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Nightmare

I think it would mean a lot to Kate Stewart to meet the Doctor who ultimately started her father's UNIT journey. Because of Timey Wimey stuff she can't tell him who she is of course, but she can still show some thanks.

Bonus:

Clara Oswald x Time Lord!Reader

Summary: Being a Time Lord, Y/n didn’t tend to sleep, so when their girlfriend, Clara, finds them in their room on the TARDIS fast asleep she worries.

Third person, they/them pronouns, 11th Doctor makes an appearance

Fluff.

Clara woke up on her own, this morning. That never happened. Mornings on the TARDIS usually began with her partner, Y/N, waking her up by jumping on her and attacking her with kisses.

But not this morning.

Clara went looking for Y/N, confused and concerned about why this morning was different. She found them in their room, curled up in a pile of blankets, fast asleep. At first, Clara couldn’t help but smile at the sight, but quickly that smile faded when she saw the sweat on Y/N’s brow and the troubled look on their face, like they were having bad dreams.

She went up to them, brushing some hair away from their face, and immediately she noticed how warm they felt. She had placed her hand on their forehead and Y/N jolted awake at the sensation of Clara’s cold skin.

“Shh shh,” she brushed her fingers through their hair. “It’s okay, it’s only me.”

“Clara?” Y/N questioned as they came to their senses. “What happened?”

Clara smiled empathetically. “You didn’t wake me up today. I came to find you,” she explained. “You’re burning up, Y/N/N.” She frowned, still running her fingers through their hair.

“Oh, am I?” They said confused, their brain still very clearly not fully awake. Clara frowned, and placed a loving kiss to their forehead. Y/N shivered pulling the blankets tighter around themself.

“Y/N/N, I think you might be sick,” she said softly. “I’m gonna go get the Doctor, stay here, okay?” Y/N just closed their eyes, and Clara knew they weren’t going anywhere at the moment.

~

A few minutes later, Clara came back with the Doctor. He kneeled down, next to Y/N and felt their forehead, waking them up again, as they had quickly fallen back to sleep since.

“Hey, hey you,” he cooed. “You’re in one hell of state.”

“Still not as bad as you, mate,” Y/N poked fun, making the Doctor chuckle quietly. Then he took out his screwdriver and did a quick scan. “So what’s the diagnosis, Doc?”

He looked at his screwdriver and read it’s results. “Ah, I thought as much.”

“What? What is it?” Clara wondered, a faint bit of worry in her voice. She’d never seen Y/N sleep before, and clearly they were sick. She didn’t know how bad it was, but the Doctor didn’t seem so worried, which eased her nerves a little bit.

“Don’t worry, Clara,” he turned to her with a smile. “It’s just a rough bit of Noctis Fever, essentially a time lord’s flu.” He tossed his screwdriver once in the air, and put it back in jacket. “Plenty of rest, and they’ll be back on their feet in no time.”

Clara smiled, sighing in relief at the news. “Oh, that’s a relief. I don’t know why, I didn’t realize time lords could get sick.”

“Of course we can,” the Doctor scoffed at the idea. “We’re not gods, Clara.” Then he smiled and gave Clara a pat on the head, before leaving the room. She sat down besides Y/N, and resumed stroking their hair as before. Y/N smiled at the contact, but still was shivering.

“Your hand is cold,” they said, quietly. Clara let out a soft breath of a laugh.

“I’m sorry,” she replied, tucking them into their blankets. “How about this, I’m going to go make you the classic, human remedy to all sicknesses, a nice warm bowl of soup. How does that sound?”

Y/N smiled, loving Clara even more in this moment. “That sounds nice,” they nodded.

“I’ll be right back,” Clara smiled again, and left for the kitchens.

~

Summary: You receive some jarring news and Alma knows how to get you feeling like yourself again. 

AO3

A/N: First of all, thank you all so much for 50+ followers! It means the world to me that so many of you enjoy my writing! I am so grateful for each and every one of you little lovelies. 

Second, I know this isn’t really what a lot of you are waiting on. I do see your requests and I love writing them, but at the end of the day I started this account for myself - because I love to write. So yes, I am writing your requests. But be patient. This account is for me above anyone else. All I ask is that you’re all kind with me while I get to them. I am only one person, after all. 

Warning(s): Talk of Sickness and Death

“Miss Y/N, there is a telephone call for you!” Bronwyn said excitedly.

You’d been helping Emma in the kitchen, cutting up vegetables for dinner when she had come running in. There was dirt on her hands from helping Fiona in the garden, so you knew one of the other children was holding the phone for you. You couldn’t help but wonder where Alma was. She’d never let Bronwyn, or any of the children, run around so messy.

