2: “I just want to let you know that I love you. A lot. Never forget that.”

19: “What? No, I never said that…”

Hoo boy, what can I make outta these two!

On with the fic!

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Visiting has become a bit less frequent over the years, not because the Doctor was avoiding Malcolm, it was just the TARDIS seemed wary about stopping on the island. She kept sending him back further and further into Malcolm's past on the island, as if she were avoiding keeping him closer to...

Well, to when the timeline of the prophet could go from bad to worst with one simple thing going wrong.

Oh! I like that! :D

Warning: implied homophobic comments, queer used in the sense of weird

On with the fic!

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"I tend to come here in the afternoon, but I never pass up breakfast!" Aziraphale smiled as he walked alongside Phileas up the front steps of the Reform Club.

"Well, I figured since you are working in your shop, you won't be here all day." Phileas replied, removing his hat once inside, giving it and his coat to the hatcheck man at the front desk, Aziraphale following suit. "And I'd like to spend more time with you." He quickly added on, quietly, but Aziraphale still seemed to have caught it, judging by the glowing smile on his face.

"Oh, you're just a dear, Phileas." He laughed, giving his shoulder two small, quick pats before they returned to walking, going up the stairs and to the doors of the club.

Oh, anon, that is so deliciously evil of a prompt for this ship!

Let's say this takes place right before Thomas comes to the island, so when things are getting bad and Malcolm is becoming desperate to save the island.

Warning: possible breakup, I'll leave it up to you guys to see it how you want

On with the fic!

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The Doctor arrived at a bad time, he could tell the moment he stepped from the TARDIS.

The air smelled wrong, and tasting the soil was like eating something that had been contaminated. There were dying plants about, and the island felt like it was sick. It had felt like this the last time he had come here around this time, but it had been at a stage where things could change, it could get better.

Now it felt like it was nearing the point of no return, like the timeline splinters the Doctor had visited. The one where Malcolm was killed and Quinn won, or the one where Malcolm was the new God of the island.

I love that pretty much 99% of the content I write for Malcolm involves hurt/comfort or straight up angst. :D

Warning: depression, mentions of death (Malcolm's wife died in the movie before the events of the story, but for the sake of my silly au, he wasn't married, but he did have a girlfriend)

On with the fic!

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The Doctor felt a sense of melancholy in the air long before he found Malcolm when he arrived to the island.

The man looked terrible, well, not really, but emotionally terrible. He was exhausted, his eyes had dark bags under them, and he seemed to have lost much of his enthusiasm and passion.

There was also the addition of a baby in his life.

Oh boy, Phileas is in for a world of surprises, and not the good kind.

Warning: injury (Phileas still has an injured arm), manipulation in the form of kindness, the Goddess does some freaky, spooky stuff for a moment 

On with the fic!

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It had been three days since Phileas arrived on this island, and had been well taken care of by the leader of the island's village. Malcolm was a very kind, polite man, who seemed so keen on helping Phileas out before they could take him back to the mainland.

'It will be some time, I'm afraid,' Malcolm had told him, 'we do not often go, and when we do, it is on select days. But for the time being, rest will help your injured arm.'

He looked at the sling that held his wrapped up arm, a splint was now there to keep things in place, and while it was sore and tender, he was doing his best to keep it from getting worse. Still, Phileas felt a bit overwhelmed with the care he was given from his host, who had even invited him to stay in a spare room in his home.

I knew I'd get around to writing this sooner or later, haha, might as well do it now!

Warning: internal biphobia

On with the fic!

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Malcolm, at this point, had known the Doctor for three years. The Doctor, on the other hand, said he's known Malcolm for longer, and that things were always fluctuating between them.

Malcolm didn't understand what that meant, but he assumed it had to do with whatever it was that the Doctor seemed to be. He wasn't like Her, that much he knew, nor was he completely human. Maybe one day the Doctor would explain himself.

Today was not that day, but that was alright.

Hoo boy, this is very much out of my element, but considering that Martin is shown to kidnap and keep his victims alive for a while...

Alright, don't know if I'll write more after this, but let's give it a try!

Warning: kidnapping, banter, Martin is a huge asshole but we already all knew that, this could take place after the events of season two or could just be whenever, up to you

On with the fic!

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"You know, I don't believe I've ever invited any member of law enforcement over to my place before." Martin commented as he circled around the man he had tied up in a chair.

He was grinning at bit at the brunet before stopping in front of him. "It's almost kind of... kinky, you know?" He laughed, seeing the look on the detective's face. It made Martin's grin grow.