Baked Devotions

hauntingcryptids

2 years ago

Apology Desserts

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Doctor allows you to play your game, all the while planning an intricate and elaborate plan to win your heart.

Link to the first part of this trilogy - Baking Hijinks

Link to the second part of this trilogy - Scheming Timers

Warnings - slightly suggestive, very fluffy

Word Count - 2503

A/n - I hope that you enjoy this!

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You were incredibly gifted in hiding from The Doctor, especially with The TARDIS’s help. But, of course, you didn’t really need The TARDIS’s help to hide. The Doctor had taught you how to hide from danger and monsters and rogue aliens well. He should have suspected that you would have used your newfound skill against him one day. He knew that this wasn’t a menacing act delivered by you, it was more of a tease. If you weren't so mad at him because of his timer-themed tantrum, The Doctor would have tried to persuade you into playing a game of sexy hide ‘n’ seek, that is, if he could ever gain the courage to ask you out on a date first. Or given the current circumstances, if he could find you within his labyrinthian ship and win back your affection.

The Doctor knew that this was a game to provoke something and you were winning. Every second that passed, The Doctor wished to admit so many hidden feelings to you. He also knew that he had to do something big to end this stalemate and regain your favour. The Doctor was currently sitting in his study, having just torn down his planning board dedicated to finding The Master. He made a copy of one of his favourite pictures of the two of you and nailed it to the centre of the cleared board. He prepared to plan out the best way to woo you, but he couldn’t help but become distracted by our beautiful face smiling at the camera. The Time Lord smiled sweetly at the memory.

The photo was taken by an alien couple that thought the two of you were the cutest couple they had ever seen, even though you both vehemently denied being together. Despite that, when the picture was being taken, you held onto The Doctor so tightly. You leaned against him with your whole body and your arm was wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into you. The Doctor firmly kept his arm around your waist, but he resisted your pull completely. The Doctor noticed how your body felt against his, then, and he reconised the feelings that had been floating in his brain for some time. He leant back, almost a bit in shock, and stared in awe at your beautiful face. He couldn’t believe that it took him so long to notice how much you meant to him. That day, The Doctor knew that he was in love with you.

Your smile, in the photo and the memory, was infectious. The Doctor couldn’t stop looking at it! You were so excited and happy to be on that planet with him, exploring and existing in his world without fear or hesitation. Now that the doctor was looking at the picture more closely, he noticed something new. You could clearly see The Doctor looking longingly at your face, his eyes shining brightly with affection toward you. Looking back on it, that probably added to the alien couple’s assumption that the two of you were in love with each other, at least on The Doctor’s part. He mentally kicked himself for acting like a shy lovesick puppy, incapable of saying his feelings, but always following you around, instead of acting on his feelings, but he was determined to fix that now. The Doctor collected some strings and connected the dots between things you loved and things you and The Doctor shared together. He knew what he had to do to show that you should be with him.

The Doctor then went out on a little shopping adventure, coming back with items sold in bulk, hauling them toward his study. The Doctor told The TARDIS to keep you away from his private kitchen if you were to venture out. He did not think that you would break, but he wanted his surprise to not be spoiled in any way. True to her word, The TARDIS kept you away from The Doctor as he laid out his plan.

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You were beginning to grow bored with your plan. You really cared for The Doctor, more than you had ever cared for anyone. You loved The Doctor. That was obvious now. Before the moment when you really first showed your feelings when the two of you almost kissed in his private kitchen, you had always suppressed your feelings for him. You were rerouting that action, now. Maybe if you had confessed your feelings sooner then you wouldn’t be alone in your room wallowing now.

You sat in the middle of your room, staring at a picture of you and The Doctor on a tourist planet. The picture that the alien couple that came up to the pair of you assumed that you were a couple had taken. Of course, both you and The Doctor denied their assumption. It killed you to hear him say that, but then you could clearly see in the picture how The Doctor looked at you adoringly, only adding to your confusion on whether or not The Doctor liked you. You wished that this stalemate would make The Doctor do something, but nothing had happened yet.

You recently asked The TARDIS to let you and The Doctor cross paths, but you could feel The TARDIS prohibiting and rearranging some of your adventures through her walls. You assumed that this was The Doctor not wanting to interact with you. Every moment since that fateful day when you started this stalemate was riddled with anxiety for you. You wondered if you were mistaken about shared feelings.

