A/N: I decided to do a advent calendar about Tenth Doctor an my OC Stella this year. Every day a new chapter. Feel free to reblog.
Summary: Accompany my OC Stella and the tenth Doctor throughout the Advent season. Christmas is celebrated differently all over the universe. Some new Christmas customs are brought to light. But how does Christmas go with a portion of aliens, a good piece of Doctor and Stella and a teeny pinch of love that makes a big spark? Will The Doctor give in to his feelings in the end? It's the time of love. Every day a new sweet chapter. Accompany the two on their adventures through time and space.
Soho Square, District of Soho, 51° 31′ N , 0° 7′ W London, United Kingdom
December 1st 2019; 4.29pm
I looked up into the grey, cloudy sky and sighed, pulling my cap deeper into my face and also adjusting my scarf. The Doctor ran beside me over the almost black asphalt and gave me a questioning look. His hands are in his trouser pockets to protect them from the biting winter wind of London. The wind played with his hair and also with me some blond strands got lost again and again in the face which I pushed energetically with deaf fingertips behind my ear. The Doctor pulled his shoulders up so that he could counteract the cold. His gaze, however, remained steadfast on me.
I trembled, while talking I tried hard to suppress the rattling of my teeth.
"It's the first of December, the first of Advent, and it doesn't seem so." Checking, the Doctor's eyes glided over the grey of the sky, as if searching for something specific. He stuck out his tongue so he could taste the air better.
"Naah. You're probably right. There's no snow today," he replied and shook his head.
"Too bad... This year it will be probably again nothing with white Christmas, don't you mean? The Doctor only shrugged his shoulders, but then his eyes began to sparkle and a warm grin drew on his lips.
He freed his hand from the warmth of his trouser pocket, then held it up to me with a challenge, wiggling his fingers. Hesitantly I put my hand into his, then I looked at him expectantly. He winked at me and pulled me through the streets of London back to the TARDIS.
"Isn't snow just something great? This fine structure of frozen water molecules. Simply unbelievable! Did you know that the hexagonal basic shape is created because the water molecules form a special structure at this temperature, which consists exclusively of -120 degrees and -60 degrees angles? This is true art? I mean, why these two angles? I was on the planet of Warx once. Half fish, half human. They had snowflakes of all shapes, because they make them by hand. Or wait - probably by fin. Hm, actually quite admirable that they make something so filigree with fins." I looked at him in amazement as he suddenly paused and his steps slowed down.
"But what do fish people need snow for," I asked. We looked each other in the eye for a few seconds and then we snorted off.
"I don't have the slightest clue," he said laughing. Gasping for air I leaned against the wall behind me. Surprised my fingers felt the rough blue painted wood of the TARDIS. We had already arrived. The Doctor unlocked the door.
"Always walking into the good room." I followed him inside the TARDIS. Immediately I felt warmth returning to my deaf limbs. My toes began to tingle and my cheeks also glowed. The Doctor was already concentrated on the console of the TARDIS and flipped some switches and levers. Before I could even ask where and when we were going, he put the final lever on and the typical pumping and sighing of the TARDIS sounded around me. A jolt shook me as we travelled through the vortex. Suddenly it was quiet. The Tardis and thus also we had come to a standstill. The Doctor grinned at me and his brown eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Go put on something warm! He ordered me. I didn't ask any more, but disappeared into the corridors of the TARDIS in search of warm clothes.
A few minutes later I returned to the control room thickly packed. The Doctor looked like always. He began to smile when he saw me.
"I look like a Michelin man." I snorted and saw the Doctor with difficulty holding back a laugh. Finally he seemed to catch himself and put his hand on the door handle.
Somewhere on a hill, 33840° 37′ N , 1772° 888′ W Snowmania, Rigil Kentaurus, Galaxy 1.4-Apple
December 1st 2144; 7.13PM in human calendar and time
"Allons-y."
The door swung open and I saw nothing but sparkling white that stretched to the horizon. A white desert. A cold gust of wind swept through the tardis and bit my cheeks. I stood astonished in the door frame of the TARDIS.
