#my thasmin fanfic

[timetravelbypen]

Murder at the Crossing

Chapters: 1/38 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan Characters: Thirteenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Yasmin Khan, Dan Lewis (Doctor Who), Ryan Sinclair, Graham O'Brien, The Master (Dhawan), lots and lots of companion cameos Additional Tags: rated M for murder (mostly), mystery au, cozy mystery, 1920s AU, Human AU, constable!yaz, botanist!13, murder happens on the page but is not described in too much graphic detail, Slow Burn, Really really slow burn, Colleagues to Lovers, various WWI-related traumas Summary:

The town of Little Ashmere, about an hour's walk outside of Sheffield, is a quiet place. It's orderly, and friendly, and they've had nothing terribly exciting happen there since Armistice Day.

Until a stranger is found murdered on the outskirts of town, and Constable Yasmin Khan might be the only one capable of solving the crime. Especially if she is able to convince the secretive Doctor Emily Smith to open up about her past enough to help her.

New fic time!! Thasmin meets the vibes of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, and I hope you all enjoy!! Thanks SO MUCH of course to @rosenkranz-does-things for the incredible cover art that fits this story so perfectly.

[lesbicosmos]

masterlist of all my fics i have on ao3!!!

(you guys will never guess who my favourite music artist is based on all my fic titles)

complete works

◻️dead poets society:

so in awe there i stood (anderperry, side chrisginny and mittsie)

oh, your love is sunlight (chrisginny)

she gives me toothaches just from kissin' me (chrisginny)

chrisginny week 2023 fics:

i've got some colour back, she thinks so, too

fell in love with the fire long ago

we'd sit back and watch the world go by

we lay here for years or for hours

something so precious about this

no grave can hold my body down

i'll crawl home to her

chrisginny week 2024 fics:

the one with violets in her lap

◻️good omens:

i'd like for you and i to go romancing (aziracrow, s2 fix it)

we should just kiss like real people do (aziracrow, minor vinylatte, s2 ep5 rewrite)

◻️merlin:

i'd be home with you (morgwen)

you're the king and i'm your lionheart (merthur, post-canon modern day)

the future's so bright, it's burnin' (morgana&merlin, s2 ep3 rewrite, magic reveal)

◻️doctor who:

there's something tragic about you, something so magic about you (thasmin)

◻️supergirl:

hope that you're good to me, baby (supercorp)

◻️dead boy detectives:

it feels real to me now, it felt real to me then (payneland)

just a mirror away (edwiniko being platonic soulmates)

the case of the dead boy daughter (gen, referenced payneland)

the great petname debacle of '24 (payneland)

'cause it was always you, alright (payneland)

where did i go wrong? i lost a friend (edwin & crystal post-niko's death)

73 years (payneland, future fic)

hold me like water or christ, hold me like a knife (payneland)

payneland week 2024 fics:

i could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, i still carry for you (prompt: language of love/sickfic)

eurydice, darling, just give him your hand (prompt: myths/legends)

nothing in the world belongs to me but my love mine all mine (prompt: love confession/first kiss)

you know the galaxies of my heart (prompt: domestic au)

fear is the heart of love (prompt: canon divergence)

through your eyes i see a smile you bring to me (prompt: free day)

i could find you darlin', in any life (prompt: soulmate au)

ongoing works

◻️good omens:

ineffable slice of life - ongoing oneshot series:

the one with the cold christmas (aziracrow)

the one with the halloween party (brief aziracrow, vinylatte and anathema/newt)

◻️merlin:

everything you've done... i know now. (merthur, arthur in avalon, arthur returns)

◻️dead boy detectives:

operation sapphic detectives (palasaki, sequel to cause it was always you, alright)

[sappysapphic13]

Lil drawing of my darling Jesse in their ridiculous boating costume from my Thasmin AU fic, A Thistle Cannot Grow (Where You Tend A Rose) <3

[thedemonastrophel]

HI!! I've posted a nice soft angsty fic. It's the Thirteenth Doctor and just a small thing of inner monologue while she's in the Time Prison. PLEASE don't read this if you haven't watched her season because WOW there are a lot of spoilers!!

