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31 Fics of Fright

Day 28- When A Black Cat Crosses Your Path

Ainley!Master X Reader

Prompt: Cat

Notes: Oh how I love the cheetah planet! Such a wonderful idea that brings so many wonderful fics. The master catboy renaissance has been highly overdue, and i’m glad the power of the doctor has brought it upon us!

Warnings: Suggestive Content

The TARDIS was warm, her walls buzzing with a tangible warmth. Her pilot and his companion needed it. The pile of clothes that had been abandoned in the corner of the bathroom was a mighty one- scarfs and gloves, extra layers and long coats, all tainted with traces of alien toxin that while anything but deadly, were not preferable on your attire. The wardrobe was sure to provide an easy replacement if it were required.

The day had been busy, the sun only escaping through its prison of dying trees for a few moments. The planet was a destination of permanent twilight, its shimmering sky a blanket of glittering constellations, its atmosphere alive with an energy only describable as supernatural. You’d craved the feeling of power, the kisses of lightning against your skin as you strolled across the terrain. The planet was imbued with a glorious energy, revitalising and inspiring. The Master had told you people came from across the universe to soak up a single moment of its energy. It amplified what was inside of you, the nature that dwelled within your spirit, the intentions within your heart.

The planet knew exactly who you were and what you’d become. It was no place for judgement. It was a place of invigoration.

The Master had joined your traversal, clothed in his warm velvet garments, gloved hand within your own. He watched the world with changed eyes. Eyes that were not his own on a plethora of levels. These eyes belonged to Tremas, a man so full of love for his people and family. He supposed, since he had taken a companion, they would be useful. Not only were they the eyes of a Trakkenite, they were the eyes of the Cheetah. Powerful, dangerous, instinctual. A life lived in violence and fire. The Master felt a kinship to his newfound perspective. The planet would assist him greatly.

The pair of you had walked for hours, absorbing the planet's life and talking of wonderful pleasantries. Of future endeavours, of memories from years gone by. You could feel it within you, the growing strength of mind. Sure, your peaceful purloin of power had been interrupted by somebody trying to poison the energy. It didn’t happen often, but the Master made a great attempt to foil the plot. If somebody was trying to take his benefit, then the Master would play the good guy. It was all a matter of perspective. Of true evil versus a pest that needed eradicating. Cats were known to be valiant hunters of vermin, after all.

Once returned to the TARDIS and shed of the toxin, you had shared a shower and retired to the heat of the fire. The flames licked and danced against the fireplace, the Master allowing himself to fall to the waiting hands of rest. The Master, a beacon of villainy and bountiful energy, now resting so calmly within your embrace. So… exposed. He’d even taken off his gloves.

To see the Master like this was a wonderful thing. His hair, shifted from his usual slicked back style, now falling free and endearingly dishevelled. He was still a proper sort, his comfortable clothes as decadent as his usual attire, but there was a different look in his eye. He was off the clock, unguarded, breathing deep into his lungs and allowing his body to pause.

This was new. This was healthy. This was… the Master.

“How do you feel, my love?” His voice purred, pulling you from your admiration.

You gave a small sigh, allowing your back to rest deeper into the plush of the sofa. Fingers had wandered to pleasantly scratch at the hair on the nape of the Master's neck. Idle petting, sweet touches. Tactile and endeared.

“I feel like I've been asleep for a week.” You admitted with a smile. “Like every part of my body is just… better. I feel like I could run a marathon.”

The Master chuckled quietly, settling against your touch.

“That is a typical reaction, my dearest. The planet is indeed quite potent. Perhaps there was an Olympian within you all this time.”

Now it was your turn to laugh.

“I can just about manage the current workload of running down corridors. I’m not in the market for medals just yet.”

All throughout the conversation, there had been a low sound emanating from the Master's throat. A gentle rumble, a persistent white noise that made every bone in your body want to melt into jelly. It spoke of comfort, of safety. It was the softest of purrs. The Master had been purring.

“What about you? What about the, y’know… Cheetah?”

The Master nodded slowly, his eyes fluttering shut. Your hand had slowly crept from the back of his neck to the crown of his head, your fingertips petting at the Timelords hair.

“The Cheetah planet has made its mark, and I believe it shall never leave me. Our visit today seems to have empowered it.”

“So... you’re going to start changing?” You asked, rather apprehensively. The Master turned to your face with a half smile.

“The planet is gone, my love. The Cheetah’s taken with it. No trace of the power that once was can ever ascend to that form again. What is left within those who still hold its touch can only be empowered.”

Ah. So that was why the Master had become so… purry. He was more like the Kittlings, than the Cheetah. The feline instinct within him had been amplified by the energy, sparked to life.

“Are you still intending to perform your ritual tomorrow?”

That was the whole reason you’d visited. You’d been telling the Master for weeks about the planetary position you’d been researching- how the specific layout of orbits on Samhain was a powder keg for manifestation. You’d anticipated his hand waving away your superstitious work, brushing off your witchcraft as a foolish human dream- instead he’d taken you to strengthen your power. To aid your craft. As a Samhain gift to his sorceress.

“I’d be delighted for you to join me, Master.”

Your hand had shifted to softly scratch under his chin, nails gently catching at his beard. The Master leant into the touch, his involuntary purr growing stronger. He hadn’t reacted to the sound. Perhaps he’d grown to accept it. You certainly had.

“After all, every witch needs a feline familiar.”

You hummed out a small laugh, inching closer and closer to the Master's chest. There was no gap between you, the Master's fingertips running up your arms and tickling down your spine. You caught his chin between your finger and thumb, his lips parting to bare his fangs. They’d become more prominent, sitting upon his bottom lip. To others, he may have looked like a vampire. Black velvet, flowing cape, pearly fangs within his smile. But this was your Master, a maniac after your own heart, a villain with a you shaped space within his chest.

“And you black cats are oh so lucky.”

“Don’t forget your place, my sweet.” He whispered, tone low and shiver inducing. You nodded, nose brushing against his own, your lips centimetres apart.

“Tomorrow may be yours, but I am still your Master.”

“Always.” You replied, teasing the Timelord with a small peck to the side of his lips.

“You are the Master, and I shall obey you.”

A grin cracked itself onto your lips, your skin alive with newfound power. The Master growled warningly. A soft moan escaped your mouth at the sound.

“I do hope you aren’t intending to undermine your obedience with petty mockery. I would hate to have to punish you before your big day.”

“Never, Master. It’s simply a little Halloween trick. To repay you for my Samhain treat.”

The Master raised an eyebrow, watching you closely. You met his gaze with earnest, lips instinctively parting.

“You will always be my Master.”

“My good little witch.” He smiled, the devil on his lips. You leant forwards, lips connecting with his own as the gap between your existences closed shut. The Master took control, hands holding you within his infernal grasp. If witches were destined to hell, you could only pray the devil had other plans in mind for you. The Master, both familiar and figurehead, would never release his hold upon his most adored companion.

“Mine.” He purred against your lips, the Cheetah planet burning hot within him.

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bowtiesandflutes · 3 years

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You/They Meet A Past/Future Version Of Them/You

First Doctor

You were walking through the streets of London, trying to find the Doctor and Susan. You looked at the estate, bumping into someone when you were distracted and you quickly apologized, pausing to look at the man you had collided with.

He stared at you for a moment, a smile forming on his lips. “That’s alright.” He straightened his leather jacket. “You wouldn’t happen to be Y/N, would you?”

You hesitated for a moment, “Yes.”

“A young girl called Susan asked if I had seen you. They’re waiting for you around the corner.” He lied with a smile, knowing that his past self would be looking for you.

Your eyes lit up at the mention of the Doctor and Susan, thanking the man before rushing off.

He turned to watch you leave, a fond smile on his lips. “Y/N of Skaro.” He turned when he heard Rose approaching and she looked at your retreating figure, eyebrows furrowed.

“Do you know her?” She asked.

“I did. A very long time ago.” He said, a sad smile forming on his lips.

Seeing you again brought back memories, some were sad but the good memories overshadowed the bad ones. There were more good memories than bad and centuries later he never forgot you.

Second Doctor

He had lost both his companions and the Cybermen had taken you. This was not a good day. He was working on a control panel when a message was flagged up.

Hello, mi amor.

His fingers paused as he read the message. He knew it had to be from you, for only you called him ‘my love’.

Before he could think of replying another message appeared.

Follow the corridor to the left.

A door opened and he quickly left the control panel, following the path you made for him, opening doors. He was puzzled as you had no knowledge of hacking that he had seen. So how did you suddenly know the ins and outs of a space station?

He became more cautious as he followed the trail you left. There was one scenario that was possible to explain your sudden knowledge. One, you had been converted into a Cyberman and they were using your memories to lure him into a trap.

He looked around the empty room, approaching the glass to find you sleeping in a glass capsule. Jamie was beside you in another capsule, Zoe beside his capsule.

A beeping sound caused him to turn and the screen on the wall lit up with another message.

Hurry, mi amor.

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at where you were sleeping. How were you communicating with him? He dismissed the thought when the Cybermen cried in agony, and he quickly rushed down the stairs to where you, Jamie, and Zoe were sleeping, opening your capsules.

Jamie came around quicker and the Doctor helped him out of the capsule. “What happened?”

“I’ll explain later, Jamie.” He picked you up from the capsule and the two raced out of the room, heading to the Tardis. Jamie helped Zoe keep up, looking over his shoulder at the Cybermen that followed. The doors opened automatically and the Doctor knew it had to be the same person that had helped him earlier. Jamie unlocked the Tardis and the Doctor placed you on the floor gently, rushing to close the doors, pausing when he saw Cybermen falling, his eyes widening when he saw an older version of you running away. You stopped by the Tardis, standing in front of him.

