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Pairing: Dhawan!Master x Companion!Reader
Fandom: Doctor Who
Summary: The Master never thought that you would really run away from him, and when you do, he broke.
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: angst! not proofread!
Part Two of Only When You Look Away
You shouldâve known heâd follow.
The Master didnât let things go. Not victories, not slights, not people. Especially not people who slipped through his fingers.
But it still startled you when the uneven rhythm of his footsteps echoed in the alley, growing closer with each deliberate beat. You stiffened where you sat slumped against the wall, head tipped back against the cold stone.
He didnât call your name.. of course he didnât! That wouldâve been too human, too disgustingly easy. Instead, he spoke like you were prey heâd been circling for hours, savouring the reveal.
âRunning from me, are we?â His voice slashed the quiet.
You didnât look up. âYou seemed pretty busy.â
âOh, donât do that.â His voice was smaller than usual, but just as wild one second and soft the next. âYou disappeared. Thatâs my trick.â His boots thumped closer, closer.
You forced yourself to keep your voice level. âI didnât disappear, I just left. You're the one who didn't notice."
That earned a sharp laugh, hollow and humourless. âPoor little shadow,â he was mocking you. âSulking because she thinks sheâs invisible. Thought I wouldnât care?â
That cut, but you swallowed the sting. âI thought you wouldnât bother. You were too caught up with the Doctor-â
"Don't say her name." The words came rushed and hot. You still refused to look at him, staring at the ground.
For a moment, the Time Lord was still. The silence that followed was almost worse than his voice. You felt it before you saw it: the heat of him, suddenly right behind you, breath brushing your ear.
âYou donât get to presume what I do or donât care about.â
You finally turned, and for a moment, you almost wished you hadnât. He looked feral. Tie loose, hair half-falling into his face, eyes lit like burning coals. But beneath the mania there was something raw and frantic. Like if he blinked, youâd be gone again.
âYou only care about all of this because I left, you with her,â you said quietly. The words shook, but you forced them out. âIf she had stayed, would you have come for me?" The silence was all you needed as an answer. "Exactly."
His jaw twitched. His hands curled like he wanted to strangle the thought itself.
âI wouldn't be so sure,â he whispered.
The softness of it landed harder than any shouted fury. Because you could see it, he meant it. Or he believed he did, and with him, wasnât that the same thing? For once, he didnât have a retort ready. His gaze dragged over your face, searching like the truth might be written on your skin if only he looked long enough. Finally, his lips curled. It wasn't his infamous grin, but in something close to painful grimace.
âYou think I donât see you,â his voice had gone low. âBut I do. Every second of every long day. Youâre always there. The only one who always stays.â
âThen why do I always feel like a shadow when the Doc- sheâs mentioned?â
His breath hitched, the same way it did every time the Doctor's name was spoken, and for the first time you wondered if he hated the Doctor more for rejecting him⌠or for the way you dared to try and name her again.
He didnât answer with words. Instead, his hand shot out, tangling with yours in a grip almost painful. Not gentle, not tender. Desperate. A drowning man clutching the one thing keeping him afloat.
âYou never leave me,â he rasped. Not a plea. A command dressed as confession.
"I wouldn't be so sure," you echoed his empty words from before. The Master slid down onto the ground beside you, brown eyes suddenly searching yours with intent.
For a long while, neither of you moved, the alley seemingly folding in on itself until it felt like there was nothing left of the world beyond the two of you, just the damp bricks pressing into your spine and the uneven thud of his pulse where his hand clamped over yours, and you could feel him shaking, though heâd rather die and never be regenerated than admit it, that tremor that betrayed the mask he wore even when he laughed in the face of death. He stared at you like he was trying to weld you in place with sheer force of will, like if he blinked too long youâd melt back into shadow and be gone again, and it frightened you because you almost believed he could do it.
The silence stretched, then bent until it threatened to snap, and when he finally spoke it wasnât the sharpness of a knife but the splintered edge of something already broken, his words spilling too fast, too uneven, as though heâd been holding them inside for centuries and now they tumbled out without his permission.
âI canât,â his throat caught on the words and he swallowed hard, eyes flicking down as if ashamed of their own treachery.
"Can't what?"
âI canât lose you, not after everything, not after-â He cut himself off, teeth bared like the admission was poison, then lurched forward until his forehead pressed into your shoulder, the hot weight of him trembling against you, all rage burned away into something raw and terribly human. "I never told you what she did to me." You waited, but the Master seemed to reconsider if he should be telling you. "She burned Gallifrey. My family..." Your eyes slowly met his again.
"You have family?"
"Had," His voice was sharp with pain. âYou think I donât notice, you think I donât care unless itâs her, but you donât understand. Do you even know what it does to me, knowing youâd rather vanish than stay in my orbit, knowing youâd rather disappear into nothing than let me keep you?â His voice rose and fell like waves breaking, ragged, furious not at you but at the very idea, and the hand tangled in yours tightened to the point of pain as though your bones themselves were the only tether holding him steady.
You could have told him to let go, you could have reminded him that this wasnât the same as choosing, that desperation wasnât devotion, but before you could speak he drew back just enough to look at you again.
âStay,â he choked, and the word tore out of him like it cost more than blood. âStay, donât make me search the universe again, donât vanish where I canât reach you, donât leave me with her ghost and the drums rattling around my skull while yours is gone too. I can fight her, I can hate her, but I canât-â His voice cracked, his chest heaving with the weight of all the unsaid things, the word canât shuddering into the air again, âI canât lose you as well.â
His hands framed your face now, rough, trembling, unsteady as they dragged you closer, his forehead nearly slamming against yours in his urgency. âPlease,â he whispered, the syllable unravelling him as he said it. âPlease stay. Iâll tear the stars apart if I have to, Iâll burn everything before I let you slip through my fingers again, just- donât go."
For a few moments, you could only stare at him. At the rawness cracking his voice, at the wreck of him pressed so close you could feel every tremor he tried to choke down. Maybe once upon a time you would have laughed at the idea of the Master on his knees in an alley begging someone to stay, but right now there was nothing funny about the way his desperation rang through the air.
His breath hitched as he waited, every muscle strung tight as though he were bracing himself for the final blow, as though your silence alone could unmake him. You realised with a sudden, almost painful clarity that you were holding the fuse to a bomb heâd been building inside himself for lifetimes.
And so you said it, quiet and steady. Just the word itself, small and impossibly sharp.
âOkay.â
The change was instant, like youâd opened a pressure valve, his whole body collapsing forward with a shuddering exhale that sounded half like relief and half like disbelief, as though he couldnât quite fathom youâd given him what he wanted so simply. His grip loosened just enough that you could feel the warmth of his skin instead of the threat of his strength, and for a moment he just stared at you, mouth open, chest heaving, as though youâd spoken a language he hadnât heard in centuries.
âOkay?â he echoed, and the word was so broken, so reverent, that it almost undid you more than his pleading had, like he was tasting it on his tongue, testing the shape of a future he hadnât dared to imagine. His eyes closed and his forehead pressed back against yours, the faintest tremor still running through him, but softer now, no longer wild with fear, only undone by the simple, devastating mercy you had offered.
"I'll stay," you agreed. "But a few things have to change."
"Anything and everything will," his voice echoed in the alley like a promise.
You held his gaze, searching for the inevitable crack, the moment when the mania would flare again and unravel everything, but instead he only nodded once, sharp and certain, as though the promise had already been carved into stone.
For the first time in what felt like forever, the alley was quiet. Not with the silence of absence, but with the silence of something unspoken settling between you. Maybe it wouldnât last, maybe it was doomed before it even began, but for now, you stayed. And so did he.
In a room full of people
I look for you
Would you avoid me
Or would you look for me too?
hi!! i have written part two of my dhawan!master fic 'only when you look away', and it will be posted later todayy promise! thanks for everyone's patience đ
Pairing: Dream of the Endless x Fem!Reader
Summary: Dream visits you in the Waking World, and when you tell him the place you would like to go most, he cannot deny you.
Word Count: 1.3K
Warnings: None (?) slight suggestiveness and spelling errors
"If you could visit anywhere in the world where would it be?"
Dream hummed as he slowed his pace to walk alongside you, black cape billowing behind him. It was one of the rare days where he had the time to visit you in the Waking World, and you decided to spend the whole day out together. After breakfast at a cafĂŠ, where Morpheus had used sand to create money just so you didn't have to pay (you chided that it was illegal, but he just gave you a silent look and walked out of the cafĂŠ while you secretly left a tip on the table and followed him). "I have been everywhere. All the places you can imagine and even the ones you cannot."
"You always speak like a poet," you shook your head in exasperation. The corners of his eyes crinkled just a bit. Regular people wouldn't notice, but you knew that it was his version of a smile.
