11thDoctorXreader: Written In The Stars (Special)

Cards.
No.
Flowers.
No.
Chocolate.
No.
Cinema.
No.

How come the "Ultimate Guide To The Perfect Valentines Day" only accommodated for boring cliché human activities?
The Doctor sighed, throwing the book far into the TARDIS's library, never to be seen again. He wanted to do something different. Something unique.
But after letting you travel with him in the TARDIS, what was left to show you?
He heard the loud thump of the useless book hitting a distant wall. Somehow, it made him smile, but then he frowned as instantly he became apologetic.
"Sorry Sexy." He whispered softly, running a hand over an exceptionally old bookshelf. He still had a very soft spot for his TARDIS, even if she hated you.
He wondered back to the control room, glancing carefully around each corner in case he were to accidentally find you, or you were to 'accidentally' find him.
But you'd only have to know where he was headed to find him.
And find him you did.
Or, more precisely, the Doctor found you sitting on a chair in the control room, watching him with a grin.
"Why are you grinning?" He asked as he folded his fingers nervously.
"Your face." You smiled.
"My face?" He looked puzzled, and it was too damn adorable.
"You're up to something." You stated, watching his façade fall down around him.
He composed himself very quickly.
"And what would I be up to?" He asked less-than-innocently.
"Something you don't want me to know about. You're a bad liar." You narrowed your eyes as if trying to figure him out.
"I can't be a bad liar if I'm not lying!" He demanded.
"That's a lie."
"No it's not."
"That too."
"No-..." He growled inwardly.
"What you up to?" You asked with a childish curiosity, swinging your legs. If the Doctor was going to lie, he needed to be specific.
"I'm..." Damn his blank mind. "I...am..." He was nodding slowly. You frowned at him.
"You are?" You lifted an eyebrow. His mouth gaped for a few moments as he tried to formulate an answer.
"I am...recalibrating." He nodded.
"Recalibrating what?" Your eyes deadpanned.
"I'm just recalibrating."
"No, ew, don't give me those mental images." You shuddered, trying to clear your mind. "You know what, I don't really want to know. Not if you're going to say things like that." You shooed him away with your hand, and he nodded as he scuttled off, feeling his face fluster uncontrollably.

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In an old fairytale, Hansel and Gretel had left a trail of breadcrumbs to follow to lead them home.
That's why, as you followed a trail of paper shards through the TARDIS, you weren't entirely sure if it was the Doctor's way of not-getting-lost.
However, you'd started to pick up the pieces of paper as some had lines on it, and you wanted to see what it was.
The paper, you decided, had been purposefully ripped. You could tell from the feathering on the edges of the paper, and the angle at which they'd been torn at.
This is when you decided school had been useful for something.
The lines were hard to distinguish as only small fragments of crayon lines sat on each small island of paper, but it made you oh-so-curious to see what it had been previously.
As you collected the pieces of paper, you started to see a shape form on what you assumed to be the centre of the paper.
You couldn't wait.
You stopped and built the jigsaw of paper, kneeling on the floor to do so.
"Oh-..." You gasped, staring at the almost child-like drawing with a small smile growing on your face.
Drawn with a red crayon, it looked like the Time Lord had attempted to draw a self-portrait with you included, the stick figures holding hands happily. Your stick figure was holding something in her free hand though, and you admired the picture closely before you managed to decode what it was.
A pair of hearts, which you assumed were the Doctor's. His hearts belong to you...
Your face softened considerably, tracing a hand over the fragments of the drawing that you'd pieced together on the floor. It melted your heart, but it made you think. Why had he left a trail of paper through the TARDIS?
Maybe he was trying to lead you somewhere.
You nodded in agreement with your brain.
You gathered the pieces of paper and shoved them in your pocket, promising to tape them together later so you could keep it, and stood up, circling around to see where the Doctor wanted you to go.
It was pretty obvious where he intended you to go by the large sign on the wall next to a door.
IN HERE PLEASE (AND SORRY FOR THE CAPS) ------>
You laughed, smiling at the red crayons continued use and at the small heart scrawled in haste at the end of the sentence.
And after a small pause, you pressed the button to open the door.

