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Date: 2011-02-05 04:59 am (UTC)Kamelion/vacuum cleaner
Closet Romance
(or Love Sucks)
It wasn’t really all that long after he’d become thoroughly lost in the TARDIS interior that Kamelion gave up all hope of ever being found. Hope was, after all, something that required great strength and fortitude of spirit to sustain and he was sadly lacking in those personality upgrades to his artifical life. Indeed, it was when he was woefully considering how foolish it had been to give the Master all of his lunch money that fateful day they’d met (for the Fortitude upgrade had been on the menu) when he accidentally wandered into a broom closet believing it to be a lift and found himself locked in.
Thankfully he was not alone. There was She. It was a slow and silent courtship, a long and languorous communion, then a gentle and tentative exploration of his beloved’s innermost motorizations. How sleek she was, how he loved to listen to her beater beat - and her breath! She breathed in as no other he had ever imagined, in and in and in and in and in and in and in. He wrapped her hose about him and lay content in her embrace, dreaming of the tiny pitter-patter of dust particles upon plastic, together for eternity.
Omega/Suzie Costello
Date: 2011-02-27 03:50 pm (UTC)His people are dead from a war beyond creation. He doesn't care - they abandoned him centuries ago. Stole his genius and left him to suffer at the heart of a black hole. On occasion he returns as if Kronos of Greek Myth, and like spiteful children the Olympians he birthed cast him back into Hades.
Suzie knows all about being used, about dreams she keeps getting told she's not meant to fulfil. She knows the Glove can work forever if she keeps trying. If she has to keep killing, so be it. Omega killed in the name of genius - sacrifices made to acheieve the greater good. He sees her promise beyond the mere human shell she inhabits. And if he's mad, so what? A little madness helps when you work for Torchwood, and helping Omega is little different. Her glove and his power... together they're unbeatable.
Besides, maybe she just has a thing for men with metal gauntlets...
Request: Frobisher/Peri, Amy Pond/Vincent Van Gogh, Jamie/Polly/Victoria/Zoe
Amy Pond/Vincent van Gogh
From:Mephistopheles Arkadian/Romana II
From:Lady Christina de Souza ('Planet of The Dead')/The Monk (Future Incarnation)
Date: 2011-02-27 04:31 pm (UTC)###
It's about six months after San Helios that Christina first runs into him, during her latest air-bus bound heist. She's about to nab the royal jewels of some country in East Europe when she finds a nervous yet attractive man in a monk's hood running down the passage in the opposite direction, desperately trying to hold all the jewels in his cloak. She's angry at the idea of leaving empty handed, yet the man screams out the same vibes she had when she'd met the Doctor - and yes, I did try and give up it up my sort-of lover, but it's so tempting when you have an ideal transport like mine - and she has to follow him.
Turns out he's almost the same. Except his ship looks like anything he wants to. And unlike the Doctor, he has no qualms about her lifestyle. On the contary, it attracts him enough to invite her on board. So once she sees the absurdity of a Red London Bus managing to fit into a Edwardian Cupboard they're off into time and space.
The Monk's far from being a good boy. He likes to meddle. For fun, not evil. See what things would be like if Nelson was a bit faster on the uptake at Trafalgar - all the while Christina's nabbing all those priceless coins and trophies of his. She lives off the thrills of the man who the Doctor so should be like, and with her not so subtle encouragement she turns the somewhat nervous meddler into a master temporal criminal.
The first time she and the Monk run into the Doctor - now with tweed jacket, bow tie and a deep frown - she tells him that not going with him was the best decision she had made for her.
She and the Doctor could have been great together. She and the Monk are made for each other - the ultimate Time Meddlers.
Request: Jamie/Leela, Monk/Rani, Fourth Doctor/Romana II/Sarah Jane
Jenny (from "The Doctor's Daughter")/Maria Jackson
Date: 2011-03-03 12:11 am (UTC)All things considered, Maria wasn't even surprised when a gorgeous blonde woman who looked to be about her age stepped out of the wreckage without even a hair out of place. That was almost normal compared to some of the other things she'd seen over the past six years.
The woman raised an eyebrow when she caught sight of Maria standing there. "Hi," she said brightly. "My name's Jenny. What planet is this?"
"Earth." Maria reached up and adjusted the settings on the locket she wore around her neck, a present from Sarah Jane on her eighteenth birthday. The force field around her glowed blue for a second as its power increased before turning invisible again. The blonde seemed harmless enough, but better safe than sorry. "You're on Earth.
Jenny laughed. "Earth?" she repeated incredulously. "Finally!"
Then she fainted.
Alan raised an eyebrow when he opened the front door and saw Maria standing there, a mostly unconscious Jenny leaning against her. "I thought you were heading toward New York?" he asked. "Shouldn't you be somewhere on the New Jersey Turnpike by now? Classes start back tomorrow."
Maria shrugged. "I saw her spaceship crash right after I got on I-95. I couldn't just leave her there."
"Spaceship?" Alan repeated slowly, stepping out of the doorway so she could get past. "She's an alien?"
