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praxeus-13 · 1 year

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Secrets

Pairing: Dh!Master x Reader

Word Count: 4900

Summary: The Doctor and the fam are hanging out on the TARDIS one day when they realise they haven’t seen you or The Master all day, none of them quite expect the sight that greets them when they find you.

Warnings: none

A/N: Reader is gender neutral in this. Also yay! I finally have time to write and post! I have a lot of fics planned, so hopefully I’ll be able to find the time to write them over winter break, tho I do have a shit ton of uni work still to do 😅

It was quiet, that wasn’t completely unusual on the TARDIS, but considering the recent addition of The Master to Team TARDIS it had The Doctor on edge. He’d begrudgingly joined them on their adventures after The Doctor had come across him moping about at the edge of a deserted galaxy, The Master hadn’t even been destroying anything, he was just sitting all alone on what he’d called an unimportant planet. The Doctor, of course, had been concerned by his uncharacteristic behaviour and had forced encouraged him to join them aboard the TARDIS. Understandably, her fam had objected, especially after he started to occupy himself by finding as many ways to inconvenience her friends as possible.

It had been eight months since The Master had joined them, and he had yet to stop annoying Graham, Ryan and Yaz - despite the numerous interventions and talks she had had with him about it. Much to The Doctor’s surprise, she never found you complaining about The Master’s antics, though she had suspected that he had developed a bit of a soft spot for you. After all, you had been the first out of her friends to welcome him - probably helped by the fact that you joined the group after The Master revealed himself, and thus only met him eight months back.

Recently The Doctor realised that she’d grown used to this new normal, that she was used to the occasional yelling of her friends after The Master had yet again hid half of their clothes, or simply jump-scared them - often accompanied by The Master’s maniacal laughter. However, she had yet to hear anything like that this morning, not one complaint about missing items from her fam, not one cackle out of The Master, she hadn’t even seen anyone all morning.

It was almost peaceful.

Which definitely meant that something was wrong.

Quickly The Doctor got up, abandoned her tools, and headed in the direction of the kitchen. It was about lunchtime, which meant that her friends would probably be gathered together making food, she just hoped that one of them would have seen The Master. Of course, she’d usually just ask the TARDIS where he was, but the circuits she’d been upgrading were the internal communication circuits, so that was currently out of the question.

“FAM!” The Doctor exclaimed as soon as she rounded the corner, standing dramatically in the doorway to the kitchen.

All of her friends had startled as soon as she appeared, it made her feel bad, but she currently had more pressing matters to focus on.

“Have any of you seen The Master today?!”

“…uh, no?” Ryan was the first to answer, still looking a little shocked from her entrance but trying to play it cool.

Graham took a dramatic sigh before answering, “Not yet luckily.”

“I haven’t either, why’re you asking?” Yaz replied, pausing making her lunch and turning all of her attention to The Doctor.

“It’s quiet, too quiet, and I haven’t seen him since last night. Which most likely means that he’s up to something.”

Graham groaned, “Why do we have to assume he’s up to something? Can’t we at least wait until after lunch to assume he’s doing something evil?”

The Doctor simply gave him a look, causing him to groan again, though he put his sandwich down. However she was quickly distracted by a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, she was missing something, something obvious. She looked back at her friends, and then she realised.

“Where’s Y/N?”

Her friends seemed to only notice your absence once it was pointed out, all looking around the room before looking back at The Doctor with blank faces.

“I haven’t seen them since last night.” Yaz told her.

“Me neither.” Ryan and Graham agreed with her.

Suddenly The Doctor felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. You were clearly The Master’s favourite out of the fam, what if he’d done something to you? Naively, The Doctor had hoped he was developing a soft spot for you - but what if it was simply an obsession? What if this had been his plan all along, to get close enough to harm you?

The fam seemed to come to a similar conclusion, horror dawning on all their faces.

“You don’t think-“

The Doctor didn’t give Ryan an answer, just turned around and ran through the TARDIS halls. She’d been at the TARDIS console most of the night, so at least she knew the two of you were still on board. Her first instinct was to head to the library, both you and The Master spent a fair amount of time there, it would have been the perfect place for an ambush.

The Doctor slowed once she entered the library, and she could hear the footsteps of her fam slow down as well. The library was surprisingly quiet as well, but The Doctor was still on edge. The fam followed her and she weaved her way through the aisles, coming to a sudden stop right before the rows of bookshelves gave way to one of the reading areas.

Nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted them. On one of the plush purple sofas The Master was laying down, fast asleep. That in itself would have been enough to shock The Doctor. However he wasn’t alone, you were laying next to him, curled into his side and fast asleep as well.

Huh.

The Doctor had known that The Master was developing a soft spot for you, but she definitely didn’t suspect anything like this. It was almost cute.

“Are they- Are they actually cuddling?” Graham was the first to speak, slightly startling the rest of them despite his voice being barely above a whisper.

“Uhhh… yeah, certainly seems like it.”

