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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 months

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requesting fluff with dhawan!master x their gn! companion

I tried to make this extra cute and fluffy because I'm such a sucker for those kinds of things (also shout out to my bestest bud @your-next-daydream for helping me come up with this corny ass pun of a title. I love you sm <3)

The One Who Rocks My World (Dhawan! Master x reader)

Warnings: soft! Master (he might be slightly ooc due to a part in this where he gets a little emotional), teeny weeny bit of hurt/comfort, but mostly just lots and lots of fluff

"Ooh, let's go there!" You said in excitement, pointing at a random alien marketplace that popped up on one of the TARDIS console's many screens.

The Master merely sighed, knowing you wouldn't stop pestering him until you got what you wanted. He usually wasn't a fan of random, one off trips (he wasn't The Doctor) but something about you always made it so hard for him to say no.

"Fine, but we're staying for no longer than two hours, three tops. And I'm not buying you anything there." He said sternly, glancing up at you while he punched in the coordinates. "Do you understand?"

You simply squealed happily in response, clapping your hands together. "Yay! I knew you'd say yes!"

Less than twenty minutes later, the two of you arrived at the marketplace. You'd grabbed The Master by the hand and were already starting to drag him towards it before the TARDIS had even landed properly.

"Slow down, the market's not going anywhere in the ten minutes it'll take us to get there," he grumbled, though he made no real attempt to stop you, something he could very well do if he so pleased.

He lingered a little behind you, following you around from vendor to vendor as you oohed and awed over the different wares being sold.

"Remember, I'm not buying you anything, so don't pick anything up if you don't have the money to pay for it," he called after you, watching as you picked up a piece of fabric that was similar to a scarf.

You frowned slightly before putting it back down, knowing full well that even if you did have the money, you most likely wouldn't know how much to give them, and you had no interest in being scammed by some random alien seller, again.

The Master shook his head at your antics, smiling softly to himself. As irritating as you could be sometimes, he did have to admit he found it to be pretty endearing.

He turned to say something else to you before realizing you'd run off again, though to where he wasn't entirely sure. He was about to start tearing apart the entire marketplace looking for you before you suddenly popped up again, this time holding something in your hands.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to figure out what you had. "What's that in your hands?"

"Oh, I found it on the ground over there!" You said while pointing to a beachy area that was littered with small, multicolored stones. "It's for you."

He looked at you in confusion as he took the stone, not quite sure what to say. "What is this?"

"It's a rock." You stated plainly, doing nothing to actually answer his question.

"Yes, I'm well aware of that." He did his best to supress an eye roll. "I mean, why are you giving it to me?"

"Well, because I care about you," you stated as though it should've been obvious. "And you give gifts to people you care about."

That made sense, he supposed, though The Master never really did view himself as someone other people would care for. But, still. A rock?

"Why a rock?" He asked curiously, turning it over in his hands.

"Because it's purple," you simply replied, an unwavering smile on your face. "And you wear purple a lot, so I figured it must be one of your favorite colors. Plus, it reminded me of you."

Your words made him want to cry. You thought about him enough that you were reminded of him in even the smallest of things?

"It's- it's very nice," he choked out, blinking back a sudden onslaught of tears.

You frowned slightly, your forehead creasing in concern. "Aw, don't cry." You immediately wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for a comforting hug.

He wasn't nearly as stiff as he was the first few times you showed him physical affection, but he was obviously still a little awkward about it, holding his arms out to the side while you hugged him.

He glanced yet again at the rock in his hand, watching as the mixture of colors shined brightly in the sun, like his very own kaleidoscope.

The purple color of the stone made him smile, and he very slowly did his best to hug you back properly, not missing the way you seemed to hold on for a bit longer after that.

If this was always what happened when you went on trips together, then he'd have to make sure to plan them more often.

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truthbehindthemysteries · 2 years

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It is canon to me that D!Master would steal a companion of 13's away to have all to himself. She always has so many companions but he doesn't. He never wanted them but when he saw you, that all changed. And what better one to steal than the one his best friend turned enemy desired most? You, of course. The way she reacted when he took you, arms around your waist, eyes never leaving hers as a smirk was plastered on his face? He'd never forget as he took your soft enchanting form away with him.

Facts

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hauntingcryptids · 7 months

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Tell Me That I Belong To You

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader is having a bad day. So, with the convincing of The TARDIS, The Reader seeks comfort in The Master.

Based On This Request - *This was originally based on a request but the more I continued to write and edit it, the more the fic drifted away from the prompt. So, I am just going to let this be its own fic and write another fic more closely aligned to the prompt.

Warnings - Reader not feeling well, insecurity on the part of the reader, canon typical telepathy. (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count - 1864

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. I have a smut version of this fic if anyone would like to read it, but I don’t want to post it if people would just prefer the fluff version. I also don’t know how good this is, but I just wanted to get something out there after feeling awful mentally for a while. So, I hope that you enjoy this :)!

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You woke up with a headache. The type of headache that no matter how much water you drank, food you ate, or sun(TARDIS created sun) you layed in would cure your malady. Headaches, in general, but especially ones as bad as the one you were experiencing, always made your whole day awful. Oftentimes, the pain in your head would cause you to spiral internally until your mental health was utterly destroyed. That’s where you were now, arguing to yourself in your head about you and your “Humanness” and how you weren’t good enough for The Master. How could you possibly be good enough for The Master? Even if you weren’t Human, why would he want to be with someone like you?

The TARDIS beeped determinedly. You were becoming better at understanding The TARDIS given how much time you had spent within the ship but still you could only understand part of what she was telling you. The bits you could discern were: “The Master loves you”, “you are good enough”, “you have always been enough”, and “The Master would never think such horrible things about you. Ever!”

Eventually, you stopped The TARDIS’s rant about how great you were and that she wished that she could help improve your self-image. You thanked her for everything she said. Even though didn’t understand everything, you could feel her distress over your thoughts and her want to help you.

“The Master could help you where I fail.” The TARDIS finally said telepathically.

“He’s probably busy, though.” You mumbled, worried about upsetting him if you interrupted him while he was doing something.

“Go to him. He wouldn’t want to know that you allowed yourself to suffer when he was there ready and available to help you.” The TARDIS had to say this statement a couple of times in order for you to fully understand, and you sighed in response. She was right. The Master would be furious if he found out that you hid your distress from him, you knew that, he said as much many times before. It’s just that your brain would lie to you when you were upset.

“The Master will understand.” The sentient time and spaceship whispered into your brain. The TARDIS, given her time being The Master’s ship, knew better than anyone how the state of a person’s physical health could affect their mental health. She knew how greatly The Master suffered, therefore The Master would never judge you. The TARDIS just hoped that you knew what she knew.

“Can you lead me to The Master, please?” You asked after ruminating over everything the incredibly kind ship communicated to you. The TARDIS cheerfully directed you to the main library where The Master often lounged.

Like many times before, The Master was sitting horizontally on the sofa reading. He seemed engrossed in the thick tome resting up against his bent thigh. The alien’s engrossed demeanour made you want to turn back and talk to The Master later, but The TARDIS reassured you with a comforting presence. Both you and the ship knew that the only person who could make you happy when you were feeling off was the rogue Time Lord.

You walked up as quietly as you could and poked the Master’s cheek with your finger. The Master looked up at you with a smile, completely unbothered. Even while agonisingly planning an upcoming plan to toy with The Doctor, you would always bring him joy just with your presence. You were never a bother to him,

“Hello, my little Human. How are you today?” The Master seemed so calm even though you expected him to be upset. You wrapped your arms around your torso anxiously and subconsciously began rocking back and forth on your feet.

“Can I sit on your lap please, Master?” You sounded tired, which worried The Master, though he chose not to react for your benefit.

“Of course, love.” The Master placed the book he was researching and moved slightly to allow you to sit on his lap.

As soon as you rested your body against his, The Master scooted his body down the sofa until the two of you were practically lying down. The Master then wrapped his arms firmly around your back, trapping you against his chest with the beating of his hearts rattling throughout your body.

You breathed a sigh of relief, causing The Master to chuckle lovingly. You then nuzzled against his clothes-covered collarbones and the base of his neck and then breathed in his scent. His presence was comforting, but unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. Your mind still hurt and your thoughts still moved far too quickly for you to properly calm down. You assumed that your thoughts were loud, loud enough for The Master to hear, but you didn’t put any effort into hiding your thoughts. You just wanted to dissolve into The Master’s chest and to let all of your anxieties disappear.

“I’m sorry that you aren’t feeling well, Y/n.” The Master said softly against your ear. One of his hands absentmindedly caressed up and down your back.

