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Whittaker!Master x Fem!Reader
Summary - The Master breaks into your house to confront you about where you were while you were not travelling with her.
Based On This Request -
Warnings - The Master being drunk and irrational
Word Count - 1026
A/n - Implied Fem!Reader. Requested by this lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. I hope that you enjoy!
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“Look at you. Sneaking back after a date. That doesn’t seem like you, Y/n.”
The Master aggressively jeered as soon as you opened the door to your flat. She was sitting in your living room armchair, her legs spread wide and domineering in appearance. It was clear to you that she had moved your chair to the corner of the room, probably to look more intimidating to you once you saw her, but something seemed off. Of course, The Master intimidated you, but in a crush type of way, not in a real threat type of way. You were terrified of disappointing her.
This was different, though. This seemed like a real threat directed at you. The Master was actively trying to scare you. One of her hands was clawed into the stuffing of the armchair and the other was gripping a nearly empty glass of orangy-brown alcohol. It looked like whisky, but you couldn’t be sure. You looked past her briefly to see a fancy alcohol bottle on one of your side tables. It was alien, so that didn’t really help you in discerning what it was, but it informed you of the fact that The Master really wanted to get drunk. If she didn’t, then she would have just drunk your Human alcohol.
“Won’t your date be jealous if they discover you staring at me like that? The Master leered at you and looked you up and down with seething anger.
“Okay, I’m going to be blunt, I have no idea what you're talking about or why you are upset, Master.”
“Don’t play dumb, Y/n! You asked me to take you back to Earth urgently and specifically at this time. I planned to stop by because I was bored, as I often am when you are not around, and I see you leave your house in an extravagant outfit with a full face of makeup. You were clearly out with someone, and I want to know who they were so I can destroy them. You are my companion. You’re mine and you always will be!”
“You really have completely misinterpreted this situation -” You laughed anxiously but The Master cut you off before you could explain.
“You dare accuse me of misunderstanding something when you have gone behind my back to fool around with some peasant!”
“All I did was go to a friend’s wedding! I didn’t go on a date.” The Master halted her aggressive, accusatory hand movements and slumped in confusion.
“A wedding! Well, why didn’t you tell me? I love weddings! Great places to scope out new victims.”
“It’s a Human wedding.”
“But that’s still a wedding! I would have loved to go! Why not let me join you as your date?”
“Oh! I don’t know maybe because one: you hate Humans. Two: Humans would be the only race present at the wedding. And three: you hate Humans! Why would I invite you somewhere that would cause you to kill someone?”
“I wouldn’t kill anyone if you didn’t want me to. The worst I would do would be to cause a serious injury.”
“That is not any better, Master.”
“Well, technically -”
“Why are you so upset about this?”
“I don’t know. I just want to be seen with you.”
“Even if you want to kill everyone around you out of annoyance?”
“At least everyone will know that you are mine.”
“If someone close to me is getting married, then I will invite you as my plus one, okay, Master?” The Master happily nodded to you and then downed the last bit of her drink. She then tried to stand up but wobbled and fell back into your living room chair. You rushed over and helped the alien stand up. You wondered what she had been drinking and how much she had.
“Where’s your TARDIS?”
“Down the street.” Since The Master’s TARDIS was too far away, you just decided to let her stay in your bedroom to sleep off her drunkenness.
“Well, how did you get in here?”
“Sonic laser. Very good at opening windows.”
“Okay, you’ll be fixing that once you are sober.”
Eventually, the two of you struggled and sloshed to your bedroom. You tried to get some information out of The Master about the best way to take care of her in her drunken state, but she wasn’t incredibly coherent. The alcohol seemed to be hitting her all at once and she just seemed overjoyed about the fact you promised to bring her as your date for an upcoming wedding.
You brought The Master a giant glass of water and made her drink a good portion of it before you forced her to change out of her incredibly fancy outfit. You gave The Master some of your sleep clothes and moved to give her some privacy. But she wanted you to stay with her in case she fell. You saw through her lie, though. She was a bad liar when drunk. The Master obviously wanted you to see her half-naked. You also changed into some sleep clothes, which caused The Master to fumble and ogle you drunkenly for a moment. But after many drunken delays, you and The Master crawled into bed and snuggled up together. You were shocked again; The Master was incredibly cuddly when drunk.
“Master, I don’t want to upset you, but I was offered to bring a plus one to this wedding.”
“Well, why didn’t you invite me if you had the opportunity to bring your own guest?” The Master’s head jolted upward in order to look you in the eye.
“How many times do I have to remind you that you hate Humans, Master?”
“But I like you. No other Humans matter because I like you.” The Master slumped forward and cuddled into your chest. You tried your best to not become flustered by this action or The Master’s confession.
“I like you, too, Master.”
“Promise to invite me in the future?”
“I promise. Now we should get some sleep, especially you.”
“Ugh fine, but only because you are the one telling me to do so. Goodnight, Y/n.”
“Goodnight, Master. Sleep well.”
Never Leave Me
Gomez!Master x Reader
Summary - Missy reassures the reader of her love for you
Warnings - references to World Enough and Time and The Doctor Falls
Word Count - 549
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. You can look at this as either a canon compliant fic or as a canon divergent fic where Missy doesn’t die
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You huffed and walked away from your partner bantering on with her previous regeneration. Seeing them reminded you of the interaction Missy had on the top floor of the ship. When she was being tested by The Doctor and she so easily flirted with the ship worker that ended up hurting Bill. How could she so easily do that in front of you? After all the two of you had been through together?
You didn’t know where you were going, but you just wanted to get away from her for a moment. You ended up slumping down on the swinging bench on the patio of the house you and your friends were huddling around. You watched Nardole direct and teach some of the children how to defend themselves from Cybermen. You thought how Missy would be an excellent teacher to them, and an entertaining one at that, if she ever stopped flirting with herself that is.
“Oh! Here you are, Y/n. I’ve been looking all over for you.” You only sighed in response.
“Dearie, will you please talk to me?”
“Wouldn’t you rather flirt with the guard or yourself or just some random person?”
“Is that what this is about?” You turned away from your partner and pouted. You had met and begun dating Missy when she was locked in the Vault. You had never seen her interact with anyone other than Bill, Nardole and The Doctor and she never flirted with them. Her eyes were always on you. You talked with her, played with her, entertained her, cried with her, reassured her, and then she goes and flirts with people right in front of you.
“Oh, my lovely. I was just acting like The Doctor before, is all. You know him and his fetish for flirting with random Humans.”
“And your previous regeneration?”
“That’s just a bit of fun! How many times do you actually get to compliment yourself?”
“True, but your other half seems to be enjoying the compliments a bit too much.”
“Yes, he-I was definitely like that then. However, he is not my other half. Do you want to know who is, dearie?” You shook your head. You thought that she was alluding to The Doctor at first, but Missy would never admit to that.
“Come on, Y/n! You must know!” Maybe she meant you, but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself if you were wrong.
“I want to hear you say it, Missy. Please.”
“You are my other half, dearie. You always will.” The Time Lady kissed your forehead and probably left a marking of her lipstick there, as well.
“I love you, Missy.”
“I love you more, Y/n.”
“Promise that you will never leave me?”
“I will never leave you, Y/n. Never ever. I promise.”
She booped your nose and pulled you into her torso. You relished in Missy’s words and her presence. You believed her and her feelings for you, you just hoped that the Universe would allow the two of you to stay together. But you knew Missy well enough to know that if anything did happen to you, she would go to hell and back in order to be with you again. Missy was never going to leave you, whether the Universe liked that or not.
Beg For It
Dhawan!Master x Reader
Summary - The Master corners the reader and confronts them about their feelings. The Master isn’t prepared for The Reader’s response, though.
Based On This Request -
Prompts Used - #3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.
Warnings - Canon typical violence, The Master being The Master (i.e., A desperate slut), some suggestive bits, so 18+, please!
Word Count - 1403
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. This was requested on my old Tumblr by a lovely anon. I hope that you enjoy!
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The Master had a habit of staring at you. Whenever he was monologing or generally scheming he would stare at you from wherever he was standing, looking to see all of your facial expressions and reactions. He knew that he should probably be seeing if The Doctor of her companions seemed threatened, but you were so much fun compared to them!
This habit of his escalated to where The Master would separate you from the rest of the group just to hear your opinions on how his current scheme was unfolding. The Master, ever the escalator, then proceeded to kidnap you completely out of the blue. He would always detail his plans to you, even before the kidnapping. But after he started kidnapping you, he would conduct full lectures, hoping for your feedback. The kidnappings, of course, became less focused on plans for world domination and more focused on polite conversion.
