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My Baby Doll Part Two

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summery - The Master milks the fact that The Reader is now small and vulnerable.

Based On This Request - Anonymous requested - “Hi! I’m not the person who requested the master x reader where she gets turned into a doll BUT I read it and it was so cute! I kinda need more, can I ask for a sequel? If you don't want to it's totally cool, love your account<;3”

Warnings - The Master not helping The Reader even though he could, being miniaturised, me making up alien stuff, and canon typical weapons

Word Count - 2595

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by a lovely anon! I hope that you enjoy this!

I will link Part 1 HERE.

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The Master was incredibly accommodating to you during the predicament you were in. Each new day, he would deliver you tiny gift boxes full of new and expensive-looking clothes. Even though you were grateful, not everything The Master gifted you was in your preferred style. So, The Master ecstatically modelled the new clothes for you on various miniaturized mannequins around your size in order to try and convince you into wearing what he had picked out for you. You could tell that he was enjoying the idea of taking care of you, but you couldn’t wait to return to your original size.

“I think that you would look absolutely lovely in these, darling!” The Master said as he held the doll of the day, clad in an outfit incredibly similar to a navy and burnt orange tartan suit that he owned.

“I don’t know, Master. Can’t I just wear some pyjama pants and a hoodie?”

“It is always best to be prepared for the day. Do you think a hoodie is a presentable attire for an Easter Vigil dinner with the Marquess of Grandspire? I don’t think so.”

“I understand, but why do I have to do ‘prepare for the day’ when I can barely do anything this size? We aren’t actually going anywhere today.”

“You can do a great many things. Climb through vents, rummage through wiring, you could even be a great fly on the wall during missions and adventures thanks to your new size!” The Master exclaimed as he bent down to your eye level. You were currently standing on a tall table, but given everything, that offered no real height compared to The Master.

“Temporary size.”

“Yes … temporary size …” The Master repeated your comment in a sadder tone, and you couldn’t understand why but before you could question him, he spoke again.

“But while you are this size you should wear this outfit, at least once. Please, for me?” The Master presented the doll again and looked at you with wide and longing puppy dog eyes. You couldn’t say no to him when he was pleading with you like this, it happened so rarely, and you would kick yourself in the future if you refused The Master on one of the few occasions where he was actually begging for you.

“Okay, Master. For you.” 

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Being so small, compared to your previous size, had been a weird adjustment to make over the weeks of The Master trying to fix his TCE. The only good thing seemed to be that you could hold onto The Master, or be incredibly close to him, without bothering him.

Currently, you were resting in The Master’s bigger on the inside waistcoat pocket. You had been setting up a little reading nook in there. Instead of reading, though, today you just watched The Master as he fiddled with a new device. You were so invested in The Master’s succinct and thoughtful movements that it didn’t even occur to you to question him as to why he was not trying to mend his TCE.

“You have nice hands.” You said out of nowhere because you were so enamoured by the look of his long fingers and vein-covered hands, the outlines of his tendons were on full display to you.

“Thank you, my love.” You continued to stare at The Master’s hands as he worked.

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice how veiny they are.” The Master paused in contemplation over what you had just absentmindedly stated.

“Does that intrigue you?” You could hear a teasing tone laced within The Master’s voice and that finally brought you out of your daze.

“Shut up. Just finish up whatever you are tinkering with so we can cuddle.”

“Ooo, distraction. I must press further on this issue at a later date.”

“I’ll deny everything!” You ducked back into The Master’s pocket causing him to chuckle before returning to the device.

The Master took a long time to finish his experiment on the equipment, as he was very thorough. However, to him, it felt like a few minutes. In actuality, about three hours had passed and you had fallen asleep long ago.

“What do you think of this? Love?” The Master called for you once more before looking to you to see what was taking you so long to answer him. To his surprise, you were fast asleep in his pocket. The Master hummed contently. You looked so cute like this. The Master loved protecting you, taking care of you, and being responsible for you. It felt like it was one of the only things he was actually good at, but eventually, this would have to end. The Master would have to turn you back to your actual size and protecting you would be so much more difficult to do successfully.

The Master huffed and looked at the notes on deminiaturisation that he had completed weeks ago. He could change you back now if he wanted, but The Master didn’t want to do that. So, with delicate movements, The Master just left his study and walked to your shared bedroom.

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The Master finally had some time to spend alone with you without worrying about any alien disturbances or space tech stuff that you could never understand the constant maintenance of. You asked The Master to read to you. It had been a while since he had done that. When the state of things was calmer, The Master read to you almost every night. So, you were excited to participate in this couple ritual again.

You were currently curled up on The Master’s chest, while he was lounging on his back in your shared bed. You were quite comfortable under a specially designed mini weighted blanket that The Master had gifted for you a couple of days ago. Though you were getting thirsty, and you didn’t have any water beside you. The water was all the way on the bedside table and for you, now the size of a doll, was a decent distance away. 

You decided to not disturb The Master by walking in front of his face and blocking his eyesight from the book he was reading. So, you just decided to climb onto the pillows and behind The Master’s head. At the beginning of your travel to get some water, though, you slipped on the pillow and grabbed a piece of The Master’s hair to keep yourself from falling completely.

“Ow!” The Master yelped.

“Sorry!” You apologised but continued to climb onto the pillows (and The Master’s head) before finally reaching the bedside table and refreshing yourself with some nice cold water.

“That was my hair.” The Master looked over to you with a hint of a grimace lining his face.

“I needed something to help pull me up so I wouldn’t fall.”

“There are other things pulling my hair might help you with, love.” The Master mumbled while fiddling with the bookmark of the book.

“Turn me back to my usual size, then we’ll talk.” The Master looked back at you, but he didn’t respond. He just remained stone-faced. You drank a couple more gulps of water, and The Master still hadn’t said anything. He was just staring at your bittersweetly. 

After you finished your small glass of water, The Master stretched out his hand to you and you climbed into his palm. The Master moved you back to his chest and you immediately cuddled under the blanket and clung to The Master’s clothes, eagerly waiting for The Master to continue reading.

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The Master told you that he would be stepping out of his office for a second. He said that he had to get something from one of his storage units and that he would be back soon, but he had been gone for longer than you expected, and you were now getting bored.

You decided to crawl out of The Master’s coat pocket, which was a bit difficult as it was bigger on the inside and explore his desk and the things he had been tinkering with. Once you escaped your roomy confines you shimmied down The Master’s coat and climbed onto the arm of the chair. You then hopped from the arm of the chair and onto the office table. 

The Master would have been upset by you doing all of this. He hated when you would do anything dangerous, but that hatred grew when you had been shrunk by his TCE. The Master seemed so much more protective over you now than you had ever seen him before. It was cute, you thought, but sometimes you worried if The Master would ever let you out of his TARDIS once you were turned back to your original size.

Once on the table, you looked around at all of The Master’s little projects. Most of them were dangerous, so you never got too close to them, though you did find them interesting from afar. 

Then you decided to look through The Master’s notes. Many of them were written in Gallifreyan, but some were either in English or another language that The TARDIS translated for you. The Master always tried to keep his knowledge of various languages strong, so he often wrote his notes in a mix of alphabets from across the Universe.

