Martha leaving the Doctor in the Last of the Time Lords was not just about the Doctor not loving her back. It was about her needing to take care of her family after the Year That Never Was, it was about her realizing she’d been losing herself to the idea of being in love with this impossible man — and letting his subconscious treatment of her and idolization of Rose affect her self-esteem and self-confidence — for over year, and it was about the fact that continuing to be in that environment was not healthy to her life or her mental health.
Don’t do the disservice of reducing that choice down to it simply being about the Doctor not reciprocating her feelings. Leaving was the smartest thing Martha could ever do, the best thing for herself, the Doctor, and her family.
P.S. Fuck anyone who uses her choice for leaving as a reason to hate her along with the words “how DARE she leave the Doctor when he ~needed~ her” like he fucking owns her or some shit. Because, congratulations, you’re a dumb ass.
The eminently wonderful jj91s noted that it always seems to be Enjolras and Grantaire hiding their relationship and everyone finding out/figuring it out anyway, and she thought it’d be great if E/R weren’t hiding their relationship at all, and their friends just happen to be, well…oblivious.
So I did my best :)
Modern AU, established E/R, ridiculous fluff. That’s all.
Grantaire sighed heavily and drained his glass of wine before setting it down on the table with a satisfying thud. “Well, that’s the night for me, I suppose,” he said, to no one in particular, since Bossuet at his side was deep in a muttered conversation with himself as he scolded his own shoelaces for not staying tied (Bossuet often had conversations with inanimate objects, normally in exasperation for the various things they did to him, often, seemingly, of their own accord).
From across the room, Enjolras looked up and blinked at Grantaire, his brow furrowed slightly. “Leaving so soon?” he called, and the room — previously abuzz with conversation — seemed to hold its collective breath as it waited for Enjolras to scold Grantaire for leaving early without truly helping them, or something of that ilk.
Instead, Grantaire gave Enjolras a genuine and mostly non-sarcastic grin and shrugged. “I promised Joly I’d walk Bossuet home, since he lost a contact. And since he has to get home early for some bizarre reason, I, too, must excuse myself.”
Enjolras smiled back and shrugged. “Ok.” The room let out the breath it had been holding and conversation returned to normal, if slightly relieved that there wasn’t going to be another of Enjolras and Grantaire’s legendary fights. In fact, the conversation returned so rapidly that no one heard Enjolras tell Grantaire, “Let me walk with you part of the way.”