natalies_junk

natalies_junk @ 2008-03-05T08:45:00

2008-03-05T13:48:10Z

Season 4 Spoilers The Doctor's new shoes

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natalies_junk @ 2007-12-05T18:43:00

2007-12-05T23:44:29Z

Title: Defenders/Conquerors
Author: Fer de Lance natalies_junk
Paring: The Master/Voldemort and The Doctor/Harry
Rating: R
Spoilers: Doctor Who- Season 3, Harry Potter- Deathly Hallows
Warning: AU, Crack fic, Cross Gen, Sooooo many clichés

A/N Thanks to my beta's emeryboard, and especially ms_treesap. Written for the gorgeous insaneboingo

These two random meetings are happening at different points in time and not simultaneously.

1997

They bonded over their love of Supreme Domination and their combined hatred for do-gooders with messy hair, after Voldemort tried to kill him that is.

“Avada Kedavra!” said Voldemort.

“That tickles a bit,” said the Master, who fortunately never became too bothered when people tried to off him.

“I don’t understand!” Voldemort hissed. “Why isn’t this working? What magic do you possess?”

“I’m a Time Lord,” the Master laughed.

He was actually impressed. So there were humans who were able to channel psychic energy through sticks?

Voldemort wanted to take over the world and the Master wanted to help

He placed his hand on Voldemort’s shoulder, turning him to face the window. "You’ll take over the Earth, and then we’ll conquer the stars.” The Master smiled. “It’s going to be so good.”

Post Doomsday –pre Smith and Jones

The morning before Christmas was cold and windy. Harry Potter stood with his hands in his pockets in front of a holiday decorated shop window, eyeing a prominently displayed diamond ring.

It glittered at him. His ears and nose were stinging from the cold yet he couldn’t make himself go inside. A loud pop of gun fire split the air and Harry turned, his hand instinctively reaching for his wand.

A tall lanky man was running toward him, well not toward him, so much as away from strange men in Santa costumes. They raised their trombones at the man and –Harry, knowing without really knowing, shouted “Expulso!” just as the man knocked into him and the Santas exploded into metallic pieces.

“Every Christmas,” the man complained, still lying on top of a bewildered Harry and not paying attention to the people gawking at them and the smoldering bits of robots just a few feet away.

“You all right?” Harry asked, pushing the man off his body.

“Oh yes, fine.” the Doctor assured him, rising to his feet and extending his hand toward Harry. “I’m the Doctor by the way. Who are you?”

“Harry,” said Harry, trying to pull his hand out of the Doctor’s.

“Well Harry.” The Doctor squared his shoulders as the wind swept through his hair. It made him look rather heroic, Harry thought. “I suggest we run.”

“I have a better idea,” answered Harry, giving up on releasing his hand from the ridiculously tight hold the Doctor had on it. Obviously, this man wasn’t an ordinary muggle, so he Apparated them to somewhere safer and warmer where they could talk.

1997

The Master couldn’t remember dating someone who was so much fun. First there were the Muggle death raids, second there were the unfair and heinous trials of wizards who were not pure bloods, and third there were all the long conversations with Voldemort.

They were sitting in the near dark, listening to the soothing sounds of tortured screams from the basement. “The boy is hiding.” Voldemort explained to the Master as he watched him drain his sixth wine bottle.

“What do you think he’s planning?” asked the Master.

Voldermort lifted a large white hand and stroked Nagini. “I’m not sure, but knowing that Dumboldore was his mentor, I believe he thinks he can defeat me with love.”

The Master looked up from uncorking another wine bottle. Voldermort thought he saw concern flint across the Master’s handsome features, and then the Master started laughing a long evil laugh that Voldermort couldn’t help but join in.

****

“Yes I get it.” Harry remarked blandly. “Bigger on the inside.” The Doctor was not happy with how unimpressed Potter was with his magnificent ship. No one was ever unimpressed with his magnificent ship. Still he wouldn’t get offended and overreact to Potter’s blasé attitude.

“My friend Hermione has a purse that dose the same thing.”

“Does it travel in time and space?” yelled the Doctor who wasn’t overreacting at all.

Harry had Apparated them to Diagon Alley and sat them down in a booth at a café, where the Doctor explained his somewhat unbelievable story.

“Soooo,” Harry said. “Let me get this straight. “You’re an alien and those robots are sort of minions for a more powerful alien entity trying to take over the Earth?”