It's lots of Thasmin, and uh, if you don't like hurt/no comfort this probably isn't for you :]

[punkinguashi]

Cherry blossom dance🌸

Yay! Here’s my first illustration of chic fan fiction "Never Cruel or Cowardly" by @fuxdeiflswued

I insist you read this fanfic! I will make many more illustrations for him!!!

Here you can see some illustration options, I don’t know which I like more :D

[rowanthestrange]

On The Shore

Rating: G Pairing: Thirteen/Yaz Characters: Ryan, Thirteenth Doctor Tags: Death, Living, Injury, Healing, Grief, Love, Things Unsaid, Things Unexpectedly Said

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After the death knell is rung, but before the arrangements are made, the Doctor doesn’t have enough time. But makes some for Ryan anyway.

[falcon-writes]

thasmin uni/college au

“Yaz?” A familiar voice called through the door. “I’ve made some biscuits. I think.” 

Yaz stared, blinking in the morning sunlight. So it wasn’t a dream.

“Well, really I think they’re more like rocks, to be honest, but I’ve eaten rocks before and they honestly aren’t bad, right up there next to soil on my list of favorite foods—”

Sonya glared at Yaz from underneath her covers. “Yasmin Khan, you better answer the door right now so she stops screaming. People are gonna think we’re crazy, too.”

“She’s not crazy,” Yaz protested, but rushed to the door anyways.

[timelordian-disaster-126]

As my brain is slowly getting back into Thasmin as a ship while I'm reddrawing a piece I've been re doing with them for the past 5 or 6 years now. I keep getting dragged back and forth between wanting to draw 13 and Yaz as a cute Golden retriever and German Shepard couple vs wanting to draw the most painful slow burn angsty thing known to the thasmin shippers as a whole and idk which one to pick..

[queerestqueertoeverqueer]

So Then I Took My Turn

Fandom: Doctor Who

Ship: Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan

Summary: The Doctor and Yaz need to stop by her parent's flat to pick up some supplies, only someone unexpected is there - and she wants to speak to the Doctor. Thirteen finds herself reevaluating decisions she's made. Title from Yellow - Jodie Whittaker (Coldplay cover)

AN: A conversation between these two is something that's been floating about in my head for a while - enjoy :) and massive thanks to @logically-blue for reading this for me <333 Read on AO3

The Khan family flat was usually quiet this late on a Sunday evening; Sonya absent-mindedly watching the Real Housewives while scrolling through Instagram, occasionally interrupted by Najia and Hakim bickering over the cleaning. So when the doorbell rang seven times in a row, followed by rather anxious knocking, naturally they were all surprised, even more so when Najia opened the door.

"Yasmin Khan!! It is 10:45pm, is this really the best time you could come up with to visit??" she scolded, but fondly, as she pulled her daughter into a warm hug. She couldn't even remember how many weeks it had been, but based on the guilty look on Yaz's face, it must have been longer than she had liked.

"Sorry, sorry. Can we come in, mum? We needed to borrow some stuff. And all the shops are closed."

"Course, love, come on. Wait, we?"

"Hiya, Yaz's mum!" said a familiar voice from behind the door, although Najia noted a tinge of apprehension that she hadn't before - was the Doctor seriously scared of her after their last conversation? She couldn't help but smile to herself at the thought.

"Doctor, hello. Right, let's get you lot some tea - hang on, where are your other friends?"

"Oh, they're uh. Asleep?" Yaz quickly responded, sighing at herself for not being able to come up with a better alibi. Najia didn't appreciate knowing her daughter was lying to her, whilst also knowing there was no way she'd have it explained to her any time soon.

Setting her annoyance aside, she ushered the pair of them in, and waved them towards the living room as she put the kettle on.

The Doctor walked behind Yaz down the corridor, unusually silent.

