Plus One

I got my flu shot and my most recent covid booster yesterday at the same time. And even though I am very happy that I am taking care of my health and I completely wiped out right now!

I did have an amazing fever dream of Dhawan!Master, though. So that’s a big plus!

Baking Hijinks

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - After a week of The Doctor avoiding the reader, the reader convinces The Doctor to bake with them, almost causing unearthed feelings to reveal themselves.

Warnings - mentions of canon typical violence

Word Count - 2702

A/n - I hope you enjoy!

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Everything that could have gone wrong seemingly did. You felt as if there was nothing you could do to stop the chaos for a brief moment. The Master had resurfaced a couple of adventures ago and had made The Doctor’s life miserable. Which subsequently made your life miserable. The Doctor grew more and more distressed by the various tedious, teasing clues The Master had been leaving for him, like breadcrumbs, about her current scheme. All these little distractions pulled The Doctor further away from you.

This obviously serious distraction of The Master and her evil plans had caused every adventure you and The Doctor would go on to turn out horribly wrong. No one died, thankfully, but many were injured, including you and The Doctor. He had obsessively looked after you were injured, all the while not taking care of himself. Once you had recovered, however, The Doctor avoided you. You were beginning to hate The Master for the way she caused The Doctor to act. All you wanted was to be with The Doctor and to help him with whatever he was feeling right now. But because of what The Master did and the state of fear she put The Doctor in, you were unable to do as you wished.

Because you missed The Doctor so much, you would often replay the last moment you really interacted with each other over and over again in your head. The Doctor carried had you to the TARDIS medbay after you were injured in The Master’s plan, even though you knew you could walk there unaided, but he insisted on helping in this way. While on the walk to the medbay, he explained that you could have internal injuries and that walking would worsen your state. You didn’t think your injuries were that bad, but The Doctor said that he wasn’t going to take any chances. You asked about him and if it was worth it to possibly worsen his injuries in order to stop yours from getting worse. The Doctor didn’t acknowledge your questions, as you had arrived in the medbay and The Doctor instantly became preoccupied with tending to your wounds.

The Doctor didn’t help himself, at least, not that you observed. He carried you to your bedroom and told you to rest and call him if you needed him. He also informed you that he would be setting up an alarm on his TARDIS to notify him if your condition got worse. For the next few days, The Doctor looked after you obsessively, barely ever leaving your side and doing everything for you. The Doctor didn’t seem to be injured at a distance or at a quick glance, but you assumed that he was just hiding his injuries for your sake. He also refused to bring up the instances that lead up to you getting hurt in a vain attempt to spare you any further strife. He was only focused on the improvement of your health. 

But as soon as you were mostly healed except for a few scabs, that’s when The Doctor began to avoid you. Whenever he would accidentally run into you, clear that he was trying to use the labyrinthian halls of The TARDIS in order to run away from you, his face would be washed with guilt and he would wring his hand looking everywhere except your face. He would talk quickly and without emotion, obviously wanting to escape as soon as possible.

You had received injuries with The Doctor before, but this was the most extreme instance, probably explaining why The Doctor was hiding from you. You assumed that he was fearful that you would want to leave and if he avoided your presence, you could never ask him to take you home. You might have yelled at him for his childish possessiveness if it wasn't for the fact that over the days you were left isolated, you discovered how desperately you wanted his attention. Or, to put it more bluntly, you discovered that the comforting feelings you always felt when around The Doctor were romantic in origin. 

The Doctor obviously felt the same, otherwise, he would have let you leave, but knowing a mutual attraction made the lack of interaction between the two of you even more heartbreaking. You wanted to shake him. Scream about how much you loved him, but you couldn’t. Firstly, you couldn’t find him or get him to properly interact with you. Secondly, you had no idea how to tell the alien your romantic feelings for him.

The current unfortunate event of the week was the TARDIS malfunctioning. You were unaware if this was because of something The Doctor had done or if she was just having a tantrum or something else entirely. The Doctor said that he would explain later when you questioned him while he was stuck, or was rather hiding, under the TARDIS console while rummaging through her wires. You were obviously dissatisfied with this answer minimizing but left him to his fixing. 

