One Of My Favorite Bits In Doctor Who Is When Someone Is Like Your Time Machine Doesnt Work Very Well

one of my favorite bits in doctor who is when someone is like your time machine doesn’t work very well does it and the doctor is like Excuse You, This Is A Type 40 TARDIS That Can Go Anywhere In Time And Space. that’s like if i drove to a place where they don’t have cars but know about them and took someone for a drive and they saw cooling that only works on one setting and heat that barely works and a broken cd player despite the functioning tape deck and shaky brakes and they went mate your cars a bit shit isn’t it and you were like fuck you, this is a 2002 toyota camry, it can drive on roads

A piece of me. A part of you.

Pairing: The Doctor x reader

Reader type: Gender neutral

Song: Roslyn- Bon Iver

Warnings: N/A

An: It has been a hot minute lol. I'm thinking about doing a mini series of various one shots with a specific type of reader in mind. This is mostly just a quick idea of sorts to figure it out. I'll be tagging all of these ones, if I do it, as readerreader until I figure out a better name lol. Anyways enjoy this one! Any feedback is welcome!

"Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the color gold."

- Victoria Erickson, Edge of Wonder: Notes from the Wildness of Being (via woodlandfawn)

"Are you mad at me?" You asked. Your voice wavered. Spoke the pain you felt.

"Mad?" The Doctor asked softly. Held you closer in his arms. "Why would I be?" He trailed off. Pulled your hand into his. "Y/n." A whisper. Your name is uttered in such soft reverence.

"Please Doctor." You sounded meek. Tired. God so tired. "Tell me." You look up. Your damp cheek still pressed to his chest. "Please."

He brought your hand to his lips. Layed a kiss on broken and bloody knuckles. His jaw clenched. His eyes soft as he looked at you. "Never. Not of this."

.

.

.

He held a lifetime of sorrow. Carried it in a body hewn of ancient stone. Drowned in a pain beyond your comprehension. The Doctor has faced beings claiming God has spoken to death and was spared her hallowed curse. Yet he came out the victor. The lone man in a blue box condemned to live out a life loss and ruin.

There are times you catch a glimpse of him. Genuine moments of his joy. Of his love for learning. Such as now. On a cool, crisp day. Breathing in the mountain air of a foreign planet. He speaks to you, almost tripping over his own tongue as he tells you of the planets history. Its people. He tells you of events as if he has lived them. And perhaps he did. Watched as the first mountains formed.

Did he hold his breath as the first green sprout rose from rich soil? Did he know of that tree? Breathed in the air it gave as it towered miles high into the air? The crown of it touching the clouds. Daring to break the atmosphere and touch the stars just as he did.

You say nothing. Hold his hand while he speaks. You look into eyes that have seen both the birth and death of the universe.

If you listen. Catch your breath. You can hear the TARDIS. The cry of alien animals. Although the Doctor would tell you that "You are just as alien to them as they are to you." You smile at the memory that thought brings up. On a far warmer planet that had a sky of deep violet hues.

Your face warms when the Doctor waves a hand in front of you.

"Are you even listening? I am being very clever you know." You chuckle. Slightly embarrassed at being caught lost in your thoughts.

"I am. I promise. I just." You pause. Get lost in the look he gave you. One brow rose and a flicker of a smile on his lips before he looks away.

You would give anything to see yourself through his eyes. To see what he saw in you. To know what he deemed worthy enough to keep you around.

"Come along then." The Doctor pulled you towards a worn foot path. "There's a town nearby that I want to show you. It has the nicest little shops." Slowly he fades out. Eyes following the curve of your profile. Lost in the look of your eyes. A fresh view in the planet he often visited.

Yet you were the first companion he brought here. The first to view this small piece of peace he so desperately clung to. And he showed you as if to say. Here I am layed bare, open. See the part of me that I keep hidden. Please notice the peace. The untainted memory he so desperately held onto.

His own lips copy the curve of your smile. Finding his own happiness at your joy of another alien world. Caught in new sights and smells. He watches as you call out. Greet people unknown to you.

You have grown since you've first met. No longer cold and calloused to the world. Finding your own softness after being walled off for so long.

You nod as you pass yet another. The people of this planet range in brillent hues of blue. Each of them shifting darker in shade as they age. Their "hair" was a tuble like tendrel that they held great care for. They decorated them with jewels and golden clasps. Horns sprouted from the tops of their heads. Curling like a rambs as they grew older. From this was draped a sheer fabric. A religious practice for some. They have four arms. The bottom set wrapped around their torso when not in use.

You nod your head at a passing couple clothed in deep green hues. A child between them skin such a pale blue it was almost white. Your head nods. Eyes closed. The Doctor copied you from by your side.

A polite greeting that they copy in turn. They tell you of festivities being held in town. An important one for them. Something only held every one hundred years.

These people live for centuries. A long life of peace and deep appreciation of the arts and sciences. They yearn and crave knowledge.

The Doctor grins. Laughs and waves goodbye at the family and pulls you further down the path. Through fog covered trees and over a stone bridge. His hand still in yours as you reach the town.

And oh it was stunning. Filled with the laughter of children and foreign food wafting in the air. Sweet and aromatic. Spice intermingling with the pine like scent of the woods.

What you could only call orbs floated high into the hair. Multi colored balls all shades of the rainbow

Children ran past you. The Doctors hand slipping from your own. His gaze follows the children running towards the bridge you just crossed. Their laughter rung. High and bright.

With a hand between your shoulders the Doctor leads you towards various stalls. Having you try different foods. Drinks. Even getting you a trinket or two. Silver bangles on your wrists. A new ear cuff shaped like a dragon from Earth's folk tales. Takes that held some tune of truth to them.

The day blends into the night. Your full. Body satisfied by a different blend of food. Even so you held a warm drink in your hand. The Doctor had lead you to a high hillside above the town. The two of you sat on dewy grass beneath twin moons.