"Come on Doctor, what's the big deal?" she thought to herself."It's just the Khans. You love the Khans! Okay, well, yeah. In fact, Doctor, maybe that's the issue. Why do they make you so nervous? Maybe you are just socially awkward. Or is it because-"

Her reasoning with herself came to an abrupt halt when she made contact with a pair of eyes she hadn't seen in a while. Well, it hadn't been so long for her. For Umbreen, it had been 75 years.

"Nani! I didn't know you were here" Yaz beamed at her grandmother, "this is my friend. You can call her the Doctor".

Suddenly, Yaz realised the weight of this meeting. Surely, Umbreen wouldn't recognise her? It had been so long, after all. She felt her heart pound as she looked anxiously between the two of them. She thought that her Nani had a certain glint in her eye, although that may have just been a response to the Doctor's bum bag, which she had insisted on wearing yet again.

"Doctor, lovely to meet you" she said, "how did you two meet?"

This question was monumentally less intimidating than when her own daughter had asked it years ago, and Yaz found herself able to answer this time.

"We met while I was on the job, and we've been travelling a little with our other friends.(Not even technically a lie, nice one Yaz)"

Umbreen didn't respond, but smiled softly. Knowingly? The Doctor looked at Yaz, both clearly thinking the same thing. The eye contact didn't end, and somehow didn't feel awkward, but they both felt the weight of their conversation only the other week weighing down on them a little more with every second they didn't look away. The Doctor gave Yaz a little smile, and she finally forced herself to turn her head.

That just wasn't fair, Yaz thought. For the Doctor to look at her like that, to smile at her like that, when she was the only thing stopping them from being together. And that isn't fair either, she thought, to be thinking that. It seemed as though the universe was doing its best to get in the way of them. It wasn't the Doctor's fault, she knew that, but in moments like this it felt better to have something to hold against her. It felt easier then to pretend she wasn't that bothered by it. That she could even be in the same room as the Doctor anymore without thinking of the beach, the stone, the jokes, the tears.

That damned beach.

Umbreen, meanwhile, had been watching this intense eye contact, followed by uncomfortable silence, intrigued by this side of her granddaughter she hadn't seen in, well, ever. But she knew Yaz well enough to tell that she was hurting, no matter how hard she tried to pretend she wasn't, and she imagined it had something to do with this woman decked in rainbows. She'd have to do something about that.

Everyone exited their respective trains of thought when Najia came rattling in with cups of tea.

"Your dad's on his way to pick up Son from some party." she explained, as she passed the drinks around. "What was it you needed to borrow, love?"

"Oh, the Doctor needed something for a... a project she's working on..." she looked towards the Doctor expectantly, who was again looking a little less assertive than usual. Yaz knew how much her mother would be enjoying this.

"Just some coffee beans! I've got pretty much everything else I need, but the TAR- um, my... landlord? Yeah, my landlord, she does NOT trust me with coffee. Neither does Yaz, actually. Or anyone." she continued a little sheepishly.

"Right... well, you can help yourself, there's plenty in the kitchen" Najia responded, barely surprised at this bizarre statement.

The Doctor got up, and Yaz was just about to follow her, when she felt a hand on her arm.

"You stay here and catch up with your mum, beti. I'll go and show the Doctor where everything is." Yaz opened her mouth to argue, but Umbreen made a face at her that she knew better than to talk back to, and moved towards the kitchen.

The Doctor was already busy foraging through cupboards when Umbreen came in. The rustling of packets was interrupted with a calm, yet attention-commanding statement.

"I haven't forgotten, you know."

"Crap. Crap. Shit! Oi, language, Doctor. But seriously, what now??" her mind raced as she tried desperately to avoid eye contact, without seeming any more suspicious than she already did.

Umbreen sensed her trying to wiggle her way out of this, and thought it best to keep going.

"I mean really, Doctor, a hyperactive blonde in a big bright coat with a magic wand is not something I saw every day in Lahore. Especially not one who spoke Punjabi! What did you expect?"