“Make me feel good, Master, please. You’re the only one who can.” Your headache seemed to peak right before you committed yourself to asking The Master for some help. The warmth of The Master’s body against yours and the severe pain spiking through your head was too contrasting and too overwhelming to put on a brave face any longer.

“What kind of Master would I be if I didn’t take care of my beloved Human.” The feel of The Master’s smirk against your skin sparked a warmth to spread through you. The Master always made you feel better and more secure, but on bad days you just needed a bit more reassurance.

“Please tell me that you mean that?”

“Of course I mean it, my love. You are the only person I could ever care about.” The Master adjusted slightly in order to look you in the eye. You shied away, avoiding eye contact, and The Master didn’t push you to look at him. Though he did brush a hand down the side of your face a couple of times before kissing your forehead delicately.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable, love.” The Master said this to inform you that he would move the two of you. He would carry you places in The TARDIS without telling you where you were going when you were feeling like your everyday self, but not when you were feeling off. The Master never wanted to add to your anxiety, so he would always tell you when he would carry you off somewhere.

The Master moved the two of you so he was sitting up with you on his lap. He wrapped your legs around his waist and held you tightly against his chest before finally standing up with you securely in his arms. Then he carried you off to your shared bedroom.

Once in the dark-themed and dimly lit bedroom, The Master gently placed you on the bed and wrapped you up in as many blankets as you wanted and needed. He stepped back from the bed momentarily to remove his clothes that were far inferior to yours when it came to the act of cuddling and resting. Eventually, he crawled under the covers to join you on the bed. He cuddled closer to you, holding you tighter than he did in the library, and then rubbed his hands up and down your back as you returned to your place cuddling into The Master’s side.

“What do you need, my love?”

“You.” You’re speech was muffled by The Master’s neck, but he still understood you.

“Yes, but what do you need me to do? I know that you are hiding something in that beautiful mind of yours.” You felt The Master softly tap a finger against your temple, a little jolt of calmness and relief coursing through you with each tap.

“You won’t laugh at me, will you?”

“Never.” The Master answered with sincerity heavy in his tone. You nervously mumbled your response under your breath and into his neck, making this comment more difficult for The Master to decipher.

“I couldn’t hear you, love.”

“Can you tell me I belong to you?” You asked a bit louder, but you were still quiet and nervousness permeated your question. The Master’s breath caught in his throat. He tried his best to hold in his excitement brought on by your request because this moment was about you. The idea of you belonging to him was exactly what The Master wanted, more than anything in the Universe, probably even the Multiverse. What added to his growing excitement and adoration of you was the fact that The Master didn’t even have to make you feel this way. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Somehow, the stars aligned and they delivered the perfect person to The Master. What else could he do but give you whatever you wanted in an act of gratification?

“You belong to me, love. You always will belong to your Master. You’ll be mine forever.” The Master cuddled you impossibly closer, intertwining your bodies in a knot, and whispered into your ear with all the devotion and fervour he felt for you heavy on his tongue.

“And you really mean that -” You tried to ask again, but The Master cut you off before you could finish your insecurity-filled question.

“Of course I mean that. I would never lie to you, especially about this.” This time when The Master moved to look you in the eye you didn’t turn away. His warm chocolate eyes held all of the sentiments that were laced within his words and even more. If it were possible, you would stare into his eyes forever.

“Thank you, Master.”

“There is no need to thank me. You just need some rest and then you will feel better.” You huffed into The Master’s neck, just wishing that he would accept your gratitude without dismissing it.

“Come on, rest your head on my chest and close your eyes. I will deal with that headache and those pesky thoughts that were troubling you.” You did as The Master asked, already planning how you would repay The Master for everything he did for you today.

As soon as you placed your head on The Master’s chest, the sound of his heartbeats immediately calmed you down and the pressure on your mind began to subside. The Master massaged his hands along your back, starting slowly along your neck and then moving further down toward the base of your spine. He smoothed every ache and worked out every knot and kink, all the while placing delicate kisses across your head and face. You heard him whispering praises in your ear, some in your native language and some in his. Even though you couldn’t understand everything he spoke to you, you knew that what he said was entirely comprised of his love. Because of The Master’s actions, you soon fell asleep. You were completely consumed by the rogue Time Lord’s presence, just like you wanted to be when the day began.

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evenstar0600 · 1 year

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greetings name twin! loved your Tom riddle fic. it was super good :) could I humbly request some headcanons for how different doctor who characters would react to you cupping their face??? thank you :)))))

hello, my lovely. and fellow Jace. thank you for your kind words!

PLOT: the request

PAIRING: various!doctor who characters x gender neutral!reader

WARNINGS: biting, the master (they are a warning by themself), mentions of the time war, angst, fluff etc

AUTHOR'S NOTES: reader is female in bill's part and is half time-lord btw. and reader is female in yaz's part.

THE NINTH DOCTOR

mans is shocked

like 100% will freeze and just awkwardly stand there

he'll eventually melt into your touch

since the time war, he's closed off his emotions

upon cupping his face, he'll become emotionally vulnerable around you

ngl, he'd probably say 'fantastic!' or something like that.

THE TENTH DOCTOR

bless this sweet baby's hearts

since he's the polar opposite of his previous incarnation, he'll be all for it

i can picture him blushing and smiling (like in the gif)

you'd have him twirling his hair and kicking his feet

100% would give you forehead kisses and cuddles

would be a bit confused as he's got a thing with rose but y'know, for the sake of fanfic they're not together

THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR

baby. baby boy.

he'd be all smiles and shit like that

he loves you to the edge of the universe and back

in turn, he'd cup both your cheeks too

100% would catch feelings for you after this

deffo would snog you

amy ships it

river, who knows what happens in the future, just smiles contentedly and knowingly

THE TWELFTH DOCTOR

"what the hell are you doing?"

i can picture him saying that

like nine, he'd be frozen solid

for at least a minute or two

he melts into your touch

he comes off as a grumpy old man but he yearns for affection

he'll even kiss your palm softly and brush his nose against your thumb

like with clara in face the raven, he'd retract your hand and softly kiss it

THE THIRTEENTH DOCTOR

she's gonna say shit like "brilliant".

also, since she's fruity asf she'll blush

much like her previous incarnations, she'll blush

and smile

this bby is made of sunshine and rainbows

i love her sm

might pull a chris chibbers and not kiss you (# we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

SIMM!MASTER

would bite your hand

like 10000000% would bite your hand

depends on his mood

he'll either nip your hand or maybe its a full-on chomp

we've seen him in "the end of time", he ate two whole ass people that episode

he's either biting you or straight-up killing you.

there is no middle ground

MISSY/GOMEZ!MASTER

it depends which part of capaldi's era

if it's in series 9, then she'll do to you what she did to osgood.

dead

deadeth

unaliven't

if its in series 10, she'll freeze.

she might cry

will need cheering up

so cuddles

she might shrug you off but then a couple hours later, she might cuddle with you.

either way, its death or cuddles.

your choice

DHAWAN!MASTER

crazy ass fucker

like simm, he gives bitey vibes

instead of having half a mind to eat you or some shit, he'll nip your hand

or he'd scoff at your and push you away

third case scenario, if he's feeling vulnerable, he'll demand a hug

and god, if anyone hears about it, they're dead

canon, i'm his eyebrow

ROSE TYLER

she's so pretty <33333

given the era she's from, she'd probs say "i'm not gay"

for the sake of fanfic, i reckon she'd smile and give you a hug

i can imagine her giving really good hugs

will take you out for chips after

MARTHA JONES

she's stunning <33333

would be a bit awkward given her crush on the doctor

for the sake of the fic, she doesn't fancy the doctor

she might cry

but its happy tears

melts into your touch

would probably develop feelings for you

DONNA NOBLE

"wot"

^what she's realistically say

given that her ex-fiancee tried to kill her or something, she's a bit wary

would probably say something like "you wot mate?" or "not my type, sunshine" idk

the doctor is probably standing in the background like "miss girl what is going on here"

wilf might smile or something. (love wilf sm)

RORY WILLIAMS

would be so awkward it's cute

he's so sexy in the roman uniform

given he's married to amy, he'd be like "no thanks"

or he'd say like "i'm flattered but i'm happily- moderately- i'm married"

(again for the sake of fanfic, he and amy aren't together)

he'd 100% blush

river is, once again, smiling the background

RIVER SONG

she knows all

when you first met the infamous river song, she told you that both of you were, quote on quote, "close" in the future

after the ordeal with the weeping angels, you were terrified.

she comforts you and you cup her cheek

she smiles, knowing that this is the start of something brilliant

would maybe cry a little but would kiss your forehead

years down the line, you'd both reflect on how that was the starting point of your marriage

AMY POND

100% would flirt with you

like i'm not even kidding

rory would be like "wtf" in the background"

theres an episode where she started flirting with herself so i'm not even suprised

maybe, just maybe, would give you a smooch

CLARA OSWALD

your impossible girl

would be a tad shocked but would smile

bisexual queen

kisses your hand

then kisses you

no middle ground

melts into your touch 100%

BILL POTTS

bill is a sweetheart and one of my favourite companions

if you cupped her face after a stressful adventure, she'd pause

time would literally stop for her

she'd smile

since loosing heather to the sentient oil, love had been off her mind

then she met you: the doctor's great-granddaughter, the daughter of susan foreman.

might, just might, end up in a kiss.

the doctor smiles, missy deffo takes a picture and nardole cheers.