“You’re looking at me as if you don’t believe me.” The Doctor observed. “As if I just told you magic doesn’t just exist in fairytales.” The Doctor laughed, Harry scowled and waved for the bill.

“Maybe you could show me your ship?” Harry asked and then swiftly retracted his hand off the table when the Doctor reached for it again.

1997

Of course they fought over who would top, they were both megalomaniacs. It looked like it was going Voldemort’s way.

“Let me go this instant.” The Master warned in an unconvincing threat. “Or-

“Or you’ll do what exactly?” Voldemort purred seductively against his neck. The Master’s hands were tied behind his back in black silky ropes; his knees were bent in a wide stance on the bed.

“I oh-” The Master sighed as Voldemort slipped a slick finger inside him.

“I’ll think of something later.”

****

Just when it seemed like they were out of hope and they were sure to die and the Earth was hanging on a thread of impending doom, the Doctor and Harry both had mutual epiphanies that saved the planet-later that same evening they had more than just mutual epiphanies.

“You’re very good at this,” the Doctor said, nuzzling Harry’s hair. Harry was on his side and the Doctor was spooning him from behind.

“Which part?” Harry asked.

Harry’s bum felt warm and squishy and he wondered how long the appropriate amount of time for post coital alien cuddling was.

“All of it. Why don’t you stay with me and I’ll show you the Universe and we can save other planets, not just Earth and-“

Well, that answered that question. Harry jumped out of bed and immediately began to look for his trousers.

“Listen, Doctor.” Harry soothed when he saw the hurt look on the Doctor’s face.

“You’re a great bloke really, but I’ve just had enough excitement for one life time.” He pulled his jumper and jacket on quickly. “Come by and visit sometime.” He smiled and was gone with a loud pop.

Slightly bereft, the Doctor rolled onto his back and breathed a deep sigh. Too much too soon, the Doctor thought to himself. Next time he wanted someone to come with him he would use reverse psychology, tell them he was only bringing them along for one trip, absolutely ignore any sexual interest they might have in him. Ohhh, and make them feel second best to Rose, yes, definitely the best course of action to take with the next companion.

1997

The Master was not confused about how much time to spend post coital alien snuggling; however he was too sore to move off the bed. He was going to have to kill Voldemort although-maybe tearing out what was left of his shattered soul would be better.

He sensed Voldemort’s feelings of fondness growing for him. All he would really need to do to exploit that weakness was leave him; the only problem was where would he go?

He had escaped the Doctor by stopping his hearts and playing dead, using his vortex manipulator when the smoke from the funeral pyre could hide his escape. The only problem was that he landed in 1997, smashing it beyond the repair of his laser screwdriver and leaving him stuck with this snake man.

“Something wrong, darling?” Voldemort asked with a smug undertone.

The thought of peeling off Voldemort’s skin layer by layer danced in his head.

He kissed the Master’s neck, and the Master groaned despite himself, turning his head when lips became teeth, and then the most miraculous thing caught The Master’s eye. A long golden chain with an hour glass hanging from the end was draped over a lamp; the light caught in the grains of sand and winked at him. Could it be what he thought? How could he have missed it before?

Excitement fluttered in the Master’s chest. He put a firm hand behind Voldemort’s neck and guided him into a deep kiss. He let Voldemort dominate his mouth while his other hand relieved the chain from its post.

“You please Lord Voldemort.”

The Master wanted to hit him repeatedly, but instead he smiled and said “Of course I do.”

He swung his legs off the bed recovering his trousers from the floor. Once his jumper was on he sat back on the edge of the bed.

“What’s this?” he asked letting the chain slip down just a bit. The Master kept his voice casual as if the necklace in his hand was just a passing curiosity and not a means to escape.

The Master would have been disappointed if Voldemort didn’t react as fast as he did. Red jets of light and black ropes exploded from the tip of the wizard’s wand, but the Master was already slipping into the space-time continuum.

“No” Voldemort screamed with venomous anger, and the Master laughed, hoping that Voldemort would never be able to trust again.

Happy Holidays

Every one should try one

2007-11-06T15:56:01Z

I found this Quiz on sunnytyler001 journal and had to have my own

Domestic Bliss

2007-10-05T18:27:48Z

Lets just say the Master, The Doctor and Rose are all living together on the TARDIS, hypothetically of course, not cause i'm writting a fic about it, no.

What are some rules they would have in order to keep peace whilst living together?

