A Day With You
A Day With You
(Part 1 | Part 2)
Pairing: Dh!Master x Autistic!Reader
Word Count: 2800
Summary: The Master and the reader spend a day together, and some feelings finally come to light.
Warnings: Mild self-deprecating language
A/N: Sorry this took so long but my teachers decided to give me lots of tests this past week. Also, requests are open đ
Ever since you had told The Master youâre autistic, travelling with him had definitely become easier. Of course, it wasnât completely smooth sailing, but he had started to accommodate for your sensory issues and you appreciated it. Also, you were pretty sure that he had done some research on autism as he had started to ask about and help with things that you had never mentioned to him.
For example, he was currently cooking you breakfast, after finding you stuck in your bed already exhausted from getting dressed that morning. He had asked if you were alright, and immediately understood what was happening when you had grumbled about executive dysfunction. The Master had gently helped you along to the kitchen, and sat you down at the breakfast bar before starting to cook your favourite breakfast meal for you.
Sitting and watching him cooking caused a warm feeling in your chest. When the two of you spent time together like this, you could almost pretend that he loved you too.
You were pulled out of your thoughts when a plate was placed down in front of you, quickly followed by a cup of tea. Smiling up at him, you murmured a tired âthank youâ before digging in. Surprisingly, he sat down next to you with his own plate and started eating as well. The two of you only tended to share meals together when you were out exploring alien planets, and you had rarely seen him eat when on the TARDIS.
Not wanting to scare him off, you continued to eat your breakfast in silence, trying not to over think the situation. He had finished his meal before you, so as soon as you had finished your tea he was already placing your cup, cutlery and plate into the dishwasher.
âYou feel like leaving the TARDIS today, or would you prefer to stay in and rest?â The Master asked you, leaning on the worktop in front of you to get your attention.
âI could do a short trip out, get some fresh air. Nothing too adventurous though.â You gave him a slightly awkward smile and hoped that the blush on your face, that had been caused by his intensive care of you, wasnât too noticeable.
âGood, I was thinking we could go to this little planet in the Pegasus Galaxy called Mipra.â He started to walk out of the kitchen and you quickly got up to follow him.
âThe people there arenât anywhere near advancing to space travel yet, but one of their cities has a brilliant marketplace that I thought you would enjoy. Itâs quite similar to Earth in a lot of ways, but they sell things you wonât be able to find anywhere else this side of the universe.â Listening to him monologue instantly made you smile, and you were very glad that he was looking at where he was going rather than you. âAlso, Iâve already checked and it shouldnât be bad for your senses - but I already have an exact time to go so that the market wonât be busy.â
Oh yeah, heâd also been doing that recently. Every place you went to he made sure to check that the planetâs atmosphere wouldnât be too much for you like it had been on Zacrypso. Honestly it had only made you fall more in love with him, as he had been the first person to ever care about you enough to do that. You tried not to read too far into it though, as he was probably doing it because he felt guilty.
Soon enough the two of you had landed on the planet, and he was holding open the door for you. The city that you had landed in reminded you of pictures that you had seen of Old Town in Stockholm. Every building was its own unique colour, but they were saturated enough that it wasnât too bright for you.
Every street that you could see was lined with various shops and market stalls selling a range of objects - most of which you hadnât ever seen before. There was a grin on your face as you looked back to The Master, who was giving you a small smile.
Turning back to face the beautiful marketplace, you strided towards the closest cluster of stalls, eager to investigate whatever they were selling.
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The Master hadnât been able to keep the smile off of his face as he followed you around the marketplace. He was very content to simply watch as you investigated the various trinkets each stall was offering, occasionally choosing something to buy. He also made sure to stand behind you and look menacing whenever someone looked like they were going to try and scam you, very pleased at the fear on their faces when they saw him.
Watching you, he realised how fascinated you could be by the simplest of things, and how you had a tendency to gravitate towards the items that looked like they were half-broken out of pity. The Master thought it was adorable.
As the two of you wandered down another alleyway, he noticed that you took a wide girth to avoid a stall. Upon further inspection, he noticed that the stall was selling various types of fish, and he made a mental note of your aversion to the smell.
