You Made Me Cry For A Monster Made Of Snot, And I Will Never Forgive You.

An Afternoon With Tea And Books

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader goes to find The Doctor in his private library as he often loses track of time when absorbed in a book.

Warnings - some suggestive material

Word Count - 1156

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I just wanted to write something small in order to get back into writing. I hope that you enjoy!

--------------------------------------------------------------

The Doctor had been isolating himself in his private library for hours now, resulting in you not seeing him all day. You didn’t think that he meant anything by it. He was probably just lost in his mind and the books he would be devouring. But you missed him and his presence. You wanted to see him. You needed to see him. In your mind, the two of you didn’t need to do anything special, you were happy to just cuddle and read beside The Doctor in his library. You didn’t need a wild adventure, even though The Doctor would be very happy to take you wherever you wanted. You could wait any longer for him to walk out of his study and ask about your day. You just needed to see him now. Half a day was too long to spend away from your Doctor.

So, you finally convinced yourself that you wouldn’t be bothering The Doctor too much and travelled through the halls of The TARDIS until you reached The Doctor’s study. You entered the room quietly, even though there was no need. The Doctor was still completely engrossed in the book he was reading and would not be distracted anytime soon. Then you entered The Doctor’s private kitchen in order to prepare two cups of tea (The Doctor’s was filled to the brim with sugar cubes) before finally making your way to where The Doctor was longing on the sofa of his private library.

“You’re up!” The Doctor exclaimed after doing a double take upon seeing you entering the room. You nodded contently. You were just happy to be in his presence again after a long day apart. You barely even noticed his frantic state.

“I promised to wake you up with breakfast in bed, though.” You tried, for The Doctor’s sake, to not make a disgusted face at the thought of The Doctor’s cooking, but you didn’t know if you were successful. The Doctor’s baking was out of this world, pun intended, but his cooking was less than to be desired. 

“You can wake me up in bed another morning, Doctor.” You set down the two cups of tea on a small nearby table.

“But I wanted to greet you in the morning today. I have been lacking as a partner, lately, and I guess this just proves it doesn’t it?” The Doctor pouted and slouched against the couch.

“No, Doctor, it doesn’t. You are a perfect partner.” You brushed a bit of The Doctor’s hair that fell across his face.

“And you made me tea.” The Doctor whined, completely ignoring your statement and trying to avoid your affections in order to prove his point.

“With all of the sugar!” You chirped, recounting the alarming amount of sugar you dumped into The Doctor’s mug.

“See! You are better at this than I am. Are you sure that you wouldn’t rather have a relationship with a Human?”

“Absolutely not!” The Doctor sighed unconvinced. You grabbed The Doctor’s book, delicately because he once became very upset over your handling of a book, closed it, and placed it on the table by the cups. You then crawled onto The Doctor’s lap and placed your hands on either side of his face. The Doctor wanted to continue to pout but he couldn’t ignore your presence even if he tried. So, he placed his hands on your thighs and ran his fingers over the side seams of your trousers every so often.

“I don’t want anyone else. I only want you. Understand?” The Doctor nodded into your hands, though he still appeared to have a bit of sadness locked in the corners of his eyes.

“Good. Now no pouting, Doctor. I’m not going anywhere.” You sent The Doctor a cheeky wink, causing him to fluster, while handing him his cup of sugary tea.

“Well, what time is it now? Earth time, I mean. So, I can make it up to you.” The Doctor moaned a hearty hum upon sipping his tea. Given how you were straddling him, his pleased hum rumbled through your core, making your want for him so much needier and more intense.

“Around three in the afternoon.” You only responded when The Doctor looked up from his tea to your eyes, his observation of you finally brought you out of all of the fantasy rushing through your brain.

“What!” The Doctor wanted to jump up from his seat, but both you and his rather full cup of tea were not allowing him that escape.

“Doctor?”

“I’ve been ignoring you all day because of a stupid book!” The Doctor took quite a large gulp of tea, solely so he would be able to gesture with his hands wildly again.

“I thought that you really wanted to read that book?”

“Well, yes, but you are far more interesting and important.” You smiled. The Doctor was adorable, that was obvious. Though you would argue that he was even more adorable when he was pouting about not spending enough time with you. At least you weren’t the only needy one in this relationship.

“You can just make up for it by paying attention to me now.” The Doctor gulped, his eyes flicking back to yours nervously. His gaze then shifted down to your lips before quickly returning to your eyes. As if you didn’t notice.

“Gladly, but in what way?” The Doctor wasn’t desperate, he would only do anything if you were ready and consenting. So, he would follow your lead.

“Well, you really want to finish your book and we have two cooling cups of tea that we have to drink. Why don’t you read to me while we cuddle? Then we can think of something else to do later.”

“The book is in Gallifreyian.”

“As long as you are reading, I am sure that I will be entertained. Now shift over.” The Doctor awkwardly did so, allowing you to lay beside him on the couch, though he did almost spill his tea all over his chest. 

The Doctor missed the weight of you on top of him, straddling him, but feeling you wrap yourself around his side and lay your head over his hearts was a close second if he were to categorise the best feelings in the Universe. The Doctor smiled at you and then placed a soft and overly sentimental kiss on your forehead before exchanging his cup of sugary tea for his book. 

The Doctor asked if you were ready and once you told him that you were, he began to read. He was not concentrating on a single word he was saying, however. The Doctor was far too distracted by you to fully concentrate. Your body weight, your heat, your smell, just you and your presence beside him were too all-consuming to think straight. Thankfully, you couldn’t later question him on the content of the book because he would be completely clueless.

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

I feel my teenage Supernatural hyperfixation returning with a vengeance.

Hello! So happy to see a new fic blog, especially one that has fics for the Master! May I request a fluffy Dhawan!Master x reader in which the reader is the doctor’s companion but doesn’t want to admit she’s in love with the Master? And you can choose the circumstances, but maybe the master “captures” and hypnotizes her in front of the fam and she accidentally reveals it? Thank you so much! I loved “warmth” a lot. 🥰🥰🥰♥️♥️♥️

Thank you so much! I absolutely loved this request as I was already planning on writing something along these lines. I couldn’t find a way to get the hypnotism to work but everything else is there so I hope you enjoy!

Well Kept Secrets

Pairing: Dhawan!Master x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2800

Summary: (what the ask says)

For: @agentmalfoy24601

Warnings: None

You really hadn’t meant to fall for The Master, but intention never seemed to stop anyone when it came to falling in love.

When you first met him, as O, you weren’t quite sure what to think. He was a bit strange, but still sweet - and while he wasn’t your type, you couldn’t deny that he was very attractive. However, there were a few moments when you would look at O and see someone else, and that person interested you. Looking back now, you knew that you had seen his persona slip, even if just for a second, and that had been what had drawn you to him.

