Ah yes, his birthday has come around again. And this year, Jack has an extra special treat in store for him. Early in the morning, Jack slips out of their bedroom to pilot the TARDIS to their restaurant. The one that they always seem to go to for special occasions, ever since their very first date. As always, there’s a table set for two, but because it’s earlier in the day, the beach is practically empty except for a stray waiter or someone walking their dog.
It’s the perfect setting.
Jack’s waiting there for him, glasses of mimosas and a plate of croissants at the ready. There’s two wrapped presents in front of him, one largish one and the other much smaller, about the size of a ring box. Come and find him, husband.
Koschei exits the TARDIS dressed to the nines in natty formalwear that he rarely breaks out since the birth of the twins: featuring, of course, the red and brown tie. The moment he steps onto the sand he richly chuckles. He knew it. That romantic bastard always remembers.
“Sam McCoy, where ARE you?” he thunders languidly, extending his hand into the air for a kiss, and as he spots the table, he drops jovially into his chair. “For ME?”
“As if you didn’t see this coming,” he says, dutifully kissing the extended hand, once on the knuckles, once on the back of the hand, and then he just goes for it and kisses all the way up his arm until he gets that sweet spot on his neck. As Koschei sits, Jack pushes his chair in for him and drops down to murmur in his ear, “happy birthday, sweethearts.”
He moves back to his own chair, lifting his glass of (non-alcoholic) mimosa at him. “Here’s to another year of living with your magnificence.”
Koschei laughs self-indulgently, rolling his head to and fro. He scoots in his chair with an air of entitlement to the gorgeous specimen doting upon him, but at the same time, one of quiet astonishment, still, to have landed such an idyllic life: without having to feign being anyone more palatable, more desirable.
“You know you’re my birthday gift, you cur,” he voices this coyly, turning his head to catch that loving whisper in a kiss.
And he lifts his own mimosa, and clinks the glass decisively against Jack’s.
“Here’s to another year sharing my magnificence with only my darling Sam and our darling babies. Now enable my unbridled avarice and let me open one of these gifts before we eat.”
“Alright, go ahead, you hoarder,” he says, nudging the larger of the presents towards him. As he does, he palms the little ring box and sits there with a smug little grin.
Inside this larger box is a snow globe, but naturally, it’s not just any snow globe. It’s the four of them, sitting exactly how they were portrayed in the family portrait. Well, almost exactly. They all look slightly older, slightly… Well, slightly like they do today.
“Each figure is linked to our biodata, so they’ll change with us. And we can sever the link whenever we want, too, to freeze a particular period whenever we want.”
However, there is one other detail that makes it different from the portrait. On the other side of Koschei’s chair, there’s a little rocking bassinet with a question mark hovering over it.
Koschei emits a soft gasp at the discovery, peering more closely still at the scientifically “enchanted” snowglobe.
“That’s stupendous. Darling. Nobody realizes what a genius you are, in your own right. And that is a true crime.”
He passes another kiss off to one of Jack’s beloved dimples, while peering closer still at all the intimate details of the painting.
Sharp dark eyes lock on that bassinet and his lips thin to a fine line against a torrent of ecstatic glee. A strangled little sound escapes the Master, and he shoots from his chair, knocking it clear over. He points both fingers at Jack, in unabashed triumph.
“I KNEW it!” he roars. “I KNEW IT!”
He flings his arms around Jack and tilts him back, kissing him properly on the lips.
“When? D’you know? Oh, my love, my gorgeous clever wicked Sam, have you done a scan yet?”
Ah yes, his birthday has come around again. And this year, Jack has an extra special treat in store for him. Early in the morning, Jack slips out of their bedroom to pilot the TARDIS to their restaurant. The one that they always seem to go to for special occasions, ever since their very first date. As always, there’s a table set for two, but because it’s earlier in the day, the beach is practically empty except for a stray waiter or someone walking their dog.
It’s the perfect setting.