Rolling her eyes, Maria half-dragged the still unconscious Jenny inside. "Apparently."
Alan sighed as he closed the door. "I'll call Sarah Jane." He paused. "This one's not another assassin, is she? I'm still trying to get my insurance to cover the last two explosions."
Maria quirked an eyebrow when Jenny woke up. "Hello again," she said, her right hand coming up to rest of her locket. "You're not an assassin, are you?"
Jenny tilted her head. "Not that I'm aware," she said, sounding curious. "Why? Do you get a lot of assassins here?"
Maria shrugged, reaching up to turn off the force field. "Sometimes."
"Huh." Jenny looked at her a little oddly. "You don't seem the type."
"Hey, it's not my fault," Maria protested. "Clyde and the Doctor were the ones who broke the sacred artifact on Rhinaexia Prime. Rani and I were on the other side of the planet at the time."
Jenny's eyes had gone wide again. "Wait, you know the Doctor?"
Maria nodded.
"Do you have a way to contact him?" Jenny asked. She was almost bouncing with barely suppressed energy.
Maria thought for a second. "Not personally," she said slowly, "but Sarah Jane can usually get in touch with him, and he usually answers when Martha calls."
Jenny clapped her hands. "Oh, you know Martha too!"
The next thing Maria knew, Jenny was practically sitting in her lap, doing her very best to snog Maria senseless. Still, she wasn't going to complain. She'd take that over assassins any day.
Requests: Anji Kapoor/Eighth Doctor/Fitz Kreiner, Amy Pond/River Song, Fifth Doctor/Tegan Jovanka/Vislor Turlough
Myfanwy/Ramsay The Vortisaur (Eighth Doctor Audios)
Date: 2011-03-06 12:01 am (UTC)###
The first reaction to finding one of your own kind when you least expect it is heart warming. But of course he's not quite like you, not entirely. He's pecked the odd human to pieces as you do, but at the end of the day, he's one species and you're another (pretty darn similar) reptilian aviator.
Still, he's as angry as you are when the curly haired loonie in the velvet jacket and his blonde haired side-kick interrupt your 'us time'. Mutters to you something about the girl being part of the web of time and how much he loathes the usual blue box treatment. You squark a rueful sigh as he gets carted off the roof by the twosome who interrupted your fun. No better than Jack Harkness, that one in the coat. Same sort of human, I swear.
At least you had the chance to hang out with your own sort for the day before heading back to the hum drum of the Hub. A pity... looks like the world wasn't made for a Vortisaur and a Pteranodon.
Requests: Myfanwy/Ianto Jones, Silurian/Sea Devil, Jamie/Victoria
Five/Tristan
Date: 2011-03-23 07:57 pm (UTC)Requests: Tristan/Ainley!Master, Five/Eight/Ainley!Master, Eight/Oscar Wilde
Eleven/Rory (dubcon due to sex pollen)
Date: 2011-05-07 08:23 pm (UTC)He was sort of aware of the Doctor babbling something about pollen and pheromones and not inhaling but it didn’t really make much sense. Nothing did, mostly because while the Doctor was explaining all of this, he was also very busily trying to remove all of Rory’s clothes.
Which was new. And surprisingly interesting. Possibly due to the pollen and the pheromones.
After that, the Doctor stopped explaining things. There was just a lot of kissing and sweating and touching and the whole thing was rather surprisingly pleasant and very enjoyable.
“Well,” the Doctor said afterwards. “Er … oops. Do you think Amy will be quite cross?”
“Yeah,” Rory said. “Yeah, I think she might be.”
Admittedly, he thought Amy might be quite cross because she’d missed it but one could never be sure about these things.
“Oh,” the Doctor said. “Um. Well, sex pollen, you know. It’s very complicated, very hard to resist, sex pollen, do you think we could maybe just not tell her? You know, cause she might be … well.”
Rory glared at him. The Doctor shrugged.
“Well, it was worth a try,” he said. “We should get back to the TARDIS before the plants go through another mating cycle. Also, you should have a shower. Don’t humans smell odd after sex, I always wondered why you don’t all notice it really, you all think I don’t notice … ”
Rory rolled his eyes and headed back to the TARDIS.
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Requests: Jamie McCrimmon/Rory Williams, Amy Pond/Eleventh Doctor, Clyde Langer/Rory Williams)
Mel Bush/Nicky Newman (From "Bang Bang-A-Boom!")
Date: 2011-05-27 09:51 am (UTC)"Er, well not really." He is taking this surprisingly well, Mel thinks. "My manager usually says it's not right to being doing anything with the pop girls. Besides, they'd only be screaming in my ear the next morning saying 'Oh, I've done it with Nicky Newman!' and I've never hear the end of it. Oh, and my mum would kill me."
"Well I'm sure your mum would be very proud that you found someone normal to talk to. Besides, I figured I owed you something nice and since you didn't want the massage-"
"Sorry Mel, its just that you going on about massages reminds me of what happened just before you knocked me out... All those jitters, all those fans, all the pressure..."
