#rory williams imagine

[cipher-fresh]

Did Eleven ever tell Amy and Rory’s parents that they’re alive in the past? Or did they just go missing a few weeks after a third of the human population had heart attacks?

[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.

[owen-writes]

Nurse Williams

Rory Williams x Male Reader

This story is for that one anon 😉

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks," you mutter, taking a sip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[quietwingsinthesky]

i do love canon amy & rory but god, does some part of me wish they really had gone with the idea of the doctor picking up a child as a companion (and then later, that child’s best friend with a huge crush on her.) with the rest of the season really not changing at all, except now it’s amelia pond with an angel in her head killing her and lost alone in the woods. it’s little rory who dies and is forgotten and becomes a toy soldier. if this is going to be a fairy tale, then let it be one. children have never been safe in fairy tales.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Hot take: River and the Doctor having a father/daughter relationship would have been WAY more compelling than a romance arc. I mean, you'd also have to adjust a lot of shit in Season 6 for it to work but like imagine. Amy insists on the Doctor letting her come with him to search for their daughter. River Song is not Mels but rather straight from the astronaut plot. Picks the name River Song herself because she likes the ring of it and that's how she kicks off her new regeneration- with a new name instead of comments about checking her weight. Let's Kill Hitler where Amy encourages River to save the Doctor because the Doctor has been searching for her as much as she and Rory have, where River decides to save him not because She Is River Song and River Song Wants To Marry/Kill The Doctor Timey Wimey Sexist Bullshit but because she can see that the Doctor can't be evil if her parents love him and he spent so long trying to find her.

Then, instead of entering archaeology to "find a good man," decides to become an archaeologist to make her own path outside of the path that the Silence set for her. Not about the Doctor, but about her own desire to learn, to find something permanent, to discover things in her own way outside of the TARDIS.

Let the bittersweetness of the River&Amy&Rory&theDoctor dynamic come from that. Not because Amy & Rory stopped caring after River had saved the Doctor's life, but because River insisted on getting to figure out who she was outside of the path set for her. And the fact that River will outlive her parents by mere virtue of the whole half-time-lord-DNA thing makes her relationship with the doctor tragic and compelling not because she doesn't think she'll ever live up to him but because they are the only two people that understand each other's grief

[just-a-twinge-of-cosmic-angst]

Amy's Choice.....is to look like a Peruvian folk band

[lazer-screwdriver]

Ur a genius— take THIS moffat

(Rory and the Doctor talk around an unspecified thing for 1.2k words. Working title: Rory and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day)

The console room of the TARDIS was dark and quiet.

Not the kind of dark and quiet it sometimes was, when things got very bad and things went pitch black and silent as the grave, but a normal good intentional dark and quiet. The kind that made you think of after hours and nighttime, though the TARDIS didn't have any windows and - for all Rory knew - it could've been high noon outside. Like part of the ship, the Doctor leaned over the console in the center, repetitively fiddling with a set of switches as though he was trying to make something happen and failing.

"Oh good, you're here, I was worried I'd have to go exploring through the TARDIS to find your bedroom or something. Do you ever sleep?"

The Doctor looked up and blinked at him, visibly surprised at Rory being here at all, much less addressing him. "Sometimes, why?" He checked his watch "I thought you and Amy had gone to bed.....do you need me to check under your bed for monsters." He straightened up and grinned, apparently excited for the potential duty.

Rory ignored him. "Amy's asleep. I want to talk to you"

"No monsters then? Good, there shouldn't be any on the TARDIS. Not anymore- if there were we'd have an even bigger problem than your horrendous socks."

Rory continued to ignore him. "Doctor, in the caves, when I was…....dying...what was that."

The Doctor's smile dropped off his face, turning back to his switches. "What was what?" His voice was still lighthearted, the perfect tone to brush things off, and Rory would not have it.

"You <i>know</i> what.”

"Oh that." The Doctor watched him out of the corner of his eye as he stalked closer, leaning on a panel of the console next to the Doctor's. "Telepathic link."

"Yeah I'd got that much, thanks. Rory snapped. Rest and food and a shower had all been beneficial but he was still far too sore to be talked down to at the moment. "Doctor, l've been contacted telepathically before, you know I have. That wasn't <i>that</i>. So what was <i>that</i>."

"It- It's hard to explain." The Doctor swept a hand through his hair agitatedly, apparently given up on avoiding the topic. Rory gave him a withering stare and he blanched, putting hands up in surrender "I'm not being difficult! You don't have a word for it, humans aren't a telepathic species, there's no equivalent. Like explaining marriage to a sea slug - not that you're a sea slug, you're more like a funny little cuttlefish - ahaha cuddle fish do you see what I did there-“

"It's a time lord thing" Rory cut him off before he could start assigning sea creatures to himself and Amy too, somehow more confused than when he'd started. "Like <i>marriage</i>."

"No! Kind of. Not really. It's not strictly monogamous or romantic or-or sexual it’s just-“ The Doctor wrung his hands, seemingly unable to look Rory in the eye. "Well, intimate. Like pillow talk, sharing secrets. Just more intense.

Rory nearly snorted. *Yeah, I gathered."

"It's not something l've done for a very long time. Not since...not since becoming the last." Messed-up hair flopped over his face as he bent over a different set of knobs and buttons this time. Confusing and overwhelming ending up sad - Rory could practically hear the quip about how he should be used to his sex life being like this.

“…not even with River?" Rory could see the Doctors ears turning pink as he bent further down over the console, murmuring nonsense about power fluctuations to himself and pointedly not answering.

“Well.” He sighed “I suppose I'm flattered.”

"You <i>should</i> be." The blush spread over his cheekbones.

"It was good." The random vaguely mechanical noises and flurry of busywork movements taking up space in the corner of Rory's eye stopped dead. He could feel the Doctor's eyes burning into the side of his head but refused to look over. The man’s gobsmacked, flustered expression was clear enough in his mind's eye, he didn't need the real version to rob him of his momentum.

I mean-" Rory scrubbed his hands over his face, regretting starting this conversation at all. "I know how you get about blaming yourself for things that aren't your fault, and I just wanted to say-" He could barely get the words out, like trying to cram into too-tight pants. "I mean obviously the circumstances weren't ideal but I-" <i>God</i> this was embarrassing. "I enjoyed it. You didn't assault me, or anything."

The silence dragged itself out - the Doctor frozen still and staring intently enough that Rory had to fight the urge to look over his shoulder for a weeping angel. His toothpicks-and-string confidence wavered under the assault, forcing him to instead steal a glance at the other man to convince himself he wasn't about to have a trapdoor pulled out from under him. "I'm glad I didn't die." He finished lamely.

"You dragged yourself out of the arms of your loving wife to tell me not to feel bad about sticking my fingers into your funny little brain?!" The Doctor exploded back to life with his usual commotion, rigid silence shattering back into the standard vaguely-exasperated silliness.

All the tension went out of Rory with it, letting himself breathe properly as his head tipped back in relief. He hadn't reached airlock levels of offense just yet. "Shut up, Doctor, I'm being serious."

"Of course you are." He buzzed around the control room as through he'd never stopped, clearly gearing himself up to start rambling. "That's Rory, always serious, always so sincere, don't you get tired of it? I suppose the girls must like it otherwise you would never have managed to get A-"

The Doctor cut himself off, stopping dead in his tracks for the second time as something clicked in him. He crept back into Rory's line of sight and glanced up through his eyelashes at him, a surprisingly effective imitation of a dog that'd chewed through someone's shoes, shoulders up by his ears and hands hovering over the console. "Are you going to tell Amy?" Rory nearly laughed at the sharp return to the subject, imagining how <i>that</i> conversation would go.

