Rules: How many letters of the alphabet have you used for a fic title? One fic per line, ‘A’ and 'The" do not count for 'a’ and ‘t’. Post your score out of 26 at the end, along with your total fic count.
Tagged by the utterly wonderful @ageless-aislynn. Thank you ever so much! 💖
All are complete unless noted as a WIP.
A – "After The Storm" (M - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
B – "By A Single Thread" (M - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
C – "Company & Compassion" (T - Ten/Donna, Austen AU, Doctor Who)
D – "Donna’s Human Nature" (T - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
E – "The Enabler" (T - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
F – "Fifty Shades of Blue" (M - Donna/Peter, Doctor Who/Fright Night) WIP
G – "Gallifreyan Productions" (T - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
H - "Housemates" (E - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
I – "In Another World" (M - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
J – "Just Good Mates" (T - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
K – "Kiss Of Threat" (T - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
L – "Letter From A Messed Up Place" (G - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
M – "Marital Dancing" (G - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
N – "Not-A-Date Night" (G - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
O – "Observation Outpost 9" (T - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
P – "Parent Teacher Night" (T - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
Q – the nearest I’ve got is "Not Quite First Meeting" (T - TenII/Donna, Doctor Who)
R – "Rock Solid, Shifting Sands" (T - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
S – "Some Time Next Year" (T - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
T – "Ten Steps To Heaven" (T - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
U – "Undeniable Proof" (T - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
V – "Vitals Attack" (T - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
W – "Wedding Showers" (M - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
X -
Y – "Young Cookie Love" (G - Nellie/Peter, The Office/Fright Night)
Z – "Zipped Up" (T - Ten/Donna, Doctor Who)
Final tally: 24.5/26, with only X definitely missing, and Q questionable.
Total fic count: 202 on FFN, 255 on AO3, I lost count after 350 on LJ and Dreamwidth
No pressure tags: @human-nxture, @shivver13, @raywritesthings, @imnotacommittee, @cptscarlett, @time-converges
and anybody else who would like to do this, consider yourself tagged.
I don’t normally do this, but I can’t help thinking about what Clara would say about the Master now? Like would she comfort the Doctor about it, would she tell 13 she told her so and that they should’ve killed Missy when they had the chance because clearly the Master will never change? 12’s decision to spare Missy led to the death of his (sort of) species because “the rage” will never end. What is their friendship worth at this point, because it’s ridiculous to say it’s worth all these lives.
Oh… I hadn’t even thought of this. So not only does it make Missy’s arc meaningless but now Twelve’s choice to be kind to her is like. objectively bad. I hate that so much, what a depressing and grim message.
I don’t know exactly what Clara would say, but I guess the takeaway from S12 is that people don’t change and they should have just killed Missy, either in the graveyard scene or at her execution.
I can’t believe the finale where everyone dies is actually the hopeful and optimistic one here.
A/N: THIS IS ADULT MATURE SULTRY (in my universe of writing anyway) so read at your own risk. ALSO not everything shows on the screen so be careful, practice safe habits, etc etc
Hope you like @raywritesthings!!!
Prompt: one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other
Also on FF and Ao3
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As Harry’s lips leave hers, Ginny can’t quite bring her eyes to open. Her other senses heighten at the deprivation - the warmth of Harry’s arms around her waist, the pounding rain, her bounding heart, the scent of spring’s first shower, crackling firewood, and their mingling breaths sweet with shared chocolate she’d smuggled up to the cabin.
It was supposed to be a lonesome trip to the lake house, quiet to get her mind focused on her upcoming Olympic season and off a certain hesitant, tempting, and utterly clueless surgeon.
He can hold someone’s damn life in his hands and not hesitate a moment, take someone on the brink of death and bring them back. But ask him to make a move on a woman who clearly fancies the pants off him and it’s like he’s got no brain at all in that big, stupid, gorgeous head of his.
Instead, Ron, her soon to be dead brother, double booked the cabin purely by accident. And after a brief argument on the doorstep she and gorgeous arsehole doctor decided they could share. Nevermind her nerves - already threadbare - were now shot to pieces.
Somehow awkward avoidance had turned to reluctant cooperation and finally, after a rain drenched run from the docks, the softest, slowest, most tempting kiss she’s ever had.
“Ginny.”
She keeps her eyes closed. “Yes.”
“What - ”
And then, because she’s tired of waiting, tired of delaying, tired of denying, she opens her eyes just long enough to find his neck and drag his face back down to hers.
If the first kiss was a gentle beginning, this one is a screaming launch from the earth into the stratosphere. Filled with fire and while inevitable, a terrifying clash that could really end anywhere.
Ginny rises on tiptoe and pulls Harry closer, arms locked around his shoulders while her hands find his hair, her kiss unrelenting.