You tried to accept this new set-up, but the ship you called your home was always surprising you. Rooms moved around randomly, compared to the strategic, labyrinthian map the TARDIS organised rooms by. You wouldn’t be surprised if she had a colour-coded schematic, but at the moment, nothing made sense. When you wanted to go to the library, you ended up in the trampoline room. You tried to find The Doctor’s study to try and get him to talk to you again, you arrived at the swimming pool. You tried to go to the console room but ended up walking in a circle and wound up back in your room. You stayed there for a while, mentally exhausted, so you decided to get some reading and creative work done. At one point, out of boredom, you even started dancing Risky Business style to loud music. 

Though these small distractions offered you some amount of serotonin, you quickly grew bored again. You tried to plead with The TARDIS to actually let you arrive at your desired destination. You hadn’t eaten all day except for a few sugary snacks you had snuck into your room, so your growling stomach requested a substantial meal, or maybe some baked goods because who doesn’t love baked confectionaries? Thankfully, the path you were taking seemed normal. You took a calming breath before reaching the door you hoped was the kitchen. Though, you were initially disappointed when you opened the door and saw stacks of books and papers and walls made of bookshelves and a detailed web of all of The Master’s clues and previous schemes. 

You were in The Doctor’s study and were about to turn and leave until you saw a sleeping Doctor hunched over his desk. He looked awful, with dark circles under his eyes, his hands stained with ink and covered in scabbed cuts from where he was injured on your last adventure. Again, you contemplated leaving, allowing The Doctor to sleep because he did so rarely, but light in an adjacent room beyond a small purple couch on the opposite side of the study caught your eye. You crept into the room, cringing whenever the floorboards would creak. The new room was a kitchen. Of course, The Doctor would have a kitchen attached to his private study. He loved his homemade sweets. You would have to suggest to The Doctor that you should have a kitchen attached to your bedroom once the two of you begin talking regularly again.

Like the study being a smaller, more personal version of the main TARDIS library, the kitchen was a quaint, very Doctor, version of the larger main kitchen. There was a small four-person table with a light purple rug beneath it. Cabinets that matched the wood of the table, the cabinets were labelled with what should have been in them, but nothing was in its place, and there was a small, abstract, purple crystalline chandelier hanging from the ceiling and giving a gentle, atmospheric light to the room.

You snuck around the kitchen, doing your best to be quiet. You thought it would be best to carry your supplies in two trips to minimise noise, one for all of the ingredients and the other for all of the supplies. But being the clumsy klutz you were, you tripped over the edge of the carpet beneath the table causing the pans, bowls and utensils you were holding to fly out of your hands and land on the kitchen floor with a momentous crash. You cursed yourself, crouching quickly to pick up everything, hoping that you did not wake up The Doctor.

“What?! What‘s going on?! Who’s invading us?!”The Doctor ran into the kitchen with his sonic in one hand and a large spoon in the other. His usually slicked back and perfectly combed hair was standing straight up, his sweater vest was wrinkled, and one of his paint legs was rolled and scrunched up, exposing his purple sock. The Doctor’s matching purple tie was also loose, hanging sleepily around his neck. Frankly, he looked like a hilarious mess.

“No one is invading us. Doctor, everything is fine.” You tried to sound calm for The Doctor’s sake, but there was the remains of a giggle lurking in your throat.

“Then what the hell happened?!” He waved the spoon and sonic around dramatically.

“Oh,” you finally stood up and moved the things you had dropped back to the table, “I just dropped some pans and baking utensils. Are you okay? You seem stressed.”

“Why are you baking?” Of course, he ignored your question, he was much too selfless for his own good.