“God, you were so handsome at this age.” You hit your hand off a device on your wrist and with a wink, you were gone.

He heard a small groan from behind him and closed the doors, walking over to where you were now sitting up.

Jamie left to get you some water while the Doctor kneeled in front of you, a smile on his lips. You raised an eyebrow at him, “Why are you smiling?”

“I’ll explain later.”

He kissed your head, turning to Jamie when he handed him the water, handing it to you. “Thank you, mi amor.”

Third Doctor

You looked at the three Doctors, standing next to Teagen, Sarah, and the Brigadier. All afternoon you had received odd glances from the Brigadier and Teagen. The Brigadier was older and was shocked to see you. Teagen had mentioned that the Doctor didn’t like speaking about you and that she had never met you. So what happened?

You pondered your fate, wondering if the Doctor had noticed you weren’t fully present. The three were huddled around, translating old Gallifreyian.

Your questions waited until they solved the puzzle, saving his fifth incarnation in the process. You approached the young Doctor who admired you, hands in his pockets.

“Y/N.” He kissed your cheek.

The way he looked at you was different. Filled with guilt, sadness, and grief. The words were on the tip of your tongue, “Why aren’t I with you?” but no sound left your lips.

You sent him a small smile, “Doctor.”

“Come along, Y/N,” Your Doctor said.

You bid goodbye to his past incarnations before following him into the Tardis, looking back at the fifth Doctor curiously, wondering why you weren’t traveling with him.

You entered the Tardis, closed the door, and approached the Doctor as he piloted the Tardis, Sarah leaving to get changed.

“Doctor.”

He hummed so you continued. “Why wasn’t I there?”

His hand hesitated on the lever before he pushed it down. “Well, it could be for many reasons.” He said.

“Oh?”

“You weren’t with him when he was brought here.”

“And another reason?”

His hesitation went unnoticed, his smile reassuring you. “You stopped traveling with me.”

You shook your head. “That’ll never happen.” You told him, standing next to him with a smile.

He smiled when you kissed his cheek before leaving to get changed. His smile fell, recalling the grief he saw in the young man’s eyes. He didn’t know how it happened, but he knew that you were taken from him in the future. So he made every moment count.

Fourth Doctor

You remained close friends with Sarah Jane after the Doctor returned to Gallifrey. When you saw him again, so young compared to when you knew him, yet he was still the same underneath. Jo had questions for him and Sarah Jane had asked him all she needed to know years ago when the Doctor had another face to the one you were admiring now. You wondered how many times he had changed since he left you with Sarah, wondering how much he had endured and how much those eyes had seen.

“Why did you leave me?”

He paused when you spoke for you hadn’t spoken to him since he arrived. He had been thrilled to see you again although you hadn’t said a word to him..

He stopped scanning with his sonic screwdriver, his eyes darting around as he listened to the heartbreak in your voice. He had changed seven times since he left for Gallifrey, with different faces with different personalities. He had lived many lives, but there was only one time he had loved with everything he had and that was with you.

“I had to.” He said quietly.

“You didn’t come back like you said you would. I thought that you forgot about me.”

He turned to you, “Forget about you?” He asked incredulously. “Never.”

Your teary eyes met his as he walked toward you. “Then why did you break your promise? You never told me why had to leave. So tell me why you didn’t return.”

“I wanted to.” He said quietly, his eyes admiring your aged features. “I wanted to more than anything.” He paused for a moment. “A lot happened on Gallifrey and when I left I put in your coordinates and was ready to leave…but I couldn’t. What if you had moved on? What if you were happy? How could I ask you to follow this madman with his police box to give it all up?”

“I would have in a heartbeat.” You told him. “Because I loved you with all my heart. And I still do. But I also hate you.”

He frowned.

“Because I could date Superman and he still wouldn’t hold a candle to you.”

“And no one has rendered me speechless like you do.”

His visit was short and fleeting but you finally got the answers you had been waiting for for decades. Why did he leave you behind? What happened on Gallifrey. And although you knew that he was leaving again, seeing him again made you feel twenty years old again.

Fifth Doctor

You were reading when the Tardis shook violently and quickly rushed to the console room, seeing two Doctors observing each other.

“Um,” their heads snapped to you, both taking off their glasses. Your Doctor smiled as he knew how pleased and surprised his past self would feel seeing you again after sending you back to your own time. But this hadn’t happened yet in your time.

“Y/N, meet the Doctor.”

You shook hands before deciding to make tea while the two brainstormed. Their Tardis's had collided and now his past self was trapped in his future.

“She doesn’t know yet.”

He looked at the towering, dark-haired Timelord when he spoke up.

“Everything that happened hasn’t happened to her yet. But soon she will travel back in our timeline, to your time.” The fifth Doctor put on his half-moon glasses as he analysed the readings. He was older than he was when you came to his time. But he had changed more than he liked to admit after he returned you to your time.

“You did the right thing.” His future self told him. “Sending her back.”

You returned with tea, pausing when you caught the end of their conversation. Sent who back?

Dismissing your thoughts you entered the console room and gave them cups of tea. “Figured it out yet?”

“I’m sure it’ll sort itself out.” Your Doctor said.

“Meaning you don’t know.” You smirked at him and he playfully rolled his eyes. You took his glasses and leaned to read the readings on the screen. “Well, three heads are better than two.”

You looked at his past self when he explained the readings to you. You nodded now and then to show you were listening but your eyes were filled with curiosity. And that’s when the tenth Doctor knew why you had chosen his fifth incarnation. It was clear as day that you were intrigued by him.

When the TARDIS’S were beginning to unmerge the fifth Doctor took your hand and kissed your knuckles. “Farewell, my Y/N.”

You were puzzled by his words and failed to notice your Doctor staring with a small smile on his lips, knowing how much it meant to his past self to see you again. His eyes held sadness knowing from the moment he met you that you were due to travel back in his timeline, meaning he would lose you. But little did he know the months you were gone were mere minutes in his time.

Sixth Doctor

You looked around the unfamiliar Tardis, growing more frightened and confused as to how you got there. Where was Perrie? Where was the Doctor? Who’s Tardis was this?

Your questions were answered when a woman entered the console room, pausing when she saw you.

“Who are you?” You asked.

Her mind was racing from all the memories that flooded her mind due to seeing you again.

“What is this place?”

“Oh, they must have switched!” She snapped her fingers and you glared at the blonde woman.

“What have you done to the Doctor?”

“I’m him. Well, now I’m a her. But I was a he when we were, you know, involved.”

You stared at her in disbelief when she placed a device on your head. “This will show your last memories before you were taken.”

You ignored the footage, eyeing her from head to toe. As she talked to herself for a few solid minutes you knew she was telling the truth. She mentioned things that weren’t shown on the screen. Places you had been together, with and without Peri.

“You’re really him - you.” You quickly corrected.

“Regeneration is a tricky process. You never know what you will end up with. Although looking at that jacket and the hair, it could’ve been worse.”

“Hey, I love that jacket. And the hair.” You playfully scolded.

She smiled at you fondly, “I know you did.”

The Tardis landed, following a signal and you followed her outside, surprised to see another Tardis parked a few feet away. She had explained the cause as you walked to the door, but the second you saw the other police Box you had forgotten everything she had said. Three people stepped out and your eyebrows furrowed until you saw your brightly dressed Doctor ushering them out.

You walked over to him and he smiled when he saw you. “Are you alright?”

You nodded. “Bit of a scare for a minute there. But I was with someone I trusted.” He did not know what you meant until centuries later. But still, he smiled and put his hand on your back as he led you inside.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

Seventh Doctor

You looked around the garden in awe, amazed by the flowers. You turned when you heard a voice from behind you.

“You appear to be a long way from home.”

You looked at the long white-haired man, seeing the checked trousers he wore with braces, a waistcoat, and a black jacket. His style was odd and it reminded you of the man you had been separated from.

“Considering we are among Aztecs, I would agree and say so do you.”

“How did you get here?”

“I’m looking for a friend of mine.” You replied evasively. “He’s got question marks on his clothes, very hard to miss yet I cannot see him anywhere.”

“What’s his name? I will help you look.”

“The Doctor.” You told him.

You looked away from him as you stood up from where you were seated on a fountain and missed the way his eyes widened.

He was keen to ask questions before but as you searched he had made it clear he did not know anything. You weren’t sure why until you met your Doctor again. You kissed the first Doctor’s cheek before stepping into the Tardis.

The two Doctors looked at each other for a moment before the seventh Doctor sent him a wink before going inside the Tardis.

You had no idea you had met his past self until he told you who the man was.

Eighth Doctor

He was walking down a dimly lit cobbled street, as he headed to the Tardis where he hoped you and Charley were. He had lost Charley first then you disappeared and he was hoping you both had found your way back to the Tardis.

He bumped into a woman in a Victorian dress, quickly catching her before she fell. His eyes widened when he saw her. A few years older, but still the same woman he hoped was waiting for him in the Tardis.

“It’s you.” He spoke in disbelief. “B-But how ”

You smiled softly, “I was feeling nostalgic.” You leaned to his ear, whispering, “I’m waiting for you.” You kissed his cheek before walking away and the Doctor watched you disappear around a corner, quickly following, pausing when he saw the police box fading away.

He walked to find his own TARDIS, relieved to see that you and Charley were waiting.

“Where have you been you said five minutes! It’s freezing out here!” Charley complained.

The Doctor unlocked the door and you noticed he was quiet as you headed inside. “Everything okay?” You asked, approaching the console as he prepared to set a new course.

He nodded, turning to you with a smile. You were still with him years later and you both returned to this time to relive old memories.

