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Not Leaving You

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Prompt - "You need to leave."

Requested - anon

The Doctor never said more about his past than he had to. Most of the people who travelled with him never asked too many questions, too caught up in the life that came with knowing the Doctor to ask about who he really was. When they did ask he gave them just enough to stop asking. 

He didn’t know what was different about you. When you asked he found he didn’t mind sharing a part of himself with you, a part of himself that nobody else knew. He couldn’t say for sure why because it ached his hearts terribly to talk about a life long gone but it was a little bit easier with you at his side.

You were a curious thing too, he’d lost count of how many times he’d lost you, you wandering off, too distracted by something or other and ready with a million and one questions by the time the Doctor finally did find you.

He knew sooner or later you’d be curious about him too, once you found out he had two hearts that had taken up about a week’s worth of conversation, you asking questions about Time Lords and what else was different about them, not knowing that there were no more Time Lords out there and missing the sad look that the Doctor forced off his face.

He had taken you to a planet he had found many, many years ago, one that made his chest feel warm and a smile pull on his face as you repeated the name after him, the word Zirafell sounding as beautiful as the planet itself coming from your lips. He had never shown it to anyone before but there was something so extraordinarily different about you that he wanted to share all his hiding spots and secrets with you.

The two of you were sitting in the field, the TARDIS parked not too far away. The grass was littered with little pink and blue flowers and a lilac lake glistened under the two suns in front of you.

“Where are you from anyway?” You asked softly, breaking the peaceful silence that had settled between you causing the Doctor to look at you in surprise but you kept your gaze on the lake.

“Me? Oh nowhere really.” The Doctor answered after a few beats of silence, watching as a frown pulled at your face.

“Everyone’s from somewhere.” You told him, finally turning to face him and seeing the discomfort on his face. You wondered whether to push it but before you could decide the Doctor spoke again.

“Not me. Not anymore.” The Doctor sighed and you stayed silent for a moment, just looking at him.

His gaze was on something just passed your shoulder, refusing to look at you as his mind played memories from long before you could even imagine. You wanted to know what he was thinking about though, wanted to know what put that sort of look on a person's face. 

“You could always go back home.” You told him, keeping your voice soft.

The Doctor looked back at you, a sad smile spreading across his face. You hadn’t seen that smile in a while, of course you’d seen it plenty when you’d first met him. A sad man sitting alone looking like his whole world had fallen apart around him and there was nothing he could do about it.

It took some time but eventually he told you about the people he’d lost and how travelling with him was dangerous. He had told you he’d take you home, that he’d understand if you wanted to leave but you just wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for a hug, smiling into his chest when he gripped you tight.

“Not even I can do that.” The Doctor laughed softly, no amusement in it as he turned to look out at the lake. He never wanted to talk about it, about all that pain and suffering, about what he had done and yet sat here with you, he wanted you to know that sad, angry, lonely part of him. 

“My home’s long gone, Y/N.” The Doctor said after a long silence where you had figured he wasn’t going to share anything with you. “It was a beautiful place, you’d have loved it. I’d love to have shown you. The Time Lords, my people, the universe was so much brighter with them in it. People would cheer when they saw one and now, now they’re gone, my planet’s gone.”

“What happened to it?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper as you looked at him, his eyes glazed over. 

“There was a war.” He told you, swallowing around a lump in his throat. “It doesn’t matter, but nobody won that day. Nobody ever really wins I suppose. Everyone died. Everyone but me.”

When you first saw the Doctor, before you knew who he was, you just referred to him as the sad man. Watching him now you couldn’t think of a better way to describe him, the sad man, the sad man who was all alone in the universe, the sad man who had lived through the destruction of his whole planet, his whole race.

The sad man with a magical box who spent his life bringing hope everywhere he went.

“The last of the Time Lords.” You murmured, remembering what a woman from several months back had hissed to him, at the time the Doctor brushed it off when you asked questions, now you knew why. 

“The last of the Time Lords.” The Doctor agreed just as quietly and neither of you said anything else, there was nothing left to say so you rested your head on his shoulder, his coming to rest on top of yours as the two of you stared ahead at the lilac water.

From that day onwards you and the Doctor were closer than ever, he shared more of his life with you and you found yourself falling a little bit more for the man as each day passed. It was a dangerous thing to do, falling in love with the Doctor and yet you let yourself fall, not bothering to question if he would catch you but enjoying the fall while it lasted.

You felt closer with the Doctor than you had with anyone you had known back home, not a single day went by where you regretted leaving, regretted choosing the Doctor over your old life. You knew you’d make the same choice over and over again. You could never give the Doctor up.

Months passed since that day, months where you and the Doctor would spend your nights floating through the galaxy, legs hanging over the TARDIS door as the Doctor told you about the different stars and planets that surrounded you with such fondness, months were he took your hand in yours and you couldn’t help but smile, savouring the feeling of his thumb running softly across the back of your hand as he pulled you along, tugging you back to him when you went to wander off. Months were you and the Doctor traded secrets in the quiet of the night, things that you’d never have dreamed of sharing with anyone else and yet knowing the whispered words were safe with each other.

“You’ll love this one, Y/N/N!” The Doctor told you with an excited grin on his face, hurrying you to put your coat on causing you to laugh before he finally grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the TARDIS, pausing long enough to lock the box before the two of you were off.

“Welcome to Thucruiruta.” The Doctor beamed at you and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you as you finally looked around.

The planet was beautiful, the sky was golden and all sorts of creatures were moving around you, so many things demanded your attention and the thing that won it was the Doctor squeezing your hand.

“It’s beautiful, Doctor.” You breathed out, watching as the Doctor’s grin softened and you didn’t even try and stop yourself from smiling back, leaning into him before letting him lead the way.

The Doctor was eager to show you everything, used to your curiosity and the hundreds of questions you came up with, more than happy to show off and answer them, making his way through the stands and insisting you try all the different foods on display. 

It was hard to imagine such a perfect day taking a turn but you had also gotten used to trouble following the Doctor by now, so when an explosion sounded not too far in the distance you immediately turned to the Doctor, waiting for him to do something.

It didn’t take him more than a second to grab your hand, pulling you into the heart of the danger and you went along with him willingly. You knew you always would, you never gave it a second thought, you knew that you would always follow the Doctor no matter where he went.

You gasped as you took in the scene, people were scattered all over the floor, some crying out and others not moving at all. You gripped the Doctor’s hand in yours and he squeezed back before moving further into the chaos, looking around for some clue as to what had happened.

There was a child on the floor, a deep cut in their green skin as blue blood poured from it. You pulled your hand from the Doctor’s and made your way to the child’s side as the Doctor pulled the sonic screwdriver out to try and find what had caused the explosion. 

“You alright?” You asked softly, pulling your jacket off and using a sharp bit of rubble to rip the end of your shirt in lieu of a bandage. 

“Hurts.” The kid whimpered and you gave her an encouraging smile, warning her it might sting as you tied the torn material around her arm as tightly as you could.

“Good job, that’ll be good until we can get you to your family.” You told her standing up and holding a hand out for her, pulling her up by her uninjured arm and looking around. “Where was your family?”

You watched as she pointed the way you had come from, away from where the explosion was and you glanced over your shoulder to see the Doctor glaring down at the sonic, a furious expression you couldn’t ever remember seeing on his face that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Come on then, let’s see if we can find them.” You said, pulling your gaze from the Doctor and forcing the uneasy feeling you suddenly felt in the pit of your stomach away, leading the young girl away from the scene.

Even in the sea of screams and shouts for friends and family you managed to find the young girl's family quite easily, her mum falling to her knees and wrapping her arms around her daughter, mindful of her arm after she winced. 

You stayed long enough for the family to thank you tearfully and the girl to hug you before you pushed your way through the crowd and looked around for the Doctor, frowning when you couldn’t see him.

You made your way further into where the explosion had gone off, gasping when something sharp dug into your arm, looking to your left to see a tall figure beside you, sharp teeth visible as the thing grinned down at you and pushed you forward, dragging you alongside it and not even pausing as you fought back against it.

There was a slimy sort of wet texture to the creature and you couldn’t stop yourself from wincing as it’s nails drew blood from you, the thing snarling the whole time until it pushed you onto the floor and you were staring at sharper nails and blue feet, looking up to see more than a dozen of the things standing together.

“Let her go.” The Doctor’s voice sent a wave of relief through you and your head snapped around to look at him. “Now.”

The Doctor’s voice was cold, so devoid of any emotion that it scared you. The creatures, however, didn’t seem at all phased by him and instead laughed at the Doctor.

“The Doctor always was too fond of the humans.” One of the creatures laughed, sending a wave of spit flying from his mouth. “Too bad he can never save his precious little pets.”

That seemed to hit a nerve with the Doctor and you had heard the stories of his past companions, of how much danger they had been put in simply by being with him. You knew it was scarred on his two hearts, every loss, every defeat, every life lost, every life he blamed himself for.

“The Doctor’s not good at saving anybody.” Another one called, amusement clear in its voice, “Poor little Doctor, all alone, no Time Lords around anymore.”

The creatures all laughed together and you winced as you watched fury take over the Doctor. It seemed these creatures had history with the Doctor, at the very least they knew exactly what buttons to press to tear him apart.

The Doctor looked different, he didn’t look like the Doctor you had seen every day, he looked like a whole different person. Cold fury in his eyes, mouth set in a thin line and his knuckles bone white from the grip he had on the sonic.

“You will let her go and you will leave this planet.” The Doctor told them, voice low and commanding the attention of everyone.

You could only stare at him, fear in your eyes, not sure who you were more afraid of in that moment. Usually you could read the Doctor easily, always seeming to know what his next step was but right then, in that moment you didn’t know what he was going to do.

“Or what, Doctor?” One of them spat but you didn’t bother looking behind at them, keeping your gaze on the Doctor. “The last time we met you were a coward, what’s changed?”

“What’s changed?” He shot back, taking a step forward and you felt your breath catch in your throat at his tone. “What’s changed? The last time I showed you mercy. That was a mistake. I won’t make the same one twice. Now leave.”

“Or what?” It asked again, tone hard as the creatures refused to move.

“Or I’ll burn this entire planet with you on it.” The Doctor said without hesitation and your eyes widened, staring at him in shock.

“You wouldn’t, the Doctor wouldn’t harm innocents, not in the name of revenge.” One of them laughed but it sounded nervous, like it didn’t believe its own words and looking at the fury on the Doctor’s face you had to agree with it.

“Do you really want to test that theory?” The Doctor asked, the silence stretching as the creatures all looked at each other. “All I have to do is press this button and you’ll be dead before you realise it.”

The Doctor held the sonic up and you shook your head, not that he was looking at you but you couldn’t believe him. He wasn’t bluffing, he wasn’t improvising whilst he came up with a plan to deal with this without harming anybody. He was being deadly serious.

You were terrified of the man before you. He wasn’t the Doctor, not the Doctor you knew anyway.

“Liar!” A creature yelled and the Doctor gave it an unimpressed look before going to press the button but you stood up before he could.

“Don’t!” You shouted, reaching a hand out like one would around a scared animal, locking eyes with the Doctor for the first time since you’d been pushed onto the floor. “Don’t.”

“Y/N, you don’t know what these are.” The Doctor told you, his thumb hovering dangerously close to the button on the sonic. 

“I don’t care. This isn’t you, you’re the Doctor! People look to you for hope, you’re not a murderer, don’t do this! Don’t become them.” You pleaded with him but his face was still set with cold fury and you feared there was no changing his mind.

“Get to the TARDIS and don’t look back.” He instructed and you immediately shook your head.

“No.” You told him. “No, I’m not letting you do this. There are millions of innocent people on this planet and you will not destroy them for whatever grudge you’re holding.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, you need to leave. Now get on the TARDIS, Y/N!” The Doctor snapped and you felt tears sting your eyes but held your ground.

“No. If you’re going to burn this planet you’ll do it with me on it.” You said, voice shaking as tears made their way over your eyes, hating that you didn’t know what the Doctor was going to do.

“Get on the TARDIS.” The Doctor commanded through gritted teeth but you shook your head again.

“I already told you I’m not leaving.” You told him, blinking away the tears as they carried on running down your face.

