Media - Doctor Who
Character - The Doctor (11th)
Couple - The Doctor X Reader
Reader - Y/n (wife)
Rating - 15
Word Count - 1156
Fictional Advent Day Fourteen
The Doctor dashed around the TARDIS control room, his blazer billowing behind him as he tinkered with the controls, adjusted settings, and rearranged various gadgets. Despite his efforts to keep himself occupied, he couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness and unease that lingered within him. It was as if he was trying to create order in the chaos of his own thoughts, but deep down, he knew it was just a temporary distraction.
His mind thought only of her.
As if he could feel her agony going through him,
His hearts beating anxiously out of sync with one another the longer he waited for word.
He sighed leaning his hip against the console and rubbing his eyes, he ran a hand through his hair and tried to force away his ever-flooding concern.
He walked, slowly through the corridors reaching their bedroom.
The room sat as usual with the blue half-panelled walls with blue and gold striped wallpaper above, a dusty chandelier hung from above, and fireplace sat burning with a soft purple flame, the sofa sat looking over it with the blanket and pillows still draped across it. Their four-poster bed sat with half-made sheets and curtains not tied back around the posts from the nights he had spent alone.
He sat down on the bed and ran his hand across her side imagining her body there, all its swells and divots and how his hands would glide so smoothly over them.
He forced himself away walking deeper down the corridors.
The room itself made him feel sickly, but he couldn’t help but peak within.
With the tall white walls and shiny white floor, the whole room smelt unnerving clean, littered with medical tools and supplies from across the galaxy but one in particular.
A rejuvenation pod sat in the centre of the room, the white padding inside slowly being cleaned from blood by the machine itself. The screen on the side still flashed that the protocol had been stopped and the program ended without finishing it.
The whole scene made him feel sick.
He forced himself to walk away, and just then the phone began to ring.
So The doctor bolted back to the main console grabbed the phone and waited, the very few seconds felt like years as he waited.
“Doctor, we have an update.” The Talaxi nurse told him,
“Just tell me.” He said sharply but immediately relented, “I…am…so sorry.”
“You’d be surprised how often it happens, nerves are a killer to us all.” They answered, “All is well, she is fine and they are both ready to see you.”
Immediately tears began to well up, “thank you, I’ll be there in a moment.” He swiftly hung up the phone and wiped his eyes a relief of all the fear he had built up for so long.
But he didn’t want to keep them waiting.
The doctor dressed himself in his best suit, making sure to look his best. He made his way out of the tardis finding himself in the small cupboard, so he carefully left walking the cold silent halls, as he did his watch’s alarm sounded.
Midnight.
Meaning officially, it was Christmas.
He reached the room and he fixed his hair, and straightened his bow tie before he walked in and instantly he felt warm, cosy, and so full of joy, that his hearts stopped a moment before they began to race. The little room with soft sky blue walls, and a window looking out across the planet from so high in the sky. A few of the nurses still milling about inside the room.
But there, on the bed Y/n laid.
Her hair was a mess and her eyes were tired, but she had a glow about her.
In her arms the sweet baby laid.
His hearts swelled beyond anything he had ever felt, his legs refused to move even if he so desperately wanted them to.
“Hello…” He smiled already getting choked up,
“Hello,” she smiled weakly, “You going to come say hello?”
“I can?”
“Of course,” she nodded,
He smiled and rushed over sitting on the bed beside her trying hard to keep the tears in his eyes from falling as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “How are you?”
“...Merry.” She said sarcastically bringing a chuckle to them both, “I feel… Okay,”
“I’m glad,” he smiled, “I was so worried.” He admitted,
“I know you were,” she smiled back, “But it's over now.”
“And?”
“And he’s an angel.” She gently shifted the baby in her arms so he could see him better, “Here he is, happy and healthy,”
He began to cry, “Can I?” He begged,
“Of course,” She chuckled gently handing the baby over to him,
He held the baby boy sweety in his arms, cradling the newborn like he was the most precious thing, and in many ways he was.
“and he’s just like his daddy,” she told him,
“He- He is?”
“Mhm,”
“The first time lord, born since the war. The first time lord and human baby born for… who knows how long. Our baby. Our little boy.” He cooed fighting back his tears as he kissed the baby’s little head,
Y/n smiled and rested her head on The Doctor’s shoulder watching the baby in his arms and of course his adorable reaction. “Our little boy,” She giggled, “for now I suppose he might change that later.”
“Timelord so have a habit of going through phases, got to try everything and see what feels best.” He nodded, “But our little boy for now, till he knows.”
“You could have been here, you know.”
“I didn’t want to be in the way,” he admits, “You know I wouldn’t be able to sit still while you're in pain. This is the best hospital in the galaxy and I was only in the tardis just down the corridor.”
“I know, maybe next time.”
