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strangewhitegirl321 · 4 years

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Illusory (10th Doctor)

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(A.N. This was a request I got on Tumblr... literally over a year ago. I am @sorry for the wait. Oops. Now I can't even find the messages I had to see what the expectations are for the fic or to tag the person who requested it. I'm so sowwy! I had no clue how I was going to finish this fic either, so I apologise if the ending is sloppy, but I just absolutely had to get this out of my drafts.)

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"I can't let you post it, you know," The Doctor stated, exasperation covering his face and seeping through his voice. "Too many people would recognise me. It's not a good idea."

"Who said I was going to post it?" Turning to give him an amused grin, (Y/n) nudged his shoulder gently. "It's just something fun- and, a good way to keep memories alive!"

The Doctor's brows raised, the left side of his lips quirking up in just the slightest smile as the girl stepped in front of him.

"Whenever we want to remember what happened here and all the fun we had, we can just rewatch the video!" His companion exclaimed, excitement practically twinkling in her eyes.

"I suppose so, but you have to promise not to post it." The Doctor pulled one of his hands from the pocket of his trench coat, pointing it menacingly at (Y/n) as she quickly nodded in agreement.

Without a hint of hesitation, she proclaimed, "I promise!"

The Doctor tilted his head, seeming to study her before tucking his hand back into his pocket. Seemingly satisfied, he pursed his lips and nodded.

"Alright, then. Show me what you have so far." He requested, watching as (Y/n) whipped out her phone and opened up the camera app. "Aw, seriously, you used a standard phone app? That's just pitiful."

Almost immediately, a frown covered (Y/n)'s face as she turned to give him a look, "I can't afford any big fancy cameras, Doctor. This is all I have. Besides, do you have anything better?"

"Yes, I do, actually," Seeming contented, the Doctor began to roll around on the balls of his feet. "I have plenty of gidgets and gadgets that would do a much better job than that sorry machine."

(Y/n) could only huff at him in annoyance, pouting as she whined, "Well why didn't you mention that earlier? That would have been so much better-"

(Y/n) cut herself off, a thought jumping front and centre in her mind, "Would you be able to teach me how to use any of those machines? For future reference?" She turned to face him better, looking him straight in the eye with her knuckles turning white from the strained grip she had on her phone.

The Doctor pursed his lips again, rolling his head around on his shoulders as he observed her before finally conceding, saying, "Well, when your eyes sparkle like that, I can't say no, can I?" His companion immediately began jumping with glee, before he raised his hands and swiftly calmed her.

"But first, show me the video! You said you already have it edited and everything!" He exclaimed, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the sitting area nearby.

"Oh! Right, right!" Swiftly, (Y/n) whipped her phone around in her hands and pulled out the video in a few short taps. Apparently, she had already watched it halfway through on her own- because the video immediately started playing at the twelve minute point rather than the beginning.

"-if we get murdered, it will most definitely not be my fault-" The Doctor's voice chimed out, chiding the past version of (Y/n) who had claimed their murder would be on the Doctor's hands.

The Doctor leaned forward in interest, hardly remembering his own words, before (Y/n) restarted the video. The first thing the Doctor's eyes were pleased to see was a horrible shot of the underside of (Y/n)'s chin as she badly hid the camera from his past self's view.

"Alright, Doctor, where are we today?" She asked, the footage shaky as she fought to keep up with the Doctor's long strides.

"Well, I remember you saying you wanted to visit some place creepy- so today, (Y/n), we are in Atchison, Kansas, planet Earth, fall of 2019," He explained in the video with optimism.

The girl in the video nodded, and quickly replied, "That explains the good wifi signal." The real Doctor started in his place on the couch as (Y/n) snorted at her own comment.

"I'm already hilarious," She stated, knocking shoulders with the Time Lord. In reply, he rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the video- just in time to see that his companion had managed to capture his previous eye roll at the first comment on camera.

"Now- why are we on planet Earth, in Kansas, in 2019 when we could be literally anywhere else in the universe?" (Y/n) asked, a car siren going off in the distance. However, she quickly stopped where she was and gasped.

"Oh, wow- this place is beautiful," She sighed, turning the camera around to catch the sight of a gorgeous mansion with a red roof and a beautifully groomed lawn bathed in the sunset's light. "Is this why we're here, Doctor?"

The Doctor nodded, jumping on the balls of his feet and trotting over to one of the hedges that guarded the lot. When he was in front of it, he squatted down and sent himself flying over it with a huff. His long, skinny legs flew over his head before he smashed into the ground with an 'umph.'

A bark of a laugh left his companion's lips, before she trotted over to him- and suddenly, her camera phone was tossed over the hedge, just barely managing to capture her graceless vault over the hedge and more so capturing her face plant into the lawn.

"Well that's a great way to start off the night, i'nt it?" The Doctor laughed, standing to his feet and brushing off his trench coat.

(Y/n) laughed with joy, grabbing the hand he offered her and jumping to her feet before smacking the grass and dirt off her legs, "Why didn't you just park the TARDIS in the yard?"

"Because I like a good ol' jump every now and then! It's great on the calves," Without missing a beat, the Doctor defended himself.

After the quick jests, the pair hurried up to the front of the mansion. The Doctor was quick to reveal his sonic screwdriver, opening one of the doors and quickly dragging (Y/n) inside. When her eyes spied the interior of the mansion, she made a sound that revealed the drop of her stomach.

"Oh," She started, "This isn't quite as enchanting as the outside, I have to say..." Her voice trailed off, before the Doctor relocked the door behind them.

"Yes, well," He began to explain, pressing himself against her as he looked around, "Welcome to the Winchester Mansion. If you think it's creepy now, wait till we get further inside."

"Alright, seriously now, Doctor, why are we here?" The girl quizzically asked as the man moved past her to waltz down the hall. She followed after him quickly, refusing to lose track of him as he wandered the house.

"We're here to visit an old friend of mine," He explained, "He's a bit of a hermit, really, likes to give people a right good scare- but, he's harmless. Totally harmless."

"Why does it feel like you're trying to convince me this night will end well?" Exasperated, (Y/n) sighed, the camera shifting to view her rubbing the bridge of her nose in a faked stress. However, when the Doctor chuckled at her words, a small smile bloomed beneath her hand before she attempted to smother it. Her attempts were in vain, seeing as the Doctor's foot found the wrong side of an elegant carpet and nearly sent him tumbling to the ground. A howl of a laugh left her lips, before she gave up on her act.

Recorded-(Y/n) gently put a hand on his elbow, helping him straighten up. When he was back on his feet, he gave her a cheesy, thankful grin before continuing down the eerie, dark hall.