When he had revealed himself on the plane it had only drawn you in more. Of course, you had been terrified in the life or death situation, but you had also felt a buzz of excitement and intrigue. If he hadn’t have left you to die on that plane, you know that there was a chance you would have gone with him.

Then The Doctor had sent him off to the Kasaarvin’s dimension and you had lost hope of ever seeing him again, only for him to show up two weeks later.

The Doctor had taken you all to some market planet, given you a credit stick and told you to go off and explore. Originally, you had been wandering around with Graham, but then you had gotten sidetracked and lost sight of him. You had also lost sight of anything else that you recognised so you had started to amble around in hopes of finding someone or something to help.

At first, you hadn’t even seen The Master, so focused on your surroundings that you almost walked right into him, and you barely understood what was happening when he grabbed your arm and dragged you down a quiet side alley.

When you had finally recognised who he was and what had happened, you had been to shocked to stutter out a full sentence. That had caused him to smirk and cockily ask if he was the only one who could leave you speechless, which only made you more flustered.

Once you had finally managed to compose yourself you asked how he was alive, a question that he had ignored in favour of pushing you up against the closest wall and kissing you. It took your brain a few seconds to catch up with the fact that he was actually kissing you before you started to kiss back. Then he had swiftly broken off the kiss and told you that he’d be seeing you, before walking out of the alleyway and back into the bustling streets.

By the time you had finally made it back to the rest of the group, you had managed to get your brain back to its normal working order. Though, when your friends asked you where you had been you told them you simply told them that you had gotten lost after spotting something interesting, resolving not to bring up The Master at all.

True to his promise, he had shown up again about a week after that, kissing you senseless yet again and leaving with little explanation.

After this happened a few times, always when you got separated from the group, you started to have proper conversations with each other. A first they were only about whatever trouble he had caused on the planet to distract The Doctor with, but soon you had started to talk to each other more and more about your lives. He wasn’t as stingy on details as The Doctor was, but you could tell he was still keeping quite a bit of information from you.

Then he started showing up at your apartment, which was a little bit concerning, but he always knocked rather than just bursting in like you knew The Doctor would, so you didn’t really mind. Soon enough your relationship had changed from just meeting up and making out for five minutes, to meeting up and talking for a few hours. Though it was slow, you felt yourself start to fall in love with this strange alien man.

Of course, this caused a lot of internal conflict, especially considering you were still travelling with The Doctor and the rest of the fam. You knew that they were your friends - practically a second family at this point - but you feared that if they ever found out about your relationship with The Master you would loose them. So you kept quiet and tried to pretend that you weren’t secretly dating the man who had tried to kill you all. Every time the two of you met up on one of your trips with The Doctor was both exhilarating and frightening, and while you loved seeing him all the time you were always worried that one of your friends would catch you with him.

When The Master invited you to travel with him instead of The Doctor several months into your relationship, you didn’t quite know what to say. You knew that you loved him, but you had never been able to say it aloud, and you weren’t even sure if he loved you back. As well, it wasn’t like you didn’t like travelling with The Doctor and the fam; it was brilliant, even if you did end up running for your life on most adventures, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to leave them just yet.

Unfortunately, you had taken too long to give The Master an answer, and he ended up storming off without stopping when you cried out his name, not caring to listen to any explanation you had to give.

That had been a month ago and you hadn’t heard a word from him since, which had only upset and worried you. Even if you weren’t ready to travel with him then, you had hoped that you could still be in a relationship with him. You knew that your friends had noticed your mood, and they had all tried to talk to you about it, but you reassured them that you were okay and didn’t say anything more.

————

Now you were on another adventure with your friends, using it again to distract yourself from debating whether you and The Master had broken up or whether he was going to randomly show up and pretend that nothing happened. The planet that you had landed on was overrun with nature, and the ruins of whatever civilisation had been there previously were barely noticeable.

Somehow The Doctor had managed to find a very large cathedral-like building that was still mostly in tact, which was what you were currently exploring.

Without any warning you were grabbed from behind and pulled into someone’s tight grip, causing you to yelp and try to struggle away. Then you noticed who exactly had a hold of you and you stopped struggling as much, making a conscious effort to not relax completely into the hold that you had gotten so used to after the last few month.

Your friends had turned around at the noises and their faces were now a mix of anger and concern, glaring at The Master.

“Let her go.” The Doctor told him, her tone indicating her worry.

“Well, I would, but I think (y/n) is quite comfortable in my arms Doctor.” He spat his response at her, tightening his grip further, but still making sure not to hurt you.

You were trying to resist looking up at him, because you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide the love that your expression would hold.

“No, you’re scaring her, now let her go and I might consider giving you whatever you’ve come here for.”

In your chest your heartbeat had started to pick up speed, you could see that The Master was trying to let onto your friends about your relationship, and you only hoped that he wouldn’t actually say anything.

“Hmm, seems I know your companion better than you.” At this comment you finally looked at him, hoping that he would see the look in your eyes and just walk away without saying anything.

He didn’t look down at you though, and just stayed glaring at The Doctor.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The Doctor was starting to sound irritated, but there was a hint of fear in her voice as well.

Still trying to stop him from revealing your relationship, you squeezed his hand and tried to get his attention. Unfortunately, he continued to ignore you, and you started to feel much more anxious.

The Master let out a hysteric sounding laugh at The Doctor’s question, and it wasn’t anything like the soft laugh you had grown used to. Though you hated to admit it, he was starting to scare you.

“You don’t even have a clue of what I’m talking about.”

Looking back at the four of them to gauge their reactions, you could see that Yaz and The Doctor were very close to piecing it all together, and Ryan and Graham wouldn’t be too far behind. Instinctively, you pressed further into The Master’s hold, trying to feel some semblance of comfort or safety. Obviously he knew what you were trying to do, he had gotten used to you snuggling close to him whenever you watched a scary movie or had a nightmare, and, either consciously or unconsciously, he started to stroke the back of your hand with his thumb.

“No…” The Doctor’s gasp could barely be heard, but it still caused your gaze to fall to the floor in shame.

You knew that you probably shouldn’t love him, but you did, and now you were going to face the consequences. All you hoped is that after loosing your friends, you wouldn’t loose The Master too.

“Yes.” The Master replied gleefully.

“You can’t- you must have hypnotised (y/n)! She wouldn’t willingly enter a relationship with you.”

“Well, clearly she would, because she did. I haven’t hypnotised her, or threatened her, or drugged her. (Y/n) is with me by choice.” The Master was very clearly pissed off at the implementation that he would do anything to injure you.

Honestly, you were slightly annoyed at it too, the only time he had ever come close to harming you had been on Barton’s plane, and you had gotten out of that alright in the end. You squeezed his hand for comfort again, and this time he squeezed back, calming you down slightly.

“Stop playing games and give (y/n) back.” The Doctor’s voice sounded almost dangerous now, and you were starting to worry for both your safety and The Master’s.

