Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Narcissa Malfoy

That fic you wrote?

The one about the ship no one else cares about, or the deeply unpopular character, or the extremely unusual AU?

The fic that got no comments or kudos when you posted it?

Months or years from now, that fic might be exactly what someone is looking for in the sea of fics about all the popular characters, ships, and AUs.

Your fic might be the only fic out there that has what someone is looking for. The only fic that scratches the itch that it turns out you and that reader share.

And that's awesome.

i'm so fucking happy to find that i'm not the only one having MAJOR feelings about kate rn ahaha.

if you're accepting prompts- one where the reader gets left with the doctor during empire of death and has to deal with listening to kate die over the comm, then what happens when it all gets fixed.

Well, this made me have major feels. I hope it does the same for you.

Your arms were around the Doctor’s waist, barely managing to stay on the back of Mel’s scooter, heart in your throat as you listened to Kate on the other end of the comms. You couldn’t get enough air into your lungs. The Doctor’s shout should have been loud and yet it was like he was at the other end of a long tunnel, Kate’s voice the only thing that was clear. 

“Birds will sing again. There will be birds,” she said.

And then there was nothing but silence. 

You waited, on and on for one more word but none came. A broken sob passed your lips, the rest of the world falling away as a deep dark well opened up inside of you. Kate had always been such a pillar, you’d never considered she might one day fall. A meaningless future stretched out in front of you. There was no point without her. 

You’d never even gotten the chance to tell her how you felt. 

You stumbled through the rest of the day, just barely managing to get from moment to moment. You couldn’t focus on her, couldn’t let the darkness creep in. You had to focus on the next step, always the next step forward, not the what ifs or could have beens.

When you arrived back at UNIT HQ she was there, in front of you, like she’d never left. You couldn’t take your eyes off her, the rest fading away when she was right there in front of you. Alive. Perfectly fine. 

So you did the reasonable thing and stood on the absolute opposite side of the room from her and watched her with a keen eye to make sure nothing happened to her again. 

When the Doctor and Ruby left to find her mother you stayed back. You were happy for her, of course you were, but that deep sense of something going wrong the moment you took your eyes off Kate was still there. So you remained, on the outskirts as they got on with it, cleaning up from the whole day. 

Mostly, you just stayed out of the way. 

Occasionally her eyes would catch yours across the room. She’d smile and quirk an eyebrow and you would just shake your head. You weren’t going to get into it with an audience around. Certainly not when she had better things to get on with than settling your emotions. 

Once the sun had set and the moon was high in the sky, most of the screens off, everyone else having left for the night, just her desk light casting a warm circle of light around her, you let yourself draw closer into her orbit. She looked up, over the top of her glasses, watching you wander towards her. You pushed up onto the desk in front of hers, feet swinging.

“Are you finally going to tell me what’s on your mind?” she asked.

“I don’t want to interrupt when you’re busy,” you said.

“You’ve been hanging around all day. I know it’s not the brilliant atmosphere that’s kept you here so long. So out with it,” she said.

“I heard you die,” you said, heels kicking the desk. 

“Ah,” she said, leaning back in her chair. 

She took her glasses off, laying them on the desk in front of her. You liked being outside the circle of light, sitting in the shadows. You hoped she couldn’t see the expression on your face, darkness giving you a modicum of safety. 

“You were on the comms with us and I heard you. Sutekh turned you to dust and there was just this silence left. It was…” You didn’t have words for it.

“I’m sure that wasn’t easy for you,” she said.

“I know I should have cared about the entire universe dying but… all I could think about was that silence,” you said, not able to look at her.

Soft footsteps were your answer. Fingers gently tipped your chin up until you were looking into her eyes. You couldn’t read the expression on her face, but it made your heart ache with something unnamed. 

“I barely remember it,” she said, her voice not above a whisper.

“But I do,” you said, “I can still hear it.”

“Hear what?” she asked.

“The silence.”

She didn’t seem to quite understand how it rang in your head, the absence of her voice. It was like a physical thing, an oil slick on your skin, sinking in until the toxicity of it was embedded deep within you.

So you did the only thing you could to try and fix it.

Your fingertips travelled over her cheeks, mapping her skin, every line of it. She froze, holding still as you explored, feeling her alive under your fingers. Her breath came in a gasp when you traced her lips. You could feel her watching but you were following your path, pausing when you reached her pulse point in her neck. You let your fingers rest there, the beat of her heart strong under your touch. Dragging your eyes back to hers, you shivered from how close she was.