Jack’s waiting there for him, glasses of mimosas and a plate of croissants at the ready. There’s two wrapped presents in front of him, one largish one and the other much smaller, about the size of a ring box. Come and find him, husband.
Koschei exits the TARDIS dressed to the nines in natty formalwear that he rarely breaks out since the birth of the twins: featuring, of course, the red and brown tie. The moment he steps onto the sand he richly chuckles. He knew it. That romantic bastard always remembers.
“Sam McCoy, where ARE you?” he thunders languidly, extending his hand into the air for a kiss, and as he spots the table, he drops jovially into his chair. “For ME?”
“As if you didn’t see this coming,” he says, dutifully kissing the extended hand, once on the knuckles, once on the back of the hand, and then he just goes for it and kisses all the way up his arm until he gets that sweet spot on his neck. As Koschei sits, Jack pushes his chair in for him and drops down to murmur in his ear, “happy birthday, sweethearts.”
He moves back to his own chair, lifting his glass of (non-alcoholic) mimosa at him. “Here’s to another year of living with your magnificence.”
Koschei laughs self-indulgently, rolling his head to and fro. He scoots in his chair with an air of entitlement to the gorgeous specimen doting upon him, but at the same time, one of quiet astonishment, still, to have landed such an idyllic life: without having to feign being anyone more palatable, more desirable.
“You know you’re my birthday gift, you cur,” he voices this coyly, turning his head to catch that loving whisper in a kiss.
And he lifts his own mimosa, and clinks the glass decisively against Jack’s.
“Here’s to another year sharing my magnificence with only my darling Sam and our darling babies. Now enable my unbridled avarice and let me open one of these gifts before we eat.”
but honestly graham is always so uncomfortable when he’s confronted with his privilege in historical times & i really like that they consistently draw attention to that
//YAAAAAAAY it’s Goose it’s Goose!!!!!!! <333333333 Thank you :3
//OKAY I’m somewhat functional again today! Hello! ❤
The best part about every er visit is that it throws me back mental health wise several years and I’m me from 2007 again, the frightened animal who can’t even go into certain rooms or smell certain smells or see certain sights without panicking or dissociating.
Like everyone’s talking about how positive and lovely and wholesome she is and yeah that’s true to a point.
But there’s times when it feels so painfully forced, like she’s trying desperately to stay that way, and other times where you can see the cracks
Like… until someone yells at her she’s willing to jeopardize an entire ship full of hospital patients just to get her TARDIS back.
She not only sends Tim Shaw away with his body completely fucked up by those bombs, but she barely bats an eyelid when she finds out he didn’t end up where she wanted him to and she’d doomed him to torment; essentially causing him to become more of an ass. She’s almost pleased to find out how fucked up she left him.
The moment Graham sounds like he’s going to kill Tim she loads up on explosives and runs off to confront him alone, as if she’s willing to do what she’s done before and do everything possible to make sure Graham doesn’t do it – even if that means killing Tim Shaw herself.
Even when she finds out she could have unknowingly blown up an entire planet, she only lets it affect her for a second before she’s back to happy-go-lucky Doctor.
It’s clear at this point that her wholesome happy demeanour is at least partially a mask. There’s only so far that’s gonna go. And as someone who knows how hard it is to keep up that kind of attitude for so long, and someone who knows the consequences of it?
I’m a little terrified to see what happens if she does snap.
//Hey all, I was in the hospital last night and was just released early this afternoon. I’ve been sleeping since. I doubt I’m up for much so I’ll have to manage Koschei’s birthday tomorrow ❤
“I see your hurt, I feel your pain All of our dirt is washed in the rain I’ve walked that road, I’ve felt that shame No place is home but times, they are changin’
This is our sanctuary We can find shelter and peace This is our sanctuary You are, you are safe with me This is our sanctuary We can find shelter and peace This is our sanctuary You are, you are safe with me”
//Hey all, I was in the hospital last night and was just released early this afternoon. I’ve been sleeping since. I doubt I’m up for much so I’ll have to manage Koschei’s birthday tomorrow ❤
Icarus 