The Doctor was shy about his past, but you were able to wrangle out some of his stories. The weight of the other companions The Doctor had travelled with and loved ones of The Doctor plagued your mind. You would wake up early in the morning and cringe at the memory of the two of you almost kissing. Voices in your head screamed that The Doctor was uncomfortable by your actions, that you crossed the line and he only ever saw you as a friend, and now because of what you did, he would want you to leave his home, he would want you to leave his life. You knew that he was too kind and adorably awkward to ever ask you to leave, so you thought that it would be kinder to him to do it yourself.

You decided to go to the main kitchen, after multiple attempts to open your door which was somehow locked, in the hope to meet The Doctor and make some hot chocolate and maybe make some cupcakes, as well. You thought that this would prevent you from making a horrible mistake. However, your venture was halted, after The TARDIS finally let you out of your room, when you saw that a chocolate cupcake was placed outside your door, neatly settled inside a purple cupcake wrapper. You knelt down to pick up the dessert, inspecting it for any peculiarities. It appeared to be a normal Earth cupcake until you inspected the bottom of the wrapper. Lifting the cupcake above your head, you saw The Doctor’s handwriting spelling out the words ‘look to your left.’ When you did so, you saw an orderly row of cupcakes aligned along the centre of the hallway and curving around the corner of the hall, falling in line like tin soldiers.

You went back to your room to collect a couple of plates to carry and collect the cupcakes on your journey. You reached down and picked up each cupcake one by one. Like the first cupcake, each new baked good in the line had The Doctor’s handwriting on the bottom of the wrapper.

‘Please’

‘continue’

‘to’

‘follow’

‘the’

‘trail’

‘of’

‘cupcakes’

‘until’

‘you’

‘reach’

‘my’

‘private’

‘kitchen.’

There was a break in the row of cupcakes, but you could see it continuing down the hallway. In the middle of the break, there were a couple of large baking trays with Hersey’s chocolate Kisses, weirdly one of your’s and The Doctor’s favourite chocolates to share, spelling out the words, ‘I know that you are incredibly considerate, but you don’t have to collect all of the cupcakes. There are too many for you to carry.’ You felt conflicted leaving the treats, but the plates you were holding were already covered in cupcakes. And your arms were now becoming quite tired.

Once you reached The Doctor’s study, the door was wide open, the row of cupcakes continuing straight through the study and into the kitchen. You crept into the room slowly, unaware of what you were about to encounter. You rounded the corner, stopping briefly to look at and reminisce over where the two of you almost kissed for the first time, before seeing a smorgasbord of baking confections and a tower of baking timers, including one that looked surprisingly similar to the baking timer that your aunt had gifted you. The Doctor was standing bashfully amongst the food and objects, he kept looking for happiness in your eyes to reassure him. You were more in wonder because of everything before you, but you smiled brightly when you finally met his gaze.

“I bought you a replacement timer.” The Doctor turned around and picked up a timer before handing it to you, your hands brushing against his as he placed the item in your hands.

“Like the one your aunt bought you. I’m sorry for throwing your property into a supernova. I had no right to do so. Even if it did upset me greatly.” You smiled at his gift, but also at his ramblings. He had no right to be this adorable.

“About that, do you want to explain all of this?” You smirked cheekily, placing the timer down on a surprisingly free space on the table you stepped closer to The Doctor, who followed your movements and stepped even closer to you. You really wanted to know why The Doctor threw all of those timers away, why he was doing this now, and what he felt about that fateful day in this kitchen.

“I think you know, Y/n. You are the smartest person I know.” He tilted his head and smiled to hide his fear. He knew that he loved you, but he wondered if you felt the same way. He assumed that you did, but that could be a dangerous assumption if he was proven wrong.

“I want to hear you say it, Doctor.” His face fell a bit at the confrontation, but you stepped even closer to him and clasped his hands in yours, you gave his hands a reassuring squeeze. He looked down and smiled at your intertwined hands giving him the confidence to speak his mind.

“I love you, Y/n and I just want to be with you. I am so tired of this isolation; I want to be with you. You are the best person in my life.” With each statement, The Doctor moved closer to where his forehead was practically touching yours. He bumped his nose against yours before looking deep into your eyes to try and read your face, his eyes were large and pleading for you to take the news well. But you ripped your hands from his. The Doctor was about to apologise for being so forward and rude. But then you hugged him tighter than you had ever before. One of your hands went up and ran through his styled hair and the other gripped the soft, yet slightly scratchy, material of The Doctor’s sweater vest. The Doctor’s head instinctively fell to your shoulder.

“Oh, Doctor! I wish you had told me sooner! Think of what we could have been doing if we actually had the guts to tell each other how we actually felt!”

“How do you feel, Y/n?” He sounded so fearful, and you could feel him shaking in your arms.