The Doctor and (Y/n) watched as their past selves ventured through the Winchester mansion. (Y/n) seemed to have watched the video several times before, seeing as each time something would happen she would intently watch the Doctor's face for his reaction. Each time he laughed, she laughed herself.

There were moments in the video that the Doctor hadn't expected. Intimacy was plain between the two time travellers in the video- however, the Doctor never would have known he was so affectionate with his companion if it weren't for the video.

He watched as his recorded-self encouraged (Y/n) to open a door and step out, laughing when she was shocked to find nothing but a sharp fall on the other side. She had turned to him with a gasp and immediately accused him of wanting her to fall, but her accusations were quickly hushed when she was wrapped up in his arms.

The Doctor frowned at the phone's poor job of recording. In the embrace, although he could hear the giggles and quips between his past self and (Y/n), he could only see his armpit in the video. He wished he could see her face in that moment- wished he could see her smile when he embraced her. Something told him there was a smile reserved specifically for him, specifically for when he wouldn't see. The poor Time Lord was dying to see it.

Suddenly, recording videos with (Y/n) didn't seem so bad anymore. In fact, as the video played on, the Doctor began to plan how he could record future adventures with (Y/n). After all, he wanted to see that smile that's just for him. And, he never wanted to forget what being with her was like. Somehow, even in a dark, creepy mansion with seemingly nothing eventful taking place, the pair of them together were able to entertain themselves with vast stupidity. That stupidity was worth the risk, he supposed.

From that point on, the Doctor vowed to record every adventure with (Y/n).

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Caretaker (Geralt of Rivia) (W.I.P)

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More than likely, this will not be finished. I’m posting it now so I can get it out of my drafts, lol. Sorry~

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“What was that- oh, right, we’re running now-” Suddenly taking off in an inexperienced sprint, Jaskier huffed and puffed and tossed his lute over his shoulder so it hit his back as he ran.

Thump, thump, thump.

Just a mere two seconds before, A loud shout and screech drew the Witcher and Jaskier’s attention as they searched the forest for a beast they’d been paid to kill. In a heartbeat, Geralt rushed toward the scene. He moved so quickly through the forest, he left poor Jaskier behind and arrived in a clearing with his sword gripped tightly in his hand. The blade glinted in the sunlight, boasting its sharpness. The witcher’s eyes, sharp and level, were met with the sight of a young woman gripping a bleeding arm, standing before a mighty griffin and observing her bloody wound. The creature, well built and clearly livid, bucked up and down and flapped its long, deformed wings. The woman barely batted an eye at its intimidating behaviour- simply turning her attention back to the creature.

“Hey!” Geralt yelled when the woman made no sign of moving, instead raising a hand up to the angered creature’s face. The woman glanced back at him, eyes widening before she backed up, hands reaching out as if to calm the beast.

“Stay back!” She yelled, her voice was strained and tired. “Please, stay back!”

A grunt was Geralt’s reply, and he tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. His brow furrowed in annoyance at the woman’s seeming stupidity, and he marched forward. Immediately, the woman took notice. She turned to him, hands now outstretched to keep the griffin and the witcher firmly separated.

“Hey! Did you hear me? I said, stay back! I don’t care how big of a hero you are, stay back, man!” she cried, but Geralt was already close enough to see the sweat dripping down her brow. Behind her, the griffin bucked and flapped its wings again, blurting out another harsh scream. It shook its large head and smacked its tail into the ground, approaching the woman.

Finally, Jaskier arrived on the scene with an exhausted, red face and sweat pooling in the dips of his face. He panted, gripping to a tree and holding his cramping side before yelling, “Fear not, my lady! Geralt of Rivia is here to save you!”

The woman’s brain seemed to take pause. Her expression froze, and her eyes focused on the features of the witcher. Suddenly, the creature behind her screamed again, barely managing to steal her attention as it smacked the ground with its feet and pranced around in a tight circle just to face her again with its head lowered and a mighty glare in its eye.

“Geralt of Rivia? The witcher?” She asked, connecting eyes with the man. “You get back, now!”

“Yes, that’s right, Geralt the White Wolf! Here to save- wait, what?” Jaskier shouted between laboured breaths from his slow sprint.

“I said get back-!” The woman’s yell was cut off when the griffin reared back onto it’s strong hind legs, bringing its claws down on the woman’s shoulder. She made no cry of agony, instead simply stumbled to the ground with her face twisted in pain before quickly stumbling back to her feet, whipping around to the beast. Once again, she put her arms up in an attempt to calm the creature.

Geralt looked at the wound on her shoulder- it was deep and fresh although it was short and narrow, and scarlet blood dripped down her cloth dress, probably staining it. He was taken aback when the woman started speaking elder to the beast, moving to continually stay in front of the griffin’s face. Her eyes were focused on the creature, and her fingers outstretched. Although Geralt did not know her plan, he could clearly see she knew what she was doing through the intent in her careful measures. The sweat and blood that dripped down her flesh did nothing to stop the wise, focused narrow of her eyes.

The griffin stomped its foot and kicked dirt and dead leaves up into the air, grunting at the woman’s actions. It’s tail came to a stopper, and finally, it lowered its head as if it was ashamed. A small noise left the griffin, and it took a small step forward towards the human in front of it.

With a tired sigh, the woman stepped forward, setting her hands on the creature’s beak to pill its face up to hers before reaching back and scratching behind its skull as if it were a mere puppy.

“Are you done with your tantrum now, you silly creature?” She asked as the griffin snuggled into the palm of her hand with its beak and all but apologised with a coo and flick of its tail.

“Alright- I’m sorry- what?” Jaskier interrupted the moment with no hesitation, exchanging an estranged look with Geralt whose body stood as still as marble.

Suddenly, the woman turned on her heel, a sharp glare in her eyes, “I have everything under control.”

“Yes, I can see that through your wounds,” Geralt was quick to reply, but his face dripped with his hesitation and awe as he sheathed his sword. His eyes scanned her movements, studying her body language all the while eyeing the creature behind her with loosely concealed suspicion. The woman’s reply, however, was a huff and a more sturdy glare before she turned away from him.

She put her hand to the beast before her, gently leading the griffin by its beak away from the clearing, “Please, leave the forest. The last thing I need in these woods is an armed witcher.”

Poor Jaskier was stunned as he watched the woman go and absorbed her words. His brain seemed to lag behind, eyes catching on the creature flicking its tail and adjusting its strangely-bent wings as it followed her. Eyes never leaving the strange pair of beast and woman, he stumbled forward to Geralt, gripping onto his armoured shoulder. Jaskier peeked at Geralt’s face, and quickly found himself relieved as he spotted the same astonishment he felt.