Comments will be hidden till I'm done with the fic and then this post will be openened and all who contribute ideas will be credidtied

F-LIST HELP NEEDED

2007-09-18T22:14:30Z

Hello F-List. I have just ordered the SIMS 2 game. I need to know where I can get all the Doctor Who and Harry Potter downloads available to man kind. Doctor skins, Master skin’s, TARDIS wall paper, etc…etc.

Also if you know where I can find the freaky stuff to that’d be great.

natalies_junk @ 2007-08-13T14:20:00

2007-08-13T18:26:25Z

Title: What Is
Paring: Donna/Ten
Author: Fer de Lance natalies_junk
Rated: Nc-17 Pretty much shameless smut.
Spoilers: Season 2 and the Runaway Bride.
Disclaimer: I don’ t own the Doctor, but if I did......
Authors Notes: Well it took me forever to write this, obviously. A little AU version of what happened after Runaway Bride. I wrote it before Donna was announced as the Doctor’s new companion. Thanks to my beta’s emeryboard and stellahargrove

He’s been holding her for ten minutes. Seems like an eternity. White snow falling from the sky, his hand slipping down the white silky material of her wedding gown and then back up again. The fourth time she called for him he almost hadn’t come back, and when he opened the door of the TARDIS she didn’t have anything to say, which for her, he thought, must be a first.

“Come here,” he said, stretching out his arms to her. Humans sometimes needed physical contact when they couldn’t find words. She approached him cautiously, placing one hand on his chest and then slowly lowering her head to where her hand just was.

“You’re freezing,” she said, leaning into him.

“I’m not.” replied the Doctor, his hands taking on a mind of their own. He glided his fingers down the back of her bare arms, guiding them around his waist. His hand slipped a little further on each descent down her spine, before heading back toward her shoulder blades. And all the shoulds and should-nots fill his mind.

The warm glow from her parents’ window reminded him that he should let her go inside to them, that it was Lance she would rather have holding her, and that his hand should definitely not be resting on her waist.

Ah well, time to go before things got much more involved, before she tilted her head and was breathing moistly onto his neck... wait a moment.

“Donna?” He said, looking down at her.

He should be off on his next adventure with Rose. Donna should be on her honeymoon with Lance, except if either were the case, the Daleks or an Racnoss Queen would be controlling the Earth.

“Oi, quiet Martian boy.” She roughly threaded her fingers into the hair at the back of his skull and pulled his lips into a clumsily kiss.

“I’m not from Mars,” he reminded her for a least the third time that day.

“Really?” Her eyebrows formed into an impish question mark. “Why don’t you prove it then?” She pulled him back down for another go and her hand popped open his trousers and that’s was that. He couldn’t really resist woman with a strong streak.

He’s was tempted to pick her up and carry her over the TARDIS threshold. But given her dress, he thought it might send the wrong message, so he gently applied pressure on her right hip and maneuvered them inside.

Once the doors closed shut Donnas fingers became a lot more aggressive. Her skin was cool from standing outside in the snow, and he thought about how heated he could make it and what it would feel like to burn.

But before that he needed to get one thing sorted out. "Donna." She was squeezing his cock. He trying was play fair and she was taking horrible advantage of it.

"Donna." He took her face in his hands so that her gaze met his own. "If we do this I can’t bring you alon-"

"No underwear?" she chided mockingly. She was deliberately ignoring his warnings, and that was fine with him. If she asked him why he might just break down and tell her that he couldn’t handle a relationship with another companion so soon after losing the last one. Not that she could compare to Rose, but she was awfully demanding. He could just picture her bossing him about the TARDIS, wearing his cloths, sleeping in his room and insisting on snuggling.

"Wha’ a bad little space man." In any case he was done playing fair. He tilted the palm of his hand underneath her chin and lifted forcing her forward and onto her toes. He kissed her while she was off balance his thumb sneaking down her neck and pressing into the soft hollow of her throat.

"Hmm bad maybe...."The Doctor conceded.”I guess it depends on your point of view. Bad if you’re a giant spider trying to take over the Earth I suppose." She gasped predictably when pulled his lips away suddenly and released the pressure on her throat. He dragged his bottom lip over her jaw, slowly toward her ear. Now that he started tasting her skin he didn’t want to stop. " I did save your life though, didn’t I?" He took the lobe between his teeth and whispered wetly into it, grinning at the way she shuddered. "That was good wasn’t it?”

In response she pulled down his trousers, they got bunched at his knees, and there was some odd looking leg work as he negotiated them over his Converse.
"Well what do you think?" He asked beaming up at her. Overly impressed with the way he managed to get his trousers over his trainers without tripping.

