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Books Read In February 2024

Nettle & Bone by T. Kingfisher (Began in January, Finished in February)

Thistlefoot by GennaRoae Nethercott

Woman, Eating by Claire Kohda

A Psalm For The Wild Built by Becky Chambers

Frenchie looks so good this season!

My baby Orlo has a scar!!!😭😭😭

It’s hot, but don’t hurt my baby!!!

Kidnapping Dates

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The reader is The Doctor’s companion, but The Master keeps kidnapping the reader in order to get close to them.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - kidnapping, general Master and Doctor Who chaos, canon typical violence

Word Count -

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account. I’m reposting the fic on this account. I hope you enjoy this!

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The Master stalked the cold, rainy streets of New London, New Earth. He was there to gain more information about The Doctor for his next scheme, or, at least, that’s what he told himself. Because every time The Doctor was in view, instead of analysing her every move for weakness, he was trying to secretly look past her and her other companions to get even the tiniest glimpse of you. You and The Doctor’s Fam were walking in the middle of the town’s main street with The Doctor leading the herd. The Master was finding it difficult to continue to follow you and the conversation while hiding behind vendors and their carts, trying to lure in tourists, but he managed well enough. He was certain that he looked insane, tarnishing his ego, but he hadn’t seen you properly yet. The Master hadn’t seen you in so long and he just had to see you. 

You were cocooned within the herd of companions as if they knew that you were the favoured prey. The Fam had adapted to doing that, keeping you hidden. You were always the target of The Master’s kidnappings, every single one, so they always kept you protected and in eyesight. Except for The Doctor who seemed more inclined to show off than to express overt worry. You always blamed her social awkwardness, but The Master considered it to be plain ignorance. Nevertheless, The Doctor continued her tour guide-like speech about the area.

“Actually, believe it or not, this is the fifteenth Earth since the original. So, we are actually walking on the New New New -” The Doctor continued to rattle off a string of ‘new’s until her point was reached. The Master scoffed at her ridiculousness, how she was always like this, trying to impress Humans with nonsense. He grew even more aggravated when he finally saw your face and how amazed you looked, with bright and shiny eyes filled with wonder. He couldn’t wait for the opportunity to finally get you alone, so he could kidnap you. He ventured to think that maybe one day he could make your eyes shine like that because of something he showed you, but he quickly abandoned that thought. He ignored its meanings and returned to focusing on the task at hand: kidnapping you and terrifying The Doctor and her little pets.

The form of The Fam’s protective bubble loosened slightly. You were still in the middle of their protective circle, but the form was stretched out between two vendor carts. You were still too well guarded for The Master to make a proper move, but as he planned, an eruption of screams was heard from down the street. Quickly those screams came closer and closer to The Doctor, her Fam, and you. The Master had enlisted the help of an emerging villain who was recently wronged by The Doctor to interrupt this adventure. The Master trained them in ferociousness, revenge, and villainy, all in turn for the monster to not hurt you. He made that caveat very clear. If The Master were to be interrogated about this encounter, he would deny the fact that he told his one-time business partner that if they harmed you in any way, he would kill them without hesitation. Death was always a spectacular threat to use in order to get what you wanted, at least in The Master’s mind it was.

The monster, a disgusting beast with long sharp teeth, and even longer, sharper nails, ripped through the crowd of people, wounding the ones not fast enough to get away. The Doctor now turned protective, keeping you and The Fam behind her outstretched arms. She explained the monsters' race, and how they were usually peaceful, despite their deadly appearance, but you barely followed her ramble, too overcome with the shock of your ruined outing. The Doctor continued to vocalise her confusion about this monster’s out-of-character behaviour. This caused the monster to lunge forward, swiping at The Doctor. She dodged his swipe and continued to protect you and your friends. The Monster screamed a jagged cry before speaking of how The Doctor, in an act of self-heroism against the Daleks, caused the death of his family by giving a self-aggrandizing speech pleading for peace instead of actually acting to solve the disaster that was occurring before her. After explaining his story, the monster lunged again. The Doctor yelled for you and The Fam to return to The TARDIS, and after some brief yet urgent arguing, all of you eventually agreed. 