This wasn’t a usual kidnapping, however. The Master had stowed you away to a different part of the castle you, The Doctor and her other companions were exploring. He was rough and held you tightly and barely uttered a word in response to your screams of release. Once the two of you were where The Master’s TARDIS was, the alien left you to pace around the room a bit. You were confused. The Master never acted like this before during one of your kidnappings. You had to stay to get to the bottom of what was wrong with him.
The Master finally addressed you after a word with himself. And instead of him complimenting you every five seconds, The Master seemed much more uneasy about what he was doing today. Like there was something he was hiding from you that he was scared that you would find out too quickly if he didn’t mask his emotions. His shoulders were visibly tense and he kept his hands clenched whenever he wasn’t talking with them. He still complimented you, but they were laced with anger and jealousy. You assumed that it was just because of The Doctor, who had grown closer to you since she noticed how much The Master favoured you, but The Master had a quick temper so really he could be upset about anything.
You and The Master talked and teased each other while pacing around the room The Master had brought you to. His mood seemed to lighten when your full attention was solely on him, but he would grow upset again when you mentioned The Doctor. Eventually, he broke and shouted at you.
“I am your Master and you will obey me! No one else!” The Master stomped toward you, leaning in closer than he should have and staring at your lips. This is what always happens when the two of you teased each other, so you continued to tease in order to get The Master to break again. Maybe this time he would actually admit his feelings for you which you always assumed that he had. Maybe that’s what he was hiding? Maybe his feelings made him uneasy? You laughed at The Master and his possessive comment and then strutted away from the Time Lord.
“No! I am loyal to The Doctor. You will never be my Master and I will never do what you want!” You said this with a taunting flare, hoping that The Master would know that you weren’t too serious, but he seemed to be in a non-joking mood today.
“Can we just cut the tension and get to the good stuff?”
“Excuse me?”
“You know. The back-and-forth teasing, the longing gazes, leaning in too close to one another, forgetting that The Doctor even exists as we explore the growing feelings between us. You know, all that good stuff that happens when we are alone together.” The Master bounded toward you dramatically and exuberantly. At least you got your answer, The Master did see the feelings growing between the two of you.
“Is that what really happens between us?” You coyly asked as you walked backwards willing. You knew that there was a wall behind you somewhere. The Master eagerly followed you.
“Yes, that is exactly what happens. And I know that you love it.”
“You can’t know that.” You continued to slowly stalk backwards.
“Oh really? I am a telepath after all. What makes you think that I wouldn’t roam through that pretty little mind of yours, love?”
“Because you like me and you want me to like you. You wouldn’t do something like that without my consent.” Finally, you hit the wall as soon as you said the word ‘consent,’ but The Master continued to move forward until he was practically flushed against you. He looked into your eyes for a long time, probably to search your soul for truth in your statement, but the old Time Lord couldn’t help himself from venturing a gaze at your beautiful lips.
“Kiss me.” The Master whispered, desperation dripping from his voice. You almost couldn’t believe that this was happening. Someone as powerful as The Master, who could take whatever he wanted with ease, was giving you the power in this situation. He had made a demand, yes, but he gave you full control over his emotions and hearts by giving you the option to choose what you were to do next. You would have to make your next move carefully.
“Only if you beg for it.” The Master rolled his eyes but moaned in enjoyment. He quickly covered up his moan with a deep laugh. He couldn’t have you know that he wants you that much. At least not this early in your relationship. He had already given so much away to you.
“You’re fun! I knew that there was a reason why I like you. Despite your idiotic devotion to The Doctor, you aren’t like her other little pets.”
“I thought that you said that you wanted to forget about her?”
“I think that there is only one way to do that, love.” The Master smirked again and this time you joined him in smirking before crashing your lips into his. The Master sighed in relief upon finally feeling your hot mouth against his. Getting needier, The Master held the back of your head firmly and pulled you completely against his chest by his strong arm around your back. You smiled when you felt his already hard cock straining against his plaid trousers. You were certain that this would have gone on much longer if it weren’t for The Doctor shouting for you from a nearby hall. The Master broke away from you angrily.
“Damn it!” The Master growled.
“Leave before she sees us like this. I’ll tell her that you just left me for her to find. You know, just to make her blood boil a bit.” You gently and regretfully tried to push The Master away from you, but he stayed strongly in his spot.
“You better! I want her properly upset given that she so rudely interrupted us.” Despite the urgency of the situation, The Master smiled softly at you like he had never smiled upon you before and then booped your nose with the knuckle of his finger. It was strange seeing him be so loving, but you needed more. The Master whisked himself away dramatically just as you were becoming intoxicated by his presence. He then headed toward his TARDIS, but there was something that you needed to know before he disappeared again.
“Are you going to kidnap me again?” The Master turned back to look at you. He almost seemed shocked by your vulnerability which was a direct contrast to how confident you were minutes before, but he again covered his emotions with a teasing smirk and a wink.
“Only if you beg for it, love.”
“Please kidnap me again, Master.” You wanted him to know that this was more than just a game to you.
“I’ll kidnap you in the most extravagantly beautiful way, my love.” To your shock, The Master bowed to you to highlight his statement.
“Now hurry before she finds us!” The Master blew you a kiss in a final farewell and disappeared into the warmth of his TARDIS. Moments later, the ship dematerialized, but you could feel The Master’s promise to you wafting through the air. This, most definitely, was not the last time you would be seeing The Master.
All Works Masterlist
Ordered by fandom and then by character.
Special Masterlists are linked last.
Doctor Who
Eccleston!Doctor
Working On Requests
Tennant!Doctor
Prank Wars - 17 August 2022
Smith!Doctor
So Where To First? - 2 January 2023
Ganger!Doctor
I’m Not Him - 4 January 2023
Second Best -
Number One Priority -
Capaldi!Doctor
Touched Starved - 5 January 2023
Speaking Up For Your Needs - 23 February 2023
The Professor Next Door -
Whittaker!Doctor
First Proper Date - 28 October 2022
Impromptu Sleepover - 3 November 2022
Soaked Through To The Bone - 4 November 2022
Feeling Good - 15 November 2022
Runaway Makeout - 27 December 2022
Choosing You - 31 December 2022
New Dress - 17 January 2023
Keep It On - 14 October 2023
Wanted and Needed -
Simm!Doctor
Breakfast And An Alien Attack - 30 September 2024
Dhawan!Doctor
Baked Devotions
Baking Hijinks - 5 September 2022
Scheming Timers - 7 September 2022
Apology Desserts - 9 September 2022
The Master’s Plan - 17 November 2022
An Afternoon With Tea And Books - 20 July 2023
New Attire - 23 July 2023
Changes -
Why Not Me? -
Simm!Master
Borrowed Black Hoodie - 29 October 2022
Soft Spot In The Hearts Of A Murderer - 24 February 2023
Gomez!Master
Exception - 24 August 2022
Taste Testing - 25 August 2022
Sneaking In - 29 August 2022
Never Leave Me - 31 October 2022
Break In Blurb - 2 November 2022
Warm On A Cold Night - 5 November 2022
Jealousy Looks Good On You - 16 November 2022
Secret Date - 26 February 2023
MI6 Agent O
One Good Day - 8 January 2022
O, What A Beautiful Morning - 21 October 2022
Share Your Coat And Jumper - 22 October 2022
Work Hard, Play Hard - 28 February 2023
Dhawan!Master
Frogs and Snails - 8 January 2022
Cuddling Headcanons - 8 January 2022
Protectiveness Headcanons - 8 January 2022
Heartbeat Headache - 28 March 2022
Alone - 29 March 2022
Sneaking Around - 30 March 2022
My Baby Doll - 19 August 2022
Quarantine Breakdown - 20 August 2022
Comfort Cuddles - 21 August 2022
Anything - 22 August 2022
Best Laid Plans Of Monsters And Masters - 28 August 2022
You Don’t Mean It - 31 August 2022
Sneaking Around Part 2 - 4 September 2022
Quiet Morning After A Disturbed Date - 18 October 2022
Library Day - 19 October 2022
A Little Thought - 26 October 2022
You Are More Than Your Failings - 27 October 2022
Fall For Me - 28 October 2022
Beg For It - 30 October 2022
Get Some Rest, Love - 11 November 2022
Trust In Me - 12 November 2022
Kidnapping Dates - 18 November 2022
My Brave Little Human - 19 November 2022
And His Heart Grew Three Sizes That Day - 25 December 2022
Look To The Future Now - 25 December 2022
My Baby Doll Part 2 - 22 February 2023
Drumming Noise Inside My Head - 1 March 2023
Torturous Flirting - 2 March 2023
Lie Down With Me - 6 March 2023
Belle Of The Ball - 29 March 2023
Safety Over Teamwork - 22 July 2023
Tell Me That I Belong To You - 12 October 2023
Back In The Old Cemetary - 16 October 2024
Stay With Me -
Please Don’t Leave Me -
Collectible Remains -
Something Happens And I’m Head Over Heels -
As The World Falls Down -
Tennant!Master
Working On Requests
Whittaker!Master
Back Against The Wall - 18 August 2022
Secret Lover - 3 September 2022
Plus One - 1 November 2022
Attempted Backstabbing - 4 March 2023
First Kiss -
First Time -
Why Not Me? -
Martha Jones
Bedside Manner - 5 March 2023
Our Flag Means Death
Frenchie
Sunlight - 11 April 2022
Strings and Makeshift Patches - 19 April 2022
Kissing Frenchie’s Hands - 20 April 2022
Edward Teach x Reader x Stede Bonnet
Waking Up Beside The Two Of You - 8 January 2023
Stranger Things
Eddie Munson
Shower Detox - 6 June 2022
Aftercare, I Love You - 28 December 2022
Breakfast Not In Bed - 3 January 2023
The Band Ghost
Phantom
You've Got Good Dreams - 15 October 2023
X-Men
Peter Maximoff
Dark Side Of The Moon - 1 January 2023
Special Masterlists
Autumnal Bash Masterlist 2024
Borrowed Black Hoodie
Simm!Master x Reader
Summary - The reader finds The Master’s hoodie and he doesn’t have the heart to ask for it back.