"Where would you like to go?" Morpheus countered curiously.
You thought for a moment. "I don't know. Maybe someplace I can't imagine." Dream looked down at you with a mysterious twinkle in his eyes. In the Waking World, Morpheus' eyes were a murky shade of blue, but you always preferred his Dreaming eyes more. They had the whole galaxy in them, and were endless... like him.
Your phone pinged in your pocket, and you sighed as you received a message from your boss. "Richard wants me to work another shift tonight." The anthropomorphic personification beside you frowned as he glanced over your shoulder at the device.
"Surely he cannot ask that of you," Morpheus' voice was stoic, but his entire body language had changed. His shoulders slumped slightly, reminding you of an upset cat.
"I still have the whole afternoon with you!" You tried to cheer him up. "It's only a two hour shift, it's short!" The Endless seemed to disagree.
"Two hours you could be spending with me," He argued, causing you to laugh and looped one arm around his to bring him closer.
"You'll survive."
"Barely."
You hummed and turned your face up to him, finding his completely serious. "Come on. You've lived for longer than I can comprehend. Two hours are nothing for you."
"Every second I spend away from you causes an ache to settle deeper within my very bones," Morpheus decreed, his dark eyes searching yours. "Every breath I draw when you aren't near causes the Dreaming to dim and my heart to fall heavy." Your heart stuttered as the Endless continued. You had been told that Dream loved too much, too fast. You had been told that he had suffered and made his lovers suffer with him. You had been told that he gave too much of himself too quickly, and it always hurt him in the end.
You were determined to be the end of it, but he continued to plea. "My love, two hours would mean two hours of suffering for me. Would you bestow this fate upon me?"
His face was a lot closer than you remembered it being. So close that you could see the stars in his eyes, the way that they were in the Dreaming. After a few long seconds, you relented and sighed.
"I'll... tell Richard that I won't be able to work the extra shift." Dream's mouth twitched up in his version of a smile, and the air grew lighter around you as he drew away from you, only for you to cup his cheek and press a light kiss to his nose. "You're lucky I care for you so much, love."
"I am," Morpheus agreed. "More than you know."
You cocked your own small smile as you pulled him along until you reached your apartment. Pushing the lock into the key and giving the door a firm push, you entered the space and allowed Morpheus in behind you. As soon as the door was shut behind you, his hands found your waist from behind you and you felt his head burry into the hollow between your neck and collarbone, hair tickling the side of your face.
"Morpheus," you argued, but any disagreements fell upon deaf ears as you felt a series of soft kiss being pressed into your skin. "It's three in the afternoon."
"I am aware, my love." Dream whispered, not moving.
"And I'm hungry."
"As am I."
You giggled as you pulled away from him, causing him to nearly pout as you took off your shoes and walked towards the kitchen.
"Not that kind of hungry," you chirped, opening the fridge to find lefovers from last night.
"Then let us return to the Dreaming," Morpheus offered, although it was more of a statement. "I am sure Taramis would be grateful to have someone to cook for." Glancing back at the sad looking food in your fridge, you closed the fridge doors and walked slowly back towards him.
Eyes never leaving yours, Dream waved a hand, causing a thick curtain of sand to swirl hypnotically around the two of you until you felt the familiar thrum of the dreaming within you. Opening your eyes, you just saw the sand dissipating and revealing...
"Morpheus..." you trailed off.
In front of you, the afternoon had turned into a brilliant night, with a sky peppered with colourful stars. You were standing on a hill overlooking a multicolour garden of glowing trees and flowers, the incandescent magic swirling in the air and shimmering. Bioluminescent fruits hung enchantingly from the branches that glowed welcomely, illuminating the garden in a way that you truly couldn't imagine.
"Do you... like it?" Morpheus was beside you. While you were captivated by the sight before you, his gaze never left your face, studying your every expression.
"I... Morpheus, it's beautiful!"
"It is," he agreed, his eyes still on you.
You turned to him, eyes blown wide in wonder. "What brought this on? How come you've never taken me here before?" You linked arms with him like you had earlier and began to walk in a slow, tantalising pace through the garden, watching as the terracotta tiles beneath you dimly reflected the shifting colours of the garden around you.
"You said earlier that you wanted to go someplace you could not imagine," he stated simply. "I created this for you. A new piece of the Dreaming." You stopped in your steps in surprise.
"You created all of this?" You asked. "For me?"
"I would create new realms and destroy the old for you," Morpheus stated solemnly. "I would travel to Hell and to the end of time for you. Anything you ask for, you shall receive, my love."
You felt tears gathering at the corner of your eyes, but Dream softly brushed them away before they could fall. "This is the kindest thing anyone has done for me."
If anything, you could say that the Endless was confronted by the statement. "Then I shall spend the rest of my life making that up for you. You deserve to have your own kindness repaid." You laughed, and brushed away the remaining tears with the backs of your hands. "This garden can be ours."
You pondered the idea, and smiled. "Let's not be selfish. The children who are dreaming would absolutely love this place." Morpheus sent you a look of adoration as you continued to take in the garden.
"Yes," he agreed eventually, though he seemed a bit upset that you wouldn't have the garden to yourselves. "The children." You send him a cheeky glance before placing your arms on his broad shoulders and pressing your lips against his warm ones in a short kiss, which he quickly deepened by placing a large hand on your jaw.
The two of you stayed like this, for a while, so close that you could hear each others heartbeats and breathing. When you finally drew away, you placed your head on his chest, close to the heart that he constantly reminded you that you owned.
Surrounded by the enchanted lights, your eyes lifted up to find his. Now in the Dreaming, they were stars again.
"I love you," you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.
Morpheus said the words back as if they were sacred, each syllable striking a chord within you as he drew your face back up to his, letting the two of you be lost in the afterglow.
end
xx dreamtheatre
i am so utterly and irrevocably in love with morpheus
requests are open!!
Hi! Not request really, I just wanted to say your fic "Only When You Look Away" is one of my favorite Doctor Who fics. Ever since you've posted it I keep on going back to reread it. Thank you so much for your amazing work! đ¤Šđ
Aww thank you so much! It makes me so happy and keeps me motivated to see that people enjoy reading my stories. Don't worry everyone, part two for Only When You Look Away is coming soon!!
HIII! i saw ur doing marauders fics and i love ur dr who ones so i was wondering whether you could do a remus x reader? where reader is in love with rem but doesn't think he loves her back so gets into an arranged marriage but he has to win her back before its too late? if that makes sense!
The Bolter
Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader
Summary: Remus was your best friend, but when you finally work up the courage to tell him how you really feel, he doesn't respond and you bolt. However, when your parents set up an arranged marriage for you, Remus if forced to confront how he feels before it's too late.
Word Count: 3.8K
Warnings: None (?) spelling errors?
The Gryffindor common room hummed with the low, sleepy breaths of the castle. A small fire burned in the grate, dying embers painting the room in flickering hues of amber and wine red. Shadows stretched long across the stone floor, pooling beneath armchairs and climbing the walls like ghosts.
You sat curled into your usual seat by the fire, knees drawn to your chest, a blanket draped loosely over your legs. An open book lay forgotten in your lap, something about wandlore and its application in defensive charms, but the words swam uselessly before you, blurred by tired eyes and a weight in your chest that had grown heavier by the week. Or maybe by the year. Outside, the wind howled gently against the stained-glass windows. Inside, the ache was quieter, but no less brutal.
Remus Lupin was sitting on a comfy armchair just a few feet away, leaning back on one hand while the other absently flipped through a tattered copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard. He wasn't even reading it. Just skimming, eyes unfocused, mouth set in that slight, familiar line you'd memorized long ago.
Bored with the book, your eyes narrowed in on him. His hair was soft, rumpled from sleep or the wind or both. A lock had fallen over his brow. There was a tenderness in the line of his jaw, in the way his eyes followed the firelight like he was trying to catch a memory from the flames. He was beautiful, and he didnât know it. Kind in a world that was growing sharper every day. And you had loved him for so long it didnât even feel like a decision anymore. It was just something your heart had done without asking you first.
Still, you were too scared to open your mouth and say something in the fear that he would never see you that way. Not really. He had made it clear before that he considered you one of his closest friends, and you were scared that he wouldn't feel anything more. Especially when there were girls like Mary who flirted with ease, or girls like Lily who glowed with the confidence of being loved. Not when Remus was Remus, gentle and guarded and convinced, in that maddeningly humble way of his, that no one could ever truly love him once they knew the full truth.
The end of Seventh Year was approaching, meaning that everyone would be going their own ways soon. James and Lily wanted to get married as soon as they graduated, if the impending war did not interfere. You still had no idea what to do with your life. Your parents would want you to continue on to tertiary studies to become an influential figure in society, just as they were. Still, you were confused about everything. Being an adult seemed strange, and a part of you wished you could stay at Hogwarts forever.
