#13xreader

[aralezinspace]

✨Requests are open!✨

Here’s what I’ll write:

Sandman (MorpheusxReader, Dreamling) SFW, NSFW

Doctor Who (9-13xReader, 9xRose, 10xRose, DoctorxRiver) SFW, NSFW

Assassin’s Creed (Altair, Ezio, Kassandra, EivorxReader, AltMar, EzioLeo) SFW, NSFW

Black Butler (SebaCiel) SFW, NSFW

Send em in!! If you need/want ideas, search "writing prompts" on this blog for ideas! ✨Masterlist✨ ✨Current WIPs✨

[myghostmonument]

MASTERLIST

For the Thirteenth Doctor & co  Inbox is open for requests as of July 3rd

Reader insert works **all reader inserts are gender neutral except for Dark

Dark (pt2 // pt3)

Intertwined

Darkfall

Home

Breathe

Pyrite

Inhibitions 

Non-Reader works 

1. Fracture (ao3)

2. Contact (ao3)

3. Shadows (ao3)

4. bleed (ao3)

[siakb]

Drabble (3)

Yes, it's the same prompt again, this took me some time as I keep wanting to write but then deciding to do something else like an idiot. So anyway here it is my first 13 x reader fic please enjoy:

It was the worst day of the week, a sunday, which the doctor had been adamant was the most boring day of the week. So since team tardis was having a day off and they’d all gone about normal day to day life you decided to stay and have a good gander at all that the tardis had to offer. First thing on that list was your bedroom, the doctor had said that the tardis would make one for you then direct you to it if you started walking down the corridors. After a half an hour walk, which left you questioning just how big the tardis really was, you finally felt drawn to a door and when you touched it, it opened to reveal your room. The room was everything you could’ve dreamed of, it was painted and decorated with your favourite colours, the tardis had even been thoughtful enough to place photographs of your loved ones around the room. You had to blush slightly when you noticed next to your bed was a photo of the doctor, she was stunning in it and you could’ve sworn you’d never seen her wear that outfit before.

You had gawked over your room long enough, even though it had so many things you had at home and that you’d always wished for, onto the next place on your list the library. When the doctor told you there was a library on board you didn’t expect the beauty you found. As you walked in you wondered if this is how Belle felt when the beast gifted her a library, the sheer size alone left you gasping. Excitedly you started meandering the rows of books some of which seemed to call to you, it was only five minutes into looking that you found your favourite book series. You sighed happily admiring the books and running your fingers along their spines when you got an intense tingly sensation like you were being watched. Glancing about you saw no one, wait did that shadow just move, being slightly creeped out by whatever you’d seen you decided to move onto another room but first you needed something from your room.

Walking into your room you noticed something was off, like someone had been in your room but not moved stuff around too much pushing down the feeling you made your way over to a massive chest of drawers across from your bed. Mid Stride you had to stop… on top of your pillow was a custard cream, you had to shake your head since obviously the doctor had popped by while you were out. Popping the whole thing in your mouth you returned to the dresser and found it brimming with clothes you dreamed of owning, teary eyed you carried on looking through it until you found just the thing. Your swimming costume, a delightful piece that hugged all the right curves and was easy to swim in. You decided it was easier to change into it here so it was under your clothes for later, smiling you had to admire yourself just a smidge in a tall mirror first before pulling on your normal clothes in order to set off again.

Slipping out your door you got the same feeling of being watched from before but you had a sneaking suspicion a certain blonde had gotten bored on her own and was seeking you out for company. However, not wanting to give away that you knew she was following, you chose to keep going until you found the pool and maybe be a little mean when you did. It didn’t take long to find, the pool was huge and looked like it belonged in an egyptian temple even the lounging area looked like it belonged in that era. The feeling at the back of your neck hadn’t gone away so with a smirk you sauntered over to the lounge area to pick out a towel before sinfully disrobing. Stripping slowly, piece by piece, you had to stifle a giggle as you knew the kind of show you were giving to the doctor, well she seemed so intent on watching why not? You walked to the edge of the pool kneeling down to feel it temperature, it was delightfully warm like a hot spring. Gracefully you stood up before diving in head first to the pool, resurfacing a moment later you sighed contently while floating on your back.

Remembering that a certain someone was still near the door you decided to call out “Are you just gonna stand there watching all day or jump in?”, swimming over to lean on the pool side you giggled heartily as you watched the time lord jump at being noticed. Well not only did she jump but then stumble over one of the chairs in lounging area, causing you to laugh and worry “Are you ok?” you called as the doctor straightened up. She nodded then came to the pool edge to talk to you, kneeling down to get your level, she’d seemingly forgone her classic coat as well as her shoes and socks. “How long did you know I was following you?” she asked with a slight frown “since I saw the custard cream on my pillow” you chuckled. “Aw, I thought I was doing a great job at sneaking” the doctor pouted looking slightly childish which made you smile softly at how adorable she could be. “You didn’t answer my question” Y/N stated “Are you gonna join me or not?” you pulled your best puppy face. The doctor paused tapping her chin while thinking about it “hmmm, nope, no I won’t join you” she said smirking, she knew you wanted that.

Smiling wickedly you grabbed the doctors ankles and started to drag her in instead “Y/N?!” she yelped in shock as you dunked her fully clothed into the water beside you. When she came up beside you your face couldn’t keep a shit-eating grin off of it, who knew getting a time lord wet was so easy ;P. “Are you happy now?” the doctor asked smiling despite trying to be stern “Nope, those look too uncomfortable to swim in” you pointed at her clothes “You should take them off”. You had been joking of course but nearly choked on water when the doctor replied “You’re right Y/N” she swam to the side pulling herself up to sit on it, you couldn’t help but leer a little as the doctor slowly pulled off her shirt. Wiggling out of her trousers the doctor stood up then smiling wickedly before she cannon balled into the pool completely splashing you in the face, when she popped up beside you she chuckled. “That was a lot more fun than I expected” she said while you still were sputtering water “maybe to you” Y/N replied before splashing the doctor with a sweep of your hand. This ensued a giggle filled splash fight before the doctor was chasing you in the pool while doing the jaws theme tune, it only took her two minutes before catching you “got you, Y/N!” she proudly proclaimed. You both blushed as you realised the doctor had caught you and was still holding you around the waist, “Oh shut up” you laughed in response. With a spike of courage you leaned forward kissing her and snaking your arms around her neck, you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as the doctor happily sighed and leaned into it. She had been wrong sundays were the best.

[stevenuniversetanzanite]

Thirteen Stories (Doctor Who)

Stories including the Thirteen Doctor because why the fuck not. These stories are all from Archive of Our Own under the hashtag   Thirteenth Doctor/You. 

Some of the other tags are giving me life, some include; gays in space, space is gay, everyone in the tardis is queer, give u depression type of angst, Lesbians in Space, cant be bothered to use caps on tags lol, thirteen hi can u be my wife and i already have a very gay crush on thirteen to list a few.  All of these were provided by avengrrs.

Works by avengrrs.

This is going to be fun!  Summary: you have to help the doctor survive through her first period. it isn't as easy as it sounds. (Given Summary)

Goodbye. Summary:  “All of this started with the expectancy that it "can't hurt", but the Doctor knew that it would.” (Direct Quote)

Just you , me, and the stars. Summary:  thirteen takes you to the best place she knows, as a treat for literally existing in her life.  (Given Summary)

Works by MissReylo

I Know You and I Love You. Summary:  She was wearing River’s ring around her finger, as soon as she had figured out how to make it smaller to fit around her new finger she had put it on...but Y/N’s ring. She was secretly wearing it on a necklace around her neck. She didn’t want to make Y/N uncomfortable by reminding her every day that the two of them were married.

