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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan
Characters: Thirteenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Yasmin Khan
Additional Tags: Thasmin Week 2026, Day 3 Undercover/Dance/Masks, Yearning, Angst, Fluff and Angst, First Kiss, The Doctor (Doctor Who) Needs a Hug, Gratuitous Historical Clothing Descriptions, Yaz is too pretty for the Doctor to function
Series: Part 2 of Thasmin Week 2026
Summary:
The mission is simple enough. After receiving a distress call from someone hiding their partner from space bounty hunters in time, the Doctor and Yaz need to infiltrate the diamond jubilee masquerade ball held at Devonshire House in 1897.
Get in. Get the girl. Get out.
Simple enough, except for the Doctor's own feelings—the very ones she'd told Yaz they could never act on—getting very much in the way.
when it's over (you're the start): a fic for thasmin week, day two: second chances
Two years after Joss Smith broke up with her, Yaz wished for the world to stop. And it has, but not in the way she wants.
Now she's stuck living the same day over and over again, with no idea how to get out.
But then an accident sends Joss crashing into the time loop, and back into Yaz's life.
With no one to turn to but each other, Yaz and Joss grow close again. But the more time that passes, the more questions haunt Yaz. Why doesn't Joss want the loop to end? What really tore them apart two years ago? And most pressingly, what happens if they never make it out?
in which yaz gets stuck in a time loop with her ex.
this is another multichapter bc i have no restraint and am apparently turning into my best friend
the fact that it’s been well over four years now and my brain is Still cookin’ up thasmin fic ideasssss god there’s so many stories and so little TIME I just wanna write
between the spirit and the dust: thasmin week, wild west
Division is coming.
Yasmin Khan doesn't have much: a house, a sister-in-law who hates her, and a dead husband who left her no inheritance, no salvation. And Division—the gang of bandits that rules much of the frontier—is coming to Arcadia. Not even Becka Savage can save this town from the outlaws and—without her husband or her family—Yaz is stuck.At least, she wasuntil Cassidy Smith breaks into her house, looking for a doctor, and Yaz is thrust into a chaotic web of danger and violence but she can get the one thing she's always wanted, the one thing that was taken from her from the moment she married Danny Biswas—
Freedom.
since the hiatus just started, I would like to make January 20-26th thasmin week! You may post your fics anywhere you want! You don’t have to post on ao3.
Prompts!
Sunday: Hurt/comfort
Monday: First date
Tuesday: AU (can be any AU you want)
Wednesday: Angst
Thursday: Yaz and Thirteen go to pride
Friday: first kiss
Saturday: first time saying “I love you”
Please reblog so that more people can see this post so they can participate if they would like!
The Doctor and Yaz find themselves inadvertently in the middle of Sheffield Pride. Originally written for thasmin week 2019 with the prompt Yaz and Thirteen go to pride
“Wait, are we actually back in Sheffield?” Yaz asked, peering out of the Tardis and taking in her surroundings. “You actually got me home on the third try.”
“Oi! I said I’d get you home, didn’t specify the number of detours we’d make first!”
“Guess the third time really is the charm.” She smiled as she stepped outside the Tardis and lifted her arms. “Feels good to be back home.” She looked over at the Doctor, who suddenly looked quite small. “Fancy a cuppa?” She asked, pointing her head down the road. “There’s a really good café just down the street.”
The Doctor brightened. “Sounds brilliant.” The Doctor took the lead and Yaz fell in line beside her.
“Wait…does something look different to you, Doctor?” Yaz asked, tugging on her friend’s sleeve to bring them to a halt.
“Not exactly an expert on 2019 Sheffield Yaz.” The Doctor chuckled. “Hey, there’s a group all dressed up in rainbow.” The Doctor pointed out the group marching towards them.
A girl decked out in glitter and rainbows handed them each rainbow flags. “Happy pride!” She called out before skipping away.
“Doctor, did you just land us in the middle of Sheffield pride?” Yaz asked with a laugh.
“Not on purpose Yaz.” She defended. “Although I’ve never been to a proper pride parade.”
“Well, now you have.” Yaz stated as she handed the Doctor a flag.
“Ooooh,” The Doctor took the flag and waved it in her usual child like wonder. “Rather like it.” She stated as she took in the mass of people around her.
Yaz smiled and shook her head as they fell into place in the middle of the pack.
The Doctor was grinning from ear to ear, quite eager to participate in the whooping and hollering the others were.
The Doctor nudged Yaz shyly. “Come on Yaz, where’s you pride?” She winked, so quick that Yaz thought she had imagined it at first.
Yaz jogged to catch up with her friend.