The Doctor held your gaze, the small part of him that wasn’t consumed with anger and hatred felt guilt and hurt as you looked at him like you were terrified, like he was the monster instead of the creatures behind you. 

“Leave.” He spat out, not taking his gaze of you as he addressed the creatures. “Get off this planet and if I ever see you again I won’t show a shred of mercy.”

The creatures wasted no time scurrying away, hurrying over to their ships and taking off just as quickly, leaving you and the Doctor staring at each other. Just as the Doctor opened his mouth, you cut him off.

“Take me home.” You told him, suddenly feeling drained.

“Y/N,” he sighed but you just shook your head at him, moving past him and making your way back towards where the TARDIS was parked, using your key to unlock the box and letting yourself in.

The Doctor sighed to himself, rubbing a hand across his face before pocketing the sonic and following after you, desperately trying to think how he could salvage this. He hadn’t wanted to let himself fall for you but over the year and the months you’d spent at each other’s side he couldn’t help it.

Now he was losing you because he had held onto a grudge from so many years back.

The anger had taken over him to the point he couldn’t control himself but you could, you stopped him even when he didn’t think he could be stopped.

When he walked into the TARDIS you were sitting in one of the chairs, looking away from him as he quietly worked on setting a course for Earth, hoping you would change your mind before you got there.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, watching you closely. He could tell you were listening but you didn’t say anything. 

“Those creatures, Y/N…” He trailed off and you finally looked over at him, seeing him take a deep breath before he spoke again. “Those creatures are called Eelvo’s. I met them a long time ago, long before I had this face. I lost somebody because of them and I let them go.”

“You don’t kill people.” You told him, your voice quiet but firm and the Doctor sighed as he came and sat next to you. 

“I have bad days, Y/N. Days where I am not a good man.” The Doctor told you, ashamed of himself, ashamed that you had seen him like that. He had never wanted that.

“Doctor, today I was more scared of you than any of those other things.” You said softly, glancing at the Doctor as he shut his eyes and swallowed thickly around a lump in his throat, fighting back tears.

The last thing he had ever wanted was for you to be scared of him.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know what happened, seeing them again after so long, seeing the destruction they were still causing, the pain and lives they were still taking…” The Doctor trailed off, a single tear making its way down his cheek.

You sighed softly, reaching over to take his hand in yours and giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. You were still unsure, still hadn’t liked seeing the Doctor so furious but he was still the Doctor, he was your Doctor again and seeing him in pain was the last thing you wanted.

“I’m sorry, Y/N/N, I never wanted you to hate me.” He whispered, his voice breaking around the words and you felt your heart break with them.

“I don’t hate you, Doctor.” You told him honestly, “I’ve never seen you like that and I didn’t like it but I don’t hate you. I’m not sure I could ever hate you.”

The Doctor smiled over at you sadly and you returned it, squeezing his hand again.

“I’ll take you home.” He whispered and you frowned, you had asked him to take you home but the thought of actually leaving the Doctor behind sent an ache through you.

“How about Zirafell instead?” You asked him, a small smile pulling at your lips as he looked over at you in surprise. 

“You sure?” He asked, a hopeful note in his voice and you nodded, watching as his shoulders lost the tension in them and he let out a small breath, nodding himself before standing up and moving around the console to change the course, hoping that the two of you would be alright. 

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light-bringer

inspired by saturn - sleeping at last :)

tenth doctor x reader with v much angst

with shortness of breath, you explained the infinite; how rare and beautiful it is to even exist? i’d give anything to hear you say it one more time, the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes

you taught me the courage of stars, before you left

The cold metal floor of the dully lit TARDIS was a comfort. A weird kind of comfort. The kind that makes your insides feel heavy and upside down, the kind that you once told him you used to get from watching the summer rain in your twenties remembering how you used to dance in that rain, drunk under the influence, under age and under the stars.

It’s that painful kind of heavy heartache that makes the Doctor feel sick, but that’s why he’s on the floor, cheek pressed against the metal to cool him down, trying to very literally ground himself.

You used to loved doing that, taking to the floor when overwhelmed.

“Floor time.” You’d grumbled with a somewhat exasperated sigh when he walked in and raised that one confused eyebrow. “Ever just need a little bit of floor time?” You mumble, laying flat against the TARDIS floor. The Doctor panicked when he walked in and seen you on the floor, immediately worry striking through his body at the thought of you being hurt when he was out of the room, not keeping you safe for merely a second. Relief had flooded him, but concern was still present.

“Floor time?” He repeats, still confused but moderately amused now too. “Cant say i’ve ever had that, why?” He crouched down to look at you, shifting some strands of hair off your face with the backs of cold fingers. “Helps me regulate y’know? Sometimes everybody needs a little bit’a floor time.” You explain lazily, a little shy under the depth of the look in his chocolate brown eyes. “It’s like, the cold and…well i don’t know really it’s just, comforting?” Your eyes light up a little, “You could say it’s grounding!” You jest, making yourself giggle which makes the Doctors hearts sing, immediately smiling without even a thought.

He smiles so softly, looking at you with such adoration, but does pull out his screwdriver nonetheless. “Nope,” he pops, “You haven’t lost your marbles yet. Well, not all of them at least.” He sticks the screwdriver back into his pocket and taps your nose. “You laugh, but you haven’t even tried it. C’mon, it’ll make you feel better i bet.” You retort, patting the floor next to you. “Ahhhh no thank you. 900 years old, don’t him i need-”

The Doctor gets cut off mid sentence by you pulling him from the balance of his crouched position next to you onto his hands and knees. He sighs, but not in annoyance or inconvenience, in surrender as he joins you, cheek pressed again the metal so he can look into your eyes. “See, isn’t this nice?”

It is, he thinks, but not only because the cold is nice and the flat hard surface does bring him so form of soothing which he doesn’t understand, but much more importantly because you are still holding onto his hand. That’s more grounding and get mind boggling than this activity and the fact it works. He does feel better, whether thats the floor or you, he couldn’t know.

What a painfully human, mundane thing to do. Lie on the floor, holding onto your hand to afraid to let go in case he never gets that feeling again. It feels so human and he’s not sure why he enjoys it, he’s a man who always has to be on the move, always has to be challenged or stimulated mentally or physically all the time. How could this feel so good? So right, so perfect and so grounding. Looking into your eyes, chalk full of sparkles and adoration for the world and all the things he has and will continue to take you to see. The Doctor wants you to see every single thing that was beautiful in this universe so he can prove that you are more breathtaking than each and every sight you come across. You’ve always been amazed by the beauty that had been created by the universe, from the great waterfalls and wonders of the human world to stunning sights that the human brain could barely comprehend. He takes you to them all, because you mentioned offhandedly that you were chasing the brightest lights of the world, you wanted to see it all before you died.

“We only get one life,” you’d admitted once in the lateness of the night whirling through the universe in that blue police box, “And the universe has created all of these places, why shouldn’t we wish to see every single one of them?”

And then it’s the way your eyes sparkle at these places, the Doctor can still see it in his mind now as though it was still as in front of him as you are now laying flat on the floor. The way you look at them must resemble the way he looks at you, with stars and hearts and all of this amazement that no one can understand but he who sees it. It’s the same way he looks at you, in wonderment and disbelief that something this breathtaking could exist. The same way you look at him right now.

“Floor time,” he echos, pain vibrating out of his voice and bouncing off every wall like it bounces around inside of his body. But he shifts, sitting up with a heavy sigh as he leans the inside of his elbows on his bent knees and hangs his head down, letting the loose strands of his brown hair fall over his face. “Just not the same without you eh?”

When he lays down now and shuts his eyes, all he can see is you. A life cut short. He sees the fury of your bravery, the fire of your passion. He can see in his minds eye the way you used to defend him, the way you would throw yourself in front of him to protect him and he would scream, lose his mind that you could be so reckless. But you never cared, you would lay up in your bed, recovering for a week with his funky potions and his refusal to leave you alone and you would always say the very same thing at the end of it.

“It was all worth it for you, Doctor. And i’d do again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you safe.”

Because that was you. Brave and loyal to a fault, courageous to the very core of your being. Even when you were scared, which you often were, with big wide eyes, swallowing thickly and trembling on the spot; you were brave. You still stood to fight, you still always carried on by his side, keeping him sane and good.

It would have been an understatement to safe you taught him courage before you life, taught him to be strong. But the one thing you could never teach him, even with all of your abundant lessons and all of the lights you carried; was how to live without you.

—

how light carries on endlessly, even after death

“Yes yes i’m coming, i’m coming love!” The Doctor chimes, hurrying on his coat to follow you out the bigger on the inside blue box as you bounce on your heels in the doorway waiting for him. “You really probably don’t need a coat.” You shrug, but he frowns a cheeky pout at that, “That’s an oxymoron, i either really don’t need it or i probably don’t.”

“Oh leave it out, alien man.” You snark back, with a roll of your eyes. He laughs, reaching out for your hand to take home in in his so you could lead him through the beautiful landscape to the little trail that would take you along under the waterfall into the little alcove behind it. It had such a stunning view.

Not many words are spoken between the two of you, just enjoying the moments of tranquility, with birds chirping and singing in the background and his hand in yours. It’s not often you get peace like this together in your life, so you’re enjoying it, taking it all in and embracing both the serenity of the surroundings and the beauty in getting to be together.

You could’ve swore you were already down bad for him, but the feeling you got flying through your stomach and up into your chest that day when he put his large hands on your waist while you were leaning over a rickety wooden fence to stick your hands under the water of the waterfall; it was like gasoline had just hit the burning match inside of you. You know he’s doing twit to be safe, so you don’t fall, but you never want him to let you go and he never wants to let go.

The Doctor gets caught up in your eyes when you turn around. All their glory, the hues that mix together to create the colour in which they shine, the way they change in the lighting, the way they have their very own light. This sparkle, this infinite light that sometimes makes the Doctor wonder if you really are fully human. How can you carry such light with you every where you go.

You are just special though. You were made for him. It was in some kind of long ago created destiny that you would be his most revered companion. It was just that, you were created to bring light into this world. Insofar as to light shining right out of your eyes.

He kissed you, that day. Soft lips on cold lips, your hands making his unruly hair stick up, his hands cupping your face the way he always wanted to. Impossible as it was, even the act of kissing you made him feel lighter, it made him happy, warm…loved.

Now there’s a hallow in his chest. Not one that he can ever quell with adventure nor with another companion. Nothing will ever fill that hole, that longing, aching, searing loneliness that has been torn into his existence.

“Travelling isn’t the same without you,” the Doctor says. Anyone might’ve thought he’d gone completely insane, speaking to no one on the top of a hill by a gentle water fall that you actually took him to visit. The few friends you had left were stood in the distance behind him, collected together in a group. But he stands separate, on the edge of the cliff, hands stuffed into his pockets with his toes in those grubby white converse poking over the edge. There’s a star in the sky despite the daylight, shining brightly between the clouds. “Nothing is the same with you, actually…can’t quite breathe y’know? Wish you’d just come back. Just to laugh at me again, tell me to behave. I’m trying to be politer now. Well,” he snorts, “You can imagine how that’s going. But you made me better, (y/n). You always make me better. I miss you.”

“Doctor,” Martha calls, “Come back from the edge?”

Come back from the edge. It’s such a simple statement, but he knows deep down it’s very multi faceted. “Yeah,” he mumbles, daring one glance down at the rocky water so deathly far down from him. He could just step over, and maybe he would get to be with you again? Maybe-

“Doctor.” She repeats, drawing a sigh out of him, prompting him to look up at that star one more time. “Yeah. I’m coming.”

—

“How fitting,” you breathe, watching as the sun sets over some unbelievable planet the sunsets stretching the incandescent colours across the entirety of its skies. Hues of purple, pink, red and orange striking you almost speechless, “I always did love the sunset.”

The Doctor pants, falling to his knees beside where you lay on the grass. “(y/n), please.” He begs, whimpering as tears collide with the sweat and blood on his face. He scoops you into his arms, pulling you into his lap flush against his chest. “I love you, please. Please.” He chokes out, “I need you.”

He raises his head to the sky, looking up to beg at whatever god or heaven is your there . “Please,” he whimpers, “Don’t take her from me, you can’t take her from me.” He screams up, “She. Is. Everything!”