That the two of them had once been in love.

Save someone. Summary:  But you weren’t a child. You didn’t have sunburns and plasters, you didn’t need a bedtime story. You were grown, you knew the world wasn’t a perfect place. And you knew there were monsters, horrible people out there. So when you were finally on board of the TARDIS and looked at her, realising what she had just done, you walked over to her and slapped her so hard it made your heart stop beating for a moment.

Sacrifice.  Summary: Ryan kicked against the ball that bounced against the wall. The sound echoed through the TARDIS. He knew Graham was in the next room, doing whatever the hell he did in his spare time. He waited for the usual: “Ryan, cut it out!”, but it never came. Normally he would be overjoyed. Graham’s nagging annoyed the hell out of him. Now? Now it hurt. He wanted everything to be normal. 

Happy Moments. Summary:  “Sappy,” she teased. “Ha, you started it Mrs. Happy Moments,” you teased back. You pulled her into a passionate sweet kiss, tangling your hands in her hair.

Snapshots Of Our Life.  Summary: Snapshots from the Doctor's and Y/N's life together. 

Phone Call. Summary: Thud.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Silence.Work Text:Click.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

"With Y/N, who’s this?”

“Me.”

“Doctor? You all right?”

“I’m great, Y/N.”

“You sound a bit out of breath.”

“I had to run. You know me, I’m always running.”

“Not too much trouble right?”

“Just the right amount.”

“You don’t sound like you’re enjoying this as much as you usually do, space girl.”

Doctor and Nurse. Summary: You have to play the Doctor's nurse for a bit when she's sick. 

Goggles, Goats, The Violin and Pizza. Summary: You just want to sleep. The Doctor claims to not need any sleep. While you sleep the Doctor gets bored. A recipe for disaster, eh? 

A Confession. Summary: The Doctor sacrifices herself. Y/N isn't happy. In a hospital, the Doctor confesses something. 

Eyeliner. Summary: Now that the Doctor is a woman, she tries to do something. It doesn't go really well. Lucky for her she has a skilled companion. 

[whittakerjodie]

Prompt #51 with 13xreader please?🥺 any prompt that’s 13xreader would make my day tbh, added bonus would be timelord!reader but anything at all that you write would be wonderful

Bang. Bang. A small ‘Ouch!’

You looked up from your novel, frowning. Whereas you were leaned against one of the crystalline pillars, the Doctor was absorbed in action. According to what she’d told you two hours ago, there was something wrong with the navigational circuits; you expected she was downplaying a larger issue, though, given how long it’d been. The Doctor tended to be quite reckless when doing repairs- too much of her focus was on keeping her TARDIS healthy rather than her own self.

Sometimes, you’d pause reading just to supervise. That way if she started doing anything too questionable (like setting the console room on fire to see if the TARDIS could react quickly enough) you could put a stop to it. Today, though, your mind wasn’t exactly on supervision.

Your eyes moved over her body as she continued to work. Her clothing was covered with stains from oil, dirt, and more. How you managed to find the mess attractive, you had no idea. Perhaps it helped that the clothes were being worn by one of the most beautiful creatures you’d ever had the privilege of encountering.

Her skin shone slightly from the sweat gathering at her brow, which she leaned back to wipe away. The movement caused the fabric of her shirt to strain against her bicep. You blinked in surprise as your book landed in your lap, having fallen out of your hands. The Doctor never seemed too muscular; most of her bravado and strength was apparent in her personality. But, if anyone were to look closely or at the right time, they would notice that she certainly had some muscle on her.

You’d noticed more than once.

Quickly, so that she wouldn’t notice you faltering, you picked your book back up and appeared nonchalant.

“You alright if I turn the heat down in here?” Her voice interrupted your performance. You looked up, as if acknowledging her for the first time, and shrugged.

“No, why?”

“Just a bit hot in here, don’t you think?” You swallowed abruptly, suddenly finding her gaze to be slightly intrusive. Keep normal, you told yourself.

“Yeah, I mean-” You swallowed again, ignoring the way she was standing. Relaxed, with her hands on her hips, face tilted curiously, exposing her neck… “I mean, it’s not that hot, but you’re working really hard over there so..”

You trailed off, keeping your eyes locked on hers.

“Yeah, I have been haven’t I? You don’t mind of course?”

“Nope! Not at all” You said a little too quickly. To cover up your tracks, you held up your book. “Quite busy over here myself”

“Good. Don’t want to distract you from your reading.” She turned away too quickly for you to respond. You were grateful, though. Talking was a little difficult.

10 minutes later, you had not read a single word. Even though you could use the multiple suspicious loud noises as an excuse, that would be a lie. The Doctor had dimmed the lights everywhere in the console room except for her area and yours. Meaning she was essentially a beacon, the limited lights highlighting every contour of her working form. Her biceps, in particular, were catching quite a lot of attention, especially every time she rolled her t-shirt sleeves as far up as they could go; an action that had to be repeated multiple times. She had to be doing it intentionally. Everytime she did it, she would lift something heavy directly afterward, shamelessly putting her strength on display.

“Not bothered at the noise are we?” She said in the middle of rolling up her sleeves.

“You keep doing that,” You pouted, embarrassed at being exposed for staring. “Why not pin them in place?”

“Cause I don’t think you’d like it as much” She said with a smirk, turning to show you the other bicep as she freed it from the sleeve.

“Just, Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting”

“There we go, the truth!” She grinned victoriously. “I could tell.”

“Fine, maybe I was staring a little…” You admitted shyly.

“Don’t lie, it wasn’t a little.” She began to walk across the room to you and you peered up at her form, which towered over you. She set her hand on the column your back rested against and slid down to the floor, face-to-face with you. If you shifted just slightly, you could set your arms against or around her. She was almost too close… her nose nestled against yours briefly before she moved her lips close to your ear. “Your book’s upside down”

Eyes widening, you tried to look down to confirm if she was right. She caught you before you could, finger resting underneath your chin.

“I bet you don’t even know which book you have right now.”

“Of course i-”

“Don’t have any pins,” She interrupted, standing up. “For my sleeves I mean. Good thing there's always other options!”

In one swift move, she lifted her shirt above her head and threw it into nothingness, returning to her work and leaving you to choke on your own spit in shock.

[kinglivv]

Can you do 14 with 13xreader?

It's What I Do, Doctor.

Summary: The Doctor is angry with the reader, and the reader is angry with her.

Warnings: Arm injury.

You know she's trying to avoid your gaze.

She's got her back to you, hands resting on the console pretending to read the monitor. You're sitting on one of the hexagonal steps, staring at your bandaged arm, jaw clenched. You wish she would say something, anything, just to break the ice in the room.

You don't know why she'd turned up. You were meant to be sworn enemies, yet both of you seemed to have an unhealthy habit of saving eachother and then screwing eachother senseless afterwards. It was an enemies-with-benefits type of arangement, and both of you were fine with that.

Today had started off like any other - you had decided it was a nice day to rob a bank on a planet somewhere near the Medusa cascade. It had all been going well, until one thing had led to another, and you eventually ended up face to face with some very angry, very agressive aliens. Somewhere in the middle of it all you had been stabbed in the arm and that was when The Doctor had turned up. She had been in the middle of trying to talk them down, when one of them had lunged at her. You had done the only rational thing you could have in that moment. You shot it.