Ever since you had told him about being autistic, The Master had tried to discover anything that you didnât like so that he could protect you from them in the future. It had been a couple of months since he had taken you to Zacrypso, but he still felt guilty despite your insistence otherwise. He also hadnât made another attempt to woo you since then, and instead he had tried to squash his feelings for you down so far that he would forget they even exist.
Unfortunately, you seemed to thwart his efforts simply by being yourself. Everything you did made his hearts race faster, and he was glad for this regenerationâs darker complexion, as otherwise you would have definitely caught onto his feelings by now. For example, you were currently telling him all about a little blue plant that you had bought from a vendor while he had been buying drinks. Half the information you were telling him was completely incorrect but he wasnât going to bother correcting you because of how enthusiastic you were. He loved the way you held the little plant as though it was the most precious item you had ever owned.
âIâve decided Iâm going to name her Cerulean, cause of her colour.â You told him with a definitive nod, and he was lucky that your words had baffled him enough that he didnât melt at your expression.
âHer?â
âYep, I know most plants donât tend to have a gender, but this one feels like a âherâ to me.â You told him with a shrug.
âWhy name it then? â He couldnât help but be curious, unsure as to whether this was just a you thing or a human thing.
âWell itâs a plant, theyâre living things, they deserve names.â You tilted you head as you addressed him, as though it was impossible for you to imagine not naming the plant.
âYouâre adorable.â The words slipped out of his mouth before he really had time to think, but he didnât let his panic show, focusing on your reaction instead.
His hearts warmed slightly when you went from shocked at what he had said to flustered within seconds. You were now avoiding his gaze by staring at the floor, but he could see the smile on your blushing face. He was just about able to hear the mumbled âthanksâ before he decided it was best to lead you on down the alley.
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You had enjoyed your morning out on Mipra, the planet had been close enough to Earth that you didnât feel disoriented, yet you were still able to experience alien culture with the marketplace. One downside was that the majority of food they had on offer was seafood - or at least it looked that way - and none of it had particularly appealed to you, so The Master had suggested you head back to the TARDIS for lunch.
As soon as you passed through the doors you started to notice just how tired you were, and you knew that you probably wouldnât be able to gather enough energy to go back out to the planet after lunch. Luckily, you knew that The Master wouldnât mind, so you happily followed him into the kitchen for the second time that day, taking the same seat that you had that morning and placing down the various knick-knacks you had bought onto the counter.
You didnât even know what half of what you bought was, but you knew that none of it was dangerous since The Master had stepped in whenever he saw you eying up anything that could have harmed you. As you inspected all of your items, paying close attention to Cerulean, your mind wandered back to earlier. More specifically, you were replaying the moment that The Master had called you adorable for what was probably the 100th time by now, and you felt your face heating up yet again.
You must have zoned out because the next thing you knew The Master was asking you what sauce you wanted on the pasta you hadnât notice him cooking. Brining yourself back to reality you managed to answer before he got too suspicious.
Luckily for you, The Master didnât try to initiate conversation while you were eating, giving you time to push the moment from earlier out of your mind and focus back on reality completely.
âDo you feel up to going back to the market?â He asked once you had both finished your meals.
âI donât think I have enough energy for that, but we could do something in the TARDIS if you wanted?â You suggested, hoping that he wouldnât chose TARDIS repairs over spending time with you.
âSure, what do you have in mind?â He addressed you with an unreadable look, which made you slightly nervous.
âUh, I mean do you have any board games or video games? We could play some of them?â
âThat sounds good, I think I have some board games in the library.â He told you, getting up from his seat to head in that direction, causing you to do the same.
You werenât quite sure why he was spending all this time with you, but you had noticed him doing it more often recently. When you had started travelling with him he would often close himself away from you by working on his TARDIS, or planning out ways to overthrow planets. Nowadays, he seemed to chose spending time with you over doing those activities more often than not. You couldnât deny that you appreciated it, as you loved to spend the time with him.
Contrary to what most would believe, he was actually pretty laid back the majority of the time, and he tended to go along with whatever you wanted to do. Though he would always leave you alone to rest if you needed it.