“Just to relax. Also, I’m quite hungry, so that helps. I want to make some fettuccine alfredo, but I can’t get over my intense craving for brownies and the moment. I’m sorry that I’m in your study kitchen, by the way. I tried to get to the main kitchen, but The TARDIS had other ideas.” The Doctor still looked shocked, his chocolate eyes wide with fear as he breathed heavily. 

“Do you want to help me?” You hoped that he would say yes so you two could finally move on from this awkward stalemate the past week had been. You just wanted to be close to him again. Maybe you could inch closer to confessing your feelings, too.

The Doctor agreed, but still avoided eye contact and remained mostly silent. You both moved around the small space comfortably, both clad in dorky aprons The TARDIS probably picked out for you. The Doctor seemed to open up the more as the two of you mixed ingredients. Both of you decided that scraping the idea of an actual meal was a brilliant idea and instead the two of you decided to make chocolate chunk brownies and chocolate chip cookies. You suggested that the two of you should eat said sweets with ice cream. 

You mixed one batter mix and The Doctor mixed the other, all in silence. You poured the brownie batter into the baking tin while The Doctor meticulously tried to separate the cookie dough into equal portions. His brows were furrowed, and he bit his lip in intense concentration. You couldn’t help but smile at this innocent look he pulled off so well. He was thousands of years old, he overthrew evil tyrants and saved galaxies, but he looked like a toddler trying to perfect a drawing to hang on the fridge. You saw this as your opportunity to try and return your friendship to the playfulness that was present before this terrible week started, or, at least, end this awful silence. You stuck a finger into the brownie batter and dolloped the unbaked mix on The Doctor’s nose, causing him to shriek and lose his concentration on the cookies. You burst into a fit of loud giggles, doubling over. The Doctor only glared. 

“Y/n! Why did you do that?” He went to wipe away the batter, but you grabbed his hands to stop him, forcing him to face you.

“Why not do that? It's funny.” He disagreed and, again, tried to move to clean his face, but you kept him in his place. You stared at each other for a while, a plan began growing in your mind like a beautiful and tempting flower. The Doctor’s confusion showed brightly in The Doctor’s eyes. You suddenly leaned forward, still holding The Doctor so he couldn’t back away, and licked a dollop of brownie batter off of his face. You smirked at his flabbergasted expression, his jaw dropping and his warm brown eyes growing wide in shock again. 

Leaving the adorable alien to comprehend what just happened, you turned to collect the baking trays and place them in the oven. You continued to ignore The Doctor’s shock, putting all the food supplies away and collecting the dirty utensils and placing them in the sink to wash later. With everything finally put away, you went to clean the things in the sink. After a few more minutes of silence, you felt The Doctor’s hands hesitantly wrap around your waist and his chin rest on your shoulder.

“To answer your question from earlier, I'm not okay. And I’m very stressed and worried. But this has cheered me up greatly.”

“Do you want to talk about anything?” You turned your head slightly to look at him and to your surprise, The Doctor didn’t look away. His eyes were big and sad but filled with care for you, almost like he couldn’t believe that you were a part of his life.

“Not now, but maybe later.”

“Okay, but just know that I’m here whenever you need me.”

“I know, and I’m sorry for being so distant. I was afraid that you would want to leave. That’s the opposite of what I want, Y/n.” You dried your hands and turned in his arms to face him. He stiffened a bit, not used to being this close to you, but you squeezed his arms reassuringly.

“I assumed that that’s how you felt, I’ve been wanting to reassure you this entire time. I don’t want to leave, Doctor. I don’t know what I would be without you.” You lent your head against him, hoping he would understand your insinuation. 

“Do you really not want to leave? You were hurt because I got us into a mess. I was meant to protect you.” Both of your noses bumped against each other, but you couldn’t tell if he did it on purpose.

“I’m positive that I don’t want to leave. I trust you, Doctor. I always have and I always will. And despite how much you want to, you can’t protect me in every situation. What matters is that you helped me when I needed it. Now I want to help you because you definitely need it right now.” Your noses bumped again and again, and The Doctor ghosted his hands up your body until his hands were cradling your face.

“I’m starting to care about you very deeply, Y/n.”

