#10th x reader

Synopsis: You’ve awakened

Content Warning: Injury

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You let your eyelids flutter open as you uncurled in the soft expanse of your bed, head propped up by a mountain of pillows, just the way you liked it. You had read something once about a large number of pillows correlating to loneliness or missing something in life. But frankly that just seemed like a stupid assumption to make.

The soothing, ever-present hum of the TARDIS lulled you back to sleep, a small smile twitching at the corner of your lips.

Wait.

Summary: whenever the Doctor gets hurt, he tends to push people away. But this time, Y/n has had enough.

He completely forgot. It slipped his mind. And he couldn’t forgive himself how easily it happened. 

‘Doctor!’ sweet laughter echoed on the street. Oh how he missed this voice. He wanted to hear it just as much as it pained him to. 

The last time he visited New York in roaring twenties was over a year ago. With a companion. A partner. Soulmate. You. 

Doctor’s head snapped in the direction of your voice. He looked down from the balcony on the first floor where he was trying to put the pieces of puzzle and do what the Doctor does - save the day. But it was all forgotten the moment your silhouette followed your voice and he saw you once again.

The fringe of your flapper dress was moving swiftly around your legs and glistening in the streetlamps lighting up the night.  You were twirling a little bit while still holding his hand. He, dressed in his old suit and trench coat, laughed and pulled you to him to leave a kiss, and another one, and another one, and one more. Kiss after kiss until you finally moved away from him giggling. 

The current version of him couldn’t move when you stopped not so far when his younger self wrapped his arm around your waist and put his head on your shoulder. He was telling you about the city and history, his other hand pointing at different buildings. 

Doctor’s heart ached when he saw how you were leaning against him from the past, how you both started moving left and right to the beat of music coming from one of the clubs. 

He returned to his work trying to ignore how much his hands were shaking. He couldn’t follow you, he simply couldn’t meet himself. Just both of them being in the same city could cause paradox especially when they would be close to each other. And it hadn’t happened otherwise he would have remembered meeting himself and asking how to save you because he knew he would have. And maybe you would have been back in New York with him. 

His forehead creased with an effort to stay focused. He couldn’t. He couldn’t. 

‘Damn it’  he bit his lower lip and dropped the device he was holding down before he was sprinting downstairs. 

The sound of the street was much louder now when he was standing there. He didn’t even have to stop. He knew exactly where he had taken you before. Now memories started flowing back, pushing through every wall he had built. His legs carried him away towards golden and red lights of Manhattan.

And there you were again. Every single detail of your figure looked exactly like he remembered. It was harder to breath. 

He kept his distance, walking behind people and hiding behind walls and food stands. He just wanted to be close. Just that. 

But then his past self gave you a small kiss and held his fingers up. ‘Wait here’ he heard his voice barely tearing through the crowd. ‘BRB’ he winked and laughed before disappearing in the crowd.

You shook your head giggling and looked around. Doctor didn’t even try to remember why he had left you but he knew he had a moment. And he knew he still couldn’t….

‘Y/N’ this name felt so strange on his lips after not saying it for so long. But it felt so right. 

You turned around, red lips quirking in a smile.

‘It went fast’ you laughed strolling quickly to him and taking a hold of his hand which, Doctor didn’t notice it was so natural to him to do it, was extended for you. 

Just then you saw his face.

‘What’s wrong my love?’ you moved your hand to softly caress his cheek. Doctor closed his eyes and swallowed hard  leaning against your skin. ‘Doctor?’

‘Is something wrong?’ you repeated coming closer to him, your chests touching as you now held his face in both of your hands. Doctor found it even harder to breath. 

He started shaking his head ‘Nothing. Please Y/N. Nothing’ he looked at you with those pleading brown-eyes. If there was one thing you knew about the Doctor was not to push his buttons. He would tell you - that was sure but in his own time. 

You looked him in the eyes a few seconds more before nodding. Your high-heels made it easier to reach his cheek where you left an imprint of your red lipstick. You chuckled a little bit and reached your thumb to remove it. ‘That’s hell of a lipstick’ you murmured when even after rubbing it a few times the shadow was still there. 