"At last. Snow! Isn't it beautiful?" the Doctor exclaimed delightedly and hopped into the white crystalline mass. His shoes sank down to his ankles. I still stood there, frozen, watching the snowflakes dancing silently across the sky and falling to the ground with a soft crackle. The Doctor had already taken a few steps before turning to me.
"Come on, Stella! What are you waiting for? Come out into the snow with me." He beamed at me and I couldn't do anything else. I ran out into the snow. He creaked under my footsteps and my breath beat little clouds in the air. Unbelieving I turned in a circle and rejoiced like a little child.
"Wuhuuu." I exclaimed loudly. Then I let myself fall into the snow and made a snow angel overjoyed. The Doctor, who until then had only observed me silently, took a few steps towards me.
"Is this the first time you've seen snow?" he asked jokingly and I stuck my tongue out at him. Snowflakes had got caught in his brown hair.
"I can't believe it's really snowing. This is the most beautiful place I've ever been. Nothing but snow. Only snow! Only blank white snow everywhere." I stared up into the grey sky, from which snowflakes were falling all the time. The Doctor mumbles something that sounded very much like "Then I could have saved myself everything else...", but fell silent when I looked at him questioningly.
I straightened up and knocked the rest of the snow off my clothes, then I looked at the Time Lord next to me in a challenging way.
"Let's see which one of us can catch more snowflakes with his tongue! Immediately a fierce competition broke out between us. The big flakes were easy to catch with the tongue, but the Doctor seemed to have his problems. Some landed on the tip of his nose, others got caught in his eyelashes and eyebrows.
"Catching snowflakes with your tongue is harder than it looks," he said at a glance. We looked up into the sky and tried to catch the snowflakes. None of us looked down, so it didn't take long for us to hit each other. Surprised we tumbled through the snow. Laughing we remained lying, but suddenly a snowball caught me on the shoulder, when I turned to the Doctor, he grinned mischievously at me and was already forming the next snowball.
"Oh, you've been messing with the wrong one, Time Lord!" I replied and reached into the snow to form a ball.
The Doctor announced "Snowball Battle" and jumped up. We fired long snowballs at each other until snow caught in my neck and ran coldly down my back. I breathed heavily and my cheeks glowed.
"Ok, ok. Time out. You won, oh great Snow Lord." I laughed and raised my hands surrendering. Also the Doctor was out of breath.
We trudged together through the snow and shone with the crackling of the white flakes as we walked through the endless hilly landscape. Suddenly I began to hum.
"Do you wanna build a snow man" I sang quietly.
"No way," the Doctor replied, but I was already at work. I rolled several balls and once the lowest ball was too heavy for me alone.
"Come on, give me a hand" I groaned under the load. The Doctor hurried to help me and together we put the snowman together.
"We should brew him a partner, so that he is not so alone. I announced, after I had examined our work in detail. While we were busy forming new balls, something was moving in the corner of my eye. I looked up in amazement and noticed that the snowman had begun to move. I pushed the Doctor's elbow into the ribs.
"Ouch. What is denn- Oh. Oooh. Fascinating," he said with a glance at the snowman who was now forming a new ball and building a smaller snowman. When he saw us, he winked at us and waved with his stick arm. Suddenly our snow woman and the little snow boy came to life. They both hurried towards the first snowman who embraced them.
"How beautiful. A snow family," I whispered touched. "Let's build another one."
The Doctor agreed. We rolled the ball down the slope, but it became faster and faster, so we had to run after it. I stumbled and the Doctor fell over me and we rolled down the slope together, where we remained in the previously formed ball. The Doctor lay heavy on me and looked at me. My gaze found his and his warm eyes wandered back and forth between my and my cold lips. "You are sweet when you freeze" he said and plucked a flake out of my hair. For a second it looked as if he wanted to kiss me, so close were his lips to mine. I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks, but then he shook his head almost imperceptibly and got up. Before he offered me a hand, he knocked the snow off his body. I was confused, but tried to cover up the situation. I probably imagined it all.
