Request: Could I request a ten x reader fic where the reader and him have to go save another planet (the usual) and it has to do with crashing a fancy party/ball. So the Doctor and the reader end up getting all glammed up separately but when they both meet up at the door before leaving the yard is they’re both just in awe? Thanks again for all of the writing you’ve done! Hope everything’s doing good and life’s good for you! Stay healthy and hydrated love, take care of yourself! Bye!
Can you write about the reader first meeting the 10th doctor during a normal day? They unknowingly go into the TARDIS after work to make a phone call for their mother, only to find that it’s an unwordly box. And when he’s behind them, after some convincing, flirting, and him almost wiping their mind of that memory, they travel with him. (Was this request too long? I feel like it was to long.)
Please don’t plagiarize my work! Word Count: 2,000
The Doctor quickly covered your mouth with his hand.
“Trust me, love,” he whispered, voice deep, “that’s a sentence you don’t want to finish.”
Your eyes widened a fraction, stunned by this man’s boldness for a second before shaking your head. You took a step back, raising your hand to pull his own away from your lips, scoffing angrily as you did so.
“I’m not… not getting in that-that… thing!” You exclaimed, voice pitching slightly. “Listen…-”
“Doctor, I only meant to make a call. If I had known what I was walking into, I wouldn’t have walked into it.”
The Doctor shoved his hands into his pockets, shaking his head with a small smile, a rather cocky smile, as he took a step towards you. “You don’t really mean that,” he coaxed, eyeing you out of the corner of your eye.
Crossing your arms over your chest, you raised a brow. “I think I do.”
“But… isn’t it bigger on the inside?”
Your brow remained raised. “Well, that much is obvious,” you scorned, rolling your eyes. “I don’t even know who you are, besides the fact that your name is the Doctor. Doctor of what, by the way? You still haven’t told me.”
Shrugging his shoulders, the Doctor sent you a ludicrous smile. “It’s just the Doctor.”
“What do you mean nothing?” You snapped, taking a step forward in disbelief. “You have to be the Doctor of something. Not even that, Doctor’s have last names. Where’s yours?”
Once again, the Doctor replied with; “It’s just the Doctor.”
Scoffing, you turned your head to the side. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Not as ridiculous as you declining my offer,” he grinned cheekily.
“What even is your offer exactly?” You questioned, slowly turning your head back to face him. “You haven’t told me that either.”
“I’m a Timelord,” he announced, back straightened with pride as every bit of you was flooded with confusion.
“What’s a Timelord?”
“Lords of time,” he explained, taking a step over to the telephone box. “I time travel.”
Sending you a wink, the Doctor leaned against the blue box, his confidence never wavering. “Not for me it isn’t,” he baited. “This, here,” he patted the blue box, “is the TARDIS. She helps me travel through time.”
“Travel through time?” You questioned, the words feeling foreign and impossible on your tongue. “How… How is that…”
The Doctor extended his hand out towards you, palm up, fingers outstretch as he shined you with a bright smile. In that moment, he not only looked inviting but powerful as he whispered his next words. “Let me show you.”
Glancing back, you eyed the Doctor warily, hand left on the handle of the door.
Biting your lip, you slowly turned your head back around, leaning forward and pushing the door open. The first thing you noticed was how cold it was, and instinctively you pulled the ends of your sleeves further down, taking a hesitant step out of the TARDIS.
And, as if the blue box itself wasn’t enough to baffle your mind, you really were in a different place than in your hometown.
“We really did move,” you whispered, astonished.
The Doctor stepped out, shutting the door behind him as he took two long strides towards you. He pulled back the edges of his long trench-coat, shoving his hands into his pockets once more and smiling down at you, before eyeing the area around you. “Yup,” he exclaimed, popping the p, “we did.”
Slightly tired of his cocky attitude, you turned to him, crossing your arms over your chest and raising a brow. Your own little confident smirk grew on your lips, meeting the Doctor’s eyes. “Okay, we moved, but how do I truly if this thing can travel through space?”
Raising his hand, the Doctor pointed past your shoulder. “Just look.”
You turned, despite your better judgement. But the moment you had, you flinched back, a little scream leaving your lips; “what the bloody hell is that?” You screeched, eyes falling on the… alien as it peacefully walked past you.
It… It had spikes…
“A Vinvocci,” the Doctor explained after it had past.
“They look like cacti’s…”
The Doctor laughed, the noise surprising you as you turned your head away from the alien - the Vinvocci - to face him. As if realizing you were staring at him, the Doctor’s laughter died down somewhat and he dipped his head down to meet your eyes once more.
“You’re not the first to say that.”
“I’m not surprised,” you whispered. Slowly nodding, you looked around yourself once more, still astonished, before remembering something.
“Okay…” You spoke, slowly, “you can travel through space… but what about time?”
“Ah!” The Doctor exclaimed, nodding his head before taking a step forward. You followed behind him, slightly weary before turning your head, watching the Doctor pick up a paper of sorts, but it looked slightly different from the kind of paper you knew.
“Look,” the Doctor called, pointing to something on the paper. “1818,” he smiled, glancing at you, “there’s your proof.”
“If this is a different planet, how come I can understand they speak in English?”
“They don’t,” the Doctor shook his head, setting back down the paper, “the TARDIS translates it all for you.”
You nodded, slowly, taking a deep breath as you glanced around yourself, still stunned.
“You really are a Time traveler.”
“Give her back.”
The creature holding you clicked, it’s mouth moving but no actual words coming from it’s lips.