However, The Master seemed unfazed as he ignored her and continued to hold you, “You know it’s true, I can see it in your eyes, but if you’re still having trouble believing it then why don’t you just ask (y/n)?”

Of course he would put you on the spot, you had known him long enough to realise that this whole setup was coming from a place of vulnerability. He was worried that you were going to leave him, that you didn’t care for him anymore, and instead of talking to you about it he was lashing out. It was something that you had been trying to work on with him, but after your hesitation to answer his proposal of travelling with him, he had jumped to conclusions and this was the result.

The silence after he had told The Doctor to question was so deafening that you swore your frantic heartbeat was echoing around the abandoned building. You forced yourself to look up, to look at The Doctor in the eye, and it seemed to be the push she needed.

“(Y/n)?” She didn’t need to ask the question, it was already hanging in the air.

“I chose to be in a relationship with him, he didn’t force me into it.” And then, much quieter, you added on, “I love him.”

Part of you had hoped that no one would have heard what you said, but the room you were in had been dead silent. The Master’s grip on you relaxed in shock, holding you as though you were fragile enough that you could shatter like glass. You tilted your head towards him so you could see his reaction, still slightly worried that he wouldn’t reciprocate.

He seemed to be staring down at you with awe and love, and you couldn’t quite believe that he was looking at you like that.

“You love me?” He asked you, his voice impossibly soft.

You simply nodded in response, unable to form any words. The Master bought one of his hands up to cup your face lightly, as though he was still afraid of breaking you.

“I love you too.” He was almost whispering when he said it but a smile immediately formed on your face.

He leant in to kiss you and you kissed him back eagerly. Unfortunately the kiss was cut short by a not so subtle cough from the direction of your friends.

Still comfortably in The Master’s hold, you turned to face your friends again, feeling your face heating up as you blushed.

“Okay, am I the only one who’s really confused?” Ryan asked, looking around at the rest of your friends for confirmation.

He got a chorus of ‘no’s’ in response and if it wasn’t such a strange situation you might have laughed.

“Yeah, how come you’re in love with the guy who tried to kill us? Cause I feel like I’ve missed a lot.” Graham asked, as clueless as he usually was.

“I’m pretty sure that (y/n) has been secretly dating The Master.” Yaz piped up, and you were slightly glad that she had answered for you.

“Yeah that’s basically the gist of it.” You laughed awkwardly, yet again squeezing The Master’s hand for comfort.

They seemed to mull over this for a few minutes, before The Doctor finally spoke up again.

“(Y/n), are you sure that you want to be with him?” She asked you, and for once it was a question that you could answer easily.

“Yes, I am.” You smiled at her, and you knew that The Master was probably smiling at you.

“Then I suppose I can’t do anything to stop you from loving him.” Then she turned her focus to The Master, “but if you hurt her expect serious consequences!”

He rolled his eyes, “I wouldn’t expect anything less, but I won’t hurt them.”

The Doctor and your other friends then proceeded to interrogate the two of you (though they were mainly focused on The Master) about your relationship. Even if it was slightly annoying, you appreciated their concern and protectiveness over you. During the ordeal The Master constantly acted as though he was extremely annoyed and offended at their interrogation, though you could tell that he was glad you had such good friends - even if one of them was his best enemy.

Eventually the six of you made it back to the two TARDISes, and you all paused outside. He hadn’t bought up the question of whether you would join him in his TARDIS since the first time, and you were still slightly worried that you had missed your opportunity.

Then he turned to you, still holding on of your hands even though you were no longer in his hold, “Want to travel with me?”

He asked with such hope in his expression that you felt your heart melt, even after you had rejected him the first time he was still holding out hope.

A wide grin formed on your face and you nodded, “I’d love to.”

He grinned back and pulled you in for another kiss, much to the disgust of your friends.

The next thirty minutes were spent packing up your possessions and moving them from The Doctor’s TARDIS to The Master’s. That was then followed by teary hugs as you said goodbye to your friends and made promises to call and meet up with them whenever you were all on Earth at the same time. The Doctor made sure that you knew to call her if anything ever went wrong, promising that she’d be there immediately.

Despite the grief that you felt leaving your friends and that chapter of your life behind, you were eager to start travelling with The Master and to see how your relationship would develop. The Doctor, Graham, Ryan and Yaz had definitely become a second family to you, but you knew that this wasn’t going to be the last time you saw any of them.

Holding The Master’s hand, you let him pull you into his TARDIS as you waved goodbye to your friends, before turning around and beaming at him. As soon as the door was shut he pushed you up against it and kissed you senseless - reminding you very much of your first kiss with him.

“Where to first, love?” The Master asked as he brushed a stray piece of hair away from your face.

“Anywhere, as long as it’s by your side.”

Strings and Makeshift Patches

Frenchie x Reader

Summary - Just giving Frenchie a little kiss because he’s cute!

Based On This Request -

Warnings - not that I know of, this is pretty fluffy, a bit of making out towards the end

Word Count - 1355

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested. Pre-show. Mutual pining-ish. 

Inspired by Frenchie, our sewing king, and the little patches he has on his overshirt.

Thank you, lovely anon, for requesting! I hope you enjoy this!

Not my gif. All credits to the gif maker.

Frenchie sat cross legged atop the dining table. He was currently contorted in an uncomfortable looking position in order to sew patches over the holes in his faded and paint splotched periwinkle overshirt. He had accidentally ripped a couple of holes in it while transporting a crate of supplies from the storage compartment to the kitchen for Roach, and was determined to fix his overshirt himself instead of leaving it be. Frenchie looked adorable with his mouth pressed into a line in an act of concentration, but the position he was sitting in seemed impractical.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to sew up your shirt when you aren’t wearing it, too, Frenchie?” You asked while looking away briefly from the deck of cards you were playing with.

“Maybe, babe, but I can make sure I like the look of the patches like this.” You said that Frenchie’s thought process made sense, but you only meant that partially so. You still thought that Frenchie looked uncomfortable enough to make the act not worth it. But all in all, you tried to focus on Frenchie’s sewing instead of focusing on his use of the word “babe”. 

You had been aboard The Revenge for a couple of weeks now and throughout that time you had grown the closest to Frenchie out of all the people onboard. You noticed his usage of pet names for people, especially the people that he was closest to. So, you tried to not make a big deal out of Frenchie referring to you as ‘babe’ or ‘dear’ or any pet name of a similar vein. However, you couldn’t help but wish that Frenchie would call you a pet name in a romantic context.

“Oh no.” Frenchie exclaimed randomly.

“What? What’s wrong?” You questioned.

“I ran out of thread. I thought I grabbed enough but I might have been a bit over enthusiastic with the border.” He had been, but you chalked it up to Frenchie being attached to his overshirt and wanting to make it wearable for as long as possible.

“I can go grab some more for you.” Frenchie tried to stop you, saying that you didn’t have to do that for him. But you were already up and gone; going to find The Captain and his collection of sewing supplies. 