Since Zacrypso the two of you had gotten a lot closer, and your feelings from him had grown as well. At times like these, when he seemed so dedicated to you, you couldnât help but wonder if maybe he felt the same way. Those feelings had been easily bushed aside when you realised that The Master probably had some ulterior motive for anything the two of you did together, but you were finding it much more difficult for you to justify his actions without coming to the conclusion that he cared for you.
Like how the last time he had gone on a solo mission - normally the ones that he deemed too dangerous for a human to go on - and he had come back with a new stim toy for you. He also always made sure that you bought your ear defenders along with you whenever he was planning to cause some explosions.
You had been so lost in thought that you didnât notice you were in the library until The Master caught your attention, showing off a range of board games and asking you to pick. Half of the games he owned you hadnât even heard of, so you decided the best option was to choose the Game of Life and let The Master choose the other.
The two of you ended up playing games for hours, and at some point it had evolved into casual conversation, sitting next to each other on the floor of the library with the remnants of your games strewn out over the coffee table. As he laughed at something you had said, you felt yourself enticed by his image, unable to tear your eyes away from his face. He was beautiful and ethereal, and somehow he was convinced that out of everyone in the universe, you were the one worth spending his time with.
âThank you, for today, it was lovely.â You told him, still staring at him.
âThereâs no need to thank me, Iâd do this for you anytime, dear.â He replied, turning to face you with a soft smile.
âWhy?â
âWhy?â
âIâm just a human, why would you do anything for me?â You felt small when you asked the question, baring all of your weaknesses for The Master to see.
âBut youâre not just a human, youâre so much more than the rest of them, at least to me. Youâre no where near as annoying as the rest of your species, not to mention that youâre clever enough to keep up with over half of what I say. Youâre also pretty funny, I like your jokes and sarcasm, even if any sarcasm in return can fly over your head.â As he was speaking, he seemed to be studying your face, as though he too couldnât tear his eyes away. âI find you so endearing, and I actually like spending time with you, which is more than I can say for the rest of the universe. Also, youâre absolutely beautiful, not just in looks but in your outlook on the world as well.â
At his words you could feel your face heating up, especially when his last sentence finally made sense in your mind.
âYou think Iâm beautiful?â
âOf course, I always have.â The look he gave you was so genuine that you knew he couldnât be lying. âCan I tell you something y/n?â
âYes, Master.â
âI think Iâm in love with you, actually I know I am. Iâve known for quite a while now but Iâve been too worried about how you would react.â He had turned away from you know, focusing on the carpetâs intricate designs. âBut spending this day with you, I realised that I canât hide these feelings any longer. If you want me to just drop you off at home Iâll understand.â
His voice had gotten quieter and more unsure as he went on, and he had begun to shrink in on himself.
Without thinking you reached your hand out to hold his, intertwining your fingers. He gave a small gasp and looked up, his deep brown eyes meeting yours in an intense gaze. If he was any other person you wouldnât be able to hold this eye contact, if he was any other person you wouldnât have been able to even hold his hand. He wasnât any other person though, he was The Master, and you loved him.
âI love you too.â You told him with a shaky breath and a wide grin, scared about the vulnerability but oh so happy that you had finally said those words out loud.
His mouth fell open in shock, before turning into a grin that matched yours, and you found yourself struggling to not melt into a puddle right then. Slowly, giving you time to get away, he reached out his free hand to cup your face. Then, somehow even slower, he started to pull your face towards his. You closed your eyes, hoping to sway some of your nerves by not looking at him, though it didnât help much.
When your lips finally touched, it felt so soft, and intimate. Though somehow it also managed to feel completely electrifying at the same time. You allowed yourself to fall fully into his embrace, as he moved his hand to grip around your waist and pull you in further.
Eventually, you had to break for air, and once you did you leant your forehead on his shoulder. Your face was flushed and your breath was still struggling to come, but you were smiling and he was holding you. Looking up to him, you felt an overwhelming sense of safety and love, and you knew that no matter what the future held for the two of you, everything would be alright if he was by your side.
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Waking Up Beside The Two Of You
Edward Teach x Reader x Stede Bonnet
Summary - The Reader wakes up in the arms of their boyfriends.
Warnings - nothing, I think, just fluff
Word Count - 439
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested.