"Oh my." She blushed back at him.

"I know, and believe me these are really long legs." He said still bragging.
She nodded dumbly. He followed her gaze downward and realized it wasn’t his ‘foot work’ she seemed to be impressed with.

"Oh.”

Up till this point he’d been finding the whole experience....pleasurably amusing? He was aroused....of course he was aroused, hard not to get excited when someone was undressing you. But he’d been slightly more preoccupied with kissing, feeling the warmth of her body radiate onto his skin. But sex, sex would be good too.

Stepping behind her he pulled her body against his." Wedding dress aren't allowed aboard the TARDIS, Donna." His voice dropped into a baritone. "I’m afraid I’ll have to confiscate it."

"I’ve had it on the whole time" She wiggled playfully against him.

"I was making an exception" He licked the exposed portion of her neck tasting the slight brackish trace of the Thames still on her skin.

Pink straps greeted him as he pulled the dress off her shoulders. It fell into a lovely pile at her feet. His cock was pressed against her ass also encased in pink lace and he had to kiss her. He wrapped an arm around her waist pulled her tight to him and peered down. There was a matching a garter belt that held up strawberry stockings and she was still wearing the horrid white shoes, maybe he would let those stay.

"Ginger everywhere," he said approvingly pushing his nose into her hair and his other hand into the more coarse hair underneath her knickers.

"Yeah."

He carried her (well she was out of the wedding dress) into the closest room with a bed. The light in the room was low and reddish. She was kissing his neck, and teasing him, something about the room looking Martian too.

He gave her a smack on the bottom as the back of his knees touched the bed and he lowered them onto it.
“Keep it up and I’ll take you to Mars and leave you there.” He teased, scratching his nails lightly over her stomach.

“You wouldn’t.” She answered with a challenging smirk.

“I....I.” The breath caught in his throat, Donna had just grabbed his erection and was lowering herself onto him, wet, slow, and warm.
He closed his eyes so she couldn’t look into them, didn’t want her to see the ridiculous amount of control, even if it was only momentary, she had over him. If she just moved a little faster and tensed her muscles he would come helplessly without being able to stop himself.

He grabbed her hips and tightened his grip so she couldn’t move.

“Just hold on a tic,” he whispered regaining his composure. No matter how many times he did this, the sensation overtook him in the same way. Humans were so soft and hot inside and the more slippery and wet they got the more silky the softness became.

“Doctor are you all right?” He peeked up at her; her mouth had dropped into a frown, eyes widened with concern.

“I’m fine.” Why would she think he wasn’t?

“Oh good. I thought I hurt you?”

“Hurt me?”

“You made a really weird face.” She said waving her hands nervously in front of her. “Alien biology and all that.”

