Christmas Dinner
OKAY HEY THIS IS MY WAY LATE AND ACTUALLY NEAR-FORGOTTEN ENTRY TO SADIEâS LATEST (I think??) WRITING CHALLENGE SORRY LOVE ITâS LATE BUT HERE IT IS
@connorshero Iâm so rubbish at this, sorry, but itâs here
Reader has a very open family, welcome to other sexualities, and that doesnât seem very likely of an entire family I donât think...? so letâs just say the homophobic aunt stopped getting invited. Brings home the Thirteenth Doctor for Christmas dinner to introduce her as your girlfriend.Â
No warnings, but 1693 words long...
Nervousness was common in your life now. Along with fear, confusion, excitement, terror, astonishment, dread, exhilaration. Put simply, almost every emotion possible was common now, and far more intense now that you were being thrown into situations you never thought possible at least three times a day. At least, never thought possible until you met the Doctor (another impossibility in herself) But nervousness was number one on the list, because something you never thought youâd be doing would be bringing an alien over a thousand years old home for Christmas to present as your girlfriend.
You were reminding yourself on a constant cycle to take deep breaths, calm the hell down, etc. The Doctor had dropped Yaz, Graham and Ryan off at Yazâs place for Christmas with her family (you wished them luck, getting a punch in the shoulder from Yaz) because Graham and Ryan would have just the two of them otherwise. You, however, had quite a lot of family over for the holidays that year. So here you now were, standing in front of your parentsâ house with the Doctorâs hand in yours and staring at the wreath on the door on Christmas Eve. Not doing anything.
The Doctor glanced worriedly at you, giving your hand a quick squeeze in reassurance before reaching towards the doorbell. She glanced at you and you took a deep breath and nodded, letting her know to push the button. The ding of the doorbell was heard from inside, followed by the sounds of several people shouting back and forth, presumably from different rooms. The door opened and standing there was your mother, who gasped as she saw you, quickly reaching out to grab your arm and drag you inside, pulling the Doctor along as you were still holding her hand.
â(Y/N) is here!!â Your mum called through the house. All at once there was a crash in the kitchen and the scraping of a couple chairs in the dining room and thudding upstairs that proceeded down the stairs. The Doctor watched with wide eyes and a gradually growing grin as you were torn from her into hug after hug after hug. The air around them was full of demands of where you had been, the deceleration of a pregnancy, an engagement and a new boyfriend. There were kids of all ages crowding around your legs, showing off a scrape from the playground or a new drawing and shouting out stories of what they got for their birthday or their new friend at school.
âAlright, alright, thatâs enoughâ Your mum called out loudly, quieting everyone down. âDonât completely smother her, we have a whole two days. We do, donât we?â She checked hopefully.
ââCourseâ You grinned, being met with a cheer. Now that the initial celebration of â(Y/N) is backâ, the focus shifted and everyone seemed to notice the Doctor at once. You gasped a little, turning to take her hand again and pull her forward. She hesitated a little when everyoneâs gaze seemed to shift to your connected hands.
âEveryone, this is the Doctorâ You introduced. There were mumbled greetings but everyone seemed more silently intrigued than anything. The Doctor looked down when there was a tug on her trousers, finding a little girl no more than six years old.
â(Y/N) told me she wanted a girlfriend once. Are you her girlfriend?â The girl asked innocently. The Doctor grinned at the child, glancing at you. You blushed a little, giving her a subtle nod.
âYes, I amâ The Doctor confirmed. The room exploded again, cheers and shouts filling the small entry space everyone still crowded. This time the Doctor found herself the subject of all the attention, receiving hugs and greetings and introductions from every direction.
âGuys, please donât smother her to deathâ You called out eventually, the perfect picture of your mother. There were grins and laughs but the majority of adults disappeared back into the kitchen and dining room a moment later until you and the Doctor were left with your mother and the group of bouncy children waiting to drag their favourite cousin/aunt upstairs.
âIt is nice to meet you Doctor⊠what was it again?â Your mother asked. You and the Doctor laughed a little.