“Stop it,” you whine painfully, “Doctor please, it’s okay. It’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.” Your breath jumps, blood still pouring out of your body, spilling over his hand that tries to stop it while the other holds onto your head. “Doctor look at me, I need y-you.” His ashen face finally looks at yours, even paler than he is, your life drying out beneath him.

But god do your eyes still sparkle brighter than anything he’d ever seen.

“I’m here,” he whispers, smoothing your hair out of your face, trying to ignore the way your chest jumps for desperate breath as your lungs fill with more blood and less oxygen. He can only imagine how badly it hurts to breathe right now. “I lo…I love you, Doctor. So much.” You blubber, tears slipping down over your face. “I’ve always loved you, i will always love you. You don’t ha-have to say-”

“I love you, (y/n) (y/l/n). I love you more than you’ll ever know. That’s why you can’t leave me, you can’t just leave me. I need you don’t you understand? You were made for me.” He hurries out, his entire body trembling with his voice as he begs you to stay. You both know that if you could, you would, but your painfully human body will not withstand this. It could never withstand these wounds.

How was he ever going to cope without you? How could he ever live this life without you?

“You lived pretty good before me, you know?” You used to say in response to his questions like that, a joking lilt in your voice. He would breathe that chuckle of his, but the Doctor knows it’s not the same. He wasn’t living.

He was surviving. And he doesn’t even know if he will be able to do that without you. It actually felt like he was dying, like everything that kept him alive, kept his hearts beating, his mind working, his soul moral…all of it was being ripped out of his being just as your life is being ripped away from you.

Ripped away from him.

Of course he survived before you, how could you ever have suggested that meant he could live without you? He didn’t know you then, didn’t even know what he didn’t have until he had it? Now he’s going to lose it, lose everything he could have ever wanted and everything he never even thought he could have.

How in the world can that ever be fair?

with shortness of breath, you explained the infinite

“I know now,” you rasp, “How rare and beautiful this universe is. It was made just to be seen by our eyes. I want…” you pause to suck in desperate breath, blood spluttering over your lips as you cough.

Not long left now, you think. You have to get him to hear you, to really listen and hear you. The last thing in the world that you want is for him to feel like this is the end of your story, or your existence with him. You will always be with him, he needs to know that.

“I want you to see that. How rare? One in hundreds of b-billions chances that we would meet. That doesn’t just die like we do. That never dies.” Your voice is fading, but that endless fiery light in your eyes has not gone. It will never be gone. Ever. Nothing, not even death, would be able to take that from you.

Or take it from him.

“Do you see it?” You whisper, eyelids hooded over tired eyes, face void of its colour. “Please,” he sobs, “(y/n) please, don’t leave me.”

“I’m not,” you insist weakly, “Do you see it, Doctor? The beauty of this? I’ll nev-never leave you.” He lets out a primal cry. “You are the most rare and beautiful thing i have ever known, how could anything ever compare to that? You are the light, i can’t see any of it without you.” He pleads.

“You have to,” you whisper, “Because light doesn’t die. Not like we do. I need you to see it all, for me? All the rarity and the beauty of this existence. You have to let me go.” He begins rocking you back and fourth. The sobs only get worse, gasping for his own breath now.

i couldn’t help but ask for you to say it all again, i’d give anything to hear you say it one more time; that the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes. how rare and beautiful.

“I love you so much, my beautiful, brilliant (y/n).”

“I love you too, Doctor. I’ll never leave you. J-just have to l-look up?” Your hand caresses his face, cold and weak. He drops his forehead to yours, savouring the last opportunity he will ever get to press his lips to yours, even if they are more chapped than ever and deathly colder than they should be.

How can he breathe? Will he ever be able to catch his breath again? You stole it front him when he met you, breathing him a new lease of life in return and now you had stolen that breath too, snatched it out of his lungs and he truly believes that he may die right here next to you as your entire body goes limp in his arms, eyes slipping closed after allowing him one more close look at the light, the fire in them that never left.

Your light would never die.

“Please,” he howls in pain, “Please say it again, please! I need- please. You can’t-you can’t be - (y/n).” He bellows, pulling you even tighter to him, trying to sit you up. Your head only falls backwards, horror striking through his heart as he realises there is nothing physically left of you. You’re gone. Your heart has stopped, your body has stopped. He rushes to support your head, caressing you like a porcelain doll that will shatter to nothingness in his arms. Holding you is all he has left in this moment, no matter how morbid it is as he sobs into your hair.

But he does look up, not even intentionally. Purely to let out the most anguished, primal scream of utter agony. His eyes were squeezed shut, but when they open his hearts cease to beat, seizing in his chest. It stops his entire being in his tracks.

Because there is a star, shining singularly in the sunset sky, almost brighter than even the sun that creates those breathtaking colours painted across the canvas sky. You are there, shining above him.

Your light never leaves.

Your light will never die.

how rare, and beautiful it is

…that we exist

[schlattsdoll]

so like... 106 with dt doctor...

forget you - tenth doctor

minors dni

prompt: “im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

warnings: lil angst, smut {18+}, oral {fem receiving}, dom!doctor, mentions of toxic men & cheating, pet names {love, darling,}line from good omens THAT BROKE ME WRITING, you are responsible for your own media consumption!!!

tenth doctor x fem! reader

nobody said trying to date and travel through time and space would’ve been easy.  that was until you met jordan, handsome, charismatic jordan. he was everything you could’ve dreamed of. well, almost. he wasn’t the doctor, but since you had it in your mind it could never happen, you settled for what you had.

jordan was so understanding of you traveling around, “bring me back a star!.” he joked.

the doctor and you had just come back from alpha centuri and he even let you keep a small space rock to give to your love. much to your surprise jordan was kissing another girl.

your heart shattered, you thought he was loyal to you all this time. a year of your life wasted away by him. “care to explain to me what’s going on?” you confronted him. his jaw dropped and he immediately pushed the girl off him. “y-y/n! it’s not what it looks like i swear!”

“oh i think it’s exactly what it looks like. c’mon love. let’s go you don’t need him.” the doctor ushered you away and into the tardis.

you couldn’t help but break down and sob. how could he? he did seem too excited that you were traveling with the doctor but you didn’t see it as you being a bit on the side, you thought he was just genuinely happy for you.

“love, im so sorry. he didn’t deserve you, he was an arse just using you.” the doctor held you as you cried into his suit jacket. his touch was gentle, as if you were a doll made of porcelain. “how can i make it up to you mhmm? lunch in new new york? crepes straight from france? i’ll do anything love, i’m desperate to see that beautiful smile again.”

you swiped away at the tears that rolled down your cheeks, confused at what you just heard. you know he had a habit of calling you “love” but you thought of that as him mindlessly flirting. you should’ve known nothing the doctor does is “mindless”. you look up at the time lord, a puzzled look on your face speaks for you. “oh for god’s sake y/n! i’m in love with you. i’ve been in love with you since we met and you started traveling with me. it broke my hearts when i saw you with him, i wished it could be us instead. please darling, i know it’s poor timing but can we be an us?”

"doctor, i dont know what to say..." "say yes, please my darling." the doctor stared at you with his big brown eyes, almost with a puppy dog like stare. "yes doctor." he leaned down into you and grabbed you with the most intensity  youve seen from him as he kissed you for the first time. your lips collided and it felt like a universe ahs been born between you two.

the timelord deepened the kiss, his hands roaming your body until they landed on your ass, grabbing it gently. "i wanna help you forget all about him. you shouldve never been with him, i wanted you from the beginning. i shouldve been more open to you love.” he broke away to catch his breath and confess more.

“help me forget him then doctor, i want you, so bad.” you tugged at his hair, pulling him towards you. your hands tangled in his hair as he kissed you once more. “now that you’re mine love, i’m not letting you go.” he led you to his room on board the tardis and laid you down gently on his bed. the kiss got a lot more intense, hands tugging at each other’s clothes, you managed to pull his suit jacket off and undo some buttons while your shirt was completely gone. the two of you pulled away breathlessly, foreheads resting against each other. the doctor looked at you with such admiration in his eyes.

“are you sure you want this love?” he asked you, hands hovering over your breasts. you nodded your head slowly, looking up at the much older timelord. "please doctor..." he reached behind you, unclasping your bra. his touch so delicate almost feather like. as your straps slid off your shoulders the doctor licked his lips, “love you are breathtakingly beautiful.” his head dove down to kiss and lick at your chest while his hands worked on removing your bottoms.

the timelord parted away from you, pulling off his shirt and moving down your body to your dripping sex. "doctor, don't be a tease..." you whined out to him. suddenly he was on his knees in front of you, "may i darling?" almost too eagerly you responded, nodding your head rapidly. he kissed his way up and down your thighs, avoiding the one place you desperately needed him most.

"tell me love, are you mine?" the doctor's lips ghosted over your core. "yes, gods yes doctor please just do something." "as you wish love."

you barely had time to register what was happening since he leaned in and licked a stripe up to your clit. "taste as good as you look." he dove back in, eating like a man starved while you writhed and moaned above him.

"that's it love, be a good girl and cum for me." his tongue replaced by his nimble fingers, quickly curling inside you. you felt your whole body tense up before the waves of pleasure crashed over you.

you got up to return the favor but the doctor stopped you. "sorry darling, but tonight is about you. tonight, i'm going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name."

[burts-baked-bees]

Adventures of 14 owning his own house

(and Y/n being on speed dial.)

[linusbenjamin]

Oh, we’ve been chatting away, I forgot to tell you. I’m brilliant! David Tennant as Tenth Doctor — Doctor Who (2005-)

[camellcat]

lose my mind every time the doctor takes rose's last name in fics. brilliant, amazing, splendid, absolutely perfect.

like, what do you MEAN she'd be the one to change her last name? he doesn't even HAVE a bloody name like us! plus, she's rose tyler. you think he's going to want that to be different? it's the doctor and rose tyler in the tardis (or I suppose whatever they do in pete's world, but that's still the doctor and rose tyler having their new adventure)!!

she's rose tyler and he is whatever-he-wants tyler. end of discussion. the whole pond diabolical should've been clue enough imo

[specialagentlokitty]

10th doctor x deaf!reader - the way you talk

Heya! Absolutely love your work! I've been rewatching doctor who ready for davids comeback😍 it's kinda hard because i'm deaf and sometimes the subtitles dont keep up with the timings😫 i was wondering if i could request a 10th doctor with a deaf reader if possible pleaseeee, thanks 💜 - Anon💜

A/N: Italics will be sign language

The TARDIS enabled the doctor to speak and listen to every language there was.

And for somebody like it, it was amazing, incredibly useful, meaning there wasn’t anything that would be lost in translation.

But, he realised there was limitations to this, and that he wouldn’t make him an expert in some areas, especially sign language.

He knew some, enough to get by if needed.

But when he met you, he realised that wouldn’t be enough if he wanted to communicate with you.

You talked through notepads and text messages, but for him it wasn’t enough, he wanted more. He wanted to communicate with you the way you had to.

So, when he had some free time, which surprisingly was quite a lot considering he always seemed so busy, he began to learn.

And when he next went to pick you up, he wore a grin from ear to ear as he waved at you.

You waved back, following him into the TARDIS, and you set your notepad and pen on the console, putting your bag out of the way before coming back over.

The doctor was flicking through the notepad, and you waved your hand at him, gesturing for him to pass it back.

Quickly writing in it, you flipped it over and held it out to him.

‘Where are we going?’

The doctor beamed.

He took it from you and set it down, making you furrow your brows a little bit, and he began to put some coordinates in.

You took the notepad again, asking him where he was taking you, but he wouldn’t reply, so you knew it was a surprise he had planned for you.

Which wasn’t so bad, except usually his surprises ended in some sort of running or rescue situation.

He was bouncing around, and you smiled as you watched him, leaning against the railing as you just watched him bounce from thing to thing, doing whatever it was he needed to do.

You didn’t quite know how the whole TARDIS worked, and he had offered to explain it, but you didn’t want him to sit there for hour writing it all down.

You were happy not knowing.

As long as you were travelling with him you didn’t care.

He bounding over, and with a grin he held out his hand to you.

“Come with me.” He said.

He knew you could lip read, so often he would just speak to you.

Sometimes he would forget and be stood behind you, trying to have a whole conversation with you and getting confused when you wouldn’t talk back.

