A plateful of cookies

Rips.
Rifts.
Time breaks.
Whatever you called them, tears in the fabric of time and space were usually harmless and closed themselves without consequence. The ones that didn’t successfully do so, the Doctor took it upon themselves to deal with, either closing them or making sure they were carefully monitored.

Over two dozen popping up all over Sheffield, large enough for a lone valdosaurus to appear in Graham’s garden and making one of the Hallamshire Police patrol vehicles go missing? That was worth her attention, though the number of them wasn’t their most worrying aspect.

The app the Doctor has installed on Ryan’s phone chimes, the fourth time in nearly as many minutes. It dings a few seconds later, indicating that the break in time has closed.

Their frequency was what had called the Doctor back to Sheffield off-schedule. It also made fixing whatever was causing them a priority. Before the Doctor can address their cause though, she needs to do something about the symptoms, stem the rate at which the occurrences are happening and hopefully give her more time before they reach a critical mass.

For that she needs Yorkshire’s finest cup of tea and her friends that aren’t currently keeping a prehistoric dinosaur occupied and away from the front garden.

Title: a little quickens, but much extinguishes

Series: Doctor Who
Character/Pairing: Thirteen/Missy, cameos from the series 11 team
Genre: Angst, fluff
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1747
Dedication: for the soulmate AU prompt given by zahnie “the one where you and your soulmate share an emotional link“ and completed for AceMcshane

The Doctor and the Master are bound to feel each other's emotions. They've gone through periods of delighting in this connection and through periods of denying what they feel isn't their own.
After the colony ship, after regenerating, the Thirteenth Doctor struggles to relearn how to ignore the longing in her hearts.

It works until it doesn't.

previously published as an ask on tumblr, but now edited and available on AO3

Once, their bond had made them inseparable. It had given them strength, the disapproving mutterings only driving them closer together, to the only other person who truly understood. Even the attempts to appeal to their pride as Time Lords in potentia and their duty to their Houses could not drive them apart.

No. They had driven each other away instead.

They eventually learned the ability to ignore the emotions that filtered through across time and space. It was easy to disregard the acrid resentment they shared, that mutual bitterness making it easier to believe that the emotion was their own. But it was harder to bury the desperate longing they each had, hide it deep enough they could pretend they didn't reciprocate the aching desire that drifted through the link between them like smoke.

Eventually they could even manage to disregard the blaze of emotion that flared into life when they stumbled across each other's paths. A task made easier if they each pretended the hurt and hope that flickered in the hearts of the other was their own.

Except it could never be easy for them to forget one another, to deny their connection to the only other person who could understand them. But they tried.

The bond between them had almost been doused on the shore of a lake, on a planet devoted to trial and execution. The light between them forever extinguished by her death, until she had offered up the tiniest spark of hope. A spark they hadn't been aware they both sheltered.

They had seventy glorious years, nurturing and fanning that glowing point of hope. Until it had grown out of control and consumed them both.

Title: an echo of the promise we made

Series: Doctor Who
Character/Pairing: Twelve/Missy, Thirteen/Missy
Genre: Romance, fluff, mild angst
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1709
Dedication: For zabbers and AceMcshane
Summary:

They've made so many promises to each other other the years. It's time to make one final vow.

or,

As children they promised to marry. Millennia later, in the Vault, they finally do so.

also available on AO3

She's playing a Gallifreyan wedding song when he enters the vault sometime in the nineties. It's meant for four hands, but she does a remarkable job of condensing it for two, the melody and rhythm reduced down to their essential parts and free of the usual trademark flourishes of Gallifreyan music. The result is pleasing, and the Doctor finds it more enjoyable than the march played at his own wedding millennia ago, his steps lightening as he makes his way to the centre of the Vault.

"What's the occasion?" he asks, setting the tea tray down on the table nearest the piano and beginning to empty out his pockets. There's a couple of novels today, a half finished piece of crochet and a still warm soft boiled egg.

"Our marriage, silly." There's a purposeful flourish, a flick of the wrist to ruin his enjoyment of her playing.

The Doctor turns to face her, the tail end of the crochet still leading to the ball of wool in his pocket. "We're not married." It comes out cold and stern, something that seems to come easily to this body. He doesn't mean to sound so harsh, but he's surprised at her claim.

The particular references I tried to make are:

Seeds are a symbol of new life. Apple seeds in particular are interesting, as each seed in an apple would produce a radically different tasting apple if planted and allowed to fruit without grafting.

Asgardian apple seeds aren't poisonous at all, in contrast to Earth apple seeds. While there isn't enough cyanide in an apple's worth of seeds to poison a person, prolonged exposure isn't exactly healthy. It's more out of habit that Jane goes to dispose of the seed in the first slice, and apple seeds aren't terribly nice to accidentally bite down on either.

Contrast and interaction with Christian and Ancient Greek mythologies. Eve and the fruit of knowledge, Persephone and the pomegranate.
Both Even and Persephone, in most traditional renderings of their tales, were deceived into eating their fruit or at least that eating it would bring no harm.
Jane however is fully aware of what eating Iðunn's apples will do to her and what she does next is entirely up to her. L
There's also more fruit of knowledge parallels in that, yes, Jane will able to study the universe for a couple thousand more years, as well as possibly learning how to use magic.