“Next time?” He raised an eyebrow,
“You know what I mean,” she laughed, “I am sorry to say you don’t get a present this year,”
He smiled and gave her a soft tender kiss, “You have given me the best present I’ve ever gotten.” He gently got to his feet and soothed the little boy in his arms to let Y/n rest, and he smiled down at him muttering softly, “And you little one, Not only are you the best present I have ever received. But you are going to get all the best presents every day for the whole of your life. All the toys you can ever want. Whatever pets you desire. Give you the stars and all else. Anything in this universe you want I will get it for you. Becuase you are the most precious thing ever to exist and I will do anything for you.” He smiled,
“You’re going to spoil him,” Y/n teased,
“Indeed I am.” he smiled, “Everyday will be christmas for you little one, I swear it.”
Synopsis: Y/n wakes up to find that the Doctor fell asleep on her. Which would be normal if Time Lords slept. Upon waking the Doctor explains just how much she means to him.
Word Count: 1,240
A/N: Taking requests for all your Eleven fics!!
Amy had walked into her living room and stopped dead. Her jaw dropped open as she took in the sight in front of her.
Rory. She had to get Rory.
She tip-toed back out the door and sprinted upstairs to their bedroom, “Rory!” She hissed.
“Ah!” Rory tumbled out of bed before jumping up to his feet, “What? What’s happened?”
Amy squealed, “You really need to see this.” She grabbed his hand and started dragging him down the stairs.
“Is this really so important that I couldn’t put on trousers?”
“Yes. Now shush!” She placed a finger to his lips before slowing her steps when they reached the bottom of the stairs.
The two crept towards the door to the living room and Amy grinned as she pointed around the corner.
The two peaked around the corner and Rory blinked... and blinked... and blinked. But the view never changed.
He pulled back and grabbed Amy’s arm, “Is he... sleeping?”
Amy nodded, “The Doctor. The Doctor, the man who told us that he doesn’t need sleep, is now sleeping. Sleeping on top of Y/n! They’re- They’re-”
Rory yawned, Cuddling. Which is what we should be doing.”
“Rory! This is huge! When have we ever seen the Doctor sleep?”
“Never.” Rory placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her towards the stairs, “Which is why we should leave him alone.”
“But-”
Rory chuckled, “We’re not staying down here so you can watch them sleep.”
Amy huffed before taking his hands and the two walked back upstairs again.
-
Y/n blinked as noise from the hallway started to wake her up. The sound of hushed conversation had filtered in the door and then two sets of steps going back up the stairs.
Squinting at the brightness of the room, she tried to take in her surroundings.
Amy and Rory’s house.
Amy and Rory’s living room.
Amy and Rory’s sofa.
She had fallen asleep on her left arm which was resting on the arm of the sofa. She remembered the Doctor rambling about using wires from different household appliances to do... something to the internet?
Where was the Doctor?
She couldn’t see him in the room so she went to get up to look for him. She tried to shift her legs but couldn’t move due to a heavy weight pinning her down. Looking down she saw the exact alien that she was looking for. The Doctor, who was still tangled up in wires, was lying on top of her. Literally. The back of his head was resting against her chest, his right hand had her right hand in a comforting grip at his shoulder while his left arm dangled off the side. His upper body was on top of her legs while his own long legs were dangling off the opposite arm of the sofa.
At first, she thought he was just thinking but he wasn’t moving and his breathing was even.
He was sleeping.
On top of her.
The Doctor was sleeping while leaning on her.
Once she realised what she was looking at she relaxed, leaning her head back on her left arm as she smiled down at him.
Y/n remembered the time he told her that Time Lord’s don’t need as much sleep as humans do. Something about a meditative state for twenty minutes is like an eight-hour sleep for him. Yet, when she looks down at him, he looks like he’s been asleep for a while. Like, proper, human sleep.
She craned her neck to look down at his face. He looked... peaceful. Which is a word not normally associated with the Doctor. The Doctor always has a permanent crease in his forehead.
Yet, right now. His face was crease free. He looked just like a regular young man in his twenties. She’s never seen him be so still for so long either.
Very slowly she moved her left arm and ran her fingers through the Doctor’s hair. Unbelievably soft. He didn’t wake at her actions and she couldn’t help herself but to run her fingers across his forehead.
He shifted slightly before his eyes snapped open and he startled that much he rolled onto the floor.
“Doctor?!” Y/n gasped as she leaned forward to look at him sprawled across the floor, “Are you okay?”
The Doctor’s eyes darted around the room as he tried to figure out where he was. When he realised Y/n was looking down at him he jumped up, “Fine? Of course, I’m fine. I am Mister Fine.” Thinking over that for a second, he shook his head, “No, forget I said that.”
Y/n couldn’t help but ask, “I thought you said Time Lords don’t sleep.”
The Doctor didn’t look at her as he starting gathering all the wires and figuring out where the ends were, “We don’t.”
“But you were.”
The Doctor sighed and rubbed a hand across his face, trying to wake up.