He sighs against her lips, palms slipping to her waistline and tilting her backward as they sway - a graceful give and take while their feet slowly wander.
As she walks backward, Ginny trips over one of her discarded sandals, but Harry’s hand remains warm and sure against her back even as their lips separate.
Blinking away the stars behind her eyelids, Ginny drags her stare up to Harry’s eyes and finds his pupils blown wide, hair tousled, lips parted and then returning back to worship her with a teasing slowness.
She moans his name as he presses lingering kisses along her jaw, down the slope of her neck, and all the while guides her toward the bedroom.
“Gin,” he pushes her jumper up enough that his warm hands can toy with her bare skin, “Is this -”
“Yours - yours is bigger,” Ginny grunts, “Quite rude, if we’re ah- at a point to air grievances.”
Harry pulls back, “Clearly I’m doing something wrong if you’re considering past issues to bring up at the moment.”
Ginny raises her brows and leads him to the closed door, “I’m a multitasker,” and to prove it, she renews her inspection of his lips while working the tie of his joggers open.
After stumbling over his now divested trousers, Harry regains his footing and finishes his work with Ginny’s jumper and tosses it over his shoulder. “Since we’re moving things along.”
“Finally.”
“Yes well you were taking entirely too long to kiss me, so you’re quite welcome,” Harry says, muffled by his half-removed t-shirt.
Ginny finishes her work and works the door open before flipping their places and pushing Harry backward toward the bed, not a pillow out of place until he drops backward onto it with a creak of the springs.
“You - are you kidding me.”
“Why - ” Harry’s retort ends, somewhat strangled, as Ginny drops her leggings and stands between his knees.
Honestly, it’s a bit helpful that he’s got her all riled in a not quite sexual sense. She’s regained her head. Now they can focus and have a proper go.
But first she’s got a score to settle.
He sits forward and his stupid muscles ripple and the hairs on his legs tickle her knees and maybe she can settle the score while continuing their ‘proper go.’
Harry seems to have a similar idea because his palms find her hips and drag her close so he can kiss and nip his way across her midriff. When she nearly falls backward, Harry guides her into his lap and migrates his ministrations north, working one strap of her bra from her shoulder while her hands grasp his wild curls. “Why - why do you think I’m kidding,” he tilts his hips just enough to make a point, “I am most definitely not, as you may be able to see now.”
Ginny’s nails scrape along his scalp, run over his shoulders as he toys with her other strap. “It’s been a year. Hell it’s been since uni, you turtle of a man.”
Harry laughs against her throat and pauses at the hooks on her bra, waiting.
Rather than give him another excuse to delay, Ginny reaches back and pops the catches free, but leaves the front for Harry.
His eyes linger on her half exposed chest as he sucks in a breath. “Before - it was never the right time.”
She shivers as his hands rise up her bare back. “And now?”
“I don’t want to wonder if it’s the right time.”
The remaining boundaries between them are stripped away as they maneuver until Ginny’s head is resting against the pillows and Harry’s slow exploration of her skin has come to a halt at her shoulder, his breathing labored. “Gin.”
Ginny groans at his hoarse whisper. “Harry.”
“Can we - ”
She barely sighs out a quiet please and Harry’s pressed onto his forearms, his eyes boring into hers as he tilts his body forward and his breath leaves his lips in a sharp ‘hah.’
The wind answers their moans, the thunder punctuates the creaking bed springs, and Ginny can’t tear her gaze from Harry’s even as their rhythm rises to a fever pitch. Even as his hand drags her leg higher and brings them even closer, sends her senses haywire.
Until her back arches in pleasure and his mouth ceases its open mouthed exploration of hers and seeks lower - dragging, teasing, biting, as she cries out.
His own shout is muffled against her throat as the shockwaves ripple through their sweat sheened bodies, as Ginny tries to pull him closer though there’s no need. As Harry nuzzles her rumpled hair and presses kisses anywhere and everywhere he can find.
It’s as if the storm followed their lead, wind and rain departing and leaving behind a soft breeze and silvery moonlight to graze their bare skin and the new world.
raywritesthings replied to your post “tag meme for week 12 of quarantine”
Your answer to the dream trip got me like ��
It was genuinely terrifying. It happened in October 2018. I was down there to scope out a site for a school I wanted to help my friend build, and her cousin and I went into town to get some food, and we were on a taxi motorcycle, and two dudes rode up next to us with a knife and cut my bag off me, and got my side a little too. I tried to hold on to my bag, but I knew if I didn’t let it go I’d fall off the bike so I let it go. They got my passport, my wallet, my phone, my housekeys, and my ID. I had to go freeze my credit and SS number, and get new everything afterwards. It happened on a Friday, of course, so I had to wait an excruciating weekend until I could get to the embassy on Monday, and they had me out and on the way to the airport in 5 hours, which was an enormous relief. Truly a terrifying experience and I have no plans to go back to DR ever. I’m uncomfortable with staying on resorts and don’t want to stay in town ever again. I genuinely still freak out about it once in a while, even though everything turned out fine.
