Staying In

Staying In

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x reader

Word Count: 791

Summary: The Doctor and Y/N are just relaxing in the TARDIS.

Warnings: None. Cuteness, if that counts.

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day!

 “So, Y/N…. Where to?” asked the Doctor, grinning wildly at you. His grin was so Doctor-ish, so mad and intelligent and confusing all at once that it always managed to leave you weak at the knees. And his face… deceptively so young, it was in reality as old as time itself. Seeing him smile despite everything he’d been through both before and during his travels with you made you content and you smiled in return, because if a man who’d seen so much destruction and had suffered through losses the like of which the universe had never seen before could smile and be full of joy, then so could you; so could anyone.

“Well… to tell you the truth, Doctor, I just want to stay inside for once,” you told him and saw a look of confusion cross his face. You always were eager to cross time and space to see new galaxies and visit places long-forgotten or not-yet created, so your denial was an unusual reaction.

“You do?” he asked with a frown, taking a seat next to you on the floor of the TARDIS’s control room, bringing his legs up to his chest and hugging them.

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s not like I never want to go on a journey again, I just… I want some rest. You know, stay inside with a book, take a long shower or just talk with you. It’s been such a long time since I last took a breath while knowing that nothing wants to kill me or that the end of some world or other is nigh,” you said, closing your eyes and taking a deep, relaxing breath and then letting it out again.

“Please. Just for today. You could do with the rest too,” you added, blindly reaching out to pat his knee.

You felt him startle at the contact and you opened your eyes and turned to face him, staring into his green eyes.

“Okay,” he said, nodding, only after a short period of silence. “Let’s rest, if so you wish. But tomorrow, first thing after we wake up, we leave. We go see the most peculiar and interesting corners of the universe that ever existed or will exist,” he said, his green eyes sparkling as he spoke fondly about the world.

“Yes. I’d like that,” you said, and then you stayed silent. Both of you just sat there, looking at each other in companionable and comfortable silence. He was smiling brightly, fondly at you, and you hoped that your own smile was just as affectionate and radiant.

“What do we do now?” he asked, and his question drifted off into oblivion, as you didn’t reply.

You didn’t know what to say. What did two people do when they were alone together in a time machine in which they had travelled the stars? What could two people who had no secrets from each other, no misgivings or doubts and who had done and seen everything do?

There was no answer to that, at least not one that you knew, so you remained silent, because silence always was the best option when you had nothing left to say.

As you should have known though, the Doctor didn’t like the silence much. He could only hold your gaze for so long before he started shifting uncomfortably where he was sitting and sometimes looking away.

You looked away too, sighed, and closed your eyes to rest them for a minute. Your hand was still resting on his knee and you felt rather than saw his own bigger hand cover yours.

“Look at me again,” he said simply, and you opened your eyes to meet his gaze again, but this time something had changed.

His eyes, the look in them, had changed now. It was heated, needy, and shifted from your eyes to your lips all the time.

Deciding to take the initiative, you leaned closer to him, fighting to keep your breath steady as you could feel his own warm up your face.

With a last decisive gulp and a thought that shyness could go to hell, you closed the distance that separated your lips and pulled him into a long, passionate kiss. Your tongue traced the outline of his lips as he panted into your mouth and his one hand clenched in his hair just as his other slid down to your waist, pulling you closer.

Eventually, you pulled away, both grinning brightly -too brightly- and then you finally spoke.

“I have an answer to your question now,” you said breathily, a smirk on your lips.

“What question?” he asked.

“About what we’re gonna do,” you replied.

“And what’s the answer?” he inquired again.

“This,” you replied and leaned closer to kiss him again.

Join Me

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Word Count: 1,074

Summary: The reader wants to confront Lucifer, but ends up giving into her darkest desires…

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Hope it’s okay!

Your palms, clutching the gun tightly, were sweating and your hands were shaking visibly. If your hunting partners were there, they would have been sure to tease you about that, as you took pride in your steady hand and perfect aim.

But they weren’t even alive anymore, and all because of the man -archangel, demon, whatever- standing there in front of you with his back turned to you; vulnerable and bare. Nobody had seen him kill them, but word was he had sent his demons to do the dirty job.