Your hand curled around the back of her neck and you dragged her in, your lips crashing against hers. She made a surprised sound but then her hands were on your hips and she was stepping between your legs as she kissed you with a hunger you hadn’t been expecting. Your fingers slipped into her hair, cradling the back of her head, pressing her closer, entrapping her between your legs, curling them around her. 

Her arms slipped around you, tugging you to the edge of the desk, her body brushing yours. The desperation that coursed through your veins made you kiss her deeper, your tongue licking into her mouth, tasting her. If she filled every sense, perhaps then you could stop lingering on the silence. 

You whimpered when she drew away, trying to draw her back in. Her hands on your shoulders, she kept you back, looking at you with those eyes that saw more than you wanted. She sighed, her forehead falling against yours. 

“I don’t want you to die,” you whispered.

“I’m not much of a fan of the idea either,” she said.

“I also don’t want you to die without knowing how I feel about you,” you said.

“How do you feel about me?” she asked.

“You’re… I…” You tried to find the words, “I’ve fallen for you. Hard. And losing you without ever having the chance to tell you was… I… Sorry.”

“Why are you apologising?” she asked.

“Because I’m doing this so badly.”

She chuckled, pushing your hair away from your face as she drew back, cupping your cheeks until you couldn’t move.

“You’re doing brilliantly,” she said.

“Liar,” you said.

“I’m finding it rather charming,” she said, giving you one of those soft smiles she used when charmed, usually by the Doctor. 

“Charming enough to go out on a date with me?” you asked.

“Given I find myself rather enchanted by you, it would be foolish to say no,” she replied, “I was never sure if it was something you wanted.”

“Kate,” you sighed, “I’ve been falling for you since the first moment we met.”

“You never said anything,” she said.

“Because I thought there was no way you could possibly be interested in me,” you said.

“I’m not sure you see yourself very clearly, darling,” she said, the pet name going through you like lightning, “you’re wonderful.”

A smile took over your face, bright and light, the silence finally beginning to recede. She lent forward, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. You whimpered into her mouth, shifting closer, your hands pressing into the small of her back to draw her closer. 

“Please don’t die,” you whispered when she drew away, burying your face in her shoulder.

“I’ll do my best,” she said, lips brushing against your forehead.

It would have to be enough for now. 

Gwendoline Christie

Larissa Weems

Lucifer

Brienne of Tarth

Please another story with Kate Stewart! Perhaps, if you’re interested, something like a reunion story? They meet again after Kate’s been away for a while?

Katherine

Pairing: Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1450

Warnings: mentions of injuries, a bit of angst

Summary: Kate comes home after a worktrip after not having texted you for two days

A/n: Hope you like it anon, made it a bit more angsty. Would love a repost, like or comment. <3 Can also be read as a gn!Reader ♡

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Dating Kate wasn't always easy. She worked long hours, often had to go on trips and wouldn't come back for multiple days or even longer. And she wasn't allowed to tell you what she even worked as. All you knew was that she worked for a government organisation protecting the planet from extraterrestrial forces. Great explanation, thank you very much. As if that wouldn't make approximately three million questions pop up in your brain.

But you loved her, and you made it work. Sometimes it was hard work, but it worked nonetheless. It was particularly hard work in moments like these. She'd been gone for eight days, off to some place off the world you weren't allowed to know too much about.

You missed her rotten. But mostly you were worried. You always were, but now more than ever. Usually she texted you every morning and every night. Even if she didn't have time for anything else, that was a given. But she hadn't texted you since yesterday morning. No text last night. No text this morning. No text now, and it was already dark outside.

So obviously you were worried sick and couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned, for what felt like hours. The familiar feeling of dread and anxiety settling deep inside of you. Your mind wandered and conjured up the worst scenarios possible. That went on until you heard a car pull up in front of the house and a few moments later a key unlocking the front door. It was unmistakably Kate's key, and the way she tried to be silent but immediately went into the kitchen for a tea gave her away as well. Trying to be silent was considerate, very Kate. But did she really think you could sleep right now? In seconds, you jumped out of the bed and ran down the stairs, barefoot and simply in a top and shorts. You didn't even bother giving Kate a warning of any kind, you practically flew into the kitchen and right into her arms. She only had a second to register what was happening and open her arms for you.

You immediately buried your face in the crook of her neck and took in her scent, that was so uniquely Kate. A wonderful mix of her perfume and shampoo filling your senses. Your arms around her neck clung onto her and her hand gently rubbed your back. Never in your life did you ever want to let go again.