You smiled, placing your hand in his, letting him lead you to the doors and outside.

It was bright, multiple sun sun the sky. It was warm, it wasn’t hot, it seemed like the perfect temperature.

The sand was a vibrant shade of gold, and in the distance the heatwaves rippled about, creating almost an illusion if there being water over there.

The doctor looked at you, smiling even more when he saw you smiling, and he reached out, tapping your shoulder.

You turned to him and he took a small breath.

I don’t know if I’m doing this right, I’m still learning.

Your eyes shot open at the sight of him signing, carefully watching what he was doing as he carried on.

But I want to make it easier for you to talk.

He looked at you slightly nervous.

How long have you been learning? When did you start?

You carried on signing questions and he quickly took your hands to stop you.

Laughing slightly, the doctor smiled and let go.

Not so fast, I’m still learning.

You grinned sheepishly.

Sorry. Why did you start?

So I could talk to you.

You furrowed your brows a little bit.

Yes we write or text to each other, but I want to talk to you properly. The way you do, I wanted to make it easier on you.

You smiled and rushed to hug him tightly, and he happily hugged you back.

He had a long way to go, but with some practice and you to help guide him, he would be able to have longer conversations with you in no time

[lizzytheglizzydogtheglock9000]

Hi hi!! I love your writing so much!! I saw you had a prompt list and was wondering if you could do number 11 with the Tenth Doctor 👉👈 I feel like that’s something he would say. Thanks I’m advance! 🫶

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Tenth Doctor x FemReader

"Yes I have feelings for you, moving on."

"Y/N?! Can I come in???"

You heard a flurry of knocks at your bedroom door as an excited Doctor rushed in before waiting for an answer.

"Why yes Doctor you may enter my room," you laughed. "What if I was changing or something in here?"

"Well I uh.. It hasn't happened yet!" he fought back.

You giggled and rolled your eyes at how flustered he got, something that you noticed happening often. Although you just chalked it up to that being a part of his personality, especially when he has so many lovely women flirting with him on your trips together.

He flopped onto your bed and stared at you.

"So! What are we doing today hm? Go see the stars of Ntiri, or perhaps an alien market, or we could go back to the time of the Renaissance!" he ended with a flair.

"A ball sounds nice, like in France. Marie Antoinette times! But preferably without the Reign of Terror, running isn't exactly on my wishlist for things today," you pondered aloud.

He jumped up and twirled you around, making you go all the way up on your tippy toes.

"Well alrighty then Ms. Y/N! The Yew Ball awaits!"

You rush out to see him start slamming levers and pulling bits and bobs as your center of balance is thrown away like it wasn't even there in the first place. It always amazed you how the Doctor managed to stay up the way he did. He was by no means the most graceful man you had ever met, but the TARDIS didn't seem to throw him around the same way it did you.

As he pulled you up and brushed some stray hairs out of your eyes, a thought hit you.

"Doctor?"

"Yes love?" he replied.

"Where are we supposed to get the right attire for this? My blouse and blue jeans won't exactly fit in a 16th century setting."

"Ah, don't worry about that, I'll get it all sorted out for us," he grinned.

The two of you walked out of the TARDIS, finding yourselves in a storage closet of sorts. You walked out and around the corner, up so many stairs you thought you might pass out, and then finally a couple more turns before stopping at a large white door with gold details.

The Doctor rapped on the door gently before a small brown haired woman appeared in a plain corset and dress.

He whipped out his psychic paper and the woman's face lit up.

"Oh! Madame you must hurry the ball starts soon!!!" she chimed.

She yanked you into the room as you gave the Doctor a very confused look while he just simply grinned back at you.

You then spent the next few hours getting your makeup done and having a multitude of dresses shown for you to choose from. It took at least one of those hours to convince the women helping you to not make you wear a wig, even if it is a sign of wealth, you just can't stand the itchiness.

Eventually, you made your way to the main ball room, stopping at the top of the stairs. The Doctor stood with his hands in his pockets admiring the view around him opposite you.

As his gaze met yours his eyes lit up and a wide smile crossed his face. He was in a royal, no, TARDIS blue coat and pants, with a golden waistcoat, and creme colored tights that he looked very upset to be wearing.

The two of you met at the top of the largest staircase, where the other two converged.

"You look absolutely stunning Y/N," he whispered.

You were given a ball gown in the exact same shade of gold as the Doctor's waistcoat, with your corset and center piece of material a light shade of cornflower blue, complementing your complexion perfectly.

"You look rather dashing yourself Doctor," you cooed.

He bowed to you deeply, arose, then held out a delicate hand to lead you down the stairs.

You proceeded to wander around the room, talking to many couples, eventually getting to meet Marie Antoinette herself. She found you most exciting, and thought you were the most intelligent person in the room.

The night began to slow, and the Doctor was leading you in your final waltz for the night.

"Doctor, I wouldn't have traded this night for anything," you said softly. "Although we must go into the past more often, we don't go nearly enough."

"I agree, the nights are always wonderful with the one you love most..." he stated holding onto your hand even tighter.

"Wait.. Doctor say that again?"

You couldn't believe what he had just said, did he really just say that he loved you the most??

"Yes, I have feelings for you, moving on," he brushed off.

"Wait a minute you can't just move on from this Doctor! You really love me?"

"My dear Y/N, why in the multitude of universes, wouldn't I love you? You are the sweetest person I've ever met, you're strong, capable, and gorgeous to the moons and back."

You blushed and smiled fondly.

"Which moons Doctor?"

"Any of them love, as long as you come with me," he whispered, tipping your chin up and kissing you gently.

You felt a swirl of emotions that you never knew you could feel before, and even more as he swung you off your feet, and placing you down gently.

"Uh, Doctor.. I think we're being stared at," you pointed out.

The entire room turned to look at you both, A truly handsome couple, the queen thought.

He placed a hand around your waist and began leading you back to the TARDIS.

"Well then, they'll definitely be staring after they see us walking into broom closet together," he snickered.

Your mouth dropped but returned to a content smile, not believing the wonderful night that just occurred.

[owen-writes]

Stupidity

10th Doctor x Male Reader

"Well, Doc? What's the diagnosis?" you quip, wincing as the Doctor carefully examines the gash on your arm.

"Stupidity. It's chronic and terminal," he replies with a smirk, fetching the TARDIS's medkit. "Running away from aliens without looking where you're going? That's textbook."

You chuckle, "Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Besides, it's not every day you get to sprint through time and space."

"True enough," he concedes, his eyes dancing with amusement as he starts cleaning the wound. "But you have to admit, there are safer ways to get your heart racing."

You shoot him a teasing look, "Are you suggesting I find a hobby less adventurous than time-traveling with you, Doctor?"

He grins, his hands skillfully wrapping a bandage around your arm. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. Life's more fun with a bit of danger. Keeps the adrenaline flowing."

"Right, because nothing says 'fun' like narrowly escaping extraterrestrial threats," you remark, watching his focused expression as he tends to your injury.

"Ah, but it's the thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the unexpected that makes it all worthwhile," he replies, his fingers grazing your skin gently.

You raise an eyebrow, "Are you trying to distract me from the fact that you're essentially calling me reckless?"

The Doctor looks up, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Maybe I am. But, you know, there's something undeniably attractive about someone who dives headfirst into the unknown."

You can't help but blush at his compliment, "Flattery won't make the pain go away, Doctor."

"Oh, but it might make you forget about it for a moment," he suggests, leaning in a bit closer. "And I must say, you do look rather dashing with a battle wound."

You playfully roll your eyes, "Is that your way of saying I look handsome even when injured?"

He grins, unabashedly flirting, "Well, I wouldn't want you to think I only find you charming when you're at your best. Besides, scars tell a story, and I do love a good story."

As he finishes up with the bandage, the Doctor gently pats your shoulder. "There, good as new. Now, how about we find somewhere a bit safer for our next adventure, hm?"

You nod, a smile playing on your lips. "Sounds like a plan, Doctor. Just try to keep the danger level to a minimum, if you can."

He gives you a mock-innocent look, "Me? Keep things safe? Where's the fun in that?"

And with a playful exchange of banter, you and the Doctor prepare for the next thrilling escapade through time and space.

[imaginesfordifferentfandoms]

Wishing on the Stars

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Prompt - Y/N, the Princess of Vathea, has spent her whole life wishing on the stars, waiting for a life of adventure and excitement. The stars answer in the form of the Doctor.

Inspired by - this post by @cxnnorussy

Zaliri was a beautiful planet full of the brightest greenery and beautiful sparkling stretches of water. For most children growing up on such a planet was exciting, there was never a dull moment, so many secret spots just waiting to be discovered, mountains to climb, hills to roll down, lakes to swim in and beaches to explore. There was always something happening, the many towns were always full of life, whether it be from stalls filled with beautiful things or the nicest of foods, celebrations thrown or fun days hosted. 

Most people couldn’t complain much about life on Zaliri, it was a good life. 

For you however it was anything but. For you as Princess of Vathea, the Kingdom that your father ruled, filled by many towns spreading all the way to the eastern border where the Kingdom of Thavis started, life wasn’t as good.

You hadn’t always lived a life so sheltered, one where instead of joining the festivities in the closest town, you had to watch from the windows of your bedroom, envying how the children danced and ran around together, hating how people hugged and laughed, sharing stories and food without a second thought.

It was all you wanted, to live a life away from the castle, one where you could laugh freely and explore the lands. 

But that wasn’t the life you led. Instead you were confined to the castle and its grounds, hardly allowed to leave and on the rare occasion you were granted permission to venture beyond the castle walls you were surrounded by guards and never allowed to stray from them. 

It hadn’t always been this way, you couldn’t remember much of your life before your mother died but you could remember her taking you outside, the Queen joining her people as they celebrated, you and the other children playing together as if you were no different from them.

It was only after her death that your father had sheltered you away, ignoring your cries and pleas to go back to the village. Your father was a fair ruler, the people liked him well enough though they had loved their Queen. It didn’t matter that the King didn’t come down to the villages and give his time to the people as his wife had once done, he kept them safe and they were happy.

You had grown used to your life, you might not have liked it, feeling as though you were wasting it, but you had accepted this was how things were. It wouldn’t matter for much longer anyway, soon a time would come when your father would let you go.

The day after your next birthday you were to be married and you would leave Vathea behind to live in whatever Kingdom your future husband would come into power of. You weren’t all too thrilled to be married to a complete stranger, you hadn’t liked it from the moment you’d found out your marriage would be decided for you but the thought of leaving the castle was enough to keep you from protesting too much.

Silently you mourned though, mourned a life that could have been, one of adventure and excitement, one of travelling to far off places and never having to be trapped again, being able to go wherever you wanted and fall in love with somebody who you truly wanted to marry.

You knew it was an impossible dream, even more ridiculous than the fairy tales you had read as a child and yet you still found yourself wishing and pleading to the stars that shone high above the castle, begging for them to save you, to show you the life you wanted.

Your wish was never answered though. Instead you watched from your window as carriage after carriage pulled up within days of each other, Princes and Kings coming to convince your father they were the best suited to create an alliance with, each leaving with dejected looks on their faces.

You couldn’t say you were too disappointed but as your birthday grew closer and closer you couldn’t help but worry your father would decline every suitor that pleaded their case. 

“I have met with Zaliri’s best and finest and I have yet to decide who you will marry.” Your father started that evening, his eyes narrowing as you slumped in your seat. “That is why a ball will be thrown, there you will meet the men I have picked out and you can choose whom you marry.”

You weren’t sure how to feel, of course the thought of marrying anybody you didn’t know was a wretched one but you feared that this was your one chance at freedom. Your father wasn’t concerned by your silence, focusing on his own meal and missing the way you pushed at your food with your fork, an action that if he had noticed would have had him lecturing you on the proper manners expected of a Princess and future bride.

The rest of the meal passed in silence, your thoughts on the upcoming ball with a feeling of dread.

“The ball will be hosted the day of your birthday and the wedding will be planned for the day after.” Your father told you before leaving the room and you sighed, heading up to your own bedroom to stare up at the stars, wishing for a miracle.

The castle was filled with life over the next few days, the workers were busy with the impromptu ball and as the day drew nearer royals from all over the planet starting arriving at your castle.

