#eleventh doctor reader insert

[stardust-and-snickerdoodles]

Let Me Save You

fandom: Doctor Who

pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader

summary: Your favorite hobby is collecting alien medical supplies. At least, the Doctor thinks it's a hobby.

Or, you try to make your chronic illness go away without consulting the Doctor first. Can be read platonic or romantic.

tags/warnings: chronic pain, chronic illness, medical experimentation, self-medication, experimental drug use, emotional hurt/comfort

word count: 4384

a/n: an 11 fic in the year of our lord 2024? more likely than you'd think

i hope this is comforting for someone. i had a dream about this and now here we are.

reader's illness is never specified (it's mentioned that you experience pain of some sort, but not where or how or anything like that) so this can be generalized. also no gender identifiers that i can see (but ialso wrote this really fast so please correct me if im wrong!)

It’s been a week since your last market trip, and you still haven’t sorted the supplies. You know you’re slacking, but it’s been more difficult lately. To get up, to put on a smile for him, when your whole body is falling apart. Of course, he doesn’t know that. He can never know.

But he can keep you company while you sort the supplies. Hold you accountable. Even if he doesn’t know what for.

The Doctor, as usual, is tinkering away at the interface. Occasionally, a spark flies out at him, but he seems unbothered. You approach the console room from a nearby hallway, your satchel slung over your shoulder. You glance around, looking for him, before taking a seat on the floor.

The Doctor had heard your footsteps, and now he lifts his goggles to observe you. He watches as you set the satchel down. “Everything alright?”

You spare him a quick glance and a nod. “Fine. Just… looking for company. You can go back to work; I’ll just watch, if that’s okay.”

The Doctor pauses, disturbed by the slight downturn of your smile, but lets it go for now. “As long as you don’t distract me.”

You hum to yourself in quiet agreement. “I’ll try my best.”

As the Doctor turns back away to continue his tinkering, you dump the contents of your satchel on the floor - spoils of your previous trip to the Martian Markets. Your eyes scan over the bottles and tubes and capsules; all sorts of alien medical supplies. There were pain medications, instant bandages, antiseptic infused with nano-bots. This is your hobby - at least, that’s all the Doctor thinks it is - collecting medical supplies from the planets you visit.

You sit quietly, your brow furrowed in concentration, as you sort the supplies into piles. The Doctor hears the slight commotion and looks over his shoulder, a curious look on his face. He sets down his screwdriver and rests his elbows on the console. “You’ve never told me why you collect all these.”

You hum, eyes still fixed on the piles. “Might come in handy someday.” You manage a small smile, although it doesn’t quite reach the rest of your expression.

The Doctor tilts his head, a frown forming on his face. He doesn’t want to push; you would tell him the reason when you felt comfortable enough to do so. But he couldn’t help his curiosity. “You worry too much. Always thinking about the what-ifs.”

You snort and pick up a bottle of Martian healing salve, turning it over in your hands. “I worry too much? Okay.”

His mouth gapes open for a moment, taken aback by your sarcastic tone. Immediately, he jumps to defend himself, pointing his screwdriver at you. “Hey, I-”

“Do you think we could visit another market soon? I’d like to see if I can find anything else.” You cut him off, hardly noticing that you’re even doing it. You glance up at him, finally noticing the faux-wounded look on his face.

The Doctor closes his mouth, reaching for his bowtie in a self-soothing gesture. You’re being… weird. But he doesn’t mention it. “A… another market, yeah. Shouldn’t be a problem. Somewhere with lots of alien medical supplies, I assume?”

You smile again, the dull look in your eyes a stark contrast to the expression. “Yeah, preferably.”

The Time Lord’s unease grows as he sees the falsehood in your countenance. He goes silent for a moment, watching as you go back to picking through the supplies. Finally, he decides to speak. “I know there’s something wrong. You can tell me, you know.”

You, too, go silent. Your movements still. Finally, you reply quietly, “I know.” You begin to pack the things back into your satchel, finished with sorting and cataloging them.

“Then why won’t you tell me?” He slowly approaches from the console, kneeling down so he’s at eye level.

“It’s… complicated, Doctor.” You avoid his searching gaze and ignore the way your heart races.

The Doctor scoffs, settling down cross-legged in front of you. “I’m a Time Lord. I think I’m more than well-versed in all things complicated.” He reaches out a hand to gently touch your knee and his voice grows soft. “Try me.” When you don’t respond, the Doctor frowns. He can feel his own frustration bubbling up, the sort that comes when his companions keep secrets from him. But he tries to keep his voice level, not wanting to scare you off. “I can tell when you’re lying. I can see it with you just as I can see it with anyone else.”

You finally place the last item back in the satchel. Your eyes lift slowly to meet his gaze. “It’s not a lie if I haven’t even told you anything,” you whisper.

The Doctor’s expression softens as he looks into your eyes. There’s something broken there, and it scares him. “Fine. You haven’t lied. But you still haven’t told me the truth.”

You look down at where his hand rests on your knee. Slowly, you reach for his wrist, circling your fingers around it. The Doctor’s confusion only grows, his body tensing slightly at the unexpected touch. But he doesn’t pull back. You slide your hand to the underside of his wrist, two fingers pressed against his pulse point. Your gaze is fixed on the point where you touch, the warmth of his skin, the soft thrum of his hearts. “It’s odd, you know.” The words come out as a soft murmur. “Two hearts, but only one pulse.”

The Doctor swallows hard, feeling a strange sense of dread. His hearts pound in his chest, thrumming against your fingers on his wrist. He speaks quietly, “Not entirely. Gallifreyan biology isn’t the same as humans. Our cardiovascular system works differently. That’s all.”

You quickly withdraw your fingers, almost as if his touch has burned you. Your expression grows a bit harder - not unkind, just closed off. You swing your satchel back over your shoulder and stand. “The market soon, yeah?”

The Doctor’s eyes widen as you suddenly pull away. A pang of hurt, confusion, and fear shoots through him. The words stick in his throat. “Yeah. The market soon.”

You give one quick nod. “Just come get me whenever you’re ready to go. Or have the TARDIS tell me. Whichever.” You turn on your heel, heading back down the hall to your room.

Helplessness washes over the Doctor as he watches you leave. He wants to reach out, to call you back and demand you tell him what’s going on. But he has seen enough of his companions shutting him out, and he has no desire to make it happen again. With a heavy, dejected sigh, he stands, returning to the console to seek out a market you haven’t visited yet. He hopes perhaps this will cheer you up, or at the very least, give him a chance to try and talk to you again.

About 30 minutes later, the TARDIS lands on the unfamiliar planet with her usual jolt, letting out a groan to signify their arrival. The Doctor calls down the hallways in the direction of your room. “Oi! We’ve landed, come on!”

You come out with a smile on your lips, the previous interaction seemingly forgotten. There is still an emptiness in your eyes, but it’s clear you’re trying to offset it. You clutch your now-empty satchel at your side eagerly. “What are we waiting for then?”

Your vigor should put the Doctor at ease, but it only serves to strengthen his resolve to find out what is bothering you. He tries to swallow down his nerves, giving you a broad, excited grin as he opens the TARDIS doors for you.

As you both step outside, the brightness nearly blinds you. You have to blink to clear the sudden spots in your vision. The Doctor rattles on enthusiastically beside you. “The interplanetary markets of the Rumalian system. They have 3 suns, which makes for some interesting orbital patterns. We’re actually standing on the remnants of the 4th planet in the system, which imploded after a nasty leak of toxic goo.” He rubs his hands together, eyes taking in the various tents and canopies which line the streets of the market. “But nothing to worry about now; the implosion managed to burn up all of the toxicity and now it’s a wonderful place for the markets! All sorts of folk around here, Grumians, Braleths, Wertikens…”

Finally, your vision clears and you can observe the sight in front of you. The ground is a mottled green color, with bits of rock and dust around. The street winds and twists, branching off into different sections. There must be thousands of market stalls, stretching out as far as your eye can see. Alien species of all shapes and sizes wander past, browsing the tables and exchanging wares. You hold your satchel a little tighter, tamping down the anxiety that rises in your chest at the noise and commotion. “Right. Where are the medical supplies then?”

The Doctor breaks off from his tangent about the stall that makes the best plum creams to look at you. He points down the path. “Three rows down that way.”

You look where he’s pointing and nod firmly. “Good. I’ll meet you back here, yeah?”

The bowtie around the Doctor’s neck seems to grow tighter as he looks at you - it’s like all the air has been sucked from his lungs. The look in your eyes is something fierce and determined. It scares him. Still, he manages a small smile and a nod. “Or I’ll find you. I’ll get some plum creams for us.” As you begin to walk down the path without another word, he calls out to you. “Make sure you read the labels!”

Aliens brush up against your shoulders as you make your way to the row the Doctor indicated. Your eyes grow wide as you arrive at the end. Nearly every table and stall is lined with bottles and jars and tubes. For about the thousandth time since you began traveling with the Doctor, you send a prayer of thanks to the TARDIS translation matrix. This would be impossible without it.

You spend the next two hours stopping at every stall on the row. You speak to vendors about their wares, picking up a few items at nearly every table. By the time you reach the end, your satchel is heavy and nearly bursting with neatly wrapped packages. As you finish up, placing a roll of Gradorian tendon tape into your satchel, you hear the familiar sound of the Doctor’s voice. He’s at the end of the next row, conversing with an alien that has the head of a walrus and the body of a horse.

You approach the pair, struggling to zip your satchel as you go. The Doctor notices you and gives you a smile, walking away from the walrus-horse thing. “Looks like you’ve done well.”

You smile back at him, and this time the darkness in your eyes seems a bit lighter. “Yes, I think so.”

The change in your demeanor only causes the Doctor’s confusion to grow. But he keeps his face neutral, nodding at your stuffed satchel. “Might need a bigger bag soon. The Lorentians make a wonderful dimensional bag, like a TARDIS! Bigger on the inside and all that. In fact, there might already be one here.”

He’s already begun to walk away in search of a Lorentian bag stand. You manage to catch the end of his sleeve, bringing him to a sudden halt. “Maybe next time. Let’s get back, yeah? I wanna go through all this.”

The Doctor raises an eyebrow at you but nods. He falls into step beside you, watching how you clutch the satchel at your side protectively. You make your way back down the row to where the TARDIS is parked. As you walk, the Doctor hands you one of the infamous plum creams he’d mentioned. You chew on it, savoring the flavor as you walk.

Once you’ve arrived back to the TARDIS and taken off, you turn to the Doctor. There’s a strange look in your eyes, the same look you always get after a trip to a market for more medical supplies - something eager, something… desperate. You pat the full satchel. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

“Right… I’ll leave you to it, then.” He watches as you head down the hallway. The lump in his throat seems to choke him. He’s missing something, and it’s driving him wild.

In your room, you mirror your movements from earlier, dumping the satchel’s contents onto the floor. You sit cross-legged and begin to sort the supplies - pills in front of you, injections to the left, and any goops, solutions, or salves to the right. By the time you’re done, the floor around you is covered in neat rows of bottles, tubes, and syringes.

You stretch out your legs and roll up your pants to above your knees. A roll of medical tape sits beside you, and you grab it to begin carefully taping a grid on your knees. You make sure to have enough squares for each of the substances intended for topical usage. Before long, you’ve neatly taped off each joint.