“And I’m starting to care about you very deeply, Doctor.” He shifted closer, his lips just hovering over yours. When you thought that this agonising suspense would finally be over and your greatest wish would finally be realised, the timer indicating that the brownies and cookies were done baking went off, causing the two of you to separate. You briefly looked to The Doctor, who looked away, flustered and running a nervous hand through his hair. You ended up quickly running from the situation and flusteredly fumbled while retrieving the baked goods and the ice cream to ignore your embarrassment about your almost moment with The Doctor. 

You hoped that soon enough you would have another moment with him, but in the meantime, you would just have to settle for sharing this snack with him, and revelling in the fact that you were no longer sneaking around The TARDIS avoiding each other. This would be enough, for now, to see his smile, the warmth of his eyes, and to see him forget about all of his stresses while he was with you. This would be enough.

Soft Spot In The Hearts Of A Murderer

Simm!Master x Reader

Summary - The reader has a panic attack after hearing people being killed day after day on The Valiant, and The Master comforts them.

Based On This Request - Anonymous requested - “Hi! May I ask for a soft fic with The Master where they hypnotise The Reader?”

Warnings -The Year That Never Was, The Reader has a panic attack/anxiety attack, hypnotism, hypnotism without consent, canon typical violence

Word Count - 1095

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon. I will link the other fics inspired by this request HERE, if you would like to read them. I hope that you enjoy!

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For some reason, The Master allowed you to roam the halls of The Valient unaccompanied, maybe with the supervision of a guard or two, but usually, you could just go your merry way around the ship. However, you rarely ever did this. You never wanted to see what was occurring on the Earth down below, you didn’t want to see the Toclafane unleash a flurry of lasers onto Humanity, and you didn’t want to see what The Master had done to any of your friends. 

You were a coward. Or, at least, you thought that. Martha was Gods-know-where, her family were being used, and everyone aboard was being tortured and degraded, except for you. And you couldn’t do anything to stop The Master because you were so crippled with fear.

The past couple of days you have been staying in your room all instead of roaming The Valiant on occasion. You assumed that no one would notice your absence. Unbeknownst to you, though, The Master was causing hell to everyone around him whenever he didn’t see you. He constantly tried to escape the day’s plans, but apparently destroying the planet Earth and scouring it for a “fugitive” was difficult and time-consuming work. But eventually, the day was mostly over, and The Master was free to spend some time with you, just in time for dinner.

The Master made his way past random Valiant guards and security toward your room. He thought about what he would order for dinner in order to impress you, which he desperately wanted to do. He had absolutely no idea about how you were feeling or why you were absent today. But if he had been aware, he would’ve spent the entire day trying to cheer you up and make you feel special.

A gentle knock on your door startled you away from your anxious mind. You thought that you might just ignore it, as it was probably just a guard. But then there was another set of knocking, and you noticed the rhythm. Was it like that before? You couldn’t tell. And again: knock knock knock knock. You rushed to the door, worried that you had waited too long and now The Master would be upset with you. You had never seen him upset with you, but he always seemed upset when he was with someone else. He would probably be upset with you at some point, so why not now. 

You opened the door tentatively.

“Ah! Y/n, it’s lovely to finally see you.” The Master smiled at you, but his eyes looked clouded with latent rage. You cursed yourself. You should have gone out of your room today to see him. 

“I missed you today.” The Master up again when you didn’t respond.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise. We all have reclusive days. I just hope that I haven’t done anything wrong to worsen your mood.” The Master entered your room without asking you and instantly began looking around. He actually wasn’t trying to be intrusive, he just wanted to get to know you better. And maybe if he knew you better, then he would know the best way to get you to love him.

“No, no of course you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, Y/n.” The Master suddenly stopped looking through the bookshelf he had gifted you, trying to see which books you have read, and he turned to face you.