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A calming purple cloud swam around your head as you rode on the back of a dolphin through the sky. You were dreaming, you knew that, but you didnât want this fantastical fiction to end. Though, you did wonder what was going on around your sleep-ridden form.Â
A few voices drifted in and out of your ears. It was Ed and Stede. You could tell that it was them even in your dreamy state. Conversations about pirates and plans were being had by the voices, causing the dreamworld you were in to shift to a fanciful version of the pirate life. Just you, Stede and Ed sailing a flying ship through the purple clouds. Occasionally, one of you would pull the other into each other's arms and dance and kiss on the deck while sailing to your next adventure.Â
Some sunspots began to shine through your dream and some of your partnerâs conversations began to echo in your mind more clearly. You knew that you were beginning to wake up now.Â
âWhat if we created a multi-barrel cannon? Multiple barrels for multiple shots meaning more damage.â Ed gestured.Â
âRevolutionary!â Stede whisper-shouted slightly louder than he and Ed had wished.
âShush! Donât wake them up, man!â
Despite Edâs statement, you stirred. Most of your dream world disappeared into the darkness, but the images of your boyfriends remained in your mind. With your eyes still closed, your arms stretched out into the air, and you felt a hand on each arm caressing your skin.
âGood morning, dear.â Stede welcomed you as soon as you opened your eyes.
âMorninâ, love!â Ed winked at you before continuing to speak.
âFinally joined us in the world of the awakened, I see.â
âGood morning Blackbeard and The Gentleman Pirate.â You often teased them with their pirate names, especially as cheeky morning hellos and nighttime goodnights.
âDid you sleep well?â Stede asked genuinely.
âI had very interesting and pleasant dreams. What about you two?â
âWe were just planning out some brand new weapons.â Stede was very excited, more than usual one might argue.
âWell ⊠I donât know if itâs new, but it will scare the life outta our enemies, Iâd say!âÂ
âYou must tell me what you are planning!âÂ
âAfter breakfast you two. We have to be all ship shape ⊠ahhhh ⊠before we get to the pirating.â Stede lept out of bed excitedly while you and Ed shared a jokingly-annoyed look about Stedeâs horrible pun. The three of you, once fully out of bed, then ventured over to Stedeâs secret wardrobe in order to get dressed before enjoying your breakfast and morning together.Â
Trust In Me
Dhawan!Master x Reader
Summary -Â The Master kidnaps The Reader away from The Doctor in order to get The Reader to love him. But The Masterâs plans are halted when The Reader refuses to not only interact with him but also sleep.
Based On This Request -
Warnings - The Master hypnotises the reader without their consent, The Master being possessive, kidnapping, darker fic, (tell me if there are other warnings that I should add)
Word Count - 1421
A/n -Â Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! Iâll link the softer version of this request here if you would like to read that version.
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The Master loved you. He was obsessed with you. You were his and he was yours. He just didnât know why he had these feelings for you. You were a Human! The Master would outlive you 100 times over and still have a long life ahead of himself. But he loved you, so suffering in your absence seemed like a minor inconvenience as long as The Master was granted the joy of spending one lifetime with you.
There was only one problem with the situation The Master found himself in: you hated The Master. The Master had killed a close friend of yours while he was disguising himself as O. The Master did try to make you understand his mindset, he would never have killed a friend of yours if he had known that they were your friend, but he didnât know that at the time of their death. So, your friend was fair game.Â
Your hatred for The Master seemed to increase with all the time you were spending with The Doctor. She was poisoning your mind! The Master had to help you, get you away from The Doctorâs toxic lies. Maybe The Master could finally make you see that he was who you should trust? He was the one you should be travelling with. He loved you more than anything. He deserved to travel with you compared to The Doctor who just saw you as a new pet. The Master had to make you see the truth.