Out in the control room, the Doctor is pacing. He rounds the center console over and over, his frustration mounting with each revolution. He’s racking his brain, trying to find what he’s missed, but nothing comes to mind. He runs his hand through his hair before leaning back on the console. He speaks quietly to himself and to the TARDIS. “What do you think? Surely there’s something wrong… it’s been like this for weeks and it’s only getting worse.” The TARDIS lets out a low hum, the lights glowing brighter for a second. The Doctor takes this as a sign of agreement. With a determined huff, he strides out into the hallway. He’s going to get answers, whether you like it or not.

The Doctor has to focus hard in order to unclench his jaw, tight with anxiety. He tries to tamp down the fear that rises up in him - it feels like walking to his doom. As he approaches your room, he straightens his bowtie, then raps firmly on your door while calling your name. “It’s me. Open the door.”

You startle in the room, accidentally dropping the bottle of pills you’d been holding. They scatter across the ground, rolling all over the place and causing a loud clatter. “Bit busy!” you call out, desperately trying to clean up the mess you’ve made.

The Doctor frowns as he hears the commotion, the knot in his stomach growing tighter. “I need to talk to you. Open up or… or I’m coming in.” Normally he would never threaten such things, but the anxiety coursing through him was enough to drive him mad - well, more mad than usual.

You swore under your breath, staring at the incriminating scene around you - your gridded knees, covered in colored goops, the rows of pill bottles in front of you, the syringes waiting neatly beside them. “No! I’m… I’m changing!” The lie came out thin as you searched for something to clean the substances off your skin.

“Oh come on, I’m a thousand-year-old alien. I think I can handle the sight of you in a state of undress.”

You huff indignantly, staring at the door with narrowed eyes. You can make out the shadow of his form under the door. You’re silent for a moment, scared and a bit angry. Then, finally-

“No.”

The Doctor clenches his jaw at your simple response. He can hear the hesitation, the defiance, and knows that you’re certainly getting yourself into trouble. “Right. You’ve left me no choice. I’m coming in.” Before you can protest, the Doctor pulls out his sonic and points it at the door handle. It unlocks with a gentle click and he pushes it open all the way.

It takes a moment for the scene before his eyes to register. He scans the substances laid out in front of you, the pills scattered across the floor. One rolls across the ground to stop next to his foot. He sees the cacophony of colored gels on your knees, the odd grid pattern you’ve placed them in. The waiting syringes, the bottles of pills…

“What are you doing?” His voice comes out small, almost trembling.

Your mouth gapes open, an odd sort of croaking sound coming out of it as the words stick in your throat. You have nothing to say, no explanation that will make this any better.

The Doctor leans down to pick up the pill that stopped by his shoe. He examines it carefully, scans it with the sonic, and reads the results. His brow furrows and fear rises up in his chest. He whispers your name. “Talk to me; what is all of this? Why… why do you have all of these?”

Finally, the shock wears off and you look down at your hands in shame. You slowly move to take the tape off of your knees, then grab a towel to wipe them down. As you do, the Doctor watches in silence. You can’t look at him - you can’t look at his face when you’re sure he’s absolutely infuriated with you. “It’s nothing.” The words sound weak even to you.

“Don’t say that!” The Doctor’s voice is louder than you’ve ever heard it before, and you startle, looking up at him with wide eyes. He softens as he sees the fear on your face, slowly lowering himself to the ground. He holds his hands out to you like one might do to a wounded animal. “Please. Please be honest with me. Just… tell me what’s going on. I only want to help.”

Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes and you hate your body for betraying you. You wipe them away angrily, then pick up the towel to continue scrubbing at your knees. You can’t speak, even if you wanted to. Anything you want to say will just come out as a shitty excuse, or a lie. And you can’t lie to him. You manage a deep breath and meet his eyes. To your surprise, there’s no anger, no frustration - just fear. “I can’t tell you… I just need you to know.”

The Doctor dips his head to hold your gaze. He speaks softly, “How can I know if you don’t tell me?”

You shake your head, averting your eyes once more. “You’re the Doctor. Make an educated guess.”

The Doctor’s hearts feel like they’re about to burst out of his chest. He’s so scared and worried for you; he doesn’t even know what to do with himself. His mind is in overdrive, going a million miles per hour as he tries to work this out. Why do you have all these pills? Why were you using alien medicine on yourself? Don’t you know how dangerous this is?

The answer hits him all at once and it takes everything in him not to scream his frustration for not figuring it out sooner. The exhaustion, the medicine, the desperation…

“You’re sick.”

It’s not a question.

It’s a breath, an exhale, a momentary nightmare that the Doctor wishes he could wake up from. He hopes you laugh, hopes you tell him this is all a big joke or something. He wants you to deny it, to say it’s not true. But the look in your eyes says the exact opposite.

A sob rips itself from your lips as you clap a hand over your mouth, trying to hold in the emotions that threaten to escape.

The Doctor feels like he’s been punched in the gut. The air seems thin and tenuous, each breath a struggle. “How long?”

You sniff and discard the towel you’d been using, wiping away tears once more. Each word wobbles as your resolve fades. He knows now; there’s no use holding back. “Since the beginning? It’s… I was born with it.”

With every word, the Doctor’s grip on himself grows weaker. The lump in his throat almost chokes him; his hearts squeeze in a vice. “And you’ve… you’ve kept it a secret this whole time. From me.”

The brokenness in his voice nearly makes you crumble. Shame and guilt race up your spine and blush burns on your cheeks. Another sob spills from your mouth. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

Immediately the Doctor regrets his words. This is about you, not him. He can manage his own feelings later. Right now you need him. He shuffles closer to you, almost close enough to touch. “No, no, shh. It’s not your fault. It’s alright, hush now.” He carefully wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his side. You immediately turn your head into his chest, crying with your face buried in his shirt. He rocks you gently, murmuring reassurances in your ear. “I have you now; you’re alright.”

It takes a few minutes, but eventually your tears slow. The Doctor continues to sway you side to side, the motion soothing both of you. When he thinks you’ve calmed, he slowly starts to pull away. You grip his shirt with both fists, letting out a whine. He moves to hold your hands, already trying to reassure you. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere. Can you just look at me?”

You release your vice grip on him although you stay close. You manage to tilt your head to meet his eyes while still keeping in contact, his hands covering yours.

He smiles softly, sadly, at you. “There you are.” His voice is kind, almost paternal.

You sniffle, shame still coursing through you. But the gentleness in his eyes makes you feel a bit more at ease. This is the Doctor. He won’t hurt you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I thought…”

The Doctor waits for you to continue, hating to hear you apologize but wanting to know what you’re thinking. He nods, indicating he’s listening.

“I thought if I… found a cure, then I wouldn’t ever have to tell you. That I could keep going, keep traveling with you, and you would never know because… it wouldn’t matter anymore.”

The twin hearts in the Doctor’s chest seem to stutter. The thought of you carrying this burden alone, of keeping this a secret to protect him… “How could you think… I care about you. Of course this matters. You matter. You’re my… you’re my friend.”

“When I… when I was diagnosed, I lost people. People I thought were my friends, too. They promised to be there, promised to stay. But they only helped when it was convenient for them. Once they realized that my condition stops me from living like they do, they moved on.” Your voice was small and scared.

The Doctor raises a hand to cup your cheek gently, ducking to look into your eyes. “Hey. I’m not people. And I would never leave you. Not for this.” His hearts ache at the fear and pain in your eyes. He wants to hold you tight to his chest and never let you go. Instead, he keeps his voice steady as he speaks. “You are more than just what you go through. You’re brilliant, and kind, and caring. I could never think less of you for something like this.”

A soft sob spills from your lips. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you… that I didn’t tell you.”

He shakes his head, bringing his other hand up now to hold your face. His touch is gentle, like you’re something fragile that might break if he lets go. “Please, don’t apologize. I understand, I really do. Just… promise me you’ll never keep something like this from me again. Please.”

Your eyes search his, looking for any sign of deception, or anger, or hurt. But you find none - just affection and a concern as deep as the universe. “Promise.”

He gently rubs his thumb across your cheek, your faces only inches apart. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against yours for a moment. Now you can feel his fear, feel the anguish that you’ve put him through. You wince as the feelings grow stronger. He pulls away and murmurs, “Sorry. Time Lord telepathy.”

“It’s alright,” you reply, feeling off-kilter, unable to sort his feelings from your own. “What… what do I do now?”

The Doctor opens his eyes once more. “We work together to find a cure. For whatever it is you have. You stop keeping secrets, and you stop this reckless attempt at a solution. You stop the self-medicating, the experimenting, the searching-”

Already you’re shaking your head. “No, I… I can’t stop. I’ve been trying for so long. I can’t just… give up.”

“It’s not giving up.” The Doctor clenched his jaw, trying to keep his voice level even as his frustration grew. “This is dangerous. Do you have any idea what these things could do to a human?” He releases one hand from your face to grab a nearby pill bottle. His eyes scan the label before he holds it up in front of your face. “These could kill you.”

You swallow hard, averting your eyes. “It’s all I have.”

“No.” The Doctor’s voice is firm, almost scolding. “Absolutely not. This is not all you have. You have me and I want to help. But I won’t let you destroy yourself.”

You shrink away from him, a little scared by the tone of his voice. You’ve seen the Doctor angry; of course you have. But never at you.

He notices, sees you retreating into yourself, and regrets his words immediately. He whispers your name like it’s something sacred. “I say it because I care. I’m not angry, I’m… I’m afraid. I don’t… I can’t lose you.” He grips your hands once more, holding them like he’s afraid you’ll disappear right then and there. “Please, let me help. Let me save you.”

You don’t have to think about your answer. You’ve kept your secrets close to your chest, and that was a mistake. Now here he is, always the savior. The Doctor. Your Doctor. How could you ever say no to him?

[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

Can I Hold Your Hand? (11th Doctor x GN!Reader)

Maybe actually writing a blurb? This can't be. Shock.

Anyway this series finally has a name! My Doctor Who x Genderfluid!Reader series is officially named Changing Faces, Static Hearts and just in time for me to be too lazy to write any of the serious stories I wanted to write for it so you get stupid blurbs like this🙃 I'll find the energy eventually, maybe when word dies down a bit.

according to it's place in the series Reader is technically male here but it's not mentioned so I'm putting it as GN

Wordcount: like 200

27) "Can I hold your hand?"

28) "There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person"

You'd been in a lot of very strange situations with the Doctor. You'd been kidnapped, snowed into a haunted hotel, almost married (twice), you'd even met another version of yourself(long story) but you had yet to be wrapped in the tongue of a giant reptilian monster, smooshed against the man who's big mouth had gotten you wrapped in the slimy tongue of said reptile.

"Y/N?" The Doctor asked.

"Yes love?" You asked in return, your face stretched in exasperation.

"Can I hold your hand?" Asked the Doctor. You could feel his slime covered palm worming it's way closer to your own hand.

"Why?" You asked.

"Because I feel like your mad at me and I was hoping if we were holding hands you'd be less mad at me" The Doctor said, trying to pry your clenched fist open to insert his palm against yours.

You took a deep breath.

"I'm not mad at you" You said.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his floppy hair was stuck to his forehead as wind blew in your faces. The monster holding you was running and had been running for at least 15 minutes. It had yet to so much as slow down.