YASMIN "YAZ" KHAN

yaz is SO pretty and you can't tell me otherwise

sapphic queen

if you cupped her cheek, she'd hesitate before metling into your touch

her face would heat up and her heart would beat at a million beats a minute

might develop budding feelings for you

sapphic queen (#we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

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agent-barnes40 · 4 months

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Can't Catch Me Now

title from Olivia Rodrigo's song by the same name

Part 1

13th Doctor x GN!Reader (Assumed Platonic by reader, Assumed Romantic by Doctor)

Dhawan!Master X GN!Reader (Romantic)

ANGST, Suggestive, fluff, hurt/comfort

Majorly follows the events of Spyfall!

2,186 words

You had pulled an Amelia Pond, been the first face her face had seen, and then just disappeared. She noticed immediately, of course she had, but she became so focused on going with the rest of the Fam to wherever the men in the black cars.

When she landed with Graham at O's shack, she didnt expect to see you walking out with bottles of water for the Australian secret service. Graham looked between The Doctor and you as you shook your head at Seesay and Browning. "Not projections or mirrors, full alien tech, that's my Doctor for ya."

O grabbed your hand and gripped it, a soft smile on your face as you turned to look at him. "She decoded the fish you put together." You whispered softly, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Hey Doc! Hey Graham! I've got tea going for you guys."

"How did you get here before us?" Graham asked while The Doctor pulled you away from O and scanned you with the sonic screwdriver.

"Did you forget? I had The Doctor drop me off at the airport, I'm here visiting my boyfriend." You gestured toward O who gave a little wave. "Sorry, love, didn't expect her and Graham to freak out like this."

O shook his head, waving his hand around. "Don't worry. Once all of this is over, I can have you to myself."

The Doctor looked between you and O, questions ringing throughout her head, betrayal shooting to the top of all her emotions but she shook it away as she had to focus.

Browning and Seesay were dead and O was covering your body with his as the alien in the tube started to glow even more. "Don't look, love. It wont hurt you." His head had landed next to your ear, his voice dropping from the O voice he had been using to his regular rumble.

You had to hide how his voice affected you pretty quickly when you heard The Doctor whisper out Yaz's name and you turned to look, your heart dropping. He hadn't said the Kasaavin could do that. The Doctor hurried to get Yaz out while O helped her. Graham looked just as scared as you were. "I'm sure the Doc is gonna go get Ryan as soon as her and O get Yaz out."

You wore a deep purple outfit, ignoring how The Doctor wanted everyone to wear black. You and O had made sure to separate yourselves as you were dragged with The Doctor as the fam separated, you sending a pointed look to O. The Doctor had you stood next to her as you drank the champagne that was being handed out. "So, you and O?"

"Yes, me and O. What's there to talk about?" You asked, tilting your head and looking at her.

"You never told me you had a boyfriend." The Doctor said, looking at you.

"I told you that I had a boyfriend." You said, straightening up when you saw Barton. "Lets go."

You got in the car with Barton, your happy go lucky attitude dropping when he rounded on you. "You are working for her?"

"The Doctor is my friend, Barton. I may be with The Master but that doesn't mean I go dropping my friends for a man." You snapped, staring him down. Barton sighed and you got ready to play the rest of your part.

As the car drove into the hanger, Barton pushed you out and you rolled across the asphalt, gaining road rash where your skin was exposed and you took a minute to breathe through the pain. The Doctor and O were at your sides when their motorcycles fully stopped and you clutched onto O. "I'm okay. I'm okay. Fuck that hurts."

"Hey, no cursing." The Doctor said, immediately as she scanned you with the Sonic, assessing your injuries. You stood up with the help of O as the rest of the Fam came running over. Your outfit was ripped, of course and your hands were bleeding a bit but you shook it off. "We need to follow Barton."

The Doctor looked at you for a moment before looking at her sonic and then pointing it to the top of the hanger door as the group of you waited for it to open it enough.

You had pulled O up into the plane, giving him a look. 'I'm really getting done with all this pain, Master.'

O looked at The Doctor and waved a hand. "Sorry. I've never been good at sprinting."

'You were the one who wanted to play the part of getting tossed out of the car.'

The Doctor looked between the two of you as you and O headed with the rest of the group into the plane, O panting softly as you watched him. "What?"

'Shut up!'

Ryan called attention to The Doctor, pulling her deeper into the plane with the rest of you. The Doctor looked at O. "You've never been good at sprinting?"

'Ready pet?'

O shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. "I was the last one in every race at school."

'As I'll ever be, Master.'

The Doctor started to look confused. "No, no no. I read your file. You were a champion sprinter."

O and you shared a look, as he tipped his head down and you got settled in a seat. "Got me. Well done."

The Fam started to look confused as they focused in on what was happening. You rubbed a little at the road rash on your palms as you watched the façade of O drop and The Master's true personality come out.

Graham was the first one to speak up. "Doc what's happening?"

You chuckled softly. Graham was always observant. The Doctor looked at you and then back to The Master. "I don't know."

You stood up and gestured out the window. "You'd best take a look out a window."

The Master started to walk down the aisle, your eyes following him as he held his hand out. "A bit wicked witch of the west but, you all get the gist. Maybe.. Maybe not."

You wormed passed the panicking Doctor as she grabbed your arm. "No."

'You okay?'

The Master watched The Doctor, waiting to see if she'll do anything. "Come on, Doctor. Catch up. I know you can do it."

'I'm okay, she can't hurt me.'

"No."

You and The Master matched grins as you both watched her struggle to make the connection. "You can do it doc. You can figure this out."

The Doctor looked up at you. Her eyes running over your face, trying to pick out the faintest trace of his influence breaking in you. Her eyes catching the purple outfit you wore and it finally dawning on her. "OH!"

The laugh that broke out of your throat made the Fam jump as you pulled out of her grip. "That's why he picked it. He told me you'd make that face when you figured it out."

"I did say look for the Spymaster.. or well the spy Master. Hello Doctor." The Master spoke, his arm wrapping around you as you turned to face everyone.

"What's going on?" Ryan asked and you looked at The Master.

'Can I do it?'

"Of course, you can love." The Master answered aloud, a giddy feeling filling your body.

"The Doctor and O go way, way back. Before any of us were born. He goes by many many names but one always stuck." You said, turning to look at the Fam.

"The one that stuck is The Master, and you should call him that." You said, turning back to look at The Master, a smile on your face as you looked at him.

"Is this a kink thing?" Ryan asked and you groaned.

"Would I really be telling you about my sex life on a plane with a-!" The Master covered your mouth with his hand, a grin on his face.

"Now now, that's spoilers, love."

It seemed like The Doctor finally shot back into the present with that sentence and pushed passed you and The Master to look for Barton. "Where's Barton?"

"I told him to get on the plane, and The Master called him off, mid run."

You had been taken into the Kasaavin dimension, you were pacing while The Doctor panicked. "He miscalculated! He left me here!"

"Hello!"

The two of you turned to the voice. You took off in a sprint, The Doctor following you.

You woke up on the ground next to the Doctor, your eyes scanning the ceiling. "Okay Doc, where are we?"

"I'm tasting some 19th century. Steam. Why am I tasting steam?!" The Doctor rambled as you started to sit up.

"Glad to know it worked, ladies. Now I need to get home." You said, starting to get up. You eyed everyone watching you and you bowed.

"Greetings. I know the yellow haired lady and I look vastly different and probably appeared out of air, but we will not hurt you." You said, a smile on your face as you straightened up and helped The Doctor get up.

She scanned your face, not finding any malice or hatred in your face as you stared at her. "I had no clue he was going to send me too. I'm just as mad as you are, Doc."

"Oh really? I don't believe you for a single moment." The Doctor said, turning away and you sighed.

You didn't know what was going to happen, if The Doctor was even going to get you home, if The Master was searching time for you. You had no clue and you had started to panic, your breathing picking up. You recognized the signs of a panic attack and you grabbed The Doctor's arm, tugging harshly to alert her. "No! I am not going.."