“I don’t know what -”

“I know that my presence here hasn’t been the most comforting. I have destroyed your planet and terrorized your people and I have, frankly, been a right menace aboard The Valiant, especially when there are some political manoeuvres that I have to plan. All I am saying is that I would completely understand why you would hate me, Y/n.” It almost looked as if The Master’s eyes softened as he spoke, but you assumed that it was a trick of the light.

You didn’t know how to respond. You wanted to say something brave, something calling out The Master’s horrible behaviour, but nothing formed because your anxiety seemed to be controlling everything at the moment. You were too scared that this was all a trap and that The Master would kill you after you revealed your true feelings. But then a rolling thunder sounded around The Valiant.

“What was that?”

“Oh, just the evening patrol.” The Master nonchalantly responded. 

You felt your chest tighten. You immediately thought of Martha. What if this was the moment she was caught and killed? You could have done so much during your time aboard this ship, yet you did nothing. 

The Master was saying something, but you couldn’t hear him over the thumping of your heartbeat in your ears. Your breath began to quicken and heave. You suddenly felt incredibly dizzy, and the room looked like it was spinning. You tried to move to a nearby chair, but you missed the seat and stumbled onto the ground. You heard The Master calling your name, but you were unable to respond; you were far too focused on the anxiety attack you were having and the horrible thoughts circling around your mind.

“Hey. No. Don’t do that. Everything is going to be fine, sweetheart.” You shook your head ‘no’. Things did not feel fine. The Master joined you on the floor and stroked your arms and face soothingly. He hated seeing you like this. Is this how you acted when he wasn’t around? Did he cause you to be in this much pain? The Master never wanted you to hide anything from him, even your bad thoughts. The Master just wanted to comfort you and know the real you.

“Look into my eyes. Everything will be calmer in a moment.” The Master held your face softly in his hands and brushed his thumbs across your temples. You met the commanding alien's gaze tentatively. His eyes were beautiful; they were a warm brown with green specks and waves rolling through his irises. You never noticed that before.

A calm rushed over you. You were no longer plagued by the thoughts of Martha dying or that you were not being brave enough or that you were not being a good companion to The Doctor. You were so calm and relaxed in fact that you felt your body grow limper. You fell into The Master’s chest. He brought two of his fingers to your chin and gently moved your face to look at him.

“Now, tell your Master what’s wrong, sweetheart.”

Comfort Cuddles

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master joins you in bed after a day of his plans failing. He’s soft and wants to be close to you.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - Nothing, just fluffy goodness.

Word Count - 1409

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. This request was submitted on my old Tumblr account, but this is the second thing I wrote based on this prompt. I just got another idea and I had to write it. I hope that you enjoy it!

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The Master didn’t like being seen as weak, but he knew that you were his weakness. He knew that he needed you. You were his other half. You made him better. You never once asked him to change, despite the fact that you never wanted to kill or manipulate people or planets. You were always there for The Master when he was stressed about his plans for universal domination or when something he was tinkering with wouldn’t work out just right. The Master needed you, always and forever. He needs you.

It was so easy for The Master to be filled with hate. He loved hurting people, he loved revenge plans and plots, but he never felt hate towards you. He loved you. The Master loved you more than the hate that filled his life before the two of you were together. He hadn’t told you his feelings yet. He was always bad at that, telling you his feelings, but you always treated him with kindness and patience. You never pressured him to do things out of his comfort zone. That just made The Master love you more, though.

Being in love with you made The Master anxious. He couldn’t remember being in love before. He might have been, but it was easy for him to imagine that he had never been in love before. When he first met you, he was overcome with a wave of protectiveness all aimed at you. He hated the fact that The Doctor spent their time picking up random Humans, but mostly out of jealousy about the fact that he didn’t have anyone. However, The Master hated seeing you with The Doctor because he knew that she would get you killed. The Master couldn’t understand why he felt such protective feelings, but he decided to not ignore them and to seek you out. 