"I didn't feel my legs," I mumbled and trembled. "There's so much snow in my shoes." I missed the Doctor's warmth. At the top of the slope stood the snow family with growth. Twins. Uncertain, the Doctor took another step towards me before he embraced me and pressed me. I sighed comfortably and felt his breath blowing over my ear.
"You are like a heater," I murmured. The Doctor laughed quietly.
"What do you think of a warm cocoa in the Tardis?" he mumbled quietly.
"Sounds wonderful."
When we returned to the Tardis, the snowmen waved goodbye. But I had buried my face in the Doctor's neck bend while preparing these two cups of steaming cocoa so I couldn't see it anymore.
A/N: I am not sure if everybody knows what a so-called „Michelin-Männchen“ is. Just google it. It’s a common phrase in Germany, when you feel fat, because of all the layers of cloth.
I recently had the urge to try out watercolours for the very first time. So I went an borrowed a watercolour set of @thefriendlypigeon .
Now what could be a better inspiration than the Tardis? I think it turned out alright for my very first try. Especially since I haven’t tried anything remotely like watercolours since … I think 10th grade? :D
Summary: The Doctor loves nut wedges. Stella loves Christmas carols. But ovens do not like sonic screwdrivers.
Somewhere in not defined time and space; unknown location in universe; somewhen in the time vortex
I stood in the TARDIS kitchen humming in front of me as I eagerly took all the ingredients I had bought in 2019 out of the cupboards and spread them out on the worktop. With the flour in my hand I turned once around myself and danced to it. I almost dropped the pack in shock when I saw the Doctor leaning against the door frame. He had crossed his arms and legs and leaned his head against the wood of the frame. His eyes followed me attentively. As soon as our eyes met, he smiled warmly at me. I couldn't help but return the smile of my best friend and Time Lord in crime.
"How long have you been standing there?" I asked, a little embarrassed, hoping my cheeks weren't as red as they felt.
"Long enough," he replied with a wink. I threw a blue tea towel at him. I was very familiar with the TARDIS kitchen, even though it had taken months to find it and even more years to find it again.
The Doctor cleared his throat in embarrassment and pushed himself off the door frame.
He asked, "What are you doing?" and looked curiously over my shoulder. As well as possible I tried to protect the things behind me from his curiosity.
"I bake," I explained. His brown eyes began to sparkle and he joyfully rubbed his hands. Immediately I regretted my words. I had known the Doctor for a long time now and had learned over time that he had a weakness for nut corners.
"I decided and threw him one of the aprons hanging on the hook next to the stove. He eagerly set to work and tied the apron for me too.
"What should I do" he asked full of zest for action.
"First you put 130g sugar, 130g butter and 2 eggs in the bowl over there on the sideboard." I ordered him and pressed the ingredients and a kitchen scale into his hand. While the Doctor happily broke eggs, I set the oven to 180°C. Then I prepared everything for the load of vanilla croissants that would follow the nut corners.
"Done! And now?" his voice sounded from the other side of the kitchen. I had to smile involuntarily.
"Vanilla sugar, baking powder and flour, then you have to knead everything and roll evenly onto the baking tray to your left! I hummed "Santa Clause got stuck in my chimney" in front of me again, clattering with various kitchen utensils.
"Give me the flour, please, Doctor."
It missed me by a hair's breadth and spread all over me and around me.
"What the hell? Did you just throw me the flour?" I turned angrily and completely immersed in white to the Doctor. He was laughing.
He took a few steps towards me and stopped right in front of me.
"You have some flour there" he meant and stroked with the index finger gently over my nose tip.
"Oh really? I snorted and had to sneeze promptly, so that we stood again in a flour cloud. Now the Doctor was white as well. There was nothing more to see of the brown of his hair. I began to giggle. The Doctor looked at me perplexed before he took a hand of flour and threw it at me. A fierce flour fight broke out between us, with its extensions extending into the TARDIS console.
"Who could have guessed that making nut corners was so difficult?" groaned the Doctor as the apricot jam ran again. The Bleck vanilla croissant stood steaming and fragrant on the sideboard and I just put some gingerbread in the oven.
"Why didn't you make gingerbread men?" he asked and drove his hand through the white brown strands.