“What in the hell just happened?” Jaskier asked, glancing back at the woman and Griffin's disappearing forms before gluing his eyes back to Geralt.

Geralt grunted as his brows furrowed. A frown grew on his face, and without a word to Jaskier he started after the strange young woman.

“I don’t know,” He admitted after making it halfway across the clearing, branches crunching beneath his foot. Jaskier quickly chased after him, his lute smacking against his back and creating all sorts of noises just as before

Thump, thump, thump.

The woman had to know she was being followed- and yet, she made no moves to confront the men about their actions. The pair followed the griffin and the young woman through the woods, slowly growing closer and closer to the woman and her beast as the walk dragged on.

Jaskier startled when a roar echoed through the trees- a roar that could not have come from the griffin. Worried, he shot a glance to the witcher in front of him who marched on with determination.

“You should turn back now,” The young woman’s voice suddenly called, grabbing their attention. She stopped walking, turning to look at the two as the griffin continued on past her with another flick of its tail. The young woman’s eyes were sharp as they met Geralt’s, a challenge in both their eyes. Geralt said nothing as he watched her, walking until he stood before her.

“I really don’t trust you,” She stated calmly, cautiously continuing to challenge Geralt with her eyes. Showing care with his actions, Geralt reached forward, gently taking her arm and carefully observing the bloody, torn flesh.

“This requires attention, as does your shoulder,” He deflected her statement, eyes turning back to meet hers.

“And these wounds will get what they need,” The young woman stole her arm back, moving away from the man and walking after the griffin. Both the men followed after her once again, Geralt more at ease than before.

“What’s your name, my lady?” Jaskier asked, trotting to catch up with Geralt and the woman. The woman barely got a few strides across the forest floor before Jaskier continued to pester her.

“Did you hear me, my lady?” He inquired, stepping on a branch and stumbling, before catching himself on Geralt’s armour and earning a glare.

Jaskier straightened himself up while his cheeks turned red, shifting his shirt to boost his confidence before gaining the courage to once again ask, “My lady?”

“For heaven's sake,” The young woman groaned. “My name is (Y/n).”

“Ah-! (Y/n)- what a wonderful name for a- for a- Wonderful? Strange? Oh, for a woman,” Jaskier tripped over his words, not sure if adding “wonderful” or “strange” before “woman” was the right course of action. “My name is Jaskier, the bard who travels with Geralt of-” Jaskier was cut off by another, more fierce roar. The young woman paused, before picking up her pace and rushing across the forest floor to the source of the noise.

A cabin came into view, and very quickly, the trio arrived at their apparent destination. A ramshackle, poorly cared for cabin stood before them. Overgrown bushes of beautiful, large flowers and sprawling, deep green leaves grew all over the house. There was a window with a single, broken, wooden shutter and a strange little creature peeking out of it. As Geralt’s stare deepened on the animal’s form, it disappeared into the cabin.

(Y/n) hurried towards the dilapidated structure, grabbing a handful of large, bright flowers and yanking until their vines and bushes gave way. Clutching many of the bright flowers in her hand, she wiggled past the griffin from before, who stood in the doorway of the cabin and flicked its tail as it had many times before.

Geralt and Jaskier exchanged looks once again, before approaching the cabin. Geralt was first to enter, feeling uneasy as he squeezed himself by the griffin and into the cottage with a thoroughly annoyed huff. Jaskier followed, wiggling like a madman by the griffin who turned to give the bard a strange look.

“Oh, dear lord,” Jaskier mumbled with a nervous chuckle, grimacing as he looked the griffin in the eye. In front of him, Geralt scowled at Jaskier’s antics, before turning to gaze at the young woman’s actions.

She stood in front of a messy, wooden table, before holding the flowers up and placing her injured arm on the table, placing two of the flowers on the wound. Her other hand groped around to find herbs, reading the labels before lazily shoving them in her mouth and chomping them up. Once a fine paste was made, she took it and smeared it into her wounds underneath the petals of the flowers. Finally, she glanced back at Geralt and Jaskier almost nervously. She took a breath and sighed, before muttering enchantments in elder.

Geralt’s stare deepened on the torn flesh of her arm as it began to stitch itself back together beneath the petals and herbs. Some of the fresh blood and paste were sucked back into her body, and soon enough, a few scars and dead flowers were all that was left.

“You’re a mage!” Jaskier practically shouted, before (Y/n) raised a hand to silence the man. She turned to speak to them, but another woman burst into the room holding the strange creature from the window before.

“(Y/n)! The wyvern eggs are hatching!” The woman shouted, the creature in her arms squeaking in distress. Immediately, (Y/n) bolted up, rushing towards the door.

“Quick! We need to imprint on them-” She shouted, shoving past the newcomer.

Very quickly, Geralt took a step forward, intending to pursue the women as the newcomer took off after (Y/n), “Your shoulder-”

“-can wait! This takes priority. Stay there, witcher!” She shouted, voice raising as she disappeared into a new room. Geralt, however, was quick to ignore her instructions as he followed her into the dusty room.

Jaskier glanced back at the griffin, connecting eyes with it and frowning before awkwardly prancing after the women. He shoved past Geralt to get a good view- finding (Y/n) with her face barely hovering over a short, woven basket with eggs shining like emeralds.

The eggs were cracked, and cracking open even further. There was a little beak peeking out from one of the eggs, pearly white and fresh to the world.

“Megean, don’t you want to imprint on them as well?” (Y/n) asked, barely glancing back at her companion.

She didn’t catch the shake of Megean’s head, instead barely replying after Megean replied, “I can help you care for the creatures, but dealing with them is your job.”

“As you wish,” (Y/n) replied, barely acknowledging the reply before finally: “Ah, there’s a little eye.”

Geralt and Jaskier held their breaths as suddenly, the eggs top cracked open, and a leathery wing shoved its way through. Jaskier’s mouth dropped open as finally, the baby wyvern was born.

“You mean to imprint on these creatures?” Geralt’s voice suddenly rumbled in the quiet, eyeing the newborn skeptically. “They’re solitary animals.”

(Y/n) nodded gently, head never turning away from the hatching creatures, “I’m well aware. But when they’re young, it’s the best time to trump their nasty little attitudes. Getting them used to my scent and appearance should prove valuable to the process.”

Geralt’s brows furrowed, and he glanced up to meet the eyes of Megean. She smiled comfortingly at the man, before laying the pig-like creature in her arms on the ground. Immediately, it scuttled out the door without a care.