Your trip to The Captain’s quarters took longer than you had anticipated. You had hoped that Captain Stede Bonnet would have been on the deck with Mr. Buttons or in the kitchens with Roach requesting meal plans, but Stede was in his chambers having Lucius transcript his travels. After you interrupted his monologue to Lucius, Stede gladly gave you the materials you needed, but held you up by asking what you were needing the material for. You eventually left The Captain’s quarters with a short but sweet explanation, leaving Lucius silently pleading with you to make an excuse for him. Now, with what you needed at hand, you headed back to where Frenchie remained.

When you returned to the dining room of The Revenge, Frenchie was still sitting cross legged on top of the table. It looked as if he was counting the stitches he sewed into one of the patches. When he finally heard you enter the room, Frenchie smiled brightly up at you, his smile reaching his eyes. You happily handed the pirate the materials he had needed and thanked you. 

“Can you help me connect the two strings, pretty please?” You agreed and took the strings Frenchie had held out to you, one of which was still connected to his overshirt. You didn’t know if you were doing it right. You probably wouldn't have cared about proper sewing techniques if you were repairing your own clothing. But this was Frenchie’s overshirt and it had to be perfect. 

While you were concentrating on the thread and making sure it was secure, you didn’t notice Frenchie staring at you. He had liked you for a while now. Frenchie had been through a lot in his life. He didn’t know if he believed in love at first sight after everything he had seen, but Frenchie could recognize his deep and immediate attraction to you as soon as he saw you join the crew of The Revenge. He wanted to do something to make his feelings known, but he was worried about the outcome. Because of his status in society, his previous romantic connections and interests ended poorly, but he was a pirate now and anything goes at sea. So, he could rationalise that there was always the possibility of a positive outcome.

“There. I think I got it.” You stated as you finished securing the two strings together.

“Cheers, my dears.” Frenchie took the now connected strings from you. Yours and Frenchie’s hands brushing against each other momentarily, causing the two of you to let out a small gasp under your breast. You don’t know if the pirate heard you, but you definitely heard Frenchie’s gasp at the connection. You looked up from where Frenchie’s hands had touched yours to his face to see his staring at you longingly. Maybe he had heard you. 

You quickly sat back down in your seat and returned to playing with your deck of cards in order to avoid making eye contact with Frenchie. Frenchie eventually went back to sewing after a moment of gazing at the embarrassed look of your face. He definitely wanted to tell you how he felt now.

You could only think about how much you wished to make your own feelings known. Despite wanting to keep yourself from growing embarrassed again, you couldn’t help but look up at Frenchie when you thought that he wasn’t looking at you. Every once in a while, though, you would catch Frenchie looking over at you. Causing you to quickly return to idly pretending to be interested in your playing cards, or anything frankly in order to pretend that you weren’t just staring at your friend. Sooner than what you would have wished, though, Frenchie finished up sewing his overshirt. 

“So what are your plans now that you finished up your little project?”

“I don’t know. Write a couple of songs. Hang around. There’s not much to do, really.” Frenchie twirled a braid in his hair between his fingers, partially out of nervousness and partially out of need to make his hands useful. He desperately wanted to tell you how he felt now because he now assumed your reciprocation and that made him ecstatic.

“Yeah, The Captain's less prepared for sea than any of us.” You both joked around a bit about the non-piratey atmosphere of the ship for a bit, slightly diffusing the tension that had been in the air. You knew that you cared for Frenchie and he obviously cared about you otherwise the two of you wouldn’t have spent the past weeks getting to know each other. With the concentrated silence and back and forth looks over, you gained a bit of courage to finally make your feelings known.

“I have a thought on what we could do.”

“What would that be, babe?” Frenchie snapped his fingers, excited to hear what you had in mind. You got up from your seat and stood directly in front of where Frenchie was still sitting. You placed your hands on his shoulders, partially to steady yourself and ground your remaining nervousness. You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Frenchie’s lips. You lingered close to Frenchie’s face, close enough to bump his nose with yours before pulling back far enough to see Frenchie’s lovesick expression.

“Now, was that a friendly kiss or …something more?” Frenchie fiddled with his hair at the base of his neck, hopeful of your response.

“I would like it to be something more.”

“Good.” Frenchie stated definitively. He smirked and before you could do anything to stop him (not that you would have wanted to), Frenchie pulled you into him and smashed his lips against yours. Once you realised what was happening, you happily reciprocated, leading the two of you to passionately make out on top of the dining table.

Secret Date

Gomez!Master x Reader

Summary - Missy convinces the Reader to break into The Vault for their anniversary.

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

Warnings - The Reader having anxiety, hypnotism, pre-established consent for hypnotism, mentions of alcohol consumption

Word Count - 1062

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!

------------------------------------------------------------

You first met Missy on accident when she was working as a shopkeep in your town’s cosy little shopping centre. You, stupidly and distractedly, had left your bag in the restrooms and Missy kindly returned it to you before you left for the day. Though it wasn’t until you returned home that you realised that the kind and beautiful shopkeep who returned your belongings had also left a little note with her name and phone number written on it for you to find.

It was odd, but you took the risk and scheduled a date with Missy the shopkeep. Then that single date turned into two, then three, then four, and then the two of you spiralled into a committed relationship.

But tragically, to you, in the middle of your committed domestic bliss, Missy would disappear at random times. At first, you thought nothing of it, she was probably just incredibly busy, but you eventually become worried that she was up to something. Maybe cheating on you?

You did end up confronting Missy and to your surprise, she told you a story about aliens and planets and shapeshifting time and space machines. You didn’t believe her. That was, until, Missy dragged you to her apartment above the shop where she worked. When you entered the building, before you was no regular apartment, but a gigantic room with a strange, science fiction-like console with many levers and buttons in the middle of the room. Missy explained that everything she told you before was true and that this was her ship. Finally, she told you that she wanted to show you the Universe. 

You accepted her offer, no matter how unbelievable it was at first, and the two of you began travelling together. But then Missy disappeared once again. This time Missy wasn’t sneaking off to be a menace around space and time, but The Doctor had abducted her and trapped her with The Vault. He did all of this without notifying you that he stole your partner away from you. 

You were worried sick without her, but Missy wasn’t going to let The Doctor keep you and her apart. She would let him play his games for a bit, but she would always keep her eyes on you. Her watchful and protective eye just had to be from a distance momentarily. 

Thankfully for you and Missy, The Vault did not entrap telepathic communications between its walls. So, the two of you ended up speaking frequently. Mostly it was just Missy complaining about her old friend and her trying to bribe you into visiting her.

After months of secretly communicating with each other back and forth, Missy did manage to convince you to break into the Vault in order to celebrate your anniversary. The anniversary of when you and Missy began dating.

You were incredibly nervous. You had never met The Doctor and now his oldest friend was convincing you to break into a basement he seemed to own. If he caught you during your attempt, that would be one hell of a way to first meet someone.