“Does this feel alien to you?” He pushed his hips while pulling hers forward, setting a slow tempo he could build on. “No, that feels perfect.” She answered the pitch of her voice slightly raised.

~~~****~~~

“Doctor…..Doctor……” He kept her on top, but kept switching the ways he made her come. Staying perfectly still and placing his finger on her clit making her work her hips down onto him in order to find release, holding her still and thrusting up hard and fast so that her breast bounced….. Sitting up and kissing her, but now he was back on his back, thinking about something she’d said earlier.

“Please, please please.” She was sweating, her hair sticking to her neck in wet strands and her legs were shaking. As if she’d been walking out in a desert. ‘Walk in dust’ the words swirled themselves in his head like sand in a storm, of course, he knew who she was.
Donna Noble,2008, joined the peace core and opened a school in a desert country that would be attended by one of humanities greatest minds.

When her student, years later, made his acceptance speech of the Nobel Peace Prize, he would say that his greatest inspiration had been the founder of the school ‘Donna Nobel’ who kept the school open in spite of the country’s dangerous politics, and warlords. But, knowing her, he reckoned she just might have been oblivious to them and therefore not scared.

Laughter overtook him which was annoying because he’d been suspending his own release for so long he was more than ready now, he rolled them over and buried his face in the pillow in the throws of giggles.

“What’s so funny…oooo” Donna’s nails dug into his back as he moved inside her laughter subsiding into his own moans of pleasure. When he was sure, he was just about over the edge and in no danger of laughing in her face, he picked up his head and looked at her. “Donna, you’re magnificent,” he said and dissolved into her heat.

Feedback=Love

master_Rose

2007-07-26T04:31:23Z

Title: Untitled
Author: natalies_junk Fer de Lance
Paring: Master/Rose
Warnings: non-con
Disclaimer: I don’t own them

Rose Tyler was in her living room reading when she heard the noise, The TARDIS! She dropped her book and would have fallen down if she wasn’t already sitting.

The doors opened and out walked the Master.

“Doctor!” She ran into his arms. “Is it really you?”

She was already crying, tears making her black mascara run down her face. He felt himself go hard at the sight.

“I knew it I knew you’d find a way to come back for me,” she was saying.

“Yes, yes of course I did.” He smoothed his hands though her hair. “My Rose Taylor.”

“What?” she looked up at him, sniffling, but the tears had stopped, much to his disappointment.

“What?” he answered

“You just called me Rose Taylor.”

“Did I?” he said smoothly. “Sorry, regeneration scrabbles the memory a bit, its been a hundred years, you know, but I found a way, Ruth, I found a way to come back to you.”

Tears flooded down her cheeks again. “It’s Rose Tyler.” She said walking him backwards toward the couch, where she fell on top of him and started undoing his buttons. “But it doesn’t matter, all that matters is that you’re here.” Oh the adoration in her eyes was making him a bit queasy.

“Better looking this time don’t you think?” He couldn’t help himself from asking.

“Oh yes,” she agreed pushing him inside her. Hello Mrs. Tyler.

The Doctor woke with the most unique headache he’d ever endured. The left side of his head thudded with a dull ache, while a simultaneously sharp pain split the right.

What had happened . . . he had been talking to the master, that was right, and he had been setting the controls for . . . somewhere . . . and then Master had spread some green cool gel on his wrist and out he went like a light.

He held his head, wondering where he was and was relieved to find he was still on the TARDIS. Last time the Master had knocked him out, it had taken him ten years to find the TARDIS again, and another three to overthrow the Master’s newest evil empires.

Getting on to his feet the Doctor walked toward the door wondering what bizarre situation, he would be getting himself into, but feeling confident he could handle it. He was pretty crafty at undoing the Master’s little attempts at freedom.

The Master was thoroughly enjoying himself, she moaned so loudly. He held her face in his hands and ran his finger over her pouty mouth, any moment the Doctor would walk out the door and find him shagging the love of his lives.

“Rose, I’ve changed my name. Call me Master.” That gave her pause; she stopped and rested both hands on his chest. Clever he thought, but a little too late, she should have done that much earlier if she suspected he wasn’t really the Doctor.

“Not like, you know Master of you or anything.” Although of course he was. He just didn’t want to break the spell before the Doctor got there. “Like Head Master or Professor.”

She eyed him skeptically so he thought of something mushy to say. “I stopped using it after I lost you, Rose.” He let his voice fill with fake emotion. “I healed the rip in the universe, but I lost you.”

Those were the magic words, more lovely tears as she leaned forward kissing him, desperately. He put his hand behind her neck and the other on her hip tilting her backwards so she could see the TARDIS while he fucked her.

“Now say it, Rose, call me by my new name.”

“Master.” She whispered, her eyes closed, as the TARDIS door started to open.

“Louder, open your eyes look at me.” He hissed out, holding back the thundering release he knew would take him. She obeyed, like a good little girl, and the timing was perfect, he got to see it all. The look of horror and shock on both of their faces as the Doctor opened the TARDIS door. It was the best orgasm he had in years.

Last of Timelords

2007-06-30T22:20:19Z

My thoughts on The Last of The Time Lords. Hidden behind cuts for spoilers.

ROTFLMAO

The doctor wishes himself big again. What more can I say? I’m sort of glad they killed off the Master, so that way John Simm could possibly play the Doctor when David leaves.

He would make an excellent Doctor don’t you think? Then they can make some reference about, regenerating into the one you love, Oh don’t look at me like it’s ridiculous, THE DOCTOR WISHES HIMSELF BIG AGAIN!!!!!

natalies_junk @ 2007-04-20T20:51:00

2007-04-20T23:54:54Z

David Tennnat sex porn anyone? Just watch the clip. It starts out sad, but just trust me keep wathching.
Warning Spoilers for Secret Smile.

natalies_junk @ 2007-04-02T17:38:00

2007-04-01T20:41:42Z

Hello my name is Natalie. I write under the pen name Fer de Lance I don’t have any fics up yet but I’m working on a ten/donna. My favorite Doctors are Three, Four, Nine, and Ten. I ship doctor/ almost everybody. If you want me to add you as a friend, drop me a comment, or friend me and I will do the same.