“We care for beasts of all kinds, rescuing them and bringing them here. It’s a family affair- my brother finds the creatures we can rescue and brings them here. (Y/n) is our cousin- she bonds with them, heals them, and then does most of the care for them. I’ve never seen a passion like hers before,” Megean explained earnestly, keeping eye contact with Geralt as she wiped her sweaty palms on her worn dress.

“A passion to care for dangerous beasts with… fangs, and the like?” Jaskier questioned, his face taken up by an odd expression.

Jaskier and Geralt hadn’t even noticed the other eggs had hatched as (Y/n) slowly stood to her feet, cradling a small wyvern in her arms as she spoke up, “That’s one way to put it.”

Geralt’s eyes were drawn to a speck of scarlet- once again, there was a fresh wound on the young woman. A small nick on the hand that gently supported the creatures front- apparently, it hadn’t wanted to be picked up.

“I can’t imagine the scars,” Jaskier seemed to notice too, and with his rude comment earned a kick to his heel from Geralt. The simple kick nearly sent the bard toppling to the ground with a sharp yipe.

Luckily, a loud, long roar distracted both the young women from the bard’s comment.

“The manticore,” Both Megean and (Y/n) muttered and exchanged a look, before (Y/n) hastily handed off the perturbed newborn wyvern to her cousin. Megean looked as if she would protest upon nearly receiving a bite, but when the creature was already in her arms, she seemed to give up and allowed (Y/n) to escape from her reach.

(Y/n) squeezed past the men, patting the griffin on the neck as she moved past it once again. It hardly seemed to care, flicking its tail and sighing as if it were human. If only it could express itself with more than a flick of its tail, it would be a happier creature.

Another angered roar echoed through the cabin as Geralt and Jaskier finally escaped it. They promptly followed after (Y/n), Geralt in particular looking as if he was going to tackle the woman as he marched after her with his jaw rolling.

“A manticore? Are you insane? It could kill you in one jab of its tail!” Geralt seethed, trying to get his point across to the young woman as she marched over to a barn past multiple bird-like and serpent-like creatures who basked in the sun between the leaves of the forest.

Jaskier seemed to have horrible luck this day, seeing as he stepped on one beast’s tail and earned himself a nip on the behind. He yelped and turned around to give the animal a piece of his mind, forgetting the situation with the young woman.

“Yes, well, better not piss it off then,” (Y/n) replied to Geralt, opening the barn’s door. Immediately, another roar and a hiss became more prominent, and suddenly both Geralt and (Y/n) were trampled to the ground. The manticore rushed out into the open air, and Geralt threw himself to his feet, grabbing his sword.

“Don’t you dare!” (Y/n) quickly screamed as she rolled to her stomach in the dirt. “He just gets excited!”

Geralt glanced down at the woman, sword already gripped tightly in his hand before the manticore had already pranced several yards ahead of them. His posture was tense, and he widened his stance as his eyes focused back on the creature as his teeth ground together.

The manticore, however, wasn’t the slightest bit interested in the witcher. It spun once in a patch of sunlight, stretching forward on its front legs with its rump in the air as its scorpion tail uncurled and shook with the effort of the stretch. A deep throated yawn left the creature’s chest, and it suddenly settled onto the ground in the sunlight.

“Are you kidding me?” Jaskier, who had watched the small scene from afar stood with his hands on his hips, brows furrowed, and jaw gaping open.

The woman finally heaved herself to her feet with a tired sigh, bent over and huffing for a moment before rolling back into a standing position, “You see? I told you, he just gets excited. He loves being in the sunlight- but, I can’t let him out without supervision. He caused an incident with a child from the village over a month ago.”

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Thank you, lovey

Wendigo (11th)

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Words: 3698

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Heat, burning and roaring pulsed through the air. (Y/n)’s tears were dried from her skin the minute they left her eyes- and her skin seemed to glow as the sweat flooded her pores.

Her arms stuck out, the hair upon them singed and burned as she held back a group of crying children.

"Don’t move! Once it gets closer- don’t move a muscle!“ She warned, her voice quivering weakly. She could see the deranged soul ahead, creeping along a wall with slender, pale limbs. It snarled, arching it’s back. If (Y/n) had wanted to, she could have picked out each and every one of it’s vertebrae that stuck out from it’s sickly pale skin. However, at the moment, she was more concerned about what the creature was circling- the Doctor.

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strangewhitegirl321 · 5 years

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Hey, in your masterlist "Clinging" leads to "Pay No Mind." Just letting you know!

Oh! Thank you for letting me know! I’ll try to fix it lickity split!

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strangewhitegirl321 · 5 years

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Do you take requests? I have one for Doctor Who! The reader is dating the Doctor (10). The reader is dating him and she has a YouTube channel and she does the exploring abandoned haunted places. The Doctor likes the idea of her channel and decides to help her with it. He takes her back in time to explore abandoned places. Her channel becomes the number one streaming on YouTube and they both become famous.

Well, hit me up in my dms and we’ll talk about it! I haven’t taken a request in a loooooong time, but this concept intrigues me 🧐

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strangewhitegirl321 · 5 years

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Wendigo (11th)

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Words: 3698

Originally posted to my Wattpad account.

Heat, burning and roaring pulsed through the air. (Y/n)'s tears were dried from her skin the minute they left her eyes- and her skin seemed to glow as the sweat flooded her pores.

Her arms stuck out, the hair upon them singed and burned as she held back a group of crying children.

"Don't move! Once it gets closer- don't move a muscle!" She warned, her voice quivering weakly. She could see the deranged soul ahead, creeping along a wall with slender, pale limbs. It snarled, arching it's back. If (Y/n) had wanted to, she could have picked out each and every one of it's vertebrae that stuck out from it's sickly pale skin. However, at the moment, she was more concerned about what the creature was circling- the Doctor.

He stood as still as possible, trying his hardest not to gasp for air as he inhaled thick, grey smoke. The man was scared- so scared of the creature that's eyes lit up with the flames around them. Wisely, he didn't even dare to move his eyes, despite the inner need to glance over to his companion and make sure she was unharmed.

But, before the Doctor could fear the sweat rolling down his face would give him away, the building around them creaked. The flames roared, the inferno and sparks flying up into the ceiling and dropping back down onto the floor. The creature wailed, looking up just in time to see a beam holding up the ceiling crash down onto it. It screamed and cried, long limbs smacking the floor around it until it died, body being burnt to ash.

The minute the creature was dead, the Doctor turned to his companion and the children she was protecting, and yelling with all the fury in his heart, "Get out! Now!"