"And the Matter of an Angvian Personal Destructor lodged in your upper intestines? But's its ok. For all your complaining and your need to stress about some frankly pretty trivial things-"
"Hey!"
She elects to finish on a good note. "... For all that, you've been very helpful, Nicky. Thank you." And she gives him a peck on the cheek as she gets the rest of the cadet uniform on.
"So I suppose you and Commander Ballard will be off having new adventures then?"
She laughs slightly. "Well in a manner of speaking, yes. But before I head off, how's about that massage? I really do a good one..."
And of course he says yes. No one says no to Melanie Bush in the end.
Requests: Amy Pond/Amy Pond/Rory Williams, Romana II/Co-ordinator Vansell (From Various Big Finish Audios), Amy Pond/Donna Noble/Vislor Turlough
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Date: 2012-09-15 10:55 pm (UTC)Link to this fic can be found http://dodo-chaplet.livejournal.com/662.html (http://dodo-chaplet.livejournal.com/662.html)
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Date: 2012-10-07 05:59 am (UTC)"Drink, Please." The stranger said, in a voice that could have been commanding. (It also could have been begging)
Rory turned around confused, only to realize that the order was directed at the barista, whose bleach-blonde hair stood out in the dim light.
"Money, Fitz, have you heard of it?" Her sarcasm mixed oddly with her flat American accent, one that Rory had still not become accustomed to. He turned back to his post of watching Amy and the Doctor laughing outside the window, only to realize-
"They're gone!"
"Who, the guy in the ridiculous hat talking to the ginger bird? Yeah, they ran off. Why, she yours?" The guitarist next to him inquired.
"I don't think it's very polite of you to refer to her as 'mine' or 'his'" commented Rory huffily, not wanting to answer the actual question presented.
"That a yes then?"
"My fiancé."
"Eeesh." The guitarist offered sympathetically. Rory glared at him, wanting to provide a thousand arguments about how Amy had still promised to marry him, but they wouldn't have held against The Doctor.
He lowered his head.
The guitarist asked him something, but the words had blended into the chatter of the bar, and everything seemed far away.
"-I said, Do you want a drink?" The guitarist asked, this time loud enough so that Rory had no choice but to lift his head.
"Are you going to pay for it?" Early in his life, Rory had been pegged as the careful spender, something the lack of American money in his pocket had nothing to do with.
"...Sure." The guitarist grinned and looked towards the barista, who had moved on to the other side of the bar.
"Laura! Two beers!" She rolled her eyes.
"This is going on your tab, Fitz!" she called back.
"That's your name, Fitz?" Rory asked
"Yeah, I'm Fitz. I sing under the name of Fitz Fortune" He accompanied that with a sleezy wink that was obviously supposed to impress. Rory couldn't help but laugh.
"Rory Williams. You have a London accent?" He inquired.
"Yeah, I guess. Where's yours from?" Fitz seemed generally interested at this point.
"Leadworth."
"Never heard of it."
"Yeah, I thought so."
They both chuckled a little awkwardly.
"So that was really your fiancé?" Fitz asked.
"Yeah-" Rory was interrupted by Laura slamming two mugs of beer down in front of them. they both muttered a hasty thank you.
"Yeah, so... My fiancé Amy was the girl outside. She... She's a little conflicted at the moment."
"I can see that!" Fitz laughed, but stopped when he saw the look on Rory's face. "But seriously, why marry her if she's just gonna run off with Cowboy Hat?"
Rory looked down at the worn wood counter of the bar, wishing that he back in Leadworth.
"I don't know, I just... There was never a time when I wasn't going to marry Amy. She's so amazing..." Rory saw Fitz's disbelieving face and stopped. He felt unsure of himself again. why was he in this bar in California anyway? Couldn't he just as easily be at home, working at the hospital as usual? He looked at Fitz again. The guitarist stared back. He was very good-looking, but not in the way that Amy was beautiful. He wore a worn-down leather jacket and clothes out of the 60's, and looked like he never quite got the hang of shaving. He looked like he had been living the life he had proposed to Rory for quite some time. For a second, Rory wished he could lead an interesting life too... He wished he could-
"Rory?" Fitz asked.
"Uh- Yeah?" Rory jumped slightly, and turned pink.
"Would you consider me reallyn sleezy if I tried to pick you up in this bar right now?
The question normally would have offended Rory a lot, but on top of the beer he had now finished, he felt like everything about Fitz had been eating away at him. His appearance, how he talked, what he had said about Amy...
"More than really sleazy." He said, and his face gave way into a grin, all the while thinking 'what the fuck am I doing?' But he didn't feel hesitant, he didn't. He felt adventurous, he felt like the Doctor, like he could do anything...
and with that, he kissed Fitz straight on the lips. It went from there...
Requests (of crossoverness :): Castiel (from Supernatural)/Tenth Doctor, Jack Harkness/Jack Sparrow (PotC), Jack Harkness/Spike (BtVS)