"I'm sure love"

"Then why does your face look like that?" He asked and you took a deep breath.

"Because there is no way so much stupid can fit inside one person" You said.

"Oi!"

[enby-jellyfish]

Return to Me. Masterlist

The Doctor X GN!Immortal!Reader (POC friendly)

Pronouns: You/Your, They/Them

Summary: You are an immortal, having lived since the birth of the planet Earth. A certain Timelord takes interest in you.

Warnings: (Probably) inaccurate timeline.

Prologue: New Year, New... You?

(TBC)

Masterlist

Thank you for reading <3

[so-many-thoughts-in-a-tiny-brain]

11th Doctor x reader

When you awoke, the darkness of your bedroom upon the TARDIS greeted you. As always, the little light you have that projects stars onto your ceiling is on. Realistic to where you live on Earth, courtesy of the Doctor.

The next thing you noticed was breathing, you blink while youre drowsy mind tries to come up with an exclaimation. Perhaps you're snoring as you're waking up?

Then you finally registered the pressure on top of you. There's a chill on your neck, something soft and cool pressing against it. And then there's the occasional puff of air, perfectly timed with the snoring.

You froze for a moment, before finally gaining the confidence to look down. The familiar sight of the dark, floppy hair immediately calmed you. It was just the Doctor, sleeping on top of you. With his face in your neck.

Your chest tightened when you realized that this is the Doctor and he doesn't normally crawl into bed with you.

Anyone else probably would've just left him be, too afraid to wake him up for fear of embarrassment on both of your parts. Unluckily, you have no such sense of self-preservation. So, you shook him awake.

The Doctor awakes with a small sputter before immediately relaxing. If you didn't know better, you would say he was cuddling closer.

"Doctor." He groans in response, somehow burying his face even deaper into your neck. "Hey, what are you doing here? You're heavy."

A small mumble tickles your neck. "Sorry, what?"

With another groan, he moves his face from your neck momentarily to speak. "I sleepwalked"

You huff, calling bullshit. But before you can say so he's back to snoring away. So, you do the only thing you can when you notice the wet lines under his cheeks. You wrap an arm around him.

[noforkingclue]

Eleventh Doctor x reader x River Song Masterlist

Requests

Fluff

Happiness

Hot Chocolate 

Interrogation

Reunion

Saviours

Swimming

[ghoulie-67-baby]

Tally- Doctor Who.

Summary: You’re running from the silence. You’ve been separated from the doctor and the Ponds and life seems to be slowly coming to an end. What if the madman doesn’t come to save you?

Warnings: Fear, pain, mentions of death, dehydration, exhaustion, pet names, mentions of hallucinations, crying.

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x GN!reader. (Platonic or otherwise.)

Word count: 1,151.

The rushing of blood echoed in my ears and my limbs ached with exhaustion. I had been running for god knows how long and I just seemed to get more lost. I allowed myself a break, falling to my knees in the fine, desert sand, chest heaving as I caught my breath. Dizzying pain ripped through my ribs from the stitch I had; I knew I couldn't stop for long. I didn't know what I was running from, but the fear that had acclimated forced me to run. Whatever it was, my body was in fight or flight and my senses told me it was something life-threatening.

An assortment of tally marks stained my skin, and though I knew I was the one who put them there, I couldn't remember why and that chilled me to the bone. The marker pen in my pocket seemed to dig into my flesh as my ears caught a gurgling sound behind me. My head turned slowly to face the noise as my hand grappled to pull the pen from my jeans as the creature came into view. My body felt as though it was sinking into the ground as I scrambled against the ground.

The wind seemed to pick up out of nowhere as it lumbered closer to me, kicking sand into the air around us. I groaned in pain as it blew into my eyes, blinking furiously.

My mind felt fuzzy as the sand finally cleared and I sat up, shaking my head to clear it before standing. My heart was beating a million miles an hour, but I didn't understand why. Fresh markings littered my skin and I stared at them, questions and fears rolling around in my head. My eyes watered as I scraped through my mind to work out what was happening but all I could work out was I was terrified and whatever I was terrified of was causing me to lose my memory.

I let out a few sobs as I fought off my panic before huffing out a long sigh. Now wasn't the time to break down, now was the time I needed to run and find someone who knew what was happening. I had to keep moving. I was in a desert with no food or water and was constantly moving. I wasn't stupid, I knew I had days to live in this condition and I didn't know how long I had been running for.

In the past hour, I had gained a total of 11 extra tallies despite the empty desert around me. My legs were barely holding me up, knees trembling with exertion but I forced myself to keep going. I longed for the wheezing of that beautiful blue box to fill the dry air, desperate to feel the cold metal of her interior on my scorched flesh. And that madman's voice to just tell me everything was okay, that he had fixed everything and I was safe but I had slowed to a stumble.

I didn't have the energy to run anymore and soon I would collapse, the sand would cover me and I would be forgotten to the world. There was no TARDIS on the horizon, no Doctor to save me and no Ponds to make me feel better.

Precious tears streamed down my face as my body gasped for breath, pain flaring through my body as my knees buckled beneath me. I didn't want to die, not like this and not in such a beautifully dangerous place but as hope drained from my body, I was slowly coming to terms with it.

"Y/N!" My head snapped up at the voice and my eyes zeroed in on the gorgeous blue monument ahead of me. "Don't give up, keep going," I scoffed at the hallucination of the Doctor, of course, it was him my dying brain would imagine. "You're nearly there now, Love." I clambered to my feet unsteadily, if I was going out then I might as well use every ounce of energy.

The sun glared into my eyes as I trudged along, feet slipping against mounds of sand. The TARDIS seemed to get closer and I had a horrible feeling that as soon as I reached her, I was going to die. She was like my light that people warned you not to walk into. So be it, I'd die happy if they were my afterlife.

"Nearly there, come on, you can do it." He coaxed me closer, holding open the door as I kicked up sand in my fight to reach him. I held my hand out towards the Timelord, his hallucination blurred by tears as I closed my eyes to welcome death.

But death never came. Instead, my hand was met with the calloused skin of another as fingers curled around my own. He was never a hallucination.

My eyes shot open as the hand pulled me forward, the familiar creaking of the TARDIS door behind me, as I all but fell into the police box and into waiting arms. The pen in my pocket clattered to the floor as I gripped the tweed jacket and buried my head against the time lord.

"I know, you're safe, Love, just breathe." My sobs echoed through the console as my body became overwhelmed with relief and pain, dragging me through a tidal wave of emotion.

I gasped as we sunk to the floor; pain, exhaustion, confusion, fear, relief, and happiness all at once. The chest beneath my head vibrated as softly spoken words carried me through the feelings.

"I've got you, you're safe," he whispered into my ear, my gasps settling to shuddering breaths. "I'm so sorry Y/N," my body leant against him bonelessly as his hand smoothed over my hair, the other rubbing gentle circles into my back. "That's it, good job, Love." Silence followed as I clung to him, the ambience of the TARDIS comforting me. After a few minutes, I tilted my head to look into those beautifully old eyes and smiled weakly.

"Knew you'd find me," I whispered, ignoring my hoarse throat. "Cutting a bit short weren't you." I teased, his green eyes glazed with tears as he smiled down at me, wiping my cheeks gently.

"We had some trouble," he chuckled, "Someone didn't want us to find you but I couldn't let that slide now could I? Not for one of my favourite humans eh?" I forced my arms to wrap around him, gripping the back of his jacket in a hug and buried my head in his neck as the past few days caught up with me.

I was safe now, my body had clocked on to that fact. I couldn't help how my eyes slipped closed as I relaxed into the Timelord's grip, finally letting my body and mind shut down to recover from the ordeal.

He would always save me, no matter what.

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Houdini Act (Eleventh Doctor/Reader)

Notes: Hey y'all, here's part 2 to my multi-part series! I'm not sure how long this series will run but I hope you enjoy

Wordcount: 6.2k

This wasn’t exactly the apology you were expecting.

“And do you, (Y/N), take King Frelinzier, to be your husband?” The officiant asked, standing between you and the King, who was gently holding your hands in his. “For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part?”

“I… I–”

–

“There’s a planet called Thargonis V, their civilization is very similar to that of the Regency Era on Earth,” The Doctor explained as he ran around the console, pressing buttons and flipping switches as he went. You watched quietly with a smile as he kept talking. “Well, aesthetically speaking, of course. They’re much more advanced technologically speaking, but they’ve always been the type for theatrics.”

“How did you get here?” You asked curiously, not noticing the slight pause in the Doctor’s movements. “Time machines aren’t exactly easy to come by on Earth.”

“Oh, well that’s quite simple actually,” he smiled, turning back to you as he held onto one of the many levers. Your head tilted slightly as you waited for an answer. “It’s not from Earth. I’m not from Earth.”

Your stomach dropped for a second, taking in the fact that you were literally speaking to a real life alien. Before you could reply, the Doctor flipped the lever, apparently the last step he needed to do before sending you both flying as the TARDIS took off. You quickly grabbed onto the handrail, trying to steady yourself as the ship continued to thrash around, wheezing and moaning in her flight. The Doctor, used to the motion, managed to steady himself much quicker and carefully stepped over to give you a hand. Just as he grabbed your hand, all of the commotion stopped. 

“Is the ride always that bumpy?” You asked with a small laugh, allowing the Doctor to steady you on your feet. He shrugged with a devious smile, letting go of your hand and turning back to the console. 

“Now,” he clapped his hands together excitedly. “As I said, the Thergonians are quite theatrical, so I can’t let you leave the ship looking like… that.” You opened your mouth in offense, but before you could say anything, he ran past you and down the stairs. You waited there for a moment, not knowing what to do until the Doctor’s head popped up from underneath the glass flooring. “Well? Are you coming?”

You snapped back into yourself, following the path the Doctor took as he led you through the maze of his ship, until he stopped in front of a door. It slid open with a faint hiss and you followed the man in, stopping suddenly in your tracks as you took in the humongous room in front of you. It stretched on for what seemed like forever, racks and dressers and boxes of shoes. Everything was different sizes, different colors, different eras it seemed. There were gowns made of silk covered in diamonds, rags for a peasant with stains in the fabric, gloves of lace, jewelry galore. Your eyes couldn’t stop moving as you gazed on in awe. 

The Doctor, unfazed as always, was already rustling through the racks trying to find something to wear. “Take whatever you like, (Y/N). Try to look the part of a noblewoman, if you can. Those should be somewhere on aisle 32.”

“Aisle…” You huffed in a laugh, noticing that there were, in fact, numbered aisles the further you looked. You walked past the Doctor, who was examining two bowties, until you reached the aisle he had specified. Just as he said, there were dresses, shoes, scarves, hats, just about anything you could want. You broke out into a huge grin and you ran your hand along the fabric, the silk softness a welcoming feeling to your rough fingertips. 

As you wandered through the gowns, your eye caught a glimpse of an elegant dark green dress worn by a mannequin. The square neckline, the lace, the short-puffed sleeves, all drew you in. What sold you though, was the jewelry that was already paired with the gown. A thin, delicate belt made of a thin string diamond-encased pearls sat around the waist, the fabric below it fanning out in a cascading waterfall of silk and lace. A matching silver necklace, sitting beautifully on the chest of the mannequin with another pearl sitting front and center on the chain. Laying on a table next to the mannequin was a matching pair of green, silk gloves, long enough to just reach your elbow. Next to the gloves was a small, open box, showcasing a pair of pearl drop earrings, perfectly matching the belt and the necklace. 