"God I hope not, but probably." He sighed. He was just awful at keeping secrets from her, even if the actual conversations were always mortifying. The last time he'd had to do something like it he'd burst into tears and she'd had to swear up and down that she forgave him before he could calm down enough to tell her what it even was. They'd only been 12, but still. "Ohh I'm never going to hear the end of it." The Doctor giggled helplessly at Rory's lamenting, making him break out into matching weak laughter. Thank god, a high note to end on.

"Speaking of- I'd better get back to her before she comes looking and we both get it. Goodnight, Doctor." Rory pushed himself off the console as the Doctor gave him a two-finger salute and a smile, already dreaming of his soft bed and softer wife a few rooms away.

"Goodnight, Rory" Just loud enough to be heard over Rory's socked footsteps on the glass and metal. "And-" he could practically hear the fidgeting. "Thank you.”

The way his voice shook kept Rory from turning around, instead flashing a thumbs up over his head and letting himself wander into the TARDIS back to his bed, more than content to be done with the night.

[camellcat]

the girl with the fairytale name!!!!

full canvas ≽^˶•ﻌ•˵^≼

[crystalromana]

Moffat didn't really get it at the time but it's so funny that he accidently wrote Amy as an Instagram model/Influencer. Rory as an Instagram husband.

[pro-logue-epi-logue]

RANDOM DEVIL'S NIGHT THOUGHTS

~NUMBER 45~

Things that were not in NIGHTFALL but should have been

(There might be some ranting soo bear with it, you may or may not agree with them) ->

1. Emory and winter not even sharing one single sentence.

Are you telling me two bestest of buddies Damon and Will are married but their significant others did not even share 1 single sentence. NOTHING. ZERO. NADA. Yaaa right.

I am suppose to believe it?

But yeah sure Rika was always there. ALWAYS?? Why just why? Just once let banks and winter talk.

2. Two of the most awesome characters of the entire devil's night EMORY SOFIA SCOTT and NIVOKA SARAH BANKS are not best friends???

Let us all not live in a delusional and finally accept the fact that EMORY and BANKS are best buddies.

Like imagine the sarcasm, sass and obviously how they both are now going to humble the Horsemen and everyone else.

They LITERALLY have sooooo many topics to talk about.

They both definitely meet 2 or 3 times a week just these two and chat and be as awesome and cool as they are.

But yes we didn't got this either. I was soo excited when the two best girls em and banks were supposed to meet but did we got it no. Apparently alex was important. * insert eye roll* ( everyone have the same thoughts here lets not lie)

3. Will not explaining his tattoos

William aaron payne grayson III has been obsessed OBSESSED with Emory Scott, we all know that, its no secret.

It was mentioned in corrupt that he got tattoos while he was in jail, WHEN he didn't knew about what em and martin did. WHEN he was hopelessly in love with her.

So i don't believe that 90% of his tattoos are not related to her one way or other. NOPE JUST NOPE.

So we all deserved a chapter when he told her the meaning of his tattoos and what they signifies after they were married.

4. Emory not getting her own wedding

Emory has the most painful life, she was not at all happy when she was in high school. And after she went to Berkeley when her gazebo burned she didn't let herself be happy.

So just once ONCE in her life can this girl get something for her just for her only.

Don't get me wrong the wedding was cute( it wasn't).

But EMORY deserved a day just for her and will that she shouldn't share with anyone else.

After everything she went through all the pain and hardship, and all the things will and emmy together as a couple went through they deserved a day for just them.

5. Emory Scott smiling in the present chapters

In the entire present timeline all we got was will and emmy fighting, I just wanted 1 chapter just her smiling and finally being happy after all the things. It doesn't matter how, she can be alone with micah or rory or even will. Just her happy and smiling.

And i really think this and tattoo excerpt should have been there instead of AA.

6. More time between MICAH , RORY and EM

In the short time em was in blackchurch only micah was nice to her and rory was well him. But the scenes when Micah and Em dances together and when these two cuties stood up for her when the entire Horsemen clan was treating Emory so bad so so bad these 3 have my heart. They are the brothers she deserves.

I even like how she described them during the wedding.

So yes they should have had 1 or 2 more scenes together for example when they all went shopping after the engagement.

7. Emory's Backstory

There was a 9 years gap, 9 YEARS. So much can happen in that time. But we don't know anything, literally anything about her during that time. I genuinely wanted to know how she coped with the break up with the love of her life WILL, how did she survive in that 1 year when he was not there, how was her college life, how was her graduation, her ex-boyfriend ( she must have dated someone right),how is her job. Anything would have worked but no did we got anything, no we didn't. But what did we got, repeated reminder of will and alex( i get it they were together but why throw it in her face when she was already soo insecure). This novel should have focused on those years when will and emmy were apart and how her life was in California instead on ALEX( I said what i said she got way too much page space in a book that wasn't even hers ).

8. Will's reaction to when em told him about the coffee can and Damon's mom

I really wanted to know how will would react when he find out that emmy saved all these things and how they meant the world to her. And specifically how ther were just under the gazebo he burnt.😅. Just there away from him. Its a short distance.

I also wanted to knew what exactly happened that devil's night and did he or did he not put damon down. Did he freak out?

9. Way less of Alex and Aydin

It was a book of WILL GRAYSON and EMORY SCOTT then why was i reading about another couple who didn't even matter.

I am still bitter about how badly alex treated emory and how rude she was to her without knowing anything. And how both AA had more page space in present timeline than will and em themselves.

Because we all know how AMAZING, AWESOME and SUPERB past will and emory were they were everything, they were chef's kiss. So imagine how awesome they would have been if AA weren't there because now they both confessed their feelings and their is no martin( we were robbed big time).

10. Will's and emory's accomplishments

It wasn't mentioned but i know, i just know that will grayson was homecoming king and emory scott was the valedictorian and she even passed college with achievements.

This girl spent every minute of her wake hours for either school,gazebo or her grandma so yeah.

11. An apology

Emory deserved an apology from kai, Michael, ALEX and will also because they all every single one of them treated her as if she wasn't even a human. And i hated what kai said to her. Alex was rude and wanted to hit her( an abuse victim seriously), Alex was mean and kind of bitchy for no reason at all. Will did her wrong as well but i dont want to elaborate on this.

Soo yeah SHE DESERVED AN APOLOGY.

12. Emory and Will talking

Inwas waiting for will and Emory to talk to each other specially about Emory's abuse and Will's trauma. These two suffered the most and only had each other and they only showed their true selves to them only and yet They didn't talk! But yes tell us Rika's wedding dress color and how is it relevant.

13. Emory's parents

Why does the only thing we know about Emmy's parents is how they died? We should know a little more about them, where is their grave, how were they with emmy, their sweet moments together, them celebrating Emmy's birthday, playing with her in the park.

14. Will's emotion on his arrest day

We got to see everyone's pov when they git arrest but not will. He is the most ignored PD male at this point.