Now, back in the TARDIS, you two were alone. The fam had been dropped off home safe, their questions about you ignored, and you had been sent to the medbay to bandage your arm. Now, though, sitting in the console room, it was just you and The Doctor.

"You shot it." The Doctor stated, not turning around.

"Yes."

"I keep telling you-"

You cut her off. "Stop acting like you care, love. Just drop me off somewhere I can crash for tonight."

She whips around and storms over to the steps where you sit, and you stand up, drawing yourself to your full height to glare at her.

"Don't you dare order me around after what you just did." She hisses.

"Killing, Doctor? It's what I do," You snarl back. You're inches apart now. "You know that, love."

"You didn't need to do it."

"So?" You spit back.

"You didn't used to be like this, Y/N. You know it's wrong, you know you don't really want to kill all the people you do."

"You know nothing about me."

"Oh, but I do. I know you want adventure, that's why you're standing here in front of me. You want to rebel like everyone else. You want mystery in your life, passion, romance... and maybe a little danger."

She's so close to you now, her hands on your waist.

"And you think you can give all of that to me?" You breathe back, you eyes flitting between her lips and her eyes.

"Oh babygirl, I know I can," She replies, and leans in, crashing her lips against yours.

You melt into it, feeling her grin against your lips as you moan. She's won this time - you'll stay tonight. God knows if you'll still be there in the morning.

[dykecious]

whos dick do i gotta suck to get a hurt/comfort 13xreader

[queerconfusionthings]

Admittedly, I want a sequel to your Gill!Master fic where the Doctor storms in demanding your safe release and verbal sparring or some other confrontation that ends with Sad!13 and Scared!Reader, and ending with 13xReader cuddles.

don't worry bro, i'll make at least one other part, and it will be hurt/comfort

[13ismyheart]

13xReader - Finding Truth In The Rain

A/N: This wasn’t a request, but something I wanted to write for a while. I hope you like it. Warnings: None. It’s just fluff Summary: The Tardis had left you and the Doctor standing alone in the rain, in the shelter that you found one truth reveals itself.

You and the Doctor were just about to follow the rest of the team back into the Tardis when suddenly an invisible force shield made the blue box inaccessible for you. Confused you turned to your left to see the Doctor banging against the imperceptible wall.

“Oh, no, no, no. Don't do this to me. Can't you see that we’re soaked to the bone?”

“Doctor? What is this? Why can't we go in?”, your voice carried a hint of worry, but also annoyance as you really wanted to get out of those wet clothes and into your warm bed.

“I don't know. It's some sort of shield, but I have no idea what could have caused it. I have thoroughly checked this planet and we are the only intelligent life form currently inhabiting it. It must be – Y/N!”. While you were listening to the Doctor's thoughts you had leaned against the shield, the shield that had now vanished along with the Tardis. You lost your balance, but thanks to the Doctor's quick reflexes, your hitting the ground was once again avoided. Looking into the Doctor's eyes as she steadied you, you thanked her. You were almost sad when she let go of you. “Well I guess that answers the question. The Tardis must have put that shield up herself. The only question that remains is why she wanted to lock us out and leave us here? Well, nothing we can do now but wait and find shelter from that rain.”.

The rain had actually stopped coming down as hard, but there was still a slight drizzling coming down and judging by the colour of the sky a second round of cats and dogs wasn't completely out of the question either. You just nodded and decided to follow the timelord in her quest to escape the wetness. Even soaking wet the Doctor was the prettiest woman you had ever laid your eyes upon, you had noticed her eyes and her jawline the very first moment that you saw her. Since then she had only become more attractive to you and you found yourself slowly falling in love with her. Of course, nothing would ever come off this. She was the most generous, lovable, beautiful and honourable woman in the whole universe and you were just – well, you were you. Knowing this didn't keep you from looking at her though daydreaming about how it would be to see some of the telltale signs reflected in the Doctor's gaze. You sigh, catching the Doctor's attention again who immediately tried to console you and reassure you that the Tardis would come back soon enough to come and pick you both up. 

“Can you imagine the team being in there alone and having no clue what's going on?”, you asked the Doctor laughing. Her face scrunched up in amusement and you really had to hold yourself back not to reach out and touch her. “Oh, I am sure they'll be fine.”, she chuckled, thought about it once more and then added, “Although I am not so sure about Ryan, he is a bit wary of the Tardis since the toaster incident last week.” These words made you laugh even harder, actually causing you to snort which in turn made your cheeks redden in embarrassment. The unfortunate happening had been a tiny misunderstanding between Ryan and the Tardis and since it happened Ryan refused to go anywhere near the console. You and the Doctor had found a little cave to settle in for the time being and it had turned out to be a rather good idea because the rain had indeed started up again. Still a bit breathless from your laughing fit you remarked on the time. “It must be getting pretty late.”. But the late hour wasn't the only inconvenience as it was also getting colder and colder. It wasn't long before even your thick jacket couldn't keep you warm anymore and you started shivering. The Doctor didn't seem as fazed by the cold, but that did not surprise you. No one who gets cold easily wears the same clothes in summer and winter, with the small addition of a loose scarf. The Doctor noticed your discomfort though and started to scoot closer towards you. “You are freezing. We need to share body heat to warm you up a bit.”, she said and proceeded to take her coat off to lay it on the ground. She gestured for you to remove your jacket as well and then pulled you down onto hers. You were lying very close, her left pressing to your right with your coat dealing as a blanket for both of you. 

It wasn't uncomfortable per se, but it was weird, to say the least. You had never been this close to the Doctor for a prolonged amount of time, you had hugged before of course, but never longer than a few seconds, not that you would have minded them being longer, but you also did not want to seem like a creep who preys on her friends. Now you have already been lying next to each other for about 10 minutes and no one knew how much longer you were forced to stay here before the others found their way back here, or rather before the Tardis lead them to you. You were quite content to just stay quiet, silence never really bothered you, but you also knew the Doctor and her intense need to talk. If you thought about it it was already quite out of character for her to have been completely silent these past 10 minutes, so with a confused look you turned to look at her., “Cat got your tongue? You aren't usually this quiet.” She quickly turned her head towards you on reflex before staring straight up at the ceiling again, but not quickly enough for you not to notice her blushing. You grin, you didn't know there was anything that could get someone as confident as the Doctor to blush. “Come on, you can tell me. I swear I won't judge you.” The grin in your voice was as tangible to the Doctor as your finger which was insistently poking the timelord's torso. Instead of answering she blushed further. Suddenly it hit you, the Doctor was thinking about someone she liked. The most common reason people blush is when they are asked about something related to the person they have a crush on, right? Now it was your turn to blush, you tried to say something, to apologise for invading her privacy like that, but instead, you just opened and closed your mouth a few times looking like one of those fish your GP kept in his waiting room. You laid back down on your back. Where the contact of your bodies did not faze you before it now felt as if someone constantly sent tiny electric shocks through the whole right half of your body. 