“Does anyone else think this is horrifying yet adorable?” Yaz queried, gaining agreement from the rest of them. “Glad it’s not just me.”

“What do we do? Do we wake them up?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah, what if he’s done that hypno- whatsit on Y/N?” Graham butted in.

“Hypnotism, I mean it would be a very odd thing to hypnotise Y/N to do, but we can’t rule it out I suppose.” The Doctor’s thoughts were zipping around in her brains, desperately trying to find all the signs she missed.

And there was so much she missed.

The Master’s ‘practical jokes’ had been lessening lately - both in frequency and maliciousness. The Doctor had chalked this up to him finally starting to settle in properly, but maybe that was the result of him spending more time with you? She hadn’t seen you around as much either, but with four humans plus The Master on board, she had hardly noticed. Then, the most obvious, there was the fact that the two of you had started to pair off more on adventures. Honestly, she had just thought that you were becoming good friends!

Maybe you were just friends? After all, friends were allowed to hug each other. Sure, the position you were in definitely leant more towards romantic entanglement rather than platonic, but that didn’t always mean something.

Just when The Doctor was about to reply, she and the fam were distracted by movement on the couch. You stretched slightly, but then snuggled even closer to The Master, your face smushing into his neck as you smiled. In turn The Master hummed contentedly, somehow bringing you even closer and wrapping his arms around you protectively. The Doctor could have sworn she saw a smile on his face.

Okay, probably not just friends.

The Doctor didn’t know what to do, she hadn’t considered this possibility. Regrettably, she was not prepared for The Master being romantically involved with you at all, which meant that she needed time to think. Putting a finger up to her lips, she turned to her companions and gestured for them to return the way they had came. For now, you and The Master had no clue that the rest of them knew about whatever was going on between the two of you. So, she had time to think, to observe the two of you, to find out if he was hypnotising or manipulating you, or if whatever this was was something genuine on both your parts.

Once they were back out in the hallway The Doctor explained everything to the other members of the fam, all of them agreeing to keep an eye on the two of you. The Doctor then walked off back to the console room, she needed to be alone with her thoughts for a little while.

——

You were warm and cosy, that was what you registered first. Of course, it wasn’t unusual to be warm and cosy when you woke up, but these days it was a new constant in your life, all because of one (alien) man. The Master.

When he had come onboard the TARDIS eight months ago you, you would have never imagined how your relationship developed. He’d pissed you off at first, especially since most of his ‘pranks’ had been directed at you. Once he had decided to take all of your jumpers and hoodies, just after you had returned from a particularly frosty adventure in Antarctica, causing you to confront him.

“You!” You sneered accusingly at The Master, who was lounged on one of the sofas in the library.

He placed his book down and raised an eyebrow, “Can I help you?”

“Give me my jumpers and hoodies back, now.” You tried to sound demanding, but you were still shivering from the lingering cold.

“No.” He smirked at you.

“No? What do you mean no?! I’m cold! I need layers to keep warm!” You pouted at him, unable to keep up the scary demeanour.

He chuckled slightly, “Well, that’s easily solved.” And then he lifted up the blanket that was laying over him and shuffled to make room for you.

You simply stood there in shock, not quite believing that The Master of all beings was inviting you to cuddle with him!

“Come on love, if you stand there any longer you’ll probably end up freezing to death.”

Hesitantly, you stepped closer and closer to the sofa, until you were stood inches from The Master, looking down at him. He offered his hand to you, and you gave him yours in turn. Then, slowly, he pulled you down into his hold, and covered you with the blanket. With his warmth enveloping you, you soon stopped shivering, though you didn’t leave him.

After that, cuddles in the TARDIS library became a regular for the two of you, soon turning into cuddles and kisses in your respective bedrooms, sneakily holding hands on adventures, and being there for one another behind closed doors. You loved him, not that you had told him yet, but you truly did.

Part of your hesitancy towards telling him was due to the fact that you were still keeping your relationship hidden from your friends. It wasn’t as though you didn’t want to tell your friends, you just didn’t know how to tell them, and you were scared for their reactions.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind you stretched and finally opened your eyes. Your first sight was The Master, still asleep, and you took a moment to appreciate him. Then you took in your surroundings and your heart leapt in your chest as you realised you had fallen asleep in the library, where anyone could have walked in.

“Master.” You shook him slightly.

He woke with a questioning hum, sleepy eyes looking at you with curiosity.

“We fell asleep in the library.” You half-whispered.

“…And?” The Master replied.

“Anyone could have walked in and seen us!”

“Mm, but they didn’t love, otherwise we would have been woken up.” He told you, his voice still rough from sleep, as he pulled you closer again.

You didn’t reply, instead giving him a worried look. He sighed and sat up, moving you with him.

“It’ll be okay love,” He cupped your face with both his hands, observing you until he seemed satisfied that you believed his words - and you did believe him, even if you needed a little reassurance sometimes.

The Master smiled at you, “Come on, shower and breakfast is in order.”

“More like brunch by now.” You retorted, checking your phone to see that it was already past 11am.

