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Don't put that in your mouth!

Lucifer Morningstar x Male Reader

As you lounged on the couch in Lucifer's luxurious penthouse, your mind wandered as you idly flicked through channels on the TV. Lucifer was somewhere in the penthouse, probably in his office or perhaps the piano room, but you weren't sure. You were too absorbed in your own little world until you spotted something interesting on the coffee table. It was a small, shiny object that caught your eye, and without a second thought, you reached out to grab it.,

Just as your fingers closed around the object, a deep voice cut through the air, freezing you in place.

"Do not put it in your mouth!"

You looked up, startled, to find Lucifer standing before you, his arms crossed over his chest and a stern look on his face. His eyes bore into yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the intensity of his gaze.

"But Luci, it's just a—"

"I don't care what it is," he interrupted, his voice firm. "You know better than to put random things in your mouth."

You pouted, feeling a bit like a scolded child, but you couldn't help but find his authoritative tone strangely alluring. With a reluctant sigh, you relinquished the object, watching as Lucifer plucked it from your grasp with a disapproving shake of his head.

"Really, darling, sometimes I wonder if you have any sense at all," he muttered under his breath, though you could hear the underlying affection in his tone.

Before you could protest, he reached out and gently tilted your chin up, his thumb tracing along your bottom lip in a surprisingly tender gesture.

"If you insist on putting something in your mouth," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper, "you might as well make it something worth your while."

And with that, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that sent sparks flying through your veins. You melted into his embrace, letting out a soft moan as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer.

When he finally pulled away, you were left breathless and dazed, a faint blush spreading across your cheeks as you met his smoldering gaze.

"Better?" he asked, a smug grin playing at the corners of his lips.

You nodded, unable to form coherent words as you basked in the afterglow of his kiss.

"Good boy," he murmured, pressing another kiss to your forehead before pulling away and disappearing into the depths of the penthouse once more.

As you sat there, still reeling from the intensity of the moment, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Despite his overprotective nature and his tendency to scold you like a wayward child, there was no denying the undeniable spark between you and Lucifer. And as long as he was there to keep you in line (and shower you with kisses), you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Reckless

Saul Silva x Gender Neutral Teen Reader (Platonic)

Self indulgent. Made in mind with male reader but no pronouns mentioned.

You stride into Saul Silva's office with a smirk on your face, completely oblivious to the frustration etched across his. "Hey, Saul, got a minute?" Your voice carries the arrogance only a rebellious teenager can muster.

Saul sighs, glancing up from his paperwork. "What did you do this time?" he asks, a mix of weariness and concern in his eyes.

You flop into the chair opposite his desk, propping your feet up. "Just a minor altercation with some rules. You know, the usual."

Saul rubs his temples, "We can't keep having these 'minor altercations,' especially with your record. You're here to learn and become a specialist, not to be a troublemaker."

You roll your eyes, "Relax, Saul. It's not like I'm out there causing chaos."

He leans forward, locking eyes with you. "This isn't a joke, kid. Your potential is wasted on your defiance. I've been patient, but I'm running out of it."

You chuckle, dismissing his concern. "Come on, Saul. Lighten up. It's not like I'm the only one bending the rules around here."

Saul's stern expression deepens. "That's not an excuse. This isn't a game. You're risking not just your future but the safety of everyone here."

You lean back, crossing your arms defiantly. "I can handle myself, Saul. I don't need you breathing down my neck all the time."

He leans back, frustration evident in his voice. "I'm not doing this to ruin your fun. I'm doing it because I care about you, and I want you to succeed. But you need to start taking things seriously."

You scoff, "Taking things seriously is overrated. I've got skills, Saul. I'll be fine."

He leans back, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Skills alone won't cut it. Discipline and respect for authority are just as crucial. You're not invincible."

You smirk, unimpressed. "I'll worry about that when the time comes. For now, I'll stick to what works for me."

Saul leans forward again, his eyes searching for a way to break through your stubborn facade. "You remind me of someone I used to know, someone who thought the same way you do. It didn't end well for him."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself. "Oh? What happened to this rebel?"

Saul's gaze turns distant, memories surfacing. "He lost sight of what truly mattered, let his ego dictate his choices. I don't want to see history repeat itself."

You pause, the gravity of his words sinking in. "I'm not like anyone else, Saul. I know what I'm doing."

He leans back, resignation in his eyes. "I hope you're right. But if you keep down this path, you might find out how wrong you can be."

You leave his office, the conversation lingering in your mind. Maybe Saul sees something you don't. Or maybe, just maybe, you're destined to carve your own reckless path, consequences be damned.

You sneak through the barrier, convinced you're pulling off the perfect escape from class. As you emerge on the other side, a sense of triumph washes over you. However, that triumph quickly turns to dread as you come face to face with a Burned One – a creature that sends shivers down your spine.

Your eyes widen, and for a moment, you're frozen in place. The Burned One's eerie presence is suffocating. It stands there, grotesque and menacing, the scars of its fiery past evident in every charred inch.

A nervous laugh escapes your lips as you take a step back. "Well, this wasn't part of the plan," you mutter to yourself, hoping against hope that the creature won't notice you.

The Burned One turns its head towards you, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity. Panic sets in, and you fumble for the magic skills you've been learning in class. "Come on, think!" you urge yourself, your mind racing to remember the spells that might help.

As you hastily conjure a protective barrier, the Burned One advances. The magic crackles between you and the creature, a desperate shield against the unknown. Sweat beads on your forehead as you struggle to maintain focus, realizing the gravity of the situation.