“This is brilliant Yaz, proper brilliant.” She turned, motioning to the throng of people. “All these people, they’re so happy….so proud.” Yaz rolled her eyes at the pun. “Oh Yaz, this is why the human race is absolutely brilliant.”
Yaz lagged behind, caught up in her thoughts. She’d been to plenty of prides before with her mates, but this time seemed different. She was more hesitant, less vocal. Then it hit her. It’s because the Doctor’s here. I thought the Doctor would be embarrassed. Surely something as simple as pride wasn’t needed or done on alien planets. Surely the Doctor was above something as mundane as a human’s little celebration of diversity. Except she wasn’t. She was right in the thick of it, chanting and grinning as loudly as anyone. Yaz grinned as she caught up to her friend once again, falling in love with her friend a little bit more.
“Yaz, there you are.” The Time Lord turned to face her friend. “Are…are we supposed to be holding hands?” She whispered loudly, nodding to the people around them.
Yaz blushed. “I mean…we don’t have to…but…we can if you want to…” She added the last part quickly, a rush of words.
The Doctor raised her eyebrows before shyly looking over at Yaz. “I think I’d like that Yaz.”
Yaz grasped the aliens hand softly, hesitantly.
The Doctor blinked, looking down at their hands before grinning over at her friend. “That’s quite nice, isn’t it?”
“it is.” Yaz agreed with a smile as they continued marching on with the pack.
“Can we get some fish and chips afterwards?” The Doctor asked, now clutching Yaz’s hand quite tightly. “Fancy some good old fish and chips, and I know the best planet to find some.”
Yaz smile over at her friend, overjoyed at how happy the Doctor made her. “Sure Doctor, that sounds amazing.”
(thw pt.4) Yaz’s cramps prove that you can sometimes create trouble for yourself by being too pure and good but all’s well that ends well… Written for prompt ‘angst’ in thasmin week 2019, enjoy!
A/N: Can you believe this took me an hour to write (not bad) but took a day to post? Grr, tumblr mobile :/ Anyway...
Cramps can curl up and die.
They're horrible and cruel and Yaz hates them to Ranksoor Av Kolos and back.
Even though she's well aware of the biological functions of cramps and all that, she can't help but hate them for the pain they refuse to stop giving her.
As it is, she's currently curled up on her bed, her body almost folded around a pillow she barely registers as she hums to herself, her eyes staying firmly shut as she blocks out the offensively bright light.
She'd planned to meet the Doctor tonight and now that plan's gone down the drain. It doesn't really matter, she knows that, because the Doctor is an actual Time Lord and the two of them can meet at any point, but it's more a matter of principle than literal events.
She'd been looking forward to this for the whole week. It had taken them four stressful days to solve the issue of those funny-looking little creatures whose names she cannot formulate no matter how hard she tries, and the Doctor had decided she'd give them some time in their ordinary lives before inviting them to another distant planet for an adventure.
She'd wanted to spend a nice, peaceful evening with the Doctor because their relationship - which she's pretty sure is more than friendship but she does need to confirm that with the Doctor just in case - is something that brings her happiness but no, she had to go and acquire cramps today of all days.
When seven o'clock rolls by and rolls past, Yaz groans and shifts so she's now facing the wall, not the window where the Doctor usually appears, pre-invited or not.
A minute and a half later, she's back to staring at the window, fiercely glaring at it as if it's in league with her cramps and responsible for all her problems.
Ten minutes later and remorse nags at her; she can't actually command her body to move and she feels bad standing the Doctor up when she'd been the one to organise the whole thing anyway.
Twenty three minutes later and she's starting to worry because the Doctor is usually overly punctual with this sort of thing and what if something bad has happened to her while Yaz is just lying on her bed, doing nothing?
Thirty three minutes later sees her getting angry; isn't she even worth checking up on if she's missing?
Thirty four minutes later, however, she's berating herself for even thinking that. The Doctor has repeatedly told her that she's one of the most important people in the universe and that she is worth everything and then some; how can she even doubt something as heartfelt and sincere as that?
Fifty two minutes later, she realises that she'd literally frowned herself into a restless nap from which she wakes with something heavy and uneasy settling in her stomach. Or maybe that's just the cramps…
An hour later and there may or may not be tears in her eyes but there's nobody else to see her and bring about embarrassment so it's fine.
Seventy minutes later and she's genuinely unsure what to feel. She's starting to doubt whether or not she'd been thinking of the right day at all. What if this was all a misunderstanding and she was overreacting like an immature toddler?