No one dared disobey him, as everyone rushed past the searing heat of the flames and out the nearest door. (Y/n) stayed for just a moment, reaching her hand out for the Doctor. The minute he was close enough to snatch it, she tugged him out the door and into the snowy world outside.

Both the Doctor and (Y/n) faltered in their fast steps upon the cold air smacking them in the face. (Y/n) in particular froze on the spot, shock from the drastic temperature change forcing her mind into a place of confusion. The Doctor made a move to step around her, but the minute he saw her face he stepped back behind her, wrapping his arms around her figure and gently leading her farther outside.

"C'mon, we can't stop here," He whispered gently, face pressed against her hair.

As (Y/n) regained her senses, she couldn't help but look over in the direction of a crying child. It seemed that he too had fallen victim to the fire and ice, as he cried over his scraped knees and chin. His mother cooed over him, weeping as she cradled him in her arms and begged him to stop crying. Just in front of the two, (Y/n) could spy the back of a familiar figure-

"Doctor!" Clara turned, catching sight of the two huddled together. The Doctor stopped where he was, moving his hands gently up and down (Y/n)'s arms in an attempt to warm her as he watched Clara shuffle through the snow towards them.

"Are you alright?" Clara asked upon reaching them, reaching out a hand to (Y/n)'s shoulder. Without a lick of hesitation, she nodded.

"Yes," She replied, before asking, "How about all the people? I know the kids got out fine, but is everyone-"

A small, fleeting hope held it's place within (Y/n)'s heart. Desperately, she hoped that if everyone was safe, they could leave. But, before that hope could grow, Clara's immediate frown caused that dream to fall.

"No, there's still some people stuck down in the mines," Clara stated, now looking to the Doctor. "They couldn't get out before the creatures blocked the entrance. Doctor, they don't know-"

"Not to move," He finished for her, stopping his movements. "They're trapped, then, aren't they? Is it somewhere I could easily get to?"

"Yes," Clara nodded. "And if there's anyone who can get to them, I'm sure it's you. But, Doctor, what are they?"

(Y/n) turned in his arms to peak at his face. He looked down at her, wrinkling his nose and sniffling before meeting Clara's gaze again, "It's a sort of alien infection, like most of the outrageous diseases such as the black death and the zombie virus. It forces the entire body to change in order to survive the fungus that starts growing within all the valuable organs."

"So, it's a sort of parasite?" Clara asked, gulping at the idea. "Were those things human, Doctor?"

The poor man hesitated in his answer, simply replying, "No, it's an infection. There's a difference."

(Y/n) and Clara couldn't help but exchange looks. Both of them were thinking the same thing, but neither of them really dared to ask. Besides, they knew they didn't have to.

"Don't worry. There's no way you can catch it. There are special..." The Doctor took a second to seek out the right word, fingers drumming against (Y/n)'s back as he thought. "Conditions."

"What conditions?" (Y/n) asked, drawing the Doctor's eyes back to her own. His gaze flickered between the colour of her irises, before he furrowed his brows and leant forward, even closer to her.

"Don't worry. There's no way you're in danger of contacting the infection," The Doctor confirmed, without actually explaining the gruesome details.

"So, what do we call them, then?" Clara butted in. "The creatures, I mean."

The Doctor pondered for a moment, before saying, "Wendigo. We can call them wendigo, I suppose."

Brows still furrowed, the Doctor's green eyes turned to meet (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes. They took a moment to observe one another, before (Y/n) gave him a soft, encouraging smile.

"So, what do we do now, space man?" She inquired, leaning into him as a harsh shiver ran throughout her body.

Discreetly gulping, the Doctor began his plan, "I need you and Clara to lead all the people here to the safety of the TARDIS. But first, I'm going to need you to tell me where the trapped people are, Clara."

Said girl didn't even wait a second to hand over her information, "If you enter the mines through the entrance by the lake, it should be a straight shot to them. They locked themselves inside some sort of smelting room. But- hang on, you don't plan to go by yourself, do you?"

"He better not be," (Y/n) suddenly snapped, pulling herself away from the Doctor's warmth. A frown covered her face as her eyes darted between his own.

"I'm not taking either of you down there," He stated stubbornly, his jaw twitching slightly.

With a small huff, (Y/n) grumbled, "You wouldn't be taking us. We'd be taking ourselves."

With a sigh, the Doctor frowned, reaching up to awkwardly pat her on the shoulder, "Well, I won't let you take yourself. Start gathering everyone up. I need to reach the others as soon as possible."

The Doctor looked deep into (Y/n)'s eyes, trying to relay a message in her mind of, "Don't push it," before he sighed again. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to (Y/n)'s forehead; wished Clara good luck; and was on his way.

Both his companions watched him go in utter frustration, both knowing that they couldn't leave the people on their on. Looking to one another, they got to work.

It wasn't until they were halfway to the TARDIS that (Y/n) felt a pull on her heart. She stopped where she was, a man behind her almost bumping straight into her. Clara stopped as well, turning to glance at her.

Concerned brown eyes looked over (Y/n)'s defensive stance, before her entire face softened, "Go on, then. I'll keep everyone going, I'm a tough girl. Just don't get yourself into trouble."

"Or hurt, I'm guessing?" (Y/n) lightly joked, uncomfortable with the amount of people listening in to their conversation.

With a grin, Clara nodded, stating, "Exactly! The Doctor would have my head. Now, go!"

A nod later, (Y/n) turned away from the group, shuffling as fast as she could through the snow. The wind whipped in her face, and the cold air stung her nose. By the time she reached the entrance to the mine, her lungs were on fire. Breathing in cold air was taking it's toll on her, and yet determination pushed her onwards.

Cautiously, (Y/n) entered the mines. She could feel the air around her grow old, taste the mildew of the earth. Bumps grew on her skin the farther she travelled down the hall. She could hear the wendigos in the distance, screeching and fighting.

Despite her nerves, she took off into a sprint. The Doctor was somewhere down here- he was far ahead of her, sure, but-

(Y/n) dug her foot into the ground, skidding to a stop and immediately freezing in place. Familiar, terrified green eyes connected with hers. He hadn't gotten as far as she thought.

There was one of the creatures, looming tall above the Doctor and the frightened people behind him. Another wendigo crept up beside it, drawing it's attention.

One of them snarled, baring it's yellowed teeth between it's old, cracked lips before leaping forward. The creatures both yelled as they met in a fight, throwing themselves over the heads of the people the Doctor wished desperately to protect.