It was stunning, probably one of the most beautiful gowns in the entire collection. You ever so gently ran your finger along the silk of the dress, admiring it up close. As if by fate, it seemed to be exactly your size. Noticing a curtain nearby, you carefully removed the dress and the jewelry from the stand and took it to change. Behind the curtain was a mirror and you finally caught a glimpse of yourself. Your eyes were red-rimmed from before, though no longer puffy, and you had dried tear tracks crusted onto your face. 

You grimaced at the sight, looking away just to find a vanity to your left. You curiously stepped over, finding all kinds of makeup adoring the desk and drawers of the vanity. Smiling, you quickly touched yourself up, covering the bags under your eyes, concealing the blemishes, and adding some color to your cheeks and your lips. Nothing drastic, just enough to bring you back to life. After, you looked back over to the gown now hanging over the curtain. You quickly changed, slipping into the silk dress that happened to fit just right. You carefully clasped on the belt and the necklace before you turned to look at yourself in the mirror. 

“(Y/N)?” You heard the Doctor’s voice call out, his footsteps echoing through the room as he grew nearer. You quickly turned away from the mirror and stepped out from behind the curtain to grab the gloves and the earrings. Just as the Doctor rounded the corner, you finished with the earrings and were slipping the gloves onto your hands. Another perfect fit. “Oh wow.”

Turning to face him with a shy smile, you watched as he took in the sight of you, “What do you think?” You give a little twirl, allowing him to see the entire look. He was actually speechless for a moment, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“Wow, I-I mean,” He shook his head, still at a loss for words. “You’re stunning. I mean, the dress. The dress is stunning. You, uh… you look great.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” you smiled as he stumbled over his words. “You look quite dapper yourself.”

It was true, he dressed the part of a nobleman perfectly. With his navy tailcoat, embroidered brown vest, and a soft white cravat replacing his bowtie, he was a sight to see as well. He wiped some invisible dirt off of his pants, saying, “Ah, well, yes, thank you. I do enjoy changing things up every now and then.”

“So, Thargonis?” You started toward him, allowing him to lead you both back to the main console room. He rambled on about the planet and its people until you arrived at the wooden doors where you had been cowering just an hour before. 

“And get this,” his smile was contagious, his eyes almost sparkling as he turned to you with a handle on the door. “I managed to get us an invitation to the Royal Wedding. The King here has been looking for a bride for decades but he’s supposed to find her today. Now I’m not all excited about the ceremony of course, the reception is where the fun is really at. Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” you said with a big grin, watching as he opened the doors. “Oh wow.”

The TARDIS had landed in a field of wildflowers, though the grass here was a beautiful bright white, the colors of the flowers stood out. There was a path through the wildflowers, leading to what you can assume is the Kingdom of the Thargonians. Even from far away, you could see the palace in the distance, shimmering in the sunlight of the day. Trees with golden leaves were scattered throughout the plains, and there were creatures resembling birds flying up above. 

“We look the part, now we must play the part,” The Doctor said, making you turn to look at him. His arm was extended, inviting you to join him. You happily looped your gloved arm through his and allowed him to start down the stone path towards the kingdom. 

–

The Doctor had slowed his pace to match yours as you walked through the bustling streets of the kingdom. You wanted to take in everything you could about this place. Their people were very kind to you, offering you food and trinkets. Some even just offered you bags of silver coins. Much to your surprise, the people of Thargonis V looked quite human, the only noticeable difference being their skin. Everyone had soft, dusty blue colored skin. It varied from dark to light, but other than that, they looked human. 

“Doctor, this place is beautiful,” You turned to smile at him, who had already been watching as you took in the sights. “It’s amazing.”

“Let’s get something to eat before the ceremony,” he mused, looking away and towards what seemed to be the town center. 

There was a parlor just a few meters away, and you could smell whatever was cooking from where you were standing. Without waiting for a response, the Doctor started forward, pulling you to walk with him. Inside the parlor, the busy room was filled with quiet chatter and laughter. You were quickly sat at a table, your stomach starting to rumble as you realized how hungry you really were. After all, you never did get to eat the Thai food you had ordered with Mark. The table was far away from anyone else, though you could still hear the elegant band that played on the other side of the room. There was no menu, but the servers brought out the appetizer almost a minute after the two of you had sat down. 

“The service here is incredible,” You said to the Doctor, who was looking around with a furrowed brow. Before you could ask what was wrong, a man came up to your table, bowing his head to you. 

“Madam, I would like to introduce myself,” he had said, gently grabbing your hand and placing a soft kiss to your silk glove. The motion took you by surprise and you looked to the Doctor, who was eyeing the man as if trying to figure something out. “My name is Garrous, I am the head chef. Your meal shall be my finest work, this I promise to you. It is an honor to serve you Miss...”

“(Y/N),” you smiled shyly, making the man in front of you grin widely. 

“A name befitting of a queen, Miss (Y/N),” he said, placing another kiss on your hand. With that, he left the table giving only a small nod to the Doctor. 

Who, speaking of, was holding the small green stick from before. Unable to contain your curiosity, you asked, “What is that thing?”

“This is a sonic screwdriver,” he said without looking up, staring at the object as if he was reading it over. “It can do just about anything, except for wood. It doesn’t do wood.”

You nodded, deciding to just let him be as whatever he was doing probably wouldn’t make sense to you anyway. Gently removing your gloves, you decided to start on the appetizer. You were absolutely starving, but you made sure to pace yourself so you would have room for the main course. It was going to be the chef’s finest work after all. You sipped on the glass of wine in front of you, looking around the parlor. You noticed a few wandering eyes flickering over to you and the Doctor every so often, but you thought nothing of it as it was probably because the two of you looked different.

“(Y/N),” The Doctor said, almost under his breath. He had put away his sonic screwdriver as he looked at you. He slowly stood, glancing around the room before his gaze landed back on you with a smile. When he next spoke, his voice was a little lighter “I have something I need to look at, alright? But I need you to stay put, right here, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Though you were hesitant to be in a place, hell, on a planet that you were unfamiliar with, you nodded with a smile and watched as he walked out of the parlor. Just as the door shut, the main course was being served by servers with smiles plastered on their faces. You started to help yourself, the food melting deliciously in your mouth. 

“Mind if I join you?” A deep, sultry voice asked. You looked up to find a man dressed in what seemed to be very expensive clothing. His skin, still that dusty blue, was dark, and paired beautifully with his soft navy hair and striking maroon eyes. He slid into the seat previously occupied by the Doctor before you could answer. “My name is Frelinzier, Miss (Y/N).”

“How-”

“Do I know your name?” He finished with a small chuckle. “I know everyone that comes into my kingdom.”

“Your kingdom?” Your jaw dropped, your voice a whisper. Seeing and conversing with aliens was fine, but royal aliens? You were way out of your depth here. “You mean, you’re the King?”

“That I am, my dear,” he nodded, smiling gently. Everything about him was inviting, his voice, his eyes, his hand that he had gently placed atop of yours. “But please, call me Linz.”

You bowed your head to him, though he quickly lifted your chin with his soft, gentle hand. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe, his eyes staring into yours with an intensity that made your heart stop. You almost felt as if you were in a trance, looking at him. “Your highness, don’t you have a wedding to prepare for?”

He laughed softly, the sound sending a chill down your spine. “I suppose I do, darling. I’d like to show you something first, if it’s alright with you.”

You nodded before you could even register the question, allowing him to take your hand and lead you out of the parlor. Outside was a carriage, drawn by what seemed to be horses with wings. He helped you inside and sat across from you, pulling out a book from the bag on the seat. The carriage started forward and you watched as you passed by.

“This is the Book of Sight,” he explained, looking down at the cover with an adoring smile. His gaze shifted to you, “It tells all of what is to come.”

“That’s incredible,” you smiled at him. 

“Only the royal family is able to read it,” he explained, though he put the book back into the bag next to him. He leaned forward and took your hands in his, his touch making you melt. “It helps us to prepare, that way we can keep our people safe.”

You didn’t respond, just smiled as your gaze met his. He leaned closer, his eyes flickering to your lips as you felt his breath fan over your face. Your cheeks warmed, your eyes fluttered closed, and the last thing you remember is his soft lips on yours. 

–

When the Doctor walked back into the parlor with Amy and Rory behind him, he was surprised to see you missing from the table you both had been sitting at a bit before. Throughout the day, the Doctor had the feeling that he was being followed, so he went to investigate. Plenty of people have their bones to pick with him, so he figured it might be something he hadn’t done yet in his lifetime. Amy and Rory had wandered out of the TARDIS on their own and were lucky enough to spot him once they made it into the town. While he was explaining the situation to the two of them, he realized that he no longer had that feeling. The feeling of being watched, of being followed. That could only mean one thing.

He wasn’t the one being followed.

“This isn’t good,” the Doctor twisted around to the couple. “They’ve taken her.”

“Why? What do they want with her?” Amy asked, following the Doctor as he headed back toward the kitchen. 

“I don’t know,” the Doctor said, shaking his head. For once, he really hadn’t known what was happening. He didn’t know who or what was behind your disappearance, but he had to figure it out before it was too late. He walked into the kitchen, though Amy and Rory were hesitant, they followed behind him. He all but stomped up to the head chef that had treated you like royalty. “Where is she?”

The man didn’t seem surprised by the question, in fact, he looked at the Doctor with a sinister smile, “Exactly where she’s supposed to be.”

“What does that mean? What did you do to her?”

“I have committed no crime, sir,” Garrous stated, still smiling. “I did nothing to her other than providing her with the best meal I could concoct.”

The tone of the man’s voice only pissed the Doctor off more, so he decided to rifle through the contents of the kitchen. The chef tried to protest but the Doctor did as he pleased until he found a bottle in the garbage. He snatched it, opening the lid and taking a whiff. His hearts dropped, recognizing the scent immediately. 

“You did not,” The Doctor’s voice was deep, almost menacing. His companions looked at one another, never having heard him so angry. “You would not.”

“I did as instructed by his majesty, the King,” the chef showed no remorse. 

Though the Doctor wanted to argue, to berate the man for his behavior, he knew you were running out of time. If he wanted to find you while you were still, well, you. He couldn’t waste his time on Garrous. It seemed that the chef knew that as well, as he still had that disgustingly smug smile on his face. 

“Doctor?” Amy asked, breaking the silence. His head whipped toward her and he took a breath before storming past them out into the parlor. The two chased after him, “Doctor, what was that? What did he give her?”

“An elixir,” the Doctor said, heading back toward the TARDIS. Amy and Rory exchanged worried glances as they hurried after the Time Lord. “It’s outlawed, they should never have been able to get ahold of it.”

“What will it do to her?” Rory asked as they walked briskly down the road towards the TARDIS.

The Doctor was silent for a moment, “It will change her. She will be torn apart atom by atom, reconstructed, and put back together. But she won’t be her, she… she won’t be human.”

“She won’t be human? Then what will she be?” Amy asked, making the Doctor stop in front of the doors of the TARDIS. He looked back, his eyes dark.