“Never better.” He kissed you and you sent him a smile as you walked away to get changed.

War Doctor

You stared at the painting in the gallery, your gaze hardening at the war pictured, turning when you heard voices.

“Where are you going?” A feminine voice asked.

“I’ll be right back!” A male replied seconds before a man in a tweed jacket appeared. You looked at his odd outfit, before looking at the painting again.

He smiled, knowing you didn’t recognize him, taking a seat beside you on the bench. He knew if his old self was here you had to be too. And although your future self was waiting down the hall, his past self was looking for you as you had gotten separated in the portals. They had a plan and now it was time to see if it would work.

“A grim day.” He spoke up.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eyes but didn’t reply.

“I’m insulted.” You looked at him and he grinned at you. “Don’t you recognize me?”

You stared at him for a moment, eyes widening. “Doctor.”

You sensed he was older than the one you had arrived with and your eyebrows furrowed. “But how - that’s impossible!”

“Nothing’s impossible.”

He stood up, taking your hand. “We’re waiting for you. There’s a plan. A good plan. A great plan.” He put his hands on your shoulders, turning you to the painting of Gallifrey. “We’re going to save it. Just like we always talk about.”

You looked at him, hearing a female’s voice. “Doctor, hurry!”

You were still together.

“Don’t look so surprised.” He smiled. “It hasn’t been all bad.” He pointed to the painting. “We’ll seal Gallifrey in a single moment in time. We have the chance to save everyone just like we always talked about. Are you ready?”

You opened your mouth to speak when two Doctors and two future versions of you entered. You focused on your Doctor, “Is it true?”

“Yes.” The three replied at the same time.

“We haven’t got much time to waste.” He said, walking to his Tardis.

“Always so serious.” Your future selves said before grinning at each other.

You looked at the painting before heading into the Tardis, helping him pilot the ship as he explained the plan. You were going home.

Ninth Doctor

You shouted at the top of your lungs, trying to free your limps from the tight hold of Axos. “Help! Somebody!”

You heard a loud distorted noise and closed your eyes tightly, trying to shut it out as the ground shook. You opened your eyes when you felt someone pulling you free, looking at the tall man as he helped you out of Axos.

“What’s happening?” You shouted above the noise.

“It’s falling apart!” He replied.

You followed him outside, turning to look back at Axos. You looked at the tall cloaked man, sensing familiarity. Your eyes widened when you realized it was the Doctor. Who else would be at the centre of trouble?

“Are you alright?” He asked, sending you a smile.

“I think so.” You returned the smile. “Does this kind of thing happen every day?”

“No. Well, every other day.” He said.

You had asked your Doctor the same question and he had answered the same way. You were taken to the hospital to get checked over and as you were leaving you noticed the Police Box outside. The doors opened and your leather jacket, sweater-loving Doctor stepped out, looking around before his eyes found yours, a smile forming on his lips. You smiled as you walked over, hugging him, unaware the Doctor who had saved you from the claws of Axos had seen you enter and the Tardis disappear.

Tenth Doctor

You were expecting the Caribbean for your anniversary but the Tardis had other ideas. The trading colony Iceworld was bustling with life, with people trying to sell items they claimed were rare.

You were looking around, taking into the scenery as you searched for the Doctor. The crowd had separated you both and you hoped there was a place he would know to look for you. A place resembling a café seemed like your best bet. You took a seat at a table, overhearing a conversation behind you.

“Doctor, he won it in a game of cards!” A woman had said.

Your back straightened at the mention of the Doctor. You slowly looked over your shoulder, your eyes finding a man wearing a knitted vest with question marks on it. You had seen all the faces of the Doctor so you knew exactly who he was. Number seven.

His eyes met yours and you quickly turned away, biting your lip and closing your eyes tightly.

“Excuse me, Miss?” You opened your eyes when he spoke, turning around hesitantly. “A man wins a map in a game of cards, claiming it is the real deal -”

“It is the real deal.” A gruff voice replied.

You looked between the four huddled around the table before looking at the Doctor.

“Do you trust him?”

“Depends where it leads. But the adventure is always exciting.” You replied.

You saw the trench coat-wearing Doctor entering the café and excused yourself, walking over to him. The seventh Doctor’s eyes followed you as you left before he turned to Glitz.

“I’ll take it.”

Eleventh Doctor

You were searching for a house on an estate when you bumped into him. You apologized quickly, knowing the Doctor was wondering where you were by now but paused when you saw the tall trench coat-wearing Timelord in front of you. How could you forget his face? You had travelled with him for over a year when he regenerated into the Doctor you knew now.

He smiled brightly, “That’s all right. Have a fantastic day.” His smile faltered. “Ooh, I don’t know if I like the sound of that.” He shrugged, his smile returning.

You watched him walk away, wondering why he didn’t recognize you. Your phone rang and you answered Amy’s call, breaking into a run as you followed the directions she had given you.

You entered the apartment, seeing the Doctor and his eyes observed you worriedly. The regeneration had been difficult for you but you quickly grew fond of his new personality.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

You knew then that he remembered that you had bumped into his past self. “Why didn’t he recognize me?” You asked.

“He hasn’t met you yet.” He explained. “He’s newly regenerated and we didn’t meet until years later. Only when we met you were younger than you are now and when I saw you…I remembered seeing you at this estate. It didn’t make sense. How were you older than you should have been? Because you come back here with me.”

You nodded, and he kissed your forehead. “Come on.”

Thoughts of his past self were put aside until you returned to the Tardis. You saw Ten walking with a blonde girl and you realized that this was Rose, whom you never met. And he hadn’t liked talking about her either.

You looked at the trench coat-wearing Timelord for a moment with a smile, stepping into the Tardis. You walked over to the Doctor as he piloted the Tardis. You helped pilot the Tardis and his eyes looked at you for a moment, a small smile on his lips. His past self had no idea what was in store. Nor how brilliant it would be.

Twelfth Doctor

You looked between the two Doctors with confusion and amazement. “So let me get this right. He’s you and you are him. He was you and now you are him.”

“You seem to have a grasp on the situation.” You glared at your Doctor and although he wasn’t looking he could feel it.

Hours ago you had no idea that he could change faces. But as you worked with the First Doctor you knew the two weren’t so different. You had so many questions but they would have to wait. For now, the two had to go their separate ways.

“It has been a pleasure, my dear.” He shook your hand and you sent him a smile.

“Goodbye, Doctor.”

He entered his TARDIS and you looked at the Doctor when he stood beside you. “I’m glad that’s over.”

“You know, you’re not so different.” You followed him into the Tardis and he scoffed. “You’re both at the higher end of the age ladder.” He glared at you and you giggled as you kissed his cheek. “And you’re both grouchy but underneath your soft side is reserved for those you care about.”

His gaze softened and you smiled. “You’re clothing sense hasn’t changed.”

“Oh haha.” He said sarcastically.

You wrapped your arms around him, pecking his lips. “But I wouldn’t change you for the world.”

Thirteenth Doctor

The Master hadn’t anticipated your presence at the party and given your history with the Doctor it was bound to distract her which didn’t bode well for his plan. You were younger than the last time she had seen you, dancing to the music, unaware of your future or your fate.

The Doctor’s eyes followed you around the room. She stood away from the party, trying to remember why she was there.

Memories flooded back in waves. All the good was overshadowed by the bad. Your death had hit her hard and she was thrown off course when she saw you again.

“Not enjoying it?” Your voice broke her from her thoughts and she watched as you topped up your glass.

“I’m not much of a dancer this time.” She said.

You wondered what she meant before you heard your friend call you back to the dance floor.

“I’m being beckoned.” You told her to have a good night before walking away and her eyes followed solemnly.

Delgado!Master

You were in the car with the Doctor when he was taken. You had no idea what the Master was up to but you were sure that his plans would be put on hold when he realized you were sucked through time. Everything that followed made you wish you hadn’t spent time with the Doctor. The Master was troublesome but he rarely found himself in as much trouble as the Doctor did.

You were wondering if he had realized you were gone when he entered the room. You looked at the Doctor you had come with, wondering why he stepped forward so you were slightly behind him.

“Y/N.” He smirked as he looked at the Doctor.

You stared at the man, recognizing him from the way he looked at you. “Master.”

“I was wondering where you got to.” He said. He looked at the Doctor, “I entrust her with you for three hours and this is where you bring her.” He tutted.

“Not by choice.” He said.

“What have you done?” You asked him, stepping forward.

“I seek immortality.”

“You’re hardly a suitable candidate.” The Doctor replied.

You knew this wouldn’t end well but you wondered why he had a sudden interest in immortality.

You were tired of being kidnapped by the Master. Once was enough and although it had ended well, your relationship was strong, you did not like the scare you would get when it happened.

His back pressed against the wall, holding you tightly in his arms, his hand over your mouth as the group of Doctors walked by. You heard the third Doctor walk by as he called your name. When you didn’t respond he said, “I swear that girl is always wandering off.” You rolled your eyes at his obliviousness and turned to the Master when he let you go.

“What are you doing?”

He sent you a smirk, taking your hand as he led you through the corridors. You heard the Doctors arguing not far away and a giggle escaped your lips as you ran with the Master. You didn’t know where your future self was and you didn’t ask, for you feared the answer.

Saying goodbye was hard but you had many memories to live out with the Master who was waiting for you.

When you returned to Earth the Master was waiting for you. You smiled at the relieved Timelord as you met halfway, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m okay.”

Ainley!Master

You were walking down a street, headphones over your ears as you drowned out the world around you. This was the second time you were late to work and you knew your boss was waiting to lecture you. You turned the corner, colliding with a man and you apologized to him, taking off your headphones.