Over the months of the two of you interacting, both of you grew closer and you left The Doctor, under conditions, of course. You accompanied The Master as a friend, but that obviously expanded to a more romantic connection. Now the two of you were months deep into a committed relationship, but he was unable to tell you how much he loved you. The Master wished to be better for you, though. You were always there for him, and sometimes he felt as if he needed to be there for you more than he was. Especially to be there for you in more emotional and emotionally intimate circumstances. 

The Master looked over his console to check the time. It was about five in the morning, Earth time, so you would still be fast asleep. The new machine he was trying to build wasn’t working out as he wished it to, and his new plans had a massive plot hole in them that he didn’t know how to fill. He was incredibly frustrated, and his brain felt as if there was a fog shifting heavily through it, clouding over the information he was trying to seek out. 

The Master didn’t require as much sleep as you did, but, in the past, cuddling with you always calmed him down and helped him think. Either wrapping himself around you or being held securely by you somehow managed to always cause things to fall into place in his sometimes disordered mind. So, The Master cleared up his little work area as much as he could and walked down to your shared bedroom.

The Master slowly and quietly entered the room, so as to not wake you. Upon seeing you, The Master smiled. You were cocooned, in the middle of the bed, in the purple comforter that the two of you shared. Your head was laying more on his pillow than yours. You looked incredibly content. The Master silently took his shoes off, then his clothes, leaving him in only his underwear and socks, then climbed in beside you.

You were only wearing his old black hoodie, from one of The Master's previous regenerations, and underwear. Your skin felt cold under The Master’s touch, you should have worn some pyjama pants or socks or something warmer. The Master cuddled up behind you, nuzzling his face into your neck. He brought his arm around you and placed his hand over your heart to feel it beating. He loved doing this. It reminded him that you were alive and that you were real and with him right now.

You stirred a bit because of the warmth of his hand on your chest and mumbled some incoherent words and phrases. The Master tried to hold you a bit tighter in an attempt to not wake you. It worked for a moment; the pressure of The Master’s body around you brought you comfort in your sleep. However, you stirred out of your sleep due to the change in temperature of the bed.

“Master?” You tried to turn around, but The Master’s arms were placed firmly around you. 

“Go back to sleep, love. It’s too early for a Human like yourself to be awake.” You were still tired, but you loved being in his presence, so naturally, you wanted to keep talking to him.

“When do you come to bed?”

“Only a couple of minutes ago. I tried to not wake you up.”

“You’re so warm, though.” You successfully turned around in The Master’s arms this time, after prying his arms off you momentarily. Your eyes were still closed, but you moved to kiss his face haphazardly. The Master smiled and chuckled at your sleepy state, and he pulled you closer to his chest until you were practically laying on top of him.

You kissed The Master’s face, neck and chest, and any part of him that you could reach, every once in a while, as you asked him some questions about his day. The two of you had spent the majority of the day apart because he was busy with his newest scheme, and you were trying to plan a party for your best friend on Earth.

“What were you doing? Did you finish that one thing?” The Master was shocked that you could form somewhat coherent sentences when it was obvious that you were still in a sleepy haze, but he was willing to talk until the two of you became so sleepy you couldn’t speak anymore.

“No, I think I tried too hard to push a thought-cube into a gravity converter and the whole machine I was working on didn’t appreciate the change either.” The Master caressed his hands up and down your back beneath the hoodie you stole.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure you will think of something. You always do. You are so smart.” The Master smiled as he felt you nuzzle into his neck again. His feelings were bubbling up again. He didn’t feel like he could hide them anymore. And if you didn’t respond well, you probably wouldn’t remember because of how tired you were. So, The Master thought that this would be the best time to reveal his true feelings.

“Can I tell you something, Y/n?”

“You can tell me everything, Master. I will always be here for you.”

“I love you.” You opened your eyes and smiled up at The Master.

“I love you, too. I have for a while.”

“Me too. I should have told you earlier.”

“Yes! Yes, you should have!” You suddenly popped up from where you were cuddling into The Master’s chest and pecked him on the lips. The Master chuckled, kissed you again and then returned the two of you back to a cuddling position. 