âWhy are you still up, dove?â Remus' voice was quiet and a little hoarse. You startled slightly and glanced up to find his eyes on you.
âI could ask you the same thing,â you murmured, leaning against the wall. He gave a small shrug, the kind that said sleep is hard these days. And maybe it was. The full moon was a week behind them, and he still looked like it haunted him. The pain hadnât quite worn off.
âCouldnât sleep,â you added vaguely.
âNightmares?â he asked gently.
âNo,â you replied. You.
Remus closed his book and stood slowly, crossing the rug to sit on the floor beside you. He moved like someone afraid to take up space. He was lanky, too tall for his frame, and too careful with every step. His jumper hung loose over his shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing faint old scars that peeked out like ghosts from beneath the wool.
âYouâve been distant,â he stated, voice so soft it barely reached you. He glanced around to make sure no unwanted listeners were near.
You stiffened. âHave I?â
Remus tilted his head slightly, frowning. âNot⌠intentionally. I just... youâre quieter. Even with Lily! And sometimes you look like youâre not with us.â
You blinked, caught off-guard by how much he noticed. Did he really pay that much attention? âIâve just had a lot on my mind.â He nodded once as if he understood. Your breath caught as a rough hand delicately brushed against your jawline, and you silently hoped he couldn't feel how your heart leapt, just whenever he said your name. You hoped he didn't know how your stomach twisted when he smiled at someone else, or how you'd memorized the sound of his laugh and played it over and over again like a favourite record in your head.
You had planned not to say anything. To carry it with you, quietly, like you always had. But something about the way the firelight danced in his eyes, or maybe the way your name had just sounded on his lips, made it impossible to keep holding it in.
âRemus?â
He straightened slightly, the way he always did when he heard his name from you. âYeah?You hesitated, pulse thrumming at the base of her throat. Your hands twisted the edge of the blanket in your lap.
âThereâs something Iâve been meaning to tell you. And I⌠I think if I donât say it now, I never will.â
He frowned faintly, concerned. âWhat is it?â
You looked down, then up again. The words burned at the tip of your tongue.
âI care about you," You tried. Remus' eyes didn't betray a hint of emotion.
"Yeah, dove. I care about you too."
"No, Rem, listen," You swallowed the lump. "I love you.â
The silence that followed was immediate and deafening. The fire crackled once. Somewhere in the corridor, a portrait shifted and muttered to itself. And still, Remus said nothing. His expression didnât change. Not exactly. But something behind his eyes seemed to shudder.
You felt it as if a spell had slammed into your chest. The moment the hope crumbled. âYou donât have to say anything,â you whispered, already trying to smile. âI just needed to⌠to say it. Thatâs all.â
Remus opened his mouth, then closed it again. He looked down at his hands. âYou shouldnât.â
Your chest constricted. âWhat?â
âYou shouldnât love me,â he said, and this time his voice was rough, like gravel. âNot like that.â
You stared at him. The air around them seemed to freeze.
âI didnât mean to hurt you, dove,â he added quickly. âYouâre... one of my best friends. But Iâm not someone people stay in love with. Iâm not safe.â
Your heart broke so quietly it didnât even make a sound. âI understand,â you whispered after a long moment. âDonât worry. You wonât have to hear it again.â You stood then, numb, the warmth of the fire no longer touching her skin.
A part of you hoped Remus would reach out to stop you, but he just watched as you bolted up the stairs towards your dorm.
...
It started with a letter. It was not delivered by owl, but by a family friend in a pressed cloak and stiff expression, handed off to you in the middle of a quiet Sunday afternoon at Hogsmeade.
You turned the envelope over once, then again. Your name was inked in your motherâs careful handwriting. Inside, the parchment smelled faintly of lavender, like it had been tucked away in a drawer with sachets and secrets.
Dearest,
Your father and I have spoken at length about your future. The world is uncertain now, and safety is not something we can afford to take for granted. Weâve been approached by the Greengrasses with an offer for an arrangement we believe is both practical and considerate of your well-beingâŚ
Your hands went cold.
Elias Greengrass is a respectable young man from a reputable family. He graduated from Hogwarts two years ago and has joined the Ministryâs security division. More importantly, he is willing to protect and provide for you, no matter what comes.
You stopped reading as your pulse thundered in your ears. An arranged marriage. The very phrase made your stomach twist. It was something your mother used to joke about in passing at tea - âWeâll just have to marry you off to a charming young wizard before the war eats everyone aliveâ - always followed by laughter, always brushed off like fiction.
Now it wasnât fiction. Now it was real.
A knock came at your door before you could even breathe, and you straightened as Professor McGonagall appeared at the door to your dorm, your mother close behind.
She entered without waiting for an answer, and the Professor closed the door behind. She looked the same way she always did. Regal, unbothered, bearing the calm cruelty of someone who had long ago convinced herself that love was a luxury.
âWeâre not forcing you,â her mother said, though her tone suggested otherwise. âBut this is a rare opportunity. A good match. Heâs kind. Intelligent. He's well-bred.â
âYou're speaking like he's a creature at an auction," You said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I donât even know him."
Your mother tilted her head. âYouâll have time to. And he told me himself. Heâs looking for a partner, not a trophy.â
âWhat if I alreadyâŚâ you paused, unsure why the words stung so much.
Her mother gave her a look, soft but tired. âYou mean the Lupin boy?â Heat rushed to your cheeks. âHeâs not even on the path to employment. Heâs sickly, unstable-â
âRemus is not unstable.â
âAnd he hasnât come for you. Has he?â That silenced you.
Your mother stepped closer, brushing a hand against your cheek the way she used to when you was little. It shouldâve been comforting, but it wasnât.
âI know this isnât what you dreamed of,â she said gently. âBut dreams donât last long in times like these. Elias is willing to fight for you. That has to mean something.â
Much to your discontent, it did mean something that this Elias boy wanted to get to know you and 'fight for you', in your mother's words. Remus hadnât even tried.
The engagement was announced two weeks later in the Daily Prophet. A small, tasteful notice, tucked beneath a headline about another Death Eater raid. Your name was printed beside Elias Greengrass' in looping, ceremonial script. Your hands shook when you saw it. You hadn't told anyone yet, and your parents had went off announcing it to the world. Two pureblood families unioned once more.
The first person to mention it at Hogwarts was Mary. âI didnât even know you were seeing anyone,â she said, mouth agape. âIs it true? An actual arranged marriage? Like, pureblood-girl-meets-war-hero?â You smiled politely and made some vague comment about tradition and family expectations. It felt like lying with your whole face.
Lily, who had pulled you aside after class the next day, hadnât been so casual. âWhy didnât you tell me?â she asked, hurt flickering behind her eyes.
âI didnât want to talk about it,â you sighed, running a hand through your hair. âStill donât.â Lily didnât press further, but her silence said enough.
And RemusâŚ
Remus didnât say anything at all, and it felt like the worst thing that ever happened to you.
James and Sirius had said their parts, all 'fuck-the-pureblood-tradition', and Peter, Marlene, and Dorcas had all congratulated you. Still, Remus didnât come to you. Didnât write. Didnât knock on your door. He passed you in the corridors, his gaze unreadable, his expression neutral.
Meanwhile, your fiancĂŠ was everything he promised to be.
Elias Greengrass was polite and dutiful. He wrote three times a week. Perfect, long letters about training and the future and the Ministryâs plans to protect young wizarding families. He signed every note with 'yours', and you hated how kind he was. It made everything worse.
Elias wasnât cruel. He wasnât selfish. He just⌠wasnât Remus. And it still hurt that Remus had let you go.
You clutched another one of Elias' letters in your hands, which felt cold. Maybe this was all you had left.
...
Remus told himself he didnât care.
It was easier that way. Easier to focus on NEWT prep and full moons and patrol shifts with James than to think about your hands in someone elseâs. Her laugh in another manâs home. Your eyes, that once looked at him like he mattered, softening for someone with a stronger name and a brighter future.
Worst of all, it was his own fault. He'd watched you walk away and hadnât said a thing. Had sat there like a coward while you poured your heart out and then gently shoved it back into your chest, cracked and bleeding.
And now you were engaged. Engaged. He couldnât even say the word aloud. The Prophet announcement had hit him like a brick to the ribs. Not that he told anyone. Heâd stared at your name in print and then turned on his heel and walked away like it hadnât cleaved him clean down the middle.
Sirius had tried.
âYouâre really not going to talk to her?â he asked that night, legs flung over the arm of the couch in the Gryffindor common room, watching Remus with a look that bordered on worry.
âWhat would be the point?â Remus muttered, flipping a page of his textbook without reading a word.
