koschei in the beginning

Third Wheel || CLOSED || impossible-gal


The Doctor entered the TARDIS, carrying the limo body of another man over his shoulders. Seeing Clara across the console, he gave her a look before simply saying “I’ll explain later”.

The two helped cart the man to one of the spare bedrooms before leaving, The Doctor going into explanations before Clara could even ask.

“Remember when I was so stunned that Missy was The Master? I had known her since we were kids and she would have always regenerated into a man. Well, he’s Missy. Or at least some past or present version of her. I faced off with this one in my past body. Sandshoes, from when the three of us all met up. He took over the world…and then he lost it. Of course his domination, but more importantly, his /mind/. Yeah, no form of his is ever really sane, but he…he hit a low point. And I know he’s tried to hurt me. As Missy, she’s even tried to hurt you. But Koschei has been there since the beginning for me, and I need to at least try to extend some kindness his way.”

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He’s curled together with his lover on one of the large sofas in the west wing of the TARDIS library; the Master’s legs drape across his lap, eyes closed and breathing slow. #The Doctor, quite content to be a makeshift pillow, occupies himself with a psychic puzzle cube he picked up over a century ago (and rediscovered this week hiding at the back of a supply cupboard). Not unlike a rubik’s cube, but operated entirely by the mind.

He’s just getting the hang of it, the colours and patterns on three surfaces of the cube beginning to align, when Koschei stirs. There’s a gentle puff of hot breath at the crook of his neck, followed by a tingling trail of kisses down the line of his jugular.

“Hmm.” It’s a low sound, deep in his chest, like a vocalised smile. Still, he refuses to break his concentration– he’s almost solved the blasted thing.

“I’ve got your number. You’re….. trying to….. di– oh.” He falters, the pattern on the cube flickering as Koschei finds a particularly sensitive spot just at the top of his jawline. “Distract me,” he manages, finally, though it comes out breathier than he intends it to. “It’s not going to work.”


Koschei and Baš Čelik

Recently I’ve been reading about Koschei, creature known in Russian, Ukranian, Polish and Czech folklore and I’ve noticed similarities to creature from Serbian folklore called Baš Čelik. 

About Koschei (taken from Wikipedia):
Koschei cannot be killed by conventional means targeting his body. His soul (or death) is hidden separate from his body inside a needle, which is in an egg, which is in a duck, which is in a hare, which is in an iron chest (sometimes the chest is crystal and/or gold), which is buried under a green oak tree, which is on the island of Buyan in the ocean.

Baš Čelik (my translation from the fairy tale):

“Far from here there is a tall mountain, and in the mountain there is a fox, in fox there is a heart, in heart there is a bird. In that bird lies my strength.”

Of course both can’t be easily killed, Baš Čelik’s fox will run away and take many other forms to hide outside of the mountain and in Koschei’s case If the chest is dug up and opened, the hare will bolt away, if it is killed, the duck will emerge and try to fly off.

Koschei’s name essentailly means bones, so he was probably made up of bones, had some sort of a boney look, while in Baš Čelik’s name čelik means steel, implying he’s made of metal. The beginnings of fairytales “Death of Koschei the Deathless” and “Baš Čelik” are quite similar. Both Koschei and Baš Čelik are locked in a dungeon and a prince, protagonist of the tale walks in even after being warned not to do so. In both stories, the magical creature begs prince for three buckets of water which regain it’s strength. They both kidnap princes’ wife and disappear. Stories then differ featuring different creatures from Slavic mythology - in Russian version Baba Yaga appears as a helper and in Serbian it’s dragon, azdaja (on wikipedia they translated it as slavic dragon, but that’s not quite correct) and an a giant falcon. In the end both Koschei and  Baš Čelik are killed.

Fic: Dutch Courage in Desperate Times

Summary: Inspired by a dream and written off the back of 3x18 ‘Bleeding Through’. Rumpel succeeds in re-taking his dagger and reunites with Belle, but the battle is only beginning…

Rated: T

Note: The reference to Koschei comes from my Miran’s theory that Koschei the Deathless (a famous figure in Russian folklore and fairytales) rules the Netherworld. 

 Dutch Courage in Desperate Times

 Rumpelstiltskin takes a sizeable gulp of wine, swilling it around in his mouth for a long time before swallowing. It’s not out of any desire to be a master sommelier (the vintage isn’t that good), more the need to completely coat his tongue and teeth in anticipation of what he’s about to do. He never thought of himself as a man who particularly required Dutch courage, but Zelena is enough to drive even the most sober to the drink. The alcohol is enough to loosen his tongue at least, and the words come as easily as they ever did to him as he moves around the table towards her. She listens, gladly, because they are words that she wants to hear so desperately. After so long feeling unloved and unwanted, his attentions are like a balm to her ego.

 Belle, forgive me, this is the only way.

 He doesn’t hold back, doesn’t give her any of the tenderness or affection he gives to Belle as he presses his lips to hers, just a raw lust that he doesn’t feel. He remembers Cora; there was little to no love in that union either, now that he comes to think of it, just the heady darkness of desire and attraction to the forbidden.

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