You made it into the chaotically filled basement without running into The Doctor, or either of his companions. Then you broke into the Vault. Missy greeted you with a tight hug and a warm kiss, which startled you at first. Missy was definitely affectionate with the right person, but the environment she was in was so strange and off-putting that you were shocked by her open nature. She countered your questions by explaining that The Doctor never watched her while she was in the Vault, he felt like it was too intrusive, and Missy just missed you too much to not attack you with affection upon seeing you again.

Missy ended up pouring some wine for the two of you that you had brought with you to the Vault. You were trying to dish out the food you had also brought but your hands fumbled with nerves. Missy looked at you concerned. She saw no real threat in The Doctor’s actions, other than the fact that he seemed determined to keep her where she was being trapped, but it wasn’t like he would ever hurt her or you.

“Dear, you must calm down. I promise that everything will be alright.” Missy tried to comfort you as the two of you prepared the finishing touches of the little indoor picnic that was being forged.

“How can you be certain about that Missy?”

“I know The Doctor, dearie. He wouldn’t hurt you. The most that would happen would be a strict talk.”

“Even that’s terrifying!” You yelped before taking a rather large sip of your wine.

“Shh, we’re safe here.” Missy manoeuvred herself closer to you; her actions were far too elegant to be referred to as ‘shooting over’. She then gently grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you into her side before rubbing your back in a reassuring manner.

“But what if The Doctor keeps me away from you?” That question made Missy pause. She never really considered that option; Missy didn’t think that The Doctor had the nerve to do such a thing, but seeing your fear at such an idea made her fear that outcome, too. Even if The Doctor was enough of a fool to try and take you away from your Master, Missy would never allow The Doctor to succeed.

“I will always be here to protect you, Y/n. The Doctor can’t keep me away from my love.” You felt Missy kiss your temple and then press her forehead against yours. You then felt Missy’s presence prod your mind. You let her in and then you instantly felt a wave of calmness and clarity wash over you. Missy had sent a little hypnotic spell through your mind like she had done many times before when you felt overwhelmed. She always managed to help you with your anxiety better than any Human medicine or meditation could.

“Better?” Missy asked hopefully, still massaging your back and shoulders.

“Much better. Thank you, Missy.”

“Good. Now! Let’s toast to our beautiful relationship together and dig into this lovely meal you brought.” Missy kissed your temple one last time before grabbing her wine glass and clinking the glass against yours. Despite the unusual circumstances, nothing could keep Missy from having a great anniversary date with you.

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

Okay!

I am officially starting to make and accepting requests for Our Flag Means Death x Readers.

So, if anyone has any ideas, feel free to send them to me and I’ll be happy to write them!

I’m already working on a Frechie blurb because he’s my favorite!

And His Heart Grew Three Sizes That Day

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - After everything that happened in the universe, you just wanted a calm Christmas with everyone you cared about, including The Master.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Doctor and The Extended Fam being a bit rude, The Master feeling depressed, some suggestive bits, some references to season 12 canon. This is a canon divergent fic - let’s forget that The Power of The Doctor happened for a bit.

Word Count - 4593

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by @sessa23. Thank you so much for this request! I really enjoyed writing it, even though it made me emotional. I hope that you enjoy this and have a great Christmas!

------------------------------------------------------------

It was almost time for everyone to arrive, and you were dreading the decisions you had made leading up to this day. Even How The Grinch Stole Christmas playing in your living room couldn’t calm you down!

A couple of weeks ago, after The Doctor had brought you, Dan, and Yaz home for the beginning of the holiday season, you had the brilliant idea to host a Christmas dinner for everyone. And your tired, adrenaline and adventure-muddled brain meant everyone, including The Master. 

You had plenty of opportunities to change your mind and not invite The Master or uninvite him even, but you could never bring yourself to do it. Despite how The Master treated The Doctor and The Extended Fam, he tried to treat you with the utmost respect, always. 

You don’t think The Doctor knew, or if she did, she didn’t tell you, but you had texted and written to The Master many times. He initiated contact first. He was supercilious and threatening, with an undertone of flirting, during his first message to you. You knew that he meant to scare you, even though he was probably joking. You didn’t respond to his threat, though. Instead, you asked him where he had found his coat; you declared your desire to have a coat like that, seeing how warm it looked on him. This began a series of communications between the two of you. You talked about everything, including your shared pain of being ignored by The Doctor. 

It was probably dangerous for you to share such personal information with an intergalactic criminal, but you couldn’t stop. The Master just seemed to understand you on a deeper level than The Fam and definitely more than The Doctor ever could.

Things became serious between the two of you, though, when the two of you began calling and face-timing each other. Again, he called you first. You were having a panic attack over something minor in retrospect, and somehow The Master knew and called you to help you. He took your panic very seriously and quickly calmed you down. Now, on top of your regular texts and letters, you and The Master called nearly every night before you, at least, went to bed and sometimes in the morning or throughout the day.

It never seemed to cross your mind why The Master was so attached to you until today. Finally, you realised that he was lonely. You obviously couldn’t assume everything, but after all the conversations you had with The Master, you came to the conclusion that he was, at least, a bit remorseful for the things he did and he just wanted, or needed, someone to want him in return. Maybe he was only remorseful because he had accidentally hurt you in the past because of your closeness with The Doctor. Either way, The Doctor was wrong about him; The Master wasn’t an irredeemable monster. You just hoped that putting The Master in this environment today wouldn’t trigger him. For his sake, you hoped that this Christmas dinner went smoothly.

You were setting up your dining room table for the fourth time when Graham and Ryan arrived at your flat. You were glad that they arrived first. Graham especially always managed to calm you down. He was probably the person you opened up to the most other than The Master. Your relationships between the two obviously weren’t comparable, but Graham was definitely a support person for you. 

After placing some presents under your Christmas tree and putting some food away, Graham helped you organise the table to where it wasn’t so cluttered and busy while Ryan prepared the three of you some drinks.

Dan arrived next, with a bundle of presents under one arm and a stack of tin boxes filled to the brim with homemade cookies in the other. A bag filled with Christmas crackers hung precariously from one of his pinkies.

Yaz arrived with The Doctor, which didn’t surprise you. It seemed to not surprise Dan, Graham and Ryan either, so you were happy to not be the only one to see the obvious connection between the two. The Doctor had brought some alien dish that you were frankly scared to eat, while Yaz made up for that by bringing two large dishes that looked delicious.

You still hadn’t told any of your friends of the other suspected guest, however, The Master still wasn’t there, and it had been about half an hour since he was supposed to arrive. Maybe he wasn’t going to come. If he wasn’t, there was no need to tell your friends that you had invited someone that tried to murder them on multiple occasions to Christmas dinner. You could just enjoy the day with them and stop stressing about losing them as long as they didn’t ask any questions.

“Why do you have an extra seat set up, Y/n?” Yaz asked after the current conversation the six of you were having dried up.