When you were rummaging through the random papers you suddenly saw a sheet about basic miniaturisation and deminiaturisation. It looked as if it was torn out of a book. T was then followed by The Master’s notes and plans on the subject. Obviously, you couldn’t read everything, but of the notes that you could read, it appeared that The Master figured out how to turn you back to your natural height. You will be back to your normal self!

There was a little note attached to the plans, though, covered in The Master’s rushed handwriting. So, before you got too excited about being yourself again, you read the note.

You were unaware if this note was originally written in Gallifreyan and The TARDIS was trying to help you read it by manually translating it, or if The Master had written it in an easily translatable language, but the notes stated:

‘You have to turn them back!’ That line was circled many times.

‘How about Tomorrow?

Tomorrow…

Next week!

Maybe a couple more days from now?

Just a few more days…’ Each of those lines had a line drawn through them.

‘At least turn them back before their birthday!’

You huffed as you walked away from the notes. You didn’t know how to feel. The Master had been so kind to you during this time, but he was also lying to you. He was keeping you weak. You began to breath rapidly as anger began to grow within you.

The Master suddenly walked through the door of his study in a happy mood, completely unaware of what you had just discovered. In fact, he was whistling as he tossed a random machine part up into the air and caught it with ease.

“Have you been waiting to turn me back?” You yelled in rage. The Master froze in place, his jaw dropping slightly.

“My love, let me explain …” The Master held up his hands defensively. 

“How could you? You know how everything has been a struggle for me since this happened!”

“I know, but -”

“No buts! I don’t want to know what weird excuse you have, just turn me back!”

“You just looked so cute -” The Master tried to barter with you, but you weren’t going to listen to any of The Master’s manipulations. You just wanted to be yourself again.

“Now!”

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You haven’t spoken to The Master for a couple of days now, not since he deminiaturisation you with his long-ago-repaired TCE. You needed to make The Master feel sorry for what he did to you, and it’s not like you could just ask him to drop you off at home. The Master wouldn’t allow that! So, the only option you had before you was the silent treatment. 

The Master was in complete shambles without you. He was so used to taking care of you and you happily returning the favour that he didn’t know how to act without you paying attention to him.

You were currently in your room, which wasn’t the most optimal hiding spot, but it was comfortable. You had been sneaking around The TARDIS, thanks to her help, in secret passageways and hidden rooms. Though, you often stayed in your room whenever The Master was out looking for you. He would always return to your room after his search, in the hope that you were in there and would finally answer him. 

“Please talk to me, my love. I am dying without you!” You heard The Master yell from the underside of your door. He had been yelling for you for about fifteen minutes and you were beginning to grow incredibly annoyed.

“You aren’t dying. You’re just being dramatic.”

“Y/n! Please let me in!” You heard The Master’s excitement upon hearing your voice again, but you weren’t going to give up your stalemate against the alien.

“No.”

“I’m sorry!”

“I don’t forgive you.”

“Please, I have been awake since you discovered the truth. I’ve tried to sleep, but I can never sleep soundly without you, you know that. Can please just take a nap together then you can go back to hiding from me.” You sighed heavily and then walked to the door of your room. You could see The Master’s fingers poking out from under the door. You were tempted to step on his fingers, but you pushed that thought away from your mind. That was too extreme of a reaction. So, you simply opened the door quickly, with a stone face, and before you saw The Master lying on his stomach on the floor.

“This better not be a trick.” You spoke with a cold tone that honestly scared the Time Lord. The Master quickly scrambled onto his knees and grabbed your hands pleadingly in his.

“I promise that this isn’t a trick, my love. I know that I should have helped you sooner and there are no excuses for why I didn’t. I have been agonising over the decisions I made, and I am so sorry. But I really need you.” The Master collapsed into you, nestled into your middle, and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly.

“Are you going to fall asleep on your knees or would you rather sleep in my bed?”

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You snuggled into The Master’s chest, trying to get closer to him even though you were already incredibly close. You did miss him during your time apart even though you were still outrageously upset with him. 

The two of you had slept for hours since reconnecting. The Master was still tired and drained, however, but he also just wanted to enjoy beginning in your presence once again. Every so often, The Master would brush his hand against your skin, feeling your warmth with longing. He really was sorry, but he loved taking care of you.

You shifted, trying to get comfortable. You were not able to find a position as comfortable as the ones you slept in when you would sleep on The Master’s chest or stomach when you were small, though. So, you huffed loudly.

“What are you thinking about?” The Master asked in his rough, sleepy voice.

“Sometimes I just wish I was small again.” You tried to scoot closer into The Master’s chest, again.

“Well, I could-”

“No!”

@how-masterful especially for you

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Back In The Old Cemetery

Dhawan!Master x Reader - Previous Gomez!Master x Reader

Summary - On the anniversary of Missy’s death, you go to a nearby cemetery in order to remember and honour Missy in some way. However, you keep running into a random man throughout the day who seems determined to talk to you.

Based On This Request - Anonymous said - “Recently read “Did You Miss Me?” on your old blog, honestly amazing. If you’re open to it, may I request a similar scenario between Dhawan!Master x Reader? Maybe where they reunite for the first time after Missy’s death and admit they both still love each other despite the regeneration?”

Warnings - canon typical violence, references to season 10, descriptions of character death, romantic loss, sadness/depression, let me know if I missed anything and I will add it

Word Count - 4593

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader (but is referenced to own and be comfortable with wearing makeup). Requested by this lovely anon! Use of Y/n. Proofread but not beta read. I hope that you enjoy this! :) 

This is loosely inspired by Hunter’s Moon by Ghost, primarily the second verse and just other Ghost songs and their vibe because I am obsessed with them.

Also, I’m sorry that this took so long. I was not having a great past couple of years. But I really appreciate the love for my old series(which I am slowly rewriting) and thank you so much for this request! I really hope that you enjoy this! :)

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You felt like you were being watched. You had been feeling this way for a while now, at least for the past couple of months. You just chalked it up to a bout of heightened anxiety, however, due to the camera-filled and 24/7 news cycle-filled world that you now reluctantly called home. Life was so much simpler on The Master’s TARDIS. 

It was ironic that her space was so calming given the nature of The Master and her chaotic lifestyle, but Missy’s ship was. The previous life and relationship you had with her always quelled any latent anxiety you felt about your home planet and people. Your life, alone on Earth, without The Master could never compare to the time you spent with her. Without Missy, you only became more aware of how miserable Earth could be at times. And despite her disdain for the majority of Humanity, you could tolerate your people more effortlessly with Missy’s help than you ever could manage without her presence in your life. She helped you with so much, but now she was gone forever.

You never properly entertained the thought that you were actually being followed, but as Missy had told you often, you were naively unaware of your ability to attract curious eyes. Missy had meant that as a compliment, despite the ominous tone. That is how she became fascinated with you, after all; by observing your quirks and interests from afar until she finally made herself known to you. You were simply just anxious without Missy. Simply anxious about being in a messy world without your person to help you sort out the mess. You weren’t actually being followed, right? The Doctor, even though you weren’t close, would step in, wouldn’t she? Especially after what happened to The Master and how the news affected you, right? You were just anxious, is all.