"Did I wake you, my love?" She asked you, and the question was so ridiculous that it actually made you laugh a little through the silent tears that had formed in your eyes. You pulled back a bit and looked at her, a few tears slowly running down your cheeks.

"Do you really think I could sleep with how worried I was?" You asked her and her expression formed into a mix of guilt and confusion. When will she understand that you always worry about her when she goes off to these work trips? She always comes back injured in some way. It was the whole reason why you always made her text you, to know she was safe and alive.

You took a step back and looked her up and down, checking for visible injuries. You didn't see any, but she was fully clothed. Looking back up at her, you put on a stern, no nonsense look.

"Where are you hurt?" You asked, worried and eyes still slightly filled with tears. She shook her head, and you immediately knew she'd play tough.

"I'm fine, darling. Nothing happened." She said and tried to make her voice sound reassuring and calm. But she sounded exhausted instead. You could see right through her. She was lying. You crossed your arms in front of your chest and shook your head.

"Don't lie to me. Where are you hurt?" You repeated the question again. And you would until she'd answer you. "You didn't text me for nearly two days, something happened." You said and felt yourself choke up a bit, remembering how worried you'd been. Kate's gaze softened a bit at that, and you could see the decision she'd made in her eyes. She'd tell you where she was hurt. She was too exhausted for drama and arguing. She craved care and love.

She took off her blazer and then unbuttoned her blouse, taking it off and throwing it over the back of the chair. Her left side and rips where black and blue and a fairly big bandage was wrapped neatly around her right underarm. The sight made you gasp, and you immediately felt awful for the way you jumped into her arms. That must have hurt like hell.

"Kate, honey..." You whispered, eyes big and glossy, full of concern. "I want you to tell me things like this." You added quietly, eyes glued to the bruising on her rips.

"It's nothing, really it's not-" She started, no doubt trying to keep you from worrying. But it was too late for that. Right now you just wanted to take care of her.

"Katherine." You said in a tone of voice that cut her right off. She looked at you a bit surprised. No one called her Katherine, not these days at least. But it was effective, Kate closed her mouth and just nodded.

"Alright. I'll make you the tea you were no doubt making when I jumped on you. And you go upstairs and change into something comfy, but keep the top off. I'll put some lotion on those bruises." You explained to her, already moving around the kitchen to boil water and get her a cup. In the corner of your eye, you could see Kate's shoulders relax a bit. She grabbed her blazer and blouse and walked out of the kitchen. While you waited for the water to boil you could hear Kate walk around upstairs and when it stopped you knew she'd settled into bed to wait.

When the tea is done you go up to join Kate. You set the tea down in the little night stand next to your bed and placed a soft kiss on Kate's head. She was half sitting half lying down, leaned against the headboard. You grabbed some lotion from the bathroom.

"Any injuries at the legs?" You asked gently, standing next to the bed. Kate looked truly exhausted. She took a sip of tea before answering, but already shook her head.

"No, I showed you everything." You gave her a smile before climbing onto the bed and settling in her legs. Kate's hands immediately found a cosy home on your naked thighs. You just wanted to make a comment about it and tell her 'no funny business' when you see that she closed her eyes and immediately relaxed. It always astounded you how much of a relaxing effect you had on her, so much that just her hands on your skin calmed her down. You simply smiled to yourself and very gently started to spread the lotion on her rips. You could see that it hurt in the way she pressed her eyes close a bit firmer and lightly bit on her lower lip. But you tried to be as gentle as possible. When you're done you place the lotion on the night stand as well and gently lean in to kiss Kate on the lips. She hadn't seen it coming, her eyes still closed, but she kissed you back nonetheless. It's a short, soft kiss. Tender and full of love, and it nearly makes you choke up again.

Carefully you climb off her and settle down next to her, nuzzling into her non-injured side. Her arm easily wrapped around you and pulled you a bit closer, your head rested in her bare chest. The lotion had to dry before she could put her shirt back on.

"You scared me." You whisper quietly after some time of just cuddling in silence. "Please text me next time. Or make that scientist text me. Osgood? Something to know you're not dead." It hung heavy between the two of you and made you swallow hard. It was a possibility, you both knew that. Kate better than you, but even with how little you knew of her job you knew enough for that possibility to settle in your mind more often than you liked.

"I promise. I'm sorry I worried you." She answered, her soft voice ringing through the room and soothing your soul and heart. You simply nodded and nuzzled even closer, if that's even possible.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Not possible."

Cate Blanchett

Lou Miller