Another wendigo seemed to appear, launching itself at the gangliest of the fighting pair, digging its teeth into its shoulder. (Y/n) wanted to use their moment of distraction to move closer to the Doctor, but the minute she took a step forward, the Doctor's eyes widened and he shook his head.

(Y/n) watched as the wendigos' fight grew closer and closer to the people- to the Doctor. One of them threw the other skidding across the floor, landing with a thump in front of the Time Lord. Dread coursed her body as she watched the Doctor flinch- catching the creature on the floor's attention.

Her heart clenched, her eyes stung from refusing to blink as she held the Doctor's gaze. She watched him gulp, and she knew he was planning something.

Fear joined dread in her body, pulling the string coiled around her heart even tighter. (Y/n) bit her lip, before mouthing to the Doctor, I won't let you.

His gaze hardened, yet he didn't bother to mouth anything back- he was already too determined. The minute this creature was out of his way, he was going to make a run for it. And for better or for worse, the wendigos would chase him.

At least, in his mind, it would give all the people a chance. But, before the monster below him had even leapt to its feet, he connected eyes with (Y/n). She had already recognised the glint in his eye, and she already decided he wasn't going to do it.

By the time his eyes connected with hers, his chest squeezed. The wendigo at his feet flipped itself over, scraping at the ground like a bull preparing to charge. The Doctor's stomach flipped and his breath left his lungs when he realised she was moving. Rapidly.

The wendigo in front of him snapped it's head in her direction, letting out a screech. The other two, having gotten into God knows what trouble, tossed each other around one more time before their attention was stolen from the fight.

"I love you!" (Y/n) cried, her voice hoarse and panicked. Her eyes were filled with fear as she locked them with the Doctor's, before whipping around and taking off. The wendigos chased after her, moving like bugs along the walls and catching up to her before she could even reach the exit.

Her limbs couldn't move fast enough. She pumped her arms as fast as she could, her heart drumming in her chest and her lungs desperately gasping for air.

(Y/n) heard the Doctor desperately scream her name, but her only response was the screech as loud as possible to keep the monsters on her tail. A wendigo appeared in the corner of her eye, it's pale bald head following her vision, forcing her adrenaline to skyrocket.

She could see the exit of the mines- the fresh, snowy air tempting- but then she spotted a corner leading to a whole different cave system. It made sense- that she should die in the mines. So, without a second thought, she turned and darted down into the dark.

(Y/n)'s heart broke the minute she saw one of the creatures leap for her. She could see down it's throat, hear the rip of it's teeth into her flesh, tearing away at her screaming body- before another wendigo leapt forward, carelessly tackling the other to the ground in front of her.

A short scream left (Y/n)'s lips as she dodged the long, flying limbs in the air. She smacked into the wall, crying out in pain before the adrenaline forced her to push away from it and launch herself back into action.

She felt a hand swipe at her, and refused to turn to see her attacker. Desperately, she spotted a large crevice up ahead.

(Y/n) didn't know what urged her to do so, but she darted towards it, screaming as a wrinkled hand reached out and grasped the back of her shirt. The claws tore right through the fabric, allowing her a lucky escape as she shoved herself into the fissure.

(Y/n) squeezed as far into it as possible, realising it was longer than she thought. She pushed through, the stone crushing and pinching her body as warm tears pricked her eyes.

One of the wendigos' slender limbs reached through the crevice, attempting to grasp at her, pulling at her hair and arm. It's claws scratched her arms, drawing blood and causing them to sting. The creature shoved it's face into the crevice, a mere couple feet from (Y/n)'s own young face as it snarled. Saliva flew and splattered along the walls of the crack, and (Y/n) cried as she forced herself over a particular sharp bump that sliced her cheek.

Another beast now, was squeezing itself into the crevice after her above the other. The growls and screeching was overwhelming, the tears streaking down her face. Startled, she noticed that they were moving faster then she was, their bare, thin bodies aiding them.

"No, please, no," Hopeless, (Y/n) begged, her voice cracking and discordant. With one final shove, she launched herself into another cave system, hurling onto the floor.

Groping the ground, she dragged herself along the dirt. Weakly forcing herself to her feet, she stumbled away, before planting herself against a wall, stifling her tears.

As one of the wendigo threw itself into the cave, (Y/n) bit her lip. She froze in place, closing her eyes so she wouldn't see what was happening.

Eyes still screwed shut, lip bleeding, (Y/n) could hear the creature's heavy, disgusting breath. It's very presence caused goosebumps to rise up on her skin, and it took all her strength to keep herself from whimpering as the second wendigo forced its way through the crevice. The two monsters screeched at one another, each sound a test as (Y/n) tried her hardest not to move.

Every nervous twitch her body made nearly forced her to break down. One of the creatures crept forward, unknowingly hovering right in front of its prey. It bent down, sniffing at the air in front of her.

Bloody slobber splattered against (Y/n)'s cheeks as the creature roared right in front of her, nearly making her jump and give herself away.

It's breath reeked of rotten flesh, and blood dribbled down her chin as her teeth dug holes through her lips. (Y/n) had no idea how long she was forced to stand, suppressing her own, violent shivers.

The other wendigo let out a high pitched shriek, suddenly launching itself at the one in front of (Y/n). Peeling her eyes open, she watched as they fought, tearing into one another viciously. Realising this was her chance, (Y/n) shoved herself back into the crevice. Once again ignoring her fears of the tight space, she shimmied her way through the hole, her hope flying high through the sky.

Carefully, she listened to the wendigos fighting, ensuring they never broke apart to pursue her. After a few seconds of struggle and burning arms, (Y/n) busted to the other cave. Tears of relief found their way down her cheeks, and she slid down the wall, burying her face in her knees and arms as she found the time to weep. Footsteps echoed down the hallway, grabbing her attention. Weakly, she lifted her head to see who approached.

"(Y/n)!" The Doctor called- but something about his tone confused her. He slid to a stop, his eyes darting between her and something behind her.

Lifting up a hand, the Doctor slowed his breaths, before calmly stating, "Don't move." It was then a soft, whining growl filled (Y/n)'s ears. The hair around her face moved as a long arm shifted to settle right beside her. The wendigo walked half way on the wall, halfway on the floor, perfectly framing the corner that hid her figure.

Freezing on the spot, she connected eyes with the Doctor. They stared at one another, purposely distracting each other so neither would risk moving.

(Y/n) watched in her peripheral vision as the gangly creature slowly moved over her, moving claw by claw, taking it's sweet time. The wendigo growled to itself, it's eyes glued to the Doctor, having seen his previous movements. He gulped, knowing it was stalking towards him, its predator like creeping unnerving him. In an attempt to distract himself, he tried to focus on the tears sliding down his companion's cheeks.