You did your best to avoid the men but unfortunately they were on a mission to win you over, finding you all over the castle no matter where you ran off to. It was exhausting and you found yourself debating whether a life with one of these dull men was worth it. 

Each one you encountered was more boring than the last, all of them were prim and proper, fussing over every little detail and seemed only capable of talking about themselves and their Kingdoms. You weren’t quite sure a single one of them had enquired about you yet, if they did ask questions they were about your father.

You sighed as you ducked out of the castle and out onto the grounds. There was plenty of room, though it didn’t feel that way when you were confined to them, but right now you were grateful for the chance to escape the madness inside, taking a breath of fresh air as you tried to avoid anyone else.

You had been walking for some time, lost in your own thoughts, before you were startled out of them by a body colliding with yours. You let out a yelp, waiting to feel the cold, hard ground, frowning when you felt a pair of arms around you instead, helping you back upright.

“Sorry about that!” The man before you said, a grin on his face as his arms fell back to his side. “You alright?”

Your eyes widened at the man, something about him was…odd. Different in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He was so different to the other men in the castle, his brown coat that seemed so very unlike anything from Vathea, the way he smiled at you and addressed you so informally. 

“Miss?” The man prompted and you shook your head, unable to stop yourself from smiling back at him.

“My apologies, I’m quite ok, thank you.” You answered and watched as his smile widened even more, his eyes seeming to light up but you couldn’t say for sure why they would.

“Well I’ll let you carry on with your walk then, my lady.” He grinned, stepping out of your way and holding a hand out for you to walk past him.

You hesitated for a moment, every other suitor had taken up as much of your time as they could before you could politely slip away and this one was leaving you be, not even introducing himself or telling you how well off and important his Kingdom was. 

“Thank you, kind sir.” You laughed softly, stepping past the man, pausing to look back at him and shaking your head fondly as he waved at you.

You decided you quite liked the man.

That night the evening meal was a dreadfully boring affair, you had contemplated if you would be able to sneak out when your suitors continued to go on and on about why you should pick them. You looked around the long table, wondering where the man from the gardens had gotten off to, sighing as you realised you had never gotten his name to ask about him.

Hours passed before you were finally able to leave, forcing smiles and laughs as you excused yourself, nodding as you backed away from two men who refused to take a hint before simply turning and walking away from them.

On the way up to your room you suddenly stopped, the hallway was freezing and the lights were dimmed. A shiver went up your spine as you took a step back, unable to explain what it was exactly that had you so unsettled. You couldn’t get to your room any other way and contemplated taking one of the many guest rooms as you took another step back.

When your back collided with something hard you let out a small shout and turned around quickly, turning to see the man from earlier with his hands raised.

“It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s just me.” The man said softly, your chest raising and falling quickly as you struggled to catch your breath. “That’s it, you’re alright.”

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to-”

“No need for apologies, my lady.” The man said, smiling at you, even as his eyes shifted around the hallway, looking past you at something.

When you went to turn around he caught your hand in his, pulling a gasp from you as you turned your gaze back to him but he was still looking over your shoulder. It was only when you cleared your throat did his eyes meet yours and you watched as they widened, your hand falling from his.

“Sorry about that. Won’t you let me walk you to your room?” He asked and any other time you would have declined but something about the hallway scared you so you nodded, watching as the man lifted his arm for you to take.

You couldn’t help but smile as you wrapped your arm in his and let him lead the way down the hall, your gaze darting around the room like you were waiting for something to pop out but you made it through without anything happening and breathed a sigh of relief when you came to a stop at your door.

“There we are now,” The man grinned, “safe and sound.”

You couldn’t help but frown slightly as you looked back towards the direction you had come from, a feeling of dread still weighing on you.

“Did something feel…wrong to you?” You couldn’t help but ask, dragging your gaze back to him just in time to see his eyebrows knit together.

“Wrong?” He prodded and you shook your head, unable to put it into words. “Trust me, nothing’s going to harm you.”

Your frown deepened at that and you looked towards the man, curious about his words, curious about who he was and where he had come from but the man just smiled and took his arm from yours.

“I’ll let you get some sleep, Princess, busy days ahead and all.” He dismissed himself, turning back towards the hallway and leaving you staring at his back.

How improper. One never turned away from a Princess, especially not a suitor who was trying to win her favour and yet this man was so peculiar. You sighed softly and entered your room, shoulders losing some of their tension at the warmth.

It took a while for you to change from your dress and into your sleepwear, turning the main light off and leaving only the soft orange glow of the lamp to light the room, as well as the moonlight that shone through the window.

You walked past your bed and sat on the seat that rested against the window, looking out at the lit up gardens before your gaze lifted towards the stars. You thought back on the strange man, his words, a promise that nothing was going to harm you.

What had he meant? It was a strange thing to say to somebody but mixed with the uneasy feeling you had it made you suspect he knew something you didn’t. He seemed so unlike anybody here and yet you found yourself doing as he requested.

You found yourself trusting him.

So far he had been different but charming and he had been pleasant towards you, something you couldn’t say for anybody else. As much as you hated that your only options were marriage or confinement, you couldn’t help but think you wouldn’t have minded much marrying that man. He seemed anything but dull, he seemed like he was ready for something exciting and you wanted to join him.

The next two days passed without much happening, you didn’t feel that horrible, cold unease you had felt days before and almost wished for it when compared to how bored you were listening to the men drone on and on. 

By the time Sunday came, the day before the ball and two days before the wedding, you were just about ready to damn it all and run far, far away. You had noticed your strange man had been absent from all meals and you hadn’t bumped into him again, only catching passing glances at him, unable to stop the smile that pulled at your lips as he grinned and waved at you before running off to do whatever it was he did.

That night you couldn’t find sleep, instead you spent hours staring out of the window from your place in your bed. There was a feeling in the pit of your stomach, not unlike the one you had felt the other day in the hallway. You felt on edge, every little creak making you jump until you sighed and sat up, hesitating before climbing out of your bed and shrugging a coat on.

You slipped your feet into a pair of shoes and opened your door, holding your breath as you waited for something that never came. When you stepped out you couldn’t help but shiver, hesitating for a moment as you debated whether you should just go back to your room.

You shook your head and practically ran through the hallway, making your way out of the castle and avoiding the guards as you snuck outside. You let your feet lead the way, not paying too much attention to where you were going, not until you came upon a tree that towered over you. The tree was always in shades of reds and oranges, never green like every other trees, no matter the season it never lost its leaves or colour.

Underneath it was a gravestone, one that you hadn’t visited for a long time, one that hurt every time you so much as thought of it. Still you let yourself fall to your knees, brushing your fingers along the stone.

You didn’t say anything, what was there that could be said? Everything that would happen from tomorrow was as set in stone as your mother’s name was on the stone before you. Nothing could change it, no amount of wishes to the stars could change what your life was going to be like.

You couldn’t say for sure how long you sat there but a sudden cold breeze had you shivering, the air had been still and warm not a second earlier and you lifted your head to see a mist that had come from nowhere.

You felt your breathing start to quicken as you stood up, looking around the gardens and feeling cold to your bones. A noise form above had your head snapping up and your eyes widened at the figure that watched you.

It was hard to make out exactly what it was, the sky dark behind it but you could see the wings, black and red giant things that flapped ominously as the thing stared at you with cold, unblinking eyes. 

Your heart raced, beating so loud you were afraid it would beat right out of your chest. You couldn’t move either, frozen as still as a statute, only able to stare at the beast in the sky. You gasped when a phantom pressure tightened around your neck and you felt yourself struggling to breath, pained gasps escaping you.

You closed your eyes, unable to fight back and knowing you were going to die. That was until a warm hand took yours, seeming to break whatever had been holding you in place and when your eyes snapped open you turned to see your mystery man.

“Run.” He commanded and pulled you along after him.

You wasted no time and followed after him, letting him drag you all the way back to the castle and only stopped when the two of you arrived at your doors.

“Come on now,” He said, opening your door and gesturing for you to step inside. “In you go, that’s it.”

You entered your room and he followed in after you, an act that if it had been any other suitor and any other time would have had you calling the guards but right now he was where you wanted him to be.

You couldn’t explain it but you felt the safest place for you right now was wherever this man was.

“What was that thing?” You asked, hurrying over to your window and staring out at the night sky, not seeing anything there but the moon and stars.

“A creature I haven’t seen for a very long time.” The man said and you turned to look at him with wide eyes.

“You know of such beasts?” You exclaimed, moving over to the man. “Just who are you? You’re unlike any man I’ve ever met before.”

“Thank you.” He grinned before seeming to remember the beast and sighed. “Right now I’m the man who’s going to come up with a plan to save your life.”

“Save my life? What in the stars are you talking about?” You asked, feeling more confused and frightened than you had ever felt in your life. 

“That creature out there, it’s a Lonix. It’s a very old and very dangerous creature and for some reason it’s locked onto you.” He said causing you to frown, the man might as well have been speaking another language for how much of it you understood. 

“You’re mad.” You told him, watching as his face softened and he smiled sadly at you. “Completely and utterly mad, talking such nonsense.”

“I wish it was nonsense, Princess, believe me I do but right now you’re in a lot of danger and I don’t know how to stop it.” He told you, his words so brutally honest that you couldn’t even try and deny them any longer.

“Who are you?” You finally asked, eyes filling with tears that you struggled to keep at bay.

“I’m the Doctor and I’m going to help you.” He promised and you let out a sob, the Doctor pulling you into his arms and you let yourself cry into his chest.

“You said you don’t know how to stop it.” You finally managed to say, the words barely a whisper but you were close enough to the Doctor that he heard the words just fine.

“I don’t.” He told you, his voice matching yours. “But I’m going to stop it, that much I can promise you.”

You nodded into his chest before pulling away, rubbing at your eyes with the sleeve of your coat, taking a seat on the bed and looking towards the Doctor.

“You said it,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief before trying again. “You said this thing, this Lonix had locked onto me. What does that mean?”

“The Lonix is a creature that keeps itself alive by feeding off others but it can only do that by making deals.” The Doctor started, coming to take a seat next to you on the end of the bed as he continued. “It promises something and takes a life, then it comes back years later and takes another life.”

“I have never made such a deal.” You told him, looking at him and hoping he knew you were being honest.

The Doctor easily saw how scared you were and he took your hand in his, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb softly.

“I believe you but somebody did make a deal. What about your mum and dad? The deal could be years old, it could have been for anything.” The Doctor asked and you glanced away from him only for your head to snap up, wide eyes looking at him.

“You said the creature takes one life and then another years later.” You said, watching as the Doctor nodded. “My mother died when I was five years old. My father, he, he never told me how she died, only that she had passed in her sleep.”

“If they made a deal then the Lonix should be after your father, not you.” The Doctor murmured, more to himself than to you.

“Is it going to kill me too?” You asked once the silence became too much and the Doctor focused back on you again.

“No, listen to me, I am not going to let it get you, do you understand me? You’re going to be just fine.” He promised and you took a shaky breath before nodding, forcing yourself to believe his words because what other choice did you have. “I’m going to fix this, I promise.”

The Doctor left that night despite your protests and somehow you managed to get some sleep, though your dreams were filled with monstrous beings and the Doctor not being quick enough. 

It was strange waking up the next morning, knowing danger was close by and yet having to go about your morning as if nothing had changed. You spent most of the day preparing for the ball later that evening, no chance to see the Doctor as you were pulled this way and that, into one gown and then another. 

You wanted to see him though. He was the only suitor that you wanted to see, you hoped he was able to figure out how to deal with this Lonix, hoped that afterwards it could be him you married. 

Your thoughts stayed on the Doctor all day. Such a peculiar man, you were still not certain which Kingdom he came from and what a strange name, the Doctor, he had offered no more, nothing other than the Doctor. 

Last night had changed something in you, not just seeing that terrifying beast but the way the Doctor held you in his arms, the way he held your hand and promised you everything would be ok. Marrying the Doctor didn’t seem like such a chore the way it did when you thought about marrying any of the other men who thought they had a chance. Marrying the Doctor seemed like a lifetime of excitement and you had a feeling he wouldn’t keep you locked away from it but instead he’d introduce you to a world you could only dream of.

It seemed as though the stars, after all those years of wishing on them, had finally heard you and decided to answer your pleas in the form of the Doctor.