Still, it was his fault, his fault, his fault.

Your whole body was shaking with anger and fear, and the adrenaline was pumping through your blood, making your skin buzz and tingle. Every slight movement felt weird, as if you weren’t fully in control of your body and you were feeling someone else control it.

You were so angry, so livid and full of rage, that while you knew your simple bullets would do nothing to harm Lucifer himself, you had to try. Your life held no meaning anyway without your friends and hunting partners, and you’d get your revenge if it was the last thing you did.

Suddenly, the stability in your arms returned and you were able to carefully aim at Lucifer’s back and fire.

The bullet cut right through Lucifer’s vessel’s body, and a spray of blood coloured his shirt crimson, but his face held an amused expression as he turned to face you.

He shook his head and pursed his lips in disappointment, and you felt like a scolded child. Not knowing what else to do, you fired again at him as he approached you, but not so much as a wince of pain crossed his face.

When he was actually close enough so you could feel the heat his body emanated, he smirked cruelly and with a simple twist of his wrist you were pinned against the wall behind you.

“You’ve been a reaaaaaally naughty girl, Y/n,” Lucifer said, shaking his head again and making your blood boil with anger. You were surprised by how human he actually sounded, how real and tangible and not supernatural at all.

You struggled against your invisible bonds, trying to form words so you could respond to him, but you were unable to.

“I can’t decide if you want to ask me how I know who you are or if you just want to tell me to ‘go to hell’,” he grinned, chuckling at his own joke, as you once again found yourself surprised, almost mesmerised by his voice.

Again, you tried to speak, only this time you found yourself able to actually form words.

“Both,” you croaked out, upper lip curling in a sneer of hatred.

Lucifer cast you another disappointed look, and part of you actually felt chastised by it. He was menacing, and imposing, and it felt as if he could make everyone in a room feel inferior just by breathing.

“I know your name because you are a very capable hunter indeed, and I have been keeping a close eye on you,” he said, smirking.

“So close an eye that you killed my best friends?” you spat out in fury.

“I had to do what had to be done to gain a follower, my dear,” Lucifer replied with a shrug.

“Oh, and did you get that follower? Were they worth it?” you almost screamed at him.

He smirked enigmatically. “I don’t know yet. That is up to you.”

Your heart beat faster as you came to a realisation. Lucifer wanted to recruit you.

“You bastard. Why would I ever join you?” you sneered.

“You are capable. You are inconspicuous. You are smart, and talented, and you are just like me. You are a shining star now, your parents’ favourite and your friends’ beloved, but I can see the strain in your eyes. You don’t want this life of a prodigy because your ideals are different. Act upon them; join me, and the world will be at our feet. It will be ours to do with as we wish; ours to create and to destroy,” he said, and you were embarrassed by how close to home his words had actually hit. You had always hated how the hunter’s life had just been thrust upon you without anybody asking you first, and what you had hated even more was the fact that you were amazing at being a hunter.

“We’re different,” you said, grasping at straws. He could see in your eyes that his words rang true, that what he had said had affected you in more ways than you cared to admit.

“Everyone’s different,” he scoffed. “But you and I… not so much. The only difference I can see is that your Hell is right here. You are living it every moment, breathing it in and exhaling it with every breath. And you know it. You can feel it. Yet… you deny it. We want the same things. Accept it,” he said, calmly striding closer to you; so close that you could almost feel his breath on your face.

You held his blue gaze for a long while, neither looking away.

“I am not like you,” you insisted.

Lucifer just gave a cold, low, laugh and leaned even closer to you, touching his lips to yours.

What you realised first was that you were no longer bound by his invisible spell. He was actually giving you the option to decide here.

That took you by surprise, but what astonished you even more was the fact that you were responding positively to his increasingly rough kiss. He was kissing and licking and sucking and biting and, when he met no resistance, he pushed you against the wall and trapped you between it and his body.

“What is your answer?” he asked, voice low in a growl as he pulled away from the kiss that had left you breathless and yet wanting -needing- more.