âI donât know, mate. Maybe to say âcongrats on ruining both your lives.ââ Remus didnât even blink, and Sirius groaned loudly. âYouâre such a bloody idiot.â
âThanks.â
âNo, I mean it.â He swung upright and tossed a cushion at Remusâ chest. âYouâre the cleverest person I know. You couldâve said anything, and instead you gave her a rejection monologue like you were some tragic Victorian poet. You pulled a bloody Darcy and froze.â
Remus set the book down. âVictorian poetry is good. And I didn't know you read.â
Sirius crossed his arms and huffed. âTell me, whatâs more complicated than letting the person you love walk into a marriage she didnât choose?â
âShe did choose it.â
Sirius barked a bitter laugh. âNo, mate. She settled for it.â
Remus looked away, jaw tight. âI told her not to love me.â
âYou donât get to decide that. You donât get to tell someone not to love you and then act shocked when they donât wait around to be hurt by you.â
The words hit hard because they were true. And because they sounded too much like what Remus told himself every night before sleep finally, finally claimed him. That he didnât deserve you. That he wasnât safe. That if you knew everything - how the full moon really felt, what the scars looked like beneath the charm work, how every inch of him was made of shame and grief and fear - you'd leave anyway. So maybe this way, he told himself, it was better.
After all, you chose someone who could promise you a life and a future that wasnât marked by pain and clawed flesh and whispered rumors.
He stopped eating dinner in the Hall, stopped answering half the questions in class. Even James, who normally let him brood, started to hover, concern knitting his brows every time Remus came back from the library at 3 a.m, pale and twitchy. Heâd grown sharper. Quieter. The ache in his chest a constant, gnawing thing. The moon loomed closer each night, but for once, it wasnât the thing he feared most. What he feared was losing you. Fully. Completely. Watching your life unfold without him in it.
That night, Remus sat in the Astronomy Tower alone, legs dangling over the stone edge, eyes fixed on the stars.
He thought about your first conversation in First Year. You'd been reading upside down on a bench, hair tied in three different knots and a smudge of ink on your nose. Heâd sat beside you because you didnât ask questions. You just looked at him and smiled.
He thought about the way your voice cracked when you said, âI love you.â How you'd stood there trembling and brave, and how he, being coward that he was, had crushed her with silence.
He thought about a life without you, and for the first time, the idea made him sick.
âAre you going to the wedding?â Peter asked over breakfast a few mornings later.
Remus blinked. âWhat?â
Peter, halfway through a scone, looked mildly confused. âThe wedding? McGonagall mentioned it at the staff table. I think theyâre letting her finish school early. Her family wants the ceremony before summer starts.â Remus stared at him, numb.
James set down his pumpkin juice. âYou okay, Moony?â
Remus was already on his feet.
Because suddenly, it wasnât about what he deserved. It wasnât about shame or fear or scars.
It was about you. And if he didnât fight for you now, he would lose you forever.
...
It wasn't a downpour, but the raindrops felt slow and sorrowful. The sky hung low over the castle, a curtain of grey that matched the heaviness in your chest. Each step on the gravel path felt deliberate, a beat in the funeral march of your heart. You were headed toward the quiet warmth of an expensive dinner you didnât ask for, with a man you barely know, wearing a smile you stitched together like a wound poorly bandaged.
Your cloak clinged to your shoulders as you ponder your fate. Elias was kind and faithful. He didn't have the dark mark, nor did he preach blood supremacy like he lived for it. In that way, he was a good man. Your parents certainly could have done way worse than this.
Suddenly, he emerged from the mist as if summoned by your heartbeat, his figure carved from damp stone and stormlight. Remus was standing there with rain dripping from the ends of his hair, face pale and drawn, like the ghost of the boy you loved.
And suddenly, the ground didn't feel solid anymore. There are no words at first. You had imagined this moment once. A hundred times, even, but not like this. Not with him looking at you as if heâs seeing you for the first time and the last all at once.
You wondered if the rain is hiding his tears. Or if he was simply past the point of crying. You couldn't tell. His eyes were hollowed out like someone whoâs been awake for countless nights.
The silence grew sharp around you, edged like broken glass, before Remus decided to speak.
"Please don't go see him," his voice sounded small.
"You don't get to choose that." You retorted, but everything seemed to drown out in the sound of the rain and your heart beating in your chest.
âI know! I justâŚâ He stepped closer, as if proximity could mend what heâs broken. âI have to say something before itâs too late.â
âYouâre months too late.â
âNo. I was a coward. I didnât say it then, but I... I have to say it now.â
You shake your head, rain dripping from your lashes. âSay what, Remus? That you changed your mind?â
He swallows. âThat I love you.â
For a second, the only sound is the rain tapping against the cobblestones, and the ragged rhythm of your heart cracking open again.
âNo.â Your voice was hoarse. âYou donât get to say that to me now.â
âI mean it.â Remus pleaded.
âWhere was this-â Your voice broke. âWhere was this when I was begging you to care? When I stood in front of you and gave you every part of me, and all you said was Iâm sorry? You're bloody selfish, Rem.â
His expression shattered. âI didnât think I was enough,â he whispers. âI thought you'd be safer without me. That you deserved someone better.â You scoffed, but he continued. âYou were the only thing I ever wanted. When I saw that Prophet announcement I felt like I fell through ice.â
"Well, you came back alive, didn't you?" You blinked through the blur of tears and rain. âI tried to stop loving you, Remus, Merlin, every time I thought about you my life flashed before my eyes."
âI know,â he said desperately. âAnd I let you go. But I... I canât stand the thought of you marrying him. Not when I know you donât love him.â
âYou donât know anything,â you snapped, but your voice wavered. You were shaking, but not from the cold.
âI know you still wear the bracelet I gave you,â he said softly. âEven when you think no one notices.â You glanced down, and sure enough, the woven threads are faded, nearly threadbare. You had forgotten it was still there. âI know,â he adds, âthat every time I walk away, I wish Iâd turned around.â
He stepped forward tentatively. âIâm so sorry.â
You let the silence stretch between you, throbbing like a bruise.
âIâm not forgiving you, Rem.â you whispered, voice low and shaking. âNot yet.â
âI donât need you to.â His eyes shone. âI just need you to know that Iâll wait, dove. For however long it takes.â
You glanced to the darkened tiles before your eyes rose to meet the boy who flinched from love because he thought it was a weapon. The boy who let silence answer for him because shame spoke louder. The boy who finally came back.
And you, the girl who always ran, you stayed.
âIâm not going to marry Elias,â you whisper.
Relief crashes over Remus' face like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. âYou still love me?â he asks, barely audible, almost insecure.
Instead of answering, you closed the distance and placed a tentative kiss on his cheek. You swore you could feel his muscles tensing from your touch, but eventually he relaxed and a soft hand rested on your waist.
The kiss that followed wasn't sweet or gentle, but raw and desperate. A stitched-up wound that dared to be opened again. It tasted like rain and ruin and the faintest edge of redemption. When it ends, youâre both breathing like you had survived something... and maybe you had.
Rain still clung to your lashes, but the storm inside you had quieted. In his arms, time unraveled, looping through every bruise and every beautiful mistake that brought you to finally be with him.
"Rem?"
"Yes, dove?"
"Can we go back to the dorms?" You asked almost sheepishly. "It's freezing out here." With a quiet laugh, Remus took out his wand and summoned an umbrella from Merlin-knows-where, holding it over the both of you and wrapping his free arm around your shoulders, letting you lean on him as the two of you walked back towards the Castle.
Yes more dhawan!master x readerđ so like imagine it's like the master and reader are obviously in love but he's so much more focused on getting the doctors attention to even realize his love for reader. Reader notices this but still stays cause to them he's the most spectacular man they've ever seen and he just doesn't see them</33 (could be a fully angst one or have a fluffy ending up to you honestly đ)
a/n i got u omg (update: part two maybe coming?)
Only When You Look Away
Pairing: Dhawan!Master x Companion!Reader
Summary: You'd followed the Master through time, but no matter how close you stood, his never really saw you. Not when he was chasing the Doctor
Word Count: 904
Warnings: Heavy angst (brace yourself)... other than that nothing else!
You knew he was thinking about her again.
The way his fingers tapped in erratic Morse against his thigh. The sharp glint in his eyes. The way his mouth twitched like he was halfway between a grin and a snarl.
It was always the Doctor.
You couldâve been having a heart attack beside him and (maybe you had been, quietly, for months now) and he wouldnât have noticed unless you screamed her name instead of his.
And yet, still, you stayed.