But if you were being followed, it wouldn’t be Missy playing a little trick on you. It couldn’t be her. She’s gone and she would never be coming back for you. The likelihood is that either your imagination was getting to you, or an enemy of either The Doctor or The Master was out to get you. Or it was just some random human being a creep. But it definitely wasn’t Missy. She died: that’s what The Doctor told you. Missy died alone and without you there to save or comfort her. And you knew The Doctor wasn’t lying about the fact that Missy was gone forever because she would have come to reunite herself with you if she was alive. But again, Missy died. You had to keep reminding yourself of that fact: Missy is dead. She’s gone. She’s never coming to save you. Ever again. 

Today was the anniversary of when the newly regenerated Doctor informed you of the tragic news that Missy had died. The sentimentalist in you needed to mourn today, however, your plans to celebrate Missy’s memory added to your anxiety. You needed to honour Missy for yourself, but what if there was someone out there in your town, or the world, or the universe trying to get you? Today would be the perfect opportunity for an enemy to hurt you when you were already emotional and susceptible. 

Eventually, though, you did convince yourself to leave your apartment. Today was for Missy, after all, not you. When the date caught your attention a couple of weeks ago, the first step of your plan was to go to Missy’s old Human job from when you first met. You would be torturing yourself by doing this, but you needed to purchase two bouquets of flowers. After purchasing your mournful bounty, you would walk to the nearest cemetery. Then, at the cemetery, you would leave one bouquet in remembrance of your beloved Master while taking the other bouquet home with you to memorialise Missy there as well. You even considered preserving it so you could have an idol of memories for longer.

Looking back on your history with The Master, it was probably an incredibly bleak omen for your relationship with her, but during Missy’s lunch breaks and on your travels home from work, the two of you would stride through the little parklike cemetery just around the corner from the shopping centre. Both of you would always be incredibly surprised by how beautiful the cemetery was; there was an assortment of trees that would offer ample shade to the gravestones and there was a winding cobblestone path fenced by flowers throughout. There was also a tall, cleanly cut hedge that bordered the whole property, alongside the iron gates delicately surrounding the cemetery. 

Missy genuinely loved that little cemetery. Before you knew that she was an alien, she would often say that this cemetery was the most beautiful thing on Earth, other than you. You always asked her how she could possibly know every place on the planet, to which she would only wink at you teasingly. After discovering her true nature, her statement made more sense but you still wondered why this cemetery was so special to Missy. She could travel anywhere she wished, in all time and space. It never failed to shock you that The Master, the infamous rogue Gallifreyian, would treasure such a simple place. So where else you would go to mournfully celebrate her beautifully chaotic life? In your mind, there was no other option.

When you walked toward the small town shopping centre where Missy cemented her Human facade, you wrapped your coat tighter around your torso. You were cold, yes, but you needed something to hold onto to brave all of the resurfacing memories. You sighed deeply when you entered the shop and then briskly moved to the shop's mediocre selection of flowers without looking up from your feet. 

The flower options and pre-arranged bouquets always looked more expensive and put together, even well into the winter, when Missy was working here. All of the bouquets she gave you were of the best quality. 

“Never less than the best for you, my love,” Missy would always respond with this line when you complained that you didn’t need anything fancy.

Missy might have lied about buying flowers from this little shop, now that you thought about it. But you would rather choose to believe that Missy manipulated her “superiors” into buying and displaying more expensive bouquets and flowers to enhance the reputation of the place rather than her lying to you.

“Excuse me?” A voice sounded to your side, tearing you away from your thoughts of Missy. You turned sharply to the person trying to get your attention. He was a man a couple of inches taller than Missy with mesmerising dark amber, mixed with coffee and chocolate, eyes that were filled with care. He was wearing a button-down, slacks, and a heavy-looking deep purple coat, which seemed a bit out of place given the weather hadn’t turned properly cold yet. Maybe the man just ran cold?

“I think you dropped this.” The man held out a case of lipstick, intending to return it to you. You were shocked, still disoriented from being ripped out of your thoughts. You accepted the lipstick with a curt ‘thank you’, ignoring the jolt of electricity that passed through you when your hand accidentally brushed against the stranger’s fingers.

You immediately turned back to the display of bouquets before you, gripping the case of lipstick tightly in your hand. You had assumed that the man had left to either look around the shop or to leave, but to your horror, he continued to stand beside you. He returned your item. So, why hadn't he left yet? You just wanted him to leave your side. You didn’t want to interact with anyone more than you had to today. Today was too horrible for you to pretend to be friendly with strangers. 

“Looking for anything specific?” The man asked after an agonising silence from the two of you just standing side by side in front of the flower display. He didn’t sound creepy like many people, usually men, sounded in situations like this, making you believe that he was actually curious. Even if he had good intentions, that didn’t dissolve your desire to be left alone, but you tried to be as nice as you could today.

“Something respectful. Not gaudy or obnoxiously and obviously meant to be gifted as an attempt to woo a Tinder match on a first date.”

“So like, cemetery flowers?” You whipped your head back to look at the stranger because of that question. Could he see your plan on your face or in your posture?  How could he tell what your intentions were? The stranger shrugged his shoulders, almost as if he heard your thoughts. 

“Yes, cemetery flowers.”

“These are quite smart. Whoever you are planning on visiting would love to have these on their grave.” The man plucked a bouquet wrapped in dark red wrapping from the shelf. The bouquet consisted primarily of fresh crimson roses and red salvia, with sprigs of baby’s breath and forget-me-nots to round out the assortment. When they were in shadow, the roses practically looked like dried blood, which thanks to Missy you knew what that looked like a bit too well. 

You paused, sucked in a breath, shocked by the man’s forward nature. Then you quickly grabbed the flowers, shoved the lipstick into your coat pocket and moved to purchase the bouquet without another word being given to the stranger. You hoped that the man would have left the store by the time you had finished purchasing the flowers, however, he stopped you once again by the exit of the shop.

“I hope you have a good time at the cemetery.” He said, smiling, as if this was an everyday occurrence, but, like before, you didn’t respond. You rushed out of the shop so overcome with a torrent of emotions. You just needed to get out of there. You didn’t even realise until you were far away from the shops and the stranger that you failed to choose a second bouquet for yourself. You hoped that the second bouquet would be one similar to the ones Missy would gift to you, but because of that strange man part of your plan for the day was ruined. You would have to go back to the shops tomorrow.

Eventually, you slowed to a meditative walking pace on your way to the cemetery. After many deep breaths, you managed to decrease and steady your erratic breath and rapid heart rate. You tried to forget your interaction with the stranger and just refocus your mind on Missy: the good, the bad, the happy and the sad, all of your time with her. You just wanted to be surrounded by the memory of your lover, in general, but also to remember her existence in the most reverent way possible. Even though the weight of her memory was a heavy burden to carry, you had to do this for her.

Halfway to the cemetery, the moon emerged from its hiding spot behind a cloud. It was still light out, but the full specialness of the day became apparent to you. The orangy-red hue of the night’s Hunter’s Moon was soft but you imagined that it would darken and grow deeper in tone the longer it hung in the evening air into the night. Apparently, even your solar system wanted to help you mourn the loss of Missy. 