You shivered. Wishing you had brought a warmer jacket. You took a sip of your drink. Sweet and almost chocolaty. It was caffeinated almost like a coffee. You bumped your shoulder against the Doctor who in turn nudged you back. "Why did we come up here again?" You asked. The Doctor smiles.

"They hold a light show. Drape thier bodies in the floating lights you've seen all night. " His voice is soft. Far off in a memory. One you're soon about to make. "They dance. Tell the story of their people. It's a long one. Sad and filled with pain and trauma. But they tell it. Teach their young about their history and just how difficult peace was to achieve." He begins to add more but stops when the dancing begins.

Light waves. Rolls across the town like water on the ocean. Breaking and scattering when it hits the edge of their home.

They dance and sing. So much pain and sorrow held in their story. It calls out to you. Transfixes you. It also speaks of hope. Of faith.

The Doctor says nothing. Watches you as you watch the town. Colors dance across you skin. Flash in your bright eyes. You face is soft. Small minute expressions only he could see. He has seen this a thousand times and will a thousand more. But he thinks. Just this time. He is seeing it for the first time again through you. And it stills his hearts. Warms his chest.

He sees a part of himself in you. A desperate need to learn. To see. And he knows you see yourself in him to. The hurting. The pain. The coldness. Often he wonders how the both of you got along. How the both of you balance each other out.

You got to grow softer. Learn to give a kindest you so desperately fought for. Learn to give it to others so that you to may get it.

The Doctor got to see things in fresh eyes. To relearn the reason why he ran off in that blue box in the first place. He saw a piece of himself in you. And perhaps you part of himself in you.

A message from the tenth Doctor

Tags: @3lianav

Y/n! I finally got the right signal! I didn't know how much longer the sonic could take. It's always so tricky trying to pick up your frequency.

*The Doctor smiles softly and it turns into a full blown grin upon seeing you.*

Ahh there you are. We're overdue on our next adventure! I was thinking about taking you to the Eskemo nebula. A couple thousand years into the future of course.

They have this little shop there. I love little shops.

*He's looking at the stacks of book you have off to the side. Some old an worn. Others so brand new they haven't been open.*

Or perhaps you would like a day in? I know I know. Not something we so very often but.

Well that last trip was a little tiring wasn't it? All we did was hike around Callisto. And ran away from the ice beast but. You enjoyed that. Right? Despite the monsters and untimely misshaps?

We did get to see fairies in the end.

*You watch as he moves around the Tardis console. He's flicking switches and running frantically as he gets her going.*

I know that I'm not always there for you. And I do know that you humans don't quite run a mile a minute. But it's nice you know.

*He's leaning against the railing now. Gazing up at some unknown point within the Tardis.*

It's nice to know that your just.

There. I love it when you light up talking to me. The way your eyes hold the sky and that smile.

Oh that smile sends my heart's pounding.

Just the way you barely contain your happiness as you tell me everything that has happened.

Knowing full well you'll allow me to do the same next.

Remember that movie we watched? The Lion King?

*He's running his hand through his hair smiling as he looks over at you.*

We practically quoted the entire movie line by line.

Oh and the song! The pillows and blankets ended up on the floor as we jumped and bounced on the couch. Throwing them into the air to pretend they were the rest of the cast.

You played Simba's roll quite brilliantly thank you.

*The sound of the Tardis seems to get louder as the Doctor continues to talk.*

I don't know where I would be right now y/n. Without you here by my side.

My brilliant companion.

Did you know that.

Well of course you do.

Your absolutely amazing.

Not afraid to go from one crazy adventure to the next.

The way you oh so brilliantly figure something out and your whole face comes to life at the shear excitement at finding out something no human ever has before.

But there is times when I began to worry.

I know it's hard at times. Feeling as if you're the only one left in the world.

That you have no one else to lean on. To depend on.

That no one is really and truly there for you.

Well. I thought that. Until I met you.

You have brought a center point for me to focus on. A bright light in a dark tunnel. Cave? Something like that.

What you need to know is that, no matter what, I'll be there for you.

Every tear, every lonely day. Everytime you feel as if your alone in this universe.

Know that you have me. That I will always be there for you. I don't want you to forget that y/n.

I don't want you to feel the way I have.

Your my friend. And nothing will ever change that.

Now about that trip.

*The Tardis has finally appeared in front of you at this point. The Doctor leaning out the door and grabbing ahold of your hand.*

Allons-y! Y/N! That shop isn't going to run itself.

And who knows. Maybe we'll run into something new today.

Eater Of Time

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x Gender Neutral Reader

Song: Babylon- Barns Courtney. Darkness of the Day- Cadalay

Warnings:

An: This is something that I plan on re-writing in the future. Maybe even making it into a short story. But it's an idea i've been toying with for a long time now so please consider this as a first draft of sorts. Any feedback will be appreciated.

Tags: @simplymurdock

Word count:4586

Last part first

"Help me. Remind me why I'm here."

-Kim Addonizio, from 'Death Poem', Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems.

"What are they?" Your voice shakes. The creatures in front of you move and shift along the shadows. Their eyes are hungry. Feeding off of the very being of you.

"Eaters of time." The Doctor spoke from beside you. Quiet. Soft. Almost scared if one could believe it. You glance up at him as he still stares back at the creatures.

"Eaters of time?" You ask. One of them lurches forward and the Doctor places you behind him. His sonic whirs uselessly against them. The darkness they spread swallows the little green light. "Doctor." You whisper. "Doctor please. What are they?"

You have never seen that look on his face before. So broken. Empty. You've seen his joy, his anger, his sorrow. This. It.

"They eat time, Y/n. Specifically the time someone has lived. They eat it. Consume it. Almost immortal because of their hunger." He pulls you away from him and towards the open forest the two of you had trekked god knows how long ago. "I'm sorry." He gives you a hug. Presses a kiss to your brow. "I am so sorry. But I need you to run. Go. To the Tardis. She'll take you home."

