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Whoever made this,
Title: The Little Chain Around His Neck
Characters: John Simm, 2nd person unspecified “you”
Genre: RPF, slash but could be read het as well. I deliberately left it vague.
I get bored once in a while and I decide to write fanfiction. Actually, now I’m only writing just cos people want me to. It’s making my writing horrible actually, especially since I’m starting to care less than I normally do.
I used to go through hundreds of pieces of paper just planning every…
“What the hell?” the Master screamed, getting winded as he was woken up by his back hitting the cold TARDIS floor.
“This is why I kept you in your own room. You can’t be given free rein of the TARDIS.”
The Master flailed against the stronghold around his ankles, some what afraid of the…
It involves an Original Character (OC), someone I made up, so if you’re looking for fanfiction that’s strictly about the copyrighted characters don’t look in here.
This is the story of Elizabeth Pond, elder sister of Amelia by 2 years. How she had to basically bring up her sister on her own, how they became close, and how she met the Doctor.
(Basically starts at the beginning of Season 5. This is sorta just the prologue. Little Amelia and Elizabeth in the first section of The Eleventh Hour.)
‘Like’ if you read it?
This Song is Ending
The Master knew none of the pathetic human beings he’d hired on as lackeys would notice this particular quirk of his. So their charming, powerful employer had a few tics – so what? Perhaps he had perpetually stiff shoulders, or wanted to keep limber. Perhaps it helped him focus. Mr. Saxon had a great deal on his mind these days, what with his impending election (everyone knew he’d win), and if he needed to roll his head, crack his shoulders now and then to keep on his game, who were they to question?