It should have been simple, finding The TARDIS, but with the fearful crowd running around each and every way, the task was suddenly harder than before. When you and The Fam started out your return trip, you had your hands clasped tightly around Yaz’s and Ryan’s hands respectfully. They dragged you through the crowds and you were quite thankful for their presence. The crowds seemed to double in both number and fear, it reminded you of when The Doctor took you to see the running of the bulls in Spain. 

One side of the crowd surged, curving into an alleyway, and dragging Yaz away from you and Ryan. Your hands were roughly ripped apart. Graham, who was also dragged with that moving crowd, cried out for Ryan to keep you safe and to stay together while he went to search for Yaz. Neither you nor Ryan remembered where The TARDIS was located. The crowds and screaming and running made it even more impossible for the two of you to recognize any possible indicators that both of you were headed in the right direction. Another wave of scared people surged, dragging you away from Ryan, brutally ripping your hands apart. You both screamed to each other and screamed at the crowds to stop, but it didn't help. You continued to be pulled away from your friends and into the moving currents of the ever-shifting crowds. 

Eventually, they died out, leaving you alone in a dark alleyway, too dark for the daytime. You crept around anxiously, you had no idea if The Doctor had stopped the monster, it could have been anywhere, and you had no idea where any of your friends had been pulled to. You still tried to look for the TARDIS, even though you didn’t believe that The Doctor would park her anywhere near a dark and dingy ally like this one. 

The sound of a glass bottle skirting over cobbled streets distracted you from your search, causing you to turn around and look to where the noise came from. You thought it could be the monster. As soon as you did this, you regretted it. You felt a syringe plunge into your neck. The effects of which were practically instantaneous, making you so weak that your knees gave out and your vision became fuzzy. Someone caught you, even in your daze, you could tell that they were strong, as they picked you up bridal style and carried you with perfect ease. Your head hung limply over your capture’s arm and before your eyes finally closed due to heaviness, you saw the shadow of the individual carrying you. They were shorter compared to the momentous monster that attacked you and your friends and they were wearing a long coat and cuffed pants. If your hunch was correct, you knew exactly who was kidnapping you, giving you some semblance of relief that it wasn't some random person doing this.

It took you a while to actually come to, but in your anaesthetised sleep you had wonderful dreams. You didn’t know if that was just a side effect of the anaesthetic, but they were welcoming and calm, given the circumstances. Upon first waking up, you first felt how rigid your body was, it was clear that he tied you up, he tended to do that, so you weren't surprised, but that didn’t subtract from the fact that the combination of the sedative and rope ties made you incredibly sore. You groaned when you moved your neck from its hanging position, despite not wanting to encourage your kidnapper’s behaviour, you had to express your discomfort at the moment. When you opened your eyes, you saw him crouched at eye level before you, with gleaming amber eyes and a wide smile. He seemed genuinely happy, as he always did when he kidnapped you. 

The Master kept doing this. You’ve asked on many occasions why he felt the need to kidnap you. If he kidnapped you as a part of his latest plan to “destroy The Doctor”, you could understand his motivations, but he kidnapped you, seemingly, for fun. The two of you shared banter and jokes, more than you did with The Doctor if you were being honest. When The Master first kidnapped you, you were understandably angry and uncomfortable and scared. You were not present when The Fam met O or when they went to Gallifrey and fought the Lone Cyberman, but from what your friends and The Doctor described, The Master was someone to be feared. Which only caused confusion to plague your brain when he offered you tea and biscuits and even a spare room if you promised not to get into trouble in his TARDIS, as The Master’s torment, then, for his best enemy lasted longer than he imagined. That was many kidnappings ago, and you had taken him up on the offers of tea, biscuits, and a spare bedroom on many occasions. But with each new kidnapping, you were never able to get to the bottom of why The Master acted this way to you. You had your assumptions, sure, but you wanted to hear his reason.