"Yeah, maybe should have thought that one through a little. Could have gone a tad more local. Or not come at all... I told them! I said to Yaz, very tricky business! Too many risks! But she kept asking, and you know I couldn't..." the Doctor stopped herself abruptly.

Umbreen smiled. "It is hard to say no to that sweet girl's face, I know."

The Doctor felt herself smile too. Relax a little, even. Najia and Yaz were well out of earshot; she heard them chatting faintly, and she smiled a little more upon hearing Yaz laugh - a proper, happy laugh. One that sounded like those first few months of travelling together. One she didn't hear so much anymore.

"And whose fault is that, Doctor?"

The smile fell. Silence, too, for a moment.

"Doctor, may I ask you something?"

"Yeah, course."

"You knew Prem and I would not have the life we dreamt of. And yet, you married us, bound us together. You told us about love and hope and faith. Why?"

"Just like I said. You were so certain in each other. Nothing - no forces, no hate, no demons - no-one could ever come above that."

"Would you not rather have saved us the pain of losing each other? Made it so that we had nothing to lose? Tell me Doctor, what was the point if we had no hope of forever?"

The Doctor paused. Umbreen saw pain - veiled, but there - flash across her face. "A wonderful person once told me this, and I might not like it, but I do stand by it. Happy ever after doesn't mean forever. It just means time."

"Wait."

The point of this conversation clicked.

"Umbreen." the Doctor sighed, "This is a more difficult situation than I can really convey. I understand, truly, I do, but I... I don't HAVE time. I have nothing to offer anyone that won't end in pain. Pain that will last lifetimes. Not just for me. For them too. ...For her."

"I never said you did. My question is, did you ever offer it in the first place?"

"You want to see her get hurt? Because that's where this goes, Umbreen. That's where this always goes. I know you see it between us, the whole bloodyuniverse,seems to see it, but it's too late. It was always too late. No matter when I start, no matter what I do, I will never,ever, have enough time left. Never enough time to keep them safe, to explain it all, to give them what they deserve. It's not worth the pain. It's not worth another ending."

"That does not seem like your choice alone to make."

The Doctor sat, a look on her face that said the conversation was over. That it was all fine. But beneath that, Umbreen could see pain. It reminded her of her own Yasmin, all those years ago. The face, the smile, that screamed she was fine, but the eyes that pleaded for help. She didn't know this mysterious figure enough to push much further. Only one card was left for her to play, the one she used without fail, time and time again, on her children and grandchildren alike.

"How would it feel if this were happening to you?"

"...What?"

"How would it feel if someone, who had lifted you out of loss and pain and darkness, told you no? Not letting you choose the difficult road that meant more time with them? Even if you knew that time was short?"

Frozen between one heartbeat and the next.

"If they told you that you weren't getting a say. That their mind was made up and it was too late to do anything about it."

Push that button, Doctor, it will go off in your own face.

"That they wanted you to move on with your life and find something better, to pretend they never meant anything to you!"

Tell me about her.

"I know you think you're being kind, Doctor. I don't doubt that for a second. But I know what truly hurts my granddaughter the most. And it's not rough days, because she knows how to get through those. It's not endings, or sadness, or loss. It's the feeling that she isn't worth those things." Umbreen silently left both the kitchen, and the loud thoughts that she could almost hear the Doctor thinking.

People like me and you, we should say things to one another. And I'm going to say them now.

The walk back to the TARDIS felt at least five times as long as usual."Maybe it is, maybe you've moved" thought the Doctor, "if you're trying to get me to talk to her first.""Maybe I should do it now. So if it all goes wrong and she never wants to see me again, at least she hasn't got as far to walk back." The Doctor was snapped out of her thoughts at the feeling of a cold hand brushing lightly past her own, gently bumping into her as they walked.

"Are you alright?"

Yaz wondered if she would ever get an actual answer to that question. Try rephrasing, maybe.

