#thefifthtm

Nearly every corner of Sandringham’s passageways and halls were decorated for Christmas, pine garlands, wreathes and ribbons with more trees than anyone had managed to keep count of. Christmas would forever be Albert’s most cherished time of year, it was precious and was to be shared. Which was why he was so very delighted to see that the Doctor had accepted his invitation.

“I am -very -glad you were able -to --join us this year.” He beamed at him kindly as he showed him into one of the sitting rooms, distinctly from the rooms of Buckingham Palace, this particular sitting room looked lived in. Photos of the family past and present were scattered on most flat surfaces, the cards about the room had been drawn by school children, there was a sleeping corgi sprawled on his back across one of the sofas and there was a discarded child’s cardigan on the floor, which the King picked up without a second thought and draped it over the back of a chair.

@thefifthtm / @dxctxrii

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𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘓 𝘒𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘋𝘈𝘠 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘛 𝘐 𝘙𝘌𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘎𝘌𝘋 𝘕𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘓𝘠 𝘈 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘏 𝘈𝘎𝘖 || 𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎!

THERE WERE TIMES WHEN HE WONDERED IF HE GRACED THERA’S RESIDENCE A LITTLE TOO MUCH. This was, after all, the umpteenth time she had played host to his presence, compared with the small handful of occasions where she had stepped foot inside the TARDIS. However, he quickly concluded that Thera was a confident sort - if he was indeed proving to be a bother, then she would have no doubt politely informed him by now, but she hadn’t. He never liked imposing on those who deserved such consideration; it never particularly helped his conscience that he thoroughly enjoyed her company.

STILL, AS HE MAINTAINED HIS RELAXED POSTURE ON THE SOFA NEXT TO HIS FRIEND, LISTENING INTENTLY AS SHE TALKED, HE COULDN’T HELP BUT RELISH IN A TRANQUILITY THAT HE WAS SELDOM OTHERWISE EXPOSED TO. For a being that possessed the entire universe at just the flick of a switch, places that weren’t filled with danger appeared to be in short supply, which meant that any chance to indulge a little, he grasped, and Thera was often a great source. Their friendship had blossomed, and he did not hesitate in considering her one of his nearest and dearest.

SO DEAR, IN FACT, THAT AS HE KEPT HIS GAZE ON HER, BOTH HEARTS EXPERIENCED A TINY FLUTTER, SOMETHING WHICH INTERNALLY CAUGHT HIM OFF-GUARD. The truth remained that he had battled against more intimate feelings for quite some time, valuing the strength of his platonic bond with her more than anything else. Despite this, his guard faltered now and again, however much he always tried his hardest to hide it - although on this occasion, he felt compelled to gently grasp a strand of her hair in-between his fingers, gently tucking it behind her ear with a small smile.

A DELICATE BREATH IN, BEFORE SUDDEN INSTINCT TOOK CONTROL OF HIS ACTIONS ONCE AGAIN. Leaning in, he closed his eyes as he planted the most careful of kisses to her lips, ignoring the sudden flush that erupted onto his cheeks. His initial elation was quickly replaced with a feeling of utter dread, however, and his eyes snapped open once more, a subtly terrified expression present as he quickly withdrew.

“Oh no…Thera, I’m so sorry…”

... Was she talking too much? Short answer; yes. Yes, she was talking too much. Thera could tell that she was by the way the Doctor’s responses became shorter as the conversation went on, and the way he sat there with a faint smile on his face and head on his hand, seeming to listen, but she noticed every so often his expression grew a little too fixed, and his eyes just a little bit glazed.

She was probably boring the poor man to tears, and he was just too sweet and polite to let her know. Her opinion on the latest behind-the-scenes scandal at the British Museum faltered a little, not quite stumbling but definitely stubbing its toe on the notion of the word sweet. Because he was, in a warm and gentle sort of way, and an odd kind of innocence for someone who had lived so long and seen what he had seen. She’d come to think that that sort of thing made a person tough and jaded - but maybe that was just her.

The hesitation went a second more before she recovered, silently admonishing herself to behave. A mental leash went over what suddenly skipped across her mind, pulling them back to heel.  And besides, there he went, glazing over once again. Her cheeks plumped with wry amusement and she’d just resolved to finish her tale more quickly when long fingers reached across to her hair.

Playing with it? Fixing it? Thera wasn’t sure either way, but it caused a startled blink on the outside and ... a very annoying little jump on the inside. A smile curved as she looked over at him, about to ask or to make light of a gesture that probably didn’t mean ... oh. Oh. She was still registering what had happened when he pulled away, his entire face turning that vibrant peach colour it seemed to love - and no wonder, because after at least half a dozen very near misses, he’d actually gone and done the deed.

@brxve-hexrt​ LIKED FOR A VALENTINE’S DAY STARTER

         When dealing with an alien over a couple hundred years who could go wherever he wanted whenever he wanted, it was difficult to take them anywhere and make it remarkable. For someone who did nothing but travel, the traditional movie-and-dinner script on Valentine’s Day would hardly be special, particularly entertaining, let alone memorable.

         Thus, Natasha’s plans went into the opposite direction.

         Instead of putting on a fancy or sexy outfit, she was wearing short sleeved pajamas in a polka dot pattern, the fluffy slippers Sharon had gifted her and was bare-faced, save for her glasses. With a bowl of popcorn held to her chest and a jar of freshly-squeezed orange juice under her arm, Natasha made her way back to the couch, where she’d left the Doctor beneath the giant, fluffy pink monstrosity that was her favorite blanket, with access to her Netflix and cable alike.

         “So. Have you decided what we’re watching, or do you want to look around some more?” she asked, setting their very romantic meal on the coffee table, and pouring the juice for both of them.

1. In the AU where she is with the Doctor, the necklace he gave her

2. In the AU with the giants (Shade, Wilford, etc.) A piece of jewelry Wilford gave her (not entirely sure what it would be yet)

3. Cellphone (obviously)

4. A pocketknife that looks like a house key for protection

5. Keys to her apartment

5 THINGS YOU’LL FIND IN THEIR ROOM.

1. Desk for schoolwork and personal entertainment

2. A desktop PC she built herself (and it didn’t explode!)

3. A pile of pillows and blankets she has but never uses

4. A folder on her desk with her degrees and certifications (She loves them but is ironically too lazy to hang them)

5. Some displayed knick-knacks from her friends and loved ones

5 THINGS THAT MAKE THEM HAPPY.

1. Her friends and family

2. Her boys @the-candy-giant (Wilford) and @thefifthtm (Doctor) and even @dxctxrii (younger Doctor) (yes, they are in their own category)

3. Music

4. Meeting her personal goals

5. Making new friends that end up being her closest ones

5 THINGS THEY’RE CURRENTLY INTO.

1. Her boyfriend (Wilford or Doctor)

2. Adventures

3. Learning new things

4. Gaming

5. She has a renewed love for the musical Hamilton

5 THINGS ON THEIR TO-DO LIST.

1. Spend time with her friends and significant other

2. Job hunting

3. Maybe get a pet??????

4. Find some summer clothing she likes

5. Find the next book/game to delve into

Tagged by: @icome-hereto-forget