Doctor chuckled and gently gripped your wrist. ‘Leave it. It will disappear in a while. That’s how they work’  

‘You must take me to the planet that makes such a battle worthy cosmetics’

‘I’ll take you everywhere’ and again this sad smile you knew way to well. But you still decided to drop it.

‘But we’re here right now. New York City!’ you laughed putting your arm in the crook of his elbow. 

‘Actually is New New New New New York City. But they still fancy good old jazz. Well it’s not that old really….They do listen to the jazz we know but it’s more like a sign of respect. They don’t dance to it….But they make some really catchy tunes…I remember…’ Doctor started talking, slowly leading you down the street. For a second it all felt like nothing had changed. You were there, well and by his side just like it should be. In the back of his mind he knew that coming back will hurt even more but he couldn’t stop himself. Not when he had you again, even for a little while, just a moment. And it was coming to an end soon.

Doctor stopped walking. He clenched his free hand couple of times preparing himself to say goodbye. But how could he? He wasn’t able to do it the first time so what made this moment easier. 

But he had to. He knew it was just a matter of minutes before his past self would come back. 

‘I..I need to… I forgot’ he stuttered before a swear word in Gallifreyan left his lips ‘I forgot something. Wait here. BRB’ he repeated words you had heard this night. He slowly released your arm, desperately holding your palm for a little longer. 

He took a deep breath. ‘I love you’ it was only a whisper ‘Please never forget I love you’

‘I love you too’ you smiled softly squeezing his hand. ‘So much’ 

Doctor swallowed hard looking down. Next second he pulled you towards him hugging you, bringing you to his body as close as he could, as close as he used to. 

Saying goodbye was getting even harder. Your smell was added to the mix and he held you even more desperately. It was so similar, so much you that he couldn’t just let go. Pillows in your bed smelled the same few weeks after you were gone. Now entire TARDIS lost it. Lost your smell, your voice, your warmth, your footsteps, you. 

‘I’ll be back in a second’ Doctor closed his eyes hard to get rid off pesky salty water behind them. ‘Stay here’ he pulled away quickly and immediately turned around. He disappeared in the crowd and walked a few steps when he heard your voice again.

‘Look it really disappeared!’ just a quick look. And there you were with him but in your time, with a little bit surprised look on his face when you kept touching his clean cheek.

Doctor smiled walking back to where he had been before it all happened. His fingers moving towards his cheek stil feeling creamy consistency there.

requested by anon🍰 prompt(s):  Please can I request a tenth doctor x reader where he rescued her from her dying home-planet and because of that she’s fiercely protective of him (seeing as she understands what it’s like to be the last of your kind alive) and when he’s abducted and tortured she goes ape-shit and tears all the enemies apart with her bare hands and as she rescues him he admits he loves her? Idk sorry if it’s too complicated. Feel free to ignore this, btw. Thanks.

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You are the last of your kind. So is he. That is perhaps one of the few reasons you feel so madly, hopelessly attached to him. He saved you. You recall that fateful day in the most heartbreaking detail, as if it only had happened a few hours ago. It was in flames, all of it – your home, your family, your world. The only thing that those hell fires did not dare touching was the starry sky above, the fairy lights of nearby planets and a strange blue box that appeared in your vision seemingly out of thin air. The door flew open, and still in shock, hurt and confused, you failed to react when a hand reached for your shoulder, hooked its fingers around it and yanked it with such force you felt your wounds tear. But you were safe. Safe inside the strange interior that greatly reminded you of a spaceship with a man that seemed more human than alien.

He called himself the Doctor. You thanked him, but he shook his head. It’s what he does, he said. Saves lives.

Now it was your turn to save his.

It happened naturally, really. You falling for him, slowly but steadily, you knew this was how it was going to end – with your feeling crushed under the weight of reality, but you neither minded nor cared. The Doctor is a strange man, quirky, charismatic, and sarcastic even, and you knew that you aren’t the first girl he saved, or the first one to tell him that you love him. So when it all fell still and you had completed your mission – saved him from the grasp of beings that wanted to end his reign and destroy every planet at their wake – and laid on the floor of the TARDIS, right next to him, you were beyond stunned to hear those four simple words slip his lips, so quietly and tenderly that it almost sounded like a horrible secret he was destined to bear alone.