“Yes,” you said breathily.

You didn’t know why you replied with what you did. The only sure thing was that no demon was possessing you because your anti-possession tattoo was still whole and unharmed.

The prospect of the world being yours was seductive, and you couldn’t say no now that you had the way to make it reality.

Lucifer smirked. “Welcome, my queen,” he muttered and leaned closer to capture your lips in another desperate, needy, kiss.

Bookstores always remind me that there are good things in this world.

Vincent van Gogh (via vincentvangogh-art)

Fanfiction appreciation post 1/?

Hiddlesweek  | Day 7 | February 9th, 2016

Happy 35th birthday, Tom!

The Party

Pairing: Daniel Radcliffe x reader

Word Count: 676

The Request: Can l have a Daniel Radcliffe one where I'm secretly planning a surprise party for him, and he thinks I'm cheating on him but I'm not and we get into a huge fight about it and break up and then it's the day of the party and one of his friends says I planned it and we get back together? And in the end with fluff?

Warnings: N/A

A/N: For @anyfandomimaginex. I hope it’s alright! ^_^

You were in the middle of surfing the Internet for the ideal cake recipe for the party you wanted to throw for Daniel’s new role when the man himself entered the room, looking angry and sad all at once.

“Y/n,” he said, speaking clearly despite the emotions evident in his eyes. “It’s over,” he stated.

You were confused. “What’s over?” you asked, fighting to keep your voice level and steady.

“This. Us. We are over,” he said, and you immediately felt tears prickle the back of your eyes. 

“Wh-what?” you stuttered. “Why?” you asked incredulously. You loved him and he did too. He had never shown any indication to the opposite.

“Because you have been too distant from me lately. You’ve sometimes had to cancel on our dates to go out somewhere else, and you always hide your laptop and phone screen whenever I’m nearby. You speak into the phone with a hushed voice and spend a lot of time distracted on the Internet. You’re barely even here, and when you are it’s only physically. Your body might be here, but your mind is somewhere else,” he stated sadly, and it sounded like he firmly believed what he was saying.

“No, Dan, no!” you got up, walking up to him, trying to explain, but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

“It’s over. I’m breaking up with you,” he said. “Your attentions, your heart, they obviously belong to someone else.

“I’m not cheating on you! I never would do that,” you protested.

He looked disbelieving, disappointed, and you would have preferred a screaming match to this quiet anger that had him wiping his eyes furiously to brush away the oncoming tears. “It’s, um...” he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something else, but then he thought better of it and just left, fists clenched at his sides and head hanging low.

You stood there, mouth agape and eyes staring vacantly at the doorway he had used to leave for a good three minutes before you found a chair and collapsed on it, burying your face in your hands and letting the tears flow.

The party had been scheduled for two days after that and, despite Daniel having broken up with you, you made sure that the party was still on.

You didn’t go. You couldn’t go, because you didn’t want to ruin it for Daniel. He was going to have fun with his friends and you would just be happy about him from afar.

You were getting ready to go to sleep and call it an early night when your doorbell rang. You opened the door, and there was Daniel, looking shy and apologetic and holding a bouquet of flowers that almost hid his face.

“Hey,” he muttered. “Can I come in?”

You nodded, and he walked inside, handing you the bouquet.

“I... I’m sorry. I was told what you were doing for me. I was told that the party was your idea and that you weren’t cheating on me, you were preparing a surprise for me. I’m really sorry for jumping to conclusions like that, I just.... I love you so much and I’m sorry,” he said and you placed the flowers down, smiling brightly at him.

“You mean it?” you asked.

“Yes,” he nodded. “The party was amazing, and there was such attention to detail. You worked hard organising everything and I was the worst moron ever,” he shut the door, walking closer to you and hugging you. “You are amazing, and I am sorry I ever doubted you. You’re the best girlfriend I could possibly have,” he said, pulling back slightly from the hug only to kiss your lips.

“Do you forgive me?” he asked eventually, between kisses.

“I do. Of course I do,” you said and put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him back. You were glad he now understood that you loved him just as much as he loved you, and that you would never do anything to hurt him.