"I'm not leaving you!" The creatures surge as your voices rises. "Doctor. I will not leave you." You voice is hoarse. Your body strung tight. Muscles and a base primal fear begging you to do just that. Run.

His face hardens and you catch a glimpse of the Doctor that only those who whisper his name in fear have witnessed. Not at you. No. But that foolish heart of yours. The one that begs to stay. To help.

"I need you to run. Now." He begins to push you away from it all. Away from the baying creatures. The forest seems to grow. To swallow the both of you as he pushes you further and further away. "Go! Before they-"

First part second

"Let me sit here, on the threshold of two worlds. Lost in the eloquence of silence."

-Jalalud'din Rumi (1207-1273) 13th century mystic and poet.

"One of the most beautiful forests in this galaxy." The Doctor whirls as he steps in front of you. Throwing the Tardis doors open with a flourish he grins. "Y/n I give you Tenebris Silva."

Beautiful indeed. The forest had a dark ethereal beauty to it. Shadows clung to the spaces in-between. White fog flowed and clung to the trunks of the trees. Deer like animals peered from around them. Their large eyes catching the light from inside the Tardis before darting off into the darkness.

The trees were such a deep green they matched the eternally night sky. The tops brushing the sky as if they were painting the smattering of stars and clouds high above. They moved and swayed with the breeze. Creaked and groaned as the wood fought against the wind far above.

All you could do was look in aw. Spinning on the spot as your feet dug into soft earth and pine needles. The air was so sweet. So clear and clean. It was if you were taking a breath of air for the first time. You breathed in deeply. As if you were trying to etch this air into your lungs. Commit it to memory so you would never forget.

You could hear the Doctor laugh as you did this. You must have looked a little silly you thought. Spinning about like a child. Still, you didn't stop. Trying to drink in every bit of this place you could. Trying to remember it so that one day you could look back. Such a happy memory it would be.

The Tardis doors closed and for a brief moment you were plunged into darkness. The half moon provided little light. As did the stars far away as they were. You jumped when you felt the Doctors hand land on your shoulder. A flashlight was pressed into your hands as the Doctor turned his own on.

"Come along then. There's a cabin here." The two of you began to walk. The Doctor stopped. Muttered to himself then began walking in the complete opposite direction. You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you. "Oh hush you. Unless you don't want to see the once in a lifetime meteor shower." You really did laugh at this.

"You wouldn't." You nudged his shoulder with yours. He tried to keep that angry look on his face but it soon fell.

"No. Not to you." His free arm wrapped around your shoulder. "But you'll love it. When they fall they light up every color you could ever imagine. It's like a firework show but better." His head dipped low. "And I can guarantee whatever you are imagining isn't even going to compare to what you are about to see." He pulled his head up. "Although that doesn't mean that you lack imagination. Or that you don't have a brilliant mind or." You stopped him by shining your flashlight in his face.

"Stop it you." You turn your head shining your light about the lightly worn path the two of you were taking. It was more of a deer trail really. A thin worn dirt path with a decent amount of brush on either side. "How far is it to this cabin?" You shiver. The planet may have an eternal night but it was no colder than a normal night on Earth.

"Not far." The Doctor responded. "Tired already? The fun hasn't even begun! We're supposed to." He stopped. Shined his light away from the path. You followed yours with it.

"Doctor?" You ask. Peering around him as he plucked something off of the brush next to him. You heard him hum as he brought it in front of him so you could see.

"Fabric. That's strange. No one else is supposed to be here. Or have been here for a long time." The fabric was a dark denim. Similar to the jacket you were wearing now. The Doctor moved it about. Checking it every which way. He brought it to his nose and gave it quite the loud sniff.

You arched a brow and chuckled. "That smell any good?" The Doctor looks to you. Shakes his head. He looked as if he were trying to recall something. He pockets the fabric and pulls you along the path.

"It's nothing. Probably. Maybe." The two of you broke through the brush. The tree line opening up to an open field with the cabin in the center of it. The ground breaks off to a cliff face with mountains jutting above the horizon. "And no. It didn't smell good." The both of you laugh.

The cabin is dark and very very big. It toward at least three stories and spread the length of a football field and then some. There was no electricity either. Candles and lanterns lined the walls. The Doctor flicked his sonic as the two of you entered. The inside of the cabin bathed in soft orange light.

The floor was carpeted. Paintings hung on every available inch of wall. Only broken by cabinets or hanging plants. The air smelled of something familiar to you. One you couldn't place.

You took the time to look around while the Doctor scribbled away in what you assumed to be a log book. Like the kind that hotel owners have. You brushed your fingers along the frame of one of the paintings. Was this place a hotel? You would have to ask the Doctor.

"Alright! Off to our rooms then." The Doctor spun bringing his hands together. The lanterns lit themselves as the two of you climbed a flight of stairs to the next floor.

You couldn't help but get a weird sense of deja'vu as you walked. Something bugging you in the the back of your mind. You shrugged your shoulders as a shiver ran down your back. While the Doctor was unlocking the door to one of your rooms you glanced back down the hallway. The further down it went it seemed like the darkness swallowed the light.

Your ears began to ring as your continued to look about. Something. Something wasn't entirely right. One of the lanterns flicked before going out briefly. Cold washed over you and you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched.

"Y/n?" The Doctor's head popped over your shoulder as he looked down the hallway with you. You jumped and spun on the spot. A hand over your know rapidly beathing heart.

"Jesus Doctor! You scared the life out of me." He looked from down the hallway to you. A curious look on his face. 

"Are you alright?" His hands were on your shoulders. Eyes searching your face as if he could find the answer he was looking for there.

"Ya. I." You stuttered out. "I was just lost in thought in all." At this he gave a soft huff. 