“Let’s go to sleep, yeah? Then see where the new day takes us?”

“That sounds lovely, Master.” You shifted slightly to kiss his cheek one more time, and then you nuzzled back into his chest, occasionally kissing him there before eventually falling asleep. The Master fell asleep soon after you, holding you tightly to his body. 

The two of you slept soundly until around midday in Earth time. Neither of you always got the privilege of a quiet, domestic life together. You both enjoyed your hectic life in space, travelling throughout time and hopping from adventure to adventure. But both of you appreciated the softer moments of your lives together, given how rarely they happened. You loved each other so much, and sometimes spending a morning in bed together was all the two of you needed to make a day memorable.

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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 😄

Ever since you had told The Master you’re autistic, travelling with him had definitely become easier. Of course, it wasn’t 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 ‘thank you’ 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.

“You feel like leaving the TARDIS today, or would you prefer to stay in and rest?” The Master asked you, leaning on the worktop in front of you to get your attention.

“I could do a short trip out, get some fresh air. Nothing too adventurous though.” 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, wasn’t too noticeable.

“Good, I was thinking we could go to this little planet in the Pegasus Galaxy called Mipra.” He started to walk out of the kitchen and you quickly got up to follow him.

“The people there aren’t anywhere near advancing to space travel yet, but one of their cities has a brilliant marketplace that I thought you would enjoy. It’s quite similar to Earth in a lot of ways, but they sell things you won’t be able to find anywhere else this side of the universe.” 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. “Also, I’ve already checked and it shouldn’t be bad for your senses - but I already have an exact time to go so that the market won’t be busy.”

Oh yeah, he’d also been doing that recently. Every place you went to he made sure to check that the planet’s atmosphere wouldn’t 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 wasn’t 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 hadn’t 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 hadn’t 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 didn’t 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 hadn’t 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 regeneration’s 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 wasn’t 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.

“I’ve decided I’m going to name her Cerulean, cause of her colour.” You told him with a definitive nod, and he was lucky that your words had baffled him enough that he didn’t melt at your expression.

“Her?”

“Yep, I know most plants don’t tend to have a gender, but this one feels like a ‘her’ to me.” You told him with a shrug.

“Why name it then? ” He couldn’t help but be curious, unsure as to whether this was just a you thing or a human thing.

“Well it’s a plant, they’re living things, they deserve names.” You tilted you head as you addressed him, as though it was impossible for you to imagine not naming the plant.

“You’re adorable.” The words slipped out of his mouth before he really had time to think, but he didn’t 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 ‘thanks’ 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 didn’t 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 wouldn’t be able to gather enough energy to go back out to the planet after lunch. Luckily, you knew that The Master wouldn’t 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 didn’t 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 hadn’t notice him cooking. Brining yourself back to reality you managed to answer before he got too suspicious.

Luckily for you, The Master didn’t 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.

“Do you feel up to going back to the market?” He asked once you had both finished your meals.

“I don’t think I have enough energy for that, but we could do something in the TARDIS if you wanted?” You suggested, hoping that he wouldn’t chose TARDIS repairs over spending time with you.

“Sure, what do you have in mind?” He addressed you with an unreadable look, which made you slightly nervous.

“Uh, I mean do you have any board games or video games? We could play some of them?”

“That sounds good, I think I have some board games in the library.” He told you, getting up from his seat to head in that direction, causing you to do the same.

You weren’t 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 hadn’t 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.

“Thank you, for today, it was lovely.” You told him, still staring at him.

“There’s no need to thank me, I’d do this for you anytime, dear.” He replied, turning to face you with a soft smile.

“Why?”

“Why?”

“I’m just a human, why would you do anything for me?” You felt small when you asked the question, baring all of your weaknesses for The Master to see.

“But you’re not just a human, you’re so much more than the rest of them, at least to me. You’re no where near as annoying as the rest of your species, not to mention that you’re clever enough to keep up with over half of what I say. You’re also pretty funny, I like your jokes and sarcasm, even if any sarcasm in return can fly over your head.” As he was speaking, he seemed to be studying your face, as though he too couldn’t tear his eyes away. “I 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, you’re absolutely beautiful, not just in looks but in your outlook on the world as well.”