“I’m sorry.” You looked at the man, pausing when you saw him.

The Master stared at you, his face sullen, hidden poorly behind a smile. It had been exactly 48 hours since he had lost you. And he couldn’t resist going back to see you. It would be weeks before you joined him across the universe but he didn’t care if you didn’t know him right now. He just needed to remember how you looked when you were alive.

“No harm done.” He smiled. “Running late?”

You saw the sadness in his eyes but didn’t comment, only observing. “Yeah. And I can’t afford to get fired today.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much. Great things are coming your way.” He said. “Yes…” he trailed off in thought. “Great memories.”

“Have a good day, mister.” You walked away with a smile and he turned to watch you leave, a sad smile on his lips.

“Y/N L/N. Yes…glorious memories.”

Roberts!Master

You had been shopping for groceries and were walking home when you bumped into a woman. You apologized, bending down to pick up your spilled items. She sent you a small smile, helping you.

“Big night planned?” She asked.

“A surprise for someone I know. Although I don’t think he likes surprises. Or anything really.” You said, standing up.

You noticed her dress but shrugged it off. Maybe she was going to a costume party.

“He’ll love it.” She said.

You sent her a smile before walking away, pausing when you realized what she had said. “How did you know -” you turned to find she was gone. You shrugged off the odd encounter, hoping she was right. A romantic surprise dinner for the Timelord possessing your husband. Life was strange and if you hadn’t become used to it you would have looked around the corner to find a Police Box.

Missy entered the Tardis and the Doctor turned to her, setting new coordinates.

“Ready to go?”

She nodded quietly, staring at the console, deep in thought. She remembered how odd she had found your romantic dinner back then but it was the first time she realized how beautiful you were. And how much she loved to hear you laugh. It was a long time ago but those memories never faded.

Jacobi!Master

He stared up at the old barn that had been salvaged so it remained. So many memories were made inside there and while he had left Gallifrey in anger, he had nothing but fond memories here - except one.

He looked at the teenage version of you as you walked to the barn, books in your hands. It had been months since he and the Doctor left and you were still translating old Gallifreyan.

You looked at him when he spoke. “Lovely day, isn’t it?”

You smiled, looking at the burning suns. “Stunning as always.” You went into the barn and he held his head higher, a sigh leaving his lips.

It was a short interaction but it was enough to help him say goodbye. You had been killed during the war, activating an escape pod for him that saved his life, but you had to sacrifice your own. And once again the Master found he was alone.

Simm!Master

You walked out of the coffee shop, almost bumping into a man who was entering. His dark hair and gentle features were striking. You smiled, apologizing as you balanced two takeout cups of coffee in one hand.

The Master remembered this day vividly which is why he chose it. He had sent you to get coffee during a meeting and while it struck you as odd, later when you heard he had gassed a room full of ministers you were relieved yet puzzled as to why he chose to spare you.

He smiled at your retreating figure, before heading into the coffee shop, ready to order the coffee you were currently bringing him. You had been gone a long time but he never forgot you. But this year was different, memories were overwhelming and the truth about the timeless child made him wish you were here again. So he picked a time he knew exactly where you would be and when. He had planned meticulously before using the gas, to ensure your survival so the date and time always stayed in his mind.

Missy

“I’m back!” The silver-haired Timelord sang.

You stared at him in disbelief while Missy looked at him stoically.

“You could at least pretend you’re pleased to see me.” He said.

You snapped out of your thoughts, racing towards him, hugging him tightly. He smirked at Missy over your shoulder, as you buried your head in his neck, unaware of the tension between them. You smiled as you pulled away to look at him. God, you had missed his silver hair.

“You look exactly like you did when I left you. You haven’t aged a day.” He placed a hand on your cheek and you smiled, leaning into his hand.

Your reunion was a happy one until you were left behind. Missy didn’t want your view of her to change because she never planned on going against the Doctor but she had to fool her past self first. You had caught up to them outside his Tardis, hearing them talking as you got closer.

“She will never love you as she loved me.” He told her.

“I know.”

He pulled away from the hug when he felt a sharp pain in his side. “Very sneaky.” He put a hand on his side and you stepped back when you saw the blood on his hand.

“What did you do?” You rushed to the Master, catching him when he stumbled, missing the way Missy rolled her eyes at his dramatics. You looked at her with tears in your eyes, before looking at the silver-haired Master.

“How long do I have left?” He asked.

“Not long,” Missy replied.

You guided him to his TARDIS and he rested his back against the door, looking at Missy with a smirk. You would never forgive her when you knew the truth.

The realization was washing over you as you knew he had left you on Earth, never to return. He never contacted you and the next thing you knew he returned as Missy. He had died before he could return.

You looked down at him tearfully, putting pressure on his wound. “You were coming back for me.” You said tearfully.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion while Missy looked down at the ground.

“You planned on coming back for me. I-I thought you had abandoned me. For so long I believed that you - and I hated you.”

He understood what you meant and a small chuckle left his lips. “You really thought I’d leave you?” He put a hand on the back of your neck, bringing your forehead to his, closing his eyes. “You are the best thing to ever happen to me.” He told you, causing more tears to fall. “And I’m sorry.”

You pulled back, confused until you heard Missy fall. You turned to look at her, eyes widening you saw she had been shot.

“Go to her. But know this.” He spoke up, causing you to look at him. “No matter where you are. I’ll always find you.” He kissed you before quickly entering the Tardis. “See you soon, beautiful.”

He winked before the doors closed and a sob left your lips as you placed a hand on the door. You turned to Missy, walking over to her, kneeling beside her.

“I’m sorry.” You took her hand in yours, cradling her on your lap.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It was all me.” She said.

Your tears fell as her body began to glow. “I love you.” You reluctantly stepped away, ducking behind a tree when light consumed her.

Dhawan!Master

You looked around the quarry, calling for the Master. You sighed as you continued walking, ducking down when you saw a familiar face. He was taking large strides, cloak flowing around him. His hair was different, and his clothes were questionable but you knew it was him. He had shown you all his past faces so you recognized him immediately.

“Oh my god.” You ducked lower behind the large rock when he paused, looking around.

You lifted your head, seeing he was gone, and stood up, turning around with a gasp you heard his voice. “Who are you?”

“I-I - Um… a funny story you’ll love it -” You turned and ran away and the former Master raised an eyebrow at your actions. You continued to run and he followed. You saw the TARDIS and your Master opened the doors, smirking when he saw you running.

“Where the hell were you?”

You collided with him and you fell to the floor. He snapped his fingers and the doors closed, smirking up at you.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” He said.

You playfully rolled your eyes as you both got to your feet. You looked at the screen, seeing the past Master running before he stopped, watching the Tardis leave.

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iwouldfuckthemaster · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet - Ainley!Master

Day Three: Ainley!Master

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Ainley!Master is all about physical affection, especially post-sex. Expect a lot of cuddling afterwards, once you’re both cleaned up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His favourite part of his partner is almost always their forehead, the perfect place for kisses. For himself, he’s rather fond of his hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He’ll never admit to it normally, but he does enjoy filling his partner with cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He has a replica of the TCE that he uses specifically as a sex toy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He’s definitely experienced, given his age, and it never takes him long to learn exactly what his partner likes.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) He loves his partner being on top, especially when they’re facing him so he can kiss them.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Generally, very serious. However, giggly sex is also a thing that exists, and with him? Top quality.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Very well groomed, but more out of a personal preference.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Intimacy is very important to him. Kissing and gentle caresses during sex are just as important to him as the actual act.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He wears leather gloves for a reason. While he would much rather have a partner, he’s not above excusing himself for a few hours to get himself off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Impact play, if he’s the one receiving. He’ll never raise a hand to his partner, but he’s not opposed to them doing the same to him as long as there’s consent involved.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Wall sex is absolutely one of his favourites.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Whenever his partner does something intelligent, helps with his plans, or dances, those are his big three turn-ons.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Nonconsensual hypnosis. If they consent? Absolutely. If not, he’ll never break their trust like that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Definitely prefers to give, but he certainly enjoys receiving as well.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) It really depends on his mood. Generally, he tries to draw his partner’s pleasure out for as long as possible.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) They’re more of a heat-of-the-moment sort of situation, but he’s by no means opposed.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He’s definitely willing to try out new kinks, but to an extent. He takes enough risks with his half-assed plans for universal domination, so he likes to have some measure of control in the bedroom.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) His refractory period is shorter than humans’, but it does still exist. Five rounds is usually where he has to tap out. As for how long the rounds are… well, that depends entirely on just how much he wants to tease his partner. Anywhere from a couple of minutes to a full hour.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn’t usually use toys on himself, but does he have some specifically for his partner? Absolutely.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Bastard Shit Man that he is, he loves teasing his partner until they’re quite literally begging for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He starts out quiet, but if you can find the right spot on his neck, you’ll be rewarded with absolutely god-tier noises. When he’s close to cumming, he gets both vocal and incoherent, primarily his partner’s name and cursing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Power bottom as all hell.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) https://youtube.com/watch?v=aaEVHO_AVKs Nah, but seriously, he’s about 8 inches and knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) He has a fairly high sex drive, but is perfectly content with dealing with it himself if his partner isn’t in the mood.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He prefers to stay awake for a little while afterwards, just holding his partner and making sure that they know that they’ll always be safe with him, no matter what.

#a little sad cause someone beat me to this punch #but oh well #Ainley!Master #Ainley!Master/Reader #Ainley!Master x Reader #The Master/Reader #The Master x Reader #lemon #Alphabets

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themasterisathirsttrap · 4 years

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Sksks this blog has no original Masters yet, so could I get something for the OGBoys™ maybe how they try to act casual around the Doc n stuff when their s/o is just being all clingy-

(I’ve been watching a ton of Classic Who lately and wow it has awakened some thirst.)