[companion-showdown]

Family Feud Nominations, Who is the Best Doctor Who Family

If I've missed a character out of one of the families let me know (within reason, I imagine all these families are massive in the EU, so prioritise tv or significant characters)

Currently, the only rule is no families may inculde anyone who is even ambiguously The Doctor, it'll get super complicated super fast imo

Any characters, eg River, who can link up multiple different families to create a single massive family unit will be treated on a case by case basis. If it is possible to pick one of the smaller family units that they are a part of to include them in while not including them in any of the others (in a way everyone will agree at least makes sense) they will be included in that family only, otherwise they will not be included

Please bare in mind when you are nominating that I am hoping to keep the number of nominations under 64 to run this as a mini-tournament. This is not a hard rule so if nominations do exceed 64 its not a big deal, just something I'd like everyone to bare in mind

Nominees

Chesterton-Wright (Ian, Barbara, implied to be married after they leave)

Waterfield (Victoria, Edward (father))

Lethbridge-Stewart (Kate, The Brigadier, Doris (Brig's wife in Battlefield), Archibald Hamish (TUAT), Gordon (Kate's son in Downtime))

Grant/Jones (Jo, Cliff, Santiago (Jo's grandson in Death of the Doctor))

Smith (Sarah-Jane, Lavinia (aunt), Brendan Richards, Luke, Sky, Mr Smith, K9 (they are her family and I will not be hearing otherwise), Barbara, Eddie (parents in Temptation of Sarah-Jane Smith))

Leela and Andred

Adric and Varsh (brothers)

Nyssa and Tremas (father and daughter)

Jovanka (Tegan, Vanessa (aunt in Logopolis), Colin (cousin in Arc of Infinity))

Turlough (Vislor, Malkon (brother in Planet of Fire))

McShane (Ace, Audrey (mother), Kathleen (grandmother), Liam (brother))

Tyler (Rose, Jackie, Pete, Tony (baby mentioned in Journey's End), no I will not be adding the metacrisis to this list)

Harkness (Jack, Grey, parents, Alice Carter (daughter), Steven Carter(grandson))

Isolas (Fear Her)

Jones (Martha, Francine, Clive, Tish, Leo, Mickey I guess, Leo has a baby as well)

The Family of Blood

Mott-Noble-Temple (Donna, Sylvia, Wilf, Shaun, Rose)

Pond-Williams (Amy, Rory, River, Brian, Anthony)

Owens: (Craig, Sophie, Stormageddon Dark Lord of All)

Gillyflower (Mrs Gillyflower, Ada)

Paternoster (Jenny, Vastra)

Oswald (Clara, Ellie, Dave (parents), grandmother, and I'm going to say Danny makes the cut, Orson)

Potts (Bill, Mother, Moira (foster mother))

O'Brien-Sinclair (Graham, Ryan, Grace, Aaron (Ryan's father))

Khan (Yaz, Najia (mother), Hakim (father), Sonya (sister), Umbreen (grandmother))

Lewis (Dan, Eileen (mother), Neville (father))

Sunday (Ruby, Carla, Cherry, many many foster siblings)

The TARDIS and Lolita

Little House of Cwej

The House of Lungbarrow (Grandfater Paradox, Qenceus, Inocet)

The House of Dvora (Morbius, The War King, Thessalia)

The Langers (Clyde, Carla (mother), Paul (father))

Jackson (Maria, Alan, Chrissie)

Chandra (Rani, Haresh, Gita)

The Wu Diaspora (Cindy Wu and her clones)

Munmeth and Mutmunna (Medicine Man)

Ada and Alice Obiefune

Who (Susan, Barbara, Louise)

Nominations will be open until Friday (03/05), I will try and give a more specific time then

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

it's honestly hilarious to write OFMD and Doctor Who fanfic back-to-back because of the difference in writing violence. In OFMD, the MO is literally "if it's not a member of the main cast, stab away" while in Doctor Who one of the character arcs literally leads to the Doctor not killing the person who has killed millions of people because pacifism/allowing his companions to make choices/etc.

Comedic excessive violence v. pacifist weapon-hating main character fight!

[gurugirl]

The Queen's Secret | Chapter 15*

Summary: Getting Harry onto the property without being noticed was risky, and not everything goes exactly to plan but the reunited pair make the most of their time together.

A/n: They're back! In this, Harry's hair is maybe about prince hair Harry length as he hasn't had it cut in months. There is a link to a shower scene I was inspired by and it's not super NSFW but you might want to check your surrounding before opening it up. I imagine Harry's hair to be about the length of the man's in the video. 7k words

Warning: Angst, mentions of depression and hopelessness, smut

The Queen's Secret Masterlist

Throughout the rest of the evening, William stayed in touch with the plan for getting Harry onto the grounds. Things weren’t solidly in place until the following day, early afternoon. They were waiting on getting him a uniform and badge and it took a little bit of finagling to get everything Harry needed for the scheme to work.

The plan was relatively easy. Rory and the King’s advisor would greet the delivery driver. Harry would be in the back of the van, dressed as a delivery person with glasses, a baseball cap, and a fake beard. He’d be helping unload the van with the driver but wouldn’t get back in the van with the driver once it was time to leave but would be hidden by Rory until the coast was clear.

Harry’s badge had a fake name and he was dressed as an employee of the delivery company. He was also told to keep quiet the whole time because Harry’s voice was rather distinct. There wasn’t going to be an easier or better way to get him into the estate. This was it. If it failed, a lot of people were going to be in trouble.

The Queen was nervous. Her nails were bitten and she couldn’t sit still as the hour approached for the delivery to take place. Rory tried to keep her calm but even she was feeling the pressure. If it didn’t work out, if somehow Harry was made, even with the disguise, everyone would be questioned. No stone would go unturned. Harry would be in more trouble, and who knew what would be decided about everyone else who had a hand in helping to sneak him in?

“Okay, they’re at the gate. I’m going down to direct them where to go and you just need to sit tight. We’ll get him in and it’s going to be okay. You’ll see.”

Y/n had her doubts but that was only because she had no idea what to expect. How would he then be sneaked up to her room without Edgar’s advisor noticing? There wasn’t much that he missed. But the Queen trusted Rory and that was all she had.

Harry was sweating bullets. His fake beard was hot and uncomfortable on his face. His hair had grown out a bit so he already looked a little different but the beard was supposed to really hide his features. The biggest problem was how itchy it was. He could deal with it getting hot but he felt like ripping his skin off about halfway to the estate.

At the gate, the guard checked the driver’s credentials and then he opened the back of the van and took Harry’s badge to look it over. To Harry’s surprise, the guard barely glanced over his face when he handed him back his badge and then waved the van through.

When they parked at the back of the house where the entrance to the kitchen was Harry got out and saw a familiar face right away. The King’s advisor looked at Harry as he directed the men inside but he seemed preoccupied. It was as if there was something else on the advisor’s mind at that moment. Rory greeted them at the door and showed them to the pantry and cool room for storage.

Both men got to work and put all of the groceries where they belonged at Rory’s direction. Harry kept looking around, wondering if the Queen would be standing near but when he made eye contact with Rory he noticed her look of warning. Harry scratched at his beard and took a deep breath to calm himself. But he wouldn’t feel calm until he was with the Queen.

Harry kept his head down and moved quickly unloading and stocking items. His hands were shaking and he was sweating. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was thankful each time he passed into the cold room and still hadn’t been recognized yet. The King’s advisor didn’t seem very interested in the men but Harry still did his best to keep his face turned away just in case.