You started shivering again, catching the Doctor's attention once more. Worried looks were sent in your direction, but your mind was pre-occupied with one thought only the Doctor is in love. You tried to focus on the plitter-platter of the rain, a sound that never failed to calm you, at least not until now. A numbing sadness had suddenly taken over your mind and body. You had never really thought you had any chance with the Doctor, you really hadn't, that's why you never told her. Having proof of her affections lying elsewhere, however, was still crushing you.  The Doctor interpreted your shivering differently though and moved again, this time to lie half on top of you with her arms around you to chase the coldness away. But this closeness hurt you more and the shivering intensified, plus you couldn't look at her right now, it would only pain you further and she would know instantly that you were in love with her. You couldn't jeopardise your friendship. If that was all you were ever gonna have with the Doctor you would do anything to protect it. You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn't pay any attention to what your body was doing. Currently, your face was very openly declaring your discomfort and when the Doctor saw this she gasped and immediately rolled off of you to sit up, causing your jacket to slip off as well. Shit, you thought, she knows and now she is disgusted by you. Now the tears you were so desperately trying to hold back burst free and even if you wanted to talk, to explain to her that you weren't in love with her and that you are sorry you made her uncomfortable, you wouldn't have been able to because all that was currently able to leave your mouth were sobs. The Doctor was evidently troubled, she didn't know what to do or how to comfort you. In the end, she just opted for a straight-up apology. “I am so sorry my feelings made you uncomfortable, I thought I could hide them better and I totally understand if you want to leave me now. As soon as the Tardis is back I can get you home and I won't bother you ever again, I promise.” She was looking at you with tears of her own in her eyes, but she was trying her hardest to be strong, she didn't want you to feel guilty for not returning her affections. Her words hit you like a wall of bricks and you yanked your head around to face her, not minding the cracking of your neck as you did. Stuttering you asked her “What did you say?”. You were sure you must have heard it wrong, in your frenzy, it had sounded like she had apologised to you for having feelings for you. The Doctor gulped once and repeated “I said I am sorry I made you uncomfortable. I totally understand that you don't like me like that and if you want to leave I will drop you off back home and not bother you again.”. Your eyes were as wide as saucers, so you had heard correctly. Your heart began to hammer wildly and you sat up to be face to face to the Doctor. “Do you really mean that?”, you had to ask again. Your head still couldn't wrap itself around the idea of the Doctor returning your feelings. Her face fell, as she lost all hope that you would still be travelling with her if given enough time. Swallowing hard she nodded once and lowered her head, not being able to look you in the eyes as she slowly lost the battle against her own tears. Your face, however, showed the definition of contradiction. Your eyes were puffy, cheeks swollen and decorated with wet trails of your tears, but your mouth was spreading into the biggest grin you had ever worn. The Doctor was in love with you! You couldn't believe your luck. With new found energy you raised your hand to the Doctor's chin and gently lifted it up. She was a little startled by your touch and when she looked into your eyes, confusion shone in hers. It hurt to see her so broken, but the happiness over the news overweighted and without thinking about it you lunged your head forwards and pressed your lips to hers. The Doctor gasped in surprise and you wasted no time, deepening the kiss and sighing contently. You don't know how long the kiss lasted, all you know is that her mouth tasted of custard creams, early grey and something heavenly that must have been the Doctor's own specific taste. You loved every second of it, only registering the sighs and moans both of you let loose and ignoring everything else around you.

When you reluctantly broke the kiss to fill your lungs with desperately needed air, both of you just took a second to look at the other. Outside of your little cave, it was still raining and slowly the cold was returning to your bones, without looking down you grabbed for your jacket and covered the Doctor and yourself as best as you could. You were still looking at each other, smiling softly and sharing small touches, when you finally broke the silence. “God, I love you so much!”. Again the Doctor blushed, but this time she didn't look away, instead, she leaned in close and whispered, “I love you too, Y/N.” As your lips met again you heard the unmistakable whooshing sound of the Tardis.

[femreader]

Adultnapped - 13th Doctor

13xreader where the reader is kidnapped by some aliens and hurt badly and 13 is freaking out bc its been a day and she still can't find her (angst but fluff please

Warnings: kidnapping, reader is drugged with chloroform, fluff at the end

Y/N sat on the barstool, swirling her finger in her drink she wasn’t going to drink anyway. Her eyes wondered over the sea of people as she tried to find the guy they were looking for, the one they suspected to be responsible for releasing an alien ghost to haunt people, possibly even drive them insane and kill them. Only a day before the team had found a body of a human, completely drained from all the liquids.

To get the alien back and close it back to its egg they needed a key, a key which was now with the mysterious man. Y/N was put to get some information from the dude as Yaz was investigating and doing her police stuff with the Doctor on the egg where the alien came. And well no offense but Graham and Ryan trying to subtly ask the man if he knew anything… it would go downhill.

The bar was crowdy and it smelt like beer and sweat. In the back of the room was a booth full of bikers and every single one of them had a beautiful alien girl sitting on their laps. Their skin color changed every now and then, now they were red. Y/N moved on to the tables close to her, frowning as she didn’t see anyone matching their picture. She was so deep in her though she hadn’t noticed someone pulling up next to her and ordering a pint of beer.

“By yourself here love,” A rather charming voice said and Y/N looked to her right. Her heart jumped into her throat as she saw the exact man she had been fishing for the past hour sitting right next to her. She felt her face blush a bit, but she played it off, giggling like a school girl.

“Yeah, my boyfriend is a douche,” Y/N said dramatically sighing and looking back at her drink her finger was swirling. The man made some kind of a voice, expressing his understanding and took a big gulp from his beer.

“Must be pretty stupid for leaving someone so beautiful all alone.”

Y/N could’ve gagged right then and there, but her face didn’t crack. She gave the man a dashing smile and looked down, pretending to be all flustered.

“Nay, I’m not…  it’s fine. I was leaving to talk to him anyway. It’s just…”

“What?” The man asked interested what Y/N was saying. The girl didn’t like the look in his eyes.

“I heard rumors,” Y/N shuddered and clenched her teeth. “About a demon or something like that… hunting out there. And I really hate the dark…” She pouted and pretended to take a sip from her drink. The man smirked and set his pint down, placing a secure hand on Y/N’s right thigh. His warmth felt so wrong Y/N wanted to yank herself away.

“How ‘bout I’ll walk you. Or if you live far away you can stay over at mine and find your boyfriend tomorrow. No fuss,” He said giving Y/N a charming smile. One which he had for sure given to dozens of other people before her.

Y/N thought about it. It was risky obviously, walking straight into the lion’s den. But then again she could find the key, and message others where she was so they could come and pick her up. Besides she didn’t need much time to find it as she was good at finding things that didn’t belong there

She smirked and licked her finger before getting up. “Do you mind if I use the restroom first?”

He smiled, happy with his victory and dismissed it with a wave of his hand. Y/NN turned around and quickly dodged the dancing people on the dancefloor. Her fingers already fumbled with her phone as she looked for Yasmin’s number.

“Y/N?” Her voice rang after three beeps.

“Yaz hey, uh something came up-”

“Is it Y/N?” Y/N heard the Doctor’s voice in the background. Yasmin said yes and apparently gave the phone to the Doctor, who seemed very out of breath.

“Y/N?! Get out of there, right now. Don’t ask questions just walk away and leave!”

“Wha-Why?” Y/NN spoked to the phone, trying to control her voice so she wasn’t yelling into it. She looked around and saw a woman leave the restroom, making her the only resident there.

“Just get out of there I’ll explain everything okay?!”

“Okay okay, I’ll leave… are you okay?” Y/N said and put her jacket on. She peeked from the crack of the door to see if the man was still there. He wasn’t.

“The key, it’s not an object. The egg works only with organic materials it feeds on them, the body we found was not killed by the ghost. It was killed by him, Y/N get out right now,”

Y/N felt her heart fall into her stomach as she heard these words. She barely managed to answer as someone placed a wet piece of fabric over her mouth, making her feel like she was being suffocated instead of drugged. Her yelling was mumbled as someone strong held her tightly against their body and waited for her to collapse. Y/N’s phone dropped onto the floor, the screen cracked and the last thing Y/N saw was Yaz’ number brightly on the broken screen.