And OLDer ask that’s been hiding in my drafts, but still great. 😅

Delgado!Master

Won’t push you away, but might hold himself back marginally compared to the attention he normally would give you

But his arm won’t loosen it’s grip around you, holding you firmly by his side

May make an offhand comment about finding some charm in your company, enjoying your loyalty and obiedience to him, and setting you aside from other humans, but still will express general distain towards the human race

Mostly because he’s trying to hide how genuinely smitten is is

Especially in front of his oldest enemy

The last thing he wants to do is tell the Doctor that he might have been right the whole time

But you feel his consciousness brush against yours in a silent promise that he’ll make it up to you later

You want to feel offended, and you mildly are, but softness in his gaze on you and something about the way he seems to clutch you so gently, but firmly has you holding your tongue for now

Even the Doctor seems to pick up on the affection on the Master’s eyes, and the worry visibly lessens in his gaze as it flickers between the two of you

The Doc knows better than to have a jab at him for it because part of him is genuinely happy that you seem to actually get through to his old friend, and be a good influence, and he wouldn’t want to undo any progress you might of made

Ainley!Master

Hardcore embraces it

Pretty damn handsy —but more in a possessive than sexual way

Lowkey wants to parade that you enjoy his company, like “look Doc, someone likes me!”

Smug

Affectionate foreheadhead kisses, hands resting on your back, wrapped around your waist, resting on either arm with your back to his chest

Very physically affectionate, meant to be on a smug way, but secretly betraying how touch-starved and needy he really is

His arm around your shoulders, offering his arm to stand by his side

Is going through a time when he particularly wants someone by his side

Even the Doctor outwardly points out that you bring out his soft side

The Master will deny it, but then immediately go back to being touchy, as if it was never pointed out

So he’s grateful and lowkey more smitten with a somewhat clingy s/o because he finds himself desiring that connection even more than in his previous regeneration

#classic who #classic doctor who master #classic dw masters #ainley master #ainley!master #delgado master #delgado!master #ainley!master x reader #delgado!master x reader #delgado!master headcanons #ainley!master headcanons #the master headcanons #the master x reader #the master doctor who #classic doctor who

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hollowempire · 5 years

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Words || Ainley!Master x Reader

Request: Can I make a request please? Reader/Any Master Reader is a physically weak human who is fascinated with space and stars then somehow ends up in his TARDIS. He gets into a tight spot with someone and she talks them down with reasoning and The Master is surprised by her intelligence despite her fragile appearance. Rest would be up to you I can't think past that.

Summary: A normal day for reader is turned upside down.

Word count: 1,182

Kicking a few brown leaves across the sidewalk, y/n strolled through the park worry-free. For now.

She normally came to the park and just let all her cares drift away, because it was the end of the day and there wasn’t any time for that stuff. In y/n’s life, evenings were meant for relaxing.

As she looked around at each of the almost fully leafless trees, y/n noticed something that had never been there before: a pillar.

There weren’t any others like it in that area, clearly meaning that it wasn’t meant to be there.

Y/n, of course, had to check it out. She was always running towards potential danger, ignoring the warnings of others everytime. She was often told it would be the death of her, especially considering she had no survival skills at all. More specifically, she was rather weak, and couldn’t even beat a child in a fight.

Upok closer inspection, y/n noticed that there was an opening in the back of the pillar. Curiosity getting the better of her, y/n stepped in. She certainly wasn’t expecting to walk into a very large area.

She made a circle around the large contraption in the center of the room, confused by all the buttons and switches that were on it.

“Well that doesn’t make a lick of sense!” she said, letting her thoughts flow freely. She did that often, even in public. At a lower volume, though.

“How did you get in here?” a harsh voice asked. The owner of it walked into the room from a doorway that was across from the enterance.

“You left the door open,” y/n stated, smiling at him as if the situation was the most amusing thing in the world. Even after noticing the weapon-looking device in his hand was pointed at her she kept on.

The man looked at her as if he didn’t know what to do. She could only assume he was used to people cowering in fear.

“So what exactly is this place?” y/n asked, starting to make another circle around the room. The man stopped her. “And who are you?” she added as he did so.

“I am the Master, and this is my TARDIS. I travel in time and space.” he said, obviously a very brief summary of what he actually does.

“Okay, Mister Master, why are you giving me this information so willingly? Aren’t you scared I’m gonna tell someone?”

The Master chuckled, flashing her a grin. “Oh, but you’re not leaving. And who would believe you anyways?” he said.

“You make a fair point, Mister Master,” y/n admitted.

“Don’t call me that.” he spat.

“Or what? You’ll fight me? I could easily take you down!”

He laughed fully this time, sort of sounding like a villain fork a movie. “Humans are normally weak, but you’re even worse! I could snap you like a twig,” he countered, letting his eyes trail over y/n’s body. She pouted and the Master went over to the thing in the center of the room and started pressing seemingly random buttons.

“What’s this?” y/n asked, bouncing over to his side.

“It’s the console, I use it to control my ship,” he explained, a hint of annoyance in his voice. He was already thinking of random places he could abandon her at.

“Wait, this thing actually travels in space?” she exclaimed excitedly.

“And time.”

“I don’t care about that part. I love space, especially the stars! Oh, they’re lovely!” y/n said, her voice changing slightly.

“Well, don’t expect me to show you any of this stuff!” he said, glaring at her. He was planning on waiting, but at this point he didn’t think he’d be able to stand any more of this. The Master quickly selected a location and his plan was set in motion.

“Where are we?” y/n questioned, still at the Master’s side. He stepped away from her and opened the doors. Outside, there was nothing but sand and large rocks that stretched far beyond the horizon. “Why are we here?”

“I have something to do here.” he lied, pushing her out.

“What sort of business would you have in a place like this? we’re in the middle of nowhere!”

The Master ignored her and instead searched around for some distraction so keep y/n from noticing him slipping away and leaving.

Soon enough, an opportunity came up, but unfortunately this one did not allow the Master run off. The pair was back up against a rock by some sort of alien gang, all of them holding weapons y/n did not recognize.

The Master reached into his pocket, ready to pull out his weapon, but y/n stepped in front of him.

“Listen,” she began, addressing the group of tall purple men. “I don’t know what you want from us, but I can guarantee you that nothing we can do will benefit you.” she reasoned, the Master rolling his eyes behind her. He pulled his weapon further out of his pocket, but y/n stuck a hand out and gestured for him to put it away. For once, he obeyed. “If you leave us alone, no one will get hurt and you can go prey upon other unsuspecting travelers other than us. We may not look it, but the pair of us could easily destory you.”

The Master had to stifle a laugh as y/n straightened her posture and puffed out her chest in hopes of looking threatening, but she really just looked like a pigeon. Yet somehow, the purple men were frightened by it and slowly began to back away. Once out of sight, y/n sighed in relief.

“Thank the stars that worked! If it didn’t we’d likely both be dead...” she said, chuckling lightly at the last part trying to get rid of any left over tension.

“Yes and now I’ll kill you myself for making me look like a fool!” the Master threatened, taking a step towards y/n.

“Woah there buck-a-roo!” she exclaimed, wincing as she said so.

The Master’s angery expression turned into one of confusion. “What... was that?” he asked hesitantly.

“Something I have never said before in my life and never want to again!”

“Please don’t make me reconsider my decision to let you stay with me,” the Master said, beginning to walk back towards his TARDIS.

“You mean I couldnt before?” y/n asked, running after him.

“I had hoped to leave you behind here and he done with you,” he explained, “but you’re good with words—or at least I though you were—and I’ve realized you might be useful.”

“Aweee he likes me!” y/n exclaimed. “And please, I say stupid things when faced with really hot men, uh, I mean, uh...”

The Master laughed. Finally a human that wasn’t afraid of him but also didn’t try to be better than him.

Does this mean a I can see the stars now?” y/n asked, leaning against the TARDIS.

“Yes, fine... buck-a-roo.” the Master said as he stepped inside.

“Sweet!” y/n exclaimed between fits of giggles. That was the beginning of a beautiful duo, and one of many inside jokes.

#Ainley!master x reader #the master x reader #ainley!master #the master #classic who #doctor who

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 2 years

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Drabble #1

You fixed The Master with a look but he was too busy laying underneath the TARDIS' console to notice.

"Koschei!" You finally cried in annoyance causing the Time Lord to sit up quickly and bump his head.

Now it was his turn to look at you "What did you do to your hair?"

"Oh, ha, yeah. I was having a really rough evening and forgot I did that."

"Really?"

"NO! Koschei, you fiddled with the wrong part on the console and as revenge, the TARDIS did this to my hair!"

The Master stood up and moved toward you but you held up a hand, "Just please fix whatever you meddled with for the TARDIS' sake and mine."

You turned and walked away.

The Master looked at the console, "I don't suppose you know what I fiddled with."

The TARDIS hummed once before coming to an abrupt stop. The Master grinned and picked up the hammer that was laying on the chair, "The Doctor did mention using this method if the TARDIS decides to be uncooperative. I think it's time I tried it out."

