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She’s a Mystery

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Prompts -  I didn’t see Doctor Who on your who you write for but I thought I’d ask if you could do one where the Doctor sees reader in different places/times and confronts her and it leads to them travelling together. Hinted romance if you could. No problem if you won’t write for DW, thanks!

“Right then,” The Doctor exclaimed aloud to himself as he made his way back to the TARDIS, “Where to next?” He slowed his pace as he passed a library, seeing a familiar figure huddled over a book and laptop through the window.

You. It was always you. No matter where he went, whether it was 1775 or 200129, you were always there. You were always confused, always had that same crease between the eyebrows and same head tilt as you stared at him like he was mad.

“Who are you?” He whispered to himself as he made his way towards you. A reading from the screw driver showed you were just plain human. There was nothing special about you, no time jumping device that he could see either. You were a mystery and oh how The Doctor loved a mystery.

“Hello there.” The Doctor smiled as he sat himself down in the seat across from you. You looked up at him in confusion, there was that head tilt and eyebrow crease he knew so well.

“Hi?” You greeted, though it came out like a question as you looked up from your book.

“Do you recognise me?” The Doctor asked as he suddenly sat up straight and leaned his body across the table so he was staring into your eyes. You looked around before settling your gaze back on him.

“I’m sorry, should I?” You shot back, confused and slightly annoyed with the man who had interrupted your studying.

“Perhaps you should. Who sent you, huh?” Your eyes were wide as he pulled out a device and zapped it in your face.

“What the- my teacher sent me so I could finish my assignment. What is that?” You gasped, knocking the screwdriver away.

“Nothing, always the same. You’re just a bloody human.” He murmured to himself.

“Of course, I’m human!” You exclaimed as quietly as you could, still aware of the fact you were in the library.

“You can’t be! I saw you in France 1629, then again in Monmouth 1778, then again on an entirely different planet fifteen light years away from this time!” He ranted, slumping back in his chair once more with a defeated look, looking like a child who was close to throwing a tantrum. “You shouldn’t be possible.”

“1629, 1778, another planet? Those are things that shouldn’t be possible.” You told him, causing his head to snap up and a grin to form on his face.

This hadn’t happened before, you always just dismissed him, never picked up on the fact that he claimed to have visited those places at those times. Interesting.

“Oh, it’s plenty possible.” He told you, “But don’t you think I’m mad for trying to claim not only you were there but me too?”

“Oh, I think you’re absolutely bonkers. There’s no way you’re telling the truth.” You claimed, arching an eyebrow at him.

“But I am. I’m The Doctor.” He introduced himself and you felt your head explode with the information, flashes of different men, tall, short, old, young, all with questionable fashion. You gripped your head as The Doctor reached across to you.

“Are you alright?” He asked warily once you’d recovered.

“I-I I do-don’t,” You stuttered before taking a shaky breath, “I don’t know what just happened.” You confessed.

“What did you see?” He asked, more of a demand.

You quickly explained to him what you had saw and watched as his eyes widened. He thought over every possibility but none were right, none explained who you were or how you knew of his other lives. He wanted nothing more than to get you into the TARDIS to see if she could figure out something.

“Listen, I’m a time traveller from Gallifrey, an old and long-gone planet. I have two hearts and I swear on both of them you’ll be ok but you need to come with me because something isn’t right and we need to figure it out.” He told you, barely pausing for breath.

It took quite a bit of convincing for you to follow The Doctor. The two of you walked side by side down brightly lit roads. The air was cool which you appreciated as you’d been stuck in the library for hours desperately trying to finish your paper. A part of you was questioning every decision you had ever made, you knew going off with strangers, especially without telling anybody beforehand, was dangerous but a bigger part of you felt safe, like you knew this man and he would protect you.

It wasn’t long before The Doctor, who called themselves that anyway, was leading you down an alleyway and stopped in front of a blue police box that had you raising an eyebrow.

“You led me all this way for a box?” You asked.

“Trust me.” He grinned at knocked on it causing the door to swing open and a stream of light to flow out.

You looked at him warily but he just tilted his head, gesturing for you to enter.

“Oh my god.” You whispered as you spun around in a circle.

“Go on, say it, I love it when they say it.” The Doctor beamed.

“It’s, It’s bigger on the inside.” You and The Doctor said at the same time causing you to laugh slightly manically. He stepped out of your way as you exited the box only to circle it and re-enter.

“That- this is not possible.” You told him as you ran your fingers along the console causing him to step forward and flick switches you had pressed.

“Everything’s possible.” He told you with a grin. “Now, this is the TARDIS and she’s mine, technically I’m borrowing her but semantics.” He shrugged before continuing, “Now, she can do a scan, completely non-invasive, and we can figure out just what you are.” He told you as he started pressing buttons and pulling levers.