The Burned One, undeterred by your feeble defense, lunges forward with unexpected speed. Your heart pounds in your chest as you dodge its attack, narrowly avoiding the fiery claws. "Okay, this is bad. Very bad," you mutter under your breath, trying to think of a way out.

With adrenaline pumping, you muster the courage to retaliate. Focusing your energy, you send a burst of elemental magic towards the Burned One. It howls in response, momentarily staggered. Seizing the opportunity, you sprint in the opposite direction, hoping to put some distance between you and the relentless creature.

As you dart through the forest, your mind races with thoughts of survival. You can hear the Burned One behind you, its unearthly howls echoing through the trees. Panic gives way to determination, and you push yourself to the limits, weaving through the labyrinthine pathways of the magical barrier.

You stumble upon a clearing, and with a quick glance over your shoulder, you realize the Burned One is still hot on your heels. The realization hits you – there's no escaping this encounter. You brace yourself, ready to face the consequences of your reckless actions, hoping that your magic skills and a stroke of luck will be enough to fend off the relentless creature.

You gasp as your foot catches on a hidden root, and you find yourself tumbling to the ground, pain shooting through your ankle. Panic sets in as you realize you're vulnerable, defenseless against the approaching Burned One.

Attempting to rise, you wince at the pain in your ankle. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, you hear a fierce clash behind you. Turning around, your eyes widen in disbelief – there's Saul, standing tall with a sword plunged into the Burned One's chest. The creature lets out a final, agonized howl before collapsing.

Saul's expression is a mix of sternness and relief. He swiftly pulls the sword from the Burned One, and as the creature dissolves into ashes, he turns his attention to you. "You really know how to get yourself into trouble, don't you?" he remarks, offering a hand to help you up.

You accept his assistance, leaning on him to alleviate the strain on your injured ankle. "I didn't expect a rescue mission from you, Saul. What took you so long?"

He smirks, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I was hoping you'd learn your lesson, but it seems like I need to spell it out for you."

Saul guides you back towards the school, his presence a reassuring anchor. "Skipping class and wandering off alone, especially beyond the barrier, is asking for trouble. You need to understand the dangers out here."

You nod, a bit humbled by the gravity of the situation. "I get it, Saul. I just... I thought I could handle it."

He shakes his head, his expression firm. "Handling situations doesn't mean risking your life recklessly. Your actions affect not only you but everyone in this school."

As you both pass through the magical barrier, Saul's tone softens slightly. "I may act tough, but I care about you. I don't want to see you hurt, and I certainly don't want to clean up after your messes."

You glance at the sword in his hand, still processing the fact that he just saved you. "Thanks, Saul. I guess I owe you one."

He chuckles, "You owe me more than one, kid. Now, let's get you back to the infirmary and hope that sprained ankle teaches you a lesson about consequences."

Walking alongside Saul, you reflect on the day's events. Maybe there's more to learn from the experienced specialist than you thought. As the lecture continues, you can't shake the feeling that this unexpected rescue might be a turning point in your rebellious journey at the school.Despite Saul's heroic intervention, the encounter with the Burned One doesn't have the expected impact on your rebellious streak. If anything, it fuels a newfound defiance within you. The adrenaline rush and the thrill of facing danger only strengthen your belief in your own invincibility.

Days after the incident, you find yourself pushing boundaries even further. Skipping more classes, exploring forbidden areas, and disregarding the warnings of both instructors and fellow students. It's as if the confrontation with the Burned One served as confirmation that you can handle anything thrown your way.

One evening, as you sneak out beyond the magical barrier again, Saul catches you in the act. His stern expression reveals his disappointment, and he confronts you with a mix of frustration and concern. "I thought that encounter would make you think twice about your actions, but it seems I was wrong," he says, his voice tinged with disappointment.

You brush off his words with a nonchalant shrug. "I can handle myself, Saul. I proved that with the Burned One."

He shakes his head, "Proving you can survive doesn't mean you should keep putting yourself in harm's way. This isn't a game, and you're not invincible."

Your rebellious grin widens, "Maybe I'm just not cut out for this goody-two-shoes specialist life. I'll forge my own path."

Saul's patience wears thin. "This isn't about being a goody-two-shoes. It's about responsibility and understanding the consequences of your actions. You're heading down a dangerous path, and I won't stand by while you self-destruct."

Ignoring his words, you slip away into the shadows, leaving Saul frustrated and concerned. The allure of rebellion, the thrill of pushing boundaries, becomes an addiction that blinds you to the genuine care Saul has for your well-being.

As your reckless behavior continues, whispers circulate among your peers about the wild specialist who seems determined to defy every rule in the book. The school's reputation is at stake, and Saul, torn between duty and a sense of paternal concern, struggles to rein in your rebellious spirit.

The question remains – will the consequences of your actions finally catch up with you, or will your defiance lead to an even more perilous situation? Only time will tell if you'll heed Saul's warnings or continue down the turbulent path you've chosen.

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Dysphoria Blues

Ineffable Husbands x Gender Neutral Reader

No pronouns but the reader is implied as transgender

You were feeling a bit off today, the weight of dysphoria settling on your shoulders like a heavy cloak. Sensing your mood, Aziraphale and Crowley decided to take matters into their own celestial hands.

Aziraphale, ever the caring one, ushered you to the living room, adorned with soft cushions and warm lighting. "My dear, I can't bear to see you like this," he said with genuine concern. "Crowley and I have devised a plan to lift your spirits."

Crowley, leaning against the doorframe with a sly grin, added, "Yeah, angel and demon dream team at your service."

