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“BEING A TIMELORD WHO TRAVELS WITH THE 9TH DOCTOR AND ROSE BEING A SISTER FIGURE TO YOU (DOCTOR WHO)”

requester: anon // request here

You hit it off with Rose as soon as the two of you met, Rose being introduced to you when she first steps onto the TARDIS

Her bombarding you with questions about the Timelords, hoping to get less cryptic answers from you than she did with the Doctor

You were young, at least by Timelord standards, and had been traveling with the doctor for a long time, though to you it seemed like just yesterday you had met

He had been shocked to find another Timelord still alive, especially one so young and on their own

But you and Rose talked for hours, you sparing no detail, just so excited to tell her about everything you had seen and experienced

Rose feeling protective of you, even though, in your words "I'm hundreds of years older than you!"

Growing close with Rose's mum and Mickey, often stopping by their place for tea when you and the Doctor were around

Nine being more open with you than with most people he traveled with

Part of this was because of the sheer time you had spent together, but also because of your heritage as a Timelord

He hadn't told you everything about the past, but he suspected you knew more than you let on, and some things felt better left unsaid

Relationship: the Doctor x reader (l wrote this with Three in mind but you can imagine any Doctor you like, l wasn't specific)

Summary: You discover you were shot. That's it.

Warnings: description of wounds (you were shot)

Author's notes: l'm working on the story with Three l mentioned in my last post and l promise l'm doing everything l can to post a chapter as soon as possible. The thing is, l'm using two concepts another Doctor Who author came up with and l'm waiting on their permission to use them (they haven't responded to my message in quite a long time, l'm honestly not sure what to do).

This came out in like fifteen minutes, l went what the hell and l'm posting it to give you guys something. It's angst w/o much else, l'm not particularly optimistic right now. Here you go.

"Hng," a stifled whimper escaped you as your fingers brushed your side under your jacket and everyone's heads snapped to you.

Request: “I’ve never enjoyed anything more than a hug from you.” with eleventh doctor :)  @yourneighbourhoodclown​

A/N: So it has been forever and I am trying to push myself out of the rut I have been in between work, school, and relationships. I plan on making this account more multifandom, but for the meantime enjoy the requests I have had in my drafts!

I hope you enjoy, @yourneighbourhoodclown​

WC: 506

Warnings: None

Sometimes you wondered where his head went. The man sat in his swing with a bowed head and narrowed, silted eyes, fingers intertangled with loose, exposed wires the color of his own burnt hair. In these times he looked so peaceful lost in his own little world. There were the times of anger where his old eyes filled with such rage and a darkness that couldn’t be described. His ear-to-ear toothy smile long gone and fists clenched at his sides. Here and there, you’d catch him alone in the console room with a hint of a wet sheen covering his eyes and lips pressed white from sharp teeth sinking into the puffy, pink flesh.

Sometimes, you wondered if he was truly alright.

He’d lie through his teeth and say he’s alright. He’d say he’s brilliant or throw out the iconic line of “I’m fine”. At first traveling with the ancient alien he could mask his emotions and slide right past any questioning thoughts you might have had. Now though? As you stood above the swing in secrecy listening to his pained, muffled cries it hurt your heart. To your very core it made you feel like shit.

Your fingers slid along the chill metal railing and feet shuffled down to the underbelly of the old girl. The choked breathing and sniffles made it quite obvious he was crying again, possibly about Amy. It had not been that long since she passed.

“ Doctor?” 

The man looked up with such ferocity that the connecting wires and chains of his sling rattled. Those deep, hazelnut eyes bore into yours with a sweet sadness that made you ache. Was he crying? You slowly approached with your hand raising to cup his cheeks. He nuzzled himself into the palm of your hand and let out a long held in sigh, releasing the built up pressure causing his shoulders to drop. He was defeated. Done. Exhausted.

“ Oh y/n, my sweet, beautiful, darling y/n. I’ve missed you.” He muttered and placed a small kiss to the inside of your wrist upon the soft, warm flesh. The Doctor and you had a relationship. Of sorts. He wasn’t one to show affection, ahem— romantic affection quite as easily. Sure, there was River before you, and then there was the rather spontaneous kisses he gave others sometimes but..

This.

This warmth and romance. The gentle, hidden touches.

He reserved this type of intimacy for behind closed doors. He rarely even held your hand in public, and quiet frankly it hurt your heart. However when he dug himself in between your arms and nestled himself upon your stomach for a cuddle it temporarily soothed over the potholes and left you feeling at home. The doctor needed you, and that was enough for you to hold him tight as he let out the built up tears of despair and frustration.

@amberkay284:For the Drabble fest, can I get one for Eleventh Doctor, prompt #17 and its romantic? Thanks!

Thank you for the request darling! Sorry it took so long to get this out, I hope you like it.

Pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 767

Prompt: “Please don’t ask any questions, just kiss me!”

“Galarenata!”

“Gala-what now?”

The Doctor rolled his eyes before twirling around the console to stop before you. Chest to chest and eyes locked, you were growing braver in letting him into your personal space.

Ever since he had alluded to his possibly-more-than-platonic feelings for you; and you had in a round about way told him the feeling was mutual; it felt like every interaction was a dance. He, seeing how close he could get and you feeling out how serious he was. Moments like this, where both of you met in the middle, were absolutely electric.

“Galarenata,” His voice dropped as did his chin as he stared you down. “A planet rich in resources from food to energy. A main hub of activity in the fourth quadrant of this galaxy – a vacation destination for the wealthy and I have secured VIP exclusive passes to one of their many magnificent balls. I actually have yet to attend a gala that compares…”

“We’re going to a ball?” You cut in when he paused for breath.

His lips quirked, his eyes dropped, and he leaned in. “If you want to.”

Biting your lip, you urged yourself to let him close, your skin tingling in anticipation. “Do I get to wear a gown?”

“You get to wear, the best gown!”

You moved to the right, he stepped to the left, the space between you remained.

“Will there be dancing?” You tested the waters.

“I would be honored if you saved a dance for me.”

You started to back away, the smile never leaving your lips. “Come on, Doctor. Who else would I dance with, if not you?”

Hi Alix - Sorry, this one took a few days, have been celebrating my husband’s birthday for a couple nights in a row and working overtime. Sound like you were looking more for story than for a quick comparison, here, so I did a quick one shot focusing on 10 and 11. Hope you enjoy!

(And please keep coming back - I love getting new ideas from your (and other people’s) asks!)

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Comparing Doctors: You Sleeping in Their Coat

10 - Oneshot

When the magistrate came for the Tenth Doctor, letting him know he would now be temporarily released from your holding cell to negotiate the terms of both your releases, he asked for a moment and turned to you, whereyou sat on the cell’s lone chair, huddled up for warmth.

He squatted in front of you and took your hands in his, looked into your eyes. “Y/N, I’ll be back soon, ok?” he said, voice low. “Don’tworry. I know you’re exhausted and it’s been a tough day, but I’m not leaving you.”

“Promise?” you said with a weak smile.

He grinned back. “Promise.”

He stood up to walk away and then turned back, shrugging out of his coat.

“Here, take this,” he said. “Your hands are freezing. Try to warm up.”

And then he was gone. You slipped on the coat and buried your hands in the pockets.

Time ticked by very, very slowly, as time tends to do when one is in a prison cell.

You amused yourself for a while by counting all the various creatures and beings that had chased you in the six months you’d beentravelling with the doctor. Then you sorted those creatures by skin color, breathing apparatus, and height. Then you tried to think of some winner charades terms for your next game with the Doctor, because for some reason this kept popping up at the oddest time.  

Eventually, you realized that however quickly he hoped to be back, this was obviously going to take a while, and you were going to need somesleep. You began looking around for a reasonable place for a kip.

***

The Doctor was intensely frustrated when the guards finally returned him to you nearly six hours later, after endless bureaucracy and paper signing and finger printing and kow towing, during all of which he was worryingabout you. He was practically buzzing with tension clanged the cell door open and left him to collect you without a look back.

He couldn’t even find you at first in the dim light, and he felt his heart pick up a notch with worry. He really hadn’t meant to be gone solong. Then he made out the small brown bundle in the back corner of the cell.

He dropped to his knees beside you, silently, and took it in. You, curled up inside his coat, completely engulfed in it. Perhaps you’dbeen cold, perhaps you’d needed the comfort, but you’d wrapped it around yourself and settled down on the floor with an arm under your head and fallen asleep.

You looked, he thought, small and still and ephemerally lovely, your hair wispy around your face and your face gentle in sleep. Hereached a hand out and gently, softly, brushed the hair out of your eyes, overcome by the sight of you huddled inside his jacket like it was the warmest, best place in the world.

You felt the touch and opened your eyes almost immediately.

“Took you long enough,” you murmured.

“I know,” he said, shamefacedly. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You grinned at him and sat up. “S’ok. I got at least a half a night’s sleep out of it.”

“So I see!”

You looked down at his coat and were horrified to notice that it was covered in dirt and cobwebs and wrinkles.  “Oh no!” you moaned, starting to slip your arms out of the sleeves. “I’ve destroyed your coat!”

He laid a hand on your arm to stop you. “No, it’s okay,” he said with a soft smile. “Keep it for now. It looks good on you.”

You couldn’t help but feel a warm glow as you wandered back to the TARDIS with the Doctor’s hand in yours and his coat wrapped tightlyaround you to keep out the chill.