Her voice stopped when she finally looked at you, chest rising up and down rapidly as you started to try and gasp for air. "Hey! Hey, its okay. I'm sorry for snapping, lets get a deep breath into those lungs okay?"

She wrapped her arms around your waist, hoping you didn't lose your balance or go light headed.

A scream sounded from just outside as footsteps thudded as someone rushed into the room. "Ladies and Gentlemen! See the incredible shrinking device!"

The Doctor whipped around so fast, letting go of you as Ada rushed to grab onto you. You tried to push away from Ada, to get to The Master. You got to see his face, a smile appearing on your face. "Thank the TARDIS, he's here."

It was like The Master heard you over all the noise. His head tilting slightly in yours and The Doctor's direction. "Now the reason I'm here is someone took my spouse and I am not happy about it. So, unless she gives back my spouse, someone will die and then people will die."

Everyone stilled at that and when no one moved, except for you, trying to get a better look at him, the purple top hat gave him height and you a better way of knowing where he was in the room. Someone moved and he shot them, screams echoing throughout the room. "Doctor! Its time you bring them to me!"

"Why should I? You clearly hypnotized them!" The Doctor shot back, moving to walk towards the Master.

You had gained enough air into your lungs for you to see correctly and you straightened up and pushed Ada away and moved in front of the Doctor. You met The Master's eyes and glared. "I should shoot you."

"Hello, Love. Why do you say that?" The Master asked and you shrugged, before gesturing to the building.

"Oh I dunno, maybe its because the Kasaavin took me too! I'm literally in 19th century London with Ada Lovelace with no TARDIS, had no clue if you planned this or not and now I'm severely angry at the fact that you chose to play another game to get me back instead of stomping over to me. I thought you left me for dead, Master." You rambled, getting closer and closer to him, accidentally crushing the shrunk person underneath your shoe.

The Master was so focused on you that the both of you barely noticed the gun being wound up and when he finally noticed he pushed you down to the ground. Your face scrunched up when the gun went off. The bullet grazed his shoulder and you tried to pull him to the ground as well. His head swiftly turned and glared at Ada. "You really shouldn't have done that."

"Master, if you kill her, you will set humanity back! We won't have computers. You need to think, Master. I wouldn't be as smart as I am without her, this is the only time I'll beg for someone's life." You were so focused on him that the two of you barely noticed the grenade being tossed at you and this time it was to late for The Master to cover you.

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how-masterful · 2 years

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31 FICS OF FRIGHT

Day 5- The Rest for the Wicked

Simm!Master x Reader

Prompt: Nightmare

Notes: Ok, I really like this one. As @plethora-of-imagines knows, Simm is such a strange one to write for after endless fics of Dhawan. I’m also realising this is two fics in three days that mention Macbeth. I’m not a Shakespeare stan, I just like to put my years of studying the damn play to good use! Also also, a reminder the order of these fics has been randomly generated, along with what topics each one follows. I promise Missy is on her way for some fun!

Warnings: Mentions of violence

The Master never truly slept. An hour here, perhaps two there, maybe once a week, maybe not at all.

The Master didn’t need sleep, he’d vehemently argue that fact to anybody who dared to challenge him. He didn't need the vulnerability of not being aware of his surroundings. The dangers of sleep were endless- ambush, threat, missing out. He would pile excuses upon excuses when it came to why he barely slept a wink, expecting you to accept every single one of them.

Chalk them up to Timelord antics. Not question a thing.

But the real reason wasn’t that the Master didn’t require it. In fact, he would most likely benefit from it. The real reason was he could never sleep soundly.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried, he’d had many attempts at hunkering down in a warm bed, pulling up the covers and letting his head sink into the fluff of the pillow. Or the alternative, crashing on the library sofa, still wearing his clothes, pushing the pillow over his ear and scrunching his eyes tightly shut.

It wasn’t the drums that kept him awake, or even the constant danger. The Master would never admit the truth.

Every single time he tried to sleep, he would have a nightmare.

He struggled to categorize them, the violent pictures spiraling within his mind, the stench of smoke within his nostrils. Could they be called night terrors? Ephialtes? Chimera? Fantasies laced with wicked truths? He never could tell. The nuances, the differences, the Master didn’t care. He knew what it was like to fear the night, the agony that came from the tortured, restless hours of the dark. He could decipher the scenes in his mind, his past bleeding together into an entangled web of fire. Suffering, pain, fear, delight.

His childhood, the insanity drilled within his brain by the raw power of the time vortex. Madness had coursed through his veins since the tender age of 8, plaguing his thoughts and dreams with the endless possibility of time. His dreams burned with the pain of a thousand galaxies, all the lives he’d taken, their screams suffocating his echoes of renegade pleasure.

How ironic, he’d think, dry heaving over the edge of the bed and pulling himself to sit up. All the death that made him so happy had finally caught up with him.

After his resurrection at the hands of the Timelords, he’d tried again. A world on fire behind his eyelids, blazing in fear, the metallic scream of the Dalek leader obliterating an entire battalion. The fall of Arcadia, the Nightmare Child, the filthy dregs of the time war he’d been so graciously brought back to help fight, yet had run from with reckless abandon.

The Master had wretched himself from the bed, fist crashing into the mirror on the wall, shattering into a thousand shards and lacerating his fist. He had inspired fear in many, drowning his own name in violent reputation, but now he knew its cold touch. Like Macbeth, the Master cried he hath murder sleep, and declared himself free of its shackles.

That night, you had hesitantly walked into the bedroom. A blanket slung around your shoulders, soft fleece printed with cartoon bats in costumes, a dancing skeleton on your pajama shirt. Tears had pricked your eyes, your bottom lip nibbled red and wobbling. You’d crept into the room, the low light almost hiding the Master within the velvet black, shown only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He’d sat himself upon the bed, covers pushed to the bottom of the bed, rumpled but unused, the man himself peering into a quantum physics novel. This regeneration was younger, hungrier, desperate to devour anything he could get his hands on. That extended to novels, as tedious as the process of actually reading things seemed to him now.

You’d sniffled, and he’d looked up, placing the book to his side. Something unspoken sat between you, the Master unwilling to make the first move to initiate comfort. You needed to guide him in, tell him what you needed. Show him how to help, as strange a concept as it felt for him.

“Nightmare” You’d whispered. Simple. Pained. Understood.

The Master had opened his arms, the gap widening as he’d sunk into the motion. You’d found your way into his arms, blanket pulled along in tow, as his hand had come to rest upon your shoulders in an embrace.

The hold of a liar came easy to him, all smiles and bared teeth as he embraced his enemies in a Judas touch, a snake ready to crush the life out of whatever poor mouse had believed themselves immune to his villainy.

The Master held you like glass, unsure of you, unsure of himself. The parts of his hearts that had calcified weakened with every tender grin, every chaste kiss, every sincere declaration of your love. It was perhaps the things dreams were made of. If only the Master was able to observe.

He’d adjusted the hold, laying your cheek against his beating hearts. Two fingers had reached towards your temple, sinking their psychic touch deep into your mind's eye. He’d sifted through memories and thoughts, searching for the offending article. Ah, a horror movie: A knife slinging slasher at your door, a demon at the foot of your bed, the chase down corridors that wouldn't end. Tripping on air. Phone lines cut. The final girl. The one that didn’t quite make it to the sequel, despite the credits starting to roll.

Oh so human, he’d thought, fingers pushing back a stray hair that had fallen onto your face. You’d sought the comfort of his touch, as frozen over as it had become. He whispered sweet nothings through his touch, the connection of skin spilling every single secret he couldn’t say that night. Heaviness had found your eyes, a voice encouraging you down to the peaceful dark. The Master could make you fall asleep, steal the pain away with a touch, let you rest easily. Maybe if you slept soundly, he’d feel the same. He’d felt a smile push itself upon his face as he’d pulled the covers over, allowing the duvet to pull him under, pressing a ghostlike kiss to the spot his fingers had touched.

The Master hadn’t fallen asleep that night, opting to simply watch the soft cadence of your breath, gaze uncomfortably tender. A part of him that bore no wounds from his past hoped you’d dream, do something he couldn't.

Human hands had pulled the timelord towards them. The Master hadn’t pulled away.

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Hello! I absolutely love your writing! Could you maybe write a fic where the reader is terrified of horror movies, but Dhawan!Master wants to watch one. The reader doesn’t want him to think less of them so they watch it. Eventually the Master realised that the reader is shaking cause they’re so scared and fluff ensues. Thank you!!

I do love horror films but I'm willing to pretend to be scared if it means I get to have a hug from the Master.