They gently guided you to the couch, Crowley's touch reassuringly warm against your skin. Once settled, Aziraphale fetched a weighted blanket, draping it over you like a comforting embrace. Crowley, with his characteristic swagger, took his place beside you.

Aziraphale's soothing voice filled the room as he began reading aloud from your favorite book. "Darling, we thought this might distract you a bit," he said, his eyes sparkling with kindness.

Crowley, with his characteristic wit, chimed in, "And if it doesn't, blame the angel. I'm just here for moral support."

You couldn't help but crack a small smile at their banter. Aziraphale continued reading, his voice like a balm to your troubled soul. Meanwhile, Crowley, draped in an air of nonchalant confidence, had his arm around you, fingers tracing absent patterns on your shoulder.

"Angel," you murmured, your head nestled comfortably in Aziraphale's lap, "thank you for this. It really helps."

He looked down at you, his expression softening. "Anything for you, my dear. We only want to see you happy."

Crowley, playing his part, smirked and whispered, "Yeah, don't go thinking we're turning soft or anything."

As Aziraphale continued reading, Crowley's fingers found yours, intertwining in a subtle display of solidarity. "You know," Crowley said, his voice lower now, "you're not alone in this. We're here for you."

You nodded, feeling a warmth spreading through you—a warmth that had nothing to do with the weighted blanket. Despite Crowley's tough exterior, there was a genuine concern in his eyes, and you couldn't help but appreciate the effort they both put into making you feel better.

Hours passed in the cozy embrace of the weighted blanket, Aziraphale's voice becoming a lullaby, and Crowley's presence a steady anchor. As the story unfolded, so did a sense of calm within you.

In that shared space between an angel and a demon, you found solace—a reminder that love and care transcend celestial boundaries. And as the words of your favorite book wove a tapestry of comfort around you, you couldn't help but be grateful for the extraordinary beings who had chosen to share their ordinary, heartwarming moments with you.

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Learn Some Manners

Cale Erendriech x Gender Neutral Reader

You walk down the crowded street with a constant smile, your hand tightly intertwined with Cale's. The sunlight reflects off your wedding ring, glinting as a symbol of your seemingly perfect life. Cale, your husband, never leaves you alone for long, always by your side like a shadow.

One day, as you stroll along the sidewalk, someone carelessly bumps into you. The serenity of your demeanor shatters, and a sudden rage engulfs you. "Watch where you're going! A simple 'sorry' isn't too much to ask, is it?" you hiss at the unsuspecting pedestrian, your eyes burning with an intensity that hasn't been seen before.

Cale watches with an amused glint in his eyes, intrigued by this unexpected display of emotion. Your outburst continues, a torrent of words unleashed upon the startled stranger. "Manners matter, you know. Learn to say sorry, or the world will eat you alive!" The passersby glance at you, bewildered by the sudden transformation from a smiling companion to a fierce reprimander.

As the tension in the air thickens, Cale, still fascinated, gently places a hand on your shoulder. "That's enough, my love," he calmly suggests. Your eyes flicker towards him, and in an instant, your demeanor shifts. The rage dissipates, replaced by that familiar, cheerful smile.

"I'm sorry, dear," you chirp, as if nothing happened. The stranger, now released from your verbal onslaught, scurries away, casting glances over their shoulder. Cale, ever the composed one, smirks at the scene. "Quite the show you put on there, my darling."

You turn to Cale, the smile still fixed on your face. "Oh, you know how it is, sweetie. People need a little reminder sometimes." Cale chuckles, admiring the dichotomy of your emotions, like a finely tuned instrument playing a discordant melody.

Later that evening, in the privacy of your home, Cale brings up the incident. "Quite a spectacle you made out there, my love. I've never seen you lose your cool like that." He leans against the doorway, a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

You twirl a strand of hair with your fingers, maintaining your innocence. "Well, darling, sometimes people just need to be put in their place. Can't let them think they can walk all over us, can we?" Your eyes gleam with a mischievous glint, and for a moment, Cale wonders if there's more beneath the surface.

As the days go by, the memory of that outburst lingers in Cale's mind. He observes you more closely, wondering if there are cracks in the facade of your perpetual happiness. Yet, you continue to play the role of the doting spouse, never letting on that anything is amiss.

In the quiet moments, when the world is unaware, Cale studies you with an intensity that borders on obsession. He wonders what lies beneath that ever-present smile and whether the storm he glimpsed on the crowded street could resurface. Perhaps, in unraveling your mysteries, he might discover something darker and more intriguing than he ever imagined.

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Name Change

12th Doctor x FTM Reader

You take a deep breath as you sit with the Doctor in the TARDIS, the hum of the time machine a comforting backdrop to your nerves. The Doctor, always one to sense shifts in the emotional atmosphere, looks at you with concern.

"What's on your mind, my friend?" the Doctor asks, adjusting the controls absentmindedly.

You fidget with the edge of your jacket, gathering your courage. "I need to talk to you about something important. It's about me."

The Doctor turns away from the controls, giving you their full attention. "Go on, I'm all ears, and quite a few other sensory organs, too."

Taking another breath, you decide to dive in. "I've been thinking a lot, and I've realized that I don't want to be called by my deadname anymore. It doesn't feel right, and I've chosen a new name for myself."

The Doctor's eyes widen slightly, a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Oh? Well, don't keep me in suspense. What's the new name, then?"

You swallow hard, meeting the Doctor's gaze. "Y/N. That's what I'd like you to call me from now on."

The Doctor's face lights up with a warm smile. "Y/N, I like it. It suits you. And hey, everyone needs a fresh start now and then. But there's something more, isn't there?"