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The Master had kidnapped you five days ago, and you hated every second of your time with him. He was always around you, asking you constant questions about how you were feeling in your new home. He would loom over you, lean in too close to your face and always stare at your lips. You were disgusted by his audacity. All of this combined with The Master demeaning The Doctor at every chance, you were becoming infuriated. You were waiting, desperately, for the moment when The Doctor would burst through The Masterâs TARDIS doors, or her TARDIS to materialise in The Masterâs console room. Either way, The Doctor would have saved you and you would no longer be trapped within the walls of The Masterâs TARDIS.Â
Tonight was difficult for you. You couldnât stop thinking of what your future would be. Would The Doctor actually save you? Would you be stuck with The Master forever? What would he do if you didnât give in to his affections? You couldnât sleep, like many nights before while you were here in The Masterâs TARDIS, and you were becoming restless. So, you walked to the kitchen in order to get something to eat and distract your mind from your kidnapping.
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âWhat are you doing up?â The Master burst through the kitchen, startling you. You had no idea how long you had been in the kitchen, arguing with The Master in your head, but by his upset tone, it must have been a while.Â
The Master stalked toward you. He was trying to be mysterious and alluring, hoping that you would find it attractive, but he just ended up appearing menacing.Â
âI couldnât sleep.â You said while mumbling into your hot drink to avoid his intense eyes.
âWhy? You have everything you could ever want.â
âMaybe it has something to do with the fact that you kidnapped me.âÂ
The Master huffed and turned to face away from you. He pinched the bridge of his nose while trying to come up with something that might impress you. No ideas come to his mind. He wanted you to love him so badly that he was getting emotional and not able to think properly. Maybe if he distracted you for a bit, he could come up with something brilliant.
âLetâs play a game, then.â The Master turned back around to you with open, exasperated arms.Â
âA game? You donât seem like the type to play games.â
âMaybe if you took the opportunity to get to know me, you would find out what type of person I am.â The Master leaned on the table and loomed over you. He was smirking hopefully, but you were too tired to deal with his assumptions right now.
âI donât want to get to know you.â
âIs that you talking or The Doctor?â Somehow, The Master leaned in even closer to you. To appear nonchalant, The Master stirred your drink with the spoon you lazily kept in it, before returning to stare at your eyes and lips.
âMe. Itâs me talking. Believe it or not, I have a brain that isnât controlled by The Doctor.âÂ
The Master sneered. He believed you, of course, you didnât sound like The Doctor like all of her other companions did. However, The Master latched onto the word control. He couldnât help but imagine you being dependent upon him. Not necessarily 24/7 once you got used to being with The Master, but more so in the bedroom. The Master wanted to control you, completely destroy you with pleasure, and make you want no one else but him. But he would have to work to get you to like him first.
âMaybe you should tell The Doctor that then. She has been speaking for you.â
âYouâve talked to her.â You had been trying to avoid The Masterâs gaze during this interaction, you werenât exactly comfortable with the way he looked at you, so you tended to avoid looking at him entirely. However, when The Master mentioned The Doctorâs communications, you jolted your gaze up to look at The Master in excitement. The Master immediately realized his mistake. He just gave you hope of being saved. That was never going to happen; The Master knew that he better kill your hope in The Doctor now before you get too hurt.
âBefore this. She hasnât contacted me since I collected you, love.â
âCollected? You mean kidnapped. And I donât believe you.â
âYou should. Itâs the truth.â A half-truth. The Master ignored every message he received. So even though The Doctor definitely tried to get in contact, The Master never saw said messages.
âAnyway, our game!â The Master needed to distract you and let you get some sleep before he made you love him.
âWhat game did you have in mind?â
âA staring contest.â
âWhy?â
âYou said that you werenât tired. Prove it.â The Master cocked his head to the side and inspected your face: dark circles, burst blood vessels in your eyes, dry skin and messy hair. How did he let you get this bad? He needed to take better care of you.
âFine! Iâll play your little game.â You finally agreed, too tired to argue. The Master ignored the bitterness in your comment and sat across from you.
When the two of you started the game, you realised that you had never looked The Master in the eye before. You thought you had, even though you knew that you hated looking him in the eye, but it was obvious to you now that you had never seen the beauty that was The Masterâs eyes. His eyes were truly beautiful; a warm amber with dark coffee rings surrounding the outside of his iris. They almost remind you of a supernova; they were just so awe-inspiring. You couldnât stop looking at The Masterâs eyes and you felt yourself being drawn closer to him somehow.