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words: 1541

warnings: war, mentions of death, weapons, violence

In which the reader with telekinetic abilities lives on a planet where teens are forced to fight in the war. The Doctor saves her and offers for her to travel with him.

You were putting on your armour when you saw him for the first time: the man with the blue box. He was pacing the room with his arms clasped behind his back, watching as you and at least a thousand others prepared for battle. You knew instantly that he was not from your planet, and he shouldn't have even been there. You shook your head and averted your eyes away from the strange man. It didn't matter who he was or what he was doing, anyway. Soon you would be fighting another battle that was not yours to fight. You would watch people—children— even younger than yourself bleed to death or writhe in pain, and if you were lucky, you might even die yourself and escape this planet where teenagers were forced to fight and risk their life for something they didn't yet understand. You put the last of your armour on and sighed, looking up to find that the strange man you had seen before was now towering over you, his brown eyes watching you intently. "May I help you, sir?" You asked, just in case he was some sort of authority that had been told to monitor you. You sometimes got that: with your powers of telekinesis, it was as though they always expected some kind of rebellion from you. You knew better than to try that, though, after the last time someone in the army had rebelled it ended badly. Still, it was always a nice reminder that your superiors still felt threatened by you and your kind. "The Doctor," he stated matter-of-factly. You raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding. "The Doctor," he repeated. "My name's the Doctor. No need to call me sir." "Fine. The Doctor." You rolled your eyes, growing impatient with the stranger. You would be going into battle soon, and if you didn't return you wouldn't want some nonsensical conversation with this man to be your last real memory. "What do you want?" "I want to know what's going on here. Why are there a bunch of kids arming themselves as if they're about to go into war?" "Because we are." You cross your arms over your chest, frowning. "You're not from around here, are you? If you were, you'd know. How did you even get here?" "My ship brought me here, but that's not what matters." He began to pace again in front of you, this time pulling out a pair of glasses from his jacket and putting them on so that he could scrutinise his surroundings. "What matters is why. Why send kids out onto the battlefield?" He wasn't really talking to you; just mumbling, but you felt the need to answer him anyway. "It's the law. Teenagers have to fight." "But you're so young. You're defenseless." "I wouldn't say defenseless." You narrowed your eyes at the bench just behind the doctor, allowing your powers to take over you and it. The bench flew back into the grey concrete wall and smashed into two halves, causing the man—the 'Doctor'—to jump and turn. A few others had noticed the man now, but none of them cared enough to find out what was going on, and those that did were probably too scared. "Telekinesis," he said in a tone of both admiration and surprise, his eyes returning back to you. "Very nice." You shrug, shoving the last of your weapons into your belt. Any minute now the alarm would sound and you would line up and get ready for the battlefield. You didn't have time for this now. "It was nice meeting you, 'The Doctor', but if I were you, I'd find your ship and get the hell out of here. You won't find anything good here, besides a load of teenagers being lead to their deaths." The deafening alarm erupted through the room, then, causing a current of blank-faced teenagers to make their way to the battlefield. Just like that, the chaos had begun, and you had to gulp down your dread. You slung your weapons belt on as quickly as possible before you were lead away with them, but you couldn't help but glance a look back at the Doctor. Perhaps it was his warm eyes or kind smile. Maybe meeting him wouldn't be such a bad last memory after all. "Wait!" He