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*tries to speak but no sound comes out* *heart eyes as I take in the unbelievable beauty of this* *heart clenches as I see him holding his child in his arms* *starts shaking as I look at how Hawks is shrouded in darkness, at his baby's blue eyes and white hair, at his lovely pretty small wings and his hand on Hawks' mutilated back* *a tear slips out as I read the caption*
Lovechild (love?)
Doctor Donna prompt: they realize they’ve been dating the whole time when she gets so mad she kisses him to shut him up
A Kiss to Silence
The TARDIS was parked on a vibrant alien planet, its skies swirling with hues of purple and orange. The Doctor and Donna were in the middle of an argument—again.
“I can’t believe you thought it was a good idea to steal the Time Crystal!” Donna exclaimed, hands on her hips, her voice echoing through the console room. “What were you thinking? You nearly got us vaporized!”
The Doctor, with his trademark grin, replied, “But it was an adventure! And the locals were so friendly—”
“Friendly? They wanted to roast us!” she shot back, exasperated.
As he continued to defend his reckless choices, Donna felt her frustration bubbling over. She wasn’t mad at him for stealing the crystal; she was mad at herself for caring so much about his reckless antics. He always had that effect on her—making her feel things she couldn’t quite articulate.
“Honestly, Doctor, you never think ahead! It’s like you—”
Suddenly, in a moment of pure impulse, Donna stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and kissed him fiercely, cutting off his words. The surprise of the kiss stopped the Doctor mid-sentence, his eyes wide in shock.
When she pulled back, both of them were breathless, and the realization hit them simultaneously.
“What just happened?” he stammered, touching his lips as if trying to process the electric charge still lingering between them.
“I... I kissed you,” Donna said, bewilderment mingling with a hint of defiance in her eyes.
“Yes, you did,” he replied, a smile creeping onto his face. “But why?”
“Because you wouldn’t shut up!” she exclaimed, frustration giving way to an unexpected flutter of excitement.
And then it dawned on both of them—this was more than a moment of anger or a fluke. They had been dancing around their feelings for each other all this time, wrapped up in banter and adventures, but now it was all laid bare.
“I suppose,” the Doctor began, a twinkle in his eye, “that means we’ve been dating all along, haven’t we?”
Donna crossed her arms, pretending to be annoyed, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her. “Well, if that’s how you want to label it. But you’d better start thinking ahead!”
“Thinking ahead is my specialty!” he said, his grin widening.
As they stood there, the weight of their unspoken feelings began to lift, replaced by a lightness that filled the TARDIS. The argument was forgotten, and instead, they found themselves lost in each other’s eyes, the air crackling with newfound possibilities.
“Now, how about we go on a proper date?” he suggested, his enthusiasm infectious.
“Only if you promise not to steal anything this time!” Donna shot back, laughter bubbling up.
“Deal!” The Doctor took her hand, and together they stepped into the unknown, ready for whatever adventure awaited them—this time, as more than just friends.