You nod, relieved at the Doctor's acceptance. "Yeah, there is. I'm transgender. I've been going through some changes, and I wanted you to know. I trust you, and you've been like a mentor to me during our travels. It felt right to share this with you."

The Doctor leans back, thoughtful. "Y/N, you're brave and brilliant, and I'm honored you chose to share this with me. But let me make something clear—you were always you, no matter the name or form. And I'm here for you, through every adventure, no matter what."

A weight lifts off your shoulders, and you offer a genuine smile. "Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate that more than I can express."

The Doctor grins back, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. "Now, Y/N, let's celebrate this momentous occasion with a trip to a planet with the most spectacular sunset in the entire universe. What do you say?"

As the TARDIS whirs into action, you laugh, feeling a newfound lightness. "Sounds perfect, Doctor. Let's go."

And so, you embark on another adventure, the TARDIS carrying you both through time and space, with the Doctor by your side, embracing your true self, and a universe full of possibilities ahead.

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What Are We?

10th Doctor x Gender Neutral Reader

You groggily opened your eyes, the sterile scent of the TARDIS med bay filling your senses. The Doctor, with his unmistakable messy hair and brown pinstriped suit, hovered over you, a look of concern etched on his face.

"What happened?" you mumbled, trying to make sense of the situation.

The Doctor sighed in relief. "You nearly bought a one-way ticket to the afterlife. Lucky for you, I'm an excellent pilot. Well, most of the time."

Your mind raced to piece together the fragments of memory. "I remember something attacking us, and then..."

The Doctor interrupted, "We were ambushed by a bunch of rogue Zygons. Nasty business, really. But I managed to get us out of there in one piece. Well, mostly one piece."

You attempted to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through your side. The Doctor gently pressed you back down. "Easy there. You took quite a knock. Broken rib, nothing I can't fix. I've got my trusty sonic."

As he worked on mending your injuries, you couldn't help but notice the intensity in his eyes. "What are we?" you asked, uncertainty lacing your words.

The Doctor paused, meeting your gaze. "What do you mean, I've been wrapped around your finger this whole time?"

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What...?"

The Doctor sighed, putting down his sonic screwdriver. "I'd do anything for you. Anything... I love you."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you stared at him in disbelief. "I..."

"It's okay if you don't feel the same," he added quickly, almost nervously.

"No! No, no, I do. I love you too," you blurted out, the realization hitting you like a tidal wave.

The Doctor's face broke into a relieved smile. "Well then, that's fantastic. Now, let's get you patched up so we can have our 'I almost died' cuddle session, yeah?"

Over the next few hours, the Doctor tended to your injuries with unparalleled care. The air was charged with unspoken emotions as he fussed over you, his touch gentle yet possessive. As you lay there, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to your relationship with the Doctor.

"What aren't you telling me?" you asked, peering into his eyes.

The Doctor hesitated, his gaze flickering. "I'm not good at this, you know? Emotions, relationships, all that stuff. But I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Not after realizing how much you mean to me."

You reached out, taking his hand in yours. "Doctor, I want to understand. What's going on between us?"

He sighed, looking vulnerable. "Time Lords, we live for a long time. We see companions come and go. But with you, it's different. I've never felt this way before. It's like you're a fixed point in time for me."

As he spoke, the gravity of his words sank in. You were more than a companion; you were someone he loved deeply. The Doctor's eyes searched yours for understanding.

"I may be a time-traveling alien, but I'm not good at predicting the future. All I know is that I want you by my side, for as long as you'll have me," he confessed.

A warmth spread through your chest, and you smiled. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Doctor."

And so, in the quiet hum of the TARDIS, you and the Doctor shared a moment that transcended time and space, realizing that your connection was something extraordinary, something that defied the laws of the universe.

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Rory's Brother

11th Doctor x Male Reader

You stand in the cozy living room of your brother Rory and his wife Amy, listening to their animated stories about a man called the Doctor. They recount their adventures in time and space, the incredible sights, and the danger they faced. As they speak, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and skepticism. After all, how much of these fantastical tales could be true?

Suddenly, a loud, wheezing noise fills the air, making everyone turn in surprise. The room is bathed in an otherworldly light as the TARDIS materializes right in the middle of the living room. The doors swing open, revealing the eleventh Doctor with his characteristic bow tie and fez. He grins expectantly, assuming he's just landed in the presence of the Ponds.

"Ah, Ponds! Always a pleasure," the Doctor exclaims, sticking his head out of the TARDIS doors. His eyes widen as he notices you standing there. "Bring him too, Ponds. I like the look of him."

Rory, ever the protective older brother, steps forward with a cautious expression. "That'll be my brother, Doctor..."

The Doctor's face lights up with curiosity. "Another Pond!"

You interject, feeling a bit awkward, "I'm...I'm not a Pond..."

Amy chuckles and nudges you playfully. "Yeah, you are."

With a dismissive wave, the Doctor ushers all three of you into the TARDIS. The moment you step inside, your jaw drops. The interior is much larger than you could have imagined, with a dazzling array of buttons, switches, and glowing panels.

The Doctor grins, delighted by your amazement. "Welcome aboard! Always a pleasure to have new company. Now, Ponds, show your brother around. I have a feeling he's going to love it here."

As Rory begins to guide you through the TARDIS, the Doctor fiddles with the controls, preparing for the next adventure. Amy watches with a fond smile as you take in the surreal surroundings.

"Isn't it amazing?" she asks.

You nod, still in awe. "I never thought I'd see anything like this."