seemed to be shouting, but you couldn't hear him over the noise. He was running, trying to keep up with the crowd, but he couldn't. It was too late. The humid air hit you as soon as you reached the battlefield, causing you to break into a sweat that made your grip on your gun slippery. The battle had already started, with gunshots firing all around you and knifes being thrown in every direction. You were no longer even sure that you could distinguish who belonged to which side, who the enemy was. One of them was running towards you and you shot them in the leg quickly—no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't bring yourself to kill another human being. There was another one who came at you from behind. You could tell immediately that he was much taller and broader than you, his grip squeezing you painfully so that you were locked in position. You focused on the knife in your weapons belt and used your telekinesis to pull it out and stab him in the thigh with it. He loosened his grip immediately, but not enough for you to break free of him. Angrily, he shoved you to the ground, your head hitting a rock and causing your vision to blacken for just a second, but it was enough for him to pull the knife from his thigh and press it to your throat. You had no choice; you had to shoot him somewhere, and with his body squashing yours, it would have to be his stomach. So that's what you did. As soon as his body went limp, you ran, the sound of the gunshot that you had made echoing in your ears. You were expecting someone to catch you, shoot you, kill you. What you wasn't expecting was for another hand to lace its fingers through yours and drag you away from the battle. "Run," he shouted over the explosions. You looked up to find the source of the voice and found it was the man from the bunker: The Doctor. "What are you doing?" "I'm getting you out of here, if that's alright with you." You sprinted until you couldn't breathe, until finally you came to a stop outside of a blue box, just far enough away from the battlefield that it was unharmed and nobody would spot it, for it was hidden between two rocks. "What is this?" You questioned, gasping for air as the Doctor pulled out a key and unlocked the door. "It's my ship. It's called a T.A.R.D.I.S. Takes me wherever I need to go." He pushed open the door and held out his hand for you to take. You didn't. You still couldn't trust this man, even if he had potentially just saved your life. "But it's just a box." "Yeah, I get that a lot. You'd be surprised what can happen in just a box." He raised his eyebrows, his hand still outstretched. "You can trust me, you know." "Can I? I don't know anything about you." He stepped back out of the box, shoving his hands in his trouser pockets and slouching as he looked out at the battle in the distance. By now, most of the people you had grown up with would be dead or transformed into killers willing to do anything to survive. "You know, I was like you once," he said with his back to you. "I was born in a war. I had to do things I wasn't proud of." "What happened? How did you escape it?" His head bowed as though the weight of what he was saying was too much for him to bear. "I ran away. I found ways to be better. I found someone who turned me into the man I wanted to be." He turned around, his jaw clenched and his eyes grave. "I could take you away from this. I could show you that there's so much more to life than war. This ship can take you anywhere you want to go. If you wanted." "Why me? Out of all those people fighting out there, why did you choose to save me?" "I don't know." He shrugged. "I suppose you just looked like you needed saving." You hesitated, taking time to ponder over everything he had just said. Something inside of you had trusted him from the moment you met him, but you knew better than to be so naïve. Still, what could be worse than what you had already gone through? "So, what do you say? Fancy a trip in time and space?" You exhaled and then nodded a little reluctantly. "Fine, but I'm keeping my gun." It felt strange to joke, and the corners of your mouth turned up in a slight smile. He held out his hand, and this time you took it. You haven't let go of it since.