Title: Bravery

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Out of all the genres of films the Master had to pick it had to be horror. You always thought of yourself as a relatively brave person but there was something about horror films that completely unnerved you. You were fine when you were travelling with the Master but at the end of the day you knew that the Master would always save you.

You jumped at a scene and quickly glanced to the left. The Master hadn’t seem to notice you jump as the (in hindsight) obvious jump scare. You slumped back against the sofa and mentally cursed yourself for agreeing to watch this with him. You frowned when the TV was suddenly paused just as the final woman was about to kill the serial killer.

“What’s wrong, love?” the Master asked

“Nothing. You’re going to miss the best bit.”

The Master reached over and moved your chin so you were locking eyes with him. He frowned and titled his head. He glanced at the TV and then back to you.

“Why?”

“Because there’s going to be a horrific murder.”

“Then by your logic this should be one of the best human horror films.”

“Aren’t you enjoying it?”

“These directors clearly have no understanding of human anatomy,” the Master said, “It’s obvious that they didn’t do their research on what it’s like to disembowel someone. The sound they used when breaking that human’s neck was very unrealistic.”

“Umm…”

“It’s enjoyable,” he said with a shrug, “To pass a couple of hours. However,” he leaned closer, “You are not enjoying it.”

“I am!”

“Liar.”

You opened your mouth to argue but one look from the Master had you nodding in defeat. You pulled your chin free and said,

“Yeah, I’m not enjoying it.”

“Then why watch it.”

“Because…”

“Yes?”

“Because I didn’t want you to think of me as a coward.”

You pulled your legs up to your chest and hugged them tightly. To your surprise the Master wrapped an arm around you and pulled you against him. An awkward couple of seconds passed before he said,

“And what have you ever done to make me believe that?”

“Umm…”

“You have stuck with me and through most things that any other human would run away from. You don’t need to prove yourself to me.”

“I don’t.”

“That’s correct.”

Ok, so the Master might not have been completely honest with you. He knew from the moment he first suggested watching a horror film that you would find it frightening. However, the thought of you seeking comfort in his arms was too tempting to resist.

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zigzagwriting · 2 years

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Please Read!

Hi I’m Z I’m 20 years old, and my pronouns are She/They. This is my fun little side blog where I write about the characters and stories that I love!

Anon ask is turned on but if this becomes a problem I will turn it off. But don’t be afraid to send requests or to say hello! (I’m super chill I promise)

I will turn down any request that makes me uncomfortable and or one’s I simply do not want to do.

Minors are NOT allowed on my page.

(Breaking this rule will result in you getting blocked)

Characters and Fandoms I will write for:

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Marvel

Loki

Wanda Maximoff

Kingo, Thena, and Sersi from Eternals

Natasha Romanoff

Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker

Adult!Miles Morales

Feel free to ask about any other MCU character!

I will write for most characters played by these actors

Pedro Pascal

Adam Driver

Robert Sheehan

Tom Hiddleston

Karen Gillan

Megan Fox

Pete Davidson

Margot Robbie

Keanu Reeves

Elizabeth Olsen

Zendaya

Rami Malek

Doctor Who

every regeneration of The Doctor from NewWho

Dhawan!Master

Dhawan!Doctor (he’s one of my favorite AUs)

Amy Pond

Clara Oswald

Donna Noble

River Song

Bill Potts

Other characters can be negotiable

Miscellaneous characters and fandoms

Dewy Finn and Beetlejuice from School of Rock the Musical and Beetlejuice the Musical (I’m really just a sucker for characters played by Alex Brightman)

Eddie Munson from Stranger Things

Peter Maximoff from X Men Days of Future Past and X Men Apocalypse

Zach Stone from Zach Stone Is Gonna Be Famous

Jennifer Check from Jennifer’s Body (aged up only)

Carrie White from Carrie (aged up only)

Tiffany Valentine from the Chucky franchise

Again other characters and fandoms are negotiable

Things I will write

NSFW

SFW

Angst

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Character x reader x Character

Female!Reader

Gender Neutral!Reader

Things I will not write for

Non-con

Any hardcore fetishes (you can DM me for clarification on this one!)

This is common sense but I will not write anything to do with Incest, Pedophilia/MAPs, Bestiality, Rape, or anything related. Asking for this stuff will get you blocked immediately

Age play (daddy/mommy kink is fine)

Homophobia

RPF/ Real People Fiction (the only way I will do this is if it is portrayed in a platonic context)

I will not stand for any form of racism, homophobia, or bigotry and I am not afraid to use the block button

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tardis-ghost-blog · 1 year

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I posted 2,024 times in 2022

That's 1,186 more posts than 2021!

28 posts created (1%)

1,996 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@darth-tella

@auroralomens

@johnsimms

@sacha-da-1

@themastergifs

I tagged 270 of my posts in 2022

#doctor who - 18 posts

#dw spoilers - 16 posts

#the master - 16 posts

#simm!master - 14 posts

#tenth doctor - 11 posts

#thoschei - 10 posts

#tgsoulsshadow - 8 posts

#self insert - 8 posts

#doctor who fanfiction - 8 posts

#original character - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 109 characters

#the worst part about this scene is to think about that he touched the keyboard with those fingers afterwards!

My Top Posts in 2022:

It's storming like mad in our area. And all the public transport got cancelled. First it was only the trains and I got on a bus. But even that kicked us out half the way through... So I had to walk the other half... Which was over an hour. And trees were falling down left and right of me... one was extremely close. It would have hit me hadn't I stopped for a moment to check google maps...

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Stay alive for me - The Master x Reader

Rating: T Warnings: Mentions of self harm Summary: “You can’t cope with all the pain anymore. But right as your thoughts go too far, the Master appears.”

You thought things had gone well, recently, but in truth you only were too tired to notice all the small things that kept piling up until they almost suffocated you. Ever since the Doctor had brought you home - at your own request - you had managed to find a job, get an apartment and even make some friends. And things were great.

For as long as you didn't dare to look too closely.

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Donna canonically saw the Doctor naked.

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This time I'm staying (The Doctor & The Master)

I read this post and my brain went: Someone has to do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm still mad about how badly the Master was treated throughout the whole series. First he was left with the Nazis, then he was left to die on Gallifrey and then he is left again to die all alone!!!!!!!! Nope... just nope. I can't. Someone, please hold me while I'm crying for this murderous bastard. So, here is my personal fix for this mess. Rating: G Summary: An old body brings old memories. And with a shock the Doctor realises there is someone he has left behind. Also on AO3

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My #1 post of 2022

Change is the constant (Dhawan!Master x Reader)

Rating: T (mostly fluff and bickering ;D) Summary: You always seem to get lost in the Master's TARDIS. Or is there something else going on? A/N: Someone in a Discord server mentioned how funny it would be if the Master had a habbit of constantly redecorating his console room and how a potential companion would be super confused about it... So I had to write just that. XD Enjoy ;) I didn't use any pronouns. So anyone can read it. Also, this - technically - could still be Simm!Master, if you prefer him ;D

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tardis-festivities · 6 months

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Pinch hit 3 - CLAIMED

Reminder: Pinch hit 2 is still open

We have a pinch hit. If you can do it then please either respond on the Dreamwidth post (all comments are screened) or use the email listed in the contact post giving your AO3 name.

This is due 21st November 7pm UTC (note, this is later than the assignment deadline and no extensions will be given on this pinch hit).

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005) Mediums: Art, Fic

Requester: dilettantefan

Doctor Who (2005)

Ship: Twelfth Doctor/Simm!Master (DW 2005), Ship: Twelfth Doctor/Dhawan!Master (DW 2005), Ship: Missy/Twelfth Doctor/Simm!Master (DW 2005), Ship: Thirteenth Doctor & Donna Noble (DW 2005), Ship: Thirteenth Doctor & Bel & Inston-Vee Vinder (DW 2005), Ship: Thirteenth Doctor & Bel (DW 2005), Ship: Twelfth Doctor/Missy (DW 2005), Missy (DW 2005), Ship: Twelfth Doctor & Bill Potts (DW 2005), Twelfth Doctor (DW 2005), The Master (Simm) (DW 2005)

Interested in both art (any style/medium) and fic! I also like little comics if you're into that/have the time.