âWhen did you get so close?â You blinked a couple of times trying to figure out when the two of you repositioned yourself in this way.
âIâve always been this close, donât you remember?â You shook your head and continued to blink many times in an attempt to blink away the sleepy feeling taking over you.
âKeep looking at me, love. You want to finish our game, donât you?â The Master grabbed your chin to make you face him again. After he repositioned your face, he kept his hand on your cheek and rubbed his thumb soothingly in circles around your temple.
âYes, Master.â
âGood Human.â You stared into The Masterâs mesmerizing eyes until your eyes fully closed, feeling incredibly heavy. You felt yourself wobble for a moment before letting sleep finally take over. You fell onto The Masterâs shoulder and The Master quickly scooped you up into his strong arms.
Maybe The Master hadnât been the best master he could be to you. So, The Master dropped you off in his room to sleep off his hypnotism and began to enact his plan to woo you properly.
Warm On A Cold Night
Gomez!Master x Reader
Summary -Â Missy breaks in and out of The Vault a lot since the two of you got togetherÂ
Warnings -Â references of The Vault
Word Count - 417
A/n -Â Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested
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You heard some shuffling and some soft bumps from outside your room. You assumed that the sound was caused by one of your neighbours. Your upstairs neighbour, in particular, had the propensity to stomp when they were tired. So, in your half-asleep mind, you turned in your bed to find a more comfortable position and try to go back to sleep because there was nothing to be worried about. But some time not too long after hearing the noise, you felt two slender arms snake around your stomach. You nearly jumped out of your skin until you heard jestful tutting in your ear.
âNow, now, my dearie ⊠Arenât scared of your Mistress, are you?â
âYou know that I am not, Missy. But maybe donât stalk into my room in the middle of the night next time.â You relaxed into Missyâs warm body, excited to fall asleep in her arms and have a serious discussion of why she escaped The Vault again later when you were more awake. Missy seemed to have other plans, however.
âBut I love getting your heart racing!â Missy nipped at your ear wantonly and nuzzled into your side. If she was going to tease you when you were half asleep, you were going to find out why.
âMissy, what are you doing here?â
âThe Vault was cold.â She somehow nuzzled closer to you. Her breath was so hot against your neck and her arms gripped tightened their grip on you.
âMissyâŠâ
âSeriously. The Doctor and that oaf Nardole donât allow me to control the temperature of The Vault even though I am the one being forced to stay there.â
âMissy. Why are you really here? I know when you are upset about something.â You heard her sigh defeatedly into your neck but told you the truth softly.
âI missed you.â You turned in Missyâs strong grasp and kissed her cheek.
âI like hearing you say that. And I missed you, too. I could have visited you if you had wanted me to. You didnât need to come all the way out here. I donât want anything bad to happen to you.â
âNo, I like being here with you, rather than at The Vault.âÂ
âDo you want to do anything or just sleep?â
âJust sleep. I can tell that you are tired. And I sleep better with you.
âGoodnight Missy. I love you so much.â Missy kissed your forehead and buried herself into your torso.
âI love you more. Now sleep, my dearie.â
I was looking up the language of flowers for an upcoming fic I am writing and I found this on Wikipedia ...
âIn J. K. Rowling's 1997 novel Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Professor Severus Snape uses the language of flowers to express regret and mourning for the death of Lily Potter, his childhood friend and Harry Potter's mother, according to Pottermore.â
Why do I not remember this? Is this true?
If it is true, part of me wants to reference this in my fic.
Current Fic Posting Schedule*
Planned Post Date
Tuesday, 22 October 2024
Pumpkin Dreams - Simm!Master x Reader --- POSTED
Wednesday, 23 October 2024
Wait, This Is Good! - Whittaker!Doctor x Reader --- POSTED
Thursday, 24 October 2024
Tender Is The Touch - Dhawan!Master x Reader
Music Is Subjective - Maestro x Reader
Friday, 25 October 2024
Not Titled Yet - Dhawan!Master x Reader
Not Titled Yet - Any Doctor x Reader
Monday, 28 October 2024
This Is Impossible - Whittaker!Doctor x Reader
Coincidence, Right? - Eccleston!Doctor x Reader
Trouble Sleeping - Tennant!Doctor x Reader
Tuesday, 29, October 2024
Jump In The Line, Or Rather Leaves - Smith!Doctor x Reader
Wednesday, 30 October 2024
Not Titled Yet - Dhawan!Master x Reader
Relaxing Confessions - Whittaker!Doctor x Reader
Thursday, 31 October 2024
Fallen Leaf Hair - Maestro x Reader
Not Titled Yet - Smith!Doctor x Reader
Friday, 1 November 2024
Not Titled Yet - Dhawan!Master x Reader
*This will be edited if anything changes and either updated (if people like this system) or deleted.