"...what did Nani say?"

The sound of footsteps stopped.

"Did I really make you think you weren't worth it?" she replied, her voice cracking a little.

Yaz looked up, and was shocked to see tears brimming in her shining eyes.

"Doctor, what do you mean? Worth what?" she took the Doctor's trembling hands into her own, looking to her for permission. The Doctor held on as if Yaz's touch could undo these months, years, decades of hurting.

"I didn't... I neverwantedto shut you out. I was only ever trying to protect you. I have never, for a single second of our time together, thought that you weren't worth the pain. Really, not once. Scout's honour. I just-"

The Doctor felt Yaz's thumb rub gently over her own, encouraging her but never rushing her. She felt her cold metal rings, the two carefully chosen heartbeats that Yaz thought she didn't notice, pressing against the palm of her shaky hand.

"I just thought thatIwasn't worth that. I didn't want to take your life away from you, Yaz."

Yaz sighed. She never would understand how one person could be so quick, so bright, but also so very stupid about these things.

"Doctor, that exact thing has happened to me three times before. Once when I was in school. You know the time I mean." the Doctor squeezed Yaz's hand even tighter. "But the other two times were probably even worse. My life was taken away from me for ten months, and then for almost four years!"

"See, that's what I mean, Yaz. I couldn't stop you getting stuck in the past, how can I risk you getting lost somewhere I can't get to you?"

"It's a good thing she's cute," Yaz thought,"or I so would have kicked her by now."

"Not that, bighead. That wasn't the problem, not really.

The only thing you could ever do to take my life away from me isleave."

The Doctor met Yaz's gaze. Years upon years of nothing but kindness, patience, loyalty,carebeamed back at her.

"Now or never, Yaz."

"I know you want to look after me. The thing is, I want to look after you too," Yaz grinned, "And technically, you are still a witness from a crime scene on a train,Madam. Which means I've got to make sure you're alright. You know. Duty of care."

The Doctor gave no response except a wide-open mouth. Yaz took that as a yes.

"So... what now?"

I guess we're both just gonna have to be brave.

...Let her be brave.

Yaz felt chapped lips gently, experimentally, press against hers, a hand tangled in her hair. It was brief, unpolished, maybe even desperate, but tender. She heard a huge sigh of contentment and almost immediately felt the Doctor's cold face jammed between her shoulder and her neck, arms coiled tightly around her waist. Fighting back tears that came flooding at this moment she'd waited so long for, Yaz held the Doctor close and buried her face in her hair. She lightly kissed the top of her head before they took a step back, smiling at each other warmly, but a little cautiously. This was new.

"Yasmin Khan.My Yasmin Khan.

You wanna try that whole 'date' thing again?" End Notes: The Doctor needed coffee for a science experiment, btw. Did the science experiment involve her trying the coffee with disastrous consequences, maybe. Still very new to this writing thing, so any comments/tips much appreciated :)

[kiras-monkey-bum-face]

The Groundskeepers Secret

1898. Yasmin Khan is 27, the eldest daughter of Lord and Lady Khan, set to be married and spending a lot of time with the groundskeeper James 'Jimmy' Smith. They share a passion for animals and nature, plus a dream to travel. During her pushed courtship with Ryan Sinclair, Yaz and James fall into a friendship in a world where their lifestyles and nature of existing are not accepted, eventually discovering that their friendship may be something far deeper.

Extract from chapter 1:

“You speak out of turn, Mr Smith. You are new. You are best to train your tongue to behave.” Yaz subtly pokes at Caine so he stands protectively in front of her, showing off his size.

Smith smiles curtly at her. “My tongue is well trained, I assure you.”

“And yet you continue to speak.” Yaz scoffs at his continued impropriety. “So many words and none of them explaining why you were up a tree.”

rating: M

key tags: genderfluid all pronouns 13, high society, gentleman jack esque

Read here or by clicking the link above!