For romantic ships: To be honest I would love to get some Missy/12/Simm or 12/Simm, but if those don't inspire you, any 12/Master ship makes me happy. Also something a bit sad or something bittersweet is okay, but please avoid complete tragedy (I have canon for this lol). I like hopeful stuff, and fluff of course. I do read smut but I'd rather avoid it in exchanges to make things simpler :') (suggesting sex scenes is okay) I like AUs (obviously, with what I ship haha) but not the ones that are completely unrelated to the canon universe. Possible ideas: fix-it of the end of series 10 where no one dies, fobwatched AU, AU where 10 did manage to "keep" the Master so by the time it's 12 they've been together for a while (lol extra idea if you want to have Missy, she regenerated in a silly/totally non tragic way), a fic about them working through their issues after they got together (but the past still causes much pain), the Doctor compose(s) something for/inspired by the Master(s) and it's sweet (reluctantly sweet - he's rude about it)…

For friendship ships: Always love some 12 & Bill (idea: fix-it of series 10 where Bill has more agency and manages to join back with the Doctor before 10 years, or maybe she has formed a resistance or something in the meantime; anyway, the Doctor isn't too late and they save the day together and go on to have other adventures; another fluffier idea, 12 is there for Bill's wedding - not with Heather though, I'm sorry I don't like their relationship…). I also think some 13 & Donna would be great - I was thinking about everything 13 went through and how she would need her best friend more than ever (you can make it happy, fluffy, bittersweet or even completely sad, there are many possibilities I think).

For 13 and Bel or 13 & Bel & Vinder: I would have liked to see more of Bel and Vinder, particularly Bel I must say, I think she would be such a fun companion. I would have liked to see more interactions with 13. Also I am in the small minority who likes the theory of Bel and Vinder being somehow the Doctor's parents. But if you're not into that you can just have them as regular companions.

If nothing in the relationships inspires you then feel free to write about/draw any of the listed characters individually!

Do Not Want: complete tragedy, Doctor/companion ships, explicit sex scenes, AUs unrelated to canon

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13atoms · 7 months

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Beghing for a revival in the Dhawan!master x reader fics 🤞🤞

Missing the angst, the jealousy, the smut, the fluff, the tension all of it 😭

Oooh yes!! Those were so fun! I need to think of something…

#any ideas?#ask

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 months

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Hey I have a cute master x reader request idea for you. May I please request a Dhawan!master x reader where the reader has prepared a special romantic dinner but something goes wrong and the dinner is ruined and so to make it up to the reader they take them to the most romantic place in the universe where feelings are confessed

this is very cute! and the perfect thing to post for Valentine's Day. I hope you like it <3 (it's so hard to find a good gif of him when he looks feral in practically every one-)

Change of Plans (Dhawan! Master x reader)

Warnings: reader is a bit of a scatterbrain and accidentally ruins dinner because of it (whoops), cute and fluffy confession, The Master may be slightly ooc for fluff purposes

You'd really screwed up this time.

Valentine's Day was coming up, and you figured that would be the perfect time to tell The Master about the feelings you'd developed for him. You thought it might be nice to prepare dinner, dress up, and light some candles to help set the mood.

He knew you were going to make dinner, but he didn't know about any of your other plans. Unfortunately for you, those plans never came to fruition because of one little mistake.

Not wanting to spend all day trying to prep for dinner, you decided on a frozen dish that could easily be popped into the oven and forgotten about until it was done. That would give you ample time to set everything else up and get ready.

Your mistake was made when you accidentally set the timer for too long. Frozen lasagna is only supposed to be in the oven for around ninety minutes. You set it for nine hours.

So caught up in trying to figure out what to wear, you didn't even realize it was set for too long until you smelled something burning in the kitchen. You rushed in there as quickly as you could, hoping you weren't too late to save it, but the damage was already done.

You let out a loud groan in frustration. There was no way you'd have enough time to make another one, not with The Master waiting in the next room.

You dreaded having to go in there and tell him what happened, but you knew he'd find out sooner or later. He was sure to get nosy at some point and come looking for you if you took too long.

You took a deep breath before walking into the TARDIS control room. You had a nervous smile on your face, The Master watching you with a look of pure amusement.

"So, when's dinner?" He asked teasingly, and you had no doubt the TARDIS had already informed him of the mess you'd made. She was such a tattletale.

"Uh, dinner's been cancelled for tonight." You said awkwardly as you fidgeted with some of the knobs on the control panel.

"Hm, pity. I was really looking forward to that tray of frozen lasagna that had been promised to me."

You shot him a unimpressed glare, something that only made his smirk grow wider. "Not funny." You grumbled as you messed with the console, punching in coordinates.

"What're you doing?" The Master asked with a raised eyebrow as he made his way over to you.

"Resulting to plan b," you plainly stated, not giving much of an explanation to where you went. Of course, if he really wanted to know he could just look over your shoulder, but he didn't want to ruin whatever surprise you had planned.

"Meet me outside in less than ten minutes," you instructed as you briskly walked past him and towards the doors of the TARDIS, slipping outside.

He let out a chuckle before following after you, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Just where did you take us?" He asked you as he stepped outside, taking a look around at the forest you'd landed in. It seemed like the standard planet, which made him wonder even more what made it so special.

"You'll see, now come on." You took him by the hand and practically dragged him through the woods. He almost had to jog in order to keep up. Before he could complain, however, you suddenly stopped, causing him to nearly run into you. "Look."

The Master tore his eyes away from you and looked up to see the clearing you'd brought him to was a small beach. The salty waves lapped restlessly against the sandy shore while the sky above it was transforming into an ombre of warm tones as the sun was starting to go down.

"It's... it's beautiful," he said in awe, his voice softer than it had ever been. He'd never seen a sight so beautiful before, except for maybe you. And speaking of which...

"There's something I need to tell you." Your voice cut through his thoughts like a knife cutting through warm bread. "I- I like you. A lot. As in, more than just a friend." You inwardly cringed at just how awkward you were sure you must sound.

He raised an eyebrow at you but made no other change in his expression. "Go on," he implored, evidently interested in what you had to say.

You took a deep breath and continued. "I think you're really amazing, and so much fun to travel with, even if you don't always make the best decisions-"

He let out a slight snort of laughter, something that made your face grow a little warm as you found yourself becoming flustered the longer you spoke for.

"-and I'd love to be more than just friends, I suppose is what I'm trying to say here. It's actually why I wanted to make dinner for you. I thought I could set everything up all nice and romantic, but that didn't really turn out so well-"

Before you could continue to ramble on, he crossed the distance between the two of you and brought you in for a tender and loving kiss. You always thought your first kiss with him would be passionate and rough, better fitting for his personality, but this was nice, too.

"I would love to be more than just friends," he whispered playfully as he leaned his forehead against yours. "And I'm not mad at you for ruining dinner. In fact, you can ruin dinner as often as you'd like as long as I get to call you mine."

If you weren't flustered before, you certainly were now. He chuckled and kissed you again, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. Maybe you hadn't screwed things up nearly as badly as you'd thought.

Happy Valentine's Day!! 💌🌹

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hauntingcryptids · 2 years

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Share Your Coat And Jumper

O x Reader (Dhawan!Master x Reader)

Summary - The Reader gets cold on a day out and finds an inventive way to share O’s clothes

Warnings - Mostly fluff and some innuendos, so 18 plus please. O lying about his true identity, but that’s O for you

Word Count - 802

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested.

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O rarely ever took time off of work. He was offered breaks and holidays throughout the years of working for MI6, but he always refused them and continued his beloved work. Somehow, though, you managed to convince O to take a well-deserved break. There was an autumn festival close to your shared flat with O and you thought that it would be a quiet getaway that he would enjoy.

“It’s quite cold out today. You should probably wear a jacket, or a jumper, at least.” O worriedly said as the two of you prepared to leave for the festival.

“O, I’ll be fine. It’s not that cold.” You boasted as you walked to the door of the flat.

It was so cold. As soon as you walked outside your apartment you felt the bitter cold of the wind rake through your body. O gave you a questioning look before locking up the door, but you brushed him off and began leading him to the festival.

For O’s enjoyment, you were able to hide how cold you were decently well. You constantly had a cup of hot cocoa in your hands, you huddled around heaters, and you always stayed incredibly close to O. You suspected that he knew what you were hiding, though, but you weren’t going to admit anything to your sometimes prideful roommate. Your coldness didn’t matter, what mattered was that O had a fun and relaxing break from work.

You were successful in that, at least. O loved the autumn festival. He loved the free cocoa and cider. He loved the corn maze. He loved hay bale ride. He loved pumpkin picking and pumpkin carving. He especially loved the autumnal food and the almost Hallmark movie-like autumnal aesthetic visible everywhere. To your surprise, O even loved the carnival rides and festival games scattered around the fairgrounds. You were so happy that he was having fun and smiling.

By the end of the evening, though, you couldn’t handle the cold anymore. O wanted to see the fireworks and because this was supposed to be his break from work, you had to stay to make him happy.