The beast lowered itself fully to the ground, seeming to continue to hunt. However, it passed right by the Doctor, slowly disappearing around the corner.

Neither (Y/n) nor the Doctor dared to move, even once the third wendigo was gone. Moments passed before the Doctor uncomfortably shuffled on his feet, letting out a slow, quiet breath.

His gaze softened on (Y/n)'s figure, but his jaw clenched. Cautiously, he took a step forward, reaching out a hand. The girl watched him carefully, before slowly heaving herself to her feet, the utter exhaustion wracking her body. She nearly fell, before catching herself on the wall and stumbling forward. Completely ignoring his hand, she latched onto his body, arms wrapped around his neck as she let herself completely fall into the Doctor's grasp. He locked his arms around her waist, holding her up as she silently cried into his neck.

The Doctor's gaze fell dead onto the dark cavern before him, waiting for her tears to stop. Several, agonisingly tense minutes passed before her tears slowed down.

She tried to pull away, but the Doctor kept her firmly against his body. So, instead, she leaned back to look him in the eye. The expression upon his face nearly killed her on the spot, causing her chin to quiver with emotion.

"You can't do that," He whispered quietly, eyes turning red despite his best wishes.

Nodding, (Y/n) whispered, "I know. I'm sorry."

The Doctor frowned and his brows furrowed as a tear snuck down his cheek, and he sniffled before burying his face in her neck.

"I could hear you," He suddenly stated. "I could hear you screaming and crying. You were so scared- never again."

(Y/n) laid a kiss against his hair, and carefully, he pulled away from her. Tears slowly made their way down his face, and he stepped around her to wrap her arm around his shoulders, in turn wrapping his around her waist. With that, he lead her out of the cave, supporting her tired weight.

When they returned to the TARDIS, the Doctor had to ward off all the people wishing to thank her. He refused to let go of her, even refusing Clara's offer to take her back to her room. The stubborn man was determined to do it himself. Then, he declared, he was going to patch up all her cuts, and take all the people home.

Shutting (Y/n)'s bedroom door behind him, he lead her carefully to her own bed. He let her settle down, before tucking her in himself. Without another word, he carefully sat down on the edge of her bed, one foot tucked underneath him. Silence enveloped the two of them as they took in one another's features, before the Doctor leaned down, hesitatingly cupping her face. It took him a moment to speak, as he steeled himself, refusing to let his voice crack.

"I could've lost you today," He whispered, eyes clenched tight. His thumb gently stroked her cheek, right below her bloody cut.

"I know," Quietly, she replied, lifting a shaky hand to rub his cheek. "You almost did."

He reached another hand up to clasp her cheek, still holding her close. Gently, she continued to soothe him, her hand moving to softly rub the back of his neck.

The Doctor refused to think about what he was doing, but he lowered himself closer, pressing his lips against hers. At first, she whimpered beneath him, pain coursing through her face as her bit lip was agitated.

But soon, she refused to allow him to move, holding him firmly in place once she realised what they were doing. They broke apart only for a breath, before connecting again.

It was a bittersweet kiss, the kiss itself sweet, despite the bitter pain coursing through her face, and the sour knowledge he had of her pain. The minute they broke apart, the Doctor refused to look her in the eyes, as he laid himself down beside her, shoes and all, cradling her body to his.

(Y/n) was covered in dried blood, sweat, and scratches; and she shivered in the Doctor's arms. However, despite his own knocked nerves, he couldn't thank enough gods for having this moment with her.

He was never going to let her go again.

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Wifty (10th)

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Words: 614

Originally posted to my Wattpad account.

A blast echoed down the hallway, and seemingly in sync, the Doctor and Donna dove through the nearest doorway as fast as possible. Then, scrambling on their knees and hands, they both slammed the double doors behind them locking them without a second thought. They panted as they slid down the door and onto the ground. Finally, the sweet, tingly soreness could be felt seeping into their legs as they relaxed.

The Doctor closed his eyes, a few loud laughs slipping from his lips as his head went, 'thunk,' against the door behind him. Donna was quick to join in on the laughter, glancing at the Doctor's quaking form through her teary eyes. Several seconds passed like this, simple, loud and ugly laughter echoing through the room, before Donna was forced to gulp down oxygen. A couple more chuckles left their chests, before a gentle pair of footsteps caught their attention.

The sound of a nice voice reached both of their ears, calling teasingly, "Just the Doctor?" Immediately, the Doctor's eyebrows shot up into the air, and he bolted upright on wobbly legs, a bright, amazed smile on his face.

"(Y/n)?! Why- how did you get here?" Scrambling on his tired feet, excitement poured through every movement as he rushed forward to give the girl's hand a firm shake. "It's great to see you!"

"And you," (Y/n) grinned, looking over at Donna. "Didn't know if I should've interrupted your little laughing fit, so I waited a bit. Now, who's the lovely redhead?"

"Donna!" Said woman introduced herself, waving a hand before standing up, wiping her jeans off. "Nice to meet you."

"You as well," She greeted cordially, reaching forward and giving her hand a firm shake. A bang echoed against the doors, but the group did barely anything besides glance in the general direction of the noise.

However, very quickly, Donna's attention was snatched back to the beginning of this conversation, "Wait, I'm sorry, did you call him, 'Just the Doctor?'"

"I sure did," The girl grinned, glancing over to meet the Doctor's eyes. "Surely someone's done it before me."

A snort brought Donna's attention back to the gangly man himself, as he remarked, "No one's kept it up, though. Not as long as you have."

Smile brightening, (Y/n) stated, "Well, I guess I've made a world record, haven't I?"

This time, a series of bangs echoed against the door, but the Doctor simply chuckled, "More like a universal record." He shuffled around a bit, now standing right beside (Y/n) so he could keep his eyes on the door.

"Well, good for me," (Y/n) replied, once again meeting Donna's gaze with a smile. "Alright, now I'm curious. How'd you two wind up in this mess? I mean- I should've expected it, but really."

Donna laughed, throwing her head back as she pointed an accusing finger towards the Doctor, "That man right there, said he wanted to take me to a festival. He should've mentioned it was a cannibal festival."

"Well," The Doctor quickly jumped to his own defence, "Cannibal is a loose term, really."

A strange expression crossed (Y/n)'s face, and she turned to give him a look while stating, "No, no it's not."

Rolling his eyes with a sigh, the Doctor whipped out his screwdriver, before moving on from the topic, "How about we just blow this popsicle stand, and get back to the TARDIS?" He earned a couple nods of agreement, and smirked as he pointed his tool towards the doors.