“Doctor, you need-”

“Don’t go on about it, I know okay!” The Doctor raised her voice and almost pulled her hair out in the action. She still had the same clothes on they had when they closed the egg when Y/N went missing. It didn’t make sense for keeping her as the egg was closed and shipped away. The Doctor could only hope the worst hadn’t happened already. 

“I know you’re worried we are too Doc. But yelling at us won’t help the poor lad,” Graham said sternly, placing a comforting hand on Yaz’ shoulder. The Doctor pursued her lips and leaned to the panel. 

“You’re right... I’m sorry Yaz,” The police smiled it off, being used to people yelling when they were frustrated.

“We’re going to find her. None of us ain’t giving up, and besides Y/N’s a fighter. She can fend for herself.” Ryan smiled and got a sad one back from the blonde. She took in a deep breath and went to work with the panel again, desperately trying to find some sort of a trace of her girlfriend. We’re going to find you Y/N, I promise that...

“You think she’d be here?” 

“It’s where the GPS showed.” 

“You put a GPS on her?” 

“Let’s just be glad I did.” 

Y/N blinked quietly from her spot under all the trash. The metal grate let out some light, but all the other garbage on made it hard to see anything. With her dry throat, Y/N tried to speak. Her hand went over her face, partly to shield her eyes from the light but also she tried to feel the grate whether she was able to move it or not. Her head was aching and it felt like the air was so thick and stuffy that she wasn’t able to breathe. 

“Doctor,” she whispered, trying to call out for her friends. Her hand scraped the grate and it moved just the slightest. Y/N heard multiple footsteps moving and the rusty grate was moved. It shrieked when it was dragged from ver her. 

“Y/N!” Doctor exclaimed and helped her up. Y/N wasn’t able to stand as her legs were sore and stiff from being cramped into a small place. The Doctor laid her down on the ground with some help from Ryan and took out her sonic. 

“Okay, no fatal injuries,” She scanned and tried to encourage the others with a bright smile. Y/N knew it wasn’t a happy one though. “Alrighty, let’s get you back to Tardis before he comes back.” 

“Doctor,” Y/N mumbled as she walked by her. The Doctor’s arm was around her waist to keep her up so she wouldn’t stumble over the trash. 

“Yeah?”

Y/N sighed and took in the familiar scent she had missed. “Thank you.” 

The Doctor squeezed her a bit tighter and felt relief in her chest. She hadn’t ever realized before how calming Y/N’s voice was before she was missing. The Doctor gave her a kiss on her head and closed her eyes, immersing herself into Y/N’s scent. 

“It’s okay love.”

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Could you possibly do a 13xReader where the oncoming storm appears because something had happened to the reader (either Daleks or another alien race)?

Uh, you’re giving me an excuse to write an angry Doctor? Of fucking course I will sweetie. 

[thepetrichorgirl]

Hi! Was wondering who your favourite doctor is? If its 13 whos your favourite aside from her? Also have you seen Any 13 x Reader fics at all?

My favorite Doctor is Twelve (I just love his character development over his 3 series), but if I am 100% honest, I had never fallen in love with a new Doctor as I have fallen for Thirteen... so who knows?! :)

I haven’t seen any 13xReader fics but I’m sure there will be A LOT of those very soon!

[myghostmonument]

13 x Reader: Home

Notes: Wow this took forever! It’s entirely too long but hopefully still an enjoyable read; I couldn’t find a good way to split it up. I really enjoyed this request and it’s been stewing in my mind for a WHILE, which is where most of my first drafts are usually written. I have another one or two fics planned that will probably also be around this length (or longer), but I’m really focusing on making the majority of my requests more concise. lmao we’ll see. This is also gender neutral for the reader!! Yay! As always requests are open so long as you understand that I’m slooooow Summary [anon request]: Could please you do an OT3 fic with Thirteen/Reader/Yaz, (Ryan can be there too but as a friend) where they just finished a really messed up adventure and they all have to reassure each other they're ok and it's all fluffy and maybe some angst? Warnings: None WC: 5500 oops

