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Holy Moses it’s been a while. Since doctor who has started back up again and I’ve caught the writing bug I’m gonna try to be back on this blog. Like this post if you want a starter, shoot me a message, etc. also 13th doctor RP blogs come at me xD Long story short I’m back but not super active, thanks y’all
thenotchdoctor:
undermyprotectxon:
His gaze lost its anger, almost disinterested. If he had lost care for anything, however, it was for her thrashing and threatening. Now Notchy wanted to know what he had tapped into, what had been dredged that kept her body from giving up to him.
“Rassilon does not scare me,” he murmured, placing his hands at her temples. His grip held her still as best he could and he began to press against her mind with his own. “What are you seeing? Show me what you are running from.”
Megan screamed again but that part of her mind was open to him. Everything was black with a hint of violet, a smooth, dark chuckle ringing in her ears. Unwanted touches slithered up and down her body like snakes covered in thorns, and it was no longer just this evil Doctor she was trying to escape from. The touches grew firmer, more wrongly intimate. The darkness was closing in and then-
Gold. Beams of gold light shot through the darkness. Painful yes, but a different kind of pain. This was a pain Megan had experienced second hand exactly thirteen times before. “It’s happening...” she breathed, almost in a trance. She focused on that gold light, trying to break through the blackness of her memories. But even burning like the sun, the light vanished seconds later, and the darkness continued to close in, the laughter louder, the grip stronger. Megan could feel herself thrashing, but it was like moving her limbs through quicksand, with his laughter ringing in her ears and his hands holding her down.
“Oh my angel...” the Valeyard’s voice cooed sinisterly in her mind. “You’re not nearly strong enough to escape him... or me.” Megan screamed again, tears cascading from her eyes as she fought not to drown in the deep shadows of her memories.
bananasbadgirl:
undermyprotectxon:
Missy chuckled.
“The Lord President has always been a rule-breaker. Oh, the things I could talk him into back at the Academy. D’you know, I wouldn’t be surprised if he got his romantic tastes from me? In fact, I’m certain of it. The poor dear missed me after he killed me. Missed me so much he went out, found a replacement, and married him!”
She laughed again and slapped Megan’s desk heartily. It was an instant before the hand slammed down again and she hopped clean over the desk, skirts billowing. Missy spun along, only stopping when she arrived at the door. Whether she fully intended to leave yet was another matter.
Megan huffed as she passed Missy, collapsing wearily in her chair. She hung her cane off the back, resting her elbow on the arm and leaning her cheek against her knuckles. “There’s nothing you could tell me about the Doctor or the Lord President that would surprise me,” the Guardian responded dryly. “So if that’s your intent you can beat it.” A chill slid down her spine, was the room really that cold? Or was Megan simply that weak?
“What is it you’re really itching to tell me Koschei?” she croaked, a wry sort of smile on her face. “You didn’t break into my office just to banter about the Lord President’s romantic tastes. Or if you did, I’m disappointed. So what is it?”
thenotchdoctor:
undermyprotectxon:
He let go of her and stepped back, glaring at her writhing form with contempt. There was something at work here that would take more than a first go to get her under his spell, maybe an entity he had not come across or perhaps a trauma that ran so deep that his hooks could not yet take root.
“Megan,” he snapped. “Megan. Stop it. Calm the fuck down before you hurt yourself. What’s happening to you?”
“Let me go!” she shouted in reply. The friction from her struggles was causing the bonds to leave red marks on her skin. She could feel the numbing agent from earlier start to wear off, and the bullet wound in her leg throbbed painfully in time with her pulse.
“You untie me right now or I swear to Rassilon I will bring holy hell down on you!” Megan’s struggles were getting her nowhere, and she knew it. But now that part of his hold had been broken, she kept struggling for all she was worth. Her strength began to waver, but her eyes still burned with a defiant spark. “Let me go asshole!”
bananasbadgirl:
undermyprotectxon:
The smugness could have manifested and walked out the door to make a new life.