"Sounds like a plan, Space Man," Donna quipped, moving herself behind the Doctor, already steeling herself for the long run ahead. She was dying to get her hands on a lemonade, anyway.

"Count me in, Just the Doctor," (Y/n) grinned, unconsciously leaning towards the Doctor just so she could hear the familiar whir of the screwdriver. And with that, the Doctor pressed a button and open the doors sprang. Without another thought, the trio rushed out the doors and straight past the cannibals waiting for them.

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strangewhitegirl321 · 5 years

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Grisly II (10th, 11th, & 12th)

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(S/N) = Son’s name

Part 1

Silence enveloped the TARDIS. One man in three different forms stared at the girl- no, the woman before him. Yet every body of his recounted the memories of when she was a girl. When he had rescued her- whisked her away from a loveless home and taken her all over the galaxy.

He thought back to all the things he taught her, all the little details of the universe very few people knew. Every bit of knowledge used to cause her to simply glow- but now, in this moment, as shock struck her cold, all she appeared as was dim. A pale, sickly tinge stuck to her cheeks, and her nose was red from crying.

It pained the Doctor to see her like this. She was like a daughter to him, this girl- woman, he reminded himself again- was what he considered his biggest success.

A slight shuffling caught the man in the blue suit's eyes. Stiffly, he turned to look at his companion, she slowly, carefully stepped towards the broken girl- woman.

"Donna," He warned her quietly, pausing to see if (Y/n) would react to his words, but she did not. Donna looked up at him, giving a nervous nod, lifting up a glass of hot chocolate in her hands for him to see.

The Doctor couldn't approve of her actions, yet he allowed her to once again carefully pick her soft steps over to (Y/n)'s side. Three pairs of wise, old eyes watched as the red-head kept her distance, only awkwardly sticking out her arms to offer the warm drink to (Y/n).

Agonising minutes seemed to pass by, before the woman even responded to Donna's presence. Like an old, rusted machine, her head slowly, woodenly turned her head to gaze up with lost eyes at the other woman. Then, slowly, her eyes shifted down to the hot chocolate in her hands. She blinked, before softly untucking herself from the Doctor's coat to reach up with shaky hands and take the drink.

"Thank you," A quiet, hoarse voice peaked the ears of everyone in the room.

"It's not a problem," Donna replied, a small, relieved smile appeared on her face. Then, she wiped her hands on her pants, before awkwardly backing up. Clasping her hands in front of her, she glanced to the side.

The man who had accompanied her back to the TARDIS once again caught her eye. A natural frown and sad, steely blue eyes were all she could really take in about the man. But something about him- both he and the other stranger, were familiar. But she swore, she had never seen them before in her life. However, as (Y/n) quietly spoke up, her focus whipped to her. Any thoughts of who either the men might be flew straight from her mind- replaced with a blank hum.

"Once I became a parent... I knew I had to be better than my own," The sudden, soft, damaged voice was quick to gain everyone's attention. "I didn't- I didn't want my son to go through that feeling- that horrible feeling, where, uh- I just- I can't describe it. Where you hate yourself? Because you think that everyone else hates you?" Eyes flickering to the floor, a desperate gasp left her mouth. Quickly, she ran a hand down her face, temporarily covering her red, bloodshot eyes from view as her chin trembled. The man in the blue suit stepped forward, intent on holding her close- before the man in the tweed jacket brought a hand to his shoulder, halting him.

"I had one job- just one job. Protect my family, love them as much as I could," A wheezing sob left her mouth, her brows furrowed and face heating up in shame. "And I couldn't even- the- the last few days, I couldn't-"

The Doctor was desperate to be near her. In an attempt to hold himself back, he sunk to his knees, the hand around his shoulder tightening.

The grey haired stranger took a very careful, measured step forward as tears slid down (Y/n)'s cheeks and into her strained mouth, "You don't have to force yourself to tell us anything." He kept his voice quiet, gentle. For a moment he thought she hadn't heard him, before a couple more sobs fell from her quivering lips. Her breathing picked up, and she violently reached up to wipe away the tears rolling down her cheeks with her bloodied sleeve.

"The last few days, Chris and I- we were having- problems? I guess- But, um, things were getting tense. So, I- I-" (Y/n)'s voice suddenly sped up, choking on her words as she drove the words out of her mouth. "I distanced myself from them. (S/n)- he was getting so worried. He's so- he was so smart. And I- I didn't love them the way I should've. I wanna take it all back. I wanna take it back-!"

Suddenly, (Y/n) launched herself to the ground, straight towards the Doctor she knew. The mug in her hands shattered on the TARDIS floor, the drink inside spilling everywhere and even burning her legs- but she didn't care. Her hands latched onto his thin shoulders, even over the stranger's thick hand. It was clear she was battling with herself. She wanted him close, wanted him to hold her, yet she held him so far away with stiff arms. Her grip on him was painful, her fingers digging into his flesh and ripping away skin even though his clothes.

She bit her lip, cutting off another sob as her entire body seemed to tremble as she rocked back and forth on her knees, hands tightening even more around the Doctor's shoulders. Then, before either of them knew it she crumbled into his arms, curling up as silent, pitiful cries violently forced her to shake.

A miserable, pathetic wail left her lips, and Donna rushed forward, careful to brush the hair out of her red, angry face.

"Oh, honey-" She tried to get out, but she couldn't quite find anything to say. The Doctor tried his best not to tighten his arms around her, afraid that either she would panic or she would shatter as easily as thin ice.

The man in the tweed coat moved his hand from gripping what was technically his own shoulder, to the girl's hand. He gulped, glancing to the elderly man beside him, their eyes connecting.

Green eyes met steely blue, and they shared the exact same understanding, heartbreaking gleam. The man in the tweed coat sniffled, knowing all to well what it felt like to loose something so important. But the grey haired stranger could only frown, slowly backing up.

Without another word, he hesitantly turned to leave the TARDIS, a hand smoothly running across the familiar, old console.

Once he was out the door, the man cleared his throat, scouring through his memories to find the aftermath of this horrible event- finally, he remembered.

(Y/n) wouldn't quite be the same, but she would live a long life. The Doctor forced her to stay with him for months until he was sure she was safe with both herself and the world. Then, he helped her prepare a home. He visited her, every Sunday, and every holiday. She would even come to know him in his eleventh regeneration- and, she would even find a new family. It wasn't traditional- no, not at all. Instead, two broken souls combined to live together. They cried together, and the Doctor even watched as they laughed and grew interests he never imagined they would enjoy.

She would be alright, he repeated in his mind. (Y/n) (L/n) would be alright.

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