Synopsis: You're back.

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A hand brushed your cheek, caressing you back to consciousness, and you groaned, tilting your head into the touch. Revelling in the sweet moments of half-sleep and warmth before you inevitably had to deal with whatever shit you’d gotten yourself into. The soft mattress enveloped you, dipping slightly to your side for whoever was next to you. You doubted that you’d remember their name once you had to open your eyes.

“Y/N,” the figure beside you murmured, a soft rumble like a purr along your side. It was familiar, the voice, you knew it, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Oh, God, you better not have slept with another friend. It always made things so awkward.

“Y/N.” The voice was more insistent, and you grumbled, rubbing at your eyes and dragging your hands over your face as you struggled to open your eyes to the brightness of the room. Who turned the bloody lights on?

You blinked the blurriness from your vision and froze as you came face to face with the Doctor. You yanked the covers up to your chin, scooting away from him, as your eyes remained wide. The last thing you remembered, you’d been with Jack, you’d gotten away from here.

“…What am I doing here?” Your voice trembled, even as you tried to steady yourself.

“You just teleported back in.”

You scoffed. “Just teleported? I don’t just teleport, you did something.”

“Woah, woah,” the Doctor mirrored your position, sitting up next to you, and you realised with a jolt that he was still in his three-piece suit. “I didn’t do anything.”

Grimacing, you swung your legs out of bed, noting with relief that you were still entirely dressed; in the stupid hospital gown, but dressed nonetheless. You rolled your shoulders back, tilting your head from side to side with a crack and stood up. “Right, well, I’m off then.”

You whacked your hand on your vortex, ready for the familiar giddy whoosh to sweep you straight back to Jack. But nothing happened. You frowned and pressed it again. And again. And again.

The Doctor just watched you, expression unreadable bar a slight downturn to his lips. You sneered at him. “What the hell have you done?”

“Give it to me.”

You glared, unclasping it from your wrist and throwing it over to him. He caught it without blinking and you rolled your eyes. Stupid Time Lords and their stupid reflexes.

The screwdriver buzzed as he ran it over the device, flipping it over to scan the back as well, and he shook his head. “It’s fried. Nothing more than a nice bracelet now.”

Oh God. You slumped back down onto the bed, next to the Doctor. Letting out a shuddery gasp, you covered your face with your hands and tried to fight back the desperate tears crawling up. But it didn’t work, and a choking gasp made its way out of you. You sobbed open-mouthed as the tears were wrenched out of you, no longer caring the Doctor was watching. Nothing mattered anymore. You were trapped, stuck in the monotony of chronology.

Because the Doctor sure as hell wouldn’t keep you around. He’d made that perfectly clear.

“Fix it,” you begged. “Fix it, please, Doctor.”

“I can’t.” He reached out a tentative hand to your shoulder, and you flinched away from his touch. What good was he if he couldn’t even help you? You were just going to get abandoned, probably back on Earth, and forced to live each day in and out like normal people. Yet without ever dying. Oh God.

You crawled back under the covers, pulling them high over your head, and squeezed your eyes shut. Maybe if you just fell back asleep, you’d wake up and everything would be okay again. You’d be back at Torchwood, back with Jack and people you trusted, and this would all be one bad dream.

Light broke into your cozy escape (if you could call it that) and you cracked open one eye, glaring as you saw the Doctor’s head popping under to look at you.

“Can I join you?”

You shrugged, sniffling slightly as your bottom lip wobbled.

The Doctor shuffled down underneath the duvet with you, staring up at the woven pattern of the sheet above and sneaking a glance at you every now and then. As if you didn’t notice.

“You could stay here,” he murmured.

And you froze. You whispered, “what do you mean stay here?”

“Stay. With me.”

You laughed bitterly. “I thought you didn’t want me around anymore.”

“I never said that.”

You rolled away from him, turning your back on him. He could rewrite history in his mind as much as he wanted, but you remembered. You remembered how much it hurt when he discarded you for the newer, bouncier, blonder model; old news now that he had some bright-eyed young thing around. You’d tried to talk to him about it, you really had, but you’d just been waved off because Rose had something to talk to him about.

And then came the fateful day, when he’d decided that you’d become too jaded to keep on hand and told you in the heat of an argument that you’d better run off to Jack.

“I thought I wasn’t welcome in the TARDIS anymore.”

The Doctor sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You frowned. Since when did the Doctor ever apologise?

“I’m genuinely sorry. I’ve regretted that day ever since. You are always welcome on the TARDIS.”

“Sure,” you snorted. “Now that you’ve lost Rose, you’ve come back for the second best.”

You turned back round again to face him, part of you tickled by the silly motion of shuffling yourself over. But you kept your scowl locked onto your face. The Doctor blinked at you, eyebrows furrowed, downturn to his lips etched slightly deeper.

“That’s never been the case. You,” he paused and pursed his lips. “The TARDIS, if you want it to be, if you can put up with me, will always be your home.”

You laughed, tears welling up in your eyes. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that? How many times you’ve disappointed me?”

He just stared at you, lips pressed together, forehead wrinkled. He opened his mouth and then shut it again. “Stay?”

You wrinkled your nose, twisting your mouth to one side.

“Please.”