The Master had always been brilliant. Unhinged, electric, impossible... but brilliant. And to you, that brilliance outshone the stars. He was a break from the mundane life you'd led before. Since he whisked you away, youâd followed him across lifetimes, across broken timelines and scorched civilizations. Youâd seen the madness at its worst, and the softness he never meant to show. Youâd helped him stitch together weapons, plans, traps, delusions. Watched his hands tremble after battles. Watched his heart tremble, silently, whenever she was mentioned.
And you'd been by his side through it all.
Just⌠never in his sights.
Not really.
Youâd been with him for years, but the first time it cracked, really cracked, was on a rusted space freighter orbiting a dead star. You had just barely escaped with your life after setting the charges yourself, dragging your half-burned coat behind you as you limped back to his TARDIS, bleeding from your shoulder.
Youâd expected some kind of reaction. Gratitude, maybe. A half-smile. A joke. A sliver of attention.
But instead, the Master stood at the console, utterly still, a bloodied message in his hands.
Not yours. Not even close.
The handwriting on the crumpled paper was painfully familiar.
âFrom her,â he whispered, like a prayer. âShe left this.â
He didnât even look up.
Not when you coughed, not when your legs gave out, not when you finally sank to the floor, body shaking from blood loss.
He only noticed you when you muttered, âSheâs not here, Master.â
He turned to you slowly, as if emerging from a dream.
âShe was.â
And that was the only thing he said before walking past you.
After that, it became easier to spot the patterns.
You were the tether. The anchor. The one who kept things running, who made sure he didnât starve or detonate himself by accident or forget to sleep. You were the one he trusted to set the coordinates, fix his suit when it tore, clean the scorch marks off his gloves. You were the one he allowed to stay.
But you were never the one he chased. That was always the Doctor. Always her.
One night... or morning, or whatever time meant inside the TARDIS, you finally spoke it aloud.
âSheâs never going to love you back.â
The words came quieter than you expected. It was cruel, you knew it, but he didnât react at first. Just turned a page in his notebook, eyes unreadable.
âI don't know what you're referring to." The Time Lord muttered underneath his breath, and you swallowed visibly before continuing.
"You know."
"And what do you know about love?â
âEnough to know when itâs killing someone.â You answered, not thinking before you spoke. That made him pause. Just for a second. But when he spoke again, his voice was cool.
âYou don't get to talk to me about love, darling,â he said. âNot when you confuse devotion with it.â
And that should have absolutely shattered you. But you didnât let it. You only looked at him. Really looked. The way his hands curled into fists. The way his eyes flicked back to the notebook, though they didnât read it. The way he refused to meet your gaze.
âYou donât see me,â you said, so quietly it barely reached him. âNot really.â
âI see everything,â he snapped, finally looking at you, and for a second, you thought maybe, maybe... But no. His eyes were empty of recognition. Of understanding. Of you.
âThen why do I feel like a shadow every time sheâs mentioned?â you asked, stepping forward.
He didnât answer, so you turned on your heel and left the room, shutting sliding door behind you and running until you reached the furthest point in the TARDIS you could think off, sliding down against the wall and taking out your anger on the world around you.
Days passed. Maybe weeks... but the two of you barely spoke. Then there a planet. A trap. The Doctor was screaming in pain somewhere nearby.
Of course heâd gone straight to her.
You watched from a rooftop as he cornered her, brilliant and wild, coat whipping behind him like a dark comet. His voice rang out like thunder, accusations layered over madness, desperation just beneath the rage. He needed her to see him. To understand. To choose him... or at least acknowledge the storm he had become.
And she looked at him with pity. With that same look she always gave him. The look that said you used to be better.
And you watched the moment he broke. Nothing big... no, that wouldâve been too dramatic for the Doctor. Just the tiniest tremor. A barely-there falter in his voice, in his posture. The Master prided himself in the way he could keep himself together.
The Doctor turned to leave a few moments later. Back towards her TARDIS and her own companion. But when the Master turned around, you were already gone.
end
... or is it? should i do a part 2? comment or jump in my requests if you want one!
xx dreamtheatre
requests are open!!
Okay so you know the episode "Mummy on the Orient express" ? So imagine if the reader is in there with the Doctor (Clara can be there or not, don't really care either way) and after they know that the Mummy kills people the Mummy gets the reader. The reader dies. Would you write that?
a/n yess i am so ready to feed y'all some angst đŤ i've been so inactive recently but i'm ready to get back to writing!!
Seconds Away
Pairing: 12th Doctor x Companion!Reader
Summary: You had travelled with the Doctor for what felt like ages, and boarding a train travelling through space wasn't a journey that seemed out of the ordinary. However, when you start to see a figure flickering in the corner of your vision, you begin to fear for the worst.
Word Count: 1.8K
Warnings: Heavy angst, hurt no comfort (I MEAN NO COMFORT), descriptions of injury
Youâd seen a lot of strange things since the Doctor pulled you aboard the TARDIS. Planets with red oceans that glimmered as it reflected the azure glow of the blue twin suns, trees so tall that they rose beyond the clouds, and countless alien species that ranged from beavers that sang opera to shapeshifting fish.
However, one thing you hadn't seen yet was The Orient Express... in space.
You clutched the stem of a champagne glass and stared at the opulence around you. The train was regal, with gilded walls, crystalline chandeliers, and servers in pressed uniforms strutting past. Queen's Don't Stop Me Now played quietly in the background, and you sighed as you watched the passing stars and planets from the carriage window. There was a small red star in the distance that you kept your eye on as the train zoomed past. Your thoughts drifted back to one of the Doctor's rants, and you thought vaguely about how stars being red meant that they would collapse in on themselves and die, forming a nebula or a supernova.
On the thought of the Time Lord, you stole a glance at the other end of the carriage, where The Doctor was chatting to a professor about "mythology crossovers and psychic echoes", whatever that meant.
He hadn't looked your way in a while.
It felt like you were just tagging along this time. Still, the stars outside the window were breathtaking.
Then the lights flickered.
You turned, and thatâs when you saw it.
A figure. Shrouded in ancient bandages, skin leathery and dried, eyes impossibly hollow. It was clear what it was - you had learnt about these in school. A Mummy, and it was real, walking straight toward the old woman across from you.
âCan you see that?â you whispered to no one in particular. You glanced over to the Doctor, who was still talking to that professor, not sparing a glance.
As the mummy neared her, the woman gasped, clutching her chest, and you backed away, reaching for the Doctor as your eyes widened in horror. Is she dying? You asked yourself painfully, knowing that there was nothing you could do for her.
The Doctor turned around when he heard the thud of the woman falling to the ground, and reached to push you behind him as he ran across the carriage to her. It didn't take a genius Time Lord to figure out the woman was dead.
You swallowed visibly as the Doctor turned around, eyes narrowing at the passengers which started to surround them, chatting under their breaths about the old woman's sudden collapse. The Captain appeared, ushering them away as the Doctor returned to you. Your eyes searched the carriage frantically, but the Mummy had disappeared. Were you hallucinating?
"Are you alright?" He asked gruffly, immediately becoming more alert when danger appeared.
"For now," you frowned. "But did you see it?"
"See what?" The Doctor's attack eyebrows raised.
"The Mummy. The one that touched her." You answered, and the Doctor shook his head, deep in thought.
"We should get back to the TARDIS," He sighed after a while. "If you really saw a Mummy and no one else did, it's not a good sign."
"We're not leaving until we find out what's going on," You argued, appalled by the Doctor's sudden statement. "We can't leave these people alone."
"But what if it's targeting you?" The Doctor reasoned. "You can see it and no one else can. I can't let you..." The Time Lord swallowed, glancing anywhere but at your face. "I can't let something happen to you. I've lost too much." You softened at his words. The Doctor was never vulnerable towards anyone.
"Nothing will happen to me, Doctor." You said solemnly. "I promise." The Doctor shook his head, but when his tired eyes met your hopeful ones, he cracked.
"Fine," He relented, "but after this I take you someplace safe. No more death and destruction."
"You keep saying that," You giggled.
"I know a place," he mused. "An unnamed moon that orbits a sun. No inhabitants or noise. Just us."
"Just us," You grinned. "Sounds nice." The Time Lord's mouth twitched upwards in a smile that only you caught.
...
"We've figured out the pattern," the Doctor said, urgency in every syllable. His graying hair was wild, and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you listened along with the other passengers to every word. "The Foretold, the Mummy, gives its victim 66 seconds. Itâs invisible to everyone else. But when your time is up, itâs up.â
You stood beside him in the narrow lab of the train, trying to ignore the way your hands shook.
"So... no way to run? No way to fight back?" You asked.
"I'm working on it."
You gave a thin laugh. "Thatâs comforting."
He looked at you then. Really looked. The sharpness in his gaze softened, just for a second. "You don't have to be here. You have the TARDIS key."
"Too late now," you said, managing a half-smile. "I'm already here."