“I love you, Doctor,” you whispered into his ear to make it more personal, “I have loved you since I met you. And I want nothing more than to be with you!” The Doctor finally hugged you back, tighter than you were hugging him, and he excitedly picked you up and spun around a couple of times with you safely in his arms. He quickly placed you back down on the ground and cupped your face with both of his hands and stared deeply into your eyes once again, his warm orbs glowing with love. He finally saw you returning his feelings, a couple of happy tears escaping both of your eyes. The Doctor wiped your tears away and lent forward to press a passionate kiss on your lips. The two of you moved seamlessly, clinging to each other. He tried to pull away, being a bit flustered, but you quickly placed a hand on the back of his neck in order to deepen the kiss.

The two of you stayed like this for a while before you both had to separate to catch your breath. The two of you giggled in flustered excitement when you caught each other’s gaze. You moved to hug The Doctor again; comfort washed over the both of you. The two of you were finally together. You kissed up his neck to his cheek until you reached The Doctor’s lips, causing the two of you to enter into another round of kissing until you broke apart again to breathe.

“Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?” You eventually said, brushing a lingering tear from The Doctor’s face.

“Oh! I would love to!” The Doctor giggly started talking with his hands.

“There’s a planet I recently discovered that is completely made of trampolines! How exciting! And what a comfortable ground to walk on.” He was so happy to finally have you back in his life. Sure, you were never gone, but the isolation drove The Doctor insane, especially when he discovered that he loved you so deeply and he just wanted to share his life and love for adventure with you. He missed having you near him.

“Umm … Doctor, that’s not what I meant. Although that does sound fun, maybe later.” You tried to decline his offer politely, but you really were interested in adventuring with him, especially now with your budding relationship adding a new element to the dynamic.

“Oh, what did you me- OH! Oh! Well, yes, I completely agree with your statement. We should definitely move to somewhere more comfortable.” The Doctor quickly grabbed your hands and pulled you out of the kitchen, but not before you could grab a tray of brownies. He continued to pull you through The TARDIS until you reached his room, the two of you giggled as you both excitedly committed to making up for all of the lost time spent hiding feelings for the other. There would be no more hiding now, no more secretive looks or almost moments. There would be only exciting adventures, intimate moments shared and a lot of baking.

Scheming Timers

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader wants to bake after a stressful adventure, but all of the baking timers have seemingly vanished into thin air.

Link to the first part of this trilogy - Baking Hijinks

Warnings - The Doctor lying to The Reader, slightly suggestive

Word Count - 2370

A/n - I hope that you enjoy this!

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You or The Doctor hadn’t been able to relax for a couple of weeks now. And the two of you definitely weren’t able to keep up with the habit you started of baking together. You and The Doctor had been too busy chasing The Master around the Universe thanks to her latest scheme. Everything erupted on an alien planet The Master was planning to sacrifice hypnotised native peoples of the planet she was on to the unknown partner in her plan. Unfortunately, you and The Doctor were unable to capture The Master or discover her scheme partner, but the pair of you were able to save the planet and its inhabitants. You insisted on making something to celebrate your victory, but The Doctor didn’t seem as keen. He had been keeping a secret from you and he feared that he was going to break at any moment.

After much convincing, The Doctor eventually added a personal kitchen to your room schematic. He was very reluctant in doing this, he quite enjoyed watching you roam around the main kitchen when he was meant to be helping you. No matter what you were making, you would float around the space as if you owned it, dancing from cabinet to cabinet, waving spatulas and wooden spoons like magic wands.

To The Doctor, you looked like an angel when you commanded that space so naturally. He could watch you all day. That is until you yelled at him to help you with whatever you were planning. The Doctor feared that if you had a private kitchen, you would no longer ask him to help you, meaning he would lose getting to see you so carefree and happy. Seeing you like this, calmed him in return.

Thankfully for The Doctor, you did not exclude him in your post-adventure relaxation in your private kitchen, but then he remembered how he acted after your last kitchen excursion and how incredibly forward he was. These memories filled him with the hope that you felt that same way as he did, but The Doctor was also filled with insecurity. What is he made a fool of himself? What if you were, somehow, corrupted by The Master and all of this was a cruel trick? The Doctor didn’t want to be alone anymore. He had wanted to be with you for a long time, but what if he misinterpreted everything and he would make you so uncomfortable that he caused you to leave? That’s the opposite of what The Doctor wanted.