“Oh, I just think that the table looks better that way. If I don’t set up that seat, then it just feels weird.” You lied, but you hoped that no one would question you too much. 

“That makes sense. One of my previous regenerations was like that! You would've gotten along well with him.” The Doctor stated before slurping up the neon green, spindly food of the alien dish she brought.

You were going to ask about The Doctor’s previous regeneration because you loved hearing about her past even though she rarely talked about it, but then there was a knock on your door. You thought it was a neighbour at first, but then three more knocks followed. It was him. The Master actually showed up. 

“Who’s that?” Yaz questioned.

“Maybe carolers?” Dan pondered out loud.

“I’ll get the door! Everyone stay here. Enjoy the meal.” You jumped up from your seat and ran to the door of your apartment. You opened it frantically to see an anxious-looking Master. You had never seen him like that before and worry instantly washed over you.

“Happy Christmas.” You commented in the hope that it might ease his worry, but it did not.

“Yeah, happy Christmas.”

“Are you alright?” You were about to reach out to hold his arm reassuringly, but you decided against it.

“Everyone else is here, aren’t they?”

“Yeah. I didn’t tell them that you were coming, just in case …”

“Just in case I backed out. I’m not The Doctor, love. I don’t do that to the people I care about.”

“Are you ready to meet them or … ?” You cut yourself off when you heard The Doctor shout about what was taking so long.

“I think we should just get the confrontational bit over with. I am starving and I heard that you Humans eat loads at Christmas!” The Master bumped your shoulder reassuringly as he showed himself into your flat. He wanted to try and seem calm for you so as to not worry you more than you clearly already were. He looked around for a bit, fascinated by being in your space and finally seeing how you live. After closing your apartment door and pulling The Master away from sneaking away to look into your bedroom or break into The Doctor’s TARDIS, you lead The Master to your kitchen and to all of your other guests.

“Who was at the door, Y/n? Are we expecting someone else?” You stuttered for a moment, unsure really of what to say. You had not prepared enough for this part of the day. You felt The Master walk up behind you and into the kitchen. You then saw the faces of your friends contort into various forms of fear, disgust, anger and confusion.

“Hello. Happy Christmas, everyone.” The Master gave an awkward wave to your friends as he anxiously shifted back and forth on his feet.

“Y/n, can I speak with you for a moment?” The Doctor asked, but it wasn’t a question. She was already beginning to stand from her chair and walk out of the kitchen.

“Of course, Doctor. Master, you can sit in the open seat next to mine.” The Doctor and the Master glared at each other when they passed. The Doctor felt betrayed that you would invite him here. The Master was just upset that The Doctor was choosing to ruin your holidays with bickering.

“Why did you invite him here, Y/n?” The Doctor asked angrily once the two of you were alone and as far away from your kitchen as possible.

“Because I wanted to.”

“Y/n?”

“Isn’t Christmas a time for forgiveness, Doctor? And besides, no one should be alone on Christmas, including him.” The Doctor sighed as if she were trapped. She understood your position, but she continued to be sceptical of The Master’s motives. But it was Christmas, so maybe he deserved one more chance.

“I don’t like that you’ve done this.”

“Fine, but can we yell at each other later and just enjoy ourselves today?” The Doctor nodded defeatedly. Then you and The Doctor walked back into the kitchen in silence. You could tell from the faces of The Master and your friends that they all heard your conversation, and frankly, you didn’t care. The Master was there for you when you needed him, probably more than The Doctor and The Fam had, and you didn’t care who knew about it.

It was uncomfortably silent while the seven of you ate. This isn’t what you wanted. You don't know why, but every time you imagined today, the seven of you were happy and joking around. No one would be mentioning the Kasaavin or Gallifrey or the Timeless Child; it would just be a fun day between unlikely friends. It was just seven people with a lot of trauma having a bit of fun. But you now thought that to be a naive daydream and you cursed yourself for setting this whole dinner up. 

You felt The Master bump the side of your leg with his knee. You looked over at him. The Master, you could tell, was trying to ask you if you were alright without using telepathy. He knew that The Doctor would have called him out for doing that if he had. You smiled at him before returning to stare at your food. You didn’t want him to know how upset you were.

The atmosphere was still incredibly tense. You racked your brain for a moment about how to salvage the day because the food wasn’t working. But nothing popped into your head. You couldn’t take it anymore. You felt like the day was ruined, that all of your friends were disappointed in you, and that you had forced The Master into a difficult situation for no reason. You needed to get out of this suffocating environment. You stood up abruptly and left the room.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“What are you doing here?” The Doctor immediately sneered at her best enemy as soon as you had left the room.

“Y/n invited me.”

“You are planning something! I know it! You’ve hypnotised Y/n in order to get closer to us and you are planning something horrible and deadly!”

“I just want to be here because Y/n invited me.”

“No. It’s got to be more than that. Everything you have ever done in your life alludes to you doing something colossal! You would never do anything out of the kindness of your hearts!” The Doctor pointed her finger accusingly before slamming her hand down on the table.

The Master took a deep breath in order to calm himself down after withstanding to The Doctor’s tirade. He wanted to explode on The Doctor; to pull out his TCE and shoot his best enemy in each one of her hearts, but he wouldn’t ruin your Christmas like that. The Master took another deep breath before responding.

“As I stated before, Doctor, if you ever listen, I am here because Y/n invited me. And I didn’t want to disappoint them on Christmas. I’ve heard that holidays during this season of the year are fairly important in Human culture.”

An awkward silence fell over the table. The Doctor was glaring at her companions to back her up for support, but they remained silent. Even though they had been hurt by The Master in the past, and they were currently sceptical of him, but it was Christmas. They just wanted to have a calm and loving holiday season with their friends and families. The Master hung his head low and was wishing for your swift return.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You initially left the freakishly silent table to just have a breath alone, just in case the tears you were fighting won the battle. You spun around your living room, looking for where you had placed your tissues, and then you caught a glimpse of your Christmas tree, which had many presents beneath it. You grabbed the lot and returned to the kitchen. 

“You don’t have to open them now. I just wanted to give them to you before I forgot. Not to mention that this might defuse some of the tension.” 

You handed each person their presents. The Master did a double take when you initially handed him his present. He didn’t think that he would be included in the majority of the holiday festivities, let alone this one. He held the present carefully, delicately in his lap. He couldn’t stop staring at it as if it were his most prized possession.

The Doctor almost instantaneously seemed to forget her anger towards The Master and immediately opened her present, which didn’t surprise you. But you breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing The Doctor return to her usual childlike self.

“Oh! It’s present time! Amazing. I’ll get my gifts for everyone! Do you want me to get yours, Yaz?” Dan jovially questioned.

“I’ll get mine and The Doctor’s. Ryan? Graham? What about you two?” Yaz responded.

“I’ll get the presents from the both of us, son.” Graham sounded as he joined in the present retrieving.