11 - Oneshot

You had just tried it on for a lark – you’d wandered into the console room one morning when the Doctor was hard at work under the floor gratings, fixing something and muttering occasionally and all you could reallysee were his boots, but his coat! Oh, his coat. That lovely tweed thing, so soft and comfy and envy-inducing, it was hanging there on the railing, just calling to you.

So of course you slipped it on.

It fit like a dream over your worn jeans and long-sleeved navy and white striped tee – just slightly too large in that way that you had always liked, just right for pushing the sleeves up to your elbows and drooping downslightly over the shoulders, and so warm and substantial and comforting.

It felt, in short, like heaven. And that was even before you noticed the smell.

The smell? How to describe it? It smelled vaguely of motor oil, and of eraser dust, a little bit of shaving cream, just the slightest bitof a dark and amber smell you associated with whiskey, like cardamom mixed with space dust. It smelled like mystery and warmth and adventure. You raised the sleeve and buried your nose in it and it was like an explosion of happiness in your brain.

So of course you kept it for a while.

He wasn’t going to notice.

You wandered off, as you do, to cook an egg for breakfast, then set off to explore for a bit, finding several new rooms full of collectionsand keepsakes from past trips, past lives, full of pictures and portraits and scrapbooks that you glanced at with avid interest but didn’t delve into as fully as you might have wanted to, out of respect for his privacy (despite the fact that you’d apparently stolen his wardrobe), and finally explored new corners of the library until you found a book that appeared well read and folded over and loved almost to the point of falling apart, at which point you settled downto read.

You’re not sure when you fell asleep. But you know when you woke up.

You woke up when someone poked you in the foot with the toe of their boot, then plopped down next to you on the couch.

“Taking my clothing, now, are we?” he said brightly, grinning at you.

You blushed only a little. “It was just sitting there… Looked comfy. Decided to find out if it was false advertising.”

“And?”

“Absolutely true,” you said with a grin, stretching your arms overhead and then hugging the coat to you. “I think I need to keep it. Smells like you.”

He looked – for just a moment, a glimmer that you almost didn’t catch before it was gone – absurdly touched, moved with emotion. He covered it by clearing his throat as if he had a cough brewing, but you were sure that he hadn’t really needed to.

“Keep it,” he finally said. “It looks like it was made for you. But only on board, okay? We can’t have people thinking I make my companions dress like me, now. That would just be, well, weird.”

“Oh right,” you said, “THAT’S what makes us weird. Right. Glad to have that all straightened out.”

“HAVING A HEART CONDITION AND THE 13TH DOCTOR ASKING TO LISTEN TO IT WHEN SHE FINDS OUT (DOCTOR WHO)”

requester: @evanescence-world // request here

“Your brother mentioned you had a murmur?” the Doctor asked. “You never told me about that.”

“It’s not a huge deal,” you said. “At least not right now. I don’t know. I try not to think about it too much.”

She considered you for a moment, a look of tenderness crossing her face as her initial concern softened. “Could I listen to it?” she asked. “I’ve got my stethoscope.”

“Sure,” you shrugged.

She got out her stethoscope and after a nod of approval from you, held it up to your chest, the chest piece cold under your shirt. “Oh, there it is,” she said. “Hello there.”

“Can you hear it?”

“Yeah.” She pulled the stethoscope away and gave you a smile. “You know, heart murmurs were really common with Timelords.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” the Doctor said. “With two hearts... twice as common, plus a lot of other factors. It almost sounds like home.”

“ROSE AND THE 10TH DOCTOR HELPING YOU THROUGH A DEPRESSIVE EPISODE (DOCTOR WHO)”

requester: anon // request here

“Anything you need, I’m here,” Rose said, pressing a warm cup of tea into your hands, something she had begun making for you daily. You had hardly moved from your space off the main console room of the TARDIS, and yet you were almost never completely alone. “I wish I knew some way to just... poof... make it better, you know?”

“Thank you,” you said, taking a sip of the tea and placing it down on the side table. You wanted to say more, but didn’t have the energy, or the words.

“Hey,” the Doctor said, popping his head into the room, his smile sympathetic and his voice softening when he saw you. “Wanted to show you something, if you’re up for it. We don’t even have to go anywhere, just stick out heads out the door.” He said the last part like a question, waiting for you to respond.

“What is it?” Rose asked.

“Well, it’s a surprise,” the Doctor said. “You have to come see.”

Rose offered you her hand and you took it, climbing off your makeshift bed and following her and the Doctor to the console room, where the door was already open, a light pouring in through it.

“No freakin’ way,” Rose breathed.

You joined her, and for a moment, the weight on your chest disappeared, and the fog in your brain cleared. Outside the TARDIS was the most beautiful sky you had seen in your life, filled with moons and smaller planets, the suns splashing technicolor clouds over the horizon.