“So why are you kidnapping me this time?” Disgruntled and tired from the sedative and the rope that wasn’t too tight around you, but still incredibly uncomfortable. 

“Why else would I kidnap one of The Doctor’s little pets? To torment her senselessly! It’s quite fun!” He leaned forward excitedly, almost bumping your nose with his. The Master always spoke very close to people’s faces, you thought that he thought that this act would make him more intimidating. It might have worked at first, but you were too used to it by now.

“I’m not her pet!” You growled at him, invading his space, as much as you could, given the ropes restraining you to the chair. You were more upset that he used a rougher rope this time compared to your anger over his comment. You were comfortable enough with yourself to not be hurt by The Master’s teasing.

“Oh, really now?” The Master moved back and eventually stood before you, making you look up to him. Sometimes you hated his childish dependence on power dynamics, you were frankly too tired, with the remains of the sedative still in your system, to care about said dynamics. You wanted a comfortable bed and rest, not rough ropes digging into your wrists and sides and ankles and The Master’s fragile ego.

“Yes.”

“Prove it.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t. You see, I have these ropes restraining my movements, so I won’t be able to punch you in the face. As you know, The Doctor abhors violence. I don’t think that the others would want to disobey her, but I don’t really have that much of a problem with rebelling against The Doctor’s quote-unquote wisdom” The Master burst into a fit of chauvinistic laughter.

“So, you’ll kill. Was not expecting that! Maybe The Doctor only keeps you around to change you, like how she constantly tries to disrupt my life and change me.”

“I never said I would kill. I’m not like you, so don’t compare me to you. And I’m not like The Doctor, or The Fam, or any of her other companions either, so don’t compare me to them. I’m me and I just won’t hesitate to protect myself when threatened.” The Master pretended to have not liked what he heard you say, but, quite the contrary, what you had just said was an example of one of the many reasons why he liked you. You weren’t like him. You weren’t like The Doctor. You weren’t like the other Humans that hopelessly followed The Doctor like lost puppies. You were something new. Someone new that completely enticed The Master to his core.

You had a fire of independence and a passion for justice that exceeded The Doctor’s. Where she had to try to be kind or nice, reminding herself with catchphrases and mantras, you never did. The Doctor often failed to register the fine line between justice and cruelty, you never did. Maybe that is why she, truly, kept you around, and why The Master really wanted you beside him. Keeping him from going to extremes like when he destroyed Gallifrey. The Master liked trouble, but he was growing a bit tired of constantly running away from all of the problems he caused with no sense of peace. Perhaps you could have been his peace, but he knew that the damage was done, and he had inflicted too much pain to be deserving of any peace. If he kept kidnapping you, he could still keep you safe and in his life, even if it wasn’t to the extent that he desired.

The Master turned, leaving your comment hanging in the air, and went to inspect something on his TARDIS monitor and leaving you to grapple with your thoughts. You weren’t exactly positive that you could hurt anyone, and you were afraid that he knew that. You wanted to protect people, protect peace and innocence. But you tried to think back to when you were left to fend for yourself in a dangerous situation, and you couldn’t locate a single memory. The Master had always been there, kidnapping you away from danger. You were thankful for that; you were quite privileged compared to The Doctor’s other companions who had to deal with fear and adrenaline and wounds and attacks and loss. You were always safe in The Master’s TARDIS with a substantial array of foods and blankets and warm drinks. But sometimes this made recurring system made you feel weak and inexperienced compared to your friends.