Once everyone exchanged presents, Graham and Yaz thanked you and tucked their presents away to open up once they got home. You did similarly to them and put your presents under your chair for later. Ryan and Dan, however, followed The Doctor’s lead and opened their presents as soon as their hands were on them, Ryan more rambunctiously so. The Master just continued to stare down at his present in disbelief. He couldn’t remember the last time someone gifted him something. The Master was going to refuse the present and give it back to you because he didn’t deserve it, but then Dan gave a raucous cheer upon opening Graham’s present to him. It was a brand new and expensive wok.

“Y/n relayed your handiwork with a wok.” Graham said, causing Dan to chuckle in response. But unfortunately, silence quickly returned to the table once the gift exchange was over. To your surprise, The Master was the first to speak up.

“I’m sorry that I don’t have anything to give any of you. I’m not particularly knowledgeable about Christmas and its specific traditions, or any holidays around this time of the year really.”

“That’s perfectly fine, Master. I’m just happy that you’re here with all of us.” You smiled at him genuinely.

“Yeah, you not leaving us on a crashing plane is present enough.”

“Graham!”

“I’m sorry. I-”

“There’s no need to apologise. I haven’t exactly been a joy to be around for the majority of you. So, I’m not going to be petty about just retaliation.” The Master spoke sullenly, and it broke your heart. Yes, he hurt The Fam and The Doctor and threatened them, but you could see that he was trying. You just wished that your friends could see that, too. You laid a hopefully reassuring hand on The Master’s shoulder, but then you felt him tense beneath you and saw that all of your friends gave you pointed looks. So, you removed your hand.

Dan then coughed awkwardly. He didn’t know much about The Master’s antics, mostly just what Yaz had told him, and he just wanted to have a good day with his friends. Despite The Doctor’s trepidation and Yaz’s ice-cold stare, Dan saw The Master as a friend because The Master was a friend of yours. Dan also noticed all the trouble you were putting into the event, and he just wanted to try and help you in cheering everyone up.

“I brought some homemade cookies from my parents and some crackers, too.”

“May I join in this festivity?” The Master asked politely as Dan retrieved a tin of cookies for the table. 

“Of course, mate. They’re for everyone.” Dan clapped The Master on the back. You gave The Master a look to not comment and thankfully he just enjoyed the cookies while Dan and Yaz began handing out some Christmas crackers.

Maybe it was the presents or maybe the crackers, or even the cookies, or maybe it was just Dan being friendly and nice as always that helped lighten the general mood of the room. All of you ended up talking about fun things and laughing at random stories. Everyone even enjoyed the stories The Master told. And there was no talk of the bad things that The Master had done in the past, only the fun and funny things. 

Yaz and Ryan opened a couple of bottles of wine, everyone pulled some Christmas crackers. You exchanged prizes and paper crowns and all of you seemed to be thoroughly enjoying yourselves. Everyone in attendance had wide smiles and full stomachs and so many presents and knickknacks to take home.  But unfortunately, the day had to end.

“Despite the  … surprises … I had a brilliant time! Absolutely brilliant.” The Doctor said before giving you a ‘goodbye’ hug.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“I can’t wait to do this next year!” Ryan excitedly shouted.

“Well, I don’t know about that …” The Doctor muttered softly, but you and The Master both heard.

“Oh, come on, Doc, you just said that you had a good time.” Graham countered as your friends clambered into the TARDIS and said their final goodbyes. The Master, though, hung behind in your apartment for a moment to have a quiet conversation alone with you.

“Thank you for inviting me. You obviously didn’t have to. But I very much appreciate it.” The Master handed you the present you have given him.

“Do you not want it?” You were hurt. You put so much effort into the day and the present. You wanted him to enjoy it and to see how much you cared for him.

“Of course I want it. I just don’t deserve it, Y/n.” You sighed at The Master’s self-deprecation. Thankfully he wasn’t rejecting you, but you hated seeing him this sad. That was part of the point of the present, to cheer The Master up during the holiday season.

“Just take it, Master, please. It’s Christmas.” You forced the present back into The Master’s hands and then tackled him into a hug.

“And take care of yourself, Master.” You kissed The Master's cheek and with that, the two of you said your goodbyes for the day. 

The Master walked away from your flat bittersweetly. He didn’t know how to process the event that just occurred to him. He felt like he experienced a fever dream of a day filled with his wildest dreams and his deepest fears. And he still had a present to open, so the turmoil of emotions he experienced today were likely not finished turning in his brain.

When he arrived in his TARDIS, The Master brought your present out of his bigger-on-the-inside pocket and stared at it again. You were too sweet for your own good. First, you invited him to join you in your Christmas celebrations, then you got him a gift. Unbelievable! It was as if you were begging for The Master to become obsessed with you.

The Master carefully untied the purple bow and carefully unwrapped the wrapping paper in an attempt to not rip it. The Master wouldn’t describe himself as a hoarder, even though other people had, but he wanted to keep every part of this gift to remember it, and your effort and kindness, properly.

You got him a couple of sets of purple and orange socks. He smiled at this. You noticed his proclivity for statement socks. He took one pair out of the box and observed how heavy it was, not like any pair of socks he had before. He wondered if these were some new Human inventions, weighted socks, maybe made for anxiety havers. The Master then looked inside the socks and saw that there was an item inside them. Before discovering what you had hidden inside the pair of socks he first held, he looked into the other pairs you had given him and, like the first pair, you had hidden more gifts in those socks. 

Upon unrolling each pair of socks, The Master found that you had also gifted him a pair of expensive-looking cufflinks, a quaint key chain with a Spotify code of one of his favourite Human songs, “Rasputin”, and a small rubber ducky wearing an “I raided Area 51” shirt. He rolled his eyes at the last gift. He never should have told you that he was actually responsible for that “meme”. Under all of the socks was an illustrated copy of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum. If the socks were anything to go by, you hid something in the book. And The Master was correct. In the section where Dorothy’s house flies up into the air because of the tornado, The Master found a letter addressed to him. 

Just like the box, he opened the letter with care. In your handwriting, written by a purple inked pen, you wrote:

Master, 

I never want to intrude when it comes to you and your personal space and needs, but I want you to know that you are always welcome at my flat and in my life. I’m not going to judge you or pressure you or rat you out to The Doctor in any way. I just want you to have someone, and I hope that I could be that someone for you.

I know that things are complicated because of your long history with The Doctor and, more recently, everything revolving around the Kasaavin and Gallifrey. But I have really appreciated all of our communications with each other. I actually felt seen and heard by you, and I hope I made you feel the same way. Maybe I could one day get everyone else to see the softer, more caring and more protective side of yourself that you so often hide. You probably wouldn’t like that, though. But thank you for allowing me to see that side of you. I really do love talking with you, and I appreciate everything you have done for me.