[jennyandvastraflint]

A Pirate's Ship & Attire

A Jenny/Vastra Pirate/Mermaid AU

Summary: After Vastra's chains were broken, Jenny finds them an inn to stay at. From what little money they have, Jenny bought a tiny boat in hopes she could use it to fish and make some money. Her worries about money vanish when Vastra - on a trip with their boat in the early morning - drags sunken treasure from the bottom of the sea to the boat, and they can sell it. Their first mission is to get Vastra proper clothes and shoes, which proves quite a challenge, but a pair of shopkeepers are more than happy to assist them.

Read here.

[timetravelbypen]

I am just going to be chewing on that Chris Chibnall podcast interview forever. Just red-string-conspiracy-board, on-the-other-hand, back-and-forth thoughts forever.

Because on the one hand, I think I agree with him that 13 and Yaz not kissing is the more heartbreaking narrative choice. To have them both know what they want, and know that the other one knows and wants the same, but never quite being able to get there... that's devastating. Living with the "what if"s for both of them, forever, even as it's a choice the Doctor's made for them - and most especially for herself - to try and spare some of that pain. It's meant as a kindness for both of them... but is it? They'll never really find out.

(And especially considering what Chibnall said about a) the Doctor not wanting to do to Yaz what he did to Rose, and b) the EotD-PotD three-part story arc being, essentially, the Doctor preparing Yaz to be without her. Considering that narrative arc I am even more convinced that the Doctor's "you know what this means, right?" - and the fact that Yaz DOES know - when her hand starts glowing means that they talked. A lot. Maybe not about everything, but about a lot of things. Because we've seen Yaz push back on the Doctor's secretive bullshit, but she doesn't here, because she doesn't have to. The arc culminates in the companions as a whole, and Yaz especially, literally being "the power of the Doctor." YAZ DOCTORIFICATION *ahem*)

I'm not entirely convinced that I agree that getting the ice cream scene on the TARDIS roof means you could have that OR a kiss. I mean, maybe my shipper heart wants to have my cake and eat it too.

But the editor in me wouldn't have put the kiss at the end, in that case, as a goodbye.

I would've put it right after Yaz helps the Doctor un-regenerate and come back into herself. When she stumbles out of the box and into Yaz's (and yes, also Vinder's, shhh) arms and says she's got a "whole new lease of life."

Because she thinks, in that moment, she has more time. And if she has more time, if they've beaten Time's prophecy, if that was it and they won, then maybe that mental calculus is different. Maybe that's a beginning and not an ending.

But then of course, they run out of time anyway.

[armageddon-generation]

Hey! I wrote a Doctor Who fic!

Rewriting the end of The Power of the Doctor to connect all of the Chibnall era together, and give both the Fugitive Doctor and Thasmin more closure:

“You need to hold onto me,” you insist. “You can’t forget. Time is an enemy and an echo-chamber. Ghosts of me will keep coming back to trip you up. They already have, without you knowing. Your journey through the universe has been one long echo of mine."

[theangelshavethephonebox]

Drabble series is up!

Written 7 so far- if you like this kind of stuff, check it out! I described them vaguely in a previous post so I'm not going to bother typing out summaries of each drabble but the gist is, here are some (100 word) doctor who drabbles I wrote. All emotional, mostly angsty, some smut, some thoschei, some thasmin, some river/dhawan!master because I'm insane, ghostfucking, dracula, uhhh yeah have fun. Please send in prompts for me to write more! They help stoke my motivation for longe rprojects, and are just fun to write (:

There are warnings just in case but like, it really depends on the chapter, and it is mostly just Vibes

[lesbicosmos]

anyone else ever get random fic ideas but they're not specific

like i wanna write sapphics stargazing on a roof but idk which sapphics to choose help

[punkinguashi]

🤍Happy Valentine’s Day!🤍

This is my little gift to the delightful @fuxdeiflswued!

These are valentines based on the fanfic "Never Cruel or Cowardly"! Send a valentine to your beloved! May your love be as strong as the love of Juliannah and Yaz!