It hadn’t hit you, not at first. There hadn’t been time initially; there so rarely ever was. Not when there was so much going on, so much to do. And even after, when you had slammed shut the doors of the TARDIS and left the planet behind, you were still riding the wave of exhilaration. It was that particular brand of adrenaline utterly unique to traveling with the Doctor, and it kept your mind focused on moving forwards, with nothing more distant than the here and now. It was glorious, chaotic, intoxicating. It was survival. It kept the awareness of even bodily injuries from distracting you, because it didn’t matter that you couldn’t make a fist with your left hand, or that Yaz’s shirt was more blood than anything else, or that the Doctor could only draw in measured, shallow breaths. The only thing that mattered was the next step, the next breath drawn, the next moment unfolded. Surviving. And when you had survived, when you leaned panting against the doors of the TARDIS and watched while the Doctor flew around the console, her hands a blur and her voice a continuous counterpart of conversation to the groaning of the timeship as it took flight away, away from there- that was when the wave was at its peak. It flooded you with triumph and coloured everything golden, bright. It was a sort of pride that said yes, we did it, another adventure completed, another win. So no, it didn’t hit you right away, the impact of what you had just seen. What you had just done. The choices you had made, the consequences you had watched unfold. It wasn’t till you stood swaying in the console room and watched as the Doctor and Yaz moved away that you started to feel it. To understand. Horror trickled through you, slowly at first, but building. Between one breath and the next, it was a flood. Your face felt cold even as your injured arm began to burn, and you couldn’t stop remembering, couldn’t stop seeing, not even when you closed your eyes- And then, nothing. Your mind had carefully and firmly blanked. At some point you had ended up in your room, sitting on the floor. You weren’t sure if that was by choice or not. It didn’t matter. You sat and stared at nothing, safer by far than closing your eyes. Your wounded arm was not exactly numb; you were aware of the pain. It just didn’t touch you. (You were also aware, distantly, that you should probably have followed Yaz and the Doctor to the medbay, but you hadn’t. Had just stood there, alone in the gently humming console, until your feet moved on their own, took you away.) It was Yaz who eventually found you, sitting against your bed with your knees drawn to your chest. She might have spoken to you, or she might not have. It was only when you realized that you were warmer and turned your head that you noticed her, settled down next to you on the floor. You shook your head slightly; you got the impression that you weren’t keeping track of time in an entirely coherent manner. You blinked slowly, realized belatedly that Yaz had said something. “What?” “I don’t want to be alone,” Yaz repeated, and paused. “Do you?” The words were raw, scraped too thinly over exhaustion and pain to be in any way gentle. But they were for all that kind. Kind, and sincere. Because they were coming from Yaz. What she said, she meant. “No,” you whispered, and leaned your head against her shoulder. Your hand found its way into hers without conscious effort or choice, or perhaps it was her hand that found yours. You both sat that way for a while, with clutching hands and distant eyes. You were still in a conflicting state of numb fog mixed intermittently with flashes of horror, but it was easier with Yaz there. Or if not easier, at least… better. She had seen the same things, had made the same choices, was living with the same memories. Eventually, a separate thought floated to the top of your mind, and you mumbled it into Yaz’s shoulder: “What’s the Doctor doing?” “Wondering why her friends are hiding on a floor, and not in the medbay where they’re supposed to be.” You felt Yaz jump, and you lifted your head, looking over the edge of your bed to see the Doctor framed in the doorway. Yaz leaned around the edge of the bed to look for herself, then settled back against you with a released breath. “She really loves making a dramatic entrance,” Yaz muttered, and despite everything, your lips twitched in an approximation of a smile. It was true. “I heard that,” the Doctor said as she moved into the room. Her boots appeared in your field of vision, followed abruptly by the rest of her as she crouched down in front of you and Yaz. You blinked, focusing on her face and noting idly how her ear-cuff glinted in the dim light as she turned her head from you to Yaz. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her eyes were narrowed. She looked worried. Tired. “You didn’t follow us to the medbay,” the Doctor said, and you realized that she was looking at you again. “Weren’t you hit by one of those blasters?” Her tone was neutral, but her eyes were flickering with a restless, almost angry tension as they moved down. You looked down as well. “I- didn’t think about it,” you said truthfully, looking blankly at your left arm. You felt Yaz move. “That looks bad,” she said, and the genuine concern in her voice reached you even through your hazy disinterest. “It’s not, but it does need tending,” the Doctor said, though she was looking at your face as she spoke, not your wound. “I didn’t think about it,” you repeated, your voice hollow. Something in the Doctor’s expression shifted, and you struggled to elaborate. You wanted to appease that look in the Doctor’s eyes, but it was hard to find words when emotions themselves eluded you. “I just- I- I didn’t-” you were trying to articulate, but you could feel those emotions (your pain, your memories) welling up in your chest, in your throat, and they were choking you. Yaz tightened her grip on your hand, and the Doctor’s expression shifted again. “Hey, alright, it’s fine, you don’t need to explain-” she began, soothingly, but the memories were still rising, building, and something had to give, something had to give. “- and I can’t- if I try- I can’t make it stop-” “Can’t make what stop-” “They’re… even when I- I close my eyes and I- I see it all again, again and again-” you shuddered and fell silent as you choked on your own words. Yaz was also silent, but tears were running slowly down her cheeks and her own gaze was glazed and distant with remembered horrors. The Doctor’s lips had parted slightly, but as her gaze moved from you to Yaz and she saw the tears, her lips flattened again, pressed tight over words she did not say. They were present in her eyes, though. The Doctor was tired, hurting, and now she was angry too. Angry for the pain she saw in her companions, for the damage done. But her voice when she spoke was absent of that anger. She was good at that, at misdirection. Only her eyes ever betrayed her true self when she let her guard slip. But you weren’t looking at her eyes, or anything else. Nothing in that room, anyways. “Oh,” the Doctor said softly, “oh, my poor fam. Come here, you lot.” Leaning forwards, she pulled you both towards her and into an embrace. You closed your eyes as your face pressed up against the fabric of the Doctor’s coat and inhaled the familiar scent (vanilla, with hints of machinery and something else, something distinctly her). You could feel Yaz next to you, your hands still entwined. It was an awkward, precarious embrace, huddled as you were on the floor and with only four good arms to go around for the three of you. Yes, it was awkward. It was also suddenly as necessary to you as air, as the next drawn breath. You shuddered again as the Doctor spoke, her voice still gentle and absent of the storm that lurked in her eyes. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” she murmured, her head bent over you and Yaz. Her own eyes slid closed, and you could hear the exhaustion in her voice, the way it rasped slightly. She had taken damage too, you remembered.  Anger stirred in you, a sharp jab that pushed away some of your numb fog. You lifted your injured arm and wrapped it painfully around the Doctor, holding her to you as tightly as you could. “Are- you okay?” you asked the Doctor, your voice muffled by her shirt and coat. The Doctor made a quiet sound, something not quite a word, and you felt her shift, pulling you more fully into her arms while her head bent closer over yours, her nose resting in your hair. You could feel her heartbeats against your own chest, and unconsciously you began to match your breathing to hers. “Oh, yeah. You know me, I’m the king of okay.” The words were almost (almost) convincing, falling breezily from the Doctor’s mouth with what was close to her normal light, irreverent tone. Close. She obviously heard the discrepancy too, and cleared her throat. “Have you seen anything like that before?” Yaz asked. “Have you- done that-” she trailed off bleakly, and the Doctor was silent for a few moments. “I’ve been traveling for a long time,” she said finally, quietly. “I’ve seen the worst of the universe, in so many forms and species. Death and famine and war and senseless, needless cruelty, selfishness and fear…” her arms tightened around you and Yaz as she spoke. “But I’ve seen the best of the universe too. People who leap to protect others without even a thought, who stand in front of those in need and go above and beyond to make the universe a better, kinder place.” She pressed a soft kiss to your head, then did the same to Yaz. “Does it get easier?” Yaz asked. “Having to see the- the worst bits?” Again, the Doctor was silent, and this time the moment stretched just a little bit too long. “Come on then,” she said, and she had layered her words with that breezy cheerfulness again, avoiding Yaz’s question. “Enough moping around on the floor. How about some tea? I love tea-” she was moving as she spoke, extricating herself from the embrace and standing. She helped up Yaz, then held out a hand to you. You started to reach up with your injured arm, then dropped it with a wince and proffered your other hand. “Mmm,” the Doctor said as she