"Must have been some thought." His voice was quiet. "Anyways. Your room!" The door swung open to reveal a lavish room. A large canopied bed with sheer, wine red curtains. A dark chestnut chest sat at the end of it. As you walked through the door you saw a plush couch that matched the color of the bed. In the center of the room was a small table with chairs at either side.

"This looks like something my parents would love to be in." You said. You turned. Brushing your hand along the fabric of the couch. Then again. That smell. Something so familiar you could almost place it. It was stronger here. "That being said. It's beautiful Doctor." The Time Lord in question  was leaning against the door frame. A soft smile on his lips. "Thank you for taking me here." You genuinely meant it. Everything this man has shown you. You wish you had more than just words you could say. 

"No need for thanks y/n." He pushed himself away from the doorframe. "Cards?" He pulls a deck from his pocket. How deep those things are you'll never know. You've seen him pull out things that range from childrens toys to tools, and the oddball snack.

"You always win though." You grumbled. "It's not fair." Despite your protests you sat down at the table. The Doctor had already been dealing out the cards.

"Ace of spades?" You asked with a yawn. The cards blurred in your hand. It could have been ace of spades. It could have been the queen of hearts. 

"Go fish." Another yawn. You pull out a card from the half hazard pile on the table. 

"Doctor?" You ask. Shuffling the cards around in your hand. You had well over ten cards. Maybe more. The Doctor hummed in response. "It's late." You laid the cards face down on the table.

The Doctor turned his wrist. Checking the time. "That it is." He shuffled his cards. Picked his head up.  "Oh." His mouth rested in a small o. Slightly looking away. "Oh! You need to sleep!" He laid his own cards down. Standing up as he took in your tired state. Head rested on your hand. Eyes struggling to stay open. Slightly nodding as you tried to stay within the waking world. "Oh you need to get to bed." 

You were laughing as the Doctor lifted you to your feet. "Come on to bed with you." You through your jacket on the table. "Humans. Really I forget sometimes." You doubted that. The poor man was apologizing left and right as you unlaced your boots. Tossing them to the left of you somewhere. 

"Doctor its fine." You were sat on the edge of the bed. You almost sunk into it the mattress was so soft. "Really." Instead of listening he was rattling off everything that could happen with sleep deprivation and "Really. It's ridiculous how much you lot need to sleep. Oh what am I going to do." You tuned him out after a bit.  Instead choosing to lay back onto the bed.

There. Again. That familiar scent. Sort of woodsy. It was clean and bright with something spiced at the end. What was it? You turned your head.

Oh. Your bag.

When did you bring that?

Sure enough there was your backpack. The poor thing was worn in a lot of places but you used it every time you stayed the night somewhere. It was essentials mostly. Toiletries. Extra clothes. Phone charger and camera. And your perfume.

You sat up abruptly. The Doctor stopped his rambling then. He was watching you as you pulled the bag into your lap. You were digging around when he came next to you. There. The bottle.  

You pulled your perfume out of the bag and looked at the bottle. It was something you used almost all the time. This one was brand new though.

The bottle was halfway empty. Did you put the wrong one in?

"When did I bring this?" You whispered to yourself. Head tilting as you tried to remember when you had packed the bag let alone brought it with you. The Doctor said nothing as you placed the bottle back inside the bag. There was something in the air between the two of you. Something you were both forgetting. Something important.  

"Time for bed. Ya?" You spoke after a moment. You looked up at the Doctor. The two of you staring at one another for a moment. Something unspoken passing between the both of you. 

"Sleep well. I'm right across the hall." The Doctor told you. You didn't move even after he had left the room. The smell of chocolate and patchouli lingering in the room when he did. It fades after a few minutes. 

You're sat at the edge of the bed. The pajama's you planned to change into sitting in your lap. There was just something you were unable to shake. How was it you were able to smell your perfume when you've never been here before? And your bag. How was it here? You didn't remember grabbing it when you left the Tardis.

And that scrap of fabric. The one the Doctor had tucked away.  " No one else is supposed to be here. Or have been here for a long time." The Doctors words echo in your thoughts. Then how was it here? Just how long has this planet been alone for? 

A once in a lifetime experience. Then how come there wasn't more people? This place could house hundreds upon hundreds of people and their families. 

You change into sweats and a long sleeve t shirt.  Laying your old clothes on the table you had been playing cards on just moments ago. Your jacket. You couldn't help but stare. Something you wore quite often. An unassuming piece of fabric you had never really given a second thought to before. 

You shook your head and laughed at yourself. You were being silly. Thinking to deeply into something that wasn't event there. Drawing the covers back you crawl into bed. The Sheets were smooth and silky. Soft against you as you sunk down into the mattress.

Sleep came quickly and easily. Your body and mind to tired to be able to do much else. 

Second part Third

"I am fragile and Unholy. Open. Ravage. Eat."

-Tanaka Mhishi, Literary sexts II ( Via Ghost tears)

Something was horribly wrong.  What it was he didn't know. And oh how he hates not knowing. Especially  when the lives of one of his companions were on the line.

There were clues here. Blaringly obvious clues that go together. He just couldn't figure out how. There, in the woods. A scrap of fabric torn from y/n's jacket. It was clearly theirs. The scent of their perfume still clung to it. And it was here to, in the hotel. It floated in the air so thickly he could almost taste it.  What was normally a scent he found comforting and refreshing turned his stomach.

Why. Just why would they do that? Why would they do something that made it so clear that they were here before? 

Then there was the ledger. Names upon names from hours ago. The planet had a day night cycle that would last one earth week before plunging back into the day. They're names were at the top. So why was it dark? 

The Doctor found himself leaving his room. Stopping momentarily in front of y/n's door. His ear pressed against the wood. He could hear their breathing. The soft speaking they always did. Although they didn't admit it. Safe. They should be safe for now.

He opened one door. Then another. And another. 

Each one was filled to the brim of life. A lack of people but clearly it had been lived in not to long ago.