Along with cemeteries, Missy loved abnormal moons. She would always drag you out of your apartment or plead with you to retrieve her from The Vault in a basement at St. Luke’s University so the two of you could go stargazing, or moongazing as it were. She loved Hunter’s Moons in particular, both because of the season they appeared in, but also because of the eerie atmosphere. 

You finally entered the cemetery through the tall and squeaky black gates that enclosed the cemetery just as it was beginning to grow dark outside. After walking along the pathway for a few minutes, you saw the familiar bench where you and Missy would always sit. 

Once you took a seat on the bench, you looked around the large, enclosed, cemetery. It had been a little over a year since you had been here last and you realised how much you missed this place. It truly was beautiful, in the gloomy and bittersweet way that many cemeteries were, but beautiful nonetheless. 

You wished that you could have something tangible to remember Missy’s death and life. A trinket or object of Missy’s that would now be yours. Like all of the families that had loved ones buried in this place, they had something more tangible than you did. You wanted what they had. Even though death is never easy, their situations were easier to comprehend than yours. Missy died on a spaceship in the future galaxies away from Earth. You had nothing left of her and it felt as if nothing ever happened because of it. 

Suddenly, you remembered the lipstick that the stranger had returned to you. You removed it from the pocket you had hidden it in in the rush of everything. You stared at the lipstick, curiously. The item definitely wasn’t yours. It looked like the one Missy would always use. But how could the stranger have this? Was Missy’s lipstick in your coat pocket this entire time? That didn’t make sense. You had worn this coat before and the lipstick wasn’t in any of the pockets. Not to mention the fact that Missy never went anywhere without her lipstick. It was unlikely that she would ever ask you to carry it for her.

You stared at the lipstick in your palm and reminisced about a random night when Missy was trapped on Earth. It was the night of a Hunter’s Moon, just like the one you sat under tonight. The Doctor graciously allowed Missy to leave The Vault for a night so the two of you could celebrate your anniversary.

The two of you went to a fancy restaurant that was far too expensive for you, but Missy took care of the bill as it was meaningless. Given her motto, any expense might have been excusable to The Master if you were the one asking for or needing something. After your meal, you somehow convinced Missy to go to a club. You bribed her by stating that she had never been to a Human club before. So why not go to one with you? Finally, the two of you drunkenly stumbled through your favourite cemetery under the light of the blood-orange moon while sharing a bottle of Asgardian mead that Missy had apparently stolen from the halls of Valhalla. At the time, you didn’t know whether or not to believe her because of how drunk she was, she easily could have been exaggerating. You later asked The Doctor about her story and to your delight, and The Doctor’s embarrassment, the story was real and unembellished. 

You and Missy had briefly stopped at the bench you were now sitting on. You probably wouldn’t have recognised the bench after your drunken night out except for the fact that Missy carved your and her names onto the arm of the bench. Your names were intertwined in typical Gallifreyian marriage writing, where the names are entwined together to signify the bond between those in the relationship. 

Despite the momentary rest, you had to beg Missy to return to The Vault that day because you were cold and your feet hurt. Missy never wanted that night to end but you promised to cuddle her for at least two hours before leaving for your apartment. You wished that you could stay, but The Doctor hadn’t allowed you to stay the night in The Vault. 

After much convincing, your stubborn alien lover eventually agreed to your deal. Before leaving the cemetery though, Missy reapplied her lipstick and then kissed you all over your face and neck. You had to return Missy to The Vault in that state, much to The Doctor’s disgust. It was a great memory and a great day that you wished you could replicate with Missy. It saddened you to no end that you would never be able to do that, though. The Master was dead. 

“May I sit here?” The voice of a man broke you out of your haze. No, not any man, the man. The stranger from the little shop that Missy used to work at was standing beside the empty seat on the bench.

“Did you follow me?” You shot back, angrier than you intended because he tore you away from Missy again. But this was all just too strange to not be angry about.

“Would a normal person follow a stranger into a cemetery?” 

“No, but whoever said that you were a normal person?”

“What’s the fun in being normal?” The man crossed his arms with a smirk. You turned away in order to hide your slight smile. He was fun, you had to give him that, even though it upset you to admit this.

“People might trust you more.” You said after you regained your composure. 

“The only person I want to trust me is you.” Again, you were shocked by the man and his forwardness, which appeared to be becoming a regular occurrence.

“Are you chatting me up in a cemetery?” 

“Is it working?” The man’s smirk grew confidently and part of you just couldn’t resist his smile. You sighed defeatedly. You scooted over a bit on the bench to be closer to the carved arm and to allow enough space for the stranger to sit comfortably. You looked up to the moon as the man sat down. The Hunter’s Moon was now a deep orange with tones of red around the edges. There was another strange silence haunting the air between the two of you, until the man ruined it. You were starting to become used to this stranger’s habit of randomly breaking silences.

“Are you here for someone?” He sounded kinder, softer, than he did what asking you questions at the shop.

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“That’s because you’re interesting.” The man bumped your shoulder with his. You hummed sceptically. This man, though intriguing, was like no person you ever met. He didn’t seem to care about social norms or what society deemed to be acceptable. Who else would flirt in a cemetery? Well, Missy would, but she was an alien. 

“I’m kind of here for someone, yes. Their body isn’t here, but I like coming here, or any other cemetery really, to remember my person. I haven’t been to this cemetery in a while though, memories and all that, but I knew that I needed to be here tonight. What about you?” 

“Yes, I’m here for someone, too.” 

“I’m sorry.” You meant this genuinely. You didn’t know the man beside you and he had a propensity for behaving in an unorthodox manner, but he was still a person. You knew how hard it was to lose someone and you would never want to belittle someone’s grief. You locked eyes with this stranger for the first time since the moment in the little shop and held his gaze. You found it to be bizarre to feel so connected to a stranger but here you were talking to this man about Missy. You barely even talked about her to your best friends.

“There is no need for you to apologise, love. You weren’t the one to rip me away from the person I care about the most.” He bumped your shoulder again. Given the fact that you were facing each other now, you couldn’t take the intensity of being so close to the man. So, you looked away, flustered.

“Wow, I never thought I would have so much in common with a stranger in a cemetery.” You joked. You leaned over the arm of the bench slightly to move away from the man. You didn’t want to disgrace The Master’s memory in any way; it would be best to keep this stranger at a distance. To comfort yourself, you ran your hand over the carving Missy made, trying to commit the pattern to your mind to the best of your ability.

“You never know, you could meet the love of your life anywhere. A little shop, for instance.” The man still sounded positive despite your slightly uncomfortable demeanour. You liked this man, but you were worried that you were disrespecting Missy by even entertaining the idea of seeing someone else. How could you even be with someone else after The Master?

“Yeah, a little shop meet cute …” You traced the carving again absentmindedly while staring at the moon and the clouds passing over it. But the man once again distracted you from your sadness, though it wasn’t because of something he said like the many, many times before. Instead, the stranger pulled out a pocket watch that looked suspiciously too familiar. 

“Where did you get that?” You grabbed the man’s wrist and pulled his hand, and inadvertently him, closer to you in order to inspect the watch. It was old, properly old, not just decorated to look like an antique. It looked identical to The Master’s watch.