Warnings - nothing, just fluff
Word Count - 957
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I’m making this a fic about my personal AU where The Doctor didn’t regenerate, and he and The Master travelled together post-EOT. This is just my maladaptive daydream since I was ten and I need it.
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The Master grumbled under his breath as he sauntered into the library. The Doctor had just taunted him about his crush on you, said crush which The Master always denied having. Yet, the old Time Lord found himself seeking you out whenever The Doctor got like this The Master could complain about his old friend to you. Today was no different. The Master knew that you would be in the library, because you often lounged there, and he was so excited to rant to you. However, when he found you in a comfy chair by the roaring fire you were fast asleep.
Initially, upon seeing you, The Master wished to wake you up. His rant about The Doctor’s crazy theories needs to be heard after all. But when he looked at you, so comfy and unaware and innocent. The Master couldn’t bring himself to wake you up just because of his own selfish reasons. So, instead, he did everything he could to make you more comfortable.
The Master searched for a blanket within the vast library and finally, he saw one. The Master brought it back to where you were and placed it over you. The Master stood back and looked at you. You still didn’t look as comfortable as you could. So he fetched yet another blanket and tucked you snuggly into both.
The Master, then, was about to leave, but that still didn’t feel just right. He felt a growing warmth of sentimentality flow through him. He knew what he would have to do, not just because the Time Lord wanted to be possessive over you, but because he had to make sure that his, hopefully, future partner was warm. The Master sighed dramatically and shuffled out of his old and well-worn hoodie. He placed the item of clothing over the blankets. In your sleep-filled state, you unknowing cuddled the hoodie closer to yourself. The Master stared at you longingly for a moment as another warm feeling spread through his hearts. Upon realizing how real his feelings for you were, however, The Master rushed out of the library to deal with his feelings alone.
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You woke up randomly. Fragments of a dream about The Master floated through your head as you tried to place your surroundings. The library. That’s where you were. Yes, you remembered reading a new book a couple of hours ago. You had known that you should have gone back to your room, given how tired you were, but you were so enraptured by the story you were consuming that you just couldn’t stop. At least, The TARDIS lit a fire for you in your sleep.
You then noticed the blankets on top of you and the black hoodie you were cuddling. You didn’t remember those being here with you when you had fallen asleep. When did those get here? Despite your initial confusion, you shrugged the well-loved hoodie, that mostly smelled of smoke, over your head and made your way out of the library. You stumbled from the library toward your room. However, in your tiredness, you were unaware of The TARDIS changing the halls around. You were confused again when you walked into the console room, but you tried to just focus on your cosy awaiting bed and not the curious eyes of your two alien travelling companions.
“Y/n, is everything alright?” The Doctor asked from the far side of the console. The Master glared at this interaction, mostly because The Doctor forced his old friend to stay in the console room with him while he did some research, but also just general jealousy over your friendship with The Doctor.
“Yes, I just fell asleep in the library. So, I was going to head to my room.”
“Well, have a good night.” The Doctor smiled at you before catching a jealous look from The Master
“Goodnight, Master. Goodnight, Doctor.” This caught The Master’s attention. You said goodnight to him first despite him not saying a word to you. Maybe The Doctor’s teasing was telling the truth when he said that you indeed like The Master.
He waved a sweet goodnight to you and then watched as you sleepily stumbled through the halls toward your room. He wondered if he should run up behind you and carry you the rest of the way. The Master didn’t want you stumbling, falling, or hurting yourself in your tired state.
“Isn’t that your hoodie?” The Doctor commented once you were far enough away from the console room. The Master nodded.
“Then why didn’t you ask for it back?” The Master missed The Doctor’s knowing smirk as he continued to watch over you protectively.
“They’re barely awake. Why would I want to make them uncomfortable when they are hardly even conscious?” The Master turned and glared at his old friend. He was getting incredibly close to throwing a shoe at the Doctor’s head.
“You just want to see them in something of yours.”
“Do not!”
“Don’t lie! You’re the most possessive Time Lord I know!”
“And you are the most possessive Time Lord I know!”
The Doctor huffed and rolled his eyes; fighting back would have been nonsensical given how argumentative the two of them usually were, and The Doctor sensed that things seemed to be clearer in The Master’s mind now.
The Doctor moved around the console and plotted out some coordinates. However, he couldn’t help but sneak a couple of glances at the clearly lovesick Master staring protectively at you as you finally made it to your room. The Doctor really needed to get the two of you together before his head exploded. He couldn’t stand to watch this oblivious back-and-forth mutual pining game you and The Master played with each other.
Fall For Me
Dhawan!Master x Reader
Summery - The Master kidnaps The Reader in order to get to know you and so as to not go to an extravagant ball alone.
Based On This Request -
Warning - references to canon typical violence, kidnapping, hypnotism without consent, some suggestive bits so 18 plus please, me making up random galaxies
Word Count - 1842
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! Also, I’ll link The Doctor version of this ask here, in case you would like to read that one as well.
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The Master was a fan of fine dining and loud demonstrations of wealth, as he always had been. He was used to that lifestyle, thanks to his parent's prestige and station on Gallifrey. Since the Time War and his banishment from his home planet, The Master obviously had to seek power in more manipulative ways and his ending up possessing wealth wasn’t always guaranteed.
The Master had schemed for years trying to gain a proficient foothold in the royal court of the Purpur galaxy. Now he was the king of his own planet and what else was there for him to do? Naturally, The Master went back to messing with The Doctor and this time, she had a companion The Master actually enjoyed. The Master kidnapped you and brought you to his kingdom in order to impress you in the best way he knew how: power and wealth. If The Master got you to fall in love with him that would be the ultimate slap in the face of The Doctor, and he would no longer be alone.
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You awoke in an extravagantly detailed lavender bedroom with gold filigree on the wall and dressed in the comfiest and most expensive-looking clothes you had ever seen, let alone worn. The last thing you remembered was fire and loud explosives and the hypnotic brown eyes, filled with desire and warmth, of a beautiful stranger.
You fumbled, panicked, out of the large bed you had woken up in and fell onto the floor, just as the said stranger walked through the door of the room. He offered you a good morning which you ignored. You had no idea what was going on.
“What is this place?”
“My kingdom. Specifically, my palace. You are safe here.” You finally took a proper look at the beautiful stranger. He looked so calm and friendly, but something felt off.
“You’re The Master, aren’t you?”
“So, The Doctor did mention me, I was hoping that she hadn’t.” The stranger, the Master, seemed put off by this information. He walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind himself. You clung onto the closest bedpost, filled with fear and confusion. If The Master was planning on hurting you, there was nowhere for you to go.
“The Doctor said that you were destitute and desperately destroying everything in your path in a vain attempt to feel something.”
“Maybe you should get to know me first and develop your own opinion of me, instead of solely listening to The Doctor.” The Master walked closer to you until he was directly across from where you were huddled on the floor. He then crouched down to look you in the eye.
“What do you want then? If torturing isn’t the plan for today.”
“I would like you to accompany me to the gathering I am hosting two evenings from now. In between now and then, you may do whatever you like as long as you don’t go contacting The Doctor or her little pets.”
“That’s it?” You were sceptical.
“Yeah, pretty much. Also, breakfast is ready if you would like something to eat. You must be exhausted, love.”
“I am pretty hungry.” You were pretty sure The Master had hypnotised you. There was plenty of evidence to suggest that. Your stomach growled and your head was heavy, and your body was weak.
“I can escort you. Or I can have a guard do that.”