The unloading went fast. It was much quicker than Harry anticipated and he was grateful but also tense and worried about the final step of the plan. The King’s advisor was standing watch by the van and Harry didn’t know how he was going to be able to pull off not getting back into the van without it not being obvious. Though, it was clear the advisor was distracted by something

Rory thanked the men and walked them back out toward the van. Before they parted, Rory leaned in close enough to whisper to Harry, “Just wait by the back and on my signal close the van doors and run toward the North side of the house and stay ducked behind the large air vent cage. I’ll come and get you.”

Harry stood at the back of the van and tried to be very discreet as he watched Rory for whatever signal she was going to give. But she didn’t need to give it. The driver honked the horn and the King’s advisor looked away from Rory, whom he was speaking with, and walked to the front of the van. Harry closed the van doors and sprinted fifteen feet to the side of the house and saw the air vent cage, ducking behind it and out of sight.

A few minutes later when he saw the van pull out of the drive at the front, he let out the breath he’d been holding. He kept his head down and stayed put until a few minutes went by and Rory ducked down, her face coming into his view, “Stay here a bit longer. Here,” she tossed him a cellphone and looked behind her then back to Harry, ”It’s on silent. I’ll text you when the coast is clear but you’re going to need to follow the directions that I text you.”

And then she was gone. The garden outside of the house was quiet. There weren’t any people on the side of the house where Harry was hidden. It appeared that the staff house was further back on the property. The side he was on bumped up into a tall gate that led to the street at the front. Harry shifted and sat down on the grass under him to get comfortable. He didn’t know how long it would take.

“He’s here. So far so good. We need to wait for everything to clear but once the grouch has returned to his lair we’ll have Harry come inside,” Rory explained to Y/n.

The Queen let out the breath she’d been holding. Her lover was near. She couldn’t wait to see him and hold him and hear his voice. They didn’t have a plan to get him out but they would worry about that later. Just having him with her in her room to see and touch was enough.

She was vibrating with anxiety and excitement. She didn’t want to get too excited, though, just yet. He was still not in the house. It wouldn’t be safe to really feel the joy of nearness until he was in her room. Her skin felt like it was crawling with each minute that passed.

The King’s advisor was taking count of the items delivered and checking for anything unusual. It was part of his job but for some reason, it was taking him longer than normal on this day. A delivery stock count and check would usually only take twenty minutes, but with every minute past that even Rory grew more worried. She decided to check on the advisor, but with the guise of looking for juice for the Queen.

The kitchen looked stocked and ready to go for tomorrow’s meals. The cold room was as it should be, and the pantry was tidy and neat. She swallowed her saliva down her throat when she had a bad feeling in her gut. If the advisor was not here still and hadn’t notified Rory of his dismissal for the night, there weren’t many places he could be.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and then began to leave the back door to make sure that Harry was still hidden. When she walked along the back of the house she saw no sign of the advisor once again and felt her heart pounding in her chest. She would lose her job, she would be expected to move from her home, and she would never again get a job doing anything in her field if the King had anything to do with it. Not to mention the trouble everyone else would be in.

Before she could turn to walk toward the North side of the house she heard her name being called from behind her. She turned and it was the advisor. He was just coming out of the back door, clutching his stomach.

“Hey, sorry. I had a bathroom emergency and I think I’m just going to call it night. Not feeling the best. But I’m here if you need anything.”

She could have cried. It was a relief to know that he was only in the bathroom and that he hadn’t found Harry. She nodded, “Oh. Well, I hope you feel better. I will see you tomorrow then?”

That explains his distracted and strange behavior during the delivery, Rory thought to herself.

He nodded at her and walked away. She watched him re-enter the house and she leaned up against the bricks and breathed. It was okay. She was okay. She just needed to make sure the advisor went to his room before getting Harry inside. She went back into the house through the kitchen at the back and walked through into the long hallway that led to the wing of the house where the advisor’s room was. She silently walked by the door and listened to make sure he was inside and could hear another door close from within. Probably his ensuite bathroom door. The poor guy actually wasn’t feeling well. Maybe that was lucky.

Instead of texting Harry, Rory quickly made her way to the man who was hidden behind the vent cage and waved at him, “Let’s go.” Plans changed fast but this worked out perfectly.

Harry followed behind Rory and they went upstairs to where the Queen’s room was. Rory gave three knocks to the door before turning the knob and Harry felt like he was going to faint. His entire body was shaking with anticipation of seeing his love for the first time in months. He’d dreamt of the moment he could wrap her in his arms again.

Rory pulled Harry into the room behind her and closed the door quickly. The moment the pair saw one another they both let out gasps and their teary reunion had Rory smiling and silently leaving them alone.

Y/n rushed toward Harry as quickly as she could and Harry took three long strides in the Queen’s direction before they were finally embracing at last. No words were spoken in the immediate moments. Harry tucked his face into her neck and she squeezed him as tight to her body as she could. And their anticipation of the moment and nerves turned to tears. Tears of relief, of happiness, of all the things they’d missed.

When they began to calm down from their emotional meeting, Harry pulled back and looked down at the Queen and cupped her face in his hands, “I love you so much.”

The Queen smiled and put her hands up to his face and over his fake beard, “You look so rugged and scrappy like this, Harry,” she laughed before pulling him down to her to kiss him.

Harry smiled into the kiss at her words but then his mind was blank with no other thought than being with the Queen, in her room, after all this time.

It was hard not to feel overwhelmingly excited. Harry had to get his fake beard off first, though. The Queen sat on the bathroom counter and helped him with it and he couldn’t keep his hands off her belly or her face or her hair or her arms… He was almost in shock that he was seeing her in person. It didn’t feel real. It was a dream. One he’d had many times that ended with him waking up alone and devastated.

He got her caught up on what had happened with him and where he was living and the Queen really didn’t have much to tell Harry. She’d been locked away in the estate and hadn’t had much outside contact. The King hadn’t even come to visit her. The baby was healthy and so far, her pregnancy had been relatively normal. Though she was the Queen of Manon and had special massages and therapy, the best food, and lots of help (which was actually quite the opposite of normal), but otherwise, normal.

When Harry’s fake beard was finally off and the sticky residue cleaned up, she ran her fingers through his hair as she stayed on the bathroom counter, “Your hair is getting long. I kind of like it,” she smiled as she took him in.

He looked tired. But his eyes were still bright. She knew he was a sensitive soul and that being away from one another was probably harder on him than it had been on her. But truthfully, she’d had an awful time being away from him herself. She just dealt with it in ways that weren’t as self-destructive as Harry had. She moped and cried in private. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath some days. She’d wake up from gut-wrenching dreams that began happily and ended with either waking up to the crushing realization that it was only a dream or having a terrifying end that left her shaking and gasping for air.

But she ate and kept herself hydrated and she meditated and painted and read books in the garden. She didn’t know of any other way to feel normal and it was all she could do to keep going. She had a baby growing inside of her. Harry’s baby. And that was her greatest motivation.

Harry had gone through a depressive episode. He’d go days with no food. Not showering, not brushing his teeth, only dragging himself from his couch to drink water to survive. And he didn’t care if he lived some days. If it was without Y/n and only with limited contact with his kids, he didn’t see the point. Getting up from the bed or the couch was painful. Every movement, every waking minute was a reminder of his Queen. His body ached and it hurt to clean himself or to make a sandwich and take a bite.