“Darling, when you help reverse the end of days who could begrudge a few tweaks in one’s favour? It was taken from him when he was overthrown and I did a little digging into the Matrix while it was undergoing repairs. Found it, patched up the little hole I made in the system, had a few disposables get through the security for me and ta-da!” Missy beamed at Megan. “You ought to be pleased. Without me your Lord President would still be flouncing off on his quest to fix the multiverse and next time he might have cracked your wee skull.”
Megan yawned as if she were bored, but in fact she was exhausted, and a wave of soreness had made itself known. “So I’m to understand that you’re doing us a favour?” She scoffed and muffled another yawn. “Yea, alright. Sure.” A pause. “You’re in my chair. Thanks for the visit but I’ve got work to do.”
She motioned with her cane that Missy should move. “And if he doesn’t know already, I bet the Lord President would love to know that you’re just sitting here in my office. So git.”
thenotchdoctor:
undermyprotectxon:
Notchy gave another terrible grin, relishing her words.
“Oh, courageous and honourable Megan. The only pain I ever mean to cause is both regrettable and something to which you can grow accustomed. It’s the pain of desperate desire, loathing that I am not always on hand to satisfy the aches I cause and that I can never belong to any one person. It’s the minor inconveniences of missing loved ones and your routine when I come to call, but I only ask for a little attention here and there. I am a wandering god among the stars, a trickster goblin like those the people of old would pay with honey or mead to gain good fortune.”
His hand squeezed Megan’s inner thigh and he purred in her ear. “But I don’t ask for honey.” That said, he claimed her lips in a kiss.
Far from increasing his hold on her, his kiss was like a bucket of icy water, waking Megan in part from this terrible dream. Her heart shot into her throat, and his face was not his own anymore. In her mind’s eye his hair had grown darker, dark stubble coated his cheeks, and violet hues radiated from his eyes that were merciless like black holes.
Megan could feel some of the fog from his control lifting, and even bound as she was, she tore her lips away from his and began to struggle again, pulling so hard at her bonds that they dug into her skin. She screamed, a desperate, manic fire in her eyes as she fought to get herself free.
bananasbadgirl:
undermyprotectxon:
“Goodness, two hells. As bad as all that, is it?”
Missy turned slightly in the chair, clasping her hands over her stomach and affecting exaggerated sympathy with a pout. She waited half a beat before continuing with her explanation.
“I was minding the office while you were away. I suspect you’ll have a few calls from people I shooed off. Everyone else was lovely. You might be waiting a while for Lieutenant Frex, bless her hearts. I sent her up the mountains for a green tattleflower.” Of course, such a plant didn’t exist, at least not on Gallifrey.
Megan huffed as she stared at the ceiling, counting to ten and willing herself not to whack Missy upside the head with her cane. Megan gimped to her desk and picked up the phone, paging one of her captains. “Recall Lieutenant Frex, she’s been sent on a goose chase.” It was then she noticed the metallic glove on her hand. “That’s the Gauntlet...”
A deep frown touched her face. “The Gauntlet of Rassilon. How in the name of sanity did you get your hands on it?”
thenotchdoctor:
undermyprotectxon:
His expression was almost loving. “Why not you? You’re beautiful and strong, so resolute in needing to protect the Doctor in his many forms. I don’t know as I’d like someone shadowing me in every venture but if you were my Guardian, oh the rewards I’d give you, the places I could take you. How far would you go for your charge, eh?”
Notchy stroked her cheek softly, with long-practised comfort.
“Are you as loyal as a TARDIS or do you stop a Doctor when they’ve been a bad boy?”
Where is Storm? she thought to herself. Who are you kidding, he isn’t coming to save you, another voice nagged at the back of her mind. You’re going to have to save yourself.