“Oh this, I’ve always had it. Since I was a child, an orphan, abandoned, found in the storm.” Missy had told you stories about her past, one of which was when she, he then, had been hiding in a Human form at the end of the Universe. You turned the watch over in the man’s hand and saw the circular Gallifreyian carved into the back of the object. You tentatively ran your finger over the writing, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“This is not possible.” You croaked, still looking at the watch in the man’s steady hand. How could the man beside you have Missy’s watch? Unless they survived. Unless she regenerated. But The Doctor said they died. She was certain that they died and would not be returning. Could The Master really be alive?

“Y/n, love, anything is possible.” The man whispered in your ear as you felt him move and place his arm around your back. He softly rubbed circles on your back but you didn’t feel it. You felt like your world was spinning and nothing was certain any more.

“It’s not you. It can’t be.” You shook your head. This couldn’t be possible. Your grip on the man’s watch and hand tightened when you finally looked up at him, scared. When you looked into his eyes, that’s when you began crying. He looked so worried for you, but there was hope and love laced into the look he gave you. You shook your head, still not convinced that The Master was really stilling beside you, holding you. But The Master nodded and smiled.

“It’s really me, darling. I swear on lipstick and Asgardian mead. Nothing in this Universe, any Universe, could ever keep me away from you.” The Master wanted to wipe your tears from your face, but before he could you jumped into The Master’s arms and practically knocked him over into the other arm of the bench due to the force of your hug.

“Master, is it really you?” You asked into his shoulder, not able to control the crazy mix of joy and sadness you felt. 

“Of course it’s me, darling. You didn’t really think that I would just leave you on this miserable planet alone, did you?” The Master caressed the back of your head and every so often placed a kiss on the side of your face. 

“But how? The Doctor said -” You shoved yourself away from The Master wanting a clear answer, but he cut off your excited questioning.

“The Doctor is often wrong, especially about me.” The Master smiled and winked at you triumphantly. You let out an ecstatic noise that you had never made before in your life and hurled yourself into The Master for another bruising hug.

“Can we go home now?” You mumbled into The Master’s purple coat.

“We?” The Master asked hesitantly.

“Yes, why not we?” You pulled back from The Master again with a worried look written on your face. You couldn’t help but be a bit worried after everything. The Master had just returned to you, you didn’t want to lose him again so soon.

“You aren’t bothered by my new form?” The Master questioned while gesturing to himself.

“No, you’re still The Master. You’re still my Master.” The Master smirked before leaning close to you. He cupped your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I knew that I loved you for a reason.”

“I love you so much. And I’ve missed you so much, Master.”

“Well, no more missing me. We are together now and nothing is going to rip me away from you ever again, and you are right, we should go home. It has been far, far, too long.” The Master removed himself from your arms and stood from the bench. He held his hand out for you, wiggling his fingers enthusiastically. You gladly accepted his offer and then proceeded to interlock your fingers.

“Before we get to my TARDIS, I should warn you that the ship looks quite different to how you will remember it.” The Master informed you as the two of you walked down the cobblestone path toward the gates of the cemetery. 

“That’s okay.” You said into The Master’s shoulder as you braced your body against his to withstand the massive gust of wind that blew through the gates of the cemetery. The rest of autumn appeared like it was going to be a cold one.

“Really? You’re comfortable with everything being so different. I thought that you would be having a more difficult time with this.” The Master shed his coat and placed it around your shoulders. 

“Change is easier with you, Master. And I would rather have you in my life in a different form than not in my life at all.” You cuddled into the rouge alien’s coat. He, like his previous regeneration, smelled of smoke and whiskey. Missy also smelled like cranberries, whereas this new regeneration of The Master slightly smelled like cinnamon in combination with the whiskey and smoke.

“My previous regeneration would have made fun of your sentimentality, but this regeneration loves the attention.”

“Good! There is a year’s worth of affection that you missed out on.”

When the two of you reached the door of The TARDIS, which now appeared as a large home rather than Missy’s preferred look of a wardrobe, The Master stopped you and caressed a hand down your face. His eyes, though very different than Missy’s, displayed the same devotion and love for you. Things change, but at the same time, everything stays. The Master was still your Master, just in a different package. And you still loved them, no matter what they looked like.

The Master finally leant forward and captured your lips in a passionate kiss filled with all the love and longing he held for you, as the night’s Hunter’s Moon cast a warm glow upon the two of you. There will be so much adjustment ahead of you both, but you know that you will be able to succeed and overcome the difficulties to come as long as you and The Master are together.

Hi hellooooo can you please do a fuc where the doctor (any nu docs) where reader first enters the Tardis and does the whole "it's bigger on the inside" but then makes a your mom joke, catching the doctor off guard?

Hi, anon. You sent in this request last week.

Thank you for doing that, but my requests are currently closed.

Once I reopen my requests (I currently don't know when that will be) you can resend this request and I will accept it then.

But you can also send it to another blog if you would like.

I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

-Ghost

Sneaking Around

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master stops the reader in the hallways of The TARDIS to have a private moment, but they are interrupted by the owner of the ship.

Based On This Request - 

Prompt(s) Used - #12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss. And #22. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

Warnings - Nsfw, so 18+. There’s no sex, but there’s talks of sex and experimentation. And there is a lot of making out and foreplay.

Word Count - 1126

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account by a lovely anon. I hope you enjoy it!

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You walked out of the library, a new book on your current hyper fixation in hand. Suddenly, two hands tightly grabbed your hips and pulled you into a darkened hallway. The hands turned you and moved you gently up against the nearest wall. A series of deep kisses were then littered against your neck as The Master pressed his body into yours.

This was new to you, feeling so much attention from him, but you never wanted it to stop. Beginning to date The Master, Rebel Time Lord and warrior in the Last Great Time War, was not what you expected to happen after The Doctor forced The Master to live in her TARDIS. It was a pleasant surprise, but a surprise, nonetheless. All you hoped was for The Doctor and The Fam to respect your choices because you were happy with The Master, and you knew that he was happy with you.

“Master …”

“Yes, love. Say my name.” The Master’s kisses became wetter and more frantic as he moved his way up your neck to your jaw. He moved his hand up to cradle your face and pull you further into his embrace. You gasped as The Master pulled your bottom lip down with his thumb while he sucked a mark just below your jaw.

“We can’t do this here.” The Master hummed into your neck, trying to keep himself from chuckling at your anxiety. It was probably warranted, but The Master couldn’t resist you.

“Why not?” The Master bit your earlobe, causing you to moan.

“Someone could walk in on us.”

“No one is going to walk in on us, Y/n.” The Master peppered your face with kisses in an attempt to calm you down.

“But what if someone does walk in on us? We’re in a hallway.”

“I hacked the TARDIS layout, so my room was close and I darkened the lights to give us some atmospheric ambience. We’ll be fine.”

“But - ” The Master pulled back to look at you properly, but he kept his hands firmly on your waist. The Master liked to have fun and absolutely adored teasing you, but consent was very important to him. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable. He only wanted to give you pleasure.

“If you are really uncomfortable, we can stop and go to either of our rooms. You did say that you wanted to experiment a bit. I just want to make you happy and keep you satisfied.”