Just as she's about to give up and flop onto the floor in attempt to be sure of something - the floor is usually a constant in her life, except that one time the Doctor had taken them to a planet where floors were outlawed - and try to clear her mind, there's a subtle commotion outside her bedroom door.
She frowns, clutching the pillow a little tighter and staring at her door, attempting to try and figure out what's going on behind it. She can hear her mum talking to someone in an attempt at a hushed voice but she's not really sure what's being said or who it's being said to anyway.
A couple of minutes later, just as her cramps worsen and she squeezes her eyes shut, clenching her jaw, there's a small knock on her room door.
The pain takes a second to pass, after which she squints at her door, wondering if she'd imagined it due to her pain- but no, there it is again, determined but… shy?
"C'm'n," she manages, well aware that she's just broken every law of the English, most importantly the one that dictates you actually need to use words, but she doesn't really care because it's probably her mum offering her tea and her mum knows her well enough to know what that means.
Except her mum says nothing as the door is pushed open. Weird.
"Yaz?" a hesitant, gentle voice asks, and a familiar face that definitely does not belong to her mum pokes itself into her bedroom.
Oh.
Oh.
"Doctor?" Yaz exclaims, then winces when that somehow upsets her insides.
A look of panic flashes across the Doctor's face and she's kneeling by Yaz's bed in an instant, a cool hand on Yaz's forehead.
Without meaning to, Yaz lets out a relieved sigh, the coolness of the Doctor's skin a change from the way her skin seems to be burning the pain away. It's just cold enough to settle her nerves without causing discomfort.
Only then does she notice the faint smell of damp.
Yaz glances up properly for the first time and gasps when she realises the Doctor is just one step away from being soaking wet, her beautiful hair still beautiful but curled and dripping ever so slightly, and her clothes slightly damp, which seems impossible but it's likely she'd dried them as best as she could with the sonic to avoid getting Yaz's mum's new carpet wet.
"Hi, Yaz," the Doctor murmurs softly, leaning forwards and placing a soft kiss on Yaz's cheek.
Blushing, Yaz pushes aside the way that soothes her pain and looks outside, chiding herself for not even remotely realising how heavily it's raining. "Were you outside?" she mumbles.
The Doctor looks at the floor bashfully before shrugging. "I used to- I mean, I've had a few, uh, friends? Do you call them friends? Oh, that's not important, I mean to say I know that people like to take their time getting ready, right? I thought you were just doing the same so I-"
"For over an hour?" Yaz interrupts, her heart breaking slightly at this revelation of how the Doctor had been patiently waiting in the harsh rain for her.
The Doctor shrugs again. "It's not like it'd be the first time. I'm so sorry I didn't realise you were here! And in pain! You must think I'm so rude, mustn't you?"
Yaz shakes her head, despite the waves of pain that travel through her at the movement. "No, no, I thought- I thought you'd become preoccupied with something more important…"
Even as she says it, she knows it's a mistake. The Doctor's eyes flash with something so sharp, so intense, that it can't even be called plain old hurt anymore. Immediately, she opens her mouth to apologise but the Doctor shakes her head softly, simply pushing Yaz's hair away from her eyes with a small smile.
"Did I forget to tell you that I care for you more than most things in the universe?" The Doctor asks gently, something like regret laced in her tone.
That stings almost as much as it warms her heart.
Yaz's eyes water again; she'd messed up. She's messed up so bad and the Doctor is hurting and it's all her fault because she couldn't tolerate stupid little cramps when the Doctor had done so much for her and she wishes she could go back in time and undo the past hour she'd wasted because she was so childish and-
"Your mind is spinning lies about how you've done something wrong, isn't it?" The Doctor asks, raising an eyebrow. "I can practically hear how hard you're overthinking this."
Yaz just shakes her head. "Doctor, I'm so sorry, I-"
"I know," the Doctor assures her, and Yaz manages to believe her.
Another small kiss planted on her forehead later, the Doctor smiles widely. "So, how about some confusing stories to distract you from your pain?"
Somehow, Yaz lets out a weak, grateful chuckle. "That sounds perfect, actually."
"So it sounds like you?" the Doctor asks innocently, as if that wouldn't cause Yaz's heart to skip a beat.
She half-heartedly elbows the Doctor, an unstoppable smile on her face as the two of them settle, Yaz curling around an actual human- uh, actual Time Lord this time, rather than a pillow.
"I'm sorry," she mumbles again, locking gazes with the Doctor for a second before finding her hand and running her index finger over the small scars on her hands. It's become a habit of hers to do so, she's not even really sure why.
A moment later, the Doctor replies with: "I love you too."
Suffice to say, hearing those words is definitely worth the occasional torment of their awkward love.