"Go to sleep," The Doctor whispered, seeing the dark bags under your eyes. "I'll see you in the morning."
...
It happened when you were alone. Of course it did.
One moment, you were walking back to your quarters. The nextâice crawled up your spine. A shift in the air.
And then you saw it.
The Mummy.
It was real. Real in a way that your brain couldn't fully process. Every instinct screamed at you to run, but you knew what that meant. The Doctor said running didn't matter.
Your breath hitched, eyes widening as it approached you, an arm reached out as browning bandages dragged across the carpeted floor, staining it with dirt and soot. You tried to scream, but every word stuck in your throat.
The lights flickered.
Somewhere in your mind, a countdown began.
66.
You tried to scream for the Doctor, but nothing came out. Backing towards the door, you pleaded desperately through your thoughts.
57.
No answer. The Mummy moved closer, its feet scraping against the floor like dry leaves, echoing horrifyingly throughout the carriage in a sound that reminded you of nails on a chalkboard.
49.
Your back hit the wall. No escape. The corridor twisted and warped around you as the world began to collapse. You felt starved for air.
42.
You remembered his voice. âIf you see it... itâs already chosen you.â
38.
Your knees buckled.
31.
A voice crackled over your communicator. The communicator that was in your necklace, gifted to you by the Doctor. "Are you there?" The Doctor's voice was frantic.
26.
âI see it,â you whispered, your voice finally escaping. âDoctor, I see it.â
21.
He was yelling something now. You couldnât make out the words as you fingers lost control and the necklace fell back onto your chest.
15.
You looked into the eyes of the Mummy. It stopped. just a breath away.
10.
There was something in its expression.
Not malice.
Just inevitability.
5.
You eyelids suddenly felt heavy as you shut your eyes. Breathing was too much effort.
3.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, hoping your voice would reach the communicator. "Doctor, please. I'm scared."
1.
...
When the Doctor arrived, it was too late. Your body was crumpled on the floor. Eyes wide. Still. Like the others.
He didnât say anything at first, kneeling beside you and checking hopelessly for a pulse, knowing he wouldn't find anything.
He should've took you back to the TARDIS when he had the chance. He should've let the Mummy murder everyone on the train. Anything to keep you safe. No one in the universe was more important to him than you were.
The Doctor's hand hovered over your face before curling into a fist, falling back down beside him. He couldn't touch you. Not after what he had caused.
âYou said you were scared,â he whispered, searching your glassy eyes for anything. âYou didnât have to be. I was always going to come for you.â
The Time Lord looked up at the stars beyond the glass and hated how peaceful they looked. He hated the universe for taking you away from him. You didn't deserve to die. It was a painful reminder of what travelling with him meant, and that every companion left in the end.
"I'm sorry," The Doctor's voice trembled. First Rose, then Martha, then Donna, Amy and Rory, and you. Every one left him. But somehow losing you was the worst thing that had happened to him. If a Dalek appeared in the carriage beside him, he wouldn't care if he was shot and died. Maybe he would see you again.
The Doctor felt torn. He could stay here with you or go back to the TARDIS and break the laws of time to bring you back to him. He would do it, he should do it, but he felt he would only hurt you more in the end.
He laid down on the carpeted carriage floor beside you, ignoring the faint tickle from the fuzzy ground. He felt like he could lay there forever, watching the stars fly past until he disintegrated into dust, returning to the universe.
"I should've protected you."
...
The planet was quiet.
A small, unnamed moon orbiting a sun. No people. No noise. Just wind and stars. The Doctor said youâd like it before taking you aboard that train.
He stood alone, dark coat billowing gently, staring down at the grave heâd built himself. No ceremony. No fanfare. Just a marker of pale stone. Simple. Clean. Yours.
Heâd carved the words by hand, in Circular Gallifreyan. Your name beside his.
He didnât speak for a long time. Just stood there, hands in his pockets, lips pressed in a tight line.
âI shouldâve saved you.â
His voice was low. Raspy.
âI was seconds away. Iâve gotten there with less time. Less warning. But this timeâŚâ
He looked up at the sky. At the tiny, cold sun that still tried to shine.
âYou werenât supposed to die in a hallway. You were supposed to live forever. At least longer than me.â
His hand reached into his coat pocket. He pulled something outâsmall, metallic, glinting faintly in the dim light.
The necklace .
Yours.
The communicator was imbedded in the clock pendant. "Time Lord," You had joked. "Now I keep time with me."
The Doctor laid it down on the ground. âIâll keep the memory,â he swallowed. âYou keep the time.â
The TARDIS was too quiet without you. The halls still echoed with your footsteps, your laugh, your questions that he never got around to answering.
He sat on the edge of the console platform, shoulders hunched, fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the railing.
The TARDIS hummed softly. Mournfully.
âI didnât know how much I liked having you here,â he murmured.
Your coat was still hanging near the door. He hadnât touched it. Couldnât.
âYou asked me, once, if I ever regretted bringing someone along.â He tilted his head, eyes distant. âI gave you a clever answer. Some metaphor about stardust and risk. But truth isâI donât regret bringing you.â
He looked up at the rotor. The engine pulsed blue.
Silence.
A beat.
Then, softly, the TARDIS adjusted course. No destination set. Just moving. Drifting.
He let it take him. He didnât care where. He opened the TARDIS doors, gazing out into space until his eyes fixed on a red star in the distance. He once told you that red stars were on the verge of collapsing in on themselves and forming either a supernova or a nebula. He didn't know if you had been listening, but a part of him knew that if you were still here you would notice the red star too.
There were too many stars tonight, and not enough people to see them.
Hii! Could you write angst to fluff for the 12th Doctor where the reader sees him not liking hugs and tauching from others so they assume it must be the same for them but turns out they are an exeption?
Have a nice day!
yess love this sm!
You're Just Too Good To Be True
Pairing: Twelfth Doctor x Companion!Fem!Reader
Summary: The Doctor never seemed to like your hugs, so you stopped trying to even go near him. However, after he takes you and Clara on an adventure to a planet where civil war breaks out and you are ultimately separated, you see a new side of the Doctor that you had never seen before.
Word Count: 1.5K
Warnings: slight angst, mild descriptions of injury, not proofread
Youâve always noticed the way the Doctor avoids contact with anyone. Even when he was with Clara, who had been with him for much longer than you had, he seemed repulsed by physical contact whatsoever.
It was a particularly bad thing for you because you, for one, loved physical touch. It was your love language, after all. You had been bold with him just once. After a particularly terrifying adventure, you had hugged Clara in shock and relief. Clara, being the amazing, wonderful Clara, hugged you back happily. Then you moved on to hug the Doctor.
When your arms wrapped around him suddenly, you could feel the muscles underneath you tense up as if someone had slapped him. There was no movement at all, only the slight rise and fall of his chest. And that was because he was breathing.
You thought you felt his hand twitch upwards slightly, just brushing the small of your back, you immediately let go, shame and embarrassment washing over you. Before the Doctor or Clara could say anything, you pushed open the TARDIS door and ran to your room, hoping to hide in there for as long as possible.
After that incident, you hadn't even come close to touching the Doctor. Clara was always there to loop arms with or hug, when necessary, but at the risk of sounding selfish, one person was not enough. Even if that one person was Clara.
So, slowly, you became more and more withdrawn from the duo until you found yourself confined in your room on most days, only coming out when the Doctor was taking you out on adventures. It was making things worse for you. It was as if your body physically ached... it was petty. You wished you could get over it, but you just couldn't seem to.
Eventually, the Doctor got concerned about you. He asked Clara, but she just death stared him and told him that "he knew what he did wrong". But he didn't! He really didn't! Was this your way of telling him you wanted to go home?
Something about that thought made the Doctor's two hearts begin to beat just a little bit quicker and a cold sweat break across his body. You couldn't want to leave, could you?
He decided eventually that he had to take you on an adventure so amazing, so awe-inspiring, and so unforgettable that you'd be back to your usual self again. So, he took you and Clara to the most stunning and technologically advanced planet he could remember. It was filled with music, which the Doctor knew was something you enjoyed. Slowly, he let himself smile when he saw you waltzing around with Clara, exploring the musical world.
Unknown, or perhaps forgotten to him, The Doctor's eyes widened as the first bomb shook the floor. He could hear thousands of voices cry out at once in fear and worry - yours being one of them.
The Doctor's mind suddenly cleared and became a melting puddle at the same time. He remembered the civil war that was breaking out on the planet at the exact time frame when he had dropped you all off, and he felt his thoughts becoming more and more frantic because through the smoke, he couldn't see you.
In the chaos, you were separated.