“A guard, please.” The Master nodded, a little sadly, but accepted your request. He needed you to like him. If he moved too quickly or too controlling, you would never trust him.
“They will be up in a moment, love.” The Master stood up, walked to the door and bowed to you before leaving the bedroom to inform a guard that you would be needing their assistance.
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The breakfast was divine. As was every meal you consumed during your time at The Master’s palace. You were sceptical, of course, everything The Doctor had told you about The Master was that he could manipulate anyone in the most unique ways, and he already hypnotised you once, who said that he wouldn’t do it again? However, The Master just seemed to want to take care of you. He made sure that you ate proper meals, had relaxing baths with expensive soaps, and gifted you the finest clothes. The Doctor never seemed to care about those things. She always forgot when you and her other Human companions needed to eat or sleep and even though minimalism can be a fine aesthetic, The Doctor almost seemed to look down on you collecting various things from your adventures. In your few days with The Master, you had already collected a stack of books, various gemmed jewellery, and random alien artefacts that The Master gave you after explaining the story behind how he got them.
Tonight was the night of the ball. After dinner with The Master, you took a long bath before getting dressed for the party. When you exited the steamy bathroom, you saw a beautiful outfit laid out on your bed ready for you to wear. You got dressed in the majority of the clothes yourself, despite a couple of laces on the back. But then you heard a knock on the door which broke you out on your thoughts about how the night would unfold.
“Come in.” You heard the door to your bedroom open and shut and footsteps walking toward you. You knew that it was The Master. You tried to ignore his eyes on your back as you tried to tie the laces on your outfit.
“You look absolutely beautiful, love.” The Master finally spoke. He brought his hands up and tightened and tied the laces for you.
“Thank you for the outfit.”
“Of course. I’ve got to dress up someone as stunning as you in an extravagant outfit that could match your beauty.” The Master continued to tuck and pull and adjust your outfit until he seemed happy with it.
“There. You look perfect.” The Master smiled at you, then jolted as he remembered something.
“One last thing!” The Master pulled out a long cloak from his bigger on the inside pocket and draped it across you to where it was tied across your chest and the cloak was draped over your left shoulder.
“There. Now the outfit is complete. Are you ready for tonight?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” The Master took what he could get from you. He knew that getting you to love him was going to be a challenge, a challenge he was excited about. But he knew that you would fall for him. He could sense it. It would just take some time.
The Master escorted you from your bedroom to the upper level of the castle that led down to the ballroom. He then led you down the marble staircase with his gloved hand and showed you off to his rich guests. After greeting and meeting with some of the guests, The Master pulled you further into the ballroom and manoeuvred you, so your left hand was placed on The Master’s shoulder and your right hand was softly placed in his left hand. The Master then placed his right hand firmly on the small of your back and pulled you close to his chest.
You didn’t know how to respond to this. You were attracted to The Master, absolutely, but he was The Doctor’s enemy. He tried to hurt her, what if he tried to hurt you?
The Master guided you through the dance that you didn’t know. You tried your best, but even The Master’s firm grip on your body couldn’t always help you perform the dance properly.
Adding to your distractions was The Master himself. He was dressed in a tight dark purple suit with black and obsidian accents. You could smell the dark and hypnotic cologne he wore. And his eyes. They were always on you. Either staring into your eyes, ghosting over your body, or devouring your lips in his mind. It was mesmerizing having someone’s attention on you so intently. But then, as you stared back into The Master’s desire-filled eyes, you stumbled over The Master’s feet and fell into his strong arms.
“Easy there, love. I can’t have you falling for me so hard that I can’t reap the rewards later.” You didn’t even catch The Master’s insinuation until much after the fact.
“I’m not the most knowledgeable when it comes to dancing.” You stumbled again.
“Or the most skilful when it comes to balancing.”
“Luckily, I am here to guide you.” The Master winked at you and gripped your body tighter in order to have greater control of your movements.
The orchestra then began playing a softer, slower song. The Master leaned closer to your face. You could feel his hot breath on your cheek. It felt like he was wanting to kiss you. You knew that you weren’t ready for that, even though you were growing to like the alien. Instead, you leaned forward and rested your body against The Master’s. You felt his body tense, not in anger or rejection, but in shock. He assumed that you were going to deny his advances outright. The Master happily wrapped his arms around you and rested his head against yours. You could feel his strong arms continuing to guide you through the alien dance, preventing you from falling or stumbling again.
The rest of the night was similar to this and more fun than you had anticipated. You met tons of new people from dozens of planets that you had never heard of before, you had delicious alien foods and drinks, and The Master taught you so many new dances and caught you whenever you stumbled or wobbled, but eventually, the night had to end. After all of the guests either left for their own planets or went to their guest rooms for the night, The Master escorted you to your room.
“Thank you for accompanying me. This gathering would have been absolutely boring without you there.” You could feel The Master toying with the laces of your outfit playfully.
“It was a very fun night, Master. I’m not going to say thank you for kidnapping me, but I did have fun with you.” The Master smiled genuinely at you, but then his face became solemn and serious.
“Get some rest, love. I, unfortunately, have to take you back to The Doctor tomorrow and I assume she will exhaust with questions.” The Master took your face in his hands and kissed your forehead before turning away from you.
“Do you have to take me back?” You asked, surprising even yourself.
“I’ll kidnap you again soon.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” The Master sent you a wink before entering the room across from yours. Was he staying in that room the entire time you had been here? Maybe you would have to pay The Master a visit in the middle of the night if you were unable to sleep.
First Proper Date
Whittaker!Doctor x Reader
Summary - The Doctor takes The Reader on your first proper date since beginning to date, and this time nothing is going to interrupt the two of you.
Based On This Request -
Warnings - some suggestive stuff, so 18 + please, references to canon typical violence, some references to 13’s Era trauma but could take place at any point in time in the plot, me making up random planets
Word Count - 810
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by a lovely anon. I hope that you enjoy it! Also, I’ll link The Master version of this ask here, in case you would like to read that one as well.
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It took so long for you and The Doctor to begin dating. You loved the back-and-forth flirting and then immediate bashfulness that occurred between the two of you, but the constant embarrassment and miscommunication getting between you and Gallifreyan were infuriating. Not to mention all of The Doctor’s enemies and past making your relationship strained or unable to move forward. Finally, however, everything suddenly seemed calm, and you and The Doctor could just be yourselves without the threat of your relationship being stolen away.
The Doctor wanted everything to be a surprise. She wanted your first real date night with each other since becoming a couple to be sweet and romantic; she wanted to fully express how much she loved and cared for you. The Doctor planned to take you to the planet Amares, the first place you had travelled to with The Doctor. She would rent out a beautiful hotel suite and cook you a delicious picnic dinner for the two of you to eat on the balcony of the room, overlooking the scenic planet. Then later, the two of you could explore the planet, go sightseeing, relax, or do anything the two of you wished,
However, The Doctor wasn’t the best cook. She was trying to practice the meal she would cook for you, but it ended up in smoke. You had run out of your room assuming that something had gone wrong with the console only to find The Doctor trying desperately to put out a fire on the kitchen stove. After helping your goofy, well-meaning partner clean up the disaster she made, you pried the reason for all of this commotion out of The Doctor.
And despite how much The Doctor wished to do everything for you on the date, you eventually convinced The Doctor to allow you to cook for the event.
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The day of your date finally arrived. The food was properly, and safely, cooked. Both you and The Doctor were dressed in fancy clothes. And you had packed up all the necessities for the small trip. Since both of you were quite hungry, you set up the picnic and ate the delicious meal as soon as you arrived in the room.
After being fully fed, The Doctor pulled you up from where you were sitting. You assumed that she wanted to look at the scenery of the beautiful planet, but she ended up placing her other hand on the small of your back and began swaying with you back and forth.
“I’m not exactly the best dancer, Doctor.” You warned.
“Neither am I.” The Doctor responded in a carefree manner.
“Really?”
“Really. I have had so long to learn but never have. Maybe we could learn together?”
“I would love that, Doctor!”
In your excitement you stumbled, accidentally hitting one of The Doctor’s feet and losing your balance. The Doctor quickly grabbed you around your waist to stabilise you, but she didn’t plan far enough ahead to counteract your weight. She fell backwards onto her back, bringing you with her. Luckily, the two of you landed on some blankets and pillows.
“Sorry.” You mumbled into The Doctor’s shoulder.
“No! This is brilliant!” The Doctor was smiling so wide, her nose was scrunched, and she was giggling harder than you had ever seen her giggle before.
“How is this brilliant? I fell on top of you, Doctor!”
“Exactly, on top of me.” You felt your face heat up upon realizing the implication. You wanted to move forward with The Doctor in that way, but neither of you had discussed adding a sexual dynamic to your relationship before today.