His touch was like acid, and little flames of anger began to lick at her insides. “If you bring harm to anyone,” she choked softly, his grip on her mind removing any real conviction. And yet the belief was so ingrained in her that they came out anyway. Megan turned her head to meet his eyes again, almost surprised at her own daring. “If you hurt anyone, I will stop you.”
A Pirate's Life
sliverofice-inhisheart:
undermyprotectxon:
“Yes, but… I thought I would have found it by now, but I miscalculated. Maybe we should go back to the TARDIS and come back when we’re sure where we’re going. Besides, who am I kidding? I’ve taken you to a million pretty places, it never stopped us from ending up in fights like these. It’s always the same thing.” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his hands shaking slightly. “It’s always me asking for more then you saying no then me somehow trying to fix things. As if asking you not to actively try to get yourself killed was selfish. It’s always me giving it my all to fix things. You think I want a peaceful boring life in a cabin with you? I’m the Doctor too! I want thrill and adventure and yes, I want to have a dangerous mermaid join us! But I’m trying to protect you because we have a son, a son too young to understand duty or honor when I have to explain to him how and why his mommy died saving the doctor. I’ve lost children, wives, family. You don’t get it. You probably never will. But I’m tired of fighting with you… And I’m tired of fighting for you. I’m just tired, Megan. An island isn’t going to fix our relationship. Nothing will. Love is just not enough to keep this relationship going any longer. We need more and love is all we have. I gave up so much for you, I fought so hard, I changed so much. And you never asked me to, I just did it because it was right. Because I thought you deserved better than who I was and what I had to offer. It’s unfair for me to ask you to do the same. But then it’s unfair for you to ask me to stay.“ he looked up at the stars, as if they could give him all the answers he needed. “You don’t remember, but I fell for you and you didn’t love me back. So I said: ‘Ok, I’ll leave and come back when I’m over you. You won’t even miss me because I’ll make sure to come in 5 minutes, but years older.’ That was a great plan, but you wanted to be loved so you didn’t let me walk away. And we had many beautiful memories together after that. But it was a very selfish thing to do, Megan. You don’t love me. Love is sacrifice. You just love being loved by me. You love that I changed for you. You love that I’m always there for you. You love that I plan all the dates and presents and dinners and breakfast. You love that when you break my heart, I somehow find it in me to feel guilty and make it up to you. But I don’t want to feel guilty for wanting more anymore. I’ve been with you for so long. And you lost your memories and we had to start all over. And now we’re stuck. I made a mistake asking you to marry me. You will never be the wife I need. It’s not because you don’t want to stay in a boring cabin with me and grow old. It’s because you would rather stand at the doctor’s side than mine. Because if it were him that was here and not me, you would have been more than willing to go on a mermaid pirate adventure. You would do anything for him. Just like I would have done anything for you. But now I have nothing left to give anymore, Megan. So you can either be stuck with the pile of shit I was before we met, a very tired pile of shit. Or you can walk away from us. Whichever you choose, don’t do it because of the love you feel for me or the fear of not being happy. Do it because it’s the right thing to do, and be honest with yourself.”
Megan’s urge to roll her eyes at him was only stopped by the pain in her heart, and by a nagging voice in the back of her mind that wasn’t Storm’s: things your husband cannot bring... She shook her head and took a step back, her face cracking like old wood. “Storm, we’ve had this conversation so many times. At this point I think you know what I’ll choose, and that I’ll choose to keep fighting for you. Because it’s not a choice, it’s who I am. I fight for the ones I love. But you know that. And I changed for you too.” Her voice softened, but the tone was more bitter.
“I spent less time with the Doctor, held myself back from fussing or getting myself in dangerous situations, I picked up mine and Tristan’s lives and moved into your TARDIS because it would have made you happy. And it made me happy too, I was happy to do those things for you, to see you smile...” She sniffed and wiped her eyes. “God I wish I could save you from this, I wish I could save you from your doubt and sadness and fear but I don’t know how. I’ve tried Storm, and it kills me to see you like this but... I think we both know the choice here is yours. You know I’ll fight for you and love you, always. But are you giving up for good this time? Have you really become the sad, bitter man on a cloud again? Don’t push me away...” She trailed off and gently took one of his hands in hers.