When you really thought about it, you understood how much The Master did for you. He clearly cared about you even though he would profusely deny it, and you couldn’t deny the fact that he was hypnotically attractive. If he was villainous, he wasn’t villainous to you. You saw how he possessed an aura of sadness like The Doctor, they were both so lonely, but The Doctor had companions. You wondered who The Master had, then you realised that he only had his TARDIS and you, if you counted the kidnappings, which you assumed that he did. When The Master thought you weren’t looking, you saw the sadness that pooled in his eyes and the soft touches he would give when controlling the console, almost apologetic for his outbursts. You saw how he was willing to be more vulnerable to you, at least by his standards of vulnerability.

After a long silence, briefly interrupted by TARDIS beeps and wheezing and The Master’s grumbles and mumbles about whatever was on his console monitor, you spoke up again.

“Really, what goes on in that dumb head of yours?”

“I am not dumb.” The Master grumbled, trying to fix something on his console monitor, whatever was on it was really troubling him. You would have asked him, but you preferred to taunt him.

“Yes, you are!” You spoke in a sing-songy voice, knowing that it would aggravate him even more. It worked, he finally turned back toward you.

“How, pray tell, and I dumb?” He crossed his arms in front of himself, leaning against the console. You preferred having his attention on you, and The Master preferred you trying to get his attention compared to the alarms on the console monitor distracting him from the kidnapping.

“Because, if you wanted to go out on a date with me, this badly, you could have just asked.” 

The Master’s mouth fell open slightly. He knew that you were smart and observant, but he thought that he was being discreet. He quickly regained composure, though, smirking cheekily and trying to ignore his growing vulnerability. He needed to take back the power in the situation. But you just stared right back, not giving in to the power of his eyes. You swore that he was trying to hypnotise you into submission, to make you forget your allegation, but you fought back against him every time The Master’s telepathic force poked your mind.

He continued to stare at you, slightly uncomfortable that you kept standing up against him instead of quivering and flustering before him, but he knew that if you did that, The Master wouldn’t like you as much as he did. His eyes bored into yours, trying to intimidate you, intensifying his gaze and his hypnotism, but you refused to back down and submit. You saw The Master’s eyes grow slightly warmer before he quickly turned back toward The TARDIS, his shoulders tensed. He gripped his console and eyed the monitor. He spoke again, after a strained silence, still agitated.

“I’m growing tired of you. You will find that ridiculous blue box you travel in just around the street corner.” The Master flicked a few switches, causing the ropes that held you tightly against the chair to drop, and at the snap of his fingers, The TARDIS doors opened instantaneously. 

“Now run along to The Doctor before I decide to keep you locked in here forever.” You slowly got up and walked to the doors, still stiff from the binding. Before you exited The Master’s ship, you turned to get one last glimpse of the strange Time Lord. 

“You know, if you were to, hypothetically, ask me out on a date… I wouldn’t say no.” You leaned against The TARDIS, and she gave a reassuring hum above you. You weren’t quite sure, though, if it was because of your comment or the sudden physical act.

“Why?” The Master was questioning and hopeful, with an aura of playfulness in his tone. You shrugged in a way to indicate subtleness, but only to disguise your intense feelings for the man before you.

“I don’t know. You don’t seem as bad as the others say you are. At least, not to me.”

“As you pointed out, I kidnap you constantly.” The Master couldn’t help but smile at your innocence and naivety. He could not understand how you could still see him as someone decent, despite all of his evil acts.

“Yeah, but it’s always a part of a scheme to kill The Doctor and her Fam, while I am safe and tucked away in your ship far away from any danger, or it’s right before The Doctor is about to get us into a dangerous situation when I’m stolen away by you. I would put money on the fact that right after you took me, the monster attacked The Fam, and you kept looking at the monitor to check and see whether or not the threat was gone.” The Master didn’t say anything, only smiled bittersweetly at you, after you smiled and waved him goodbye. The Master snapped his fingers again, closing the doors when you fully exited his TARDIS, and mumbled a soft “Until we meet again, Y/n,” under his breath.   