The last door he checked he opened so harshly it smacked against the walls. The door bouncing back with a mock laughter as he entered. His sonic went wild as he scanned the room. His twin hearts began their panicked beating before his own thoughts could catch up.

They needed to leave. And now.

 Chronophage.  Chronophage . Chronophage . Chronophage .

The words were painted on every single wall and every available surface there was.  The Doctor brushed his fingers against the paint. It was tacky. Not quiet dried yet. 

"Time eater." His body rushed with cold. "Time eater." He spoke again.

That 's why. Oh they were most defiantly here before. It could have been days. Weeks. Months.  The Doctor turned on heel. Running back down the length of the hallway.  There was no knowing on how long it has been. But he knew that y/n had less time to give. They could gorge themselves on the lives he's lived. Let them take it all.

But them? Oh gods not them.

He was rounding the corner when he heard it. Palm pressed against the wall as he steadied himself. Paintings fell. Crashed to the floor. 

His body when ridged when a shrill scream echoed down the hall. 

If he could he would have ran faster. Willed his body to do so. Praying with the names he knew that they would be ok.

Crashing and banging. 

"Doctor!"

He has never heard them scream like that.

.

Something had woken you from your sleep. It wasn't that uncommon for you to wake multiple times when in a new place. You body to on edge to truly fall into a deep sleep. Every strange noise would have you tossing and turning. 

So the next time you woke you took  a moment to just lay there. Eyes closed as you listened to the sounds around you. There was the softness of your breathing. The creaking of the hotel settling. Somewhere outside and animal bayed. Calling out to the moon that filtered light through the curtains canopying your bed.

You were warm and comfortable. Cradled by the thick blankets and pillows surrounding you. You breathed in deeply. Sighed. Another deep breath and.

What was that?

Fabric rustled in front of you. The sound of skin gliding across silken material hit your ears next. You stilled. Cold washing over you as your began to realize that you were not alone.  The bed dipped next to you. The wood creaking and groaning from the added weight.

Your breathing stuttered. Everything stilled. 

For a moment you tried to convince yourself that it was the Doctor. That he was just playing a cruel joke on you. But you couldn't find the smell of chocolate and patchouli. A scent you found comforting. Safe.

No. No. No.

Something hovered above your cheek. Something so cold you could feel it before it even touched you.

Your body wound itself tightly. Your heart pounding a rhythm in your chest. Your fist balled beneath your pillow. 

And with a yell you struck. Cried out. 

The creature screamed as it scrambled backwards. Taking the curtains and the blankets with it. 

Move. You needed to move.

You were glued to the spot. Sitting near the edge of the bed but to terrified to move. You tried to. Tried to at least yell. To cry out for the Doctor.

Everything stilled. 

The fabric on the floor moved. Going up like a joked attempt of a sheet ghost before falling away from the figure it was draped on.

It was tall and skinny. Skin going from hues of grey to a deep rich black. That black seemed to swallow it. To consume the room. You could almost feel it. It was so close to being tangible that you could feel pinpricks hit your skin. It was painful. Almost fire like.

It's head tilted. Golden eyes widening when it saw you move. Just a twitch of your leg.

It leaned forward.

Move.

It's hand brushed the now bare mattress.

Move.

The darkness followed with it. Flowed over the white of the mattress.

MOVE!

And you did. Falling backwards onto the floor before scrambling to your feet. The creature stood to move with you but got caught on the railings for the curtains. You took this brief moment to grab your boots before darting to the door.

A shrill scream left you lips when you heard it growl and snarl. It toppled the bed in its anger. The tables and chairs being thrown to the side as you crossed the threshold of the door.

"Doctor!" A sob tore through your throat. Nothing but desperation left your lips.

'"Y/N!" The Doctor caught you in his arms. Held you closely as your body shook. "We have to go. We need to go. Now." The both of you turned towards what was once your room. The creature inside was yelling. Crying. Upset that you had left.

Quickly you pulled your boots on. Allowing the Doctor to take you hand the two of you ran from the hotel. Down the halls. All but flying down the stairs and towards the large double doors the two of you had crossed not long ago.

Third part Last

"If there is a light then I am going to swallow it. If there is a god then i'm going to make him cry."

-s.osborn, from "blasphemies as the 5th street station, " published in The Rising Phoenix review (vialifeinpoetry) 

The forest was dark. Deep and heavy as it swallowed the both of you. The creatures would not leave you be. They followed every step you took. Swallowed every sound you made. The two of  you were prey in the worst way possible. A horrid game of cat and mouse as they turned you around again and again.

The Doctor had explained the best he could. These paradoxil creatures. That the two of you had lived this moment more than once. They would send their victims back again and again with a little less of themselves each time. 

They consume the life you have lived and use it for themselves. They take and take and take until they are almost immortalized.  Their own veritable fountain of youth.

Their victims would becomes less of themselves each time. Losing pivotable live moments that shaped them into who the had become. Entire lifetimes lost until they became a husk. Unable to do anything  more that live on a robotic life.  And many did not last long afterwards.

You could see the path that others took. Deep footsteps pressed into soft dirt. They had dropped things ranging from clothes and jewelry. Childrens toys and the odd suitcase here and there.

"We helped them." The Doctor told you. Spinning in circles as he tried to use his sonic to find the Tardis. The poor girl was calling out to him. A victim in this just as much as you were.  "There." The Doctor stilled. The light of the sonic bright and green. It sung out a high pitched tune as you stumbled up next to the Doctor. 

You were tired and worn. Mentally exhausted and hurt from head to toe. Both of you were  in a sorry state. The Doctor had lost his dress coat. His bowtie  had been torn away and the white of his shirt was slowly being stained a muddied brown. You were no better. Holes in your shirt from where the brush tore it. There was mud stained from hip to ankle from when you tripped. 

There again. There they were. Slinking around the trees. Calling out to you. Hungry. They were so hungry.

You were pulled away from them. The Doctors hand was on your upper arm. His face was alight with worry. "Run." The word was whispered. Desperate as he spoke to you.