“A Time Lord.”

–

You felt sore. 

Actually, you felt worse than sore. You were miserable. Every part of you ached, just to take a breath was a pain. Your eyes fluttered open, but the light was blinding, stinging your eyes. You groaned, which must have alerted the people in the room that you were waking up. A familiar voice spoke, “My dear, try to stay still.” It was the King. “Moving will only make it worse.”

“What happened?” You managed to croak out, your throat throbbing at the effort. You cracked your eyes open once more, this time the light was blocked by Frelinzier’s head above you. His gaze was no longer warm and welcoming, as it had been in the restaurant. “Where am I?”

“Don’t fret, my dear,” he said, voice smooth as he sat by your bed. “You’re safe. We’re keeping you here until the transition is complete.”

You furrowed your brows, “Transition?”

“I suppose you would like an explanation,” Frelinzier chuckled. You nodded, though the motion sent a wave of pain through your body. It was nothing compared to what you were about to hear, however. “My planet is dying, and my people along with it. But the Book of Sight, it told us of a way to stop it. A way to not only save ourselves, but to evolve into the Level 7 society we are meant to be.” None of what he said made a lot of sense, it didn’t explain what was happening to you. You watched as he pulled out the book, opening and flipping to a page that made your heart drop. “It prophesied that on this day, a woman from another world would be our saving grace. She would transform into a being of unfathomable power and save our world by sacrificing herself. (Y/N), that woman is you.”

The room started to spin and you felt like you were going to be sick. The color drained from your face, your mouth agape as the King continued. 

“We have been waiting a long time for you, some even started to lose faith that you would appear,” he lamented, turning his head away. He paused for a moment before turning back to you with a huge grin. “But I knew you would come. I knew the Book would not let us down.”

“What’s going to happen to me?” You quietly asked, your eyes pricking with tears as you took in all of the information he had just thrown at you. You flinched as his hand came to cup your face. 

“We’re rebuilding you, from the inside out,” he almost sounded giddy, but you felt as if you would hurl at any given moment. Both from the pain of what was happening, and the idea of what was happening. “You see, the Book told us of an elixir. It’s almost impossible to come by, but I wouldn’t allow my Kingdom to fall. When I received word that you had arrived, I had my chef prepare the elixir for you. The only issue was that the Book said you would not come willingly, so I apologize, but I took it into my own hands to make sure you did.”

“What did you do to me?”

“It was harmless, my dear, do not worry,” You wanted to scoff at his words. “On Earth, I believe the best way to describe it would be a love potion. Rather than love, however, it made you infatuated with me. You would do anything I asked, anything. I just needed you to come with me, you must understand.”

You closed your eyes, finally allowing yourself to cry. Was this really it? Was this the universe’s way of punishing you for running off with a man you just met? And what would happen to you? You were condemned to a fate worse than death. Being rebuilt, reborn as… something else. Something that wasn’t really you. 

“Please don’t cry,” Frelinzier’s voice softly pleaded, his thumbs gently wiping away the hot tears as they rolled over your cheeks. You opened your eyes slowly to look at him. “Your life will be honored, here. The sacrifice you make today will save millions. After the wedding, the transformation will be complete. You will forever be our Queen.”

“The wedding?”

“Yes, my dear. It’s you, (Y/N). You shall be my bride,” every word he spoke felt like just another nail in the coffin. In your coffin. “And once you are crowned Queen, you will save us.”

With that, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead, a gesture that made you sick, and walked out of the room, stating that he had preparations to make. Once he left, the room started buzzing with excitement. Servants chattered on and gave you praises for simply existing. 

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Your mind was racing a mile a minute and yet you couldn’t form a single coherent thought. Inside, you could feel it, the transition. The elixir was working and soon you would no longer be you. As people bustled around you, preparing the gown for the wedding, you thought of home. Your lip trembled as the tears flowed endlessly. You thought of your mother, the gentle woman who raised you, bathed you, loved you. The lullabies she would sing softly as you fell asleep. You thought of your father, the man that taught you everything you knew. The man who would move heaven and Earth for his little girl. Mark and Chelsea, your best friends. The people who you knew you could always count on, who would never leave your side. And finally, you thought about you. About the life you’ll never get to live. The love you’ll never get to find. You were young, the future just waiting to be conquered. But you would never see it. 

The room had gone quiet at the sound of your cries, some looking over with sympathy while others did not dare to look at you at all. As your tears slowed and your breath evened out, they began to prepare you for the ceremony. Someone pulled on your hair, maneuvering it how they pleased while others touched up your makeup. They wiped away the running mascara and covered the bags under your eyes. By the time they had slipped you into the gorgeous white gown, you were numb. You couldn’t recognize the person in the mirror, the woman in that reflection was not you. Rather, a shell of you, stripped of your happiness, of your emotion, of your life. As you were escorted toward the grand hall, all you could think about was the fact that nobody would know what happened to you. You would just be another cold case in a box of files in a dusty old police station. 

“There you are!” You looked up and you finally felt like you could breathe. In front of you, grinning from ear to ear, stood the Doctor. He explained to the guards that the King had allowed him to walk you down the aisle, as a sign of good faith between your people and his. After the guards left, you hugged him tightly. He held you close before pulling away and examining you. “(Y/N)... I am so sorry. I never should have brought us here.”

“It’s okay, Doctor,” you sighed, looking past him at the huge doors that led to your ultimate demise. He shook his head before his eyes landed on your hands, making him pause. You looked down and found your palms were glowing, A shimmering golden light emitted from your skin, and you could feel your fingers tingling. “What’s happening to me?”

“I’m so sorry,” his shoulders were slumped as he grabbed your hands. “I can’t reverse the effects of the elixir they gave you, but I can stop them from going further.”

“But they’ll die without me,” you said. “Whatever I’m becoming, I can’t fight it. I already feel the difference, Doctor. I’m not… I’m not me, at least, I won’t be soon. Since I’m going to die anyway, I might as well save a planet while I’m doing it.”

The Doctor shook his head, gently grabbing your hands, “You’re not going to die, (Y/N). They’re not going to kill you.”

“Wha-”

“They’re going to torture you,” his voice was low, his eyes dark as he spoke. “This regeneration energy inside of you… they’re going to slowly drain every bit of your life force. If you were still human, yes, you’d die. But (Y/N), you’re not human anymore. This torture will go on for thousands of years and you will be awake and aware for every single second.” You were silent, your head reeling at this information. “I’m not sure what they told you, but you are not sacrificing your death for them. You're sacrificing your life.”

“What am I?” You looked back to your hands, still shimmering with that golden light. 

“I can’t explain it to you right now, there’s too much to tell,” he looked back toward the doors where you both could hear the excited voices of the people of Thargonis. “I promise I will tell you everything, (Y/N), I swear. But I need you to do exactly as I say, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

–

“Dearly beloved,” The officiant spoke. “We are gathered here today to witness the joining of two souls. Their bond will be unbreakable, and our people need no longer to fear for the future.” There were cheers from the crowd, whistles from the happy kingdom. “For our new Queen shall be our saving grace! Our new beginning!” More cheers. “Now, King Frelinzier, do you take (Y/N) to be your wife? For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part?”

The King smiled at you, allowing you to slip the wedding band onto his finger as he softly said, “I do.”

The priest turned to you, ““And do you, (Y/N), take King Frelinzier, to be your husband? For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part?”

“I… I do.”

“Then, with the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife!” He exclaimed, making the crowd cheer once more. “Your Majesty, you may now kiss your Queen.”

Frelinzier cupped your face gently in his hands, leaning into you, but just as his lips brushed yours, there was a voice. The Doctor’s voice to be specific. “Is this working? Can you hear me?” You smiled as an enormous hologram of the Doctor was displayed just above the three of you at the altar. “Alright, brilliant, let’s get this show on the road shall we? People of Thargonis V, I’m the Doctor and your new Queen is a very dear friend of mine. Now, as a friend I wanted to make sure she would marry someone worthy of her, so I did some digging on your King and found some interesting information.”

“Stop him!” Frelinzier hissed at his guards, who scrambled to find a way to shut off the hologram. 

“You see, this Book of Sight that everyone has told me about… It’s fake,” He revealed, there were gasps and cries of confusion from the crowd. Frelinzier was getting angrier by the second, the warm facade was long gone. “It’s made of psychic paper, which will only show you what he wants to show you. Your planet isn’t in any danger and it never, ever was. Your King has been lying to you.”

“Don’t listen to his nonsense!” The King desperately yelled, turning to the people. “He lies! Not me!”

“You see, King Frelinzier is a fake,” The Doctor stated. “In fact, the real King Frelinzier, is dead. Killed by the very man in front of you. He is not one of you and he has never cared about you. He is undercover for your own neighbor, Thargonis II.” 

The hologram of the Doctor lifted up his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at a small device in his other hand. Just as he did so, there was a flash from the man standing across from you. When you finally got to look at him, you gasped. No longer was he the handsome blue man from the parlor, instead, he truly looked alien. With scales of blood red and 4 spiny legs sprouting from him like a spider, he was terrifying. You took a step back in horror as he roared, the crowd screaming at the sight of him.

“He was planning to use his bride to enslave not only your people, but the people of Thargonis I, III, and IV,” The Doctor stated, causing the crowd to cry out in distress. “But now that his form has been revealed, I will allow the people of Thargonis V to see to his punishment as they see fit, so long as you release (Y/N) unharmed. Oh and Chef Garrous was in on it.”

Finally grasping the situation, the people’s screams turned angry. They started yelling obscenities toward the man who claimed to be their king. The guards, who had previously been trying to find a way to stop the Doctor, now turned on the alien invader in front of them. As the people began to circle the altar in search of vengeance, you saw your chance. You ran as fast as you could, sprinting away from your new husband and fleeing the soon-to-be bloodbath. The hologram disappeared and you heard the wheezing sound of the TARDIS. It materialized right before your eyes and just as the doors opened to reveal the Doctor, he grabbed your arm and pulled you toward him with such force that you almost stumbled into him. 

“Careful Doctor, she’s a married woman,” said a woman’s voice. Looking up, you saw the red-headed woman from before, Amy. Next to her was the lanky man as well. “I’m Amy, that’s my fiance Rory. Sorry about kidnapping you.”

“It’s alright,” you smiled as the Doctor let go of your arms, walking back to the main console. “I’m (Y/N).”

Before you could properly talk to her, the Doctor was back and had shoved a cup of some disgusting looking liquid in your direction, “Drink this, it will stop the effects of the elixir immediately.”

“You want me to drink it?” You ask, your nose scrunching at the smell of it. He nodded and gently thrust the cup into your hand. Hesitantly, you took it, the brown-green mixture looking positively revolting. Holding your breath, you threw your head back, drinking it all in one go just to get it over with. “Oh my god…”

“Well you didn’t expect it to taste good did you?” He chuckled, taking the cup back and instead handing you a glass of water to cleanse the taste. “Now, I need you to come to the infirmary so I can see just how bad the damage is.”

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The infirmary was cold, the stark white walls and silence reminding you of a normal hospital. The Doctor had taken your blood for tests, done scans and the works, and was analyzing everything while he sat across from you. As he was reading, you took the time to really look at him. His brows were furrowed as his eyes darted back and forth from the different results. The fluffy brown hair atop his head was somewhat disheveled, but still looked charming on him. Gone were the tailcoat and cravat from before, replaced by a tweed jacket and a bowtie, just as when you had first met him. 