You walked into the ballroom after all the guests had arrived, standing at the top of the stairs and immediately scanned the busy room for the Doctor. Every other time you had tried to find him he had seemed to disappear but tonight he was here, gone was his brown coat and bizarre shoes and in their place was a black suit, a white shirt and black tie along with a shiny pair of black shoes. 

Your eyes stayed locked to his, a smile spreading across your face as he grinned at you, standing off to the side as you walked down the stairs. 

Immediately you were surrounded by suitors but you only had one person in mind. You pushed your way through the crowd, ignoring the shocked and offended gasps, coming to stand before the Doctor who’s smile softened as he looked at you.

“You look beautiful, Princess.” He murmured and you laughed softly, a blush coming to your cheeks.

“Thank you. You look rather handsome yourself, Doctor.” The Doctor opened his mouth to say something but the sound of music coming from the band interrupted him, the men around you talking over themselves as they tried to be the first to dance with you.

“May I?” The Doctor asked and you grinned at him, slipping your hand into his, the two of you laughing as the others complained amongst themselves.

You and the Doctor joined the dance floor, his hand going to your waist and yours resting on his shoulder as your other hands entwined with each other and the Doctor took the lead.

“Doctor, I hate to ruin such a moment but I must know-” You began but the Doctor cut you off.

“The Lonix. There’s a way to stop it.” The Doctor told you, still moving the two of you to the beat of the music, dancing together like you’d been doing it your whole lives. “The only way to stop it is to trap it. If it doesn’t kill you by the time the day ends then it dies.”

“How do we trap it?” You asked, staring at the Doctor with a mix of hope and fear in your eyes and the Doctor squeezed your hand softly.

“It’ll be easier if you’re with me. It’s you it wants, it’s you it’ll follow.” The Doctor told you and you took a deep shuddering breath. “You can stay here though, if you’d like, I can find another way to trap it. This thing is pure evil, feeding off people’s weakest moments and destroying them, I’d understand if you didn’t come.”

“I’m helping you.” You told him, trying to be firm even as your voice shook. “This creature, this monster killed my mother and it wants to kill me. No other family will suffer because of it.”

“I like you, Princess.” The Doctor murmured, a smile pulling at his lips and you chuckled softly.

“I like you too, Doctor. I can honestly say you’re the most exciting thing in my life.” You said and watched as he looked at you in disbelief.

“Come on now, you’re a Princess on a planet that’s full of exciting things.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, watching as his eyebrows knitted together.

“For most that’s true, for me though my father never lets me leave the castle. I haven’t left the castle grounds more than a handful of times since my mother died.” You told him softly, unsure why you trusted him to tell him things you’d never told anybody. “I wished for so long for something to change, for a life of adventure and excitement, one where I could explore and never be stuck in one place ever again. I’m just not sure the universe wants me to have that sort of life.”

“Oh I don’t believe that.” The Doctor grinned. “I think we were meant to find each other, Princess.”

You blushed at his words, looking towards where your hands were still tangled together before forcing your gaze back to him.

“I think I’d rather like that.” You murmured, both you and the Doctor pressing closer to each other, your eyes shifting from his down to his lips.

Before either of you could move there was a loud screeching sound and the whole castle seemed to shake. People around you started to scream, all looking around as they tried to figure out what was happening but your gaze stayed locked on the Doctor’s.

“Allons-y.” He grinned at you and before you had time to question the strange word he was pulling you along with him, his hand still tangled with yours.

He led you out into the grounds and didn’t stop running until the creature was in view. There was a determined look on his face as he suddenly stopped, the creature roaring and flying down towards you.

“Doctor.” You called, voice shaking as you gripped his hand tightly in yours. “Doctor, what are you doing?”

He turned to face you, pulling your gaze away from the Lonix as he cupped your cheeks in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

“Do you trust me?” He asked seriously and you didn’t even hesitate, it should have been a silly question, you’d only known the man for a few days and yet they had been the most memorable days of your whole life.

“Yes.” You answered honestly, without the slightest bit of doubt and the Doctor smiled at you.

“Good. Now remember what I said, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” The Doctor promised and you nodded, putting your life in his hands.

Your breath caught in your throat as the creature flew towards you, your hand still holding the Doctor’s like it was your lifeline. The creature roared as it started its descent towards you and you held your breath, eyes scrunching shut as you waited for something to happen.

When nothing did happen you opened them and gasped at the creature in front of you, it was even bigger from up close. The Lonix thrashed against an invisible barrier, trying to break free but it was no use. 

“Told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” The Doctor said, drawing your attention back to him and you turned towards him with a deep breath.

“That’s it? It can’t hurt me?” You asked, wincing as it shrieked in its cage.

“Nope, it can’t hurt anyone ever again.” The Doctor told you and you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing your arms around him, pulling him into a hug and letting a few tears of relief slid down your face.

“Thank you, Doctor.” You whispered into his chest as his arms came around you, holding you close to him and resting his head on top of yours.

“You’re most welcome, Princess.” The Doctor held you until you pulled away, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks again, wiping the few tears that had fallen. “You should probably get back to your party, wouldn’t want anybody to come looking and find this.”

“That would be difficult to explain.” You laughed softly. “Won’t you join me?”

The Doctor hesitated, looking over his shoulder before turning back to you.

“Of course, Princess.” The Doctor agreed softly, taking your hand back in his and leading you back to the ball which seemed to have continued, forgetting all about the events from before.

The Doctor let you pull him back out onto the dance floor, the two of you talking softly over the music, blocking out all the other suitors who desperately tried to pull you away from the Doctor but most had realised it was no use.

The night went on, you and the Doctor alternating between dancing and sitting alone at a table with drinks in your hand, the alcohol slowly working and making you feel tipsy and you let yourself lean into the Doctor, the Doctor not complaining in the slightest as he pulled you closer.

It wasn’t until a member of the staff finally broke through your bubble that you realised it wasn’t just you and the Doctor in the room. The woman nervously interrupted the two of you and told you your father wanted to see you. 

You excused yourself from the Doctor, letting the woman lead you to where your father stood frowning at you.

“Is everything ok, father?” You asked and watched him shake his head.

“Who is that man you’ve spent the entire evening with?” He demanded to know and this time it was your turn to frown. “He is no King or Prince!”

“What are you talking-” You began to say, looking over your shoulder to see the Doctor was nowhere to be seen. “Excuse me, father.” 

You ignore his protests, walking away from him and leaving the ballroom, making your way out of the castle, hoping the Doctor was just going to check on the creature considering it was past midnight. 

You saw him off in the distance, the creature nowhere to be seen and the Doctor looking as if he were leaving. That wouldn’t do at all, you had chosen him, he was the one you wanted. At first it had been a marriage of convenience but now you were glad of it. 

You liked the Doctor, you felt like you could spend forever with him. 

You followed him down, frowning as you tried to figure out where he was going when you watched him unlock a small blue box before he pushed the door open and went inside. You ran down the hill to catch up with him, most confused about what he was doing.

When you finally got to the box your frown deepened, what in the stars was he doing in there?

“Doctor?” You called, waiting a moment before touching the box, just as you did the door opened and you took a step back as the Doctor stepped out. “What are you doing?”

“Oh well, um, I just had things to check on.” The Doctor stammered and you looked at him as though he had grown another head.

“In a box?” You laughed in disbelief and the Doctor looked between you and the box. “The box doesn’t matter. Doctor, I just spoke with my father and he says he doesn’t know you, that you’re not one of my suitors? How can that be? You were invited here were you not? None of those other Kings or Princes stood a chance once I met you, it’s your bride I wish to be, not theirs.”

“Oh Princess.” The Doctor sighed, looking at you with warmth in his eyes. “I’m not a King, I’m not a Prince.”

“Then who are you? Why are you here if not for me?” You questioned, confused and a little bit devastated that it wasn’t him you could choose.

“Believe me, the only reason I’m here is for you. I’m sorry, I didn’t, I was more focused on the Lonix than those men in there.” The Doctor told you sadly.

“Who are you, Doctor?” You asked because you had always known he was different but you couldn’t begin to know how.

“I’m a Time Lord. This box is the TARDIS, it travels anywhere in time and space.” The Doctor told you, watching as your eyes widened and you shook your head in disbelief. “It’s true, look.”

The Doctor clicked his fingers and the door to the TARDIS flew open, your eyes followed the moment before looking back to the Doctor who gestured for you to enter. You hesitated before doing as he instructed, gasping as you walked in.

“It’s bigger on the inside!” You laughed, walking up to the console and running your fingers along it. “Doctor, it’s amazing!”

“I can take you somewhere, if you’d like.” The Doctor offered and you froze, staring at him with some much hope that it made him smile. “Anywhere you like, any time you like.”

“You mean it?” You whispered, taking a step towards him and the Doctor nodded, taking your hand in his as he spoke.

“I can show you the life you wished for, I can show you the stars you wished on.” He promised and how could you possibly say no to that. 

You didn’t hesitate to agree, unable to stop yourself from hugging him again, blinking away the tears in your eyes as you realised you were finally leaving the castle grounds and you didn’t have to marry a man you didn’t love to explore the universe.

“One trip to the stars, Princess.” The Doctor grinned and you couldn’t help but laugh as he moved around the console, flicking switches and pulling leavers as he went.

The stars were beautiful, you happily listened to the Doctor tell you all about them, getting lost in both the stars and the Time Lord for hours. The one promised trip turned into two, the Doctor insisting you had to see the festival of lights on Luiria which really were the most beautiful sight, the Doctor would have agreed but he’d spent more time watching you than the lights and that was a far better sight. After that he couldn’t let you leave until you’d visited Oaphus and then of course there was Vaetis.

“Hey Doctor?” You said to him one night as the two of you wandered the streets of Noavis after watching a play, the Doctor’s hand in yours, his thumb brushing softly against the back of your hand every once in a while.

“Yeah?” He answered, tilting his head to look at you with a smile, you’d never been able to stop yourself smiling back at the man.

“How long can I stay with you?” You asked him, watching his smile widen as he pulled his hand from yours to drape his arm over your shoulders to pull you closer.

“For as long as you want.” He murmured and you lifted your head to look up at him.

“Forever?” You asked and the Doctor laughed, a laugh full of happiness as his eyes crinkled with how wide he smiled at you.

“Forever sounds perfect, Princess.” He told you, pressing a kiss to your hair and you couldn’t help but agree.

Forever did sound perfect.

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the doctor and the hunter

he met you by chance, chasing the hunt to fill a void within yourself. but its the void in him that you end up filling

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ok this is my first ever writing for doctor who fandom so it could be very shit but here's the crossover spn x dr who crossover that's been living in my brain :) enjoy!

How you ended up in a big blue box flying through space and time is a question that wields a long winded answer about what you thought was a vampire related blood drinking issue and had turned out to be an alien related blood drinking world ending issue instead.

The tall man in a long trench coat, much like one you had years ago become familiar with, and a pinstripe suit seemed extremely (to say the least) confused when he crashed into you tracking these things. He was even more perplexed by your utter lack of surprise upon the knowledge that they were aliens, and your further lack of fear in blindly following him.

“I’ve dealt with my fair share of world ending catastrophes, but we still stand here on earth don’t we?” You’d shrugged, stuffing your handgun full of wooden stake bullets back into your belt. “Strange creature,” he’d mumbled somewhat under his breath, tone carrying remnants of confusion like that on your own face as he shines a light from some little buzzing pen he plucked out of his pocket. “Human. How utterly bizarre, who actually are y-“

He was cut off by you snatching the little thing from his hand, inspecting it between your fingers held up close to your face. He practically squeaked, “Excuse me?” As he tried to rip it back from your grasp. “Careful there, pinstripes.” You warn, making him gape.

That had become usual, the nicknames. You never called him Doctor on that particular adventure. It was pinstripes, brown eyes, alien boy, trench coat, even once called him your lordship completely sarcastically in the heat of a stupid moment. But to be honest, he found it oddly endearing.

He found you oddly endearing.