The Master watched you leave on the console room monitor, when you returned to The Doctor, he flew off to drift amongst the stars in order to plan for his next kidnapping of you. But when coordinates randomly appeared on the data screen of the console, he grew distracted from his task. He thought that maybe he deserved a break from torturing himself by dangling something he could never have before him, maybe he deserved a little trouble at the moment. The Master, strangely, did not know the place the coordinates sent him to, but the message was sent from an old partner in a small overthrow of a corrupt dictator he participated in. The partner had thanked The Master profusely, but he was only in it for the money and to see the dictator, who angered The Master at a banquet, finally and horrifically murdered.

The Master freshened up a bit and followed the coordinates to the meeting place. He strolled out of his TARDIS, confident and excited about a new evil scheme. However, The Master’s face fell in disappointment when he saw The Doctor leaning against her ridiculous blue box. The Master grumbled and rolled his eyes, quickly turning back to his ship. He was not in the mood for another lecture from The Doctor, he had experienced too many of them in his life.

“Why do you keep kidnapping Y/n?” The Doctor’s question caused The Master to halt. Even though he wanted to just fly away and leave The Doctor questioning his actions, he couldn’t resist talking about you, but he couldn't allow his best enemy to know the truth. He marched up to The Doctor, trying to be threatening.

“Because seeing the look of fear in your eyes, Doctor brings joy to my very dark life.” The Master turned to leave, again, even more annoyed with The Doctor’s interference.

“Are you sure that it's my pain bringing you joy? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like Y/n is the one sparking joy in your dark life.” The Master froze in shock. He thought that there was no way for The Doctor to know his true feelings for you. He assumed that The Doctor was too dim to catch on to his, admittedly, uncharacteristic behaviour. He knew that you would never tell her of the feeling you, correctly, presumed he had for you. He knew that you found the banter quite fun and that you enjoyed his company, as he did for you. If you didn’t, you would be kicking and screaming in duress during every encounter, but the two of you were always polite and cordial. How did The Doctor find out about how he felt for you?

“I have no idea what you are referring to, Doctor. I think your mind is growing emotional due to extended time around Humans. Have your pets been making you watch rom-coms?”

“Oh, just admit it, Master. You like Y/n. I know for a fact that they like you, too.” The Master stayed facing his TARDIS, he did not want The Doctor to see his pleased face, but his happiness faded when he realised that the two of you could never be together. For so many reasons it was impossible. He thought that it was simpler to break your heart now than to wait for one of his enemies to kill you or for you to die of old age while he remains young. The Master’s anger was boiling up inside of him. All he wanted was you, but everything would be so difficult if you and The Master actually became a couple. 

“Don’t you understand?! Oh! What am I saying?! Of course, you don’t understand!” His rage fully took over him as he turned back to The Doctor.

“Understand what?” The Master just wished his best enemy would drop the subject.

“Y/n can never live with me on my TARDIS, they can never be my companion, and they can never love me! It’s a big enough risk for me to love them! All of the damage I caused, all of the people I’ve killed whose families want to take revenge on me, all of the people who want to see me dead, they will go after Y/n, they will hurt and kill them, just to get to me. I can never allow that! You take so many risks with your pets, Doctor, but I refuse to put Y/n in that much danger. So, I will remain their strange protector, keeping them away from the danger you threaten to put them through.” The Master gave up trying to explain his position to The Doctor, massaging his brow with his hand.

Throughout this discourse the two Gallifreyans had, they had moved and circled each other. The Doctor had allowed you to listen in on the entire conversation via her TARDIS’s listening devices and instructed you to exit her ship when she indicated. After The Master had made his declaration of the love you wanted to exit then and run to him, but stopped at the doors, watching the scene briefly. You thought that The Master was going to attempt to explain himself further, but stopped himself multiple times, he suddenly surged back towards his TARDIS. This time he was fully intent on leaving and never coming back. You rushed out of the doors, The Doctor’s TARDIS making no attempt to stop you, as you ran to The Master and desperately wrapped your arms around his torso, you could feel him tense in your arms, but he knew it was you holding him. It broke his hearts at the thought that he would have to turn you down to your face instead of just running away forever. You couldn’t see The Master’s face, but you assumed that he was regretting following the coordinates. He eventually relaxed, but softly placed his hands on your arms and pushed them away from his body. 