You shuffled impossibly closer to O as the two of you watched the fireworks. O gave you a questioning and suspicious look, just like he had before the two of you left the flat, but you elected to ignore it. You finished your current cup of hot cacao and threw the paper cup into the recycling bin. You couldn’t help but look longingly at O, he looked so happy and relaxed. You wished that you could make him this happy all the time. You also wished that he wasn’t so stressed because of his job. At least, you could cheer him up on days like this.

A big gush of wind breezed through the festival and your body caused you to shiver and shake and get distracted from longing after O. But then, once you recovered from the breeze, an idea appeared in your brain. You manoeuvred closer to O and snuck your hands under his jumper. You hugged him and rested your head on O’s shoulder.

“What are you doing?” O asked, confused yet overall unbothered by this new development.

“My hands are cold.”

“But you’re hugging me.”

“The rest of me is cold, too.” O chuckled, which rumbled through you, He wrapped his arms around you, causing his coat to also wrap itself around you too and give you some more warmth. This definitely was the best way to watch the fireworks in the cold together.

“Told you so.” O commented superciliously.

“Okay, Mr Spy, no need to gloat. You must have a super secret, super sciency, alien gadget that fell from the sky that you and your people thought was a weapon but was actually just a weather machine.”

“No, nothing like that. I just watch the news and actually listen to the weather person when they are speaking.”

“Hmm, I don’t believe you. You must have some alien tech.” O chuckled again at your stubborn statement.

“Next time you should just listen to me when I tell you to wear something warmer.”

“Or you could just make me do as you say.” You felt O tense around you, so you looked up at him innocently. His pupils were blown out and his mouth gaped in shock. You were worried that you had ruined the day and everything between the two of you with that comment and you were about to apologise until O spoke.

“Do you want to head home a bit early? You know, to continue my break from work celebrations in a more … private … environment.” A sweet yet suggestive smirk etched itself upon O’s beautiful face.

“I would absolutely love that, O. Anything to help you relax.”

#ghost's posts #fanfiction #my wrtitng #doctor who #doctor who x reader #the master #the master x reader #o x reader #o #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader

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ao3feed-doctorxrose · 2 years

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Your wife, Always and Completely

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XtRwqOA

by TJtheanimelover

Collection of fluffy smutty stories with River and various versions of the Doctor

Words: 7113, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who (Big Finish Audio)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

Characters: River Song, Data Ghost River Song, The Doctor (Doctor Who), Eleventh Doctor, Thirteenth Doctor, Twelfth Doctor, Missy (Doctor Who), Amy Pond (Doctor Who), Rory Williams, Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Eighth Doctor (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler, Thirteenth Doctor's Fam (Doctor Who), Jack Harkness, The Master (Simm), The Master (Dhawan)

Relationships: Eleventh Doctor/River Song, The Doctor/River Song, Twelfth Doctor/River Song, Thirteenth Doctor/River Song, Tenth Doctor/River Song, Jack Harkness/River Song, Missy/River Song, Eighth Doctor/River Song, River Song/Rose Tyler, The Master (Simm)/River Song, The Master (Dhawan)/River Song, Amy Pond/Rory Williams, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Smut, So Married, OTP Feels, Shameless Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XtRwqOA

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #doctor who #rose tyler #tenth doctor #ten x rose #10 x rose

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agent-barnes40 · 5 months

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The Master

The Doctor & GN!Reader (Platonic)

Dhawan!Master x GN!Reader (Romantic)

60th Special "Wild Blue Yonder" and "The Giggle" spoilers, not Canon compliant, uncanon events happen. READER IS GN BUT AFAB (They will wear a Dress in this fic) READER ALSO HAS A GUN THROUGHOUT MOST OF THIS (Reader will not shoot, just hold it or put their hand on it)

Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff, suggestive

2,352 Words. This is a long one guys

You leaned against the wall, keeping eye on Wilfred. Your hand was resting on your gun, making sure no-one even stepped close to the old man. "Mr. Mott, I suggest we head back to UNIT soon. It seems The Doctor and Donna aren't arriving today."

"Nonsense, we stay just like we did yesterday." The old man said, turning to face you in his wheelchair. You had a soft smile on your face and nodded. "Of course, sir. I do suggest we leave before the fighting gets even worse."

Wilfred opened his mouth to speak and was cut off by the groaning and wheezing of the TARDIS. "I hope she finally learnt how to lift that parking break." You mumbled under your breath, shaking your head when Wilford looked toward you.

Donna stepped out of the TARDIS first, sending a grateful smile your way before running over to Wilfred to hug him as The Doctor stuck his head out and his gaze focused on Wilfred before he focused on you. "Nice to see you again, Doc." Donna looked at you and The Doctor, before you slid your hand away from your gun, holding your hands up. The man stepped closer to you and wrapped a hand around your forearm, an old look filled his eyes as you smirked. "Doc, I'm not associated with him anymore. I'm trying to make up the wrongs he and I committed."

Donna cleared her throat as you pulled your arm out of the Doctor's grip. "What is going on here?"

"Spoilers, Mrs. Noble." You said, looking down toward Wilfred. "Lets get you all to UNIT to explain what's going on. Rose, Shaun, and Sylvia are all safe at your house, Mrs. Noble. I've had Wilfred with me ever since the world started going to hell."

"I'll do it, I'll show him what the spike does." You volunteered, already pulling the Zeedex off of your arm and handing it to Melanie, the older woman shaking her head softly but letting you go. You took a deep breath as you handed your gun to Kate. You could feel the anger already starting to build up as you turned to face The Doctor.

The man tilted his head, watching as you wrung your hands together before your gaze fell into a glare. "You're the reason I'm this way, you realize that right?"

"No.." The Doctor responded, leaning on the desk watching as your face scrunched up like Missy's. "You showed me the stars and then showed me the most magnificent woman in the galaxy and then you let her and me almost die! You didn't even care when I showed back up with The Master! You didn't even think to ask what happened when I ran into his arms instead of yours when the Kasaavin showed up on that airplane! It was all "Don't worry Yaz! I'll keep you all safe!" When the only one that showed me compassion was the man you locked up for seventy years!" You started to yell and march up to him.

"You took him away and never ever apologized. You don't care about us when we leave you! Donna gets that treatment because you knew her before he came back into your life! The rest of us get tossed away if we've even been touched by him." You raised your arm up to slap him and instinctively fought against the UNIT soldiers, your co-workers, pulling you back and sliding the metal Zeedex onto your arm and you just sat on the floor, taking deep breaths.

Melanie walked over and sat down next to you, rubbing your arm. She knew everything, and so did everyone else in the room. You didn't hide your association with The Master and your displeasure at being left behind by both The Master and The Doctor, much like other older companions. You didn't move to say any apologies as you helped Melanie stand before you, yourself stood up and you scanned the room. The Doctor just stared at you. "Did you mean all that?"

"No, of course not. Its just the spike, Doc. Don't worry about it." You walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it softly. "I don't blame you for everything."

You heard the music and you immediately whipped around, that old hope of The Master suddenly showing up burning back up to the surface. The Doctor grabbed your wrist and shook his head. "Do not engage with him, understood?"

"So it is him? The Master?" You asked, the music getting even louder and that's when you saw the man teleporting all over and you followed his movements. They had the same flair The Master had and you couldn't even stop yourself. "You know The Master!"

The man smiled and winked before jumping down the newly formed trapdoor in the floor and The Doctor took off, sprinting and sliding across the floor to swipe at the petals covering the floor while you followed. "He knows him! That's another regeneration of him, isn't he?"

"He is the Toymaker and you will not go anywhere near him, understood." The Doctor ordered and you barely listened when you looked up and saw The Toymaker waving and you sprinted out of the room, the doors opening and you pointed a finger at the man on the Galvantic Beam.

"What did you do to The Master?" You called out, anger spiking even with the Zeedex on your arm. The Toymaker grinned even more and tilted his head, showing the shining gold tooth and the way to many teeth in his mouth.

"You could say that." The Toymaker said, shaking his head softly when The Doctor and the rest of the team came running out and The Doctor was pulling you back.

The billion-years old Time-Lord sent a look toward you before strutting into the fight. Donna had an arm wrapped around yours, keeping you in place.

~ The Toymaker folded up and you barely even noticed the golden tooth falling to the ground as you fought against Kate and Donna. You had been given hope that any incarnation of The Master, even Missy, would show up after The Toymaker was defeated and as you realized the two Doctor's looking your way, you let yourself turn, pulling yourself from Kate and Donna's grips before heading back into the interior of the tower, hearing the screams of the ball-pit balls and seeing the rose petals all over the floor. You started to pull the Zeedex off and placed it at the ground in front of the Vlinx. "These were genius, Vlinx. Thank you."

The being lightly tilted its head down in a bow. "No need to thank me."