Sometimes, though they try to be discreet about it. Neither of them like to talk about what they do when they’re out. In fact, getting them to admit that they’ve gone out at all is like pulling teeth. I think they feel like they need to preserve the illusion of animosity for old times sake, or something like that.
I think they spend most of their time sparring. But judging by the fact that Helena was ironing her evening gown the other day, they may also be going... somewhere fancy.
I don’t know about Canary, but Helena’s never been one for black tie events, so I can’t help but wonder what that was about. I really hope that they’re not crashing a party at the Iceberg Lounge. Not for their sake, of course, but for the Penguin’s.
@raywritesthings replied to your post “sometimes, i’ll be watching a show or reading a book series, and that...”
Agreed with everything until someone mentioned Moffat Who and not RTD Who, which ended almost every season with the Doctor losing a companion and going right back into Angst Mode. Literally, the last few beats of Tennant’s performance in the series 2, 3 and 4 finales are almost exactly the same with varying levels of Sad. Whereas Moffat Who actually has Amy and Rory get together and navigate married life and how that balances with the Doctor etc. People always blame Moffat for RTD’s faults
hm, as op and the “someone” you’re referring to, let me just say that you could make an argument for this narrative problem in rtd’s relationship arcs, though i don’t entirely agree. and more on that in a second. but when i raised that particular point i especially meant that moffat plagued who with that narrative issue in a plot-structural way.
rtd shares some responsibility for this, sure, but moffat dialed it up to eleven and broke the knob off with one of his famously nonsensical “twists.” it was every season every conflict getting bigger and bigger and more astronomical, the fate of the universe, no wait time itself, no wait what can we blow up even bigger than that!!!
and my disagreement re: rtd’s use of this on character and relationship arcs comes down to the fact that both companions and the doctor had consistent growth (though not always positive growth! and growth doesn’t always have to be positive for there to have been actual character progression) through each season. (and yes i know by calling them seasons i make plain my americanness, but this just one person’s perspective anyways.)
season 1, you have a doctor running from his own pain and guilt and loneliness, who through meeting rose accepts real hope and belief in others again. rose, in season 1, comes into a lot of her own power and confidence, to the point where she’s the one who saves everything.
season 2 is only a reset in that they’ve literally reset the doctor through regeneration, but his character progression runs through. he’s literally a more energetic, hopeful, emotionally effusive person now. and rose first wobbles through accepting this drastic surface change, but after that, she’s still got that confidence and power she earned through the first season, but now her challenge is holding onto the doctor with both hands and the frightening risk of putting what he means to her in concrete words instead of implication. while there is definitely argument to be made about the originally mentioned narrative trope being employed in the tearing apart of rose and ten (oh no, can’t have the doctor in a stable romantic relationship longterm, how boring), it’s also made precedent through the history of the show refreshing itself with regeneration and new companions so not unfortunately surprising.
season three’s companion, martha, is magnificent character progression and growth. she goes from the slightly lost girl not firm on her own worth and purpose and having a crush on the doctor, to the one realizing she’s a rebound for a manic alien going through the most outlandish post-breakup grieving ever, to the actual savior of humanity and the universe, because she knows her worth, her purpose, her principles, and knows them enough to recognize that staying with the doctor conflicts with all of that. and in her later appearances in other seasons, none of that has gone away, it’s just all throughlined into everything we see her doing after.
season three’s doctor, however, is indeed a manic alien going through the most outlandish post-breakup grieving ever, and he’s also a bad friend. he’s a terrible friend to martha in numerous ways because he’s so absorbed by his own heartbreak. by the end of the season he’s had to face a lot of how he’s taken her for granted and treated her poorly, and in her walking away, he has to realize that he must do better if he wants to actually keep his friends, if he truly wants to not be alone after rose.
enter (or re-enter) donna, who has such phenomenal and gorgeous character growth lauded throughout fandom i hardly even need to detail it here. and the doctor had to re-learn how to be a genuinely good friend, how to have hope and belief and be kind and good even after getting his heart broken, after grief, after all of it. you can absolutely argue that the “undercut all lessons learned, reset to grimdark and edgy” got employed with the entire timelord victorious arc, and i couldn’t argue because that was about the point i started getting up from the table.
left it altogether early in moffat’s run when i got sick to death of how every single new conflict and character had to be bigger and more amazing and unique and ~special~ and “timey wimey.”
so yeah, that narrative problem plagues doctor who, including rtd’s run, but in my sight even worse so in moffat’s. moffat has more than enough faults he earned his own blame for, and davies having some of his own doesn’t negate that.