Y/n frowned at his reaction, “There’s nothing wrong with sleeping you know.”
He turned around and gave her a small smile before gently lifting her legs and falling heavily into the seat beside her, placing her legs on his lap.
Y/n’s eyes widened at his actions, “Doctor?”
“Time Lord’s don’t sleep, Y/n. But they can.” He smiled as he patted your leg, “When a feeling of absolute safety is over us, we can sleep for hours.”
He looked at Y/n’s face, she was nodding but she wasn’t fully understanding what he was saying, “Y/n, I haven’t slept in the presence of another person in decades. A possible millennium or two.”
The realisation of what he meant dawned over her.
“You- You feel safe here?”
The Doctor chuckled, “With you.”
“Me?”
“Of course, you. Who could I trust more than you?”
Y/n was speechless so the Doctor continued.
He gestures to her body, “Your single heartbeat reminds me of and old Gallifreyan lullaby.”
Y/n smiled and shifted in her seat so she could hold his hand, “Oh? How does it go?”
The Doctor stared off into the distance as he patted Y/n’s hand, “It’s not one that is sung.”
“Okay... so what’s it about?” Y/n rests her head against the pillow, waiting for the Doctor’s response.
“It’s about finding the safest place in the Universe.”
Y/n played with the Doctor’s fingers, “Okay. Where is it?”
The Doctor smiled, lifting up his arm so Y/n could switch positions and curl up into him, putting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his middle under his jacket.
“It says that there is one heart out there for everyone.”
Y/n giggled and nudged him, “Or two in some cases.”
The Doctor chuckled, “The hearts are drawn to each other. Always trying to find each other. When you come together the connection will be so strong that you’ll wonder if you ever really loved before them. They don’t conform to the rules of time or space and in their arms, you will find the safest place in the universe.”
Y/n unwrapped herself out of the Doctor’s arms so she could sit up and look at his face.
“I never found my safest place until now." He grinned at her before pulling her into his chest for a hug, wrapping one arm securely around her back and his other hand wrapped into her hair, pushing his face into her shoulder he took a deep breath before whispering, "I found it with you.”
I see the BBC's plans for the 60th anniversary special and raise you what Big Finish could do to make me mortgage my house. I have a thing about Chess okay? 🤣
eleventh and tenth doctor +/x reader incorrect quotes (+ companions)
(used the generator from perchance.org)
Y/N: Doctor, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life?
Doctor: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all.
~~~
Y/N: Italics.
Doctor: Yeah, Italians.
~~~
Y/N: What’s your greatest weakness?
Doctor: Interpreting the semantics of a question, but ignoring the pragmatics.
Y/N: Could you give an example?
Doctor: Yes, I could.
~~~
Amy: Shh, here comes Rory!
Y/N: Quick, Doctor, start talking about boring nerd stuff!
Doctor: You know, nerd culture is mainstream now, so when you use the word “nerd” derogatorily, it means you’re the one that’s out of the zeitgeist.
Y/N: Yes, that’s perfect. Just like that.
~~~
Doctor: I printed up a bunch of fake safety inspection certificates. Go slap one on anything that looks like a lawsuit.
Rory: Doctor, is that legal?
Doctor: When the cops aren’t around, anything’s legal!
~~~
Rory: Amy, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.
Amy, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than her size: Spooky.
~~~
Amy: Y/N, fuck off.
Amy: And by "fuck off" I mean "fuck off right back here and listen", you insufferable prick.
~~~
Y/N: What are you doing here?
Doctor: I could ask you the same question.
Y/N: I live here. This is my house.
Doctor: I should probably ask you a different question.
~~~
Amy: Guys, I have a question.
Y/N: kys <3
Amy: I love you too.
Rory: Ah, yes. Siblings.
~~~
Rory: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”.
Rory: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.
~~~
Doctor: Good morning!
Y/N: Is it? Is it really?
~~~
Clara: Y/N likes to win. When they were 8, a little Club Scout friend of theirs bragged they could sell the most cookies.
Clara: Damned if Y/N didn't walk the neighborhood till they got blisters on their feet, and won by 10 boxes.
Clara: Best part is, Y/N wasn't even a Club Scout.
~~~
Clara: You can do it Y/N!
Clara: But if you can't, at least your death will be quick, painless, and really cool to watch.
~~~
Clara: *casually taking four stairs at a time*
Y/N, falling behind, taking two stairs at a time: Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fu-
~~~
*Y/N rushes by with an armful of water bottles*
Ten: What's going on?
Eleven: Y/N wouldn't drink water.
Ten: ...And?
Eleven: And I asked them how fast they could chug an entire bottle.
Y/N, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!
~~~
Y/N: Here comes the lightning!
Y/N, whispering: You've got to imagine it coming out my fingertips, wherein I am an almighty wizard.
Ten: Ok, currently imagining that. Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all.