#writing prompt #writing inspiration #writingpromptsdaily #mywriting #doctor who #the master #the master x reader #writingprompt1809 #@promptsforthestrugglingauthor #delgadomasterxreader #delgadomaster #ainley!master #ainleymasterxreader #robertsmaster #robertsmasterxreader #dhawan master #dhawanmasterxreader

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flybi91 · 4 years

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just thought of the best fucking idea for a songfic, feel free to use this idea

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You’re on an adventure with the doctor and master (this can work with any version). They both have a crush on you but are afraid to tell you. You end up getting severely hurt and they bring you back to the tardis, you end up not making it. They end up fighting and blaming each other and they end up finding out they both loved you

#doctor who #the doctor x reader #the master x reader #dhawan!master #gomez!master #simm!master #delgado!master #ainley!master #third doctor #fourth doctor #fifth doctor #sixth doctor #seventh doctor #eighth doctor #tenth doctor #twelfth doctor #thirteenth doctor

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fuckyeahthemaster · 3 years

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The Masterlist of Master Stuff

Note: This list will be updated periodically and added with news things as this blog grows. Always open to suggestions for things to add.

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The Master’s Incarnations:

— Academy!Master (Koschei)

— Delgado!Master

— Crispy!Master

— Ainley!Master

— Roberts!Master

— Shalka!Master

— War!Master (Jacobi)

— MacQueen!Master

— Simm!Master

— Gomez!Master (Missy)

— The Lumiat

— Gatiss!Master (Unbound)

— Dhawan!Master

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Relationships:

— The Master x Reader

— The Master x The Doctor

— The Master x OC

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DW Universe:

— Big Finish Audios

— Doctor Who EU

— Modern Who

— Classic Who

— Master Fandom

#tagslist #navigation #The Master

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simp-for-the-masters · 7 months

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I bet The Master would love edging and would be unbelievably good at it.

They could get inside your head and stop just when you are about to cum. They would love watching you squirm, knowing that you so badly want release, but never give it to you. Keep you like this for hours, for days…weeks. Keep you in a state where they know you would be willing to do *anything* to get relief. Make you look them in the eyes and tell them just how much of a worthless little human whore you are before finally giving you release you desperately crave.

Hell, if they where feeling particularly evil or pissed off with you, they could edge you, then give you a ruined orgasm, revelling in you pain and frustration.

Hnnnnn their little human crying when they get to cum but it isn't satisfying.

#the master x reader #dhawan!master x reader #missy x reader #simm!master x reader #ainley!master x reader #delgado!master x reader

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plethora-of-imagines · 1 month

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Hi, hope you’re having a lovely evening. If I may ask, how would the masters react and feel if a device/ experiment/ malfunction turned the reader into a child (age 3 to 10) please?

Oh none of them handle it well- not because they are bad with kids- they just don't know how to deal with the spontaneous child they now have on their hands.

Delgado!Master:

He is so overwhelmed, the poor man. He is actually pretty good with kids. What he isn't good with is his lover being randomly turned into a child with no clear indication they will turn back anytime soon. If he had run into them as a child that would have been fine, but this is going to drive him insane. He worries over you so much that he resorts to a child leash just for piece of mind.

Ainley!Master:

You're a curious child and it drives him insane. He cannot handle all the questions about what he is doing while he tries to fix this. He does have some left over parenting skills in his stolen body so he does eventually find a way to keep you distracted while he works to fix this.

Simm!Master:

At first he acts as though its a huge problem for him to deal with child you. Then he realizes how you almost have literal stars in your eyes when you look at him. Now he is so very attached to you, and almost doesn't want to turn you back... He will. After a few days.

Missy:

She laughs so hard. Then she plays dress up with you. Treating you like a little doll until she has had her fun and she figures out how to turn you back.

Dhawan!Master:

He just- stares- for a few minutes. Then, once he has wrapped his brains around it- he is so excited. He is going to spoil child you for a few days before even worrying about changing you back into your adult self. He takes you to giant space playgrounds, gets you toys, buys giant stuffed animals larger than you. He adores getting to see your child like excitement as an actual small child. He carries you around, chases you. Its basically enrichment for the man. He gets to indulge in all his child like behavior without feeling weird about it. (He learns how to do it again so you can both enjoy some time as children when you need a break from being an adult)

#anon #the master x reader #dhawan!master x reader #simm!master x reader #ainley!master x reader #missy x reader #delgado!master x reader

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noforkingclue · 7 months

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Please tell me you have more HC of Aniley!Master!! I love hearing your ideas of his personality and things he could do!

Of course I do anon!

Might not be as gentlemanly as Delgado!Master (at least with other companions) but with you he always is. He doesn't want to hurt you too much in case it gives off the wrong impression.

He's bad a flirting (I have a headcannon that all time lords are bad at flirting by human standards)

50-50 on whether or not he'd kidnap you just in order to have you. He does kidnap you in order to get the Doctor to comply with his plans but at the end of the day, he always allows the Doctor to rescue you. Part of him thinks he should just fly off with you in his TARDIS. However, he wants you to come to him willingly, it isn't any fun if he has to force something. But on the other hand, you do look so pretty tied up in his console room...

#ainley!master x reader #the master x reader

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how-masterful · 2 years

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31 Fics of Fright

Day 16- The Perks of Being Stranded

Ainley!Master X Reader

Prompt: Autumn

Notes: This series is just a plethora of my favourite Halloween/ Autumn tropes by this point. What can i say, it’s the most wonderful time of the year! I promise we’ll be back to our scheduled spooky programming tomorrow. For now, enjoy some domestic Fall bliss.

Warnings: None

The Master found humans fascinating. Not in the same manner as the doctor, who would happily adopt any and all strays that wandered into his gaudy old police box. More in the fashion of a scientist, a researcher, putting the ants under the magnifying glass and watching how they scarpered. He lounged back against the park bench, watching the humans wander and stroll, partaking in their daily lives.

He watched them with sonder, his gaze falling on them with curiosity. What meaningless tasks were they about to partake in? A couple and an infant walked down the path, obvious bags under their eyes as the child happily slept. Another was running down the street, mobile device tethered to their arm, ears happily plugged with headphones pounding drivel as they partook in sport. Another was laughing and filming her fellow preteen friend kicking at the mounted pile of leaves the groundsman had just taken approximately an hour and nine minutes to clean up.

The Master half smiled, leaning back against the bench and folding his arms. They were the ones he currently found least appalling in that public park.

That was until he saw you heading down the walkway, carrying a paper bag and balancing your grip with two beverages in a cardboard case. Your bag slung across your middle, practically hiding underneath your woollen coat and knitted scarf, you almost seemed like one of the other humans. Almost.

You smiled as your eyes met his, your pace quickening as you found your way across the path to sit down on the bench, settling down into your seat with a well- deserved sigh.

“I forgot how impatient people were on Earth for their coffee.”

You said, the Master taking the brown paper bag from your clutches.

“Humans do rather lack the ability to wait their turn. Especially when it comes time to feed their caffeine addictions.”

“How’s the reset doing?” You asked, pulling the coffee cup from the holder and taking a sip. You hummed quietly at the warmth on your tongue, sinking back against the bench to match the Master’s posture. The Timelord pulled up the velvet edge of his sleeve, peering down at the golden watch that sat upon his wrist. The watch face beeped and buzzed, the Master pulling down his sleeve resentfully.

“The TARDIS is making progress, we should be able to return in a few hours' time.”

The TARDIS had suffered from an attack, the inside manipulated by matter and convulsing into an indomitable labyrinth. She was currently disguised as a public monument, the inside repairing itself at agonisingly slow speed. She’d dropped you both off in the 21st century, allowing you to kill time while she was able to restore. You hadn’t been back to Earth in quite some time.

“Well, in that case, we’ll have to keep making the most of things. I somehow managed to distract the barista with the black card so much they forgot to charge for the pastries.”

The Master truly smiled then, opening the bag and peering down at the freshly baked treats.

“I presume they’re of the cinnamon kind.” He spoke, lifting it to his nose to sniff.

“How revolutionary, spices in the Autumn.”

You playfully snatched the bag away, replacing it with the Master’s disposable cup.

“If you’re going to insult my freebies, you can starve.” You teased, pulling the individually wrapped cinnamon roll out of the bag.

“And for your information, I got you a pecan nut twist. I couldn’t match your attitude with something salty, so I had to match your personality instead.”

The Master raised an eyebrow, gracefully taking the bag again from your hands and smiling at you expectantly. You knew that grin spoke of danger.

“Ok, that was a bit far. I’m sorry.” You admitted, taking a further sip of your drink. “I’m also slightly proud. But mostly sorry.”

“I’ll accept that apology,” he said casually. “Though, I suggest you don’t question why I'm taking so long to rescue you from peril the next time you get yourself into avoidably foolish danger.”

You gasped, scandalised, before laughing quietly in acceptance. You deserved that, really.

“I’ll make a note of it. I’ll also up my grovelling if that negates the silent treatment later.”

“I believe this… baked twist… will do, my dear. Though that offer is quite tempting.”

At that, the pair of you sat there in a comfortable silence, indulging in the quiet and eating your freshly baked goods. You leant against the Master's side, an unspoken further apology in your gesture, the Master's acceptance of the move speaking for his forgiveness. You both inhaled deep, allowing the crisp air to enter into your lungs. You had to admit, you’d missed these days- sitting in the fresh air and diving into a book, watching the world go by and appreciating your temporary freedom from work. Now all your time was free time, especially with the Master. The universe was your playground, each destination a set of coordinates and a trip into the vortex later.

You sat and watched the world, the time passing wonderfully in the ambience of the Autumn. More leaves had fallen from the trees in the passing wind, the green grass disappearing beneath the ocean of red and brown. You loved the taste of the air, the delightful chill it sent down your spine. You could spend eternity in Autumn, you’d decided. Especially if the Master was at your side.

A stray cat had wandered across the path, a scruffy black cat with short hair and bright yellow eyes. It crawled its way towards the Master, meowing and nuzzling itself against the Timelords leg. You watched him bend down to delicately scratch between the feline’s ears, tickling under its chin. The cat blinked slowly under the Master's touch, meowing softly in enjoyment.