“I thought I was just plain human.” You asked with a hint of amusement.

“Ah, well, perhaps you are but there could be something more to you and I just can’t help myself. I love a mystery.”

You and The Doctor spoke for hours as the TARDIS scanned you and then took a long time to give an alert. The two of you were sat next to each other as The Doctor told you of his adventures.

“So, you can travel anywhere in time and space, right?” You asked.

“Right.”

“So, why not stop the bad stuff from happening, like wars and stuff, surely you can just fly your box there and make everything better.”

“Well, it doesn’t actually work like that. Time and space, somethings are so fixed that no matter what you do they have to happen. Sometimes you know something is going to happen and you try to fix it but your actions are what causes something. Trust me, it’s a blessing and a curse to be able to travel like this.” He explained, suddenly looking like he had the weight of several planets on his shoulders.

“I’d love to travel. There’s so many incredible things that are just out there waiting to be explored.” You told him with a faraway look that caused him to smile softly at you.

“Why not do it then? Go exploring?” He asked, eyes wide as he did.

“That’s not the way things are,” you began with a heavy sigh, “Here you’re expected to finish up your education, start working a 9-5 job that makes you miserable and squeeze out some kids with your partner who you hate.”

“You could always run away with me. You know, one of the best things about having a time machine is I can take you anywhere you want, anytime you want, and have you home five minutes later.” The Doctor told you causing you to look at him in excitement.  

“Really!?” You exclaimed, “but you just met me. Why would you want me to travel with you?” You asked him.

“There’s something about you, Y/N. I like you.”

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You laughed as The Doctor grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him, the two of you running as fast as you could. You’d begged The Doctor to bring you to see Shakespeare and whilst it was beautiful, though the smell was something that could be better, it had ended with The Doctor narrowly escaping getting punched in the face and the two of you fleeing to the TARDIS, panting as you leaned against the doors.

“That was close.” He laughed as he watched you giggle through deep breaths.

Neither of you had found out why The Doctor had seen you several times. A scan from the TARDIS all those months ago showed that you were in fact just a regular human but The Doctor chose to focus on you, here and now, not on whatever happened. Without it he never would have gone up to you in the library that day, he would have been left alone despite Amy’s wishes.

You truly were a blessing to him.

“Where to next, Y/N?” He asked causing you to grin at him.

“Surprise me.” You told him with a soft smile.

You were a mystery to him in more ways than one.

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Eater Of Time

:A sneak peak into what I'm writing next. Trying to keep this blog somewhat active lol:

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." Your 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-"

House of the rising sun

Pairing: Doctor x reader

Reader type: Gender Neutral

Song: House of the rising sun- the animals

Warnings: N/A

An: Is this something anyone would be interested in? I've got this much done and planned on it spanning a few parts/chapters. But I've kinda hit a rough patch with it. Any feedback would be nice lol. And if enough people like it I'll come back and write more/ actually do the whole thing lol.

Word count:2259

"All sins are attempts to fill voids"

-Simone Weil.

The air is hot and dry when you step off the Tardis. Warm air blew through the near empty street as you spun on the spot taking in the small town before you. It looked like something from the old west films your grandparents enjoyed so much. Tall wooden buildings and a dusty winding road. Some where, out in the distance, a bell rung. The sound bright in the air.

Your guitar hits your back as you jump off the small ledge the Tardis had landed on. The Doctor was close behind. Locking the Tardis doors and adjusting his jacket as he stepped away from her. It was insane that he could wear the same thing in just about any weather or climate. Yet here you were with sweat already rolling off of you in shorts and a t shirt.

"Here we are! Home to the famous House Of The Rising Sun!" The Doctor exclaimed with a small flourish of his hands. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Like the song?" You asked falling into step next to the Doctor who shook his head.

"Oh hardly." He waved his hand before the small town the two of you were walking towards. "This place is brilliant! They have some of the best food and drinks this side of the galaxy." He threw his arm around your shoulders mindful of your guitar. "Some of the best music to." He winks and you shove your body against his.

"Oh I'll be the judge of that."

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Well. You did have to admit the food was great and the drinks. Oh the drinks were fantastic. Just this side of sweet with a hint of fizz. If you had to tell someone what the drink of the gods were the little purple drink in front of you would have to be it.

There was a wide range of people there. From species you have already met to people you couldn't have even began to dream of existing. The place the Doctor had brought to you was huge. At least three stories in height and made of stunning dark wood.

In the center, where the two of you currently sat, was hundreds of tables. Each of them filled with people dining. To the right of you was what you assumed was a bar. Honestly you were a little too nervous to go up there by yourself and find out. Talking to new people had never been a strong suit of yours and especially not in a place as big as this.

Directly in front of you was a large stage. There were three microphones lined along the front of it and in the back had an assortment of both alien and familiar instruments. One that had caught your eye looked similar to your guitar. Almost as if another human from earth had come here.