You are by a country mile the most enigmatic of his companions thus far. It’s odd that anyone should know more about him than he knows about them, especially for his companions. How could it be possible that you draw out of him the most openness he’s ever felt and yet he can’t seem to do the same for you. You’re a closed book, and since travelling with him not once have you spoken of going back to earth when it wasn't required, never breathed a word about family, hadn’t thought twice about joining him or who would miss you. All you had done was take one look over your shoulder, shrug and follow him inside. In fact the only Earthly object you seemed to have any form of attachment to was the cell phone in your utility jacket and the car keys you carried everywhere with you, often found fiddling with the keychains despite not having been seen with a car nor needing one when travelling with him.

Your painstakingly human and yet unimaginable lack of attachment to the human race was dumbfounding even for a man of his calibre with 900 years of world experience under his belt, so to speak.

And then there was those off hand remarks? The one about saving the world when he first met you, then another sticks out particularly in his mind like a sore thumb. He held a door open for you into some kind of danger and he'd prodded a joke. “Chivalry darling, gone from your generation but i’m stuck in the old ways.” Then you'd said, and he could quote exactly, “Park it, pinstripes. I’ve dealt with men plenty older than you.”

Plenty older? He’s 900 years old how could you have possibly ever encountered someone older than you. Upon thought, he doesn’t actually know what age you are but he can’t see you being much farther advanced than 30 at the oldest. The Doctor direly wishes to understand your brilliant mind, the scars of your past and the acceptance of all weird and every wonderful thing he springs on you, but simply cannot fathom how to broach the topic or even make you comfortable enough to bring it up yourself and it’s been nearly six months you’ve spent together.

Passing through the control room of the tardis, you can hear the familiar sound of the Doctor ‘tweaking’. He should learn to do less of that to his blue box space ship, but he’s always changing little things to help her run a little smoother.

“Morning!” He chimes from his place, only popping up his head of statically charged hair to bid you a smile. “Indeed,” you rumble back, perching yourself on a chair sat there, crossing your legs to balance your cereal. “Do i even want to know what you’re doing?”

“Yes,” he beams enthusiastically, way too enthusiastically for this time in the morning if you did say so yourself, but you’ll humour him nonetheless because you had a brother who used to get up go a run in the morning, so nothing could really be worse than that. “I’m fixing her up, few wires crossed up and i’m not sure where to put them. But i’m sure if i just-“

“No.” You cut him off in his ramble, “Wonder what the weather in oblivion is like this time of year.” You snigger, watching that one eyebrow perk up above his square rimmed glasses at your comment. “Well i’m not too sure but i think you could ask- wait? What does that even have to with anything?”

You un cross your legs, setting your bowl down on the floor as you swallow your last mouthful. “Cause that’s where you’ll blow us to if you try putting those two wires together.” You state simply, hopping down into the divet in the floor that he was in. There wasn’t really enough space for two in there, but you made it work anyway as he continued to stare at you in confusion. “Shift.” You instructed, ushering him over a little in the small space so you could crouch to get a better look. “Getting down on your knees is easier,” he murmurs, his tone both littered in confusion and distrust for your TARDIS mechanical skills, but also a hint of worry. He could take an electric shock, he’s superhuman, but your very human body would struggle with such voltage and despite refusing to acknowledge it within himself, he’s grown very found if you very quickly.

You bat your eyelashes teasingly, in a manner that alerts him to an oncoming joke that almost makes him want to preemptively roll his eyes. “Oh doctor if you wanted me down on my knees for you, you didn’t have to fake an electrical fault.” Your voice is full of your sarcasm as you turn around and get down to crawl into the smaller space, but his stomach still flutters a little at the innuendo.

“Very funny.” He snarks, “What’re you doing don’t touch- (y/n)!” He yelps, half expecting you to fry as you start fiddling with the bare wires. “Are you alright?” He rushes, but you just chuckle a dry laugh, “I’m not going to electrocute myself or blow us both up, i know what i’m doing.”

“How could you possibly- what?”

As if on cue, sounds start whirring as you rejoin some wires. “Dad was a mechanic and left us with a very old car.” You offer back in response, now laying on your back in under the machinery. “Pass me my car keys from my pocket please.” You instruct. The Doctor isn’t used to taking instruction, especially not from such an unmovingly stoic and yet secretly so knowledgeable companion.

“Why?” He presses, but clambers out of the hole and strides over to where your coat hangs anyway, digging around until he found the keys. “I need the flick blade on it, why do you ask so many questions? Curiosity killed the cat, you know.” You taunt, still focussing solely on the wiring of the TARDIS, the lighting of which you have already fixed. “Ahhh but satisfaction brought it back, lovely (y/n).” He retorts as he saunters over with your keys, not without pause.

He stops short to look at the keychains added on, a set of house looking keys, car key, an angel halo that doubled as a bottle opener - weird - a few more tidbits but the one that stuck out was a picture keyring. Two men and you, one man on either side. One was tall and soft looking, one was stalky and gruff wearing the same blue utility jacket that you now wear. None of you are smiling, but you're all grimacing. You look knackered, but happy enough to be together.

He hands the keys to you after he climbs back into the space, leaving a moment of silence while you worked.

“Want to make a stop off at your good old home of planet earth, today?” He hums seemingly out of the blue. You do have a family, that’s who they are… surely? Why would you feel the need to keep that from him. “Not really, no.” You reply unbothered. The doctor sighs. “There’s got to be someone missing you down there, desperate to see you eh?” He tries to tease, but you do not jest back.

“Not really, no.” You repeat, echoing your earlier three words exactly with the very very same tone.

“But what about-“

“There's no one. And this is fixed.” You state, tearing off one may piece of electrical tape before you stand up, basically nose to nose with him. “They’re gone.”

His shoulders fall, that sad puppy look on his face telling you he knows exactly what you mean when you say ‘gone’. He knows how that feels, and you know that he knows it because he’s told you all about it. You know about Rose and the pain he felt when he lost her, and by god do you know that pain well. You may be the only person in the world who knows that pain he feels. Only a select few in the world know that level of loss and unfortunately, you are one of them.

There’s been more loss in your life than you could ever have imagined. You’ve actually lost every single person who had ever passed through it. Every, single, solitary, one.

Maybe he would understand that.

“Everyone’s gone, that’s the way it is in life.” You mutter, pulling yourself out of the divet and stalking away to find a rag to wipe your hands. He waits a moment, but he couldn’t leave you like this. Usually, he would let you go, leave you to your own devices because he felt like that was what you wanted, maybe needed. But the doctor has a funny hunch now it’s not want you want and it’s definitely not what you need. You just feel as though that’s how it’s supposed to be because it’s all you’ve ever grown accustomed to knowing.

“(y/n)!” He calls out after you, “If anyone knows loss, it’s me. Please. You can talk to me, you should talk to me. Who are those men in that picture and why do you not have any self preservation. And no fear of any of this. I’ve never known anyone to see this all so normal so quickly?” He presses, following you down the halls until you finally just stop in the library, bracing yourself on a shelf.

“My brothers.” You breathe, “They, we- it’s complicated and long and painful, ten.” You struggle, tears catching in your voice. “I’m no stranger to pain and we have all the time in the universe.”

—

“I knew an angel once.” You hummed out, seemingly deep in thought after yet another wild adventure. This was it, the Doctor thought, this was an opening. His curiosity was firmly piqued for you had actually just said a real life angel and for the fact he really, really wanted to get to know you in the deepest way possible. “A real angel? Is that the ‘plenty older than me’ then?” He asks, voice dripping with intrigue as he leans forward in his chair after directly quoting you from over two months ago. “Yeah,” you breathe a laugh, “Much older than you, unfortunately Doctor, your 900 years isn't quite close.” You tease.

“How old!” He encourages enthusiastically, almost forgetting that you had said “knew” and “once.” He was gone too.

“Very, billions and billions of years, eons old. As old as time, really.” You shrug, “His name was Castiel, met him when he dragged my brother out of hell. Gripped him right and raised him from perdition and all that sort of stuff.”

How could you possibly have said that sentence as casually as you had.

“He was probably my best friend in the world he-" You pause for a moment, “He used to take me places, telling me all about them. Took me all the way back to 1912 once to show me the titanic, you know, before it tragically sunk and took thousands of lives but it was beautiful.” The memory is clearly a good one, a breathtaking one even because you have this glint in your eyes you only ever seem to get when seeing or remembering something of true brilliance and amazement. “He could just magic butterfly’s out of his hands and brought me the most amazing little trinkets from his travels. He was amazing.”

He was amazing.

“He was more than just a friend, wasn’t he?” He presses softly, watching a distinct sadness flicker through your eyes, that very same one actually that appears in is when he speaks of rose.

“Yeah,” you mutter softly, “He was the love of my life, actually.”

—-

“You know when i die?”

“Excuse me?” The doctor all but barks, shooting up from his place by the control panel. Your comment came so out of the blue it completely took him by surprise. “When you what?”

“When i die, because we both know it’s going to happen and in this life? It’s probably sooner rather than later-”

“Not if i have anything to say about it!” He interjects, but you simply roll your eyes to shrug him off. “Yeah yeah, but most of the time, I’ve learned you don’t because nobody does.” You defuse, ignoring his sad puppy face. “But when it happens, i need you to promise me a few things.”

“Okay…” he follows along, trying to ignore the hurt that had settled itself firmly into his now heavy chest.

“We have this thing-”

“We?”

“Hunters- stop asking questions!”

“Fine! Sorry, go on.”

“A hunters funeral, if you just built up some logs, wrap me up, chuck on some salt and burn the body.” You explain, somewhat harshly because it’s so very normal to you. “Your body, that’s you, i couldn’t ever!” He exclaims, brown eyes wide in his utter shock. You grimace, anticipating this reaction. “Well it’s not me anymore though, gotta stay gone.” You try to reason, but he’s raised to his feet closer to you now. “Salt?!”

“Salt and burn, commonplace for hunters. It’s to make sure we can’t come back. No ghosts or gouhles can jump in take my body for a joyride.” You shrug, watching a whole range of emotions flood through those beautiful brown eyes. “It’s really important to me, you have to promise me, Doctor.”

The tall brunette seems to think about it for a few moments before he sighs, drops his head and then nods. “And just…take care of my car too? She’s a little battered but she’s really important to me y’know?” You add, somewhat shyly, averting your eyes from his.

“Well,” he claps suddenly, very excitedly, “You best take me to see this majestic old car then!”

—

Majestic indeed she is, he’s enthralled by the shiny black and it’s overly long American 60’s style. It’s in such good condition and it seems to just leak out every memory it has, full of love and laughter but also agony and breaking hearts. “Oh my god! You can almost feel her energy she’s…” He continues talking, but you can’t hear him anymore. Your ears are ringing potently, your feet rooted to the spot, eyes wide and heart thundering.

If you listen closely enough, you could hear Dean blaring Eye of The Tiger while Sam complains it’s too loud over your eldest brothers booming, awful singing.

“(y/n)? Love? Are you alright?” The Doctor stops short, slowly stepping back to where you are. You try to speak but the words are easily stuck behind the lump in your throat. It’s then that he does something strange, budges the gap of pain between you two.

The Doctor takes your hand.

You're scared to start her. Scared that when you open the door it’ll smell like gunpowder and Dean’s cologne. Scared you’ll turn on the engine and his music will start with the same CD he last had in there before driving to the place where he would ultimately leave you without the man who raised you. You’re scared she’ll break down and without Dean and Sam hovering above you, you’re scared you won’t be able to get her back humming. In the very same breath, you are terrified that you’ll open the door and it won’t smell like home anymore. You are utterly petrified that Dean’s music won’t play through the grainy old speakers and even more she runs smooth and you won’t even get to open her bonnet again and relive those days where your little hands weren’t allowed in there, so you just at by Dean and Sam and watched them work.

"It's just..." You pause to release a shaky breath, "It's his stupid bloody car isn't it?" The time lord doesn't know how to reply really, but your voice is such a difficult thing to read in this moment. It carries this weird mixture of sarcasm, hurt, betrayal, loss and just so so much pain and longing for something that you can never get back.

No one would ever love you like Dean had. Sam was close, but he never had to raise you like Dean did. It was like you had lost your actual father, and then you proceeded to lose the man who was actually your dad. Who raised you and loved you and fed you and clothed you, made sure you were safe and happy, protected and warm at night even if it meant he couldn't be any of those things. If it meant he had to die, go hungry, go cold, suffer through all kinds of literal and figurative kinds of hell to keep you here - alive.