“I never suspected the Kittling’s would remain when the planet collapsed.”

He muttered to himself, the small cat nuzzling the Master's hand. You gasped, a smile spreading across your face.

“It’s a Kittling?”

“Yes, he’s quite far from where the others landed. But he seems to be keeping himself occupied.”

The Master placed the rest of the pastry back into the brown bag, offering it to the Kittling. The cat meowed, you supposed in thanks, before scarpering off back into the bushes.

“Are cats supposed to eat pastry?” You questioned, watching the leaves settle.

“He has a family to feed. It appears he’s halfway to domesticity.”

You looked up at the Timelord, a loving gaze. You watched him observing the various park goers, watching them pass in their busy lives. You supposed he’d also been slightly domesticated, not that you’d ever let him know that, your heart beating strong at the way his hand had unknowingly come to settle on top of yours.

“Since we have another hour or so left,” You began, the Master turning to you and meeting your gaze.

“Would you care to join me on a stroll?”

You felt a heat in your cheeks as the Master smiled, your heart lurching as he finally took hold of your hand, softly squeezing it within his velvet grasp.

“I would be honoured, my dear.” He replied, as the leaves continued to fall.

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Nightmares / Trouble Sleeping

First Doctor

"What are you still doing up?"

You walked into the library, finding the Doctor sitting on a sofa, reading with a lamp on.

"Why are you?" You countered.

He looked back at his book. "I'm a Time Lord. We do not require as much rest as humans do."

You sat beside him and pulled the blanket over your shoulders tighter. "What are you reading?"

"Go back to bed." He told you.

You shook your head and moved closer, resting your elbow on the back of the sofa, placing your head on your hand. "Read to me."

He looked at you, sighing before finding his place. You smiled at him, eyes closing as he finished the third page, and he closed the book, standing up. He placed the book down and moved you, so you were lying comfortably.

Second Doctor

You kept seeing him falling out the Tardis. The haunting way, he shouted your name before falling into space. Ramón wasn't the perfect person, but you were together for many years, and the acceptance just didn't come overnight. You walked into the console room, surprised to see the Doctor working on the Tardis.

"What are you doing?" You asked, shocking him, but his eyes softened when he saw you.

"I'm making adjustments to the circuit." He said.

"What will it do?" You walked over, and he closed the panel, standing up to face you.

"I'd prefer to talk about why you're not asleep." He placed his arms around you when you wrapped your arms around his waist. "You're still having nightmares."

"It's silly, and I know he wasn't a good man but -" You sighed into his shoulder, closing your eyes when he pressed a soothing kiss on your forehead. "I hate him, but a part of me is still sad that he's gone. He is floating somewhere out there."

He nodded in understanding, "It's not silly at all. It's perfectly natural." He told you. "But this is the second night this week, and you must get some rest."

"Will you join me?" You asked.

"Of course. I'll program the Tardis first; then, I'll join you." He smiled softly, and you ran your hand along his arm as you stepped away, feeling him squeeze your hand, watching you walk out.

The Doctor turned to the console, making the necessary adjustments before following you to the bedroom.

Having a face that resembled your former husband that you had watched fall into space, wasn't easy. But somehow his presence was easing your pain, instead of making it worse.

Third Doctor

The Master killed him. One of his nemesis plans had finally succeeded, and you could only watch as the Doctor was defeated. And when you woke up from your nightmare, you still weren't convinced. So you went to UNIT and entered the lab, seeing the Tardis where he had left it.

You knocked on the Tardis, and moments later, it opened for you. The Doctor smiled at you before frowning at the way you looked at him.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He chuckled.

You approached him, staring intently before hugging him as tight as you could. He wrapped his arms around you and patted your back.

"Okay, you're strangling me now."

You loosened your grip but didn't release him completely.

"What's the matter?"

You shook your head, "Nothing." Your smile was small and wasn't as reassuring as you intended for it to be. You placed your head on his chest, and tears fell from your eyes at the sound of his two heartbeats.

He was alive. And it had all been one incredibly realistic and detailed nightmare.

Fourth Doctor

It had been weeks since you had encountered Styre. The Doctor had patiently waited for the day you finally let yourself be affected by the experiments performed on you, the mind tricks that haunted your nightmares.

Harry was the first to hear your screams, and Sarah was the one who got the Doctor. You weren't responding when they tried to wake you up. He walked in and ushered them out before approaching the bed. You were flinching every few seconds, muttering incoherently.

The Doctor tried to wake you, shaking you before realizing you were completely lost in your nightmare and put two fingers on both sides of your head, entering your mind. You breathed heavily as you snapped out your nightmare, and you were shaking violently, sobbing into your hands.

"Just breathe. Don't forget to breathe." He sent you a sad smile while wrapping his arms around your trembling figure. You weren't sure how long it took, minutes, or hours but he stayed with you until you calmed down, falling asleep on his chest.

And when Sarah went searching for him in the morning, she found you both fast asleep, curled together, his arm around you protectively.

Fifth Doctor

There was one thing you feared, and it was Daleks. Your confidence became your safety net. You could pretend that you weren't afraid, but the Doctor paid close attention to you, waiting for the cracks to appear.

You were wary about him, unsure of what you could do and what you couldn't. But when his arms were as welcoming as those in your own time, you cried on his chest, and it was the most serious moment you had shared since you arrived.

Sixth Doctor

You walked out of your bedroom, finding Peri heading down the corridor. "What is he doing?" She complained, yawning tiredly.

"I don't know. Go back to bed. I'll deal with it." You told her, heading to the source of the noise.

The Doctor had pulled the console apart, fixing wires that didn't need fixing. You sighed, crossing your arms.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He looked at you, and you frowned at the tiredness in his eyes. "I have to fix it."

"I don't think she agrees with you." You nodded to the console, earning a loud hum of what you assumed was agreement.

"Yes, well, she is rather temperamental." The panel he was working on sparked, and he hissed, sucking his finger. "Besides, your trip to Brazil has caused glitching."

"Hey, she took over this flight, I couldn't help it. And you've landed in the wrong place before." You reminded him.

You walked over to him and touched his shoulder. "You need to sleep."

"Sleep? Sleep? At a time like this?" You pulled him away from the Tardis console, and when he tried to break free, you bit his hand. He was yelling for the entire walk to his bedroom, where you struggled to get him to lie down. You lay beside him and placed his head on your chest.

"Are you going to pull my hair again?"

"Considering you woke me up in the middle of the night, I am tempted. But no." You looked down at him with a smile, and he watched you curiously. "What?"

"That's the nicest thing you've said to me since I regenerated."

You would've laughed if you didn't realize he was right. "Don't get used to it."

He stared across the room, and you felt his body relax as you played with his hair, falling asleep.

Peri found you in the morning, the Doctor sleeping peacefully with his arms around your waist, your chest as his pillow.

Seventh Doctor

You weren't on friendly terms yet. You treated Ace as a sister, and he knew that it would take more than the universe to get you to forgive him.

You still had nightmares of the Iceworld. It had been three months, but you couldn't get a decent night's sleep.

He knew you liked music, so he got the Tardis to place a stereo in your room, and you could sleep to the sounds coming from the radio. And in the morning, you gave him your first smile since the Iceworld, and it made him believe that he was worth forgiving.

Eighth Doctor

When the excitement of a recent adventure didn't wear off, you would find him in the console room, searching for your next adventure. You would pull him back to bed, and he would talk about where he could take you. You would fall asleep first, and he wouldn't move in fear of waking you, and eventually, he would fall asleep.

War Doctor

You wandered the hallways of the Tardis when you couldn't sleep. You were staring into the milky way when the Doctor found you. He sat beside you, holding out a cup of tea.

"Couldn't sleep?"

You shook your head, thanking him for the tea. You were all he had left and he was all you had. Your families; your planet was gone.

"I keep seeing it every time I close my eyes."

"I know." He said softly, placing his arm around you, and you rested your head on his shoulder.

Ninth Doctor

The Time War was fresh in his mind, and the Tardis chose you, a companion that she believed understood the Doctor the most. The lights in your room would flicker and wake you up. She would light the way, leading you to where the Doctor was sitting, thinking about the destruction of Gallifrey.

When his teary eyes met with yours, you knew why the Tardis led you to him. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, and he buried his head in your shoulder.

You would stand there for an hour, maybe more before you could convince him to sleep.

Tenth Doctor

You had traveled on the Tardis for some time, and finding the Doctor in the console room, holding Rose's jacket, was not what you expected in the middle of the night. You were sure your presence would add to his heartache, but you had to do something. You stepped out of the shadows, and he looked at you, broken beyond repair.

"What am I going to do?"

His words made tears form in your eyes, and you stepped forward to hug him, and he held you tightly, closing his eyes to fight his tears, but you could feel some escaping down your neck.

Neither of you got any sleep that night. But you did believe that in time, maybe he could find closure, and his mind wouldn't be so loud and allow him to rest. So you stayed up with him for as long as you could. The Doctor took you to your bedroom and made sure you were comfortable.

He stopped at the doorway, looking back at your sleeping form. You were a reminder that he wasn't alone. And it was a message he needed to hear.

Eleventh Doctor

The wheezing of the Tardis relaxed you. You were fond of the sound, even if it proved the Doctor left the brakes on. You followed the sound to the console room, finding the Doctor working underneath. He called up to you, looking up at you through the glass. You took a seat on the chair, wrapping your blanket over you.

"Nightmares?" He asked knowingly.

You had traveled with him for a while, and in the beginning, he was always shocked to walk in and find you sleeping near the console. Then he learned the reason why he was sympathetic and upgraded the chair so you would be more comfortable.