Rory laughs, patting you on the back. "Just wait until you're hurtling through time and space. It's a whole different experience."

The Doctor interrupts, calling everyone to attention. "Allons-y!" he shouts, pulling a lever and sending the TARDIS into motion. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before—disorienting and thrilling at the same time.

As the TARDIS hurtles through time, the Doctor regales you with tales of his past adventures, and you find yourself drawn into the mesmerizing world of the Time Lord. Amy and Rory share knowing glances, recognizing the familiar sparkle in your eyes—the same wonder they once had when they first joined the Doctor on his travels.

The journey unfolds with laughter, danger, and discovery. The Doctor's enthusiasm is infectious, and by the end of it, you can't help but feel like part of the TARDIS crew. As the familiar wheezing sound announces your return to Rory and Amy's living room, you're left with a mix of emotions—gratitude for the extraordinary experience and a newfound connection with the enigmatic Doctor.

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Goody-Two Shoes

11th Doctor x Gender Neutral Reader

The TARDIS hums softly as it materializes on an alien planet. You step out, the 11th Doctor at your side, his signature bowtie slightly askew.

"Alright, now listen carefully," the Doctor begins, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and concern. "We're here to retrieve the Chrono Crystal. It's in the catacombs beneath that ancient temple over there. Follow my lead, stay close, and, most importantly, don't touch anything."

You nod, eager to prove yourself as a valuable companion. Amy and Rory exchange glances, their expressions a mix of curiosity and skepticism. The Doctor takes the lead, and you follow his instructions to the letter.

As you traverse the dimly lit catacombs, Amy shoots you a sideways glance. "You're quite the goody two-shoes, aren't you? Always following the Doctor's orders."

You shrug off the comment, focusing on keeping pace with the Time Lord. The Doctor, however, seems pleased with your cooperation. "It's essential to follow instructions in these situations. Trust me, I've had my fair share of companions who thought they knew better."

As the mission progresses, Amy's jabs become more frequent. "Honestly, you're like the Doctor's little lapdog. Can't you think for yourself?"

The remarks sting, and you find yourself growing increasingly self-conscious. Determined to prove you're not as "lame" as Amy suggests, you decide to take matters into your own hands during a crucial moment. Ignoring the Doctor's warnings, you touch a peculiar-looking device, setting off a series of alarms.

The Doctor whirls around, his eyes widening. "What did I just say about touching things?!"

Your rebellious act results in chaos, drawing the attention of hostile creatures. The Doctor, Amy, and Rory engage in a frantic escape, and you realize your attempt to break free from the perceived mold has backfired spectacularly.

Later, in the safety of the TARDIS, the Doctor pulls you aside. "Alright, spill it. What's going on? That's not like you at all."

You sigh, feeling the weight of Amy's disapproval on your shoulders. "I just wanted to prove I could be more than the obedient one. Amy thinks I'm boring, and I don't want to drag the group down."

The Doctor looks at you with a mix of understanding and amusement. "Ah, Amy. She has a way with words, doesn't she? But you don't need to change who you are to impress anyone. I value you for being yourself."

Surprised by his sincerity, you open up about your insecurities. The Doctor listens intently, his expression softening. "You're not a lapdog or boring. You're reliable, and that's a rare quality. Trust me; I've traveled with all sorts. I chose you because I see something special in you."

Over the following adventures, the Doctor makes an effort to involve you more in decision-making, showcasing your unique strengths. Amy, while still a bit skeptical, begins to appreciate your contributions. As the TARDIS hurtles through time and space, you find solace in the fact that the Doctor values you not for your rebellious acts but for the person you are.

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Son Of The Doctor

11th Doctor x Son Reader

The Reader is the son of River Song and The Doctor. Which also makes the reader a Time Lord.

As a young Time Lord growing up in the TARDIS, your first memory is the mesmerizing hum of the time rotor and the Doctor's warm smile as he introduces you to the wonders of time and space.

River Song, your mother, often regales you with thrilling tales of her adventures with the Doctor, creating a sense of excitement and mystery about your own future.

Your childhood is a kaleidoscope of adventures across different eras and planets, learning about history, science, and cultures firsthand from your time-traveling parents.

The TARDIS becomes your playground, and you spend hours exploring its vast corridors, discovering hidden rooms, and playing games with the Doctor and River.

The Doctor teaches you Gallifreyan, sharing the rich cultural heritage of the Time Lords and instilling a deep sense of pride in your heritage.

River, with her archaeologist expertise, guides you through the complexities of the Vortex Manipulator and the intricacies of time travel, making you adept at navigating time and space.

Your bedtime stories are a unique blend of historical events and fictional tales woven by the Doctor, turning each night into an enchanting journey through time.

Growing up, you witness the Doctor's unwavering commitment to saving civilizations, fostering a strong sense of compassion and justice within you.

The TARDIS is not only your home but also a sentient companion. You share a unique bond with it, and it often responds to your presence with soothing hums and gentle vibrations.

The Doctor, in his whimsical way, introduces you to various alien species, and you forge unlikely friendships with beings from distant galaxies.

Your teenage years are marked by rebellious adventures, where the Doctor reluctantly allows you to take the reins of the TARDIS under his watchful eye.

River Song's guidance on wielding a sonic screwdriver becomes a rite of passage, and soon, you're effortlessly using it to solve problems and save the day.

Time travel has its challenges, and you experience moments of loneliness as you watch friends age while you remain young. The Doctor, understanding this burden, becomes a pillar of support.

The TARDIS is equipped with a library spanning all of time and space, allowing you to indulge in literature and knowledge from countless civilizations.