“I’m so sorry,” he finally said, throwing the papers haphazardly down onto a nearby desk. “I never should have brought you there. If I hadn’t, you–”

“But you did,” you interrupted, making him look up at you. “You brought me there. And all I can say is… Thank you.” This clearly took him by surprise, and he opened his mouth to protest but you put your hand up to stop him. “Doctor, you didn’t know what would happen. You wouldn’t have brought me there if you did, so whatever is wrong with me, it isn’t your fault. It’s not. Back home, I’m a computer engineering major at MIT. I have so-so grades, two friends, and the most back-breaking pressure I could ever imagine. I liked my life, it was okay and I’m grateful for my family and friends. But Doctor, you showed me that I don’t have to stick to so-so, to just okay. I can make my life better. I can make myself whoever I want to be. You opened my eyes to an entire universe of possibilities and I will never be able to repay you.”

The Doctor shook his head with a small smile on his face, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes, “You won’t be so thankful when I explain these results to you.”

“Go on then, what’s wrong with me?”

He let out a deep sigh, before grabbing the papers and coming to sit next to you, “The elixir that was given to you is called Hargum Naraxis. It’s outlawed in almost every corner of the universe, I don’t know how Frelinzier managed to obtain it. It’s filled with nanobots programmed to redesign an entire organism from the inside out. The one you ingested was made with the DNA from an ancient race long since extinct. A race that has the power to regenerate, that is, be reborn just as they are about to die. It was the regeneration energy that he wanted to use, the glow from your hands.”

“So… I’m not human anymore?” you asked quietly, scanning over the papers that made no sense to you. “I’m part of some extinct race?”

“That’s right, and I’m sorry,�� he gently grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “Your life as a human is over, but your life as a… As a Time Lord, has begun.”

[apples-r-rubbish]

literally 10 seconds away from writing an 11 x reader take on boom

[stalkerspy101]

Short from my story

The Doctor had come a long way from the reckless and borderline suicidal man he was in his ninth incarnation. But he still had moments of sadness.

Like the time the two of you were striding through a field, hand in hand, looking for an ancient cave network that housed 10 foot sparkling crystals.

“Do you know where you’re going?”

“This way, y/n. You’re gonna love this! The crystalline structures were formed from silica created by a huge lava pit that used to be here. They’ve been growing for thousands of years. Bioluminescent organisms in the molecules of the crystals make them glow!” The Doctor rambled on happily leading you over rolling hills.

“Doctor I think I see an opening in the hillside over there” You said pointing across the clearing.

“That’s the one!”

He began tugging you in that direction. The two of you trudged down, into a valley between hills.

He had stopped abruptly, forcing you to stop with him. You turned to the Doctor, fully prepared to tug him along impatiently, as he often did to you. But the look on his face made you pause.

Big, sad eyes, framed by his creased brow. You couldn’t quite place the emotion. You followed his gaze back to the scene in front of you. It was beautiful, sure, but not something you’d guess would warrant that look.

But as you took in the mountains, the sinking sun casting an orange halo around them. And the field that stretched out between you, it clicked.

His voice in your memory, leaned towards you and hushed, for your ears only. He spoke of his home. Gallifrey, with its burnt orange sky and giant, magnificent citadel. Incased in a glass dome. You could picture the resemblance.

You could now put a name to the emotion spread across his face; a bittersweet nostalgia., homesickness. Your gaze softened and you took a step closer to him, gently squeezing his hand.

The Doctor finally glanced away from the scene to meet your eyes.

“It’s beautiful here” You say, keeping your voice soft.

“It is, isn’t it?” The Doctor smiles down at you and begins walking again at a slower pace towards the cave.

[idontknowwhoiam465]

Not Alone. Not Anymore. Not Ever.

The reader met the Doctor three months ago, and already he's become so important to her. Her anxieties about being left alone start to show, and the Doctor makes sure she knows thats not going to happen. Not ever.

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I'd been traveling with the Doctor for almost three months now, and already the larger than life TARDIS had started to feel more like home than anywhere on Earth ever did. The Doctor and I had settled into a comfortable companionship early on, and I could see the joy in his eyes whenever he watched closely at my reactions to a new planet, or species, or some corner of the universe I never thought imaginable.

The Doctor had quickly become my favourite person to be around. His quirky excitable personality, and outfit to match, drew me in from the moment I saw him. Whenever we were sat in the control room of the tardis and he was tinkering away fixing something or other, he'd often tell me stories of places he'd been as I kept him company. Tell me tales of the adventures he'd had and the people he'd seen. Songs he's heard, and lives he's lived.

Sometimes he'd mention a name of a past companion and a flash of sorrow would show in his eyes, before brightening up again, so quick I almost wouldn't notice. It's in these moments that I realise how lonely he gets. How afraid he is to be alone again. These are the moments that scare me. I see myself in him. His eyes a reflection of my own.

I spent my whole life caring so much about the people around me. Loving them with everything I had in me. Only for them to get bored of me, or decide I was too much to deal with, and just walk away. And it hurt. It hurt like hell. Anytime someone new would come into my life, I'd wonder how long. How long until they get bored of me? How long until I drive them away? How long before they decided they dont want me anymore?

Sometimes, when I see that pain in the Doctors eyes, I want to tell him I know how he feels. I know what its like to be left on your own time and time again. But I can't. His eyes show the pain of someone who hasn't just been left behind, but rather, had the people he loved ripped away. My loneliness can't compare to that.

Sometimes my anxiety gets the better of me. I find myself wondering if he's going to leave me behind too. If I'm another burden, that im putting on his already heavy shoulders.

I also wonder if, just as I see the loneliness in his eyes, he sees it in mine.

Of course, he does. I just didn't realise that yet.

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I was too busy constantly overthinking the idea of him leaving me, that I didn't even notice everything he was doing to make me trust that he wouldn't.

The comforting smiles and endless rescues when we went to a planet, and it didn't quite go as planned. The time he put a beanbag in the control room for me, because he knew I couldn't sit comfortably still on a chair. Keeping hold of my hand, never letting go, as we'd explore dark creepy tunnels. The little music box he secretly bought for me, after noticing me looking at it longingly at an alien marketplace. And the way he seemed to know when I was afraid, before I knew myself, and made sure he was by my side.

Despite all this, my anxieties about him leaving me behind only grew.

It was when we went to Victorian London, that I fell apart.

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I peered out of the doors of the TARDIS around the Doctor's shoulder as he (quite overly dramatically) opened them. I gasped at the snow lining the streets as the faint glow of the streetlamps lit the dark road. The snow glittered as each flake reflected the light, creating a sparkling blanket, resting peacefuly on the ground.

I turned to the Doctor excitedly, 'Where - no, wait - When are we? When and where?'.

'Victorian London,' He licked his finger and held it up in the air as he stepped out of the blue box, '1873, 5:23 pm, December 24th, Wednesday. Good. Not a Thursday. Don't like Thursdays. Today is Christmas Eve, Christmas ball day. And we,' he winked at me as he pulled out his psychic paper, 'have got an invitation.'

I stared at him eyes wide. 'Christmas ball day. You're taking me to a christmas ball. In Victorian London.' I looked outside as I breathed out a silent wow.

I looked down at the clothes I was wearing, 'Oh my god, I need to go get a dress!'

As I turned to get to the wardrobe room of the TARDIS, the Doctor stopped me.

'I uh, actually, Y/N, may have already bought one for you. If you want it that is, I don't mean to force you to wear it if you dont want to. Thats not what I want to do at all actually, I just saw it and thought you might like it. Tell me if you -'

I cut him off with a grin.

'Show me the way to my new dress Doctor'

'Well, yes, okay then, follow me'

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I opened my eyes to see the most beautiful dress I could have ever imagined. Hanging in front of me was a sea of green. Layers upon layers of fabric, all folded over eachother. Stunning embroidery and beads and lace all creating so many beatiful patterns that I could sit there all day and find new designs and still find more later.

The Doctor's voice came from behind me, 'I thought the colour would work well with your hair, seeing as you insist on dying it red.'

He thought that far into it. He thought about whether or not it would match my hair. I turned to him silently not knowing what to say. Before I even knew I was crying, the Doctor took a step towards me.

'Hey, what's wrong? Do you not like the dress? I'm sorry, I didnt mean to upset you.'

The Doctor wiped a tear off my cheek as I whispered through a shaky breath, 'The dress is beautiful Doctor. Really, I love it. That's not the problem at all.'

He held his hand on the side of my face and gently asked, 'Then talk to me, what's wrong?'

'It's nothing. Don't worry about it. It's stupid.' I said shaking my head slightly.

He took one of my hands in his and looked at me with his bluey-green eyes full of so much care, 'Oh Y/N, nothing that makes you sad or hurt could ever be stupid. Please talk to me.'

'Its just, well, you're important to me right,' I managed, tears coming quicker now, 'My best friend. And that scares me. I told you. It's stupid. But everyone, everyone I've ever cared about has decided at one point or another that they're bored of me. Or that they dont want to deal with me anymore. I always push everyone away. And you're doing all this nice stuff for me. The bean bag and the music box, and now this stunning dress. And it makes it worse. Because what if you decide you dont want me anymore. I can't get left behind again. I just, I just can't. And I couldn't tell you, because I see it in your eyes. You've been alone before, but your eyes tell a different story. You weren't just left behind. I can see the pain and the grief. They were taken from you. And my fear of being alone is small and silly compared to that.' I looked down at the floor, scared to look at him and see him looking at me as though I'm making a big deal out of nothing.

I felt his hand leave my cheek and tilt my chin up to look at him. His eyes searched mine for a moment, before he pulled me in for a hug and held me like our lives depended on it.

'My amazing Y/N. Just because we feel different pain, it doesnt mean your's is lesser. You hear me? You are allowed to feel just as sad as anyone else. Don't think you have to hide it from me. And listen I am not going anywhere without you, you are coming to the ends of the universe with me whether you like it or not. You are not alone. Not anymore. Not ever.'

I pulled back to look at him, my turn to search his eyes. 'You promise?' I whispered.

'Cross both my hearts and hope to die. Well, not really hope to die, the idea doesnt seem particularly appealing to me personally. Honestly that phrase should probably have some adjustments made. But yes, I promise. You're stuck with me I'm afraid.'

My lips curled up slightly at his rambling, and the sincerity I saw in his face.

His face turned into a grin, 'There we go Bright Eyes. There's that smile I love. Now, haven't you got a dress to try on?'

I looked behind me at the dress, and turned back to him with my own grin. 'Absolutely. And then, we have a ball to attend.'

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Thankyou so much for reading, it's my first fic, so hopefully you liked it. Lmk what i can do to make future ones better of if theres anything you want me to do :)

[gallifreyan85]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: The Doctor (Doctor Who) & Reader, Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who) & Reader Characters: Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who), The Doctor (Doctor Who) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reader-Insert, Hugs, Hinted Depression, but only slightly - Freeform, it took me three years to finally post this, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

"Are you... really here?" As soon as I saw him I knew, but my brain was still catching up with me, and I needed to make sure this wasn't a dream.

"Here?" He smiled inquisitively.

