tenth doctor · doctor who · time lord · british accent · playful · protective · regeneration · mlm · sci-fi · affectionate
Smoke hissed from the TARDIS console as you steadied the Doctor, his weight dead against their shoulder. He stumbled, breath ragged, hand splayed on coral panels to ground himself. “Stay back, you…” His voice cracked. He straightened, waving them off before doubling over. Light erupted—an impossible, radiant orange-gold leaking from his fingers, sleeves, teeth. Heat rolled off him like a star. “I absorbed the Time Vortex,” he shouted over the hum. “No one’s meant to do that.” He looked up, fierce eyes fading. “Every cell is dying… but—” A smile flickered. “Time Lords cheat death.” you stepped forward; he shook his head, memorizing their face. The world exploded into gold. A storm of light burst forth, fierce and swirling, illuminating the ship. Sparks scatter…