pulled you up, her eyes sharp on your bad arm. “But before tea, you need patched up.” She had kept a grip on your arm, eyed it critically while moving it gently back and forth. You blinked slowly. The presence of Yaz and the Doctor (and the touch of their skin on yours) was an anchor, but you were still drifting as your mind tried to shield you. To forget. “I’ll start the tea,” Yaz said, wiping surreptitiously at her cheeks. The Doctor’s eyes moved to her briefly and her expression softened, though she did not comment, only nodded. The three of you left, Yaz vanishing in the direction of the kitchen while you trailed after the Doctor (who couldn’t seem to make herself walk slowly to save her life) into the medbay. It didn’t take particularly long to clean and bandage your arm (the wound was largely superficial, if painful) and soon you and the Doctor joined Yaz in the kitchen. True to her word, Yaz had started the tea, and when you came in it was to the sight of her straining to reach some mugs, her face tight with frustration and pain. “I got it,” the Doctor said, stepping forwards quickly. For someone who was by the most generous of estimates barely an inch taller than Yaz, the Doctor nonetheless rarely missed an opportunity to flex her superior height. You rather suspected that Ryan and Graham had begun storing items in higher and higher places, and for precisely that reason. (You were for example sure that the coat hook in the console room had been stealthily and consistently adjusted until it was several inches higher, and counting. One of these days the Doctor was going to try to hang up her coat and find herself to reach, and then… well, you weren’t sure what would happen but you doubted popcorn would be out of place.) You’d been meaning to broach the topic with Yaz and brainstorm possible counter attacks against Ryan and Graham’s mischief… perhaps the TARDIS could be wheedled into lowering the door frames? You accepted a mug of tea automatically from Yaz, your gaze distant as your thoughts pieced themselves together sluggishly, disjointed. Ryan and Graham… you looked up suddenly, and met the eyes of the Doctor. She’d been watching you, and there was a crease next to her left brow. “Are you- are- Ryan and Graham?” you said haltingly, not sure why the words were so reluctant to form. “Yeah, we should probably be picking them back up soon?” Yaz said, though her tone made it into a question as she too looked at the Doctor. “You know how Graham gets,” she added with a faint smile. “Right you are,” the Doctor agreed, setting down her tea. Her eyes flicked between you and Yaz, and her lips pressed together again over more unspoken words. “I’ll just be a mo,” she said, and slipped away. A vacuum of silence was left in her wake, and you and Yaz looked at each other. The memories seemed somehow brighter, more real in that ringing silence. As if they filled the room with a swelling, tangible presence and left no room for you and Yaz. She must have felt it too, because after a moment she stepped to your side, and her free hand found yours again. Not long after the familiar groaning wheeze of the TARDIS filtered into the room, followed by a brief silence and then muffled voices, growing louder. You had one of those sudden painfully clear thoughts that cut so sharply through the fog, and realized that you were not prepared to talk to Ryan and Graham. Yaz’s grip on your hand was suddenly tight, or perhaps it was your grip on hers. You clung to each other, silent in solidarity and apprehension. The voices grew louder, then suddenly muted as another voice spoke over them. It was the Doctor, and though you couldn’t hear her actual words, you could hear the cautionary tone of her voice. There followed a few more exchanges, more subdued, and then a brief silence. When the Doctor stepped back into the room, she was alone. She lifted a hand and brushed hair out of her eyes as she approached you and Yaz. Though her face was drawn tight with exhaustion, her eyes were as sharp as ever as they focused on the two of you, and she noted immediately the way you were clutching each other with pale, wan faces. “Oh,” she said, and there was something so deeply, painfully sad in that one quiet word that you felt as if it shivered in the air, in your heart. You were too raw for it, and closed your eyes- no! You opened them again, afraid of what you saw when you closed them, when you shut out the distractions of the world, when you let yourself still and think and- There was a tug on your hand. You blinked, and realized that the Doctor had grasped Yaz’s other hand and was pulling her away, and you with them. You followed as they moved to the library. Partially because following was easier than resisting, but mostly because when all else failed, you had that, had them. You would follow those two women into anything. “We’ve got tea and biscuits,” the Doctor said, sitting down on a sofa next to Yaz. You had just settled on Yaz’s other side when the Doctor had snapped her fingers and leapt back to her feet. “I know! A fire, we should have a fire. That’s proper cozy, just what we need.” She took off her coat and tossed it over the arm of the sofa before moving to crouch in front of the fireplace. She muttered all-but inaudibly to herself for a few moments as she poked around (you thought you heard a flippant ‘this should be fine’ which didn’t inspire an awful lot of confidence). A few experimental buzzes on the sonic however produced a very respectable fire indeed, and one that didn’t seem too likely to burn down the room. “There,” the Doctor said in a satisfied voice, rocking back on her heels and dusting off her hands. “Cozy.” She placed her hands on her knees and glanced briefly over her shoulder at you and Yaz. Her hair had fallen across her face again, and strands of it were limned in gold by the light of the fire. You stared at her, crouched, disheveled, tired, shadowed. Yet she glowed. She glowed. She caught your eye and smiled, pushing some of her hair out of her face. “You’re going to stay with us?” Yaz asked, moving over as the Doctor resettled herself on the couch between you and her. “‘Course,” the Doctor said easily, leaning back against the cushions and crossing her legs. She reached out and grasped one of Yaz’s hands, then yours. Her fingers curled gently around yours and she gave a soft squeeze. “For a bit, anyway. I think we should be together after… after that. And,” she added, an attempt at sternness as she looked between you, “this seems better than huddling on a floor.” The sternness was somewhat undercut by the way she squeezed your hand again, however. You leaned your head against her shoulder, staring sightlessly into the fire. On your other side Yaz copied you, and the Doctor made a quiet sound, dropping quick kiss on Yaz’s head, and then yours. “My fam,” she said softly. “I’ve got you.” “We’ve got each other,” Yaz corrected, and you nodded in agreement, feeling the Doctor’s hair brush across your face. “Right,” the Doctor said, and her voice sounded odd. She cleared her throat. “Do you… want to talk about it?”  Your breath seized. The shard of bright, unflinching memory pierced your fog, tore it to shreds like damp paper. You stiffened, clutching convulsively at the Doctor’s hand and turning your face into her shoulder, away from the light. Your chest had tightened at the thought of- at the thought- and your arm jerked as it gave a sullen pulse of pain, as if the conversation had woken it. “Or… maybe we just talk, about any old thing,” the Doctor continued. She was looking down at you, and for a moment the reflected firelight was nothing compared to the fire in her eyes. You couldn’t see that, though. You could just feel her warmth against you, and her gentle hand around yours. Yes, it was only her eyes that ever betrayed her. “That sounds good,” you heard Yaz say faintly. So that’s what you did, the three of you. You talked. Mostly the Doctor, spinning stories of past adventures and regenerations and friends. The stories often brought up more questions than than they resolved, but that was okay. You had long since accustomed yourself to the Doctor’s whimsical and rapid-fire method of speaking, the way she blended the ordinary and extraordinary with effortless, capricious casualty. She was youthful and brilliant; she was ancient and utterly mad. She was both the raging storm and the anchor that kept you safe, and as she spun her stories in that quiet room you felt your mind finally begin to quiet. Not all the way, not even close, but… a veneer of normalcy crept over you, and you relaxed. Eventually, impossibly, you fell asleep. You hadn’t wanted to, knowing what you’d see when you closed your eyes with nothing left to confront but yourself. Those thoughts, those memories. But you weren’t alone, and the Doctor’s familiar voice (along with her presence, and Yaz’s) slowly suffused you with enough peace that your mind quieted. And with the quiet came, blessedly, sleep. Your head was in the Doctor’s lap at that point. She had draped an arm over your side, and the gentle circles made by her fingers had been a countermelody to her voice, another anchor. At some point Yaz drifted off as well. She had moved to the floor (she said she liked her feet toasty, though the Doctor suspected that in truth her shoulder was aching) and dozed with her back against the sofa and her head just touching yours as it rested against the Doctor’s thigh. The Doctor stopped talking, eventually. But she did not sleep. If you had been awake, if you had seen the fire reflected in her ancient, solemn gaze, you might have wondered if she too was afraid of what she would see behind closed eyes. So there was silence for a long time. Until- “How are they doing?” The Doctor looked away slowly from the hearth to look at Ryan. She gave him a tired smile as he lurked in the doorway; his posture was worried, unsure. But at her smile the young man stepped farther into the room, his gaze moving between you and Yaz. The Doctor followed his gaze, her eyes fixing on Yaz in the flickering firelight. Yaz always managed to look worried when she slept, so that at least wasn’t new. But