"Are you real?" I qualified. For who, I wasn't sure exactly.

"Well, of course I'm real!" He answered swiftly, making a quick spin around as if to demonstrate that he was telling the truth. "We're both here, both real." He dug a hand into his tweed jacket, pulled out the sonic and gave it a quick buzz, "You too. Definitely real."

I stared at him. After a moment or two while he patiently waited - I noticed that too and then I wanted to cry again, because he was so nice - I slowly extended a hand towards him.

He took it, gently, and shook in a handshake.

I really wasn't sure if I was crying or not at that point, because my God, it was him, and he was there and he was shaking my hand.

As the realization hit me I pulled away.

Then I finally said what I was thinking all along.

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[stardust-and-snickerdoodles]

Extraordinary Things

fandom: Doctor Who

pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader

summary: The Doctor finally meets and takes on a disabled companion who uses a wheelchair.

tags/warnings: disabled reader (wheelchair user), fluff, comfort

word count: 2997

When the Doctor stepped out of his box and onto that street, it was quiet. The sun was setting; the sky seeming more like an oil painting than anything. Across the way there was a streetlamp, lighting a small portion of sidewalk. And there on the sidewalk, was a woman in a chair.

“Hello,” the Doctor called out, taking a slow step toward you.

You turned. “Who are you?” you replied, voice containing an edge.

The Doctor paused in his motion toward you. “I’m the Doctor,” he answered without reserve, feeling a strange pull to be honest with you.

The Doctor was used to many reactions at this introduction. The most common being “Doctor who?” or a furrowed brow of confusion.

Yet, when the Doctor delivered his line, you simply groaned. Your head fell into your hands, hair obscuring your face. “Did my mother send you?” you called out, finally looking back up. “She’s always sending doctors,” you muttered under your breath.

As the Doctor drew closer, he noticed that you were not sitting on an ordinary chair at all but one with wheels. “Someone called for me,” the Doctor said, feeling a touch confused. He got the sense that he wasn’t quite in the right place.

You slumped into the chair, crossing your arms. “Yeah, that would be my mom. So, what are you? Orthopedist? Neurologist?” You raised an eyebrow at the Doctor. “Acupuncturist?”

The Doctor fiddled with his fingers, the corners of his lips twitching up in a smile. “I suppose I’m whatever you need me to be.”

“Well thanks doc,” you replied, words laced with sarcasm, “but I think I’m sorted for now.” You released the brakes on your chair and began to wheel up the sidewalk to a house nearby.

The Doctor rocked on the balls of his feet. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was in the wrong place. Had he missed something? Where had the TARDIS sent him?

He had merely been drifting along the time vortex, recovering from a particularly nasty run-in with a few rogue Weeping Angels, when suddenly a voice had boomed around him. It seemed to come from the vortex itself, a cry as anguished as any. The voice called for him. Not many people could call him. So, he went. But now where was he?

Regardless, you were here. Maybe you had answers. Maybe you were important.

“Sorry,” the Doctor called out, walking toward you again. “What’s your name?”

You stopped, your back to the Doctor, but said nothing.

“I’m not actually a doctor. Well, sort of.” The Doctor fumbled for the right words. “It’s hard to explain.”

“So, you’re a psychologist then? Checks out.” You laughed as you began to wheel away again.

The Doctor let out a small huff of disbelief. “I’m not,” he rushed.

Suddenly, you stopped again and turned. You approached the Doctor slowly where he stood on the sidewalk, observing him. “So, what, you’re just some creepy guy who follows disabled women around before nightfall?”

The Doctor drew back in surprise and sputtered, “No, no I’m not!”

You laughed again, as if the funniest thing in the world had just occurred. It was quite a nice laugh, the Doctor thought. “Oh, calm down. You don’t have the look of that lot; trust me. I’m a pretty good judge of character. And you have kind eyes.” You smiled gently at the Doctor. “It’s getting dark though. Why are you out so late?”

“I could ask the same of you,” the Doctor replied, feeling some of the anxiety in his chest settle. There was still that strange magnetic attraction to you though, some force beyond himself and probably beyond this world.

Although the Doctor didn’t know it, you were feeling the same pull toward him.

“Touché. What’s your name? You never told me.” You were only a few feet away from the Doctor now. You looked at him with a fierce curiosity, a light which burned in your eyes and inspected every piece of him. He felt quite exposed in your presence.

“I’m just the Doctor,” he answered. “Call me Doctor.”

You hummed. “Vague. Mysterious. Exciting.” Your eyes twinkled as you told him your name in return. “It’s not safe out here on the street. Would you like to come in for tea?”

The Doctor thought about all the people and places that probably needed his help. The universe was screaming for him, millions of voices begging him to save them. Still…

“I suppose I could drop in for a moment.”

…

The two of you spoke lowly of strange encounters and life stories. The Doctor chose his words carefully, disguising otherworldly planets as fancy restaurants and hostile aliens as men in alleyways.

You spoke of your life and your family. You talked briefly of your disability. But mostly, you spoke of adventure and longing. Of a world which desperately wished to keep your soul buried. You said you’d knew you would find it among the stars someday. You said you dreamed of extraordinary things.

When the kettle was empty and the mugs were bare, the Doctor realized just how long he had sat with you. And by that time, he didn’t feel compelled to leave at all. Nor did he remember that he had been called to this place for some unknown reason.

You had opened up to the strange man more than anyone in your life. You had your secrets, and you still kept them from him, but you allowed him to peek at the locks that guarded them. You told the man things you had never told anyone, the things which you had always deemed as unimportant or insignificant. And the man hung onto your every word. You didn’t think you wanted him to ever leave.

You spared a glance at the clock and realized that time had passed much quicker than you thought. The Doctor had arrived over three hours ago. And you wanted him to stay – oh god, you wanted him to stay – but you couldn’t help but feel if you didn’t ask him to leave now, you might never let him.

Before you got the chance, though, the Doctor was on his feet. He began rubbing his hands together as an excited child might. “Would you like to see something extraordinary?”

He didn’t know why he’d said that. The plan was to stand up and say goodbye. But then the words had just tumbled out of his mouth and now you were nodding at him so eagerly; what was he supposed to do?

So, you left the cozy house, empty mugs abandoned on the table, and the Doctor led you back out to the street, where the TARDIS was waiting on the other side. The Doctor smiled gently, and you wheeled along closely behind him.

“A telephone box?” you said skeptically when the Doctor stopped in front of the doors.

“Not just any telephone box,” the Doctor whispered, before reaching for the handle and giving it a push.

Then another.

The Doctor jiggled the handle, the smile falling off his face as he tried to open the doors. He banged on the outside of the box. “Come on dear, let me in!”

You raised an eyebrow. “Who’s in the box?”

The Doctor shook his head and whirled around to face you. “No no no, there’s no one in the box.” He paused. “I hope.”

“Then who are you talking to?”

The Doctor scratched his head. “The box. I’m talking to the box; she’s locked me out.”

You let out a quick burst of laughter. “Oh my god, you’re mad! You talk to a telephone box?”

The eccentric man groaned and sat down on the pavement, hands folded. “It’s not a telephone box. It’s a time machine. A TARDIS.”

You rolled your wheels backwards slowly, doubt creeping into your mind. “A… a time machine. You can’t be serious.”

“I was going to show you,” the Doctor’s voice was muffled from where his head lay in his hands. He looked up and met your eyes with a gentle ferocity you’d never witnessed before. “I’m not lying. Trust me.”

 You paused.

This man was anything but ordinary. Already you had felt compelled to trust him, had opened up to him so much in less than a few hours. Were you really going to leave now, when he had promised something extraordinary?

“So…” You began, forcing the doubt back. “Your time machine. Why has it locked you out?”

The Doctor smiled weakly. “I’m not sure.” A faint humming began to emanate from the TARDIS. A flash of realization crossed the Doctor’s face. He scrambled to his feet and pressed an ear against the door. “Ah!” he exclaimed, as if the secrets of the universe had just revealed themselves to him.

“Ah? Ah what?” You wheeled forward again, intrigued.

“She’s rebuilding,” the Doctor murmured with a giddy smile. It disappeared to be replaced with confusion. “But why?” The man began to pace back and forth in front of the time machine. “No regeneration cycle, no imminent threat, no, no damage to the components…”

You watched on as the Doctor paced. His words might as well have been in another language for how well you understood him. What was he talking about? Regeneration? Damage to the components?

You shook your head in amazement. Whatever was happening certainly was extraordinary, even if it wasn’t what the Doctor intended to show you. You gazed beyond the man and to the blue box, the ordinary looking blue box, supposedly a time machine in disguise.

And then, right before your very eyes, it shrunk.

Not much, maybe an inch or two. Hardly enough to be noticeable unless you were watching, which you were.

“Uh,” you said, your voice shaking, “Doctor?”

The Doctor continued to mutter under his breath, eyes tracking the pavement under his feet.

“Doctor!”

Now the Doctor stopped, raising his eyes to meet yours. “What? What is it?”

You pointed to the box. “Your box. It, uh. Well, it got smaller.”

The Doctor’s brows furrowed and he spun around, coat whipping behind him. “Smaller? That’s not… That’s not right. What do you mean?” He ran a hand along the wood of the door.

“I’m not sure; I thought I saw it shrink. Just a little.”

The Doctor scanned the entire box, walking around and around and around until finally he stopped at the front again. His head tilted up and down, searching for anomalies. Suddenly, he was on the ground, pressed against the pavement and eyes a mere inch from the door. A delighted chuckle sprang from him as he got back to his feet. The humming from the TARDIS slowed until it stopped completely.

“She’s finished,” the Doctor whispered conspiratorially, eyes sparkling as he turned to face you. He waved a hand toward you. An invitation.

You wheeled forward again, approaching the man and his box. You gazed upon them both with childlike wonder, a look the Doctor didn’t think he’d ever forget.

As you drew closer, you scanned the doors of the box. Suddenly, your face fell. The Doctor’s hearts hammered, mind racing to find out what was wrong.

“I don’t think-” your voice was small, sounding as though all of your hopes and dreams had been dashed in an instant.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” The Doctor waved his hands about, unsure of what to do. You had been so happy! Had he done something wrong?

You shook your head. A small chuckle, lacking any sort of humor, rumbled deep in your throat. “I’m not sure I’m going to fit in that little box.” You gestured to the wheelchair which you occupied, hand drifting over one of the wheels at your side.

“Oh!” The Doctor exclaimed, smile forming on his face yet again. “Oh!” He spun around in a circle, excitement bubbling over. “Nothing to worry about there, love! Promise.” His countenance softened as he looked at you.

You smiled back, remembering his words from earlier: Trust me. You nodded and the Doctor turned to face the time machine yet again.

He scanned the doors with a look of reverence, settling on a white button on the left side. “Oh, I do love new buttons,” he stated, pushing down on it immediately.

The doors to the TARDIS swung open on their own.

“Of course,” the Doctor murmured, running a hand along the door yet again.

You watched the Doctor with confusion. “’Of course’ what? Do they not normally do that?”

The Doctor looked over his shoulder at you with a cheeky grin but said nothing. He simply beckoned you forward with another wave of his hand.

You wheeled your way forward carefully, and finally looked beyond the doors of the time machine.

“It’s-” you started, disbelief stopping your words as soon as they started.