"They are childish," I replied. He looked at me in shock.
"They are not childish at all! Gingerbread men are very serious! On Pektoria, for example, male Pektorians have to bake female Pektorian women gingerbread men if they want to marry them. The one with the most beautiful and tastiest gingerbread men then wins the heart of the female."
"I'm almost one hundred percent sure you just thought it up, Doctor," I mumbled and removed the coarsest remains of flour from his face with the tea towel. He snorted as he endured my cleansing. Meanwhile he tried to steal one of the still cooling vanilla croissants behind my back. I hit him on the fingers in a flash.
"Ouch" he exclaimed outraged, then shook his hand and sucked on his painful fingers.
"You are to blame yourself," I replied dryly. I turned back to my dough, while the Doctor was fiddling around in the kitchen with his sound screwdriver and the radio, until suddenly Christmas carols sounded from the loudspeakers.
I was delighted to sing along and swing my hips through the kitchen. I didn't notice the Doctor's tender look. When I turned back to him, I grabbed his hand and asked him to dance with me.
"Oh no! I'm not dancing" he refused and stayed vehemently in place.
"Oh, come on. For me? Please" I begged, and I saw him giving in.
Finally also the Doctor was finished. I left it to him to shove the dough into the oven.
"If I have to bake the nut wedges at 180°C for 18 minutes, I can bake them at 1800°C for 1.8 minutes!"
"No, Doctor! That's not how it works!" But he was already manipulating the oven with his sonic screwdriver. All the faster he ducked away with the sudden jet of flame that came out of the stove and I too fell into cover. When he stood up again, he looked critically at his work.
"We burned them all," he said in surprise. For his outstanding intelligence he often did very stupid things.
"No, you burned them! Not me! I said that it was a stupid idea," I outraged myself.
I turned to the ingredients and inspected our supplies.
"We don't have enough sugar and flour for one more try." I pondered.
"I can still mix something together, don't you think?" The Doctor asked and rubbed his neck in shyness.
"I would hate to spend Christmas with food poisoning!" I replied laughing and gave him a kiss on the smooth cheek as he looked at me upset.
Summary: The Doctor and Stella go ice skating, but the Doctor seems to need a bit of practice. Of course, Stella is willing to help.
Natural History Museum, South Kensington 51° 31' 7.5252'' N 0° 7' 34.2048'' W London, United Kingdom, December 8th; 4.59pm
Hand in hand, the Doctor and I strolled along Cromwell Road. It had become much cooler in the last day in London and the icy winter wind came over the sea to England and haunted the course of the Thames until it hit London's skyscrapers.
The people were thickly wrapped in scarves and gloves. Jackets were closed, zippers zipped and coat collars set up against the wind. Noses were whipped, one coughed reservedly in arm bends and warmed oneself the hands at the punch.Winter had reached London, albeit without snow, and London turned into a city of Christmas splendour. On our way a Santa Claus had stood on every corner of the streets, warm drinks and gingerbread were offered and from every festively decorated shop the sounds of the Christmas carols resounded. I sighed and leaned my head against the Doctor's shoulder as our crossed fingers swayed up and down."Soon it will be time, Doctor. Just a few more days and it's Christmas. On December 25th it's time," I murmured and looked up into the cloudy grey of the sky. The Doctor hummed in agreement and we walked on. The blades of my skates were quietly jingling as they were dangling over my shoulder. The Doctor also carried them with him. His completely black and thus in strong contrast to my snow-white shoes."What are you looking forward to the most?" I asked excitedly and turned to the Doctor.
"Oh, I don't know," he replied and once drove his way through the hair ruffled by the wind.
"I think I'll just let myself be surprised and I'm curious to see what Christmas has in store for me this time. It never gets boring," he said with a shrug of his shoulders after some thought and finally smiled. When the decorated fir tree of the British Museum came into sight, he pressed my hand."Hm... I think we need a tree too, Doctor." I frowned.
"Oh no! No way! The tinsel was already at the limit, but I'm certainly not getting any plant cell tissue into my TARDIS! It could tear a crack into the space-time continuum! Imagine, we would travel with plant material! That is against the laws of time! After all, we could drag a disease into the past or the future that would wipe out the entire population of the earth!