But some days he was better and he could eat and he’d clean himself and brush his teeth and drink water and watch TV. But now that he was here with her he felt the happiest he’d been in so long that it made his head feel light and dream-like.

When he got the visit from Scott last night it was a shock. He hadn’t had any guests since he’d moved away from Manon. And the moment Y/n’s name left Scott’s lips Harry felt alive and like a real-live man again. He suddenly had a reason to move and eat and take a shower.

So that very morning he did clean himself up. He washed his hair and his body, brushed and flossed his teeth, ate a meal, a real one, drank coffee and juice, and then brushed and flossed his teeth again for good measure. He turned on the radio and listened to some music and he found clean underwear to wear.

He felt like he could thrive once again. He felt like there was nothing to lose and so without Scott having to even convince him, Harry was already diving into the logistics of how he could get to see his Queen again.

In the Queen’s room, there was a sitting area with two loveseats and a table. Harry had her pulled into his arms, her back to his chest as he kept his palms spread over her tummy as they were lounging on the loveseat. The pair talked about everything there was to talk about and in between Harry pressed sweet kisses to Y/n’s neck.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n. I love your belly. I think you’re more beautiful now than when I first met you.”

The Queen smiled and slid her hand up behind her and pulled Harry's head down, angling herself to kiss his lips.

“I love you, my Prince. I’m so happy you’re here with me. It feels like a dream doesn’t it?”

They both agreed. It didn’t feel real. But it was. They were together at last.

With the softest touches and the gentlest kisses and the nearness of their bodies, Harry couldn’t help it when he started to get an erection. He was happy to just hold Y/n. He didn’t need to have sex with her. In fact, even with his prick getting a mind of its own at that moment, he felt he could live his days out happily ever after never having sex again as long as he was with his Queen for the rest of his life.

And Y/n felt the little poke in her low back and she let out a small laugh, “My my my… what have we here, Harry?” She tilted her head back and looked up at him with a smirk.

Harry shook his head, “Just a natural reaction because I’m so happy. I’m not here for sex, Y/n. I promise. I’m just here for you. To be near you and hold you.”

Y/n felt the same quite frankly. She was so happy to be with Harry nothing else mattered in life. But that didn’t mean her own body didn’t react to being so close to him and hearing his deep raspy voice in her ear. It didn’t matter to her if they had sex or not. But of course, her body’s base response to the happiness was being a bit turned on.

“Well, I mean… I wouldn’t mind more than just being held. But of course, I’m so happy that you’re here that it doesn’t matter. I’m just… it feels like the most peaceful and beautiful thing ever to have you here with me. Whether we get crazy in the bed or not,” she laughed.

Harry nuzzled his face into her neck and smiled, “That’s how I feel. Nothing matters except you and you’re here and I’m here and I’m so happy,” Harry sighed and his heart pounded with love and adoration, “but getting crazy in the bed? You’re pregnant my love. You probably don’t want to be having sex anyway right now. At least not crazy sex.”

The Queen laughed again and pulled herself out of Harry’s arms so she could turn and look at him, “Are you kidding? Harry, my hormones are insane right now. I haven’t had an orgasm in weeks and I can guarantee you that I can handle a wild romp in the sack with you. I’m just saying, it doesn’t matter to me at this very second if we do or not because literally having you here is the most amazing thing in the world and it’s all I need. But I wouldn’t turn down sex. It’s actually probably good for me to be honest.”

Harry pondered her words. He also hadn’t had an orgasm, but in his case, it had been months. He hadn’t even touched himself because there was no way he would ever get hard again if he was around Y/n. And depression can really lower one’s libido. Harry imagined to himself that he’d never have sex again. But now? He could certainly enjoy sex and being next to Y/n with her bright face, her pregnant belly, her scent, her lips, and her soft hips that have begun to widen in preparation for the birth of his child. His child. This woman was his and she was carrying his baby. It was probably the sexiest thing he could ever imagine and she was the sexiest she’d ever been. Her face was more rounded, her breasts were clearly larger, and he bet her thighs were even thicker and more bitable than they were the last time he’d made love to her.

And those thoughts didn’t help the growing boner in his pants. The Queen smiled at him as she realized the way he was looking at her, his eyes roaming her new body, though she was covered in clothes, he acted as if he saw her naked before him. And that realization made a breath catch in her throat and created a buzz with the anticipation of perhaps having him again. It wasn’t necessary, but god would it be nice. She swallowed as she brought her hand up his chest and placed her palm on his jaw, “You’re so handsome, Harry. If you want me, I’m yours. In every way. I have been for a long time. If you just want to sleep with me in your arms, I’ll be the happiest woman on Earth. If you want to have sex with me and find relief, again, happiest woman on Earth,” she smiled at him and pulled him in so she could kiss his lips.

Harry’s mouth began to water involuntarily as their lips slotted together and he began to tear up from the overwhelming emotions coursing through him. He pulled her into his lap and she straddled his legs but her bump made it a little harder to get as close as he wanted.

“What if I did want to? I could be gentle. I’d make sure you come…” he parted from the kiss and Y/n nodded at him.

“I’d love it. And you don’t need to be too gentle, Harry. I’m healthy and my body is still strong. I can handle you.”

Harry leaned forward and grasped under her thighs and lifted her up, bringing her to the bed.

Y/n hadn’t been carried in a long time and it felt like a thrill. She knew what was to come if Harry was doing it and it would be good. It would be delicious. His mouth connected to her neck and her jaw and then down to the top of the neckline of her dress.

Harry positioned her in a way he thought would be the most comfortable and he kissed down her arms and she sighed at his touches and kisses.

When Harry lowered his face over her belly he brought his hands down to her legs and smoothed them upward to the hem of her dress and looked up at her, “Do you want me to make love to you? Do you want me to make you feel good?”

Y/n’s grin and nod had Harry grinning back at her as he lifted her dress up. She was wearing panties that covered everything and the moment he saw the bare bump of her belly he groaned and kissed every inch of her swollen tummy, “That’s my baby in there. Our baby,” he looked up at her with soft eyes and brought his lips down to kiss over her belly button and Y/n moaned. He’d only kissed her tummy but it was so erotic. So sweet. So sexy.

Harry’s mouth dropped to her panties and he inhaled her scent. It had been too long. He put his hands on her thighs and backed away so he could get a good look. He was right. Her thighs were meatier and more bitable than ever. Her pregnant body did wonders for her. She was so incredibly beautiful and womanly.

“Y/n… you’re more beautiful than I can describe. I’ve never seen anything more stunning ever. Can I lick your pussy for a little bit? If you want?” He looked at her and Y/n moaned.

“Please, Harry. You don’t need permission. I want whatever you want to give me. Just do it…” she panted. She was beginning to feel the desperate need to orgasm now that Harry had begun foreplay with her. She hadn’t felt like this in a long time and now she was nearly shaking with want. She didn’t realize she’d feel this way, but there was no turning back now. She required release. Her body was vibrating and now it was a necessity.

“I’m at your service my Queen,” Harry grinned as he put his fingers into her panties and pulled them down. An audible gasp fell from his lips when he saw her pussy. She hadn’t shaved or trimmed herself. She physically wasn’t able to with how her belly was in the way. But she knew he wouldn’t mind it. And he didn’t. Not at all. She was perfection incarnate.

Harry licked and kissed her inner thighs until Y/n was nearly dripping. She was surprised by her body’s reaction but then again, it had been so long, perhaps her body was doing the thinking for her.