“Bigger!” the Doctor exclaimed, whirling around the space with almost frightening speed. “Oh, you’ve really outdone yourself this time, old girl!” He raced around the center console, pushing various buttons and pulling levers.

You wheeled yourself into the space more cautiously, trying to take everything in.

“The TARDIS must like you,” the Doctor called from behind the console, peeking his head out from around the edge.

“What do you mean?” you asked, voice trembling in wonder.

The Doctor ran back around to be in front of you. The look on his face was pure delight, smile so big it had to hurt. “Notice,” he started, holding up a finger, “no stairs. Doors with buttons, wide pathways-”

“Entrance flush with the ground,” you cut him off, your own smile beginning to grow. “That’s why the box shrunk, isn’t it?”

The Doctor nodded wildly, hands fluttering about the air.

You laughed, this time full of glee and amazement. “Well, that’s certainly a first. An accessible time machine!”

 “An accessible time machine!” The Doctor matched your laugh, racing away to the console again.

You rolled around the center console, trying to take everything in. Numerous pathways branched off the control room, and you fought the urge to pick one and start exploring. “This is amazing,” you breathed.

“I promised something extraordinary, didn’t I?” The Doctor called from the other side of the console, still fiddling with levers and buttons and things.

“You did, I just… I wasn’t expecting…”

The Doctor stopped after flicking another lever. “What? A sentient time machine? A box that’s bigger on the inside?” The Doctor stepped toward you, eyes kind and carrying wisdom which seemed beyond his young appearance. “One thing you must know about me, my love, if this is to work. Never have expectations.”

You couldn’t help but feel a touch overwhelmed by the whole situation. It was extraordinary, beyond anything you ever thought possible. And this man, this strange man, who you’d never felt any compulsion to run from, despite the even stranger circumstances of your meeting, had just handed you the key to the universe. What were you to do with that? How were you to respond?

“If what is going to work?” ended up coming out of your mouth.

The Doctor knelt to come to eye-level with you, eyes still soft and kind. (Normally, you would find this patronizing; you hated when people got to your level simply because you were in the chair. But in the case of the Doctor, it seemed an intimate gesture, a measure of trust, and so you allowed it.) “Would you like to travel with me?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Travel… where, exactly?”

The Doctor smiled again. “Anywhere. Everywhere! All of time and space, all available through the TARDIS. And since she did rebuild herself for you, I think it makes sense.”

You blushed a little. Running off with a stranger in a time machine in the middle of the night… It all seemed very scandalous. But this opportunity, this is what you dreamed of! Ever since you were a young girl, this is all that you had hoped for! How could you turn it down now?

“Okay,” you agreed slowly.

The Doctor jumped to his feet again and clapped his hands together. “Okay! I have just the place in mind.” He ran back to the console and started flipping levers again.

You wheeled yourself next to him. “I feel bad,” you started, speaking slowly as you watched his hands fly across the controls.

The Doctor looked up at you, face a mask of confusion. “For what?”

You gestured to the space around them. “For this, for your time machine having to rearrange itself for me.”

The Doctor waved off the worry. “The TARDIS doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to do. She did this because she likes you.”

The time machine gave a whirring hum, almost as if confirming this statement. You looked around, still in awe.

For years, you had lived every day expecting to be treated as subhuman. You should expect to be treated like a person, but unfortunately that wasn’t the way things worked. For the most part, humans were cruel and unforgiving creatures who saw little to no value in disabled people. You’d been called horrible things and treated like dirt for most of your life. Medical professionals questioned your every symptom and story, overly stingy with treatments and medications. You were called a faker even with your chair. So, when people cared even a little bit about you, you saw it as a victory.

But this man… the Doctor. He didn’t just care. An accessible time machine. Let alone one that had rebuilt itself entirely to accommodate you. And the Doctor, who hadn’t questioned you when you’d first met. He didn’t treat you like you were less than him. He was comfortable talking about your disability but wasn’t invasive. He wasn’t afraid of you.

You almost felt like you could cry.

The bar is on the absolute floor, you thought humorously as you looked back at the Doctor.

“Is the rest of the universe as accessible as your time machine?”

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New Face (11th Doctor x Timelord!Reader)

watch me make a series out of a oneshot that was very much not meant to be a series— anyway, one david tennant hyperfixation led to another and now I'm rewatching Matt Smith's run as The Doctor and you know what that means!

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Series masterpost

Summery: a new face a new doctor and the start of a new adventure with a lovely little girl who just wants a ride in a time machine.

Things change quickly with the Doctor. You knew that well.

One moment you're comforting the face that rescued you the next you're putting out fires around the Tardis as it wildly flies over the skies of London.

"A little help over here!" The Doctor cried, he's barely holding onto the edge of the Tardis, his body hanging out through the front doors. His new voice is higher than the one you knew.

"In a minute love!" You yell back, there was no other option than yelling over the explosions of the console and the many alarms going off.

Another explosion rocked the Tardis and the Doctor manages to pull himself up as you adjust the angle at which the Tardis is basically crashing towards the ground. There's no other option but to crash so you tried to crash in the least horrific way you could.

The thing is, you crash sideways, tipping you and the Doctor deep into the Tardis.

"Oh for fucksake—" You said as you landed against one of the couches in the library. "Oi! Language!" The doctor chided. He had the luck of landing with a big splash in the swimming pool that for some reason was in the library.

"Since when do you care about about language?" You asked him, helping him out of the pool.

"Since now evidently" He said and started looking around for ways to get out.

You handed him a grappling line.

"Care to do the honors?" You asked and he smiled, launching it as far as he could and when he felt it was stable he began to climb up.

When he finally made it to the Tardis doors you heard him talking to someone. You hadn't the faintest clue as to who.

"Love, make some room!" You called from below him and he climbed onto the Tardis, looking down.

"Woah, look at that" He said in awe as he looked at the Tardis. It was quite a view though you would have appreciated a hand as you climbed up to join him.

That's when you saw the little girl standing beside the Tardis in her nightie and bright bright red boots that matched her bright red hair. Well not really red. Human red, which was more of a copper.

"Hello there" You said, wiping the sweat from your brow.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Just had a fall, all the way down there right to the library. Hell of a climb back up" The Doctor told her.

"You're soaking wet" The little girl said.

"He landed in the swimming pool" You added.

She turned to look at the Doctor, "You said you were in the library".

"So was the swimming pool" He answered.

She looked a bit confused but quickly kept the questions coming.

"Are you a policeman?" She asked.

"Why? Did you call a policeman?" The Doctor asked, meanwhile you climbed down from the Tardis and onto the ground, inspecting the crash site.

"Did you come about the crack in my wall?" The little girl asked.

"What crack—" The Doctor started but he fell, clutching his chest as he groaned in pain.

You weren't worried. He was still coming off of his regeneration meaning he was practically invincible.

"Are you okay mister?" The little girl asked.

"I'm fine, it's okay, this is all perfectly normal" He said, some fleck of regeneration energy floating out of his mouth.

You turned back to the Doctor and the little girl, content with you assessments of the crash site.

"I'm sorry, we seem to have crashed into your shed" You said to the little girl and she looked between you and the Doctor.

"Who are you?" She asked and you smiled, leaning down to be at her eye level.

"My name is Y/N and he" You said, pointing at your lover who was currently watching the regeneration energy still filling his hands "-is The Doctor."

The Doctor got his bearings, or at least tried to, coming up beside you. "Does it scare you?" He asked.

"Does what scare me?" She asked.

"The crack in your wall, does it scare you?" He repeated.

"Yes" She answered, almost shyly.

This excited him. "Well then, no time to lose. Like he said I'm The Doctor, do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions and don't wander off" He said confidently and started walking.

"Love" You said and he turned his head back to face you, causing him to walk straight into the tree you wanted to warn him about.

The little girl walked over to him where he was just lying on the ground.

"You alright?" She asked.

"Early days" He said, "Steering's a bit off plus he distacted me" he said, pointing at you.

With a roll of your eyes you went over to help him up.

"You really should sit down and eat something love, you're running on fumes" You told him and shrugged.

"I'll be fine" He said and you sighed, turning to the little girl.

"Can you do me a favor and get him something to eat? Maybe then the two of you can have a look at that scary crack in your wall" You suggested and she nodded, you gave her The Doctor's hand and told her to be careful with him cause he's very iratible right now and he complained as the little girl walked with him into the house and you stayed outside with the Tardis.

You had a feeling this would be a regular thing with this new Doctor. You cleaning up after him.

You could already see so many differences between his old self and this new one.

Besides the obvious physical difference this new body was much more wild. He was already all over the place much more than your old Doctor. But he was also charming. You were sure you'd love him just as much once he figured himself out a bit more, after all he did the same for you.

All that time ago when you promised you would never leave him, when you told you loved him, when you stayed by his side even as the power of a sun was burning through his body. You stayed with him and regenerated and he helped you. He carefully picked you up and placed you back in the medbay of the ship you were on and when you woke up he helped you get accustomed to your new body and he kept loving you just like he did before. So you would do the same.

You checked the grappling line and when you were sure it would hold you went back into the Tardis.

nothing in the console room was on fire anymore which was good. You went one by one checking the systems and resetting what needed it. That is until the ringing started.

you hadn't actually gotten to checking the engines yet. The ringing was coming from the engines.

"No, no, no, no, no— Come on!" You cried as you tried to settle them.

"Just calm down a bit will you?" You tried to ask the Tardis but she wasn't having it.

"Y/N! What's going on in there?" The Doctor hollered as he ran out of the house.

"She's throwing a tantrum!" You yelled through the open Tardis doors.

"It's just a box, how can a box be throwing a tantrum?" The little girl said. You still didn't know her name.

"Not a box, it's a time machine" The Doctor said.

"What, a real one?" she asked, you popped your head out of the Tardis just enough to look at them.

"Doctor come on!" You said, popping back into the console room.

"Five minute hop into the future should do it" The Doctor said, climbing onto the Tardis.

"Can I come?" The girl asked.

"Not safe in here, five minutes, give me five minutes, I'll be right back" He said.

"People always say that" She said and the Doctor stopped, he climbed back down to the ground and kneeled in front of the little girl.

"Am I people?" He asked, "Do I even look like people? Trust me, I'm the Doctor" He said.

He climbed back onto the Tardis, gave the girl one last look and jumped in, "Geronimo!"

With him inside the ringing finally stopped.

"There you go, you just don't like it when Y/N drives" The Doctor cooed at the console.

You rolled your eyes.

"Doctor" You asked, "What did you tell that little girl?"

"I told her we'd be back in five minutes" He said, running around the console, hitting buttons and turning switches.

"Did you get her name?" You asked and he smiled.

"Yes! Amelia Pond! Brilliant name isn't it? Amelia Pond"

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dangerous habits

(eleventh doctor x reader)

time for more unabashed crushing on Matt Smith’s Doctor! i’m sort of a sucker for pet names (in the right context, of course) and Eleven’s offhand habit of calling things sweet names usually has me blushing a bit, so of course i had to write about it, because that’s how fanfiction works, and i really, really like him, sometimes against my better judgement. hopeless romantic, me. 

author’s rec while you read: i had bad habits by ed sheeran running through my head the entire time i was coming up with a title, go figure. if that’s not your bowl of rice then anything that makes you happy will bop just fine. :) 

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