*** Also this does include the Autumnal Bash fics
Had a very fun time during the Ghost live stream earlier today!
Thankfully it didnât crash like the Spotify Live event!
If anyone wants to watch the stream, itâs still on YouTube.
I highly recommend it if you like either Ghost or Mastodon.
Borrowed Black Hoodie
Simm!Master x Reader
Summary -Â The reader finds The Masterâs hoodie and he doesnât have the heart to ask for it back.
Warnings -Â nothing, just fluff
Word Count -Â 957
A/n -Â Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Iâm making this a fic about my personal AU where The Doctor didnât regenerate, and he and The Master travelled together post-EOT. This is just my maladaptive daydream since I was ten and I need it.
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The Master grumbled under his breath as he sauntered into the library. The Doctor had just taunted him about his crush on you, said crush which The Master always denied having. Yet, the old Time Lord found himself seeking you out whenever The Doctor got like this The Master could complain about his old friend to you. Today was no different. The Master knew that you would be in the library, because you often lounged there, and he was so excited to rant to you. However, when he found you in a comfy chair by the roaring fire you were fast asleep.Â
Initially, upon seeing you, The Master wished to wake you up. His rant about The Doctorâs crazy theories needs to be heard after all. But when he looked at you, so comfy and unaware and innocent. The Master couldnât bring himself to wake you up just because of his own selfish reasons. So, instead, he did everything he could to make you more comfortable.
 The Master searched for a blanket within the vast library and finally, he saw one. The Master brought it back to where you were and placed it over you. The Master stood back and looked at you. You still didnât look as comfortable as you could. So he fetched yet another blanket and tucked you snuggly into both.Â
The Master, then, was about to leave, but that still didnât feel just right. He felt a growing warmth of sentimentality flow through him. He knew what he would have to do, not just because the Time Lord wanted to be possessive over you, but because he had to make sure that his, hopefully, future partner was warm. The Master sighed dramatically and shuffled out of his old and well-worn hoodie. He placed the item of clothing over the blankets. In your sleep-filled state, you unknowing cuddled the hoodie closer to yourself. The Master stared at you longingly for a moment as another warm feeling spread through his hearts. Upon realizing how real his feelings for you were, however, The Master rushed out of the library to deal with his feelings alone.
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You woke up randomly. Fragments of a dream about The Master floated through your head as you tried to place your surroundings. The library. Thatâs where you were. Yes, you remembered reading a new book a couple of hours ago. You had known that you should have gone back to your room, given how tired you were, but you were so enraptured by the story you were consuming that you just couldnât stop. At least, The TARDIS lit a fire for you in your sleep.Â
You then noticed the blankets on top of you and the black hoodie you were cuddling. You didnât remember those being here with you when you had fallen asleep. When did those get here? Despite your initial confusion, you shrugged the well-loved hoodie, that mostly smelled of smoke, over your head and made your way out of the library. You stumbled from the library toward your room. However, in your tiredness, you were unaware of The TARDIS changing the halls around. You were confused again when you walked into the console room, but you tried to just focus on your cosy awaiting bed and not the curious eyes of your two alien travelling companions.
âY/n, is everything alright?â The Doctor asked from the far side of the console. The Master glared at this interaction, mostly because The Doctor forced his old friend to stay in the console room with him while he did some research, but also just general jealousy over your friendship with The Doctor.
âYes, I just fell asleep in the library. So, I was going to head to my room.â
âWell, have a good night.â The Doctor smiled at you before catching a jealous look from The Master
âGoodnight, Master. Goodnight, Doctor.â This caught The Masterâs attention. You said goodnight to him first despite him not saying a word to you. Maybe The Doctorâs teasing was telling the truth when he said that you indeed like The Master.