Run you did. Cut off time and time again the closer you got to the Tardis. They were not going to let you go. 

"Why won't they let us go." It was a broken sob that left your lips. To worn and tired to truly care about the way you sounded. You wanted to go back to the Tardis. To find comfort in her and the Doctor as the two of you tried to put this all behind you.

"Me. They won't let me." The Doctor drew you in close. "I am sorry. So so sorry." He hid you away from the world for just a moment. He could see the Tardis in the distance. She called out to him. Begged him to come back. To bring the two of you back to her where she could get the both of you to safety. To anywhere but here. 

He could feel you tremble and shake. The soft push you gave as you tried to get even closer to him. "No." He felt you mutter into his neck. "No. I know what you mean by that." You pulled away. "I will not let you sacrifice yourself. We leave. Together or not at all."

The Doctor, for the first time, cursed you humanity. Cursed the fact that you cared so deeply.  He pressed his head to yours. His hand curling around the back of your neck. You could hear him speaking. Muttering in a language that the Tardis refused to translate. Even now. In this moment. 

The creatures. The Chronophage. You could hear them. Speaking. Whispering. Calling out to you. Begging you to help them. That they were starving. Near death. How could you be so selfish just feed them.

For a brief moment you see it. The meteor shower the Doctor had brought you to see. The  reason why you were even here. It seemed the shower itself were in your eyes. It took your breath away as the air around you lit up in color. 

The Doctor had pulled away. Watched you as you watched the sky. Something you would never have seen in your lifetime if it had not been for him. He has seen this before. Time and time again he would come back. He was grateful that in this moment, despite the horror around him, he got to see it though you. Such a soft look on your face as you forgot about the beasts around you. 

Chronophage. Time eaters. Eater of time. There is only a few names that made the Doctor fear for his life. 

 It would be a miracle if you two made it out of here. Already the both of you had lost pieces of yourself that would never return. Moments in time that you will never get back. The simplest things shaping you into who you were. And not for the first time the Doctor mourns your loss.

There. The Tardis. Just feet away. 

Already he was losing you. The creatures were feasting even as the two of you ran. The Tardis had thrown her doors open. Calling out as loud as she was able. Soft yellow light bathing the ground in front of her. 

Not again. She would not lose the both of you again. 

The thin line between realities.

Pairing: N/A

Characters: Reader. Tenth Doctor. Other doctors mentioned.

Reader type: Gender neutral

Song: Roslyn- Bon Iver & St. Vincent

Warnings: N/A

An: Is this good? Hell if I know lol.

"Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Somethings are to strange and strong to be coincidences."

-Emery Allen

There is a storm outside. It rages and cries out. Light echoed by thunder. Momentarily it lightens your dark room. Brings forth lengthened shadows. It was a melancholy happiness the storm brings.

The dark curtains to your window were drawn back. Letting you look out into the night. Cold air seemed to fall from the window. Washing over your body. Barely held back by the fire in your hearth and the blanket around your shoulders.

You could still taste honey on your lips. The remints of your chamomile tea. There is the smell of wood smoke and lavender. There is the sound of rain in your ears. The crackling of your fireplace and the rumbling of distant thunder.

It is calming. Soothing to your tired soul.

You shift. Mutter a curse as your journal falls from your lap and to the floor. Picking it up the ink filled pages spill open. You flick through them. Fingers ghosting over letters and scribbles of drawings. The majority of the time it is just grocery lists. A snippet of a song you heard that you wanted to search for later. Sometimes its a recipe. Long to be forgotten until you spill open the contents of this well loved journal.

Now it is filled with dreams. Each one you've been having for the past two weeks. Each of them more fantastical than the last. It felt as if though you have lived entire lifetimes in these dreams. Seeming as if days passed as you slumbered in your bed.

The first had been something of your childhood daydreams. Aliens, another planet. You had ran your hands through purple grass and gazed upon bright orange skies. You smelled sweet, almost syrupy air breathed out from silver trees.

Now the man hadn't been there at first. When he showed up it.

It was something between exhilarating and down right terrifying. He wore a different face each time. Some young. Others old. Entirely different personalities. Yet each time you knew. It was him. That it was that strange man and his blue box.

You've never been in that blue box. The Tardis he called it. You chalked it up to your mind not being able to make something semi reasonable. These were only dreams after all. And even you had to admit that your imagination could only go so far. Strange blue aliens and all.

The journal was slowly filling with every detail you could write about these dreams. With it were sketches of him. The Tardis. Sometimes you tried to draw others. The planets they lived on. It often slipped away from you. Leaving you unable to recall the shape of some ones eyes. The slope of their nose. Even whether or not they had two arms of four.

You sometimes spoke of these dreams to others. You were met with laughter. Being told that you should write a book about these dreams. Some said you've always had a fanciful imagination. That your head was always in the clouds.

They were just dreams. Right? It felt real sometimes. His smile. The laugh lines that formed around his eyes. Sometimes you thought you could see the stars in those eyes. That you could behold the entire universe if only you could look long enough.

Thunder roared and you jumped. Pulled away from your thoughts you laugh softly. You stood. Rising away from the warmth of your armchair you went to the window and drew the curtains closed.

With a yawn you stretch. Popping your back as you twist and turn. You glance over to your bed. The pillows and thick duvet on your bed looked inviting. You fed the fire one last time before crawling into bed and curling beneath the covers.

Sleep never came quickly for you. You could lay there for hours tossing and turning before the sandman would come. You tried a lot of things over the years. Every trick and grandmas remedies you could try. You found it best to focus on yourself. Let your body feel the covers around you. Feel the weight of them. You would listen to the ambience of your room. The movement of the night just outside your window.

Then you would focus your mind on just one thing. A movie you watched. A song. A story you wanted to write. Lately it has been that man and his blue box. A constant on your mind. You could see them. Hear them.

One moment you are lost in thought. The next you are opening your eyes to a golden sky.