“I know, but are you ready for The Doctor or The Fam to find out about us? Especially in such an … exposed … way.” You looked away, a bit nervous at the thought of someone walking in on you and The Master. The Master’s fingers curled beneath your chin and made you look him in the eye.

“I’ve been wanting them to know that you belong to me for a while now.” The Master smirked and winked at you, knowing that that always drove you crazy.

“Master …”

“Do you want to stay or go?”

“I think we can take the risk.” The Master smirked before crashing his lips into yours, causing your body to be fully pressed between the TARDIS wall and The Master’s torso. The Master held your face in between his hands, not allowing you to pull away from his demanding kisses. The Master was always so magnetic, but when he was doing everything that made you weak, there was no way to resist his charm. You couldn’t help but grind your hips, looking for some sort of relief. The Master quickly noticed this and placed his knee in between your legs and moved one hand back to your hip to guide your actions.

The Master moved his other hand from your cheek to your neck, putting pressure on your neck but not fully choking you. You snaked your hand down his torso to his pants. You could feel him smirking against your lips as you unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. You pulled back to ask if you could continue and The Master eagerly consented. The Master gripped your head with both of his hands again and pulled you back into a fierce kiss as you moved your hand into his trousers to massage his hardening cock through his underwear.

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A swirling alarm began blaring on the TARDIS console, causing The Doctor to freeze mid-monologue.

“What’s that alarm for, Doc?” Graham asked innocently, worried about the sickened expression that crossed The Doctor’s face.

“It’s … uh … nothing! I’ll be right back.” The Doctor ran around out of the console room as quickly as possible, ignoring the worried questions from The Fam. She fumbled through the halls of her TARDIS, trying to find the device she had created that had fallen deep in her bigger on the inside pocket. The Doctor assumed that you and The Master were seeing each other, and she wasn’t exactly excited about that. So, the Doctor created a little machine that would notify her if the two of you were getting too close for her comfort, and pop popcorn. For some reason, she felt the need to add a popcorn function to the little device, just in case.

The Doctor ran a bit faster when the little device pinged yet again. A bright red button was flashing on the screen. If the button turned purple, it would be too late for The Doctor to stop you. Code purple, The Doctor had called it, was definitely something that The Doctor did not want to see. Thankfully, The Doctor rounded the corner and found you and The Master before Code Purple was reached.

“Y/n!” The Doctor called your name, hoping that it would cause you and The Master to separate. You screamed upon hearing The Doctor yell your name and hid your face in The Master’s chest. The Master only growled in annoyance due to the interruption.

“What do you two think you are doing?!”

“Well, we were having just a bit of fun, Doctor.” The Master tried to get you to look back up at him to see if you were okay, but you continued to hide your warm face in The Master’s torso.

“This is completely unacceptable!”

“Like you don’t do this with Yaz, mom.” The Master sarcastically retorted, finally managing to get you to look at him. He caressed the apple of your cheek and booped your nose with his, basically ignoring The Doctor’s nervous monologues.

“How! How dare you?!” The Doctor tried to look anywhere but where the two of you were still holding onto each other. Unfortunately, she noticed where your hand was located during the entirety of this conversation. 

“Y/n, get your hand out of The Master’s pants!”

Shower Detox

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary - Eddie and the Reader comfort each other after their time in The Upside Down

Warnings - nonsexual nakedness, mentions of the events of season 4

Word Count - 1149

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Just some hurt/comfort and fluff. This can take place after the events of episode 7 or episode 9. I’m just hoping that Eddie doesn’t die in season 4 part 2

I can’t stop thinking about Eddie! I have some ideas that I hope to post, but if you have any ideas or requests just reach out! I hope you enjoy this!

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The remains of the soap slipped down your back. You had been in the shower for a while now, trying desperately to scrub off any evidence of The Upside Down from your body. You probably rubbed parts of your skin raw, but you didn’t want to remember that place. You knew that in the back of your head that doing this wouldn’t get rid of your memories from there, but you could try.

You stayed in the shower for a bit longer, allowing the warm water to crash onto your head and run down your face. It was almost meditative. Something about feeling the water drops run down your body finally allowed you to feel a feeling close to relaxation. But no matter how much you tried to reach a peaceful mindset, an image of The Upside Down would always flash across your mind. 

You hung your head lower and closed your eyes, fully letting the water crash down upon your head. You hoped that the water might take away the countless images that remained in your brain, no matter how foolish that hope probably was. Suddenly you felt two arms curl around your waist and another rush of fear and paranoia ran through your body.

“It’s alright. It’s just me.” Eddie whispered into your neck while keeping his arms firmly around your middle in an attempt to keep you steady on your feet. Of course, he also just needed to hold you.

“Eddie? What are you doing?”

“I missed you. It was too lonely in your room without you there with me.” 

“You’re still wearing your clothes.”

“It’s fine. They need a wash. They reek of … that place.” You winced upon recalling The Upside Down, once again. You were pretty sure Eddie noticed, too. He rubbed his hands up and down your sides as he kissed the space between your shoulder blades.

“Want to stay here with me?” You turned slightly in order to catch a glimpse of the metalhead, who was currently nuzzling into your shoulder. He needed you and you needed him right now.

“Yes, please.” You turned in Eddie’s arms and smiled at him bittersweetly. Eddie returned the same bittersweet smile. You pulled on the bottom hem of his shirt to silently ask if you could help him remove his clothes. Eddie nodded to your request, a tiny smirk sneaking past the sadness heavily written on his face. You removed Eddie’s leather jacket, then peeled his semi wet hellfire club shirt over his head. You bent down to untie Eddie’s shoes and removed them from his feet, along with his socks. Finally, you removed Eddie’s pants and underwear, holding his hand while helping him step out of the clothing. Both of you threw all of Eddie’s Upside Down covered clothes to one side of the tub before you and Eddie shuffled to huddle together under the showerhead.

You brushed away some of Eddie’s now wet hair from his face. You could see in his eyes that he was finally breaking down. First Chrissy died before his eyes. Then he had to run from everyone and to endure being blamed for everything happening with the deaths in the town. Then all of you got trapped in The Upside Down. Eddie didn’t have any time to process these events before, but now he did. 

Eddie’s eyes welled up with tears and his face contorted in pain and fear and sadness before he finally collapsed onto you. You immediately wrapped your arms tightly around him. You tried your best to comfort the person you cared about the most, but you were hurting too. You broke down crying into Eddie’s shoulder and his arms tighten their grip around your torso. 

Neither of you knew how long the two of you stayed holding each other while crying out your frustration and fear, but it was long enough for the water to grow ice cold. The two of you finally parted, but Eddie still needed to shower. You were going to leave the bathtub, but Eddie stopped you before you could.

“Can you stay in the bathroom, at least?” You nodded in silent agreement.

You tiptoed out of the shower and wrapped up in a couple of towels before sitting on the toilet seat. You looked up at Eddie, who left shower curtain open, completely not caring about all of the water that splashed onto the floor. He showered quickly because of the temperature of the water, but covered himself in shampoo and soap, like you had. It was clear that he was trying to scrub away the debris and the memories of The Upside Down.