“Hold on,” Y/n spoke in a whisper as she lifted herself up and stuffed pillows behind her back. She could hardly see Harry with her tummy in the way but she wanted to be able to have a partial view at least.

Harry watched her get herself situated and he licked his lips. He was feeling ravenous. He was starved for her. His body was so tense with an ache that started from his groin and ended at his toes that he knew he wasn’t going to last once he got inside of her, so he needed to go slowly with her and give her some pleasure before he lost control. Because he thought he just might lose control of his ability to hold back. He was already throbbing in his pants.

Y/n scooted herself toward Harry and opened her legs and Harry immediately lowered over her once again. He placed his mouth over her cunt and more tears were pulled from his eyes at the taste and the notion of simply being with Y/n at all. It had him emotional and overwhelmed but he would not take the moment for granted.

And Y/n could feel his gratefulness all over her body. He was a man who loved her and wanted her to feel good. She felt his love and his devotion. And not just because he was licking away at her warm crease and slurping her clit. Everything he did was with care and adoration to her body and to her soul.

Y/n had been so worked up and had gone far too long without the release of an orgasm that she was a quivering mess, covering her mouth to keep her cries at bay. Her own tears were rolling down her face as Harry dined on her and with her free hand she reached down to put her fingers into Harry’s curls. There was a lot more hair to hold on to and she loved it. She couldn’t see his face but she could see the top of his head and it was a scene from a beautiful dream she’d had just the week before.

Her orgasm wracked her body. She was devastated by the shock of it. She held her hand over her mouth and shouted into her palm and cried as she tried closing her legs together when Harry licked and lapped her clit. His fingers inside of her increased the pressure of her orgasm and she was thankful for his attention to all her spots. She’d almost forgotten how good it all felt.

When Harry could tell she was too sensitive and she began to pull at his hair he lifted up to see her face. She had tears streaming from her eyes the same as he did. He fell to the bed next to her and dragged her into his arms and kissed her. More tears fell from both of them as Harry moved his hand along her soft thigh and up to her bare hip.

Harry sat up and pulled Y/n to sit up and he silently helped her pull her dress off over her head. She was left in only a basic bra, which he realized he needed to take off right away. Her breasts were swollen and round and he needed them in his mouth that instant.

He struggled with the clasp at the back and kept his lips on hers the whole time. Y/n moved her hand down to Harry’s pants button and plucked at the material. Harry got the hint. The moment her bra was released he hastily unbuttoned his pants and tore them down his legs. Y/n then put her hands on his shirt and it was removed just as quickly. Harry was in a hurry to get his tongue on her nipples.

The moment he leaned down over her, he gently brought her down to the bed again and he sucked and kissed her breasts. He swiped his tongue all around her flesh on both sides and used the flat of his tongue on her nipples before sucking them into his mouth.

“God, Harry. I love you so much.”

Harry moaned over her nipples and lifted up, keeping his hands at her boobs and kneading them gently together, “Baby, I love you so much. Look at you. Fuck. I can’t be away from you ever again,” his face was pained as he said it and looked from her belly to her breasts then to her beautiful face.

She brought a hand up to his jaw and smiled at him, “I don’t think I could last another minute without you again either. Now, will you fuck me?”

Harry breathed out a laugh and nodded, “Of course, I will. I’m only gonna last one minute so please be kind to me, my love. It’s been months and you’re so fucking sexy right now that I’m losing my mind. I’m about to come right now and I’m not even touching my prick,” he chuckled as he situated himself in between her legs.

Y/n readjusted the pillows so she could see him and she just loved him so much, “Harry, don’t worry. I don’t care. I just want to feel you, even if it is for only a minute,” she laughed.

Harry shook his head and grasped his aching cock. He stayed on his knees as he moved up to her and the moment he touched his crown to her wet slit he became light-headed and he groaned into the room.

“Shit. Sorry…” he whispered. He had to keep quiet. At least a little quiet. No one would likely hear them given that the Queen’s room was the lone bedroom in the East wing of the house.

Y/n wriggled her hips and slid herself over him a little in anticipation of the initial thrust. She couldn’t wait to feel it again.

Harry closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath before looking back down at his beautiful love under him. It was the most thrilling thing he’d experienced in… perhaps his entire life. The way in which he’d been snuck to her, had gone months without her, had nearly given up hope, and now all of this at once was like nothing he could describe. He’d had amazing life experiences before yes. He’d never forget the birth of his children and the love he had for them. But this was different. This was like having his life handed back to him. His heart finding repair and solace with the love of his life.

Harry gently held the base of his shaft as he rutted his hips forward and felt his tip pass through her the circular muscle at her entrance and then glide into her vagina. He dropped his mouth open and Y/n’s jaw went slack as her eyes widened.

“Yes… Harry that feels so perfect. Oh my god…” she felt her entire body begin to shake. It felt like the kind of shivering one gets when they’re cold and their body is trying to warm up. But she was not cold at that moment. She was excited and her body was reacting all on its own.

“Holy… oh my… baby you’re shaking. Are you okay?” Harry stopped, though his body wanted to continue, he needed to be sure she was fine. He felt her entire body quake and her skin had goosebumps.

“I feel incredible Harry. I can’t stop shaking, though. I think it’s because I’m so excited,” she put her hands down over his thighs and Harry began to thrust slowly into her.

They both sighed at the complex feelings they were sharing. It was physically amazing and perfect. But also they were happier than ever to be together. They felt at ease and at peace finally, but the excitement and the anticipation of the moment had them bubbling over with involuntary bodily movements and responses.

Harry felt his balls squeeze up to his body as he was so close to orgasm but he wanted to last just a moment longer. He wanted to feel it and feel her.

He didn’t dare look down to where they were connected quite yet because that would have been his undoing. He kept his eyes on her bright face and shook his head in disbelief of the moment, “I love you. I love you, Y/n...” his panted words were only I love you’s and breathy gasps of her name as he felt her slick insides caress his cock when he moved in and out.

His girth was getting to her. It was fulfilling and it made her think the nastiest, dirtiest thoughts. She knew how big he was. She tried not imagining it during the months without him, but now? She let her mind wander to the way he knew how to use what he had and how long he was and the ache it caused when he dipped too deep.

But Harry was being a little gentler because he could feel her tighter toward the end as he pushed in.

Y/n put her hand up to his chest to stop him, “Harry… can we switch positions? I think it’ll be easier on my body if you’re behind me. Is that okay?” She wanted to keep going like he was but she felt her heavy tummy on her body and knew it would be more enjoyable if she was in a different position. Lying flat on her back with her pregnant belly was uncomfortable, as good as he felt.

Harry had no problem switching. He was in rapture just being in Y/n’s presence, “Anything you want, my love.”

She rolled to her side and then pushed herself up to her hands and knees and pulled at Harry’s hand so he’d scoot in with her.

Harry smoothed his hands over her bottom and then down to her thighs and grazed over her labia. In this position, Y/n’s lips were spread apart and he could see her entrance, shiny and ready for him.

Harry grabbed the base of his cock and poked it at the Queen’s little hole and slowly pushed back into her. He realized that with Y/n like this he could press in further and her very loud moan was evidence of how deep he’d been able to get.