âJust the Doctorâ She assured your mum, who looked sceptical, but nodded.
âWelcome to the familyâ She whispered to the Doctor as she left, grinning to herself. The Doctor glanced at you and you simply laughed, shaking your head.
â(Y/N), come on!â A boy, who looked about twelve, complained, impatiently taking your hand and dragging you upstairs. The Doctor stood back for a moment, smiling at the picture as they dragged you off. The same little girl who had tugged at the Doctor before did so again, making her look down.
âCome on (Y/N)âs girlfriend, come play with us!â She insisted, taking the Doctorâs hand. She grinned, letting herself be pulled along all the way upstairs. By the time the small girl had gotten her upstairs you were already sitting around a table with the other kids, a marker in your hand as you began to tell them stories of giant spiders and hungry creatures on spaceships and a hero named Rosa Parks. The Doctor smiled and sat down beside you and a couple older girls giggled to themselves as she kissed you on the cheek and proceeded to watch you draw.
You drew pictures that related to your stories and soon enough all the kids were as well. (their parents exchanged glances when they all proudly showed their drawings of giant spiders eating people or breaking bathtubs) The Doctor even joined in a bit, surprising even you at her skilled drawings done on light blue colored paper and with crayola markers. She drew the inside and outside of the Tardis and her sonic screwdriver and handed each one to a child who had told her they wanted to be an artist. In fact, after seeing the Doctorâs skills, all of them were saying it by the end of the night. Except for little Julia, who had taken a shine to the Doctor from the moment she got her attention in the hall. Julia insisted she wanted to steal a Tardis when she grew up and go on adventures.
You were telling the children about the occasion of tea at Yazâs when you were all called downstairs for dinner. Dinner was pretty simple, more for the kids since tomorrow night was the real Christmas dinner. Spaghetti with meatballs and mini bread rolls or garlic bread. The Doctor was comically excited about the small bread rolls, and ended up having more than anyone else at the table. Considering the large number of people in the house, the normal dining table was joined by a fold up table where the children sat together. But they dragged the Doctor over to join them, so you were left answering excited questions about your travels with your new girlfriend. One of your guy cousins even joked that if she wasnât dating you heâd ask her out. You nearly laughed at the thought, remembering his fear of spiders.
The kids were shooed off by themselves after dinner, their parents scolding them for bugging you and the Doctor too much. You both assured them it was no trouble, but they insisted on having some time with you themselves. The Doctor quickly became the life of the party, as youâd expect, telling stories once again. But the stories she told this time were ones you hadnât heard before. You almost laughed at everyoneâs expressions when she mentioned being referred to as âpretty boyâ at some point. You were still sitting around the dining table after all the kids had been put to bed in the bedrooms upstairs.
The Doctor eventually passed the story telling onto someone else and you hadnât even noticed when she left the room until the returned with a glass of eggnog for each of you. You glanced around a little, noticing the odd look on her face.
âWhatâs wrong?â You asked her quietly. The Doctor grimaced just a little.
âYour dad just gave me âthe talkââ She whispered back. You snorted a little, having to work very hard on not laughing. The Doctor shot you a look and you cleared your throat, accepting the glass she handed you.
âYou know the kids are asleepâ You pointed out to her. She frowned a little.
âYeah, I knowâ
âI canât believe no one has spiked the eggnog yetâ
The Doctor choked out a laugh, drawing a few looks as you had done the same not too long ago. You giggled a little, tuning back into the conversation of the table. You had one hand holding your glass and the other on your lap when you felt the Doctorâs fingers winding themselves through your own. You smiled, squeezing her hand just a little as you took another sip of your drink. Tomorrow would be exciting, you knew. The children would be more excited than on any other day of the year, and everyone would spend almost the whole day in the lounge, passing around gifts.
But for now, you were content with this moment. You and your family were all thrilled for your visit and you always welcomed calm happy moments with the Doctor. You had her and all your family and nothing was exploding or being invaded or threatened. It was just Christmas.
Little did you know what lay in wait for Earth to let down its defenses. What waited for its chance on the planet the very next day. But that was a different story.