“Please love, don’t push me away for my own sake. We’re both better than that. You know that I’m with you ‘til the end. And this is not to make you feel guilty. But if this is it for us, and you’re the man on the cloud that I first met, the one that threatened me and my unborn son and then apologised...” She choked and forced out her last words. “I’ll walk away. I mean it, if it’ll make you happy I’ll walk away. But only if it will make you happy.”
thenotchdoctor:
undermyprotectxon:
“Shhhhh,” his voice melted through the air. “I’m not doing anything you don’t want. It’s okay. That’s it, just let go.”
Keeping his hand in contact with her, he ran it higher up her leg and he moved to brush away her tears with the thumb of his other hand.
“I would never hurt you, Megan. There is so much I can give you, so much pleasure, all your pain and worries forgotten. Things I dare to imagine even your husband cannot bring.”
He pressed his lips to her temple, hand paused at the top of her thigh as his wordless whispers continued to seep into her psyche.
Megan flinched from his kiss, her struggles growing weaker and weaker every second. His mention of Storm had made her heart shoot into her throat; where was he? Why had she been afraid of this man in the first place? Why had she been desperate to get away? He hadn’t harmed her, that much was certain. And maybe she couldn’t trust him now, but maybe it could grow in time. After all, it wasn’t like she was going anywhere.
Her struggles finally ceased, as did her whimpers. Her breaths were still shaky, but tears no longer leaked out of her eyes. “Why me though,” she asked softly. “I know you’re doing something in my head, I can’t stop it but I know what you’re doing. Y-you could have anyone you want, why me?”
A Pirate's Life
sliverofice-inhisheart:
undermyprotectxon:
Storm sighed before taking Megan’s hand. “You’re right. You’ve already been through a lot and I don’t wanna be the next person to put you in danger. That’s the Doctor’s job.” he said before letting go of her hand. “I haven’t sailed in a really long time and if this island was easy to find, it wouldn’t be special. But you’re right, let’s head back home. I’ll ask Captain Storm to take you to the island some day.” his voice was painted in disappointment. Maybe he had gotten too used to traveling with Darnise who would probably appreciate having an adventure alongside a mermaid as much as he did. But he also needed to keep Megan safe so heading home was the best option. “I’m sorry, Megara. Megan doesn’t trust you. We will be on our way now. I hope you find what you’re looking for.” he said to the mermaid.
“Storm wait-” Megan grabbed his arm as the ship sailed away, leaving the mermaid in her wake. She frowned at him, refusing to let him sulk away. “I still want to find the island. But I want to work with you to find it, not take a shortcut by asking a mermaid for help in exchange for whatever. This trip is for you and me to get to know each other and be around each other again. Can we do that?”
She gently led him to the wheel and placed his hands on it. “Where to captain?” she asked in a tiny voice. “We- we can go home if you want, but I’d really like to find the island with you.”
A Pirate's Life
sliverofice-inhisheart:
shadow-of-a-guardian:
“Anything within my reach… Except Megan, you can’t have her. She’s mine. Or the ship, I can’t give it to you cause it’s not mine. Well technically it is but not, it belongs to another me, long story.” he chuckled softly before taking Megan’s hand reassuringly, trying to ease her discomfort towards the siren’s presence. “Perhaps you’d like to join us on the ship? Unless you need water to survive, that is. I just think it would be easier to communicate face to face rather than shouting down at the waves. Then you can tell us what you want.“ then he turned to whisper in Megan’s ear. “If what she asks for is too much, don’t worry. In a few hours it will be dark and it will be easier for me to use the stars as guide. I promise I won’t let her put us in danger, I’m just curious about her.”