“I can move if you want.”
“I don’t want you to move, Y/n. I love seeing you like this.” The Doctor smiled happily and brushed her hand against your face. She loved having you so close, but then she remembered to make sure you were okay with all of this, too.
“But if you want to move you can. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by moving too quickly!” She quickly became frantic. The last thing she wanted was to cause you to become uncomfortable because of her absentmindedness.
“How about we move to a more comfortable place, Doctor? Like the couch or the bed or we could even go back to The TARDIS.”
“We should definitely move to the bed. As long as you -” You cut The Doctor off with a kiss.
“I am very comfortable, Doctor. I want to move forward with you.”
You smiled down at your perfect partner and she smiled back at you. The Doctor then flipped you over. She then picked you up from the floor and carried you to the bed where the two of you spent the majority of the day learning the best ways to express your love for each other in a new way.
If you have time can you please do something with Dhawan master or thirteenth doctor (up to you) dancing with (they/them) reader, reader stumbles a bit as they dance but is trying their best (headcannon or oneshot whatever is easier for you/what you want to do❤️)
How about both?! I made both.
The Dhawan!Master version is a bit darker than the Whittaker!Doctor version, but I hope that you enjoy both. Thank you so much for requesting! I really enjoyed writing both of these.💜
Fall For Me - Dhawan!Master x Reader Version
First Proper Date - Whittaker!Doctor x Reader Version
You Are More Than Your Failings
Dhawan!Master x Reader
Summary - The Reader comforts The Master after his plans are ruined again.
Warnings - The Master being upset/sad/depressed/self-deprecating, self-harm on The Master’s part (repeated hitting), mentions of canon typical violence
Word Count - 1123
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. This was totally inspired by a dream I had. It was a great dream that ended up turning batshit, but the part where I was comforting The Master made my heart flutter. I hope that you enjoy this self-indulgent fic!
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The Master failed again. He had spent months on this scheme, and he failed. Just like so many schemes before. Why couldn’t he just win? For once?
The Master tossed his dirty and burnt shirt into a pile of similarly burnt and destroyed shirts. He then removed each other item of clothing that he was wearing and tossed each piece into its own separate pile of burnt and destroyed clothes from past adventures and schemes. He always made a promise to repair his clothes, but he had yet to get around to finishing the said task.
The Master, like today, would just tread off to the bathroom in order to take a long shower after a failed scheme and would forget about repairing his belongings. Now completely unclothed, The Master turned on the shower and waited until it was warm to step inside.
Once he washed all the dirt and soot and grease and blood from his body, The Master let the water cascade down his face. He thought about the day and the scheme and all the ways he failed. The thoughts wouldn’t stop, they just kept flowing like the water of the shower. The Master banged his head against the tile of the bathroom in an attempt to get the thoughts to stop. He tasted salt. He was crying. He hit his head with his fist a couple of times before trying to calm down.
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You woke up to the sound of the shower running. This wasn’t a great sign. If The Master succeeded in his plans, he would usually wake you up to tell you the “good” news. If something went wrong, he would usually stay to himself, hide away in his mind and berate himself. Of course, every after-scheme cooldown was different. The Master knew what he needed. So, if he needed a quiet shower to come down from a successful scheme carried out, you wouldn’t interrupt him, and you would be there if he needed you. However, previous experiences made you wary and cautious of The Master’s possible sensitive emotions.
The Master eventually walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and another tossed around his shoulders. The Master looked over at you, looked away, then did a double take and jumped upon noticing that you were awake and staring at him. You apologised but The Master just waved you off and moved further into the bedroom in order to get dressed. After he was fully dressed, he just stood and stared at one of his wardrobes. He didn’t know what to do now that you were awake and was starting to panic.
You could sense that something was wrong, so you removed yourself from the soft bed. You grabbed an old hoodie to wear over your sleep clothes to stay warm before moving to where The Master stood. You didn’t really need to talk, both of you knew what was going on. The Master looked at you for a moment solemnly, while you caressed his arms and chest before he fell into your embrace. Both of you stood holding each other like that for a moment in silence while you rubbed his back and massaged his scalp until you got an idea.
You pulled back for a moment and told The Master to wait for a second before completely ripping yourself away from The Master's wanting grasp. You grabbed a spare weighted blanket and then pulled The Master along behind you out of your shared bedroom and into the hall of The TARDIS.
“Where are we going, Y/n?” He sounded so sad and defeated. You just wanted to make him feel better.
“You’ll see.”
You smiled to try and give The Master some comfort and you pressed a caring kiss to the back of his hand. You led your partner to the patio of the house that The TARDIS made her outer shell present as. You sat on the large outdoor sofa and wrapped a blanket around yourself. When The Master didn’t join you right away, you spread your legs and patted the sofa between them informing The Master to take a seat there. He slowly and solemnly moved toward you and took a seat between your legs. His back hunched into your stomach.
You wrapped your body, and the weighted blanket, around The Master’s back. He sighed contently. The weight and pressure being placed on his shoulders grounded him and his chaotic mind. You kissed The Master’s shoulders. You spent plenty of time showing love to his shoulder blades, the top of his shoulders, and the top of his spine before kissing up his neck and placing one final kiss on his cheek. You wrapped your arms tighter around him and rest your head against his.
“You are so strong, Master. I am so proud of you. I am always proud of you. I love you so much.”
“You don’t have to do this.” He closed his eyes. You just wanted to help him feel even the tiniest bit better.
“I want to. However, you need me, I want to help you. And you deserve the praise, you always deserve the praise, Master. You are so good and kind to me.”
“You’re the kind one, love.” The Master jolted to face you. You were the one good think he had in his life.
“You need this, I don’t deserve to be praised for doing basic things.”
“I just want you to know that I appreciate you and everything that you have ever done for me. I know that I can be a burden sometimes.”
“You are never a burden, Master.” He only huffed and turned back to look at the Universe in response. You kissed The Master’s cheek and nuzzled into his neck while mumbling praises.
“Do you want to talk about anything?”
“Not yet. I just want to be here with you.”
“Okay. I’ll always be here when you are ready.”
The Master slumped his head against yours and you could feel him telepathically prodding your mind. You let him inside. The Master couldn’t properly form the care and the appreciation he had for you into words without being self-deprecating, so he just wanted you to feel his unadulterated emotions. You felt his love, his thanks, his promises to return the favour, his hope for happiness, and his calmness from being in your arms. You felt it all. You felt all he had to offer you.
You kissed The Master all over again and held him so tightly. The two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours, just watching the Universe unfold before you while comforting and loving each other through everything that was thrown your way.
I love dark/possessive/toxically desperate Dhawan!Master like everyone else. Hypnotism and kidnapping fics where The Master is pleading with you and corrupting you into turning against The Doctor are so fun.
However
I love the idea of The Master just being so dorky and desperate for your attention and love. Like he's just grasping at straws to figure out what Human mating rituals are because he loves you, but he just fails every time.
"Do you want some [insert priceless alien jewellery that he may or may not have stolen]?”
"How about some books?” (They are texts he translated from old Gallifreyan to English. They could be fairy tales he grew up on or in-depth essays about Time Lord courting rituals. He wrote them in a manic state, so they are very messy, but he also wrote cute notes in the margins!)
"Or [insert strange random alien fruit that even he discovered recently after reading a book that he thought was about Humans but was actually about slime people at 3am]?”
"Do you want rocks? I hear Humans like rocks! Your planet is named Earth after all!”
"Just take the rock.” (It’s a thirteen-foot-tall crystal that he dug out of the depths of some Earth cave.)
"I want you to have the rock.”
"Keep the rock” (The TARDIS had to turn her floors into a conveyer belt in order to get it from the console room to your room and then she had to expand the door to your room just to get it in there.)
He's just trying so hard to get you to love him and he just doesn't realise that you have no idea what he's talking about or what the romantic connotation of certain alien objects are.
I need to write some Professor!Dhawan!Master fics.
Should I make up an alias, just call him O, or just call him The Professor.
Or was he called something special as this persona in The Power Of The Doctor and I just missed it.
I'm going to be starting a beginner level Astronomy university course soon for my core credits.
This better help me with my Doctor Who fic writing and my personal sci-fi story ideas.
I have fic ideas thanks to The Power of The Doctor.
But an am fragile right now
But if you have ideas or just want to talk about the episode, feel free to reach out!
FUCK!
Today is the day, I guess.
Excuse while I cry my eyes out!
Share Your Coat And Jumper
O x Reader (Dhawan!Master x Reader)
Summary - The Reader gets cold on a day out and finds an inventive way to share O’s clothes
Warnings - Mostly fluff and some innuendos, so 18 plus please. O lying about his true identity, but that’s O for you
Word Count - 802
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested.