He came over to sit beside you, and you smiled, curling up into his side, legs over his and his arm around your neck, hand playing with your hair as you laid your head on his shoulder.

"Good night, Y/N." He kissed your forehead with a smile.

Twelfth Doctor

He was freshly regenerated and had a lot of energy pumping through him. But you knew he needed to sleep for the remainder of the process.

"Did you have a bedroom?" He asked.

You smiled, hands under your cheek as you stared at him. "Yeah. I had two actually. One for me and another for, well, anyone who needed it really."

He went quiet, but you knew he would think of something else to say.

He did ask more questions, turning his head when you didn't answer. He was tempted to wake you up but decided against it. He smiled faintly, pulling the sheets up to your shoulder.

He laid beside you on the bed, and you were the last thing he saw as he let sleep wash over him.

Thirteenth Doctor

The Master got inside your head. And as much as she tried to help, the Doctor couldn't fix the damage. You stayed up three nights in a row, and she hated that the only thing she could do was talk about it. But this incarnation was socially awkward, and you didn't want to make it worse. You needed the warmth of Eleven and the humor of Nine to get you through it. So she took you on a trip to see them both. Eleven then, Nine. And when you returned, you were smiling brighter than you had before.

Delgado!Master

"You need to sleep."

He turned to find you rubbing your eyes, a fond smile on his lips. You approached him and pulled him away from the plan he was creating that would annoy the Doctor, no doubt.

You took him to his room, and the Master sighed, holding his hands up when you waited expectantly. He laid down, and you tucked him in.

"If I find you are wandering around again, I will lock the door."

You yawned and didn't complain when he brought you beside him. "I assume that you are taking care of me until the Doctor manages to get you back."

"You get into too much trouble, and you'll end up dead if you aren't at your best." You mumbled, falling asleep on his chest.

It was the closest thing to you confessing that you cared. And it would be a while before he received a confession he wanted to hear.

Ainley!Master

You had run for at least twenty miles without stopping. You were exhausted, the adrenaline had settled, but you still couldn't sleep. It had been too close a call this time.

The Tardis light up the hallway, and he followed the lights to your room. He heard the music blaring inside and opened the door, finding you sitting with your head on your knees on the bed.

"I thought you would be sleeping by now..."

"I was, but...doesn't matter." You looked at him, "Why are you awake?"

"The monitor was glitching." He said. "You can join me if you like?"

You nodded and took his outstretched hand, walking to the console room. You were fighting your sleep, and the Master knew you wouldn't open up to him. You held tools for him, and when you finished helping hours later, he could see you were losing the fight. He picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, falling asleep in his arms. He placed you down gently, and when you wouldn't unwrap your arms from his neck, he laid down, and you cuddled into him.

After that night, your relationship changed.

Roberts!Master

You shivered, turning on your side as you struggled to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in. The door opened, and you looked at the Master who glared at you.

"I'm trying to work!"

"Sorry." You sighed, sitting up. "I can't sleep. I usually fall asleep on -" you laid down, fluffing your pillow. "I won't bother you again."

He observed you for a moment and weighed the options in his mind. Keep you awake, and you'll be less helpful to him, or help you sleep, and he can continue to work.

He laid down, and you turned around, seeing his green eyes shining in the darkness. He waited for you to initiate contact, placing your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, and you closed your eyes. You fought back the tears, hoping that your husband would survive.

You fell asleep minutes later, the Master unable to leave due to your grip. He was tempted to push you away, but when you whimpered, he stopped trying.

All he wanted to do was ensure you had a good sleep so you could continue to help him with his plans. Yeah, he didn't entirely convince himself either.

Jacobi!Master

He was always getting headaches. You knew he had trouble sleeping and would know when he was awake. He would be working throughout the night, and you would sit with him. You would fall asleep with your head on your arms, and he would wake you when he noticed you were sleeping in an uncomfortable position and take you to bed. He would find that the drums were silenced, if only for a little while, and he could get a few hours sleep.

Simms!Master

You believed he was dead. So when he turned up on your doorstep wearing a black hoodie, you were surprised, freaked out, but thrilled.

He was alone for a long time, so you expected him to behave out of the ordinary. But the way he stared, lost in his mind frightened you.

You woke up, finding him sitting beside you on the bed, hands on his stomach as he stared at the wall. You slowly put a hand on his chest, getting his attention. His eyes softened as you touched his cheek, closing briefly before opening again.

"Did I wake you?" He asked.

You shook your head, "No. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He kissed your forehead. "Go back to sleep."

You moved closer, resting your head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you.

You began to sing quietly, and he smiled down at you, a hint of sadness to it. He had missed you more than you'd ever know, more than he would tell you, and he was finding it challenging to sleep out of fear of what he would see when his eyes were closed.

But he had a weakness for your singing. It would help him relax when he had a stressful day, and eventually, he could no longer fight his sleep, head leaning against yours. You smiled and closed your eyes, hoping that he would find peace in his dreams.

Missy

She didn't want to be alone. Meeting you again, finding you had been traveling with the Doctor who had changed you, made you better, in your opinion, was a blessing. You weren't much different. You saw the beauty in the universe and weren't plotting against the Doctor. But you were happy, happier now she had returned.

She didn't want to take her eyes off of you, afraid when she blinked you would disappear.

You opened your eyes and frowned at the faraway look in her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I was just thinking." She attempted to smile, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"I know you're afraid I've changed completely. I just don't want to hurt people like we used to. And I still care about you."

"You won't leave me then?" She tried to smirk, but you could see the insecurity in her eyes.

"No. Never." You kissed her tenderly. "Get some sleep I'll be here when you wake up."

You wrapped your arms around her, and she turned, cuddling into you. You smiled as you kissed her head. You looked down at her to find she was asleep, and only then did you fall asleep.

Dhawan!Master

He was stranded for seventy-seven years. Add that to the secrets of Gallifrey, the tales of the Timeless Children; it was safe to say he had a lot to deal with emotionally. You would find him in the console room, working on his next idea to get rid of the Doctor, and he would see your sleepy figure, and when you opened your arms, he would do all he could not to cry. You were heaven sent, and the one person he trusted, who was loyal and didn't let him down. For seventy-seven years, he was desperate to return to you, wondering if he would find you had suffered at the hands of the Doctor.

You would hold him as he inevitably broke down and whispered soothing words in his ear. He fell asleep while you played with his hair. He didn't know how he had become so reliant on you, but he knew that he couldn't live without you.

Jamie McCrimmon

You missed home. The Tardis was fascinating, but you missed the fields, the horses, and your family. The Tardis had given you the same bedroom, and the Doctor believed she had done so to bring you both closer. Jamie was thrilled to be marrying you, but you weren't fond of arranged marriages and were hesitant about him. But the shared room had brought you both closer in some ways; you would greet each other in the morning and have breakfast together. If one of his shirts were torn during an adventure, you would stitch it for him.

The moment you truly believed your marriage had a future was when you couldn't fall asleep. Jamie had woken up due to your moving around, and when you opened up to him, he considered it a defining moment in your relationship. He told you stories of his childhood and gave detail of the hills that eased your homesickness as you reminiscence with him.

You fell asleep on his shoulder, and he smiled, tucking you in before falling asleep beside you.

Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart

In his line of work, there was a lot that could go wrong. And you were sure you had nightmares about every possible scenario. You knew what happened daily, and the aliens he had fought against gave you more to fear.

He returned home at odd times. You didn't want to trouble him with something you considered silly.

But when he returned home one night to find you trembling and crying in your sleep, he thought it was anything but 'silly.'

He took your mind off of it by talking about other things. You calmed down and eventually fell asleep in his arms. And he made sure to call during the day, come home when he said he would, anything to ease your worries to keep the nightmares away.

Mike Yates

You had always considered Mike invincible. So when his mind was taken over, the fear began to sink in. He was as mortal as everyone else (well, excluding the Doctor). And it frightened you, plaguing your dreams at night. He was fast asleep beside you, and you shook him awake. When he saw the tears in your eyes, he held you until you calmed down and you fell asleep to the sound of his beating heart.

Alydon

The war with the Daleks raged on in many Thralls minds. As a front line warrior you had seen more than most and while Alydon had led the Thralls during the war he hadn't seen the horrors you had. And when you are woken by a nightmare he feels helpless as all he can do is hold you. But that's exactly what you needed, to know that he was there and he was safe.

Rory Williams

He didn't like to mention it but he had nightmares of the battles he had participated in as a Roman. It was like you sensed he needed someone to talk to as you would be waiting in the kitchen with a drink that would soothe him back to sleep.

Ian Chesterton

You had nightmares about your almost execution. One second you were asleep and the next you were staring down the blade of a gulliotine. Ian had been separated from the women and you were doing your best to comfort Susan, but you couldn't hide your own fear. Ian found you in the library, unable to sleep, and he had seen the light through the gap in the door on his way to the kitchen kitchen make tea. He found you reading and from the tears on your cheeks, you weren't managing to find a distraction.

It was plain for Susan and Barbara to see that he cared about you differently. Long before you had stepped on the Tardis, the life threatening situations bringing you closer.

"Nightmares?" He asked knowingly, joining you on the sofa.

"I know it's silly but I can't shake it." You confessed, wiping tears from your cheeks.

"Its not silly at all. The past few weeks have been rather exciting. Today was a little too close for comfort, I agree." He took your hand with a small smile, and you met his gaze. "But we survived."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he rubbed your back soothingly. "I was so frightened." You weren't only afraid for yourself, but for the man you had fallen for. For Susan who had so much life left to live. For Barbara who had become a close friend. For the Doctor who despite kidnapping you all was someone you cared for.

He held you tighter, thinking of his time in the cell, not knowing if you were executed. "Me too."

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