"Would you like another drink?" A soft voice asked next to you. It was the kind women that had been your server for most of the night. She, like many others, had two sets of arms. The bottom two were holding her notepad close to her chest. She took both yours and the Doctors empty glasses when you nodded your head.

The scent of flowers lingered when she left. A sweet and powdery scent that you couldn't help but wonder where she got it from.

"Enjoying yourself?" The Doctor asked with a chuckle. Watching you as you looked about with wide eyes. Drinking in every sight the House had to offer. You looked back with a grin.

"Oh absolutely!" You pulled another fry from your dwindling plate. Well. It wasn't exactly like a fry made from potatoes but it was still starchy, carb filled, goodness.

"Good." He smiled and ate another jam filled treat. "Because what coming up next will blow your socks off." He furrowed his brows. "Not. Not literally though. Your socks will still be on." A pause. "I hope." You snorted a laugh and leaned back in your chair.

Your hand found your guitar next to you. You had brought it with you because the two of you had planned to stay the night for the next day festivities and you didn't want to be board while waiting.

Your drinks came to you just as the lights went out.

"Doctor?" You reached you hand out. To many mis-adventures had you waiting for any threats to come. You felt the Doctor lay his hand over yours.

"It's alright. The show's about to start." The show? A single spotlight fell onto the stage before you and landed on a man dressed in dark leather. You could hear your server chuckle from beside you.

"This your first show sweetheart?" You looked to her and nodded your head. "Well then you are in for a treat. Abiram doesn't perform very often." She looked at your guitar beside you and gave you a tooth filled smile. "Somethin' tells me you like him just fine." Her voice reminded you of a southern drawl.

Your attention is drawn away when he tapped into the microphone in front of him. The man pulled his cowboy style hat away with one hand. The other wrapped around the microphone.

"Evening ladies, gents, and those in-between." His hat is set down on a stool next to him. Like your waiter he to had two sets of arms. On of which was now pulling a guitar seemingly from thin air. "I am grateful that you are all here tonight. It warms my heart to know that you still enjoy music from this old man." Abiram had a deep voice. Smooth and mellow. Like a smokey whiskey if you wanted to truly give it a name.

You were able to pick of some details here and there as the man moved about on the stage. You could catch whiffs of what smelled like tobacco smoke. You could see the many rings he had on long and nimble fingers. One hand though was different from all the rest. You couldn't see it clearly until he had hung his guitar from his shoulders.

One hand was made entirely from metal. It gave the guitar a twangy sound as he plucked at the strings. A few notes drifted through the air a small rhythm of the man's own making. His fingers slid over the neck of the guitar. Silencing it as he looked out over the crowd.

"Now the first song im going to play you all know very well." A round of soft hearted laughter rolled over the crowd. "It's practically tradition at this point." Abiram's gaze fell on you. His head tilting as dark eyes looked you up and down. His lips pulled back into a grin. "This song is called White Flowers, for all you newcomers. It's a song about my stunning Dolon. May they always have my heart." The crowd broke into a cheer and beside you the Doctor clapped his hands together.

Given the chance, this song is one you would learn. Your own hands craved to grab your guitar and play along. White Flowers was nothing short of stunning. It pulled at your heart to listen along. Fulling enraptured with the mans singing. Abiram sung about his love as if they had made the very stars you and the Doctor had come from. As if they had made the earth you stand on. The very House you sit in now. Whoever Abriam called his very well had his heart.

He sung of their kindness. Their bright soul. His guiding light in it all. God if it were paired up with a movie or any kind of visuals really, you would be crying. Even now you almost held your breath. Practically crawling over the table to get closer to the man. To hear more of his music.

All to soon the final notes rang out. Abirams voice echoing in his silent stage. It wasn't until after the last string found its silence the crowd erupted into applause. Shouting and hollering stamping of feet and the thunderous sound of people clapping and cheering.

You were one of them. A grin at your lips as you laughed and cheered with the rest. You could hear the Doctor next to you doing the same. When you glanced over at him you noticed that at some point during the song he had slipped his coat off. His sleeves were rolled up over his forearms. A drink in one hand as he cheered with it.

"Will there be more?" You leaned towards him to be heard over the raucous. The Doctor tilted his head towards you.

"Just watch." He laughed out. You leaned back into your chair. Taking a drink as you let out another cheer.

There was, in fact, more. Abiram only sung a few more songs. Each one more enthralling than the last. From a soft and sweet ballad to something that would make Johnny Cash and Jerry Lee Lewis proud. There were others after him. Songs that had your feet stomping on the wooden floor and body moving from the sheer energy of the music alone.

By the time the night came and fell you were tired. The kind of tired when you had been swimming all day as a kid and had just come home. Blissfully exhausted. And as you and the Doctor rose to leave, giggling and laughing at one another. You realized you may have had one to many of said purple drinks.