“Oh, fuck!” She breathed out into the room. It had been so long since she’d had sex and Harry’s length was always something to reckon with. With her ass in the air and her palms digging into the mattress below Harry began to work into her slowly but she needed more. She placed your fingers over her clit (which was a bit harder to reach these days) and began to push herself back against his thrusts.

Harry leaned over Y/n’s back, his arm coming down next to her and he added a hand to her clit as well, rubbing with her as he continued rocking his hips into her.

He dropped his mouth to the Queen’s shoulder blade as he tried to control himself but she could tell he was struggling. His pace was erratic and he was gasping and shaking.

“Come inside of me, Harry. Please. You deserve to come now,” she panted her words. She was okay. She knew that now that he was here there would be plenty more orgasms. For now, the Queen wanted the father of her baby to have some relief. He looked like he needed it more than she did.

Harry let out a coo and then he sat back so he could watch his dick sliding in and out of her pretty pussy, increasing the speed just slightly before he sputtered out a deep moan and thrust into her with finality, coating her insides with his come.

Harry’s breaths were ragged and his cock twitched and pumped for what seemed like the longest orgasm he’d ever had. It probably was in all honesty. He hadn’t orgasmed in months. He hadn’t been interested. But now it felt like every tense muscle in his body relaxed, his mind calmed, his heart beat with happiness, and he was fulfilled.

“So good, Harry. Yes… Mmmm… I love you…” Y/n softly spoke to Harry when she felt him coming. It felt so good having him touch her again. Having him inside of her. Making him come. But this time, it felt so different. It was the feeling of something very real and very tender. It had a permanence to it like no other time had. The Queen felt like she could never again be away from Harry. She couldn’t fathom sending him off again. She couldn’t imagine going back to Edgar with her child and raising it away from Harry. She couldn’t allow that to happen.

When Harry finally regained his composure he gently brought himself and Y/n down to the bed and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with appreciation and with love. He skimmed his hands over her round tummy, “I love you, Y/n. I missed you so much.”

The lovers lay together in silence touching and kissing until Y/n heard Harry’s stomach growl, “Are you hungry?” She asked with a laugh.

Harry sighed out through his nose with a smile on his face, “I am. But it’s okay. I can wait. Don’t want you going to…” but Harry’s sentence was cut short when Y/n peeled herself out of Harry’s arms and reached for her cell phone on the nightstand.

She typed out a quick message to Rory and then put her phone back down and looked at harry with a smile, “I’m not going anywhere. Rory’s going to bring some sandwiches for us. I’m hungry too,” she said as she put her hands over her bump.

Harry shook his head and laughed as he dragged Y/n back into his arms, “Forgot you’re a Queen for a second.”

The pair got dressed before Rory delivered to them their food. Y/n thanked Rory and hugged her, “I owe you so much for all of this. Thank you.” And Rory knew Y/n wasn’t referring to the food.

“So you haven’t even masturbated? In months?” Y/n was in shock. Even she had masturbated. It had been infrequent but she masturbated when she was really feeling needy and pent up.

Harry nodded as he chewed his last bite of sandwich, “Months. Was too depressed. I didn’t even want it.”

They discussed what it had been like to be apart. They were both depressed but on very different levels. Harry had already admitted how he’d spiraled and had lost his grip. How he didn’t shower often, didn’t eat often, and wouldn’t leave his bed some days. But he also told her about his dreams and how they made things worse. And he considered finding something he could take that would make him stop dreaming. Because waking up after a sweet dream was torture. But at the same time, the dreams were solace and something he didn’t want to be without if he couldn’t have her with him.

“But you’re here now, Harry. I don’t want to ever be away from you again,” she touched his knee as she spoke. She felt so guilty for everything but she would be sure to make it right.

With their bellies full Harry suggested a shower before going to bed. He had been sweaty before arriving at the estate and then sex just made things messier.

At first, the shower was sweet. Harry rubbed body wash over Y/n’s breasts and her belly and Y/n enjoyed the way he was so gentle and attentive. He sponged soft kisses on her shoulders and her neck. But the more kisses he gave her, the softer he was, the way he held her and watched her and touched her… all that sweetness turned into something that brought Y/n’s heart rate back up and had her insides turning again.

She reached up to kiss him and the sweet moment turned into the pair panting and licking. Harry’s prick perked up again and Y/n palmed over him. The Prince couldn’t help himself. The Queen couldn’t help herself. Even though they were meant to be cleaning up after having sex, they were both aroused and ready to make love once again.

Harry held her face and kept their lips together, mouths opening and closing, heavy breaths through noses, water bouncing off of their bodies as they ignored the task at hand. There was a new task now.

“Take me to the bed, Harry.”

Ch. 16

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13 in 'The God Complex'

I saw a Reddit post a while ago asking 'what episode would you like to see a different Doctor tackle', and now it's been ages but i had some thoughts, and can't stop thinking about it, and just desperately need to write them down somewhere so here if you're seeing this: sorry, you've got to deal with my ramblings now.

This could replace ‘Legend of the Sea Devils’ wholesale. It was most people's least favourite centenary special, so hopefully we’re not losing much. OR, if you want to wrangle 4 specials in that year, it comes between ‘Eve of the Daleks’ and LotSD, which I’ll elaborate on later.

Arrival:

13 genuinely intends to follow through with “that moment on the beach where you tell me everything”, directly says as much at the end of EotD. Instead of fobbing it off with “whatever happened to the lost treasure of the Flor de la Mar”, they ARE going to San Munrohvar, which Yaz is ecstatic about.

In the OG God Complex (quick reminder: 11/Amy/Rory originally), it’s Amy’s faith in the Doctor which brings them there, and it’s the same now. Except it’s not just the generic faith of a particularly attached companion, it’s the exact specific moment of Yaz knowing she’s about to get that conversation.

Her faith is both restored, and about to be rewarded. After years of asking, and wondering, and being fobbed off, finally the Doctor is opening up. And right after Yaz’s coming out to Dan? Wow - what if!

They aren’t there because Yaz “has faith in the Doctor”, they’re there now because in the exact moment the TARDIS launched, that faith was higher and more intense that it has ever been.

Dan:

Common complaint is that Dan’s a bit of a blank slate – Diane, Liverpool, nice bloke. Fun moments, but not enough time to really develop as a character. I’m not going to make a spectacular reveal here and give him an amazing arc, but at the very least we have a chance to make that blank-slatedness really work. He takes on Rory’s role in the story:

13’s Room:

We never see 11’s room, only hear the TARDIS’ cloister bell as he looks in. The implication, of course, is that he’s afraid of dying – permanently. Trenzalore, no more regenerations. Very nice and subtle for 11’s arc/personality – the old man disguising himself as a 20-something.

13 has a very different problem: she’s the Timeless Child, she’s been alive for potentially a billion years before her memories begin, and she’s still regenerating. 11 is afraid of regenerations running out; 13 is afraid they’ll never run out.

It’s harder to convey my idea here with just a noise, not showing the inside of the room itself, so I will describe what I imagine the room to look like, but if there’s a way to do this without showing the viewer, that’d obviously be great.

Her room is a field of graves: “Susan Foreman”, “Sarah-Jane Smith”, “Alastair Lethbridge-Stewart”, “Donna Noble”, “Amy + Rory Williams” (an exact copy of the grave from ‘The Angels take Manhattan’), “Clara Oswald”, River('s Screwdriver/Neural Relay sitting on a Library server?), “Bill Potts”, “Yasmin Khan”, even one written in Gallifreyan (could be inferred to be the Master, but not directly stated). Only a brief look, but enough for someone to pause it and read a bunch of companions’ names.