Even if anyone ever loves you again, if you ever find love in this very sick and very twisted world that you had fallen into instead of being like any other normal, 9-5 working human, it still could never be the same. Because you had lost the only parent you'd ever really known, even if he was your brother.

"It is his car." The doctor agrees solemnly, tucking his chin to his chest as he can physically feel the pain emanating off of you. "It's his stupid car that rattles because Sam pushed a toy into the back door, the gears never change properly, it's been destroyed more times than it's been working. It drinks fuel like no tomorrow and it rumbles unhappily when you take it over 40. But it's his car. His car with all the drawings i did under the carpet in the trunk." You walk around it, leading the brown haired lanky time lord behind you, only letting go of his hand when you pull open the driver side door. "And- yep - the 2nd grade letter i wrote for him on fathers day." You pull out the pink piece of paper from tucked under the driver bench seat. "It's where we slept a lot of nights, we spent more nights here than we had hot meals and even they were usually form little dive bars or disgusting high way fast food places driving from one place to another."

You had so much pain in your life, and this car seemed to carry it all under its roof.

"And our initials carved into the inside of this door." You pull open the back seat, tucking your fingers behind the cap in the plastic cladding on the inside so you would pull it back to reveal the three seats on initials scraped into the metal inside. "It's his car and it's...it's just-"

"It's home." His soft voice takes you by surprise because he hadn't seemed to speak in so long, letting you talk about your home the same way he had his. It's a little different, but it was your home. That house you spent a few years in, all those motels, Bobby's house and Jody's house were all just that. Houses, some where you felt safe and some where you didn't. This right here, this battered up old 1969 Chevrolet Impala with all the weapons in the back and an endless load of memories, had been your home all of your life.

You let him sit in the passenger seat with a scrapbook of adventures and tidbits of your writing that you'd added in about what you had fought in accordance to the date and the pictures included. He got to read through the book of your lives really, all those pictures that he can see of your brothers and your angel.

And it's in knowing them, in reading these adventures and getting to know the history and the life of your family, that the Doctor truly feels he has never known you more.

---

"How could you possibly want this one," The alien grumbles, a disturbingly dismissive laugh leaving his disgusting face. "She's so painfully human and sickeningly broken. Look at her, she longs in that meaningless little human mind of hers, all those feelings and pathetic wants for love. They are so amusing, is that why you keep it."

"What?" The Doctor demands incredulously, breathless in his horror that something would speak of you in such a way. He spares a look at you on the floor in some kind of cage behind the alien, curled into foetal position whimpering away in the stupor of whatever they had drugged you with.

How could anyone ever think that of you? You are strong, independent, of course broken hearted because you had experienced loss on a scale unparalleled by most, but you have an unreal determination, you are funny and kind, you still try to see the good in the world and fight to keep the universe safe the way you always had to make your brothers proud.

"My god," the alien scoffs, "Look at her! Look at her whimpering like a child! She was begging for you, begging for you to rescue her like an infant. In fact, we have infants stronger than that here! Somewhere in that filthy little brain of hers she truly believes someone like you could ever feel for her the same thing she feels for you. How pitiful."

Shock and horror wrenches its way through his entire body, rocking him to his very soul. How do you feel about him?

"She's nothing-"

"Enough, now!" He booms, his eyes wild with a rage very rarely seen in the Doctor. "Human's are not yours to take. They are beautiful and each unique and this one...this one is special. You could never fathom the things she has done and the things she had been through to keep this entire universe from being wiped out, erased and completely restarted with creatures like us entirely removed from existence. She is...she... I would do anything for her. I will destroy your entire existence if i have to. Whatever i have to do to get her back from you, I will do." His voice is stoney, strong and protective but filled with an untouched emotion. Filled with something you hadn't heard directed at you in a long time and even in your distressed, half conscious state of extreme discomfort; you feel unbearable relief because he is here for you. He is here to get you and the emotions in his voice are for you, the anger is stewed up within him from the importance of your existence to him.

This all powerful doesn't really need you. He invited you along because he was lonely and he hated to manage by himself. He brought you along for his aching soul and now, he's found that he actually does need you. Maybe not in the most literal of sense. He could travel and fight these evils without your knowledge or your hand to hand combat skills.

But he could not do this without you anymore, not in an emotional sense. It was there that he actually did need you. He needed you like you need air to survive. His brown eyes have to be the ones that see you padding around half asleep looking for a glass of water in the night. His hair has to be the one that you run your hands through when it gets a little to wild and his voice has to be the ones that lulls you back to sleep after nightmares about the live you once lived and the deaths that you have seen or played a hand in.

He would burn this entire planet to dust if that was what it took to get you back from them, because in every sense of possibility, he needs you.

The Doctor needs the hunter.

[davidtennan-t]

TW: Deadname Mention

As awful as it is to bring up Rose’s deadname, there’s a subtle message behind why Donna named her child ‘Jason’

The name Jason means ‘healer’

Donna named her child after the Doctor, choosing the closest name which represents the Doctor - she named her child after her very best friend, even when she couldn’t remember him

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine the Doctor reminiscing about your arrival on the TARDIS...

"Do you remember the first thing you said when you walked into the TARDIS for the first time?" The Doctor asked.

Taking your eyes off the wiring in your hands, you glanced at the time-traveler. Of course you remembered.

The Doctor had told you that the first thing companions noticed was that the TARDIS was bigger on the inside but you - no, you said something else.

"I said it was beautiful."

Humming as the memory resurfaced, a smile planted itself as the Doctor watched you with an almost dreamy expression. "Yes, you did."

~ More imagines here ~

[raspbel-art]

A time lord, a demon, a hero, an officer

Bonus

A father

[shuichiakainx]

[nghtwngs]

silly human traditions

description: you’ve never had a new year’s kiss before. neither has the doctor. you decide to change that tonight.

pairing: tenth doctor x reader (you can probably read it as eleven too!)

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining

word count: 1.2k

warnings: alcohol consumption (by the doctor), ten might be ooc bc im literally rewatching eleven’s episodes (im on the second christmas special rn!) and i think ive lost his voice but i hope that’s not the case

a/n: happy new year!! i wrote this up like real fast bc i was thinking about kissing ten and well… yeah

You walk into the TARDIS’s control room with a huge grin plastered on your face. “Doctor, we have to celebrate our first New Year!”

The Doctor looks up from the control console and turns his head to face you. “New Year?” His eyebrows are furrowed, lips curled down into a frown. “There’s no concept of time in the time vortex—how would we celebrate New Year’s?”

“Well, my phone’s calendar doesn’t change.” You pull out your device, opening the calendar app and holding it up for him to see. “It’s currently December 31st. And also we celebrated the holidays this past week.”

He pulls out his glasses out of his suit and puts them on. He squints at your screen anyway. “Well, I guess so. How’d you figure we do that?” He jumps up, running over to you. “What about a planet where everything is made of water? Or we could watch a galaxy of stars fizzle out into nothing but dust!”

“Well, Doctor, I was thinking we could just, I don’t know… spend it on Earth? Watch the ball drop in Time Square or something? Hm, actually maybe not that.”

“You little humans and all your traditions.”

“You love it.”

He mirrors your cheeky grin. “Alright, then! I think I have just the place.” He rushes over to the console, doing his thing. The TARDIS makes her signature wheezing noise, reminding you to hold on tight. “New York! Present year… well, for you anyway. Two hours ‘til midnight. Dress well. We have a party to crash!”

You make a sound of excitement, giving the Doctor a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Amazing.” You run off to the TARDIS’s vast wardrobe to find an appropriate outfit.

After finishing getting ready, you pop back into the control room to find the Doctor fiddling with his tie. He’s dressed in a black suit. A classic. You think it suits him well. (Pun not intended.)

“No bow tie this time?” you ask, walking over to him.

He just shakes his head. “Nah.”

“You clean up nicely,” you say, tightening his tie for him.

He smiles so softly at you that it makes your heart ache with need. “You do too.”

You clear your throat when the intensity of his gaze hits you. “Well, we better get to the party. Don’t wanna miss anything else.” You link your arms, dragging him out of the TARDIS.

Turns out, the party he took you to crash is filled with a bunch of celebrities. No one either of you care for, but celebrities nonetheless. It makes you feel important to be around all these people. Like you’re important enough to be around the Doctor, who you’d say is the most famous of them all. It makes you feel special. Being here. With him, but maybe not with him.

He doesn’t even bother to correct anyone when they mistake you for being an item. You often wonder if there is any deeper meaning behind that. It makes your heart stumble off beat. But that’s silly. A ridiculous, quite pathetic notion.

Silly human things, you suppose.

But it’s okay. He makes you feel special. Anyone the Doctor chooses to be his companion is special.

The very best of humanity, he’d say.

The Doctor has a sip of some random alcoholic drink you were both offered (you declined) and sticks his tongue out in disgust. He immediately places the glass back onto the tray. “That was dreadful. Absolutely dreadful.”

You can’t stop yourself from giggling until he grabs your water and chugs the entire thing. You grumble, “I was about to drink that.” But your words come out much too soft, too fondly for him to believe you’re really upset over it.

He leads you out onto the balcony with his hand on your back. You forget all about your drink.

“Oh my, God!” You double over, holding onto the Doctor’s arm. “They were sentient? How can grass be sentient?” You both continue to wheeze like it’s the funniest thing the two of you ever heard.

“Yeah, they were quite rude honestly. Telepathic. Said my hair looks ridiculous,” he muses. His voice suddenly goes quiet. He leans into you, staring into your eyes like it’d make you any more honest. “Does my hair look ridiculous?”

You run your fingers through his locks, making sure not to mess them up. “Your hair looks great. I always like it.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

You nod in agreement.

Cheers erupt from inside, and you’re worried you missed the countdown. But there’s still another five minutes left.

“Do you have any resolutions for the New Year, Doctor?”

“Resolutions? Why would I need resolutions? Is that some human tradition? Why do you have so many traditions?”

“People just want to have goals, I guess? I never really stuck with mine. And well, it’s really just that and uh… the New Year’s kiss.”

“New Year’s kiss?” He frowns.

“Yeah, they say if you kiss someone at midnight on New Year’s, it’ll strengthen the bond between you? I don’t know. It’s silly. I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss before, so I couldn’t tell you if it’s true or not.”

“Huh.” There’s his thinking face. Nothing good ever comes from his thinking face. Not unless you’re in a life or death situation, and you don’t think you are right now. At least you really hope not. “Do you… Would you like to test that theory out?”

You almost choke. “What?”

“Well, I mean, it’s not like we have to or anything.”

“I didn’t peg you as the superstitious type.”

“I’m not. But no harm in trying it out, right?”

No, there’s a lot of harm in trying it out, you want to say. You think your heart might explode out of your chest. That would be a horrible way to start out the new year. He’d have to find another companion whose heart stays in their chest cavity and away from both of his.

“Yeah, no harm at all.”

Why can’t your mouth just stay shut sometimes?

You hear the countdown start.

Ten.

He holds your chin between his index finger and thumb.

Nine.

His warm eyes look into yours.

Eight.

You’ve never been touched with such gentleness before.

Seven.

His scent is so clean and warm and so him.

Six.

The proximity is completely dizzying.

Five.

You think you can feel your knees buckle.

Four.

How can he look at you as if you’re the only interesting thing in the universe?

Three.

When he’s seen it all.

Two.

A quick glance at your lips.

One.

The Doctor presses his lips against yours. It’s wonderful. He tastes like berries. When in the world did he have berries? Your arms slink around him, pulling him as close as possible. He doesn’t seem to mind. He cups your face with his hands. What a brain melting kiss. The strings of his hearts are knotting with yours. You want to be consumed by this feeling.

It doesn’t register that you have to breathe for a minute, but you think you’d kiss him forever if you could. You have all the time in the world anyway. You wonder how long can Time Lords go without air. Probably much longer than humans, yeah? You, with much reluctance, pull away.

He pecks your lips again. He grins cheekily at you. “A while.”

You scoff. You hate it when he does that. And when he smiles at you like that. Your neck grows hot even though it’s cool outside. “It’s midnight.” You’re still breathless.

“It is.”

“You’re my first New Year’s kiss.”

“You’re mine.”

Maybe it’s true; the bond between you does feel stronger this year. You kiss him again and then some more.