"It is called Nordman fir, Doctor. Fir!" He moaned.
"I know how to call a fir, thanks a lot, Stella."
"But why not?" I came back to the subject of TARDIS and fir.
"The last Christmas tree near me tried to kill me, Stell! So thank you, no thank you."
I couldn't resist a giggle.
"What is it?"
"Nothing, nothing. Let's go now! The skates don't tie themselves up on their own" I ordered and we pushed our way through the crowd on the forecourt of the British Museum. Twilight had already set in, Christmas carols sounded, chains of lights sparkled and the smell of cocoa and spiced biscuits was in the air. The ice rink was lit in a variety of colours and many people were at the edge, warming up with a cup of warm punch and exchanging ideas. From far away the conversations pushed over to us and the Christmas tree shone. Happily I shone and also the eyes of the Doctors shone. I just loved ice skating. For me there was no better activity in winter. I have no idea if the Doctor could skate or if he only had these skates as a decoration, but I was very willing to find out. We sat down on a bench near the ice and tied our shoes. Wobbly we stood up and staked over to the entrance of the area.
My first foot stepped on the ice and quickly the second followed, before I already turned my first circle. But as I looked around the entrance, I saw the Doctor still holding on to the railing."Is everything all right?" I asked him gently.
"I-I, well, I haven't skated for a while and I guess I'm a bit out of practice," he explained to me between clenched teeth, trying somehow to keep his balance so it wouldn't pull the floor under his feet. His knuckles were white and his brown eyes looked tense. I stretched out my hand.
"Don't worry. I'll help you,' I said. Gently he released one hand from the barrier and placed it in mine.
"Leave the other hand on the railing for now" I instructed him.
"We're moving forward bit by bit now, yes?" I explained exactly. The Doctor swallowed, his larynx hopped, and he nodded timidly.
"We're moving forward bit by bit now, yes?" I explained exactly. The Doctor swallowed, his throat hopped, and he nodded timidly.
"Always put one foot in front of the other and glide! Just like that! He took his first wobbly steps, but I smiled encouragingly at him and after some time he became safer. For small stages he let go of the railing after a short time, but his hand remained in mine. "Well then! Go on." He laughed, whereupon he got into a skid, but we could just catch each other in such a way that we avoided a fall. A little later I let go of his hand inconspicuously and we were still doing our rounds side by side.
"Doctor! You can do it! I shouted, why he looked surprised at his free hand, then he laughed.
"I can, Stella! I can skate again." the Doctor laughed delightedly, then he turned a pirouette and almost ran over a little boy, whom he barely avoided. But then he fell on the ice and slipped in front of my runners.
"Ouch." he whined and rubbed his aching backside. I couldn't stop myself from laughing.
"Not so cocky, Time Lord," I said with a wink. I conciliated him with a hand. He grabbed it and promptly pulled both of us to the ground - or rather to ice - Surprised I stumbled over him and landed on the hard ice as well. The other people only made a bow around us, but paid us no further attention. I laughed and got back on my feet.
"Thank you also, Doctor," I thanked him amused. He just looked at me grinning crookedly.
"Well, what can I say, Stella? You're just a stunning personality." I kept giggling. This time I successfully helped him back on his feet. I noticed how ice-cold his hands were. "You are ice-cold, Doctor! Are you cold" I asked him worriedly.
"Oh, what. A bit cold, that's all right," he waved off. My skin rubbed his hands warm and I put them on my cheek while I looked at him. The blood had disappeared from his lips and he only wore his brown coat. I really appreciated that he didn't want to get out for my sake, but I didn't want him to freeze to death. I took my grey cap off his head and pulled it over his ears, so that only a few brown hair tips were left underneath. I winked at him. "What do you say we two professional figure skaters take a break with a nice cup of warm punch?
Hey everyone! I’m finally selling my TARDIS dress! It’s been worn about 5 times and is in great condition. The dress comes with the lantern headband as well! I’m asking for $60 plus shipping for the dress + lantern. Message me if you’re interested! Thank you!