You felt your heart practically beating erratically against your chest, your breath laboured as you tried to remain as calm as you possibly could given your current circumstances. This… thing, had some sort of gun pressed against your neck, the Doctor a few feet away from you, pointing that screwdriver at the alien.
Fat lot of good that would do.
“I asked you nicely,” the Doctor continued, his voice oddly deeper than it’d ever been before.
There was a flash, a glint, in his eyes you’d never seen before. It almost frightened you looking into his eyes, and you weren’t sure what scared you most - the gun pointed at your neck or the look in the Doctor’s eyes.
Even if you’d only been travelling with him for a little bit, you knew he’d never hurt you. That look in his eyes was not directed towards you, but it still scared you. He always had such kind eyes. Eyes that made you feel safe and protected. But these… these eyes were different.
They looked aged. Wise. As if he’d seen things beyond his years.
“I’m warning you,” the Doctor miffed, eyes flashing once more. “Let her go.”
The alien only clicked in response, something you, again, couldn’t understand. It’s grip tightened somewhat, and the gun pressed against your neck was pushed harder against your skin. You coughed slightly, your breathing becoming somewhat struggled as the alien held you at gun point.
The Doctor took a step forward, screwdriver bleeping.
“Doctor!” You bellowed, feeling your eyes water with distress. “What the hell are you going to do with a bloody screwdriver?”
The flash left his eyes then, the Doctor’s meeting your own as a smile fell on his lips. You almost wanted to slap him, finding enjoyment in a situation like this.
“Oh, many things,” he whispered. “This is your last chance,” the Doctor continued, “let my Y/N go.”
The aliens grip only tightened.
“You leave me no choice.”
The Doctor started walking forwards, almost like a march and you felt your heart practically leap out of your throat. Just what the hell was he doing?
The alien seemed just as panicked and your eyes fell shut, clenched, as his finger pressed down on the trigger. You’re not sure what you expected, but you had at least expected something.
Instead, you felt nothing.
Slowly, you opened your eyes.
“I disabled your gun,” the Doctor grinned, shrugging his shoulders with feigned innocence. “Now, let go of her.”
The alien looked to you, the doctor and then to the way out. Before you knew it, you were being flung forwards, tripping over your feet as the alien made a dash to the exit. You would’ve fallen had the Doctor not caught you, cradling you in his arms.
His hand fell on your cheek, pulling your eyes on his as his worried eyes fell on you.
“Doctor,” you breathed, confused. “Doctor, what about-”
“It’s fine,” he dismissed, shaking his head. “We’ll find him later.”
“Are you okay?”
You blinked, looking back up and meeting his eyes. The glint was gone, replaced by the eyes you’d grown to know. You felt your racing heart calm at the sight, nodding your head slightly.
Letting your head fall against his chest, you curled into him, sighing.
“I really need to learn to stop doubting you.”
The Doctor turned, the sound of your voice immediately bringing a smile to his lips. Of course, the smile only brightened when he saw you. And.. what you were wearing.
“Do you like my outfit?”
The Doctor blinked, eyeing you from your feet to your face, lips parted in bafflement. Did he like your outfit? He loved your outfit.
“You look beautiful,” the words left his lips in a hushed whisper, still too speechless to say anything with full confidence. Nonetheless, his compliment brought a smile to your lips and you let out a soft giggle as you stepped forward, your heels clicking against the pavement with each step you took.
The moment you reached the Doctor, you grabbed the edges of his suit jacket, pulling on it slightly. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” you smiled softly, glancing up at him through your eyelashes. “Actually, you look handsome.”
The Doctor took your hand in his own, squeezing it.
“I’ve never been this dressed up before,” you admitted, smiling shyly up at him. “I feel quite strange.”
“Don’t,” the Doctor shook his head, mimicking your soft smile. “You look… fantastic.”
Shoving him lightly, you shook your head, biting your lip. “You always were good with words.”
“Isn’t that how I convinced you to come with me?”
“Yeah,” you laughed, nodding your head. “How long ago is that now?”
“A year, I think.”
“A year,” you whispered, blinking. “How the time flies…”
“Now then,” the Doctor spoke after a moment, pulling back to extend his out towards you, much like he’d done that day. “Shall we get going? I believe we have a ball to get to?”
“We shall,” you giggled, slipping your hand into his before something caught your eye. “Oh! Wait!”
Leaning forward, you leaned on your tip-toes, running your fingers through his quiff-ed hair to tuck back a strand that had fallen into his eyes. “There,” you smiled, “ready.”
You can’t expect me to just leave you.
With a heavy sigh, you looked up, glancing through your window at the stars above.
Your shoulders felt heavy, weighed with a burden that would never be lifted. And as you looked up into the sky, searching through the stars, you tried to search for the Doctor, for one last glance at him.
Oh, how you missed him…
A whole year had gone by. Half of the time you’d spent with him.
Sometimes, you wished you could go back, never walk into the TARDIS that day, so you’d never have to go through this pain again. But you knew, that despite all the pain, you cherished the moments you spent with him. And you would forever.
Even if it felt like a lifetime ago.
But I have no other choice.
You spent your days waiting for him, knowing he’ll never come.
You fell in love with the Doctor, just as he’d fallen in love with you.
But it hadn’t been enough.
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it rlly bothers me that in canon dw people regularly use the fact that no one knows the doctors name as a reason to not trust him. like it obv a cultural thing that only his wife knows!! i cant rlly remember that much canon abt the topic tbh but ive always got the impression that it wasnt a personal thing for him to keep it secret but like. a time lord thing. so it rlly irks me that people are like tell me ur name or else i dont trust u!! cause its a part of his culture to keep it secret bot his own decision like omg fuck off its unrelated