“I can’t. I can’t do this to you.” The Master refused to face you, still walking determinedly to his TARDIS.

“I would be allowing you to sign your own death certificate. I can’t let you kill yourself for me. I am an incredibly selfish person, but I refuse to let the only light of my life perish because of my wants.” 

You grabbed The Master’s hand forcefully, stopping him from moving. You tried to turn him around to face you, but he stood as still as a statue. You elected to move to his side, resting your chin on his shoulder. You still clasped your hands tightly around his one. You wanted to make this conversation as private as you possibly could. You knew that The Doctor was still overseeing this encounter and you could see The Master’s agitation and uncomfortableness at being so vulnerable.

“I want this. I want you, Master.” He finally looked at you, his eyes big and round and sad, tears were dangerously threatening to spill out and cascade down his face.

“I can’t. I can’t. I would be killing you. I would corrupt you. My selfishness will bring your end before it was ever supposed to happen, all because I want someone to love me.” 

The Master continued to mutter self-deprecating comments about how what the two of you could have together was impossible to actualize. You hated seeing him like this. You understood that he had thousands of years of past trauma plaguing him and he should have the opportunity to be open, but in this situation, when you knew that you could ease his pain and he refused to listen to you, all you wanted was to slap his self-depreciation out of him. 

You abruptly tore your hands from his and cupped his face, planting a soft kiss on his lips. You moved to pull away, as you had an important statement to make to The Master, but he quickly placed a firm hand on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You ventured to think how awkward The Doctor must be feeling at this sight. The Master must have been able to see into your mind because as soon as you thought of The Doctor, he increased his attack on your lips. The two of you parted when you needed to catch your breath. You rested your forehead against his as he caressed your face with care and reverence, occasionally running his hands through your hair affectionately.

“Master, I know that you believe that you are doing your best to protect me right now, but from my perspective, I know that you would never have gotten involved with me if you had any doubt about whether or not we would make it out together. I know that you do what you do in order to protect me, as you did today. I know that you will care for me. And I know that you will find a way to combat my human biology and lifespan, so we can spend more time together. I believe in you. I believe that you love me. Now you just need to believe me and believe in my love for you.” 

You tried to look him in the eye, but he skirted your gaze, electing to close his eyes in an act to engrave your words into his memory. He pulled you into a bone-crushing hug suddenly, one arm pulling your torso tight against his, the other wrapped around the back of your neck. Your nose rested between the collar of his purple coat and his neck, and you breathed in his scent of warm smoke and cold mint, a juxtaposition that was very him. You didn’t know if this was the last moment you would ever see him this intimately or ever again and you wanted to remember every nuance in his character that you were allowed the privilege of knowing. 

The Master thought long and hard about his possible relationship with you, ever since he noticed his growing feelings for you. He wondered if pursuing you was worth it, given that you were Human and he was a Time Lord, but you were keen and knowledgeable of The Master’s ways. As soon as he saw you, he began drawing up possible plans for extending your life. He had been so wrapped up in his mind about all of the futures the two of you could live, and now he had the opportunity to live out some of those futures. He believed you. He believed your love. Despite how shocked he was about his feelings for you and yours for him, from this moment forward he refused to live without your love and support. He eventually pulled back, still holding you tightly. You couldn’t read his face and grew even more fearful that you would never see him again.

“Please don’t leave me, Master.” You tried to hold him tighter, in an act to plead for your future with The Master, but he pulled your hands away from his body to hold them in his hands.

“As long as you don’t leave me, Y/n.” The Master’s face broke into a genuinely happy smile when he saw the relief that spread across your face. You hugged him again, and he picked you up and spun you around a couple of times. The both of you giggled excitedly. 