The two of you began to make your way to the large double doors of the House. Weaving around other laughing friends and dancing couples.

"That. We have to do that again." You told the Doctor. You were leaning against him. You guitar in one hand so as to not accidentally break it in the dense crowd. The Doctor humed a response next to you.

"We could. There's more places out there like this. This one just happens to be my favorite." The Doctor had his coat slung over one shoulder. His bowtie slightly askew and a faint dusting of pink across his cheeks from the alcohol that had been in the drinks.

You open your mouth and begin to ask where these places are when your interrupted. The woman that had been your waitress was coming up to the two of you. A piece of paper fluttered in her hand. Her others arms were being used to move people aside so she could get to the two of you.

"There you are! Thought I had missed the two of ya." Light eyes settled on the two of you as she handed the Doctor the paper. "Now. You have every right to refuse but I suggest that ya don't." There was swirling script on the paper that the Tardis began to translate for you.

"Abiram took notice of the two of ya and your friends own instrument." She gave you a wink. "And wants' to be the one to invite the two of you for the House's late night special." The Doctors brow rose. His arm falling away from around your shoulders as he held the paper in both hands.

"I never heard of any "Late night specials" Before." The Doctor looked to the woman for an answer.

"Of course not sweetheart. It's usually only for the people who perform here. " She paused. "And others. But sometimes some people out in the crowd are invited. It's very special." She wrapped the Doctors hands round the paper. "What do ya say?"

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"Are you sure about this?" You asked the Doctor. The two of you stood outside the large double doors of the house. Faintly you could hear people speaking. The calling out of names and numbers. A few cheers and yells.

"No. But when have I ever turned down the chance for an adventure." You shrugged your shoulders at that.

"Can't argue with that." You bumped the Doctors shoulder with your own. "After you Doctor." With that the Doctor grinned and pulled open one of the doors.

When you stepped inside you were immediately assaulted with the smell of tobacco smoke. The room was hazy with it as a few hundred people puffed away at cigar like smokes.

"Going once. Twice. Sold! To the lovely lady in the red dress." You shifted your guitar on your back. Taking in the rows of people. Some were mingling off the the side.

"Are. Are they bidding?" A few feet in front of you and to your left was a table of people talking over a game of cards. A few casino like chips tossed back and forth on the table.

"Gambling." The Doctor said. You jumped when someone laid a hand on your shoulder. You spun towards them taking a few steps back.

"Sorry darlin'. Didn't mean to spook ya." Abiram stood in front of you. Hat pulled low over his brow. A cigar sat between his lips and in one of his hands a drink. He used the metal one to pull the cigar away from his lips and smoke bellowed from them. "I'm just happy to see that the two of ya made it. It's not often we get people like yourself out here." You don't think he's wrong. For the entire time that you've been here you and the Doctor where the only human or human like people here.

Abiram motioned with his hand. "Please. Follow me." You glanced at the Doctor who looked at you.

I've already got something I have to finish writing out. Well more like two something's but.

What about a fic where the reader is bored on the Tardis. Maybe the Doctor had to do some repairs. Maybe she needed to refuel. And to pass the time reader decides to ask the Doctor how to say some words in Galifreyen.

They start with simple things. Like "Hi." "Hello." "My name is."

And it's such a quiet domestic moment. The reader is stumbling over the words. Something so fluid and pretty to say but hard to wrap their tongue around it.

The reader is trying so hard. They want to be able to speak with the Doctor in their native tongue. So that they can hear their language spoken. So that maybe. Just maybe it won't die with him.

And then they're laughing. Eyes bright as they once again fumble. Giggling to themselves as they try to even their breath and the Doctor just.

"I love you." Spoken in Galifreyen. And of course the reader doesn't understand it. All they can see is the Doctor going all wide eyes. Face flushed as they clear their throat and look away.

"You haven't told me that one. What does that mean?" And when they won't look back the reader places a hand on their shoulder. "Doctor?"

The Doctor doesn't want to admit it. Not yet. Not now. (Oh but they do. Oh how they really do.)

"It's hard to translate into your language but." They clear their throat again. Trailing a hand along the Tardis's railing. "It's a name for a close friend. A saying of sorts." They press their hand to their chest. Over the twin beating hearts. And oh how they are beating. Pounding. Begging them to tell you how they feel.

"Friend of my hearts. One who is close to the hearts." They shrug."Or something close to that." The Doctors breath leaving them when they see you glance away. Brows furrowed as you think. Soft lips moving. Speaking without speaking then.

"I love.. Shit.. I love y..you." A grin so bright it blinded them then. "I love you."

And oh how the Tardis falls away. The Doctor focused on you and only you.

Oh how those words replay. Over and over again.