Clara screamed your name as the smoke swallowed you up, but the Doctor grabbed her arm, pulling her behind cover as laser fire erupted around them. His mind was racing. He couldnât lose you. Not like this. He should've never brought you here.
âWeâll find her!â he exclaimed, more to himself than Clara, as he scanned the area with his sonic screwdriver. âWeâll find her!â
But the minutes turned into hours, and the hours into an agonizing day. The Doctor didnât stop searching, feeling like he had run a marathon across every inch of the planet to no avail. Even as Clara urged him to rest, his mind reeled with possibilities, each one worse than the last.
Had you been captured by one of the sides and kept a political prisoner? Are they torturing you for information you don't even have?Maybe you weren't even being kept a prisoner anywhere. Maybe you had-
The thought sent a severe chill through him as he squeezed his eyes shut. No. That wasn't an option. If you were gone, he was willing to break the laws of the universe to travel back in time and intervene. He didn't know why, but he would.
The more days that passed in rapid succession, the more the Doctor felt himself beginning to lose his head. His mind was fractured. His heart was beating too fast and not beating at all at the same time, and his head was constantly in his hands as he paced around the area.
Finally, the Doctor took Clara's advice and visited a hostel on the side of a street far away from the main cities. He booked two rooms, one for each of them, and nearly collapsed as he tried to stick the key into the keyhole. The key just wouldn't go in.
Eventually, the Doctor gave up and took out his screwdriver, sighing in relief as the door swung open to reveal-
âDoctor?â you whispered, sitting up from your bed. Your clothes torn, and you sported a deep-ish gash on your forehead. Relief and exhaustion warred in your expression as you caught sight of him, and before you could think, you ran toward him.
However, he who met you halfway, his long coat billowing behind him as he closed the distance. Without hesitation, you threw yourself into his arms, too overwhelmed to care about his usual aversion to touch.
For a moment, he stood frozen, his arms awkwardly hovering around you. But then, slowly, they came down, wrapping around you tightly. You felt his fingers curl into the fabric of your jacket as if anchoring himself to you, and a shudder ran through him.
âYouâre alright,â he muttered, his voice low and strained. âYouâre alright.â
âI'm fine!" You exclaimed. âI thoughtââ
âDonât,â he interrupted, his tone sharp but trembling. âDonât say it. Youâre here. Thatâs all that matters.â The Doctor finally pulled back just enough to inspect you. His hands cupped your face, his eyes scanning your features with an intensity that made your heart ache.
âYouâre hurt,â he said, his voice gruff but gentle, and his eyes scanning the gash on your forehead.
âItâs nothing,â you replied, tears pricking at your eyes. âI justâDoctor, I was so scared.â
His expression softened, and for once, he didnât pull away. âSo was I,â he admitted quietly, and the vulnerability in his voice so foreign that it nearly caused the dam preventing the tears from streaming down your face to crumble.
You hesitated, searching his face. âI thought you didnât like this,â you said, gesturing faintly to the way his hands still cradled your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks.
He frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. âLike what?â
âThe... the touching. Hugs. Any of it. I thought I was making you uncomfortable.â
His frown deepened as he shook his head. âYou think thatâs why youâve been pulling away? Because you thought I didnâtââ He cut himself off, exhaling sharply. âNo. Youâve got it all wrong.â
âDo I?â you asked, your voice trembling. âBecause it sure seemed likeââ
"I thought you were uncomfortable." The Doctor admitted, eyes darting away from yours.
"Doctor..." You muttered. "But you don't hug anyone-"
âYouâre different,â he interrupted, his voice firm. âDo you hear me? Youâre different. Itâs not the same with you.â
You stared at him, his words sinking in slowly. âDifferent⌠how?â
The Doctor looked away briefly, as if the words were too much to say while meeting your eyes. âBecause you matter,â he said finally, his voice low but resolute. âMore than you know.â
"I-"
âIâm saying,â he interrupted again, his sarcasm suddenly returning and his voice suddenly gruff as if to mask his own vulnerability, âthat if you wanted toâoh, I donât knowâhug me again, I wouldnât⌠entirely hate it.â
A small laugh escaped you, light and disbelieving. âYou wouldnât⌠entirely hate it?â
He looked up at you, his lips twitching into the faintest of smiles. âDonât make me say it twice.â The Time-Lord whispered.
That was all the permission you needed. You stepped forward, hesitating only for a moment before wrapping your arms around him. For a split second, he tensedâan instinct, perhapsâbut then his arms came around you, his embrace awkward but warm.
You felt the tension in your chest begin to dissolve as he held you, his grip tightening slightly as if he were afraid you might vanish if he let go.
âBetter?â he murmured after a moment, his voice soft and almost teasing.
You pulled back just enough to look up at him, your smile genuine for the first time in weeks. âMuch better.â
And for the first time, the Doctor allowed himself to relax, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a small but genuine smile of his own.
âGood,â he said simply, and though his voice was as gruff as ever, there was a warmth in his eyes that made your heart flutter.
From the radio beside your hostel bed, a song you both recognised as one from Earth began to play, and you smiled widely when the Doctor offered a hand.
"A dance?" The Doctor asked, one attack-eyebrow twitching upwards as he smirked.
"Who are you and what have you done with my Doctor?" You asked mockingly, but you accepted his hand anyway and beamed when the two of you started to spin around the hostel room.
"You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
You'd be like Heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much..."
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Pairing: Hunter (TBB) x Jedi!Fem!Reader
Summary: After Hunter's chip is removed, he realises what he has done to you.
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings: angst, descriptions of injury, not proofread sorry
Were you dead? Honestly, you couldnât tell. There was a long, long moment where you couldnât feel anything⌠you couldnât see, you couldnât smell - all your senses had disappeared. You didnât know how long you had been stuck in the void, it could have been forever or just a few moments, but it felt as if you had never been anywhere else.
The first thing you felt when everything started to clear was the weight of someoneâs hand in yours. There was the muffled sound of some sort of machine beeping periodically, and someone talking. It was all hard to work out, though. The constant throbbing of your wounds and the sound of your irregular heartbeat took over everything else.
Instinctively, you squeezed whoeverâs hand was in yours, and you swore you could hear a sharp intake of breath over everything else. Your eyes wouldnât open, so you attempted to delve into the force, ignoring how much it drained your energy to figure out who it was.
âWhoâs there?â
Again, you could hear whoever it was speaking to you, but it was all muffled, so you tried to ask through the force again, feeling yourself drifting off into the void again, but you managed to hear their answer before leaving.
âTalk to me through your thoughts⌠I can hear you.â
ââŚMeshâla?â
âHunter?â
Before she could say anything else, the darkness caught up to her, and she was thrust back into the void.
Third Person POV, Two Weeks Prior
When Hunter had woken up, he groaned at the feeling of bruises all across his body. He felt the familiar texture of the slightly hard mattress of his bunk beneath him, and let out a breath he hadnât realised he had been holding as he groggily opened his eyes. There was a slight aching in the side of his temple, but other than that he didnât feel that bad. Something wasnât fitting right in his heart, though.
âAh, youâre awake.â The familiar voice of Tech reached Hunter, who sat up slowly on the bed. âHow are you feeling?â
âNot too bad,â Hunter shrugged as he lifted an arm in an attempt to figure out what exactly the weird feeling was in his chest. It was some sort of dull ache, but even as he slowly rubbed at the area through his blacks, he couldnât seem to make it go away. âWhat happened?â
Tech stopped suddenly as he turned around to face him. âYou donât⌠remember?â
âRemember what?â Hunter narrowed his eyes as he dropped his hand and glanced at Echo, Wrecker, and Crosshair, who entered the smaller room all at once. Echo raised an eyebrow, Wrecker crossed his arms, and Crosshair looked snidely in his direction. Hunter frowned. Did he do something? Deciding to change the topic, he coughed to clear his throat. âWhereâs Omega?â
The rest of the Batch glanced around, seeming to want to look anywhere but at Hunter. Eventually, Crosshair shook his head in exasperation as he looked Hunter up and down. âSheâs with her.â The sharpshooter said in an almost accusing manner. âDiâkut.â
âWith her?â Hunter repeated, raising an eyebrow in confusion. âWith who? Wh-â All of a sudden Hunter felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over his head as his blood turned cold with realisation. The pain in his chest suddenly burned a thousand times more than it was, and he felt as if his airway was being constricted as his lungs began to starve for air. Everything around him started to blur, including his brothers and the sound of one of their concerned voices as he pushed himself up from his bunk, ignoring the othersâ protests as he stumbled his way down the corridor. He heard his brothers telling him to stop, but he couldnât. His legs were moving on their own to reach you as fast as he could.