Alma LeFay Peregrine x fem!reader

Warnings: abuse, swearing, death, fluff, angst

Words: 5k

A/N: it’s been a while, hasn’t it. Lol. I’ve been having my exams and shit and I’ve been working on this for the longest time so I’m really sorry if there’s a word that’s not supposed to be there, I don’t really proof read. But hopefully more stuff shall be coming soon. Ta ta! Xx

You Might Be Sleeping (nsfw)

Pairing: Chessy x reader

Summary: even though you and Chessy are broken up now, she’s the only one you trust enough to call

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, soft smut, mentions of roofies/druggings

Notes: idk what this is but I needed some comfort ?

Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope this is what you were looking for and of course there is gonna be a second part. I live for angsty things so this was incredibly exciting to write.

part two

Carry you

Your eyes go wide when you see her knees give in, she bends to the side, unable to stop the numbness in her body that doesn’t allow her to react, to say a single word of protest. The poison starts sliding quickly and Larissa feels it as her body stiffens, her breath quickens, her head gets fuzzy. Rage, worry, incredulity rush over you at what just presented before your eyes. Your powers start tingling, your fingers explode with the will to lash out all the energy you always guarded inside of you. Before reaching Larissa to the ground, you extend your arms and a vortex of energy makes the walls shake, the jars crush down, the windows break all together. A scream is what follows. Laurel is catapulted three meters away from Larissa; her body crashes with violence against a chest of drawers full of dusty, heavy books that, following the collision, fall upon her already weakened body, that’s now knocked down by electric shock. Wednesday, who has never really imagined you could be able to discharge such a power, opened her mouth in pure shock and silent admiration.

“Professor y/n?”, she says hesitantly, concern written in her dark orbits.

You take a quick glance at her, in order to reassure her. Larissa seems so feeble and weak, out of the blue. It’s so unlike her, you feel like trapped in a bubble. Your mind screams for her to get up. You know it wouldn’t have been that easy. Her chest rises and falls so quickly it makes your head spin. You wish to end Laurel’s life, but at the same time you can’t waste precious time dealing with her, when Larissa needs immediate care from you. “Larissa”, your knees slip on the ground next to her, your fingers, with extreme delicacy, touch the spot where she has been poisoned, slowly turning into a nasty shade of purple, second after second. She doesn’t respond to you, yet for a moment, her blue eyes meet yours and a thin smile grace upon her features. It’s like she feels reassured by your presence. It makes you smile too. A watery smile. “Hold on, okay? I’m here”, you say gently, chocking on your own tears. “You’re going to be alright”, it’s a promise you intend to keep, no matter the cost.

“Wednesday, hurry up! Come!”, you stretch your arm towards her, and she takes your hand, while the other is gently wrapped around Larissa’s one. A second after, you teleport the two of them out of the building, in a quieter place, so that you could take care of Larissa’s injury.

Once outside, you place Larissa’s head over your lap, gently stroking her hair while doing so. She is unconscious, yet her beautiful blue eyes open at times, only to close tightly a second after. You can tell she is fighting to stay alive, but after all, what else could you expect from her? She was a fighter, always have been. “Is she going to be alright?”, a thin tone comes out of Wednesday’s mouth. It’s the first time you hear her being so concerned. You know the girl has grown fond of Larissa, even if she could deny it till infinite times. It was impossible to not grow feelings for a woman of such dedication, kindness and intelligence. You were the witch, yet you felt Larissa was the one that had cast a spell on you.

You briefly look at her giving her a firm nod of your head. “I won’t let her shift away from me”, you mutter, gently stroking her now paler skin. She is sweating, and muttering incomprehensible words, and you hush her softly, telling her not to force herself to do anything. “Resist. I beg you, Larissa”.

You gently brush your lips against her forehead, feeling her temperature rise. “You hear me? Stay with me. I’ve got you”, your voice comes out weak and shaky, barely audible, yet your powers feel totally the opposite. Strong and determined as they have never been. You place your palms over her chest, immediately feeling the magic rushing from you towards her. It’s white magic, the one capable to heal, the most powerful only few witches can perform. This was for you the first time, since you never had to put all your energy to save someone hanging between life and death. You’d have never let Larissa die, not until you had used all the energy at your disposal. Your body begins tingling, your eyelids tremble and your heartbeat speeds as much as Larissa’s one.

