from the prompt given to me: "the little blue boy and the moon man."
fandom: doctor who
characters: the doctor, oc, brief mention of river song
warnings: implied death, angsty doctor being angry
word count: 780
summary: His name was Arthur, and he liked puddles, his backyard, and that nice lady down the road (the one with the multitude of roses) who always talked to him when he walked home from school.
His name was Arthur, and he liked puddles, his backyard, and that nice lady down the road (the one with the multitude of roses) who always talked to him when he walked home from school. Sometimes she'd give him a slice of brownie if he had done something particularly spectacular in the playground.
Arthur was six when he met the Doctor. He had just learned how to tie his shoes and could remember silly facts about nature. (Did you know doctor, that pine-cones can predict the weather? No Arthur, I did not).
And then there was the invasion. Some alien race that decided today was their day to invade Planet Earth. There were lots of ships in the sky, and the Doctor distinctly remembers Arthur asking if this was to do with that new show on telly.
There was shooting. And running. And yelling. More yelling.
"Yes Arthur? wait a sec— I TOLD YOU, HE'S NOT YOUR KING! LOOK AT HIS THUMB!"
"You're not a Moon Man, are you?"
"Of course I'm not a Moon Man! Moon Men are silly, they're made of cheese. Great for someone like me, I love cheese. Well, y'know, it's not so great for the Moon Men, 'cause, I'm eating them— mind you, they grow limbs like starfish, I'll have you know, you just nibble on them and do remember to ask, they get horribly cranky if you just hop on and start devou–"
"But you can take me to the moon, right?"
"And back, Arthur. I can show you a planet with five hundred and sixty-two moons, and the ocean there is constantly undecided about whether it's up or down."
Arthur's grin was positively blinding.
The legend of the Little Blue Boy is a tale feared by many Androgen's. He is considered ill luck, and there are several days in the Androge Lunar Year where rituals are performed in the hopes of keeping the Little Blue Boy complacent, and not particularly genocidal.
He has never come, of course, but the Androgen's cling to their traditions, lest the Little Blue Boy arises from his watery tomb to bring back the oncoming fire and storm he unleashed upon their army and planet so many centuries ago.