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O rarely ever took time off of work. He was offered breaks and holidays throughout the years of working for MI6, but he always refused them and continued his beloved work. Somehow, though, you managed to convince O to take a well-deserved break. There was an autumn festival close to your shared flat with O and you thought that it would be a quiet getaway that he would enjoy.
“It’s quite cold out today. You should probably wear a jacket, or a jumper, at least.” O worriedly said as the two of you prepared to leave for the festival.
“O, I’ll be fine. It’s not that cold.” You boasted as you walked to the door of the flat.
It was so cold. As soon as you walked outside your apartment you felt the bitter cold of the wind rake through your body. O gave you a questioning look before locking up the door, but you brushed him off and began leading him to the festival.
For O’s enjoyment, you were able to hide how cold you were decently well. You constantly had a cup of hot cocoa in your hands, you huddled around heaters, and you always stayed incredibly close to O. You suspected that he knew what you were hiding, though, but you weren’t going to admit anything to your sometimes prideful roommate. Your coldness didn’t matter, what mattered was that O had a fun and relaxing break from work.
You were successful in that, at least. O loved the autumn festival. He loved the free cocoa and cider. He loved the corn maze. He loved hay bale ride. He loved pumpkin picking and pumpkin carving. He especially loved the autumnal food and the almost Hallmark movie-like autumnal aesthetic visible everywhere. To your surprise, O even loved the carnival rides and festival games scattered around the fairgrounds. You were so happy that he was having fun and smiling.
By the end of the evening, though, you couldn’t handle the cold anymore. O wanted to see the fireworks and because this was supposed to be his break from work, you had to stay to make him happy.
You shuffled impossibly closer to O as the two of you watched the fireworks. O gave you a questioning and suspicious look, just like he had before the two of you left the flat, but you elected to ignore it. You finished your current cup of hot cacao and threw the paper cup into the recycling bin. You couldn’t help but look longingly at O, he looked so happy and relaxed. You wished that you could make him this happy all the time. You also wished that he wasn’t so stressed because of his job. At least, you could cheer him up on days like this.
A big gush of wind breezed through the festival and your body caused you to shiver and shake and get distracted from longing after O. But then, once you recovered from the breeze, an idea appeared in your brain. You manoeuvred closer to O and snuck your hands under his jumper. You hugged him and rested your head on O’s shoulder.
“What are you doing?” O asked, confused yet overall unbothered by this new development.
“My hands are cold.”
“But you’re hugging me.”
“The rest of me is cold, too.” O chuckled, which rumbled through you, He wrapped his arms around you, causing his coat to also wrap itself around you too and give you some more warmth. This definitely was the best way to watch the fireworks in the cold together.
“Told you so.” O commented superciliously.
“Okay, Mr Spy, no need to gloat. You must have a super secret, super sciency, alien gadget that fell from the sky that you and your people thought was a weapon but was actually just a weather machine.”
“No, nothing like that. I just watch the news and actually listen to the weather person when they are speaking.”
“Hmm, I don’t believe you. You must have some alien tech.” O chuckled again at your stubborn statement.
“Next time you should just listen to me when I tell you to wear something warmer.”
“Or you could just make me do as you say.” You felt O tense around you, so you looked up at him innocently. His pupils were blown out and his mouth gaped in shock. You were worried that you had ruined the day and everything between the two of you with that comment and you were about to apologise until O spoke.
“Do you want to head home a bit early? You know, to continue my break from work celebrations in a more … private … environment.” A sweet yet suggestive smirk etched itself upon O’s beautiful face.
“I would absolutely love that, O. Anything to help you relax.”
O, What a Beautiful Morning
O x Reader - Dhawan!Master x Reader
Summary - Waking up in bed with O on a rainy day
Warnings - Implications of sex. Minors DNI, please! O lying about his true identity
Word Count - 538
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested.
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A dim light snuck into the bedroom through the opening of the curtain. You could hear the pitter-patter of rain softly hitting the roof. Even though the day was rainy and cloudy, the light peeking through the curtain was still too bright. You turned over in bed with a soft groan and settled back into the softness of your mattress.
The arm of your partner, O, snaked around your middle and he massaged his hand up and down your spine. He moved closer to you. O bumped your nose with his then kissed your forehead gently. He was always more awake in the mornings compared to you. Sometimes you wondered if he even slept.
“Good morning, love.”
“Good morning.” You grumbled while curling sleepily into O’s chest and clutching up his sleep shirt in your hand.
“How did you sleep?”
“Very well. Had many dreams of you.”
“Oh really?” O always seemed intrigued to hear about your dreams.
“Yes, in one you were an alien. In another, we were travelling in space and time together. And in another, you were conquering an alien planet after just killing the emperor of said planet. Crazy, right?”
“Astounding. You must be starving after all those adventurous dreams, I can make you some breakfast if you’d like.” In your tired state, you were blissfully unaware of O’s worried tone as he quickly tried to steer the conversation away from your unknowingly accurate dreams.
“No, I want you to stay here with me!” You sleepily grumbled in a childish manner. You brought the hand that was holding part of O’s shirt to wrap around him, so he couldn't leave. Not like he would want to leave you, but you still found this measure necessary in your sleepy, hazy state.
“Then I could read you the next chapter of the book we were reading.”
“I might fall asleep if you do that.”
“I should do everything in my power to keep you awake, in that case.” O curled into you some more and nipped at your neck affectionately. That jolted you to alertness.
“O! How forward! I must be rubbing off on you.” You braved a quick peck to the outer corner of O’s mouth before falling back into his arms.
“In more ways than one.” O continued to tease. He always had these small random moments of forwardness that seemed a bit out of character, but O was entertaining no matter how he was acting. So, you didn’t always mind the change.
“You are determined to keep me awake, aren’t you, Mr Spy?”
“Unfortunately for you, yes I am. So, what would you like to do this morning, my love?”
“How about we stay in bed so I may rub off on you some more, making us plenty hungry so we can make breakfast together.” You smiled innocently, hoping that O would give in to your request. O had a hard time saying no to you, so him turning you down was a rarity, but you still felt the need to put on the innocent act.
“That sounds absolutely delicious, love.” A smile spread across both of your faces as the two of you celebrated the beautiful rainy morning together in domestic bliss.
I got my flu shot and my most recent covid booster yesterday at the same time. And even though I am very happy that I am taking care of my health and I completely wiped out right now!
I did have an amazing fever dream of Dhawan!Master, though. So that’s a big plus!
Maybe if I keep writing Dhawan!Master fluff nothing bad will happen to him in The Power Of The Doctor
Library Day
Dhawan!Master x Reader
Summary - Relaxing with The Master in the library
Warnings - nothing, just fluff
Word Count - 538
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested.
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You and The Master had been relaxing all day in the library, as you normally did on your days off. The Master, in particular, enjoyed leisurely days around the TARDIS library after his attempts to conquer a planet either failed or succeeded. Despite his expensive nature and his possessive streak that would cause the renegade Time Lord to show you off in decadent situations, The Master loved lazy days just existing in your presence. And, to him, there was nothing more calming than a good book and being with the person you love most.
You, however, were feeling incredibly restless today. Being exhausted the night before and collapsing into bed with The Master did nothing to kill your adrenaline from the adventure the two of you went on. Even though being in The Master’s presence was quite enjoyable when he was reading, he would always make the most adorable facial reactions to the text before him, you didn’t feel like you could sit still all that long without The Master paying some sort of attention to you.
You started bobbing your foot up and down in the air. Which did distract your mind a bit, but then you couldn’t concentrate on your book. You huffed and closed the book and waited for The Master to notice your bored state. Which he, unfortunately, did not. You softly kicked your foot out to touch The Master’s thigh. His head finally popped up from the book he was devouring. You saw in his eyes that he was questioning your action. You just continue to slide your foot up and down his leg. He tilted his head to the side to nonverbally tell you that he needed a bit more information in order to help you with whatever predicament you might have.
“I want attention.” Instantly, a smirk spread across The Master’s face.
“Come here, love.” Maybe a bit overeagerly, you crawled across the couch and nestled into The Master’s chest.
“Better now.”
“Much better.” You nuzzled further into The Master’s chest, happy to finally have attention and physical affection. You snuck your hand up his chest and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. When The Master didn’t question you, you unbuttoned the next button. You then played with his chest hair and drew random things on his chest with your finger while looking at the book he was reading. It was in some alien language that you couldn’t understand.
“Can you read to me?
“Do you want your book or mine?”
“Either one. I just want to hear your voice and be held by you.” The Master chose to read the book you had chosen aloud to the two of you. Even if he had chosen to read the book he was reading in its native language, he doubted that you would want to hear about the bloody and devastating slaughter of Skullhorn 3A-32. The Master would instead relish in the feeling of having you close to him, devouring his words and being completely consumed by his presence.