The Doctor encourages your curiosity, and together, you embark on quests to uncover ancient mysteries, blending archaeology with time travel.

As you reach adulthood, the Doctor proudly declares you a Time Lord, acknowledging your growth and maturity as a guardian of time.

You develop a keen sense of responsibility to protect the timelines, ensuring that history unfolds as it should while embracing the fluidity of time.

River Song, despite her occasional mysterious disappearances, is a constant presence in your life, leaving enigmatic messages that often lead to thrilling adventures.

The TARDIS's telepathic circuits allow you to communicate with the Doctor and River across time, strengthening the bond of your unconventional family.

Your love for exploration extends beyond the confines of the TARDIS, and you occasionally venture into the universe alone, carrying the legacy of the Doctor and River.

The Doctor shares stories of past companions, creating a tapestry of friendships and experiences that shape your understanding of the impact one can have on the universe.

Despite the challenges of time travel, you witness the beauty of fleeting moments, cherishing the ephemeral nature of existence.

The TARDIS console room becomes a place of reflection, where you ponder the mysteries of time and space, contemplating your role in the vast cosmic tapestry.

The Doctor's face lights up with pride as you use your knowledge of temporal mechanics to solve complex problems, proving that you've truly embraced your Time Lord heritage.

River Song's journal, filled with notes and observations, becomes a cherished family heirloom, connecting you to the adventures and wisdom of your parents.

Your romantic relationship with the Doctor deepens over the years, the bond strengthened by shared experiences and a mutual understanding of the complexities of time.

Together, you and the Doctor face adversaries that challenge your resolve, but your unity prevails, illustrating the resilience of love across time and space.

The TARDIS evolves with your presence, adapting to your preferences and desires, making it a true home that transcends the limitations of conventional living spaces.

As you stand on the threshold of eternity, the Doctor imparts the final lesson: the true power of a Time Lord lies not in manipulation of time but in the ability to bring positive change to the universe.

With a heart full of gratitude and a TARDIS that echoes with the laughter of countless adventures, you continue your journey through time, eternally connected to the Doctor and River Song, a living testament to the enduring legacy of the Time Lords.

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You let go...

10th Doctor x Gender Neutral Reader

The TARDIS materialized on an alien planet, its surface crackling with energy. The Doctor, in his signature brown suit and trench coat, grabbed your hand excitedly. "Ready for another adventure?" he grinned, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

You grinned back, the thrill of the unknown always sending a rush through your veins. "Always, Doctor." His hand was warm in yours as you followed him out of the TARDIS and onto the vibrant, alien terrain.

The adventure unfolded, danger and excitement intertwined. You and the Doctor ran side by side, hand in hand, through narrow escapes and alien landscapes. His grip was firm, a reassuring anchor in the midst of chaos. The Doctor loved holding your hand, and you loved the feeling of connection it brought.

As you both sprinted back toward the TARDIS, escaping a particularly persistent group of extraterrestrial creatures, something shifted. The Doctor suddenly let go of your hand, and you continued running, the absence of his touch noticeable. Confused, you glanced forward at him, but he seemed focused on reaching the TARDIS.

Reaching the blue police box, you entered quickly, shutting the door behind you, leaning your weight on it. You look up towards the Doctor, he was running around the console, flipping switches and pressing buttons with practiced precision. The TARDIS hummed to life as it prepared for takeoff.

Once the ship was in flight, the Doctor finally stopped and turned to find you standing near the door, a pout on your lips. You were looking down at your hand, as if surprised by its sudden emptiness.

He approached you slowly, concern etching his features. "What's wrong, love?" he asked, his eyes searching yours.

"You let go," you said softly, the disappointment evident in your voice. The Doctor's expression softened, realizing the impact of his unintentional action.

"Oh, my love, I'm sorry," he said sincerely, reaching out to gently cup your cheek. He planted a tender kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment.

"I just... I like holding your hand," you admitted, a hint of vulnerability in your eyes.

The Doctor sighed, remorse flickering across his face. "I didn't mean to upset you. Sometimes, I get caught up in the rush of things, forgetful of the little details. But I never want you to feel neglected."

You smiled weakly, appreciating his honesty. "I know, it's just... it's nice, you know? Feels like we're facing everything together."

He nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. "We are, and I promise to hold your hand through it all. No more letting go without a good reason, yeah?"

You nodded in agreement, and he took your hand again, intertwining his fingers with yours. The warmth and reassurance returned, and you felt a renewed sense of connection.

"Better?" he asked, a hopeful smile playing on his lips.

"Much better," you replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. The TARDIS hummed around you, carrying you both through time and space, hand in hand, into the next adventure.

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Silent Secrets Part 2

Cale Erendriech x Gender Neutral Reader

This is Part 2 - to silent secrets

Part 1 here

You all asked, so I give. Be aware - dark themes. 16+

The hallway feels endless as Cale drags you away from the room of horrors, his fingers digging into your arm like claws. The soft glow of the house's dim lights casts eerie shadows on the walls, mirroring the darkness that has enveloped your once-naive perception of your husband.

Cale's voice cuts through the silence, soft and cold, sending shivers down your spine. "You think you're different, don't you? That you can change things?" His words hang heavy in the air, manipulating your thoughts like a puppeteer pulling strings. "But you're just like the rest – naive, meddling, and utterly expendable."

Fear lodges itself in your throat, making it difficult to respond. You glance back at the closed door, haunted by the echoes of the woman's suffering that you inadvertently stumbled upon. Cale's grip tightens, and he forces you to face him, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"You don't understand the world we live in. There are things you're better off not knowing," he hisses, his voice a sinister melody. "You're mine, and I won't let anyone jeopardize that."