You give yourself a moment. A small chunk of time. Breathe in salty air. Then sit up. Brush your hands against the ground. Against soft moss. Small white flowers dotted it. Smelling of something sweet and marshmallow like every time it was disturbed.

You look out onto the horizon of a vast ocean. Waves rose and crashed against a cliff face. Mist brushed your skin.

You stood wiping your hands against your thighs. The air was cool. Raising goosebumps against your skin. It moved your hair. The fabric of your clothes. It smelled of the sea and something akin to pine. Reminding you of home.

Unlike home, twin moons hung in the sky. Hues of silver splashed against a purpling sky as the sun began to rise.

With a grin you spun on the spot. Drinking in everything this planet had to offer.

These dreams. You loved these dreams.

There was little to do but explore. Still in awe as you found small tide pools. Strange little creature filling them. And out there in that too large ocean was something like the blue whales of Earth but so much larger. They called, cried out their music as they rose and fell with the waves.

No two dreams, no two places were alike.

Well. There was that one time you visited the same dream. Like you had picked up where you had left off on a movie. He had been ecstatic. Dragging you off to one of the small shops and getting you the sweetest pastry you ever had. It was both strawberry and vanilla with a hint of something close to almonds.

The look on his face had been a proud one when you bit into it. You were sure you had looked like a little kid eating cake for the first time. It felt like it. And you were damned if you couldn't find a recipe similar to it. Failed attempt after failed attempt left you with a cupcake tin you would never be able to clean.

You walked on a stick in hand. You swung it about like it was a sword. Lost in some childlike part of you as you fought of alien pirates and saved the day.

You stilled as you heard a familiar sound. The only way you could describe this sound is like air gliding against itself. And there was only one thing it could come from. One thing. One person. You could never forget.

A grin so big it hurt your cheeks graced your face. You wonder who it could be this time. The old Scotsman? The one with the leather jacket and slightly to big ears? Maybe it would be the bowtie and fez? He was always high energy and ready to go. You also swore that fez was glued to his head. He often left you feeling more tired than when you had fallen asleep.

The air seemed to split when the Tardis appeared. When she finally showed through it was with the smell of too sweet marshmallow as the white flowers where broke.

Then he stepped out from behind the blue door. You laughed. Called out.

Sandshoes.

"Ah! Fancy seeing you here!" He had a grin on his face that rivaled you own. The end of his coat whipped around his legs with the breeze. "Hello Doctor." You spoke with a smile.

He said a word you didn't understand. It carried away in the wind. Brown eyes looked over the landscape. Drank it in. Then landed on you.

"Sorry?" You ask. He laughs.

"Ahh. Don't worry about it. Alright?" He pulls out his sonic, something you wouldn't really understand, and waves at the air around you. You shrug, chalk it up to him being weird again, and pull him towards the ocean.

The two of you do very little. Speak about past events. It feels weird to catch up with a dream. How your mind could make up so much about a person that was not even real. Even though he felt real. His body heat leaching through his clothes and to you from where your shoulders were pressed together. You could smell something spiced and warm. Whatever cologne he may where.

It. It was strange.

You gasped as a large silver fish leaped up into the air. The light catching its scales and lighting up every color and hue of the rainbow.

You could see the Doctor from the corner of you eye. Watching you rather than the fish. Studying you like he often does. And mostly when he thinks that you're not paying attention. And hey, in your defense the fish was really cool.

As the day fades into the night the two of you travel back to the cliff you first woke up on. The two of you sit side by side. Shoulder to shoulder and drape your legs over the cliffs edge.

Slowly the sun dips into the sea. With a flash of red the sky lights up. Hues of colors that just beg for an artists brush. You drink it in. Etch every last moment of it to your memory.

Still you are in awe as the first stars begin to appear. Dotting along a darkening purple sky. Cool air brushes over you. Steals the breath from your lungs. Your teeth chatter when you shiver. The Doctor says nothing. Drapes his coat over your shoulders. Tucks your arms into the sleeves.

You laugh softly. Almost melancholic when you say. "You know. For a dream? They always seem so realistic." You look up. The Doctor still had a hold on the color of the coat. You catch his eyes with your own. His face, though soft, held a sadness. Like pulling forth memories of a lost loved one.

"After all this time. You still think this is a dream?" He spoke quietly. Mumbling as his hand fall. He pulls out the sonic. Fiddles with it. You tilt your head. Pull the coat tighter around you.

"Well. Yes?" More of a question than an answer. "I mean. Alien planets, a blue phone box that can materialize out of thin air and travel where ever. " You chuckle. "Sound's more like a cheesy sci-fi movie to me." You bump your shoulder against his. "Besides . All this only happens after I fall asleep." You lean on the world after. Emphasizing it.

"After you fall asleep?" The Doctor repeats your words. "After. Of course!" He springs up and pulls you to your feet. You laugh as he all but drags you towards the Tardis.

You would never get over this part. The inside of the Tardis. She seems to sing when you enter. You give your a joyful hello. Run you hands along guardrails and walls. You spin and turn. Ever happy to return to her. She's stunning. Beautiful. And every other word under the sun that would never do her justice.

You let the Doctor run about and mutter to himself. Turning knobs and dials. He speaks to her. Tells her to hush. Wait. Repeat that. He turns to you. Strides over and closes the space between you. His hands cradle your jaw. He looks over you intensely. Turns your head side to side.

"What do you do when you go back? How do you wake up?" You shrug.

"I don't know? I kinda just. Go back to sleep? Close my eyes?" You laugh. "Tap my heels three times and say there's no place like home." You get a chuckle from that.

"Well I need you to do that. Ok? I need you to do that and." He pauses. Pulls something out of the coat pocket that you are still wearing. Its oval like and softly glowing as he turns it about in his hands. He places it into your. closes your hands over it. "I need you to do just that and hold onto this." Gently he presses his lips to the crown of your hairline. "I'm going to find you. There is so much I want to show you."