Wednesday lightly furrows her brows, noticing the drop of dark blood sliding down your nostrils. She is concerned about you, yet she doesn’t dare to interrupt whatever you’re doing. You seem to be portraited in another world as focus on the act of healing. Closing your eyes, you see Larissa smiling down at you, her hand gently stroking your cheek, her voice whispering in your ear, making you shiver, making you laugh, making you feel alive. She is generous, funny and even playful, when she is around you. These things come back to you, giving you the strength to gather all the magic within you, to restore Larissa’s energy. “Come on, Larissa. Fight!”, you say, your voice comes out hoarse, yet it’s determined.

Wednesday is speechless when she looks down, noticing the poison getting out of the neck’s little cut, caused by the syringe. You feel your own temperature rise, your bones turn into jelly, and your vision alters. You let out a suffocated moan as you feel the air being stolen from your lungs, but you keep pushing and pushing. She is what matters to you. Larissa is too important to you. She’s your best friend, your family, the one that never turned her back to you. If she only knew how you felt in her regards. If she only knew what her presence did to you. But how could you be so selfish and ruin the bond that existed between the two, by telling her you loved her. You so deeply loved her that sometimes it pained you. “Please, fight, fight, fight”, you mutter weakly. It hurts you to talk, to stand upright, to even breath. A tear rolls down your cheek as you bend to look at her, careful not to let your own blood get in the way. Your face never looked paler before and Wednesday is concerned you might faint any moment now. You see Larissa’s eyes move under her eyelids, meaning that she is struggling to open them. A hint of hope makes you chuckle lightly. It was working. Once the last drop of poison comes out of her neck, you let out another moan. You feel like being stabbed in the throat by several needles over and over and your whimpers get louder. The principal starts moaning too, but it’s not pain what bothers her, it’s more like a huge sense of pleasure invading her body. It’s what it's healing her. “You’re healing her…”, Wednesday is dumbfounded and incredibly amazed by what you’re able to do. A cloud of white magic enlightens the entire body of the principal, meaning that it reached upon every inch of it. It feels like a soft breeze to her, whereas it burns like fire to you. Your throat tightens, your head start spinning, your fingers go numb.

She opens her eyes. Larissa isn’t sweating anymore, and her temperature slowly goes back to normal. She meets your gaze for a brief time, and you feel content, relieved to have saved her. “Rissa…”, you mutter, a soft smile graces upon your lips as in the needless attempt to show a hint of strength. Truth be told, you have none left. You know you’re about to pass out, since there is no magic left within you to stop the process. “You… you’re okay”, you stutter happily. Your head feels so light, you blink repeatedly. You simply want to close your eyes. Just for a moment.

Larissa furrows her brows in confusion. She wonders what just happened. Her eyes mirror yours and her heart breaks into pieces, noticing the state you’re in. She calls your name in a whisper. Once, twice. Incredulity hits her hard like a slap in the face. You don’t reply, yet you try to say something, but no word comes out from your mouth, which scares her even more. Blood slides over your now white lips, once plump and peachy. It’s like you choke on your own voice, trapped inside of you. Panic rushes through her. Larissa quickly stands on her knees, so that she can be at the same level as you. Her hands, before iced, feel now warm and welcoming as they cup your cheeks with so much tenderness and care.

“Sleepy”, you manage to say, as you start losing all your will to sit upright. “One moment… to sleep”, you continue, leaning forward. “No, no, no, no”, Larissa is ready to catch you, tightly holding you in her protective arms. “Don’t close your eyes now. Stay awake, open your eyes!”, she feels like screaming. Her eyes scan you and then Wednesday, as to ask for help. She doesn’t know what to do. She doesn’t know what you did. The most independent woman is now feeling as scared as a little kid and Wednesday sees it through her eyes, vailed with fear.

“She healed you with her magic”, she informs the principal; her eyes shine with worry as well. “We can help her restore her energy. We have some of her potions in her lab. Maybe-”, Larissa doesn't let her finish, as she simply prompts her to go as quickly as she can.

“I’ll be right back!”, the teen says, before disappearing in a rush.

Your lips soon lose their natural color, and under your eyes a deep shade of black comes up. “You…”, she urges you, rocking you back and forth like a baby. “The risks you always take for others”, she cries softly, shaking her head at the same time. “When will you learn?”, you hear her, feeling like chuckling since she can scold you even in such conditions. But you don’t react. You simply want to sleep. You want to tell her, she shouldn’t worry, yet you can’t. “Once you open your eyes, you’ll see what I do to you”, she shakes her head, tears stream down her face with insistence, blurring her vision. “Please resist as I did. You owe me”.