When he finally skidded into the med-bay, his heart nearly stopped all over again when he say you. You were deathly pale, cheeks slightly hollowed in and you arms falling limp at either side of your body. There was a new scar across one of your cheeks, that he knew he had caused. The only indication that you were still alive was the screen monitoring your heartbeat, and even that line was barely moving.
He felt like time had stopped around him as the thumping of his heartbeat and a slight muffled ringing began to fill his ears, everything stopping until a sudden blur of movement pulled his attention from you.
When Omega turned and spotted him, she didnât even look remotely happy. Instead, she quickly reached down to the ground next to her and picked up the Zygerrian energy bow that she had stolen, drawing back a bolt and aiming directly at him. Hunter slowly put his hands up, chest heaving as Omegaâs words swam through the sea of his panic and despair to be comprehended in his brain.
âI wonât let you hurt her again.â
Again.
Hunter felt that delicate thing that had been pounding against his chest suddenly snap as he saw the resolve on his blonde sisterâs face. His eyes flickered back to your unmoving body and before he had to tear his eyes away and meet Omegaâs amber ones.
âI-â Hunter croaked pleadingly. âOmega-â
âOmega, itâs okay,â Tech and the rest of the Batch finally made it to the med-bay. And Hunter felt a hand on his shoulder, probably Wrecker. âHeâs safe.â Slowly, Omega lowered her bow and dropped it to the floor with a clatter as she bolted up to him, wrapping her arms around his legs and crushing them so tightly Hunter thought he was going to fall over. However, Hunter slowly bent down to wrap his arms around her, mumbling an endless stream of apologies as his regret and fear threatened to overwhelm him.
âIâm sorry kid,â he sighed, his eyes darting all over the room as he willed them to land anywhere but where you where. âIâm so sorry.â
âItâs not your fault.â Omega told him fiercely, âItâs the Empireâs.â Hunter felt a shiver run down his spine at the mention of the name. There was a quiet silence that was only filled by the shuffling of his brothers as they slowly backed out of the room, opting to give Hunter privacy with Omega and you. âI⌠you werenât here. For a while. And someone had to watch over her.â Omega slowly let go of Hunter as she turned back to you. âYou werenât there,â Omega repeated, âso I did what you would do.â She gestured for him to sit down in the chair beside your bed.
Hunter swallowed a lump in his throat as he sat down slowly, not daring to let his hands go where they ached to go. To caress your face, brush his thumb against your cheek. Who knows what his hands would do. âHow long has it been?â
âThree standard rotations.â Tech had stepped back into the room, and Hunter felt his head begin to spin. âWeâre two thirds of the way to Saleucami.â
âSaleucami?â Hunter questioned, his eyes never leaving your face.
âRex has a secret base there,â Tech answered. âIt has the medical supplies adequate to heal our saradâs injuries. A bacta tank, that is.â There was a pause before Tech sighed. âNormal stab wounds would only require a bacta patch, but hers were⌠deeper than usual. And the location of the wounds-â
âI know where I stabbed her.â
For the next three rotations, Hunter didnât leave your side, waiting anxiously for any sign of your awakening (because you had to wake up⌠you just had to). He slept in that uncomfortable chair, that was just a tad too small because it was Omegaâs, but he refused to move. Even if his siblings offered to take his seat he just shook his head. Omega and Echo took turns bringing him ration packets three times a rotation, but he barely noticed himself eating it as he felt his gaze unable to be torn away from you.
When they had landed on Saleucami, Rex greeted them shortly before rushing over to your bed and, with the held of Wrecker, carried your limp form to the medical facility in a rush. Hunter trailed almost as lifelessly as you behind them, and jumped when he felt Rexâs hand on his shoulder.
âThe Generalâs strong,â Rex reassured him. âI fought with her on the battlefield for years and I can assure you itâd take more than a few stab wounds to take her down.â Not where I stabbed her, Hunter thought helplessly to himself. But still, Rexâs comfort was appreciated.
And now Hunter was sitting again in a chair beside you. You had been removed from the Bacta Tank a few hours ago, since your wounds were as healed as they would get. There was still a scar on your stomach, though, and Hunter assumed that there would be another one over your heart as well. He winced at the thought - another reminder of what he did to you.
He had one hand in your limp one since he had to know you were still there. He didnât trust the machinery hooked up to you as much as he trusted his own senses⌠if there was one thing he still trusted about himself, it would be his enhanced senses. The dull, but still constant beating of your heart beneath your skin was enough to keep him sane for now.
Until his heart jumped painfully against his chest when he felt it.
No. It couldnât be. He had to be hallucinating.
But there it was
âWhoâs there?â
Hunter swallowed a lump in his throat as he tried to talk to you. âCyare?â There was no response, and as he waited for your hand to squeeze his again he felt himself slowly begin to deflate. Maybe he had gone insane and was imagining things-
âTalk to me through your thoughts⌠I can hear you.â
ââŚMeshâla?â
âHunter?â
Hunter nearly wept in joy as he tightened his grip around your hand.
âIâm right here, Meshâla. Iâm right here.â Hunter didnât know if he was comforting or pleading you, but another response never came. Maybe he had imagined it after all.
âŚ
Later, when the sun had just begun to rise, you finally stirred, the dull ache in your chest a painful reminder of the encounter. Hunter was awake, too, sitting up on his cot across from you, hands clenched in his lap. He looked weary, his amber eyes clouded with regret as he watched you.
Your heart sank. Hunter.
His hair was disheveled, longer than you had seen it, and his bandana missing. His armor had been swapped for simple fatigues. He looked vulnerable in a way youâd never seen before.
"Hunter," you croaked, your voice weak. He shot up from his chair, a mixture of relief and anguish crossing his face.
"Hi," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Youâre awake." His hand hovered over yours for a moment before he finally took it gently. "We didnât know if youâd..." His words trailed off, and he shook his head as if trying to banish the thought. âBacta tank.â He gestured vaguely. âYou⌠IâŚâ He shook his head as he buried his face in his hands. âMy words arenât coming out right.â You laughed a little, trying to shake off the awkwardness and severity of the situation before wincing as the ache in your chest increased tenfold.
"You got me good," you murmured, attempting a smile despite the pain. You raised a hand to your chest, feeling the bandages beneath your gown. "Twice."
Hunter winced, his jaw tightening. "I wasnât... myself." He looked away, guilt written all over his face. "When I woke up, I saw what I did . I almostâ" His voice cracked, and he dropped his head, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. "I donât know how I can ever make up for it."
âYou donât have to make up for anything. You werenât in control," you said firmly, summoning what strength you could. "That wasnât you, Hunter. It was that stupid inhibitor chip." You squeezed his hand, drawing his gaze back to you. "And⌠youâre here now. Thatâs what matters."
For a moment, he didnât respond, his expression unreadable. Then he let out a shaky breath and nodded, though his eyes glistened with unshed tears. "You should never have come after me," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You put yourself in danger for me.â
âAnd Iâd do it again-â
âWhy?â Hunter demanded. âWhy do this to yourself? You knew I wasnât in control and that I wouldnât hold back from hurting you. Why?â
Your lips curved into a faint smile despite the heaviness in your chest. "Because youâre home. And I wasnât going to let the Empire take you away from us. From me."
Hunter's breath hitched, and for a moment, he just stared at you, as if trying to process your words. Slowly, he sank back into his chair, his head bowing forward until his forehead rested against your hand. His broad shoulders trembled, and you realized he was crying.
"Meshâla," he murmured, the Mandalorian word falling from his lips like a prayer. "You almost died... for me. How can Iâ?"
"You can start by staying," you interrupted softly, your fingers brushing against his hair. "By letting yourself believe that youâre worth saving. Because you are, Hunter. To me, to Omega, to the Batch. Youâre worth everything."
Hunter looked up at you then, his amber eyes glassy but filled with something that hadnât been there beforeâhope. He nodded slowly, his hand never leaving yours.
"Iâll stay," he said quietly. "Of course Iâll stay for you. For all of you." His voice steadied, and he reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light. "But you have to promise me something, too."
"Whatâs that?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Promise me you wonât do something like that again," he said, a faint, broken smile tugging at his lips. "I canât lose you, cyarâika. Not like that."
You managed a weak laugh, though it hurt to do so. "No promises," you teased, earning a soft chuckle from him in return.
Hunter leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours gently. The warmth of the gesture seeped into you, soothing the lingering aches in your body. "I remember what you said that night.â Hunter whispered lowly, and you swear you could hear your heart speed up. Was he really⌠did he really-
âNi kar'tayl gar darasuum," he murmured, his voice low and steady.
There was a light pause before you smiled at him, and replied. âNi kar'tayl gar darasuum.â
For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt safe. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.
It was Hunter and you against the galaxy.
I've known it from the very start
We're a shot in the darkest dark...
- Say Don't Go (Taylor Swift)
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xx dreamtheatre
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