Many are faded, symbolising a fear that one day she’ll be so old with so many lost loved ones, there simply won’t be room for all of them, and she’ll starting to forget their names and faces. Thousands more we can’t read, the people she’s yet to meet across all her future lives, and they will age and die all the same. In the centre, she’s still there. Alive, young, never dying. Maybe it’s not even Jodie standing there – maybe it’s Ncuti Gatwa, or some completely other actor: ‘generic future self’.

This is the moment of tragedy for her. After her own chat with Dan, the fireworks, seeing Sarah + Nick happy, she had decided to give it a try with Yaz. But seeing this room is what changes that. This is the moment she says to herself:

In OG, this happens immediately after 11 effectively invites Rita to join the crew, but maybe we can swap these around. So 13 sees this, completely psyches herself out of pursuing a relationship with Yaz, knows in her heart that her biggest fear is losing more and more and more people, but seeing Rita being a little bit brilliant again makes 13 invite her along anyway. She can’t help it – a clever little human working their way in, no matter what. Bittersweet.

Speaking of:

Rita:

Another young Muslim woman who’s a little bit brilliant and a little bit too brave? In all of time and space, it’s a bit weird for a bottle episode to have someone who, on the face of it, is basically a carbon copy of our main companion, right? We’ll see.

13 gets along with Rita just as 11 did. Maybe Dan is the butt of the ‘with regret, you’re fired’ joke. Maybe in a moment alone, Dan can crack a line to Rita that ‘she’s got a thing for clever Muslim gals’. But of course, most importantly, Rita and Yaz have a bit of bonding over their shared faith. Rita mentions ‘Jahannam’ in the OG, and we can use that to get some insight to Yaz’s faith. We know she’s practicing-enough to visit a Mosque (mentioned in Rosa), but really we get very little exploration of what Islam truly means to her throughout Chibnall’s run. Give Yaz something personal that isn’t tied to the Doctor, y’know.

Then, the phone call when Rita is about to die. Like 11, 13 tries to talk her into coming back: maybe she can save her, she really wants to save her. She can’t convince Rita, but Yaz takes the phone off of her. Two young women of the same religion have a heart-to-heart about faith and rapture and Jahannam. They both start off thinking Yaz was brought here for the same reason Rita was (and the viewer does too) – stealing their religion from them.

BUT, Rita gradually realises that isn’t true for Yaz. She realises that Yaz’s faith in the Doctor is stronger: “if you come back, the Doctor can save [you/us]”. That brief, shining moment of beauty that Yaz felt when the Doctor confirmed she would follow through on ‘tell[ing] you everything’ was so powerful, it eclipsed her religious faith. Not forever, she hasn’t become an atheist, but the novelty, the cocktail of love, and rewarded patience, and anticipation, and trust – for a tiny moment, it out-shone her other faith, and that’s why the TARDIS was pulled in by the eponymous God Complex.

Maybe Rita says it explicitly, or maybe she doesn’t. Either way, Yaz also realises what Rita has seen, but the Doctor isn’t privy to Rita’s side of the conversation (because… phone). They hang up, turn off the cameras, and Rita dies. If Yaz hadn’t let the Doctor take over her life and heart, could she have saved Rita? Did someone die because she failed as a Muslim? (Obviously the answer is no – that’s not how faith/religion works, and Rita was dead anyway because that is how the minotaur works, but the point is Yaz has a total crisis here)

As with the OG, the very next scene is the Doctor’s ‘I figured it out’ moment.

Yaz is hit with a whole fresh wave of guilt. The whole reason they’re here, the thing that killed Rita – and the Doctor agrees with that assessment (the Doctor couldn’t hear Rita, so this obviously isn’t actually the Doctor saying ‘you’re right, you got her killed’ – the Doctor would never think or say something like that – but that’s what it feels like to Yaz).

Yaz’s Room:

Now this is what’s really beautiful about the change from 11 to 13. Amy and Yaz’s rooms are the same thing. Amy’s is a little girl waiting by a window for her Raggedy Man to come back; abandoned. Yaz’s is a young woman in a basic white TARDIS console room, surrounded by sticky notes and sheets of paper, after hundreds of failed attempts to make it fly, waiting for the Doctor to come back from Gallifrey; abandoned.

[Quick side-note: the moment between Amy and Gibbis where she says ‘I thought that room was for me’ about the Weeping Angels still works for Yaz. In her only meeting with the Angels, what was the result? They took the Doctor away from her for 3 years]

11’s speech to Amy, tearing down the image of him in her head – saving her life by pretending he can’t – absolutely stunning. But 13 has even more to work with here: Amy/Rory, Clara (died because she became too much like the Doctor – hello Yaz), River. The added tragedy of breaking not just a friend, but someone who is actively in love with her and who she shares those feelings for, and the only way to save Yaz’s life is to shatter those feelings.

AND: Bill. "Remember that man who tried to kill you, Graham, and Ryan in a plane crash the instant he met you? The man who tried to kill us all on Gallifrey, and is ultimately the reason I left you, vanishing for 10 months? The man you’re most afraid of, of every villain we’ve met together? I TRIED TO HELP HIM. I put his redemption above Bill and Nardole’s safety because ‘[he’s] the only one person that I’ve ever met who’s even remotely like me’ (direct quote, btw(!) – ‘World Enough and Time’), and it got her mercilessly killed and converted. That’s the sort of person I am, and now I’m about to get you killed too."

Falling Action:

Because Yaz is a little bit brilliant, and coming into her own as “becoming like the Doctor”, like Clara did, she later works out that the speech in her room was ‘the plan all along^TM’ to get rid of the minotaur, and starts to patch herself up by telling herself that the Doctor didn’t really mean not to trust her. So Yaz presses, once again, asking for the Doctor to tell her something about herself.

The Doctor, of course, actually was being genuine, because her own room – the field of graves – scared her that much. 11 rebuffs Amy’s question, continuing with his exposition about the prison. 13 does the same to Yaz. The episode started with Yaz being elated that the Doctor would finally open up, and ends with 13 reverting back to closed-off, and refusing to answer a personal question. Because 13 saw what was in her room, and decided, against everything they both wanted 45 minutes ago, that she can’t fix herself.  So back in the box it goes.

Then:

From 11’s perspective, this could be perceived as bittersweet. He’s still afraid of death, but at least there’s someone here and now commiserating with him. Maybe it would be a gift, and maybe he can accept it in time, and go to Trenzalore in peace. But for 13, it’s just bitter. 'Yes, it would be a gift – if only I could ever have it. But at least I can grant it to you.'

We can either do the beach scene now, ‘can’t fix myself’…

(and then in my ideal world, alter Power of the Doctor to give us a slightly happier end / opening up / explaining 13's hotel room / Thasmin kiss, because god knows us gays need someone to throw us a bone – but that’s not important right now, not relevant to 13!GodComplex)

Or this is where the Doctor goes ‘let’s fuck about looking for the Flor de la Mar’, cue LotSD. Again we see the contrast between her genuine intent to be honest with Yaz 45 minutes ago vs fobbing it off now. Yaz’s heart is broken for real, just after she managed to convince herself that the Doctor’s speech in the hotel room was all a trick.

I can't stop thinking about it, because Doctor Who has consumed my every waking moment for the last 2 months...