I hope to see you again, preferably in a non-threatening environment. :)

Happy Holidays

Y/n

The Master sighed deeply trying to hold back his tears, but apparently, his emotions won over his resolve. The Master burst into tears. Emotions from decades and centuries that he had pushed down now rose up and flowed through him; his loneliness and isolation all becoming painfully aware to him as he read your letter. You really were the only person he had at this moment, maybe in his entire life. The Master would have to prove his worth to you properly. Get you a coat like his, at the very least.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You stumbled out of your room, still dizzy from sleep, to answer your door. An incessant knocking woke you up from where you had fallen asleep while watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Despite being incredibly drained from the anxiety of the day, you tried to cheer yourself up with some Christmas spirit. You grew incredibly annoyed, however, when there was no one behind your front door. You looked around; no one was down the hall, no one left anything for you, not even a note on the door!

You shut your door, disgruntled, but made your way back to your room. You stopped suddenly in your path, though, upon seeing something previously not there out of the corner of your eye. Under your Christmas tree sat a square, purple box tied up securely in gold ribbon. 

You strode up to the box and investigated it curiously. It looked safe, but you were still cautious.  Before opening the box, you opened the letter, addressed to you, which was placed on top.

My Darling Y/n,

If I had more time to plan, I would gift you something more sufficient in order to repay you for your overly caring nature. Though, I hope that this will make do for the time being. You may find some extra goodies hidden throughout, but I intend to spoil you greatly with many more gifts in the future.

With love,

Your caring Master

Of course, it was The Master! You smiled from ear to ear both because he got you a gift and because he reciprocated your feelings, but also because he opened your present and enjoyed Christmas dinner. 

You carefully, but quickly and excitedly, opened the present The Master had given you. To your wonderment, The Master had gifted you either his purple coat or a coat that looked incredibly similar. You quickly threw the beautifully crafted coat around you, and it instantly warmed you.

You couldn’t help yourself; you were so excited that you had to jump up and down and squeal in pure joy. You then skipped to your full-body mirror and snapped a photo of yourself modelling your Christmas gift.

You sent the picture to The Master, along with the text: ‘I look quite dashing, doncha think? ;)’

The Master instantly peered down at his Human phone, which he kept in order to communicate with you, as soon as he received your message. He smirked and then sent back a reply.

‘Incredibly so! Dare I say, dashing enough to conquer the Universe?’

‘I wouldn’t go that far. I was thinking more of a sexy stranger at a cosy bar…’ You removed your sleep shirt before putting the coat back on, revealing a good portion of your chest. You also moved to take the picture in your bathroom mirror instead in order to hide your Christmas pyjama pants.

‘You absolutely fit that role to a T, love! I hope to see you in that environment and in  that coat in the future.’

‘Oh, you will, Master.’

‘Good. ;) Now be a good little Human and get to bed. It might be Christmas, but you must go to bed at a reasonable time.’ You rolled your eyes at his protective nature, but you knew that he was right.

‘Only if you get a good night’s sleep, too, Master.’

‘That coat must have given you my talent for finagling and manipulation, love.’

‘Nope! That was all you!’

‘The Doctor would be horrified’

‘Let her be.’ The Master genuinely smiled down at his phone and the conversation he was having with you. You were so special to him. He didn’t need gifts or Christmas dinner or flirty texts, even, The Master just needed you in his life. You were the best Christmas present The Master could have asked for.

‘Happy Christmas, Y/n!’

‘Happy Christmas, Master!’

Requesting Rules

I write all types of fanfiction on this blog, many of the formats are listed below

I am willing to include almost any tropes that you might specify within your request.

I tend to write more fluff than smut. 

I am not opposed to writing smut, though. I’m just a bit more insecure when it comes to writing smut because I don’t tend to write it as often.

Even though I don’t always write smut, there are allusions to 18+ activities in some of my fics.

So This Is An 18+ Blog

I know that I cannot regulate everyone who interacts with my content, but minors and blogs without ages in their bio will be blocked. And minors just please don’t read my 18+ fics.

I accept requests with both general and specific reader descriptions. 

I will be upfront and say that I feel the most comfortable writing gender neutral readers

As someone who has read fanfiction for years before writing it, I understand that a lot of people use fanfiction as a coping mechanism, and it can be devastating if your request goes unanswered. 

I will try my hardest to get everything to you in an orderly time for this reason, but I hope that I will be allowed some allowances. I have mental health and physical health issues. 

So, I will try my hardest to get everything out on a good schedule, but I am still trying to find a good school/fanfiction/personal health balance and it can be difficult to keep up with everything.

Formats The I Write

Series

Oneshots

Blurbs 

Headcanons/Preferences

Prompts 

Tropes (Only one bed, Soulmates, Friends to Lovers, AUs, etc)

Songfics

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Angst

Smut

General DO’s - What I DO Write

x Readers

Character x Reader x Character (the two characters not being poly)

Poly!Characters x Readers or Character x Reader x Character (the two characters being poly)

Platonic/Friendship Relationships

Non-Platonic/ Romantic Relationships

SFW Plots/Plot Points

NSFW Plots/Plot Points *

LGBTQ+ Readers 

POC Readers

Plus Size/Curvy Readers

Neurodivergent Readers 

Readers with Disabilities/Disorders (mental, physical, emotional)

Mental Illness **

General DON’Ts - What I DO NOT Write

Character x Character - Except in a polyamorous context where the Reader is also involved

Characters or the Reader Dying Permanently 

Extreme graphic violence - Given some of the media that I write for, there is bound to be some mention of graphic violence, but I don’t want said violence to feel like horror porn

Incest, rape, or bestiality 

Sexual Harassment/Assault - I am okay with allusions to it(like in a hurt/comfort sort of way), but not graphic depictions of it

Racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, ableism, or any other type of bigotry - Again, I am okay with allusions to these things in a hurt/comfort sort of way where a random third party does something and a character comforts the reader. I just don’t want or support hate on my blog.

NSFW * - Specifically Kinks and Fetishes

*Piss and shit kinks and foot fetishes are just not my thing, so none of that, please

*No Pregenant!readers or readers that are about to give birth, please

*I am a bit iffy on Parent!readers because I just don’t think that I will be able to write them well

*And I am a bit iffy on breeding kinks - anything about actively trying to get pregnant is not my thing

Mental Illnesses ** - as mentioned above, allusions are okay but I am not comfortable writing graphic depictions of things like self-harm, suicide attempts, or eating disorders

Disclaimers

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.

2. And I probably have a different interpretation of a character than you, but that is okay.

3. If there is a character you would like to know if I will write for that is not on the Character List I attached below, please message me! 

There is a possibility that I might write for them, and I just forgot to add them to my list.

4. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out either through messages or on anon!

Anyway, I want this blog to be a kind, caring, safe place where people can stop by if they need a calm place to stay for a bit. I hope that you have fun here! :)

Finally, my Character List is linked here.

Edited 28 September 2024