He pulls away and looks at you pointedly. You just click your heels together. The Tardis lets out a loud sound at that. The Doctor calls back out to her.

As he turns his head you close your eyes. Focus on home. Your bed. Listen for the sound of thunder that you had fallen asleep to.

"Y/n?" His voice. Your name echoes in your ears.

You wake to the sound of rumbling thunder. You sigh. Curl tight against yourself. Your room was cold and dark. Well. You could restart the fire and fix yourself something to drink.

When you sat up something brushed against the bare skin of your thigh. You moved the blankets only to see the very same thing the Doctor had placed into your hands.

You picked it up. Confusion rolled over you. Complete and utter confusion. How? Where you still dreaming? You had to be. You hand to.

It changed hues. Stuttering between blue and green before flashing to a brilliant yellow. You closed your eyes against it it was so bright.

Thunder roared. Lightning cracked and briefly lit your bedroom even through your curtains.

Then that noise. That...

You had never risen from that bed more quickly in your life. Your feet stung as it hit the cold floor. You were shivering and shaking by the time you made it to the widow. The curtains so violently pulled apart they rattled the rails. Your window flew open as it caught the wind.

There. Lightning. The air pulled apart. Again lightning.

The Tardis. Briefly. Your poor garden. Oh your poor garden.

You didn't bother with a coat or shoes. Running out your front door as the sky lit up once again.

The rain fell heavily. Soaking both you and him. The Tardis closed her door quickly.

Tears welled and fell. A gasping breath. This. This can't be real. But you were home. Awake. You. Him. Everything.

"Hello Y/n." The Doctor spoke. A smile on his lips. "Do you mind if we go outside? It's a bit wet out here." A sob broke through your lips as you ran forward. You feet brushed along wet grass. The smell of petrichor was heavy in the air. Overpowered by the smell of spice and warmth as you hug him. Your head cradled into the crook of his neck.

You shiver and shake. The cold biting against your skin. You don't move. Just hold him tightly. And he lets you. His hand moves up and down your back. His body slightly curled over you as if it would keep the wind and rain off of you.

"You're real." You tell him. "Oh you're real." Your voice wavers and breaks.

"I am." The Doctor tells you. "We are."

The Companions as perfumes

I did it anyways lol. Once again let me know if you want a link to any of these.

Rose Tyler: Blackberry peach preserves- Nui Cobalt

Fox in the flowerbed- Imaginary Authors

Notes: Blackberry peach preserves-Deep and delicious, this scent recalls the purple skies of Autumn’s sunset. Ripened plump blackberries, vanilla sugar, luscious peach, and subtle spice. Wear for soothing, healing, and protection.

Fox in the flowerbed-Jasmine Tulips Frankincense Wildflower Honey Pink Peppercorns Silver Thistle Alpine Air

I feel like these both complement the ninth and tenth doctors pretty well. And they are both a sweeter and sort of flirty scent which suits Rose's personality. A note about fox in the flower bed is that it isn't a artificial flower scent. It smells exactly like if you laid down in a bed of flowers. I'm not one for florals but this is a perfume I would be reaching for.

Martha Jones: Zuma 1975- Thin Wild Mercury

Notes: Top Notes Bergamot, Coriander​ Middle Notes Ocean waves, Jasmine Sambac​ Bottom Notes Sandalwood, Vetiver, Ambrette Musk

I don't have this perfume but from what i've heard it is very good. It's advertised more as a beachy summery perfume I believe.

Donna Noble: Yesterday Haze

Notes:Fig Iris Cream Tonka Tree Bark Walnut Bitters Orchard Dust

This perfume immediately draws you in. It's personally one of my favorites and would suit Donna insanely well. It's just one of those perfumes that if you smelled it out in public you would never be able to forget about it.

Amelia Pond: O'Unknown- Imaginary Authors

Notes-Black Tea Lapsang Souchong Tincture Orris Butter Kyoto Moss Musk Balsam Sandalwood ???

Another perfume that I don't personally have but just from the name alone I had to pair this one up for Amy Pond. Each of the Imaginary Author perfumes have a story behind them and this one is Amy's. A man that left for adventure ready to leave it all behind.

Rory Williams: Classic Old Spice.

Look. I love Rory. I really do. But I have a pretty good feeling the only thing he wears is old spice. It's comforting and well known scent. Not only that but it's dependable and I feel like that Rory to a t. In order to have Rory wear something else I'd feel like it would have to be a gift. And if that were the case I'd choose Painted Fires by death and floral.

‘Painted Fires ’ - Dry desert rose & dusty ground, sweet summer citrus, leftover bonfire ash, white sage distilled in New Mexico, sun-warmed ghostly glow

Clara Oswald: Saint Julep- Imaginary Authors

Notes:Sweet Mint Tangerine Southern Magnolia Bourbon Grisalva Sugarcube

This smells like drinking a sweet tea with some bourbon in it during the summer time. It's not over powering but it still lets you know that it's there. It's a delicate sounding perfume that gives a nice hit once you smell it.

Captain Jack Harkness: Apre's - Ellis Brooklyn

Notes: Juniper Berries, Bourbon, Cedarwood

I have heard this perfume is that it is the embodiment of cutting up wood all day out in the forest and coming back home to sip on a glass of bourbon. There's also some notes of sweet vanilla to some. It's a more masculine leaning scent that envelops all who smell it.

River Song: Whiskey 1969- Thin Wild Mercury

Notes: Top Notes Pink Pepper, Cardamom Middle Notes Raspberry, Nutmeg, Ylang Ylang Base Notes Cedarwood, Bourbon Amber

This is a perfume I wish I had. From what i've heard its a more sexy and sultry scent that breathes of something wild. Another perfume oil I had in mind for River Song was Two cups of tea a summer monsoon and me and you by Death and Floral. It's a sweet summery petrichor scent that I just adore.