At his words you could feel your face heating up, especially when his last sentence finally made sense in your mind.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course, I always have.” The look he gave you was so genuine that you knew he couldn’t be lying. “Can I tell you something y/n?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I think I’m in love with you, actually I know I am. I’ve known for quite a while now but I’ve been too worried about how you would react.” He had turned away from you know, focusing on the carpet’s intricate designs. “But spending this day with you, I realised that I can’t hide these feelings any longer. If you want me to just drop you off at home I’ll understand.”

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 wouldn’t be able to hold this eye contact, if he was any other person you wouldn’t have been able to even hold his hand. He wasn’t any other person though, he was The Master, and you loved him.

“I love you too.” 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 didn’t 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.

Quiet Morning After A Disturbed Date

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - Just sharing a moment in the morning with The Master.

Warnings - fluff, but mentions of canon typical violence

Word Count - 484

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I hope that you enjoy!

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Yesterday was stressful. It was supposed to be relaxing, but like many outings with The Master, it turned chaotic incredibly quickly. An old enemy of The Master, who he actually assumed to be dead, saw you and The Master walking around an alien market that the two of you had gone to for a date. The old enemy immediately called for backup and began firing and trying to kill the two of you. Thankfully, you and The Master were quite close to his TARDIS and The Master quickly piloted his ship far away from the disturbance.

The Master instantly tried to calm you down. The outing was supposed to do that, but The Master would make do with his labyrinthine ship. The two of you ended up making and eating a lovely meal together and watched a couple of movies, the two of you even played hide and seek before relaxing in a massive bubble bath at the end of the day.

You woke up the next morning calm and relaxed and completely in love, and so did The Master. Neither of you had any worries about your ruined date the day before. You curled into The Master’s chest and uttered a good morning, which the Time Lord eagerly replied to in his deeper sleepy morning voice that you adored. The two of you talked for a bit about your dreams, the previous day, and how well you slept before falling into a comfortable silence.

You softly brought your pointer finger down the curve of The Master’s nose. He closed his eyes at the gentle feeling. Through that small gesture, he could feel all of your love for him pouring out of you and into him. It was almost funny how absurd this situation was to him. He never could imagine someone would end up loving him this much. If he discovered that a person felt this much love for him, he would have laughed and used their passion to his advantage. But you were different. So special. So divine in the eyes of that old alien.

You booped The Master’s nose, causing him to escape the grasp his thoughts had on him a moment ago. The Master gently took and held your hand. Then he brought your index finger to his lips.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you more, Master.” The Master tried to disagree with you, but you leap up and covered The Master’s face in kisses upon kisses until he jokingly relented. But he had to make you know how adoringly he felt about you.

“I love you so much, my little Human.” 

“I love you mo-” The Master cut you off with a kiss.

“Just take the compliment, love. Let me express my love for you.” You fell into The Master's arms, slightly defeated, but in love, and spent the rest of the morning wrapped in his embrace.

I am very much not ready for The Power of The Doctor. I was excited when we first got the pictures of The Master, but now I just feel sick. There are so many things that I don’t want to happen that I am assuming will happen. It’s making me really anxious. Consuming any Doctor Who content is making my stomach turn.

I will probably be fine after the special airs, but right now I am just stewing in possibilities.

It seriously means so much to me that 14 says "I love [insert beautiful character here]" multiple times.

My requests are officially closed. 

Thank you to everyone who requested fics from me! I really appreciate it.

I’m going to go a bit out of order when it comes to finishing them, but only for the Valentine’s Day fics. Which I will work to finish in time for the holiday. Then I will get back to finishing everything else in order. 

I still have some stuff going on in my personal life and also school. So, I will try to get everything out in a professional amount of time, but some grace would be nice.

Thank you, again! 

-Ghost