His words echo with a sense of possessiveness that sends a chill through your entire being. In that moment, the facade of the caring husband crumbles, revealing the darkness that resides within him. Cale's demeanor shifts, becoming almost tender, but it's a twisted form of tenderness that only deepens your unease.

"Listen carefully," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "If you ever try to cross that line again, the consequences will be severe. I can make your life a living hell, or I can make it seem like a blissful dream. The choice is yours."

The ambiguity of his threat leaves you paralyzed with fear. Cale's ability to seamlessly transition from the warmth you once knew to this calculated cruelty leaves you questioning your own reality. You nod, unable to find your voice, the weight of his influence pressing down on you.

He releases his grip, and you stagger back, your mind a turbulent sea of conflicting emotions. The door to the office remains closed, sealing away the woman's suffering, and now, perhaps, sealing your own fate.

Cale's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Remember, darling, ignorance is bliss. Don't stray too far from the path I've set for you."

With that, he turns away, leaving you standing in the dimly lit hallway, haunted by the realization that the man you once thought you loved is a master of manipulation, capable of molding your reality into a nightmare from which there is no escape.

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Nurse Williams

Rory Williams x Male Reader

This story is for that one anon 😉

There are no good gifs for Rory. What the hell...

You blink back the disorientation as you slowly regain consciousness, feeling a bit like you've been hit by a spaceship. Groaning, you attempt to sit up, but Rory's firm hands gently push you back down.

"Hey, easy there," he says, worry etched across his face. "You took a bit of a tumble back there. We're safe now."

Your vision clears, and you realize you're back inside the TARDIS. The Doctor hovers nearby, adjusting various knobs and buttons as if trying to reassure himself. Amy leans against the console, watching you with a smirk.

"Someone's been practicing their dramatic falls," she teases.

You manage a weak smile, "Just trying to keep things interesting."

Rory huffs, "Interesting is one way to put it. I thought I was going to lose you there for a moment."

The concern in his voice warms your heart, and you decide to play along. "Well, lucky for you, I'm not that easy to get rid of."

Rory leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Don't scare me like that again, okay?"

The Doctor interrupts, "As heartwarming as this is, I do have a spaceship to fly. Can we save the emotional reunions for later?"

You nod, appreciating the Doctor's attempt to lighten the mood. Rory helps you sit up, propping you against the side of the TARDIS. Amy hands you a cup of tea that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"Thanks," you mutter, taking a sip.

Amy grins, "Anytime. Now spill, what happened out there?"

You exchange glances with Rory, who takes a deep breath before launching into a tale of alien pursuits, daring escapes, and your not-so-graceful fall.

"And then we ended up back here," Rory concludes.

Amy smirks, "Well, at least you made it back in one piece. Unlike someone."

The Doctor shoots her a disapproving look, "Amy, that's not fair."

She rolls her eyes, "Oh, calm down, Doctor. I'm just saying we should be grateful for every piece we have."

You chuckle, appreciating the Pond's banter. Rory, however, hasn't stopped fussing over you. He checks your pulse, examines your eyes, and seems determined to make sure you're truly okay.

"I'm fine, Rory," you assure him. "A little bruised, maybe, but nothing I can't handle."

He gives you a skeptical look, "You sure about that?"

You nod, "Positive. Now, can we get back to exploring time and space? I didn't sign up for a hospital visit."

The Doctor perks up, "That's the spirit! Time waits for no one, especially not us. Onward!"

As the TARDIS dematerializes, you settle back, leaning into Rory's comforting presence. Amy shoots you a knowing grin, "Looks like you've got your very own personal nurse."

Rory blushes, "I just want to make sure he's okay. Is that so wrong?"

Amy laughs, "Not at all, Rory. It's adorable. Just don't smother him too much."

Throughout the next adventure, Rory remains by your side, ready to lend a helping hand or offer a reassuring word. The Doctor and Amy continue their banter, occasionally including you in the mix. As the TARDIS hurtles through time and space, you can't help but feel grateful for the ragtag family you've found among the stars.

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Sleep, Love

Alec Hardy x Gender Neutral Reader

Bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, you found solace in the comforting hold of Alec Hardy, your husband and confidant. The scent of his aftershave lingered in the air, creating a soothing ambiance that embraced the two of you in the tranquility of the night. The weight of the day's challenging case lingered in your mind, and you couldn't shake the pressing questions.

Wrapped in Alec's secure embrace, you whispered into the quiet room, "Do you think he crashed the car on purpose?" The words hung in the air, carrying the gravity of the investigation that occupied your thoughts.

Alec's warm, Scottish voice responded, "Love, it's late. We can discuss it in the morning." His fingers traced comforting patterns on your back, a silent pledge that he shared both the burden and the journey with you.

But sleep evaded you. The intricacies of the case refused to release their grip on your mind. "I can't shake the feeling that there's more to it," you confessed, turning to meet Alec's steady gaze.

He sighed, his brown eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and unwavering support. "We'll figure it out, alright? But for now, you need to rest." Alec pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, a gesture that spoke of love and understanding.

As you settled back into the warmth of his arms, Alec's fingers gently combed through your hair, a rhythmic motion meant to coax you into the realm of sleep. "Focus on us, on this moment," he urged. "The case will still be there in the morning."

You sighed, allowing the familiar beat of his heart to ground you. "I just worry, Alec. About the people involved, about the truth."

Alec's hand cradled your cheek, his touch gentle. "I know, love. But we're a team, and we'll face it together. You're not alone in this."

