the noble conversations
carer of the stars
I had an idea to write down every single conversation that takes place in the house Noble now that the Doctor is leaving with them, but we'll see how that goes. For now, I just got my own heart broken over Wilf and Fourteen, so here you are <;3
Mind you, it's all dialog. It's a thing. Whatever.
"Anything good up there?"
"Oh! Doctor!"
"Wi-ilf! My marvelous friend. Got you a new thermos."
"Ohh, you shouldn't have! Come sit, I was just about…"
"And a new blanket. This one always keeps you warm! See? Got actual light-threads of Aurora Borealis woven into it, like, actual light threads! Did you know the northern lights are really magnificently warm? Ain't it just brilliant?"
"Ohhh, ho-ho… It sure sparkles! The northern lights?"
"Northern as they come!"
"From the actual thingy? You're not saying those are aliens?"
"Well… not in itself– I mean if you– Sometimes– Oh, nevermind. A warm alien blanket for the most dedicated starkeeper!"
"Thank you, my friend. Oh, but it is wonderful to have you back!"
"Ha-haa!"
"And the thermos? Some clever thing as well? You never seem to run out of them, I say!"
"Oh! Well, it's just a thermos. Sorry. Should have thought of something… Donna Kerblam-ed it today."
"Ker-what?"
"Oh, you know. Got it from the thing, the what's-its-name. Amazon, whatever. Same difference. Although why call a delivery service after the forests, the warrior tribe, and the fifth wettest lake in the non-gravitational space, I will never understand. So yeah… Just a thermos, really. She says yours never keeps enough warmth."
"Well, this one will. Come on, sit with me a moment, keep the old man company. I was just saying hello to the skies. Been a while, yes it has."
"I'm sure they missed you, too."
"Oh, Doctor. Always know a thing to say."
"No, I'm serious! The stars remember, Wilf. They certainly remember you, you've kept… a brilliant watch. Watched them all when nobody else bothered to look."
"Ha! Says you, who travelled them. Nuh, I'm good with my personal favorites. Shame I can't see the rest, though."
"Well–"
"No, that's alright. Hush, Doctor. Not in the travelling form these days."
"Well, I could… Hold on."
"What is it? What are you doing?"
"Take a look."
"Oh… Oh!.."
"Beautiful, ain't it?"
"Doctor! But what?.. How?.."
"Sli-ightly enhanced the perception abilities of your telescope, resonated the image. Added a few filters. The universe is enormous, Wilf. Now you can see it. So many more stars to meet."
"Doctor…"
"Oh, no! I meant it as a good thing! You still have time, I promise you that! Oh. Wait. Ohh! Happy tears. Happy tears, right. Sorry, I'm rubbish at–"
"Thank you, my friend. My dear, dear friend, thank you for everything."
"Thank you. For just as much."
"And I mean it, Doctor. It's wonderful to have you back."
"That's the thing, though. I don't want to be wonderful. I mean, not the Time Lord wonderful. I mean, not all the time. I just… want to be. With all of you."
"She did get you home, didn't she?"
"Yeah… She really did."
"Well, I always said, I always told her she's amazing. And she missed you terribly. Heart-breaking, Doctor. I was heart-breaking to watch her. So much sadness, and nowhere to put it. Carried it around, like luggage. Never understanding– No, I know. Don't have to explain it. Just trust me, Doctor, because I've been here. I had a duty of watching, if nothing else. With you home, it's so, so much better."
"A duty of care…"
"What was that?"
"No, it's just– Just something I used to say. Nevermind. I think you're the best man I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, Wilfred Mott. The watcher and the carer of the stars."
"My Donna's a whole galaxy."
"Ha! Yes, she is. And so are you."
"And you, Doctor. Welcome to the family."
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"So, how are the new stars, Wilf?"
"Marvelous... Just marvelous."
"I could tell you stories about them."
"Could you really? About all of them?"
"About all of them. One night at a time. That's a promise."
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Okay I've calmed down enough to maybe put this into words.
Fourteen's ending was so validating to me as an aroace person, specifically because they chose platonic love. Often, QPRs are treated as a last resort, a poor consolation prize for people who can't have romantic partnerships. But Donna has a husband, and while I firmly believe the Doctor is on the ace spectrum, the Newton conversation implies that Fourteen isn't aroace. Despite the fact that he could be in a romantic relationship, the Doctor chooses a platonic partnership. And Donna gets to have both! What's more, her husband and her best friend get along, they aren't jealous or competing for her attention. It's so rare for media to treat platonic relationships as equally valuable and desirable as romantic/sexual ones, and it gave me so much hope for my future.
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Guys, it’s finally here, my first soft af Fourteen fic!
I have so many Fourteen and Donna fics on the go, but this one is the first one I’ve managed to finish so if you want some feels then here you go ✨
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The Doctor: I'm Donna's right-hand arm. Man. I'm Donna's everything. I'm her confidante, her best friend. Her silly rabbit.
Martha: Her what.
The Doctor: Her silly rabbit.
Martha: Her silly rabbit?
The Doctor: Yes :)
Martha: Is that what she calls you?
The Doctor: No.
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14 stumbles upon a converse outlet store while out shopping with Donna
queue absolute mayhem as he wanders around all the different converse in a permanent state of ✨shapes and colours✨
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i am so normal about rose noble. I definitely am not still thinking about how donna has a trans daughter who she literally said she would 'descend on' transphobes to protect, and how the doctor has an adoptive niece who named herself after someone he loved and who he's implied he takes on trips behind her mum's back, and that she has their memories of time travel and uses them to make plushies, and that she's apparently coming back next series
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