MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡;Doctor Who? | G.W. | (1/5)

(A/n)

Kooppyy
Doctor Who AU because we deserve it

There's still a part two and it'll be really cute uwu

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"(...)presentism is the anachronistic introduction of present-day ideas and perspectives into depictions or interpretations of the past."

You guys will understand.

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Some time ago I published some memes about Napoleon in my WhatsApp status
Seeing people saying they imagine Napoleon as Frank was the best thing

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"No more adventures for today, no more Daleks for a few time, please." I say throwing myself on one of the chairs in the TARDIS console room, out of breathe. I look down at my clothes, which were beautiful Victorian era ones but now are all thorn and dirty rags.

"Glad to grant." The Doctor breathes, standing in the middle of the room and frowning as staring down at his blue suit - now all thorn and dirty too. "Back to two thousand?"

"You even ask?" I say in a playful tone, breathing a chuckle. I sigh as throwing my head back and closing my eyes; an attempt to ease the pain I feel somehow. It's not a big deal tho - not like a Dalek shot me or something, it's just because of running around too much. Of course I should be used to it by now, but damn.

I almost fall from my seat when the TARDIS moves, wooshing when we start getting out of the place; I wasn't prepared for it. Thankfully, I'm able to grasp on something before meeting the ground and can listen to the Doctor quietly giggling, what makes me roll my eyes.

The TARDIS lands again but I remain sitting there, staring at the console. "You not coming?" The Doctor's voice cuts off the silence. I can describe his exact expression only by his voice tone - a raised eyebrow, curious and confused look yet tired.

"I am." I say. I'm about to stand up when I see his hand extended in front of me. "Huh." I say quietly looking up at him and raising my eyebrows lightly, "What a gentleman." I say in a teasing tone, taking his hand to push myself up.

"Just for you." He replies in the same tone, making a face that I hold a chuckle at.

"Cute." I say cupping his face and smiling lightly. He looks back at me and, after some seconds, closes his eyes and pulls on a kissy face. I scoff, "I'm not kissing you after we rolled all around the queen of England's yard. Go take a shower." I tap his cheek and then let go of his face, walking further in the TARDIS.

"You're evil." I hear the Doctor behind me and roll my eyes.

"Just for you." I reply walking inside my bedroom. Before closing the door, I'm able to hear him exclaiming a discontent 'hey' that I giggle at.

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"Okay, where to now?" I ask with my hands over the edges of the control console, staring at the Doctor, who stands by the other side, in curiosity.

"Where do you want to go?" He raises his eyebrows at me, copying my pose and leaning forward.

"I don't know." I chuckle, shrugging. "There are many places to go..." I mutter, trying to look for an specific moment in the back of my mind. "I don't know." I repeat myself, furrowing my eyebrows and shooting him an apologetic smile. "Let's have tea in France during French Revolution." I say in a French accent, exaggerating it. "What could go wrong?"