Closing your eyes, you let his words envelop you like a protective shield. "I'm lucky to have you," you whispered, absentmindedly tracing patterns on his chest.

He chuckled softly, the sound resonating against your cheek. "And I'm lucky to have you, even if you're a worrier."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling the weight on your shoulders lift, if only for a moment. "Can't help it. It's in my nature."

Alec placed another kiss on your forehead. "Well, let's make a deal. We face the cases together, and when it's time to rest, we focus on each other."

"Deal," you agreed, a sense of calm settling over you. In Alec's arms, the worries of the day began to fade, replaced by the quiet assurance that, no matter what, you had each other.

As sleep finally claimed you, Alec held you a little tighter, his silent promise echoing in the room. Whatever challenges awaited in the morning, you would confront them together, bound by a love that softened even the darkest corners of your shared world.

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Silent Secrets

Cale Erendreich x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: someone held hostage, mentions of violence, Cale Erendreich being void of any emotion, domestic abuse?, it's very dark basically

You stand frozen for a moment, the muffled sounds emanating from Cale's forbidden office sending a chill down your spine. The air thickens with a sense of unease as you contemplate disobeying his strict orders. Cale's absence is a rare occurrence, and the unexpected solitude gives you a daring impulse to explore the mysteries he's concealed from you.

Curiosity overtakes caution, leading you to the closed door of his office. Your hand hovers over the doorknob, uncertainty lingering in the air. The muffled cries become more distinct, and a knot tightens in your stomach. Suppressing the rising fear, you cautiously turn the handle and push the door open.

As the door creaks, revealing the hidden horrors within, your eyes widen in disbelief. A woman is bound to a chair, battered and bruised, her eyes pleading for salvation. Without hesitation, you rush towards her, your heart pounding with a mixture of terror and determination. The room reeks of despair, and the sight before you unravels the carefully constructed facade that Cale had woven around your shared life.

You reach for the woman, fumbling with the knots that bind her. The urgency propels you forward, your focus solely on freeing her from the torment she's endured. The moment the gag is removed, she gasps for air, tears streaming down her face as she utters words of gratitude.

However, your efforts are abruptly interrupted as the door swings open, revealing Cale's dark silhouette. His eyes narrow, and a menacing aura surrounds him. Panic surges through you as he storms towards you, his anger palpable in the air. The grip on your arm tightens, causing a sharp pain to shoot through your body.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" Cale's voice is cold, devoid of any emotion, and his gaze pierces through you. Fear and confusion collide within you, and you stammer, trying to explain your discovery.

"I-I heard noises, and I... I had to see. She needed help," you manage to mutter, your words barely audible.

Cale's expression darkens further, his control slipping away. He forcibly pulls you away from the woman, his grip unyielding. Desperation floods your senses as you struggle against him, your eyes pleading for mercy.

"You don't get it, do you?" Cale's voice is a sinister whisper. "This is none of your concern. You should have never come in here."

He tightens his hold on you, and you wince in pain. The woman, still bound and vulnerable, watches in silent horror as you're dragged away from her, the door to the dark secrets closing once again. Cale's demeanor remains indifferent, as if the gruesome scene meant nothing to him.

"You need to learn your place," he declares, his tone chilling. The reality of your predicament sinks in as he forcibly removes you from the room, leaving behind a captive soul, abandoned to a fate you were never meant to witness.

Part 2

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Shameful Flirting

Alec Hardy x Gender Neutral Reader

"You know, love, solving crimes isn't the only skill I possess," Alec Hardy said with a smirk, his Scottish accent adding a charming lilt to the words.

You raised an eyebrow, looking up at your tall and stoic husband. "And what other extraordinary talents might you have, Detective Inspector?" you replied, a playful glint in your eyes.

Alec leaned against the filing cabinet, attempting a casual pose that didn't quite match his typically serious demeanor. "Well, for starters, I'm exceptionally good at making tea," he declared, a hint of mischief in his gaze.

You chuckled, folding your arms. "Tea-making as a seduction technique? Bold move, Hardy."

He chuckled in response, a low and melodic sound that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. "Flirting isn't my strongest suit, I'll give you that. But I'm willing to learn."

"The way you flirt is shameful," you teased, shaking your head in mock disappointment.

Alec straightened up, a determined look on his face. "Shameful, you say? I can do better than that."

As he took a step closer, you couldn't help but notice the height difference between you two. Alec towered over you, and you felt a sense of warmth as he placed a gentle hand on your waist.

"Perhaps actions speak louder than words," he suggested, his eyes locking onto yours.

With a smirk, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a surprisingly soft and sweet kiss. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. It was a brief but tender moment that left you slightly breathless.

"Well, Detective Inspector, I must admit that action was more convincing than any words you could muster," you admitted, a playful glimmer in your eyes.

Alec grinned, a rare sight that made your heart skip a beat. "I told you I could improve."

As you both resumed your work in the bustling police station, Alec couldn't resist stealing glances in your direction. The subtle smiles and shared glances spoke volumes, a silent language only the two of you understood.

Later that evening, as you sat together on the couch, Alec placed his arm around you. "So, how was my flirting this time?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

You leaned into him, placing a light kiss on his cheek. "Not shameful at all, Alec. In fact, I'd say you're getting quite good at it."

He smiled, a genuine and content expression that made your heart swell. "I suppose practice does make perfect."

And in that moment, with the warmth of Alec's embrace, you realized that maybe flirting wasn't about grand gestures or smooth words. It was about the genuine connection and the shared moments that made your relationship with the Scottish detective truly special.