Eddie shut off the shower and stepped out to the tub, not caring enough to remove his Upside Down covered clothes at this moment. Eddie also didn’t care about a towel as he just walked out of the shower and grabbed your hand to pull you back to your room. Thankfully, your parents were out of town, otherwise they would have protested the two of you walking around naked together, let alone allowing a suspected murderer into your house.

You were pretty dry already, but Eddie insisted on the two of you drying each other. Eddie took one of the towels you had wrapped around yourself and wrapped it around his shoulders. You took another towel and plopped it on his head, causing him to giggle. Eddie grabbed the ends of the towel around your body and insisted that you do the same to his towel. Eddie began to pull the towel back and forth rapidly, like in a cartoon or a movie. You assumed that Eddie was trying to distract you from everything that happened and it was working. You did the same to Eddie, causing him to laugh, too. It was good to hear his laugh again.

When the two of you dried off, Eddie gave you one of his old Corroded Coffin shirts to wear that he had brought with him to your house. Eddie got dressed in a pair of boxer shorts, but chose to stay shirtless.

You and Eddie crawled into your bed and quickly curled up under your blankets. It was warming up now by this time of year in Indiana, but it could still be quite chilly at night. Eddie pulled you tightly against his chest and nuzzled his face into your neck, he loved smelling the mix of your scent and his. It always managed to calm him down. 

You could feel the dampness of Eddie’s hair, but you didn’t care enough about the fact that he was also getting your bed wet to do anything to remove yourself from Eddie’s arms. You just wanted to hold him, and he just wanted to hold you. Eventually, the two of you fell asleep holding onto each other tightly and braving the memories of The Upside Down together.

You’ve Got Good Dreams

Phantom Ghoul x Reader

Summary - The Reader wakes up with a Ghoul on their chest.

Warnings - breaking into a bedroom, Phantom being a cryptid menace

Word Count - 546

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. The Reader is a Sibling of Sin. I just had this thought that because the other types of Ghouls can manipulate elements, I thought the Quintessence Ghouls could deal with more indeterminable things like feelings and dreams. Just thought that this would be a fun idea to write, so I hope that you enjoy this! :)

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Your chest felt heavy. Every breath you took required extra effort. Extra effort that you didn’t want to use. You just wanted to continue to sleep before your alarm went off for the morning. In your sleepy haze, you thought that rolling over would solve the problem, but when you tried to move you discovered that you couldn’t. Confused, you fluttered open your eyes, trying to quickly blink away sleep. 

Directly above you was a ghoul. Sitting on your chest and staring at you through the opaque goggles of their mask. Their arms were placed on either side of your head. Clearly, they were trying to keep the majority of their weight off of you and on their arms, but every so often they would lean down closer to you, putting slightly more weight on your chest.

Upon seeing you awake and confused, they crooked their head to the side, looking more like a cat than a ghoul. That’s when you caught sight of this ghoul's horns. Longer and more slender. Phantom. Of course, he would do something like this.

“What are you doing here, Phantom?” You asked, your voice heavy with sleep.

“You were dreaming.” He mused charmingly.

“Well, I was asleep. Most Humans dream when they are asleep.”

“You just felt so content and happy.” The ghoul snapped his neck to the other side and peered over you. If you didn’t know Phantom, you would have taken this movement as a threat. But you knew Phantom and you knew that looming over you and eyeing you like he was inspecting his soul was a common occurrence with the ghoul.

“So, you broke into my room to sit on my chest.” Phantom hummed in acknowledgement and nodded animatedly like a pleased toddler.

“And feel to your calmness.” You could see Phantom smile down at you in the dim light of morning. He wasn’t wearing his balaclava, even around his neck, so he must have left his room in a hurry and forgotten it, as he often did.

His smile was different from the smirks he sent you when he was performing or practising. His smile was also different from the prideful smiles he would send you after he scared you in the hallway or distracted you from your duties around the Ministry. He looked rested. Calm, content and happy. All of the words he had used to describe you a moment ago.

“Anyway, good morning, sibling.” Phantom leant forward, causing you to panic for a moment before his mask-covered forehead lightly pressed against your own forehead. Just as quickly as he invaded your personal space, Phantom left it and jumped off of you and off of your bed. 

“I hope that you have a good day!” Phantom yelled in a sing-songy voice before strutting out of your room. At least he closed your bedroom door behind him, which he always forgot to do just after he was first summoned. 

You let out a sigh. Phantom was going to be the death of you. Before you could mull over all of your growing feelings for the newly summoned ghoul, though, your alarm began to blare throughout your room. At least you could distract yourself from your demonic crush by completing your chores and studies. For now.

Belle Of The Ball

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master plans on scheming and schmoozing at a masquerade ball he was “invited to”, but he doesn’t plan on you catching the eyes of the fellow guests.

Based On This Request -

Anonymous requested - “The first time Reader goes to a masquerade ball and wears a breathtaking dress with Dhawan!Master, and the first time The Master gets jealous of the Reader. (Hello if you’re not too busy you could write this request, thanks and take care)”

Warnings - Me making up aliens/planets, mentions of canon typical violence

Word Count - 2103

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by a lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. The reader is referred to with gender neutral pronouns, but they are described as being okay with wearing a dress. Also, I think this could be read as either a pre-relationship fic or a pre-established relationship fic, so enjoy however you wish.

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You strode out of your room in an excited manner, while dressed in the beautiful outfit that The Master chose for you to wear to the masquerade ball he was “invited to”. You say “invited to” loosely. The Master had hypnotised his way into getting invited by the monarch of one of the most powerful planets in the galaxy he was trying to take over, and he made sure to include a necessary plus one on his invitation. The Master hadn’t been able to take you to any majestically royal locations since the two of you began travelling together, so The Master was incredibly excited about getting to take you to this masquerade ball. However, he also had work to do. So, unfortunately, The Master couldn’t just spend all of his time dancing with you.

You walked into the console room of The Master’s TARDIS with your expensive-looking shoes in your hand. You sat yourself down on a nearby sofa and stared, amazed, at The Master dressed in his equally extravagant outfit while he piloted his beloved ship to the desired destination. It was similar in colour and design to your own dress, making The Master’s intent plainly obvious. You were already aware of The Master’s possessive nature, but the thought of The Master purposefully matching your outfits with each other so everyone who saw the two of you knew that the both of you were together made you laugh. To you, this act was cute, not a silent threat by The Master. Though, killing his ego my calling The Master’s behaviour cute wasn’t on the cards for the day. You knew that this gathering was important for your alien host and his plans.

“You clean up nice. You actually look quite handsome minus the blood, engine grease and soot.” You finished tieing up your fancy shoes and sent a sarcastic wink to The Master. He only rolled his eyes in response. If anyone else said something like that to him, with that attitude, he would have killed them, but you were the beautiful exception.

“I’m going to take what you said as a compliment. However, I think I look quite sexy covered in all of those things. Especially the blood.”

“That remains to be seen. You never let me see you right after you destroyed a planet, remember? The only blood I see you covered in is the blood you missed washing away in the shower.” The Master stopped double and triple checking his plans and looked you up and down. You looked absolutely stunning in the dress he had picked for you; The Master wished that you would wear more clothes that he had picked out for you. However, The Master was growing much more interested in seeing you in nothing whatsoever. Or even seeing you in more intimate clothing he picked out for you. 