It was dark. Very extremely dark. You couldn't see a thing. But nevertheless, you took several slow paced steps forwards, your senses heightened to involuntary high levels. In anticipation of the door closing behind you, your stature became instantly less defended and more nervous, attempting to keep your eyes opened as the light disappeared.
You couldn't see a thing.
"Doctor...?" You asked, your voice echoing slightly.
Okay. Not just a dark room. A big dark room.
You took another step and felt very off-balance, wobbling slightly. You decided against walking.
Just as you were about to speak again, a small glowing light hovered on the distance. It fluctuated in its static position, almost like it was burning.
Another. And another. And another appeared around the room. Each one was a slightly different colour, lighting up the large dome-like room like a planetarium-
"Oh..." You looked around you, and it seemed like the sky had lit up with stars around you, surrounding you and lighting your way. You grinned, reaching out to a star and finding, to your distaste, that it didn't react. But it was still so beautiful.
Planets began to appear, grouping in little orbital clusters around the stars, alive with life. Earth was there, Midnight was there, Apalapucia, even Gallifrey...
The Medusa Cascade looked so beautiful against the dark backdrop of the room, and you walked through its nebula-like appearance with awe written all over your face, reaching out through the glowing dust clouds to fly amongst the stars, to feel like a part of them, to be them.
You began to notice galaxies stretching across the whole of the room, alive with activity and swirling together to form the biggest clusters of everything and more. Blues and reds and pinks and greens and purples pushed through the darkness, lighting your way to walk amongst the stars, making your journey all-the-more spectacular.
"It's only a hologram." The Doctor's voice said to your right. You startled, turning your head to him as he slowly walked next to you.
"What happened to a magician never revealing his tricks?" You smirked. He hummed slightly, glancing at his feet with a knowing smile. He began to walk ahead of you, and you waited and watched.
"You. Are wonderful." He said blankly, lifting his head to look at you as he stopped a few metres away. You didn't know what to say to that, so he continued.
"You are human." He pointed at you. "I'm not. Now being a Time Lord, I've not given much care or interest for many human traditions, but you have had an effect on me. You've made me more human, and I think that could be considered a good thing. Also, you've stopped me talking to myself lots, which could probably be considered a good thing too. Unless talking to myself helped me think, which it might, but I don't know, but I think I know that I don't-"
"Doctor."
"Sorry. Talking to myself." He smiled, pausing. "Apart from making me more human, you fascinate me with your love of the universe. You find everything so wonderful and amazing and beautiful, and suddenly, things I've seen a million and six times before are so much more amazing again. Like I'm seeing it with fresh eyes. With your eyes." He stepped closer, only slightly.
"Now that has made me young again, And the problem with that is the fact that I'm starting to understand things like you do. See things like you see them. Feel things like you feel. Which is annoying, to say the least." He shook his head with the last sentence, looking slightly to the left. You suppressed a smile at his ruffled hair. He fluffed his hair back promptly.
"Which means I've found new meaning in things. Days. Events." He looked so awkward now. You thought back to the picture in your pocket, and how he'd so childishly scrawled his picture of him and you.
"Valentines day...?" You tried. He nodded, blushing slightly as he ran a hand through his hair. Stardust and stars continued to fill the room.
"You see, I'm awkward about this. I don't know what to say, so I'll just say what I have to say before I think about saying it. You're my star, you've always been everything to me. I need you to light me up. I need you to provide me the warmth I so desperately need to live. And I love you." He gasped.
You gasped.
"Yo-ou l-love me? Me?!" You stuttered.
He ran his hands over his face nervously.
"I love you and I've always loved you and I really hope you feel the same way about me because now I'm really scared and I don't ever want to lose you and-" He stopped as you reached out, gently tugging his hands down and holding them in your own. He slowly brought his eyes to meet yours, and you couldn't help but smile.
"You gangly idiot." You laughed, swinging his hands slightly. "I've always felt that way about you." You hugged him tightly, hiding tears of happiness. He hugged you back, sighing and relaxing slightly in your arms from all his built up tension.
"You're not angry?" He mumbled into your hair.
"Course not." You grinned, squeezing him before standing back. The Doctor smiled down at you, running his hands down your arms and briefly linking his hands with yours before turning you around so you were facing away from him.
"Look." He whispered, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder. You folded your hands up to hold his arms.
The stars had aligned into something so spectacular, so amazing, something that the Doctor could never say himself without cringing madly.

Will you be my valentine?

You felt a tear roll down your cheek, staring at the stars that looked so real, so alive, and you turned your head and looked at his heart-melting face gazing at you hopefully. You nodded with pursed lips, spinning and hugging him tightly as you shut your eyes, feeling his arms wrap protectively around you. You breathed in, his familiar scent making you content in the knowledge that it was most definitely him.
"I love you." You almost cried as he reached up a hand to lift your chin.
"I really do love you." He smiled softly, his green eyes never leaving yours. His face gradually came closer to yours, and he placed a chaste kiss on your lips.
One which you quickly returned. But less chaste.
"So valentine, what shall we do now?" You grinned, standing back.
"I don't know, valentine, what shall we do now?" He beamed.
He grabbed your hand.
And you ran together.

And you never stopped running...