"If anyone asks, let them know I headed home. I'm tired." You left the building, quicker than you ever have in your life, wincing at the sight of the bodies on the ground. You didn't notice the man starting to walk behind you, humming Rasputin. When you heard the song you just shook your head and sped up your pace, noticing how the person behind you also sped up. You put your hand close to your gun, the spike should've been gone long enough now so you wouldn't get jumped but you always aired on the side of caution after running around with The Master. You turned down an alley, hand slowly wrapping around the handle of your gun and slipping it out. You whipped around when you heard the footsteps and stilled. There he was, all in his Rasputin costume and your hands shook. "I know you aren't the Master, so please... Please drop the act and costume."

"Oh Love, did you really think I'd abandon you this long?" The man spoke, his eyes staring into yours and you instinctively closed yours. He let out a chuckle and stepped even closer and pressed a hand to your cheek, his thumb rubbing the skin as you finally opened your eyes.

"Say my name again." The Master ordered, his voice soft and smiled at the deep breath you had to take.

"Hello, Master. I missed you." You whispered out, your eyes scanning his face as you slid your Glock back into its holster and you slid the hand up and onto the ridiculous beard on his face.

"When we get to my flat, you are shaving that off. I hated it on you." You knew you had started to tear up as you stared at him and a smile broke out on your face.

"But you liked my kisses with this beard right?" The Master asked, stepping closer and you let out a laugh.

"Only this one." And with that out of your mouth, the two of you pressed together, lips pressing together.

The two of you should've known The Doctor was going to do a check up. The Master had shaved his Rasputin beard off and mainly stuck to the clothes he had stashed in your flat. The sound of the TARDIS made you look over and your mouth dropped at the man coming out wearing a kilt. "So how do I look?"

"You look amazing, Doc. What are you doing here?" You glanced toward the bathroom, where The Master currently was showering. "Wanted to check in on you. Last time we talked, you blamed me for a lot." He said, looking around the room as you crossed your arms.

"And that was The Spike, Doc. I didn't mean it, plus didn't you give this job to the other Doctor? Checkin in on us who are still here?" You said, hand rubbing the over sized button up you wore, nervous about him finding out that The Master was in the room over.

"I just ran into you, thought I'd check in on you myself." He said, his eyes trailing to the two bowls you had set out. "Who else is here?"

"What do you mean you just ran into me?" You asked, focusing on that instead of his question.

"I had to do stuff at UNIT, saw you there wearing a very familiar dress." The Doctor said, looking at you. His eyes hardening as you met his eyes.

You straightened up, raising a brow. "That's future me, Doc. Why are you asking me this?"

"Because you were with him." The Doctor said, an eyebrow raising in turn just as the bathroom door opened and you turned to the door, hoping The Master at least put boxers on.

The Master turned the corner and stilled at the sight of a TARDIS and the Doctor in your living room and he turned to face you. "Is he bothering you?"

"It's okay Master, he isn't bothering me. In fact, he was just telling me about how I'll be wearing your dresses in the future." Your hand gestured toward The Doctor as you started relax, you knew The Doctor had to start playing nice as soon as The Master had walked in.

The Doctor looked between you and the shirtless Master, his brain catching up very quick. "So you two are actually together."

"We've been together since the vault, Doctor." You and The Master practically said in unison, a grin on the both of your faces.

The Doctor crossed his arms and focused on you. "He tried to destroy Earth! He destroyed Gallifrey! He forced regenerated into me! He turned all of you into himself way back when he was Prime Minister!"

The Master started to puff up, his eyes hardening as you started to walk over. "All of us but you don't remember The Year That Never Was, I was there when he worked with The Daleks and his CyberMaster's I don't condone what he did, I don't forgive him for it, and I certainly do not let him forget what he did to you, or Yaz, or anyone. I stayed at his side, out of the fight because I knew you'd come around and blame me for everything like you used to do."

You had to take a deep breath as you stared down The Doctor, anger in your eyes. "I couldn't even say goodbye to him at any point, I didn't know if he was even alive because of you and Yaz! I had to sit and wait until Kate picked me up and assigned me to The Noble's and I sat and I listened to Wilfred as he praised you and everything you did!"

The Master knew what was bubbling up and grabbed at your waist, pulling you back, away from The Doctor. "Love, you need to calm down. You are going to regret what you are going to say."

You were so wound up that it took The Master grabbing your face and looking into your eyes, slowly hypnotizing you into calming down. The Doctor was watching with wide eyes as The Master led you to your shared bedroom and had you sit in there before coming back out.

You barely remember that day, screaming and yelling at The Doctor as you had The Master help lace up Missy's corset. His TARDIS had finally showed back up and you wanted to wear one of her dresses. The Master was staring you down through the mirror and you chuckled. "You can tear this off me when I get home. I need to help Donna with a project at UNIT. Do you wanna come with or do you wanna stay here with the cats?"

It took you months to convince him to get those cats, but you won that battle. He regularly took them to vet visits on planets with better pet healthcare than Earth, and the planets had better ways to treat illnesses.

You eventually got out your front door, with three babies (one a large Time-lord) at your side trying to convice you to stay. You didnt carry your gun much anymore as you were just a consultant now, on all things The Master. You barely noticed The Doctor watching you as you signed into UNIT and headed up to Donna's floor. You didnt notice as he shook his head before stepping into his TARDIS.

#Doctor Who Spoilers #Dhawan!Master x reader #60th anniversary spoilers #Cade's Writing for Doctor Who

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noforkingclue · 2 years

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Hi, I don't know if you are writing for Loki but I wanted to request a crossover with Dhawan! Master and Loki. Reader has a life in one world ( from Doctor Who ) and the Master and she love each other but they don't say it, but one day she arrives in another world ( from the MCU ) where she meets Loki and the two can start. love each other. And the Master does everything to find the reader.And there can be angst, fluff, dark, smut, you do what you want. Sorry if it's not clear

I chose to go down the angst route with this one because I'm in the mood for angst.

Title: Always Too Late

When it came to you, the Master was always too late.

He met you too late in his life. He always came to your rescue just in the nick of time. He came to the realisation of his feelings for you at the same time he knew that you didn’t like him. And he was too late to save you from slipping through his fingers and disappearing from his life.

You were the only good thing to happen to him in centuries and the Master was devoted to getting you back to him. He knew what it was, a split in realities, although he had never seen anything like that before. From the moment you had gone nothing else mattered but getting you back. Even the Doctor and her eternal meddling didn’t bother him. All that mattered was getting you back and telling you how he feels.

But as these things go- everything good in his life must be snatched away from him.

The Master leaned against the doorway of his TARDIS, arms folded as he watched you sleep. You were curled up against the body of a stranger, a small smile on your face. The Master felt was familiar sickening feeling of jealousy curl in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to pull you away from the stranger and back into his arms where you-

“So, you’re the man she told me about. The Master.”

The Master’s gaze snapped back to the stranger. He was looking at him was curiosity, an arm wrapped protectively around your waist. His eyes were cold and narrowed as he took in the Master.

“And you are?” the Master said

“Loki.”

“Hmm, a God. How… interesting.”

“Are you here to take her away?”

“I’m here to take her home.”

“This is her home.”

“It isn’t where she’s from.”

“It’s where she’s happy.”

“Because you manipulated her.”

Loki’s grip tightened on you briefly before quickly relaxing. He looked down at you and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. You smiled and snuggled closer against his chest.

“She talked about you,” Loki said and the Master could hear the bitterness in his voice, “When she first came here. All the time. She loved you, you know that right?”

“She loves me?”

“Loved,” Loki said, “Is was evident what she told me about you. You didn’t know, did you?”

The Master looked away, finding the image in front of him too painful. Loki’s smiled twisted briefly before quickly melting away. When the Master looked back he thought he saw the briefest glimmer of pity in Loki’s eyes before they once again hardened.

“Tell me,” the Master said, “Is she happy?”

“Happy? Of course.” Loki sounded offended

“And is she safe?”

“Yes. Any more questions? I’m tired and want to get back to sleep.”

“Just one more.”

“Then get on with it.”

“Do you love her?”

Loki stiffened and the Master knew the answer without him having to tell him. The Master sighed and pushed himself off the door frame. He kicked the ground in front of him as he stuck his hands in his pockets. Loki watched him silently.

“Make sure she’s safe,” the Master said, “And protected and loved. Because if I found out that she’s unhappy and get hurt, there won’t be a reality that you can hide in that you’ll be safe from me.”

“Noted.”

The Master gave you one last look before turning against retreating back into his TARDIS. Like everything else with you he was too late. At least he could rest knowing that you were safe and happy. He only wished that it had been with him.

#fanfiction #doctor who #marvel #reader insert #request #The Master #the master x reader #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader #loki #loki x reader

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