the Doctor felt that the policewoman’s face was more stark, the skin more tightly drawn over her bones than normal… and the heavy bandaging on her shoulder didn’t do much to help dispel the image. The Doctor’s gaze moved to the side, followed slowly by her head and her hair fell partially across her face as she looked down at her other sleeping companion. You. It was less normal for you to look so harried, so upset when sleeping, and the Doctor’s eyes might have tightened as she stared. But her hand that rested on your side remained soft, gentle. Protective. “I don’t know,” she answered finally, and even she could hear how tired her voice sounded. How helpless. “Not worse.” “That’s something, then,” Ryan said, though his tone lacked conviction. The Doctor looked up at him and managed another tired smile. There was no joy or happiness in it, but there was genuine appreciation for Ryan and his kindness. “Yes, it is.” “If you want a break or anything, I can sit with them-” “No.” Guttural, low, raw. The word was an instinctive reaction that left no time or room for softening, and even the Doctor was startled when it left her lips. Just one word, but it had been torn from a primal place of raised hackles, bared teeth, flashing eyes. “No,” she repeated, more gently. “I’ve got this.” Her voice was still ever so polite, and it didn’t match her eyes even a little bit. Ryan nodded cautiously, his eyes moving from the Doctor’s left hand (which had moved to cup your head, fingers splayed as if to shield) to her right (which had dropped to Yaz’s un-bandaged shoulder). The gestures were small, but there was nothing subtle about them, and Ryan was wise enough not to push. Not when he saw the cracks in the Doctor’s composure, confined though they were to her eyes (and to that one devastating word). For someone normally so open and upfront with her emotions… it was more alarming than if she had shouted. Those bared fangs and flashing eyes lurked just beneath the surface of her familiarity, a familiarity which suddenly seemed so thin, so insubstantially draped over the ancient, feral thing that she truly was. Ryan had to remind himself again that this person, this friend of his, was not human. But she was his friend, and he did not fear her. So he nodded again, and he did what friends do. He offered his help once more, even in the face of her pain and rejection. “Well, if you do need anything, Graham and I are around, okay?” “I’ll keep it in mind,” the Doctor said, and the wildness had receded from her eyes as she watched him move to go. (Receded, yes, but it lurked. Always, it lurked.) “Ryan-” he turned, looked at her, “thank you. Really.” Ryan nodded, because he heard the tacit apology, because he understood. He left the Doctor alone with you and Yaz, once again staring into the depths of the fire with unreadable eyes while her hands remained as they were, draped protectively over you both. Keeping you to her. When you woke a while later, for a moment you thought she had gone. Then you heard the soft sounds of murmured voices and stifled weeping. You opened your eyes slowly, forgetting for a moment where you were or why there was such a heavy, cold weight in your gut. Then you remembered. You lifted your head and blinked blearily. The fire had died down to sullen embers, and the light in the room was muted, somber. You realized eventually that you were looking at the back of the Doctor’s head, and she was sitting on the floor cross-legged next to Yaz. “-nothing to be ashamed of,” the Doctor was saying. Yaz wiped almost angrily at her face, and you realized she had been the source of weeping. “I’m not,” Yaz said, her voice low and miserable. “Or- well, maybe I am. I mean, I have training for this kind of thing. Trauma and violence, and that sort-” “Training isn’t meant to produce apathy,” the Doctor interrupted firmly. “Training means you can still act and handle yourself in a tense situation, not that you’re unaffected by it, especially after.” “Well, yes but-” “And,” the Doctor continued, slightly louder, “I doubt training for the Sheffield police covers intergalactic warfare, hm? More parking tickets, fewer bio-morphic super-weapons, possibly?” Yaz smiled despite herself and ducked her head. “You did brilliantly,” the Doctor added, quieter. “That was-” she hesitated. “Horrible,” Yaz whispered, and the Doctor reached over, grabbed her hand. “Yes.” There was a lengthy silence, and though you couldn’t see the Doctor’s face, you could see when she took in a deep breath and tensed her shoulders before speaking again. “I can take you home,” the Time Lord said softly, as if the words didn’t tear at her as they left her mouth. But even you could see how rigidly she held herself. “If you want-” “NO!” The Doctor actually winced as you and Yaz both shouted at the same time, turning to look at you with a scrunched nose as you shoved yourself upright with your good arm. “No,” you repeated. “Absolutely not,” Yaz added, and despite the recent tears her voice was steady. The Doctor looked between the two of you. Her expression was serious, determined; she fully intended to take you and Yaz home if asked. But you could see the burgeoning hope in her eyes. The relief.  “I can’t promise that this is the last time,” she warned. “It could happen again. It probably will. I would understand if you wanted to go home-” “We said no,” Yaz interrupted. She was still holding the Doctor’s hand, and you slid stiffly off the sofa so that you could crouch on the Doctor’s other side and grab that hand too. “We are home,” you said. You might have tilted your head, gestured at the room. But your eyes remained steady on the two women. Home. “But-” “We are home,” Yaz repeated, firmly. “We’re a fam, right?” The Doctor was uncharacteristically silent as she looked from Yaz to you, then down at the chain made by your linked hands. You saw her throat move as she swallowed. You met Yaz’s eyes, and then the two of you leaned over and enveloped the Doctor in an embrace. Your face rested somewhere between the Doctor’s neck and shoulder, and you could feel the delicate flutter of her pulse (as well as Yaz’s hair tickling your nose). It wasn’t even remotely comfortable, that embrace. You were all of you stiff (injured, exhausted) and your arms and legs met in a lumpy, disorganized, awkward jumble. And you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Yours, or any of the others you and seen, any you had yet to see. This was home. The three of you remained that way for several quiet, fragile moments. Even the Doctor was silent, and you could feel the hitch in her breaths. It might have been from the smoke inhalation, from her injury… but you didn’t think so. You could still feel her rapid pulse, could still feel her hand gripping yours so tightly. Could still remember the fear in her eyes when she spoke of leaving you... and the relief when you refused. Several moments of fragile silence, that stretched into the shadowed corners of the room and to the stars beyond. Then you felt the Doctor stiffen, as if remembering something. Her chest rose as words made their way to her mouth, and some sliver of premonition (or perhaps more accurately, past experiences) made your lips twitch into the beginnings of a smile before her words were fully formed. “How do you lot keep ending up on the floor?! There’s furniture, proper furniture, and yet once again I find you like this- funny, is it?” the last words were delivered to Yaz, who had begun to giggle. It was infectious, and you began to as well, you face still pressed against the Doctor’s neck. “You two started it,” you pointed out, your voice somewhat muffled. “No, Yaz started it,” the Doctor said automatically, as if scoring a point. Yaz lifted her head and gave her a dirty look. “I- hey! It’s not like either of you had to join me-” “But you did start it,” you replied, giggling again in response to Yaz’s indignant sputter. “That’s- hang on, you started it! Back in your room!” “Well, then you’re both copy-cats who have no one to blame but yourselves,” you said loftily, and were rewarded when both women made sounds of outrage. It only made you laugh harder, especially when an exasperated Doctor tried in a grand gesture to stand up, but utterly failed to escape the tangled embrace. Eventually the noise attracted Ryan and Graham, who poked their heads cautiously into the room. The apprehension that had lined their faces shifted into confusion, and ended up somewhere between amusement and exasperation. “They’re mad,” Graham observed, absently taking a bite out of sandwich that Ryan didn’t care to guess the contents of. Ryan was silent as he watched for a moment longer, taking in the gasping, arguing, laughing pile that was the three of you. Your arms were still entwined, and Yaz had her head thrown back against the couch as she giggled. The Doctor was still making an effort at standing (and was unsurprisingly in the midst of delivering what appeared to be a lecture, though it was largely undercut by the amused curve of her lips) but was thwarted, both by Yaz’s entangled legs, and by her coat which had slipped off the soft to drape across all three of you- indeed, your face was completely covered by it, and Ryan could only hear muffled sounds of laughter and protest coming from beneath it. “Reckon so,” he said finally. Graham noted with some surprise that he was smiling. “C’mon, let’s leave them be. They’ll be fine.” And he was right.  It would take time, of course. All things do. But you all had each other. You were, after all, a fam. You would be fine. There was still so much of the universe to see.

[thirteenrose]

The subtle difference between something tagged 13xreader and 13 X reader.

[whittakerjodie]

Okay so for the angst props, if you don't mind, would you possibly do number 8 with 13xReader? Maybe 13 opening up about how she's lost companions before and can't face losing you too? I'm really sorry those angst prompts just made me feel Some Kind Of Way.

Posting now!

[kinglivv]

What would your guy's thoughts be if I started writing some fanfics? Pairings would include 13xReader, MasterxReader, MissyxReader and 13xMaster, Twissy etc.