The only thing that The Doctor was really certain of, other than his feelings for you, was that he hated baking timers. The baking timer had interrupted his kiss you, and now they were the bane of his existence. The Doctor was filled with so many insecurities about you, so he made sure to eliminate his fear of being interrupted when confessing his feelings to you by destroying the thing that had the possibility of doing that. Of course, this possessed a difficulty when baking, but The Doctor would always lie and say that he set the timer. He would diligently do tons of maths in his head to keep up with what he was hiding, and, so far, you hadn’t noticed. But he was getting anxious that the thought that you were getting close to discovering what he had done.

“Ugh! Where is that bloody timer? I know that I have one!” You yelled as you rummaged through every cabinet and pantry and shelf in your kitchen.

“Are you sure you have one?” The Doctor glared, looking at the mess you were creating with disdain while leaning up against the wall that connected your kitchen to your bedroom. He hated mess. Which wasn’t great considering that he often had trouble taking care of his own space. The mess was making him more anxious and grumpier than he already was.

“Yes! My aunt, that I don’t particularly like because of her politics, gave it to me! I used to keep it in the main kitchen -” You cut yourself off, quickly jumping up and turning to face The Doctor, making the noise you always made when a lightbulb went off in your head.

“Maybe I left it in there! Be right back!!!” When you ran past The Doctor toward the main kitchen, you poked his side a couple of times, trying to make him, at least, crack a smile. He only folded in on himself, blocking your pokes with crossed arms. You slumped a bit upon seeing The Doctor’s reaction but continued your journey to find the baking timer.

The Doctor had been unusually grumpy for the past couple of weeks, you assumed that it was because of The Master’s antics. However, part of your brain dared to venture into thinking that The Doctor’s upset nature could possibly have to do with the kiss the two of you almost shared, but you elected to ignore that thought. The Doctor hadn't asked you to leave, he hadn't stopped showing you the Universe, and he always baked with you. You thought yourself foolish in thinking that an alien as old as The Doctor could ever care for you. That all of the lingering touches and longing glances were just The Doctor’s misunderstanding of Human customs. He was just being a friend, a very kind and close friend. To you, this conclusion was easier to swallow than the idea of growing old without him. No matter how much you wanted to stay with The Doctor romantically, that, unfortunately, seemed improbable now because of your habit of being too forward with your feelings for The Doctor.

“It’s not in there either!” The Doctor heard you yell from the main kitchen. He couldn’t take this much longer. He hated lying to you, he hated keeping secrets from you. With most people, he was used to it. The Doctor was so old that it was easy to skip over or change a few details and no one could possibly catch him in the act. When he did this to you; however, it broke his hearts. He could picture your hurt and disappointed face when you discovered the truth, so he vowed to tell you the truth whenever possible. Now, knowing that he was breaking his vow, The Doctor’s actions made his skin crawl with disgust over his lie.

You returned to your room, finally drawing The Doctor out of his self-deprecating thoughts. He loved the cute little look you made when you were puzzled by something. You stood with one hip jutted out, both of your hands placed on your lower back and your mouth agape, your tongue resting on the back of your top row of teeth. He stared at you, with glowing eyes and a warm smile you didn’t see, too busy thinking until you jumped up again, a new possibility entering your mind.

“Wait, there was a timer in your private kitchen, right?! We can use that one!”

‘Oh, that thing,’ The Doctor thought while his face darkened when he remembered that day with you, ‘the reason why all of this started. That blasted, scheming timer ruined my chances with you.’

The Doctor dragged his feet begrudgingly as you pulled him by the arm to his private kitchen. The TARDIS purposefully made the trip between the two rooms last longer, giving The Doctor ample time to think about what he had done.

“It’s not here either!” You whined as you ended your search through all of the cabinets and cupboards in the room.

“Y/n, there’s something I need to tell you.” The Doctor's voice was very serious. His tone was laced with sadness and fear. He tapped his foot anxiously, chewing on his thumbnail while trying to avoid your eyes. Seeing him in a state immediately worried you, you ran over to him and began rattling off a series of questions to get to the bottom of why he was so upset.

“What?! What is it? Are you okay? Is it The Master? Are your cuts not healing properly? Are they infected? Are you dying?”

“Woah, woah, woah, it’s nothing like that at all!” The Doctor shifted himself into a more carefree position, placing his hands on your shoulders to ground you. You were relieved that it was nothing too serious, despite The Doctor’s previous attitude. But you questioned him again about what was going on and why he had been acting so strange as of late.

“I know what happened to the timers.” The Doctor’s voice was quiet and filled with guilt. Even though his hands were still placed on your shoulders, he could not maintain eye contact, resolving to stare at your shoes. You weren’t suspecting that to be the subject of his anxiety, but you pressed further, seeing in his guilty mannerisms that he wasn’t finished confessing things that he had been hiding. The Doctor turned away from you and folded into himself again, a hand was placed over his mouth as if he were trying to prevent the words from spilling out.