“I love you, Y/n.” The Master muttered above you after finishing a chapter.
“I love you more, Master.”
“Impossible, my little Human.” The Master kissed your forehead and returned to reading.
Quiet Morning After A Disturbed Date
Dhawan!Master x Reader
Summary - Just sharing a moment in the morning with The Master.
Warnings - fluff, but mentions of canon typical violence
Word Count - 484
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I hope that you enjoy!
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Yesterday was stressful. It was supposed to be relaxing, but like many outings with The Master, it turned chaotic incredibly quickly. An old enemy of The Master, who he actually assumed to be dead, saw you and The Master walking around an alien market that the two of you had gone to for a date. The old enemy immediately called for backup and began firing and trying to kill the two of you. Thankfully, you and The Master were quite close to his TARDIS and The Master quickly piloted his ship far away from the disturbance.
The Master instantly tried to calm you down. The outing was supposed to do that, but The Master would make do with his labyrinthine ship. The two of you ended up making and eating a lovely meal together and watched a couple of movies, the two of you even played hide and seek before relaxing in a massive bubble bath at the end of the day.
You woke up the next morning calm and relaxed and completely in love, and so did The Master. Neither of you had any worries about your ruined date the day before. You curled into The Master’s chest and uttered a good morning, which the Time Lord eagerly replied to in his deeper sleepy morning voice that you adored. The two of you talked for a bit about your dreams, the previous day, and how well you slept before falling into a comfortable silence.
You softly brought your pointer finger down the curve of The Master’s nose. He closed his eyes at the gentle feeling. Through that small gesture, he could feel all of your love for him pouring out of you and into him. It was almost funny how absurd this situation was to him. He never could imagine someone would end up loving him this much. If he discovered that a person felt this much love for him, he would have laughed and used their passion to his advantage. But you were different. So special. So divine in the eyes of that old alien.
You booped The Master’s nose, causing him to escape the grasp his thoughts had on him a moment ago. The Master gently took and held your hand. Then he brought your index finger to his lips.
“I love you, Y/n.”
“I love you more, Master.” The Master tried to disagree with you, but you leap up and covered The Master’s face in kisses upon kisses until he jokingly relented. But he had to make you know how adoringly he felt about you.
“I love you so much, my little Human.”
“I love you mo-” The Master cut you off with a kiss.
“Just take the compliment, love. Let me express my love for you.” You fell into The Master's arms, slightly defeated, but in love, and spent the rest of the morning wrapped in his embrace.
I am very much not ready for The Power of The Doctor. I was excited when we first got the pictures of The Master, but now I just feel sick. There are so many things that I don’t want to happen that I am assuming will happen. It’s making me really anxious. Consuming any Doctor Who content is making my stomach turn.
I will probably be fine after the special airs, but right now I am just stewing in possibilities.
Okay, sorry for being gone a bit. I had a few bad weeks, but I hope to mostly be on top of everything in the future.
I had the weirdest Doctor Who related dream a couple of nights ago.
Dhawan!Master was a TikTok star who loved doing TikTok dances.
Simm!Master was ranting(whining) to Russell T Davies that he portrayed him poorly because The Master would never be sexist or homophobic or transphobic because he comes from a species that can change their gender. Russell T Davies snuck away as soon as Simm!Master was distracted.
Yaz and Dhawan!Master said that we should crash the window of the aircraft we were in because that aircraft was made by Scrooge McDuck and we could sell the glass to the people of Duckburg, but then we ate said glass.
When we made it to the cemetery because we apparently had to stop the villains at a cemetery that was never mentioned before. We found Russell T Davies working with an evil Tennant!Doctor or Tennant!Master trying to resurrect the body of Rassilon. They were all huddled in a creepy mausoleum. And the evil Tennant!Doctor or Tennant!Master was wearing a very cool and campy black floor-length trench coat with white pinstripes. The collar of the coat was very tall and the coat had massive shoulder pads. And he was wearing a tight purple buttoned up shirt.
When Simm!Master saw Russell T Davies again in the mausoleum, he just continued his rant about his poor portrayal in the show.
And then I woke up.
I am now worried for my mental health.
At least Dhawan!Master in my dream constantly stood by my side, held my hand, caressed my body to comfort me, and gave me many forehead kisses.
Had a very fun time during the Ghost live stream earlier today!
Thankfully it didn’t crash like the Spotify Live event!
If anyone wants to watch the stream, it’s still on YouTube.
I highly recommend it if you like either Ghost or Mastodon.
I am writing some notes on an upcoming fic requested by a lovely anon (thank you so much by the way because I love this idea). The fic is similar to The Snowmen/The Bells of Saint John, Eleventh Doctor/Clara storyline, but with Dhawan!Master and The Reader.
But I don’t know where to have the reader in the past be located.
I had an idea about something revolving around Guy Fawkes. Like The Master goes there for a fun relaxing trip to just burn down Parliament, but then he meets the past Reader and falls in love. The Master becomes incredibly protective over The Reader and saves them from being beheaded.
Or something revolving around Shakespeare. I was thinking about the show Will again because I miss it. So, the past Reader was the child of the owner of The Globe theatre. They help out with everything: setting up the stage, working with actors, creating the props, dealing with the bills, and sometimes even acting. The Master goes to The Globe in an attempt to destroy it because he found out that The Doctor likes Shakespeare, but then The Master sees the Reader and abandons his plans in order to spend more time with the Reader.
If anyone has any different ideas about cool things in history that the past Reader could be a part of, I would love to hear your thoughts.
The two ideas that I had have corresponding future lives. Obviously, the present Reader is different from the past Reader, but I want The Master to meet the present Reader when he was reminiscing about the past. So, they meet in a situation that references the past.
I know that I could do something closer to The Snowmen, but I don’t really want the Reader to be a copy of Clara.
Also, the anon who requested this mentioned The Phantom of The Opera, but I don’t know much about French history, other than the obvious French Revolution. But if anyone, especially the anon, wants me to do something referencing The Phantom of The Opera in this fic, please reach out or comment!
I’m really excited about this fic, or fic miniseries, but I am getting so excited that I am getting too many ideas and I can’t think properly. So, any help will be very appreciated! Thank you for listening to my ramble!
I really hate Spotify Live
Apology Desserts
Dhawan!Doctor x Reader
Summary - The Doctor allows you to play your game, all the while planning an intricate and elaborate plan to win your heart.
Link to the first part of this trilogy - Baking Hijinks
Link to the second part of this trilogy - Scheming Timers
Warnings - slightly suggestive, very fluffy
Word Count - 2503
A/n - I hope that you enjoy this!
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You were incredibly gifted in hiding from The Doctor, especially with The TARDIS’s help. But, of course, you didn’t really need The TARDIS’s help to hide. The Doctor had taught you how to hide from danger and monsters and rogue aliens well. He should have suspected that you would have used your newfound skill against him one day. He knew that this wasn’t a menacing act delivered by you, it was more of a tease. If you weren't so mad at him because of his timer-themed tantrum, The Doctor would have tried to persuade you into playing a game of sexy hide ‘n’ seek, that is, if he could ever gain the courage to ask you out on a date first. Or given the current circumstances, if he could find you within his labyrinthian ship and win back your affection.
The Doctor knew that this was a game to provoke something and you were winning. Every second that passed, The Doctor wished to admit so many hidden feelings to you. He also knew that he had to do something big to end this stalemate and regain your favour. The Doctor was currently sitting in his study, having just torn down his planning board dedicated to finding The Master. He made a copy of one of his favourite pictures of the two of you and nailed it to the centre of the cleared board. He prepared to plan out the best way to woo you, but he couldn’t help but become distracted by our beautiful face smiling at the camera. The Time Lord smiled sweetly at the memory.
The photo was taken by an alien couple that thought the two of you were the cutest couple they had ever seen, even though you both vehemently denied being together. Despite that, when the picture was being taken, you held onto The Doctor so tightly. You leaned against him with your whole body and your arm was wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into you. The Doctor firmly kept his arm around your waist, but he resisted your pull completely. The Doctor noticed how your body felt against his, then, and he reconised the feelings that had been floating in his brain for some time. He leant back, almost a bit in shock, and stared in awe at your beautiful face. He couldn’t believe that it took him so long to notice how much you meant to him. That day, The Doctor knew that he was in love with you.
Your smile, in the photo and the memory, was infectious. The Doctor couldn’t stop looking at it! You were so excited and happy to be on that planet with him, exploring and existing in his world without fear or hesitation. Now that the doctor was looking at the picture more closely, he noticed something new. You could clearly see The Doctor looking longingly at your face, his eyes shining brightly with affection toward you. Looking back on it, that probably added to the alien couple’s assumption that the two of you were in love with each other, at least on The Doctor’s part. He mentally kicked himself for acting like a shy lovesick puppy, incapable of saying his feelings, but always following you around, instead of acting on his feelings, but he was determined to fix that now. The Doctor collected some strings and connected the dots between things you loved and things you and The Doctor shared together. He knew what he had to do to show that you should be with him.
