#lilith!verse

Fandom: Doctor Who

Rating: General

Characters: Lilith, The Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler

Word Count: 6368/12,506

Status: WIP (3/?)

Episode: Series 1 Episode 2: The End of the World

The concept of ‘home’ is funny. There are so many different cultures in this universe and so many different interpretations of the word home.

To me, home always meant the TARDIS, though. Even out in the world, or… worlds anyway, when someone would ask, “No, seriously, where are you from?” I would always give my answer as, “I’m from the TARDIS.”

How do you explain to people that your father’s homeworld, a world that you were raised to think of as a fairytale, was thought to be destroyed in a war that’s more or less thought of as myth?

How do you explain that your father had memories of watching as his homeworld burned?

It would be easier to tell them that I was from Earth, but I was there when the Earth burned, so that’s probably not much better.

I lost my tag list, but it’s also been four years so sorry

Fandom: Doctor Who

Rating: General

Characters: Lilith, The Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness

Word Count: 8,075/20,593

Status: WIP (4/?)

Episode: Series 1 Episode 3: The Unquiet Dead

When you’re a Time Lord, your companions are your responsibility, whether they like it or not. You’re the one piloting the timeship. You’re the one with the time sense. You’re the one who knows when things are moving too far, too fast. When you’re a Time Lord, you’re the one who’s responsible.

Especially if you’re a Time Lord called the Doctor.

The Doctor has a rather overdeveloped sense of responsibility, one that’s gotten him in quite a bit of trouble. Because when you’re the Doctor, every little thing you can’t fix is your fault.

Especially if it’s in any way related to the Time War.

And with Big Ears and Leather, everything was related to the damn Time War.

(Note: this is part of a larger AU that I am creating with @mintrobot. I don’t know about them but I am going to be posting about this verse cause I want to share content, but currently don’t feel like writing a full-fleged story...so...yeah. If you’re interested and have any questions send me an ask)

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A woman sat in a run down pub just outside the city proper. She was tall, thin, with silver-hair, and by all accounts she would have been pretty. If not for the old grief in her blue-flame eyes and the fact that her thinness had less to do with her natural body type and more to do with the woman slowly starving herself by living off nothing but whiskey.

Her name was Lilith, and she was a demon.

She had been the first to defy God in her refusal to marry Adam, and so she had been curse to the fiery depths of hell. But she rose again as a demonic enchantress, the most beautiful woman to walk the earth.

The Ruler of Gehenna. the Adversary. Satan.

She had been terrible in her rule, but under it Gehenna had risen and grown strong.

Alas, that was a history long since buried.

It had been a decade since this woman had set foot in her domain. A decade since she had wore that crown of bone and blue flame. A decade since her beloved died in her arms after giving birth to two lovely children.

‘Yuri. Rin. Yukio.’

The names rang in the woman’s mind like the bells of a church.

She downed her glass of whiskey quickly, stood a walked out the door. The bartender didn’t yell for her to pay as he would any other customer, he knew she would back soon.

Because that’s what people like her do, they drown themselves in their grief.

Little did either, the woman or the bartender know, she wouldn’t be coming back.

She would find a tiny island of hope.

A little boy, with blue fire in his blood, a furrow in his brow, and his hands in the shape of a prayer.

A child of demons.