“I guess it's a good thing I made you pack before this then.” The Doctor spoke up when you and The Master separated. Both of you had entirely forgotten that The Doctor was there watching your confessions of love. 

The Doctor was fully supportive of your budding relationship with The Master. She helped the two of you move your suitcases and boxes of souvenirs into The Master’s TARDIS and gave you an emotional goodbye, along with a goodbye to The Fam, and a promise to call and text frequently. Once settled and happy in your new home, all you could do was smile until your face hurt and hug The Master. Both he and you were too excited about the future and your love for the Time Lord to fully comprehend the risks of your new relationship. But at this moment of bliss, the risks were worth it.

Hi! I accidentally deleted the original request because I was trying to fix my Tumblr.

But anyway, thank you so much for this request! I made two versions. One is a softer fic, and the other is darker and more possessive.

I hope that you enjoy them!

Softer Version - Get Some Rest, Love - 11 November 2022

Darker Version - Trust In Me - 12 November 2022

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I tend to write more fluff than smut. 

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Everyone’s life experiences are different. 

I might have different symptoms or habits when it comes to neurodivergencies and mental illnesses and just life. 

Some aspects of my fics are going to be rooted in my life experiences no matter how much research I do.

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Edited 28 September 2024

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Trust In Me

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master kidnaps The Reader away from The Doctor in order to get The Reader to love him. But The Master’s plans are halted when The Reader refuses to not only interact with him but also sleep.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Master hypnotises the reader without their consent, The Master being possessive, kidnapping, darker fic, (tell me if there are other warnings that I should add)

Word Count - 1421

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! I’ll link the softer version of this request here if you would like to read that version.

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The Master loved you. He was obsessed with you. You were his and he was yours. He just didn’t know why he had these feelings for you. You were a Human! The Master would outlive you 100 times over and still have a long life ahead of himself. But he loved you, so suffering in your absence seemed like a minor inconvenience as long as The Master was granted the joy of spending one lifetime with you.

There was only one problem with the situation The Master found himself in: you hated The Master. The Master had killed a close friend of yours while he was disguising himself as O. The Master did try to make you understand his mindset, he would never have killed a friend of yours if he had known that they were your friend, but he didn’t know that at the time of their death. So, your friend was fair game. 

Your hatred for The Master seemed to increase with all the time you were spending with The Doctor. She was poisoning your mind! The Master had to help you, get you away from The Doctor’s toxic lies. Maybe The Master could finally make you see that he was who you should trust? He was the one you should be travelling with. He loved you more than anything. He deserved to travel with you compared to The Doctor who just saw you as a new pet. The Master had to make you see the truth.

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The Master had kidnapped you five days ago, and you hated every second of your time with him. He was always around you, asking you constant questions about how you were feeling in your new home. He would loom over you, lean in too close to your face and always stare at your lips. You were disgusted by his audacity. All of this combined with The Master demeaning The Doctor at every chance, you were becoming infuriated. You were waiting, desperately, for the moment when The Doctor would burst through The Master’s TARDIS doors, or her TARDIS to materialise in The Master’s console room. Either way, The Doctor would have saved you and you would no longer be trapped within the walls of The Master’s TARDIS. 

Tonight was difficult for you. You couldn’t stop thinking of what your future would be. Would The Doctor actually save you? Would you be stuck with The Master forever? What would he do if you didn’t give in to his affections? You couldn’t sleep, like many nights before while you were here in The Master’s TARDIS, and you were becoming restless. So, you walked to the kitchen in order to get something to eat and distract your mind from your kidnapping.

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“What are you doing up?” The Master burst through the kitchen, startling you. You had no idea how long you had been in the kitchen, arguing with The Master in your head, but by his upset tone, it must have been a while. 

The Master stalked toward you. He was trying to be mysterious and alluring, hoping that you would find it attractive, but he just ended up appearing menacing. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” You said while mumbling into your hot drink to avoid his intense eyes.

“Why? You have everything you could ever want.”

“Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you kidnapped me.” 

The Master huffed and turned to face away from you. He pinched the bridge of his nose while trying to come up with something that might impress you. No ideas come to his mind. He wanted you to love him so badly that he was getting emotional and not able to think properly. Maybe if he distracted you for a bit, he could come up with something brilliant.

“Let’s play a game, then.” The Master turned back around to you with open, exasperated arms. 

“A game? You don’t seem like the type to play games.”

“Maybe if you took the opportunity to get to know me, you would find out what type of person I am.” The Master leaned on the table and loomed over you. He was smirking hopefully, but you were too tired to deal with his assumptions right now.

“I don’t want to get to know you.”

“Is that you talking or The Doctor?” Somehow, The Master leaned in even closer to you. To appear nonchalant, The Master stirred your drink with the spoon you lazily kept in it, before returning to stare at your eyes and lips.

“Me. It’s me talking. Believe it or not, I have a brain that isn’t controlled by The Doctor.” 

The Master sneered. He believed you, of course, you didn’t sound like The Doctor like all of her other companions did. However, The Master latched onto the word control. He couldn’t help but imagine you being dependent upon him. Not necessarily 24/7 once you got used to being with The Master, but more so in the bedroom. The Master wanted to control you, completely destroy you with pleasure, and make you want no one else but him. But he would have to work to get you to like him first.

“Maybe you should tell The Doctor that then. She has been speaking for you.”

“You’ve talked to her.” You had been trying to avoid The Master’s gaze during this interaction, you weren’t exactly comfortable with the way he looked at you, so you tended to avoid looking at him entirely. However, when The Master mentioned The Doctor’s communications, you jolted your gaze up to look at The Master in excitement. The Master immediately realized his mistake. He just gave you hope of being saved. That was never going to happen; The Master knew that he better kill your hope in The Doctor now before you get too hurt.

“Before this. She hasn’t contacted me since I collected you, love.”

“Collected? You mean kidnapped. And I don’t believe you.”

“You should. It’s the truth.” A half-truth. The Master ignored every message he received. So even though The Doctor definitely tried to get in contact, The Master never saw said messages.

“Anyway, our game!” The Master needed to distract you and let you get some sleep before he made you love him.

“What game did you have in mind?”

“A staring contest.”

“Why?”

“You said that you weren’t tired. Prove it.” The Master cocked his head to the side and inspected your face: dark circles, burst blood vessels in your eyes, dry skin and messy hair. How did he let you get this bad? He needed to take better care of you.

“Fine! I’ll play your little game.” You finally agreed, too tired to argue. The Master ignored the bitterness in your comment and sat across from you.

When the two of you started the game, you realised that you had never looked The Master in the eye before. You thought you had, even though you knew that you hated looking him in the eye, but it was obvious to you now that you had never seen the beauty that was The Master’s eyes. His eyes were truly beautiful; a warm amber with dark coffee rings surrounding the outside of his iris. They almost remind you of a supernova; they were just so awe-inspiring. You couldn’t stop looking at The Master’s eyes and you felt yourself being drawn closer to him somehow.

“When did you get so close?” You blinked a couple of times trying to figure out when the two of you repositioned yourself in this way.

“I’ve always been this close, don’t you remember?” You shook your head and continued to blink many times in an attempt to blink away the sleepy feeling taking over you.

“Keep looking at me, love. You want to finish our game, don’t you?” The Master grabbed your chin to make you face him again. After he repositioned your face, he kept his hand on your cheek and rubbed his thumb soothingly in circles around your temple.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good Human.” You stared into The Master’s mesmerizing eyes until your eyes fully closed, feeling incredibly heavy. You felt yourself wobble for a moment before letting sleep finally take over. You fell onto The Master’s shoulder and The Master quickly scooped you up into his strong arms.

Maybe The Master hadn’t been the best master he could be to you. So, The Master dropped you off in his room to sleep off his hypnotism and began to enact his plan to woo you properly.

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