 He waved a sweet goodnight to you and then watched as you sleepily stumbled through the halls toward your room. He wondered if he should run up behind you and carry you the rest of the way. The Master didnât want you stumbling, falling, or hurting yourself in your tired state.
âIsnât that your hoodie?â The Doctor commented once you were far enough away from the console room. The Master nodded.
âThen why didnât you ask for it back?â The Master missed The Doctorâs knowing smirk as he continued to watch over you protectively.
âTheyâre barely awake. Why would I want to make them uncomfortable when they are hardly even conscious?â The Master turned and glared at his old friend. He was getting incredibly close to throwing a shoe at the Doctorâs head.
âYou just want to see them in something of yours.â
âDo not!â
âDonât lie! Youâre the most possessive Time Lord I know!â
âAnd you are the most possessive Time Lord I know!âÂ
The Doctor huffed and rolled his eyes; fighting back would have been nonsensical given how argumentative the two of them usually were, and The Doctor sensed that things seemed to be clearer in The Masterâs mind now.
 The Doctor moved around the console and plotted out some coordinates. However, he couldnât help but sneak a couple of glances at the clearly lovesick Master staring protectively at you as you finally made it to your room. The Doctor really needed to get the two of you together before his head exploded. He couldnât stand to watch this oblivious back-and-forth mutual pining game you and The Master played with each other.
Kissing Frenchie's Hands
Frenchie x Reader
Summary - Just kissing Frenchieâs hands.
Warnings -Â Me making up stories about Frenchie and Frenchieâs past until his backstory is revealed, mentions of a traumatic story from Frenchieâs pastÂ
Word Count - 478
A/n -Â Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Pre-show/in between episodes
I am just head over heels in love with Frenchie and I want to kiss him all over and cherish him.
Not my gif. All credits to the gif maker.
Frenchieâs hands were unusually soft for a pirate and a bard. Of course, there were random scars from pirating and the pads of his fingers were calloused from the strings in his lute, but soft nonetheless. Frenchie even had little pin prick scars from the moments where he would accidentally stab his fingers with a needle while sewing. You loved Frenchieâs hands. They were so unique in your eyes. You wanted to know all of the stories that his hands held.
You brought the hand you were holding up to your face to examine it more closely. There was a thick, slightly jagged white line over the webbing of his thumb. You remembered well the story he told you about how Frenchie had received it.Â
It was when Frenchie was in the service. A drunk rich woman, who was a guest of the French lord he was working for, was relentlessly flirting with him one evening in her drunken state. The lord didnât like that, so he âaccidentlyâ dropped a knife onto Frenchieâs hand while he was trying to clean the lordâs place at the table and prepare for the next meal to be served. Frenchie hated remembering his time in service and equally you hated learning all of the horrible things that happened to him during that time of his life. He had many nightmares from that time in his life, and you happily comforted him everytime he would wake in a cold sweat. Thankfully, you both were out of your horrible situations and you had each other.
You kissed the scar that held your attention. Then you kissed the pad of each of Frenchieâs fingers and his thumb. Then you kissed his palm. You kissed each of his knuckles. Then you kissed the back of his hand and his prominent scar one last time before nuzzling into his hand. Frenchie watched, adoringly, as you did all of this.
âI love you, Y/n.â
âI love you more, Frenchie.â
âThatâs impossible.â Frenchie pulled his hand away from you, only to grab both of your hands and kiss them repeatedly. He was slow and thorough and looked up at you with each kiss he gave you.
âIâm so happy to have you in my life. I donât know what I would be without you.â
âI could say the same for you, Frenchie.â You manoeuvred yourself into Frenchieâs lap and held his face in your hands, while the pirate you loved circled his arms around your waist. You placed a sweet kiss to Frenchieâs lips, then rested your forehead against his. Both of you happily let the moonlight wash over your intertwined forms as you enjoyed each otherâs presence in comfortable silence. All you needed was him and all Frenchie needed was you. And both of you knew that you would do everything to prove that to the other.
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