“I threw them all into a supernova.” The Doctor eventually mumbled into his hand, but you heard what he had said, despite his attempt to hide the information from you.

“You did what?” You marched up to him. You forced your alien host to face you, turning him strongly and abruptly with a strength The Doctor was not suspecting. His eyes were wide in a pleading fashion, and his right hand covered most of his face, in shock that he actually told you what he did.

“But my aunt bought me that timer, Doctor!”

“One,” The Doctor tried to reason his way out of this situation, accompanied with expressive hand movements, even though he could tell by your face that you were not in the mood for whatever explanation he managed to come up with, “you said that you disagree with her politics and two: that’s not the timer that annoyed me. I just threw that one, and every other timer in this ship, into the supernova for precautionary reasons.” The Doctor cringed upon realizing that he revealed too much in an attempt to gain the upper hand in this little tiff, but it seemed like you didn’t notice. Maybe he was in the clear.

“It was still a gift, Doctor! What am I going to do when she asks - ” You halted your yelling once the final part of The Doctor’s sentence registered in your brain.

“What do you mean by the timer that annoyed you? And what precautionary reasons would have to exist for you to throw all of the timers we own into a supernova!” His face lit up slightly when you said “we” when talking about the timers that were formerly housed in The TARDIS. But now was not the time to fantasise about the future the two of you could have together, as The Doctor often did, you were upset and The Doctor would have to fix that.

“Ummm … no reason at all …” Admittedly, once those words slipped out of his mouth, he knew that that would not satisfy his curiosity. So he decided to do what any sane person would do when being glared at by a determined curious person who he couldn’t say no to, The Doctor ran away.

“Doctor!” You yelled at him, rounding the corner in pursuit.

“You tell me what’s going on right now!” The TARDIS decided to aid you in the chase, looping the corridor The Doctor was running down until it crossed your path, causing you to run right into him, toppling him over. The TARDIS let out a series of joyous beeps when you caught The Time Lord.

“Ow! Oi! What are you helping them for?! I’m your pilot!” The Doctor retaliated toward the ceiling of his ship.

“Oh please.” You condescended. The Doctor hadn’t noticed that you moved to straddle his torso, keeping him in place beneath you, until you spoke. He couldn’t help but stare at where your crotch rested on his stomach. He couldn’t believe that you were actually this close to him, and on top of him, no less!

“We all know that the TARDIS does all of the piloting.” His eyes grew wide and a heat began to spread over his cheeks, but The Doctor tried to focus on a response to your accusation instead of his flusteredness. But The Time Lord was unable to form said hypothetical response because the TARDIS beeped again. You couldn’t understand her, but The Doctor heard her snarky comment loud and clear.

“Just like how Y/n has full control over your hearts, Doctor.” The Doctor’s ship snipped at The Doctor telepathically. His flustered nature grew to an embarrassing level; his hands were shaking and beads of sweat began to develop on his forehead. If he wasn’t still trapped beneath you, The Doctor would have attempted to run away again. Eventually, he was able to utter more than just a string of ‘umms’ and gasps of shock, though.

“I don’t see the need for both of you to gang up against me!”

“So the TARDIS is on my side! Good ol’Sexy! I knew she liked me!” The TARDIS let out a reassuring set of beeps even you could understand. She did like you and there was no way The Doctor was getting away from this situation without an explanation. You continued, but this time you directly spoke to The Doctor beneath you.

“So, Time Lord, do you want to tell me why you threw all of the timers into a supernova or am I going to have to force the truth out of you?” While speaking, you leaned over The Doctor, one hand on either side of his face as you stared deeply into his ever-widening eyes. The Doctor visibly gulped before stuttering out a hushed and breathy question.

“How - how are you going to do to force me?” You smirked, leaning down closer to his face until your noses were touching.

“I’m going to leave you alone until you break.” Before The Doctor could protest, you were already off of him and walking down the hall, back to your room.

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Series Summary - A trilogy about The Doctor and The Reader confessing their feelings for each other through baking.

Series Warnings - references to canon typical violence, mostly fluffy, some suggestive dialogue, a bit of a slowburn(if you can call a trilogy a slowburn)

Series Word Count -

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I uploaded this series on my old Tumblr about two years ago, I just wanted to reupload it onto this account. I hope that you enjoy it!

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Baking Hijinks - 5 September 2022

Scheming Timers - 7 September 2022

Apology Deserts - 9 September 2022