A Healthy Dose Of Narcissism

“Just a nip?” Ten begs.

“You can tell you’re the youngest” Eleven laughs.

“Come on,” Ten tries again, “We only-”

Eleven knows where that sentence is heading. “We shouldn’t even have that!” Eleven remembers him.

“Exactly, we gotta make the most of it… This short time we have together.”

Eleven sighed, “I don’t know, hey, we’re Time Lords and we can’t even make time for each other… I can’t make time for me,” Eleven corrected himself. He sighed and added, “What does that say about me… us?”

Ten smiled, “A little narcissism now and again is good for the soul.” And he reached up to nip his elder’s lips.

Eleven half smiled but the thought played on his mind, as it did now and again. Every time he programmed the TARDIS to land in his past. Every time he look upon his younger eyes.

“Okay,” he said finally.

“Huh?” Ten cocked his head, questioning.

“Okay,” he repeated with a big grin.

“Oh…” The thought hit Ten very slowly, “Oh. Oh yes!” He giggled as he leant in to nip at Eleven’s neck.

With his soul already marked, why not mark the skin?

Hello there lovely followers! I’m your new mod! You can call me Mod Rory (since he’s literally me)! Our wonderful original mod has been kind enough to have me on as well since they are a very busy bee.

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[2/2] The older Time Lord's warm voice glided gently in a tune that bent in strange chromatic curves and wound in wistful minor curls, like the wind rippling over the rusty sands of Gallifrey. Ten's breath caught in his throat. “That song...” He whispered. “I remember it...” Eleven's humming ceased a moment, and Ten felt the older Time Lord grow still. Then Eleven's nimble fingers were in his hair, lightly stroking. “Shhh,” came Eleven's voice softly, sadly. “Go to sleep, Ten.” -minific!anon

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I am so so sorry for this hiatus. I didn’t mean to neglect this blog but real life has been busy and, well, -

anyway, I can’t promise I’ll get back to posting frequently, but I’ll try and fill up the queue for you guys because we got some lovely asks while I was absent!

You guys are still free to send asks and submissions (please do!) but, as you were probably aware, it might take a while for them to be posted.

sorry again and have a lovely day <3

Thanks for the thoughts about ageplay, somedrwhoracerfangirl… Btw it all fits together perfectly. Tentoo and Ganger take care of the Doctors, someone wrote, that Eleven is a bedwetter, and now you.

It all started quite accidentally. They just got home from an adventure and Eleven looked really tired. “Are you alright?” Asked Ten. “Yeah, just tired.” He yawned. Ten picked him up gently and carried him to their bedroom. “Good night.” He kissed Eleven’s forehead. “Night, daddy.” Whispered the older Time Lord. Ten thought he said it just because he was sleeping.

The next time this came up was when Eleven thought he was going to die. He spent half of his ‘last night’ sitting on Ten’s lap and crying. Ten didn’t really know what to do, so he stroked Eleven’s hair and whispered: “It’ll be okay, baby.” His boyfriend looked up at him. “I’m scawed daddy.” Ten stared at him. “I-I-I’m sorry, I didn’t…” Eleven got up, grabbed his coat and left. Ten was stunned. It took him about 5 minutes to realize what happened. He cried.

Eleven disappeared and Ten blamed himself. Eleven wouldn’t tell him, what’s going on, that night he ran away. But that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was, that his boyfriend probably left him. Or so he thought until one day, he heard a soft knock on the door. He sprinted there, hoping to see Eleven. And there he stood, wearing his old tweed jacket, a blue bowtie and a fez. Ten jumped at him and hugged him tightly. “Did you miss me?” “Oh hell I did. And… I’m sorry about the last time.” “That’s okay.” Eleven entered his TARDIS.

After talking about what happened, they decided to go to Eleven’s TARDIS, which, according to what he said, needed a bit of repairing. And as they repaired, Ten asked Eleven, if he was into ageplay. He did some research after that incident. He was 99% sure his boyfriend was going to say yes and he really did.

It took Eleven a few hours to get really tired. He could barely keep his eyes open. “You have to go to bed, Ellie.” Ten appeared next to him. “But I’m not done with this stuff yet.” “You can finish that in the morning.” “I want to finish it now, I dislike pausing when I work.” “That might be true, but you shouldn’t stay up too late. Little boys like you shouldn’t do this.” Eleven knew what Ten meant by this. “I’m sorry, daddy.” He stood up, placed all of his tools back to the places where they belonged and then he turned back to Ten. “Lead the way.” Said his younger self. “But I’m too tired to walk.” Ten chuckled. “Okay, come here.” He picked Eleven up and started to walk. “Don’t fall asleep. You have to give me directions.” Sleepy Eleven is bad, but sleepy child!Eleven would be capable to get lost on a straight road. Ten had to ask the TARDIS. When he finally reached the room, Eleven was sleeping in his arms and was sucking on his thumb. He managed to open the door without waking him up. When he entered the room, he was fairly surprised. Eleven had loads of ageplay things, from toys and dummies to nappies and an actual crib. Ten turned on the lights. Eleven woke up. “Daddy…” He whispered tiredly. “Ellie. You have to stay up for a bit. You can’t sleep like this.” Eleven nodded. Ten set him down on a changing table and went to get some more appropriate clothes. He found an onesie with small TARDISes on it. Changing Eleven was not difficult. He knew, that the longer it takes the longer he has to stay up. “Stay with me pwease…” He mumbled, as Ten prepared to put him in the crib. “Fine. But you’ll probably fall asleep before I get us to the bedroom.” Eleven giggled. To Ten’s surprise, Eleven managed to stay awake the whole time. “Are you going to read me a bedtime story?” Asked the older Doctor as they entered their bedroom. “Of course I am.” Ten laid Eleven down and placed the covers over him. “Which story would my little boy like to hear?” “I don’t know. Something funny.” Ten opened the book and started to read. Eleven fell asleep in the middle of the story, slightly snoring and sucking on his thumb. Ten made a mental note to get him a dummy. He finished the story to make sure Eleven was really asleep and then he went to bed himself.

Eleven started to wet the bed after the Ponds were gone. When they ageplayed before, Eleven never wet the bed. He came to Ten hoping he’d make him feel better. He did make him feel better. At least until the morning. He woke up and he knew that something was wrong, he just couldn’t tell what. When Ten woke up he, even though he knew that Eleven was dry, asked if he was wet. Then he realised what happened. You can imagine Ten’s surprise when Eleven, after so many times of shaking his head, whispered: “Yes.”