The Doctor then went out on a little shopping adventure, coming back with items sold in bulk, hauling them toward his study. The Doctor told The TARDIS to keep you away from his private kitchen if you were to venture out. He did not think that you would break, but he wanted his surprise to not be spoiled in any way. True to her word, The TARDIS kept you away from The Doctor as he laid out his plan.
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You were beginning to grow bored with your plan. You really cared for The Doctor, more than you had ever cared for anyone. You loved The Doctor. That was obvious now. Before the moment when you really first showed your feelings when the two of you almost kissed in his private kitchen, you had always suppressed your feelings for him. You were rerouting that action, now. Maybe if you had confessed your feelings sooner then you wouldn’t be alone in your room wallowing now.
You sat in the middle of your room, staring at a picture of you and The Doctor on a tourist planet. The picture that the alien couple that came up to the pair of you assumed that you were a couple had taken. Of course, both you and The Doctor denied their assumption. It killed you to hear him say that, but then you could clearly see in the picture how The Doctor looked at you adoringly, only adding to your confusion on whether or not The Doctor liked you. You wished that this stalemate would make The Doctor do something, but nothing had happened yet.
You recently asked The TARDIS to let you and The Doctor cross paths, but you could feel The TARDIS prohibiting and rearranging some of your adventures through her walls. You assumed that this was The Doctor not wanting to interact with you. Every moment since that fateful day when you started this stalemate was riddled with anxiety for you. You wondered if you were mistaken about shared feelings.
The Doctor was shy about his past, but you were able to wrangle out some of his stories. The weight of the other companions The Doctor had travelled with and loved ones of The Doctor plagued your mind. You would wake up early in the morning and cringe at the memory of the two of you almost kissing. Voices in your head screamed that The Doctor was uncomfortable by your actions, that you crossed the line and he only ever saw you as a friend, and now because of what you did, he would want you to leave his home, he would want you to leave his life. You knew that he was too kind and adorably awkward to ever ask you to leave, so you thought that it would be kinder to him to do it yourself.
You decided to go to the main kitchen, after multiple attempts to open your door which was somehow locked, in the hope to meet The Doctor and make some hot chocolate and maybe make some cupcakes, as well. You thought that this would prevent you from making a horrible mistake. However, your venture was halted, after The TARDIS finally let you out of your room, when you saw that a chocolate cupcake was placed outside your door, neatly settled inside a purple cupcake wrapper. You knelt down to pick up the dessert, inspecting it for any peculiarities. It appeared to be a normal Earth cupcake until you inspected the bottom of the wrapper. Lifting the cupcake above your head, you saw The Doctor’s handwriting spelling out the words ‘look to your left.’ When you did so, you saw an orderly row of cupcakes aligned along the centre of the hallway and curving around the corner of the hall, falling in line like tin soldiers.
You went back to your room to collect a couple of plates to carry and collect the cupcakes on your journey. You reached down and picked up each cupcake one by one. Like the first cupcake, each new baked good in the line had The Doctor’s handwriting on the bottom of the wrapper.
‘Please’
‘continue’
‘to’
‘follow’
‘the’
‘trail’
‘of’
‘cupcakes’
‘until’
‘you’
‘reach’
‘my’
‘private’
‘kitchen.’
There was a break in the row of cupcakes, but you could see it continuing down the hallway. In the middle of the break, there were a couple of large baking trays with Hersey’s chocolate Kisses, weirdly one of your’s and The Doctor’s favourite chocolates to share, spelling out the words, ‘I know that you are incredibly considerate, but you don’t have to collect all of the cupcakes. There are too many for you to carry.’ You felt conflicted leaving the treats, but the plates you were holding were already covered in cupcakes. And your arms were now becoming quite tired.
Once you reached The Doctor’s study, the door was wide open, the row of cupcakes continuing straight through the study and into the kitchen. You crept into the room slowly, unaware of what you were about to encounter. You rounded the corner, stopping briefly to look at and reminisce over where the two of you almost kissed for the first time, before seeing a smorgasbord of baking confections and a tower of baking timers, including one that looked surprisingly similar to the baking timer that your aunt had gifted you. The Doctor was standing bashfully amongst the food and objects, he kept looking for happiness in your eyes to reassure him. You were more in wonder because of everything before you, but you smiled brightly when you finally met his gaze.
“I bought you a replacement timer.” The Doctor turned around and picked up a timer before handing it to you, your hands brushing against his as he placed the item in your hands.
“Like the one your aunt bought you. I’m sorry for throwing your property into a supernova. I had no right to do so. Even if it did upset me greatly.” You smiled at his gift, but also at his ramblings. He had no right to be this adorable.
“About that, do you want to explain all of this?” You smirked cheekily, placing the timer down on a surprisingly free space on the table you stepped closer to The Doctor, who followed your movements and stepped even closer to you. You really wanted to know why The Doctor threw all of those timers away, why he was doing this now, and what he felt about that fateful day in this kitchen.
“I think you know, Y/n. You are the smartest person I know.” He tilted his head and smiled to hide his fear. He knew that he loved you, but he wondered if you felt the same way. He assumed that you did, but that could be a dangerous assumption if he was proven wrong.
“I want to hear you say it, Doctor.” His face fell a bit at the confrontation, but you stepped even closer to him and clasped his hands in yours, you gave his hands a reassuring squeeze. He looked down and smiled at your intertwined hands giving him the confidence to speak his mind.
“I love you, Y/n and I just want to be with you. I am so tired of this isolation; I want to be with you. You are the best person in my life.” With each statement, The Doctor moved closer to where his forehead was practically touching yours. He bumped his nose against yours before looking deep into your eyes to try and read your face, his eyes were large and pleading for you to take the news well. But you ripped your hands from his. The Doctor was about to apologise for being so forward and rude. But then you hugged him tighter than you had ever before. One of your hands went up and ran through his styled hair and the other gripped the soft, yet slightly scratchy, material of The Doctor’s sweater vest. The Doctor’s head instinctively fell to your shoulder.
“Oh, Doctor! I wish you had told me sooner! Think of what we could have been doing if we actually had the guts to tell each other how we actually felt!”
“How do you feel, Y/n?” He sounded so fearful, and you could feel him shaking in your arms.
“I love you, Doctor,” you whispered into his ear to make it more personal, “I have loved you since I met you. And I want nothing more than to be with you!” The Doctor finally hugged you back, tighter than you were hugging him, and he excitedly picked you up and spun around a couple of times with you safely in his arms. He quickly placed you back down on the ground and cupped your face with both of his hands and stared deeply into your eyes once again, his warm orbs glowing with love. He finally saw you returning his feelings, a couple of happy tears escaping both of your eyes. The Doctor wiped your tears away and lent forward to press a passionate kiss on your lips. The two of you moved seamlessly, clinging to each other. He tried to pull away, being a bit flustered, but you quickly placed a hand on the back of his neck in order to deepen the kiss.
The two of you stayed like this for a while before you both had to separate to catch your breath. The two of you giggled in flustered excitement when you caught each other’s gaze. You moved to hug The Doctor again; comfort washed over the both of you. The two of you were finally together. You kissed up his neck to his cheek until you reached The Doctor’s lips, causing the two of you to enter into another round of kissing until you broke apart again to breathe.
“Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?” You eventually said, brushing a lingering tear from The Doctor’s face.
“Oh! I would love to!” The Doctor giggly started talking with his hands.
“There’s a planet I recently discovered that is completely made of trampolines! How exciting! And what a comfortable ground to walk on.” He was so happy to finally have you back in his life. Sure, you were never gone, but the isolation drove The Doctor insane, especially when he discovered that he loved you so deeply and he just wanted to share his life and love for adventure with you. He missed having you near him.
“Umm … Doctor, that’s not what I meant. Although that does sound fun, maybe later.” You tried to decline his offer politely, but you really were interested in adventuring with him, especially now with your budding relationship adding a new element to the dynamic.
“Oh, what did you me- OH! Oh! Well, yes, I completely agree with your statement. We should definitely move to somewhere more comfortable.” The Doctor quickly grabbed your hands and pulled you out of the kitchen, but not before you could grab a tray of brownies. He continued to pull you through The TARDIS until you reached his room, the two of you giggled as you both excitedly committed to making up for all of the lost time spent hiding feelings for the other. There would be no more hiding now, no more secretive looks or almost moments. There would be only exciting adventures, intimate moments shared and a lot of baking.
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