“Well, if you promise to not argue about how many innocent people I just killed, then maybe we could have a very interesting night in the future. Maybe even tonight?” The Master smirked at you, but you ignored him.

“Not tonight. You said that you actually have to make these people like you, remember? For your ingenious plan to take over this galaxy’s gem mining and trading industries?” The Master sighed defeatedly. Sometimes he wished to not have to go through with some of his plans, not out of a sudden spark of moral righteousness, but more out of a hatred for social gatherings and nosy people.

“Oh right. That. Don’t get me wrong, I love treating you to the most beautiful of treasures found in this universe, love, but I hate talking to people.” 

The Master bowed his head in stress. Through this plan of his, The Master planned on collecting many precious gems to both save and sell. Then he could take you to beautiful places and get you expensive things without having to steal or manipulate all the time. You also, through the many weeks of The Master planning this outing, had convinced The Master to eventually free the overworked “workers” of the mines once he took over and destroyed them. All of these plans were directly reliant upon The Master successfully integrating himself within the royal court of the Azuuill galaxy. If he wasn’t able to do that, then all of this was a waste.

You bounded up to where The Master was leaning against The TARDIS console. You rubbed his back soothingly and placed your chin on his shoulder.

“But you love manipulating people, and hypnotising them, so just remind yourself that you get to do that while having to suffer through all the schmoozing.”

“I do love those things. You know me so well, my little Human.” The Master peered over at you sentimentally. His eyes flickered down to your lips, but you, unfortunately, didn’t notice.

“Care to escort your date to the court of Azuuill, Master?” You separated yourself from The Master and smiled warmly as you held your hand out for him to take.

“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything else, love.” The Master jovially took your hand, and kissed the back of it softly, before leading you out into the alien palace.

The palace and the ballroom were amazing. The whole building was constructed in expensive-looking marble. But a very alien marble; dark navy with rivers of electric blue spiralling through the stone. There were also large pillars everywhere. And there were solid gold vines and leaves snaking around every surface. It looked like something out of a fairy world or a fantasy novel and you were in awe of its beauty.

The Master lead you through seas of people and gestured around wildly gloating about all of the people and their status in the Universe. When you weren’t distracted by the decor of the palace, you saw the eyes of the guests glare at The Master. Though, a glimmer of something unknown would flash across their faces whenever they would catch a glimpse of you. You had no idea what to make of either of their reactions, so you never brought it up to The Master.

The Master, after showing you the entire space of the ballroom, eventually went off to talk to someone important while you relaxed by an open window. Your intent was to catch a short breath because there were tons of people crammed into the dance hall. However, a group of people rushed to talk to you as soon as you were alone. You did talk to the group as a whole for a bit until one of the people asked to dance with you. You agreed, again trying to appear friendly and exuberant for The Master’s sake and for the sake of his plans. 

Once the song ended, you tried to return to your spot by the window in order to wait for The Master, but another person asked to dance with you. With each new song that played throughout the ballroom, a new person would ask to dance with you. You agreed every time, excited about the opportunity to meet various types of alien species and hopefully, the experiences would encourage a business deal with The Master. Eventually, though, you were able to return to the window for a breather. The Master then huffed his way over to you from where he was sulking in a dark corner.

“Why are you so upset?” You asked as he slumped against you.

“Upset! I’m not upset, I’m completely embarrassed. No one is paying attention to me! Their eyes are all on you and I am getting no work done”

“Well, I’m having fun. Why don’t we dance, Master? It might lighten your mood.”

“How about we get some food and drinks first? My anger has made me a bit light-headed.” The Master tapped his forehead four times in a row. You assumed that he did this subconsciously, but you thought that The Master’s Drums were making themselves more annoying by the moment. You went along with The Master’s preference; you loved trying new alien foods and drinks. The Master nodded to you sadly before walking off to get you both some food and you waited patiently for his return by staring out at the interesting landscape of the planet.

You had thought that The Master had returned when you saw someone approach you out of the corner of your eye, but the stranger who stopped before you and stared at you with unblinking eyes was not The Master. They were a tall, extremely thin person with greasy-looking black hair tied in the back to form a low ponytail.

“You are Y/n, aren’t you?” Their voice was slick and dark like ink and, frankly, made you uncomfortable to have to listen to. But you chose to remain polite. You had no idea who the person before you was or if The Master had connections with them and therefore needed to be appeased.

“Yes. May I ask why?”

“I have heard so much about you because of my guests and The Master. You truly are a wonder!” The person smirked at you with a toothy smile. You then recognised who this person was! They were the ruler of this planet and owner of this castle who The Master was talking to earlier in the night.

“Oh! You must be Monarch Alecx Belgoze, the host of this party.”

“Yes, I am.” The monarch looked incredibly smug upon seeing you recognize him, but it might have just been a momentary burst of ego.

“This party is absolutely brilliant. I have never been to a party this extravagant before.” You stated this because it was true. But the monarch to your eagerness as an opportunity to step closer to you, much closer than you expected or were comfortable with. 

“If I were your partner, I would throw a party much grander than this every night in your honour.” You could smell the blackberry wine on their breath. You had no idea how to react to the first part of the monarch’s comment. It was nice to hear such a thing, but you had no interest in the person before you, except to help The Master with his plan. And their forwardness was beginning to worry you. You looked around to the food table in the hope that The Master was there, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, that’s not - Master! Thank you so much for the food.” The Master finally returned to you with the snacks and drinks. But he didn’t come from the direction of the food table. You assumed that he was stalking around the monarch before making a move to save you. The Master looked incredibly upset, but you decided to not question him in front of a stranger. You did that once before and The Master sulked in his room for days after the fact.

“Monarch Belgoze, I thought that you would be dancing.” The Master questioned while placing the alien food and drink on the window sill. You could hear the strain in his voice, he was more upset than initially thought, but you decided to pay more attention to the food you desperately wanted to eat and let The Master deal with the alien encounters.

“Well, I was, but I saw a better dance partner off the dance floor.” The monarch dripped out a response.

“You must be referring to your betrothed? Correct?” The Master retorted snarkily.

“No, they weren’t able to make it tonight, I’m afraid. Anyway! Y/n, are you having a good night?” The alien monarch dramatically cut off The Master and turned his attention back to you, again stepping closer. 

“Yes, I am.” You ventured a warry look at The Master, who looked like he was going to pop a blood vessel.

“May I say that you look absolutely stunning!” The monarch reached a ringed hand out to touch your waist. 

“Oh, thank you! The Master got me this dress actually. He has amazing taste.” You felt incredibly awkward because of the monarch’s actions, but you had no idea what the customs of their planet were. You didn’t want to risk ruining The Master’s plans just because you didn’t understand.

“If you so desired, I would love to take you somewhere … more private…” The monarch leaned incredibly close to your face.

“Okay … Time to go!” The Master grabbed you by the arm and quickly pulled you out of the monarch’s grasp and through the crowd back to The TARDIS.

“But what about the masquerade!” You shouted in a worried tone.

“We can dance later!”

I need to write some more gender neutral reader x Eddie Munson fanfics

Just for myself

I feel dysmorphic reading she/her pronouns

I need some sweet fics and some smutty fics with my boy and a gn reader