Megan frowned at Storm, staring at the boards beneath her feet. “She’s probably gonna want to eat you, or something really valuable that we don’t have.” A sigh slipped from her lips. “I just want to spend a nice day with you, with no danger and no creepy bargains with evil looking mermaids and no fighting.” She paused. “How badly do you want or need her help? Can you find the island on your own? ‘cause if you can I’d really rather just forget about her and keep going.”
When Megan entered her office on Gallifrey there was already someone sitting in her chair.
“Good afternoon, Chancellery Helpdesk, how may I assist you?”
Missy looked up from a virtual display and beamed at the Guardian, showing a surprisingly predatory smile.
“Oh, it’s youuu,” she chirruped. “You’re the one in charge, not the assassin one who hates herself. I see you’ve been making yourself busy mopping up the revolutionary stragglers. How’s the leg?”
@undermyprotectxon
It took Megan a few moments to process who had spoken to her, and a voice nagged that if she had been an assailant, Megan would most likely be dead. She still needed her crutch, but for different reasons. The bullet wound from River’s gun was completely healed, but there were myriad other injuries that were taking their sweet time to heal after fighting with the Cybermen. Maybe she was getting too old for this.
“What the hell are you doing here,” she grumbled to Missy, gimping up to her desk and frowning. “You’re one of the last people I want to see right now so what the hell are you doing here.”
Doctor, Doctor. Let it go. Time enough.
“Do you really think I’d just leave you here?”
“Actually, yea,” she quipped back, a smirk tugging at her lips as she leaned against one of the coral like pillars.
{ So as of right now for main verse Megan, the events of the pirate thread with Storm, the abduction thread with Notchy, and all of season ten have happened for Megan.
Until Christmas, she’s basically running on fumes, dark eyes clammy falling asleep at her desk you name it. So feel free to hit up a slightly delirious exhausted Guardian xD
Give this post a like if you want a starter for a thread, message me at @spaceycasey31 if you want to plot :D }
Charlotte's first conquest
sliverofice-inhisheart:
shadow-of-a-guardian:
Adric was sweating profusely, yet his skin was cold and pale. Arkytior was shaking beside him, searching for anything that could help in her med kit, yet her sight was blurry from the tears gathering in his eyes. “Whatever you do, don’t pull the arrow out of his chest. Charlotte, check if he’s breathing and check for a pulse.”
“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch.” Adric murmured, eyes closed and his voice raspy and weak. “The lights are too bright and the room too cold. G-get me to a h-hospital. I c-can’t feel my fingers.”
“Of course you can’t, you idiot! You’re losing a lot of blood!” Arkytior shot at him. “I think the arrow’s gone through your heart. I need you to stay conscious for me and don’t panic.”
“Which heart? How’s Charlotte, how’s Trist…?” his muscles tensed and his head pulled back as he began having a seizure. “He’s in shock! Charlotte, make sure he doesn’t hurt himself! Tristan, get us to a medical facility immediately!” she reached out to take Adric’s hand desperately, trying something she had never tried before in her life. “Come on, just take it, little brother. You can do this. Stay with me…” she begged as golden light began flowing from her arm to his. It was painful, it burned and she wasn’t sure if she was doing it right, but he needed it more than her. “TARDIS, we need that antidote as soon as possible. And antibiotics.” she ordered as the seizure ceased and Adric lay on his side unconscious.
The TARDIS hummed at the princess and her engines began whirring faster. Tristan ran from the console room. “I couldn’t land at a hospital that could treat him,” he gasped, “Charlotte I had to go back to your place on Alkali.” Seeing the rage bubbling on Charlotte’s face, he quickly added, “Look I know your mom hates mine but we don’t really have a choice!”
Seconds later, the antidote was finished, as well as antibiotics. Tristan darted to the vial of antidote, plucking it out of the synthesizer and transferring it to a syringe. “Come on Adric,” he growled, injecting the mixture into his arm. “Don’t you dare quit on me. This’ll hold you ‘til Shadow’s doctors can look at you.”