The Master chuckled and lead you out of the library.

——

In the past week, nothing out of the ordinary had happened, at least nothing that was out of the ordinary for your life. A couple of trips back in time, a couple adventures on distant planets, an ungodly amount of running, and sneaking into The Master’s bedroom once your friends had gone to sleep each night. Yep, completely ordinary week for you.

Which is why your friends’ strange behaviour made absolutely no sense.

You couldn’t quite explain it, but they’d been acting weird around you, jumpy as though they were keeping something from you. However there weren’t any holidays coming up and your birthday had already passed this year, so their weird behaviour was worrying you.

You’d tried asking all of them about it individually, The Doctor had pretended not to hear while doing some engineering on the TARDIS, and the other three had come up with various excuses that you didn’t believe. It frustrated you that something was wrong but they weren’t willing to tell you. Luckily, you still had one person on the TARDIS who wasn’t acting weird around you.

You knocked on The Master’s door and let yourself in. His living space was becoming one of your favourite rooms on the TARDIS, it had dark wood panelled walls and an overall regal look with lots of purple accents. There was also a lot of clutter, mostly little projects and pieces for said projects. Occasionally you’d ask him about whatever he was working on, and he’d talk you through his whole process (secretly you’d only ask him to hear his voice, but he didn’t need to know that). He’d also gotten used to you being in his rooms, hence why you walked right in.

The Master was sat on his couch, reading a book that he placed on an end table once he saw you.

“Hello, love.” He grinned at you, making room for you to sit down next to him.

“Hello Master,” You smiled at him, cuddling into his chest as he wrapped an arm around you.

He hummed and nuzzled your neck, “How are you today, my darling?”

The combination of the pet name and him speaking so close to your ear caused you to shiver. It almost got rid of the knot of worry that had nestled itself in you, almost. The Master seemed to notice something was wrong, as he pulled back slightly so he could look at you properly.

“Have you noticed the others being kind of… off, this week?” You queried, not quite knowing how to word it.

“Quite honestly love, I don’t pay much attention to anyone else on this ship.” He smirked, and you rolled your eyes.

“You and I both know that’s not true, you may not like Ryan, Graham or Yaz, but they’re still my friends - which means you still keep an eye on them at the very least.” You retorted.

“Mmm, you know me so well.” He leaned in to kiss your cheek, causing you to relax further into him.

It had surprised you, at first, just how physically affectionate The Master was. You’d assumed after the first cuddle session that it would be a one off, that he’d kill you if you ever mentioned it to anyone (not that they’d believe you), but he’d only gotten more and more cuddly as your relationship had grown.

“Okay, yes, I have noticed they were behaving stranger than usual this week. I’d just assumed it was something to do with me, and I didn’t care enough to find out what.”

“Definitely not just you, they’ve been weird around me too. I tried to ask them what was wrong but they all made up little excuses and scurried off. The Doctor even pretended she didn’t hear me!” You exclaimed gesturing wildly, “I just- they’re my friends, and I’ve obviously done something to upset them, but I don’t know what!”

You flopped back into The Master’s hold and sighed, for a moment he simply held you close, rubbing circles on your back.

“Look, whatever it is they’ll probably get over it soon enough. It can’t be that bad if they’re still talking to you.” He reassured you, already helping you feel much calmer than you had all week.

“But, what if they found out about us somehow?”

“The Doctor probably would have kicked me off the TARDIS already love, and your friends would have helped her.” You glared at him, unamused.

“No they wouldn’t, I wouldn’t let them.”

The Master’s expression softened.

“Of course not love, I’m just teasing. I’m sure that whatever it is will be forgotten about soon enough.”

“Hopefully.”

“In the meantime, would it perhaps help if I could take your mind off them for a while?” The Master suggested, leaning in to kiss you again.

“Hmm, I think it might.” You replied with a giggle, kissing him back eagerly.

——

As The Master had predicted, your friends soon went back to normal. You still had no clue what had caused their strange behaviour, but you didn’t bring it up again. Instead you focused on your adventures and your relationship with The Master, separately of course.

After a few rather hectic adventures, The Doctor had decided that you all needed a bit of a break, in the form of a 38th century cruise spaceship. The Doctor had explained that there were many fun activities taking place on the cruise, but the main one was the ball. An evening of dancing, eating and socialising to help you and the rest of the fam relax a bit.

You were all looking forward to it, and you could tell The Master was excited too - not that he acted like it. Sometimes you thought he tried a little too hard to protect his reputation, but then you remembered just how lucky you were that he allowed you to see the real him when so many others were denied the chance.

Currently, you were in the TARDIS wardrobe getting ready for the ball with the others. You had elected to wear a simple black suit with a dark purple lining and accents, partially because you liked the look of it, and partially because you thought it would go with whatever The Master decided to wear. You may be hiding your relationship from your friends, but you still wanted the subtle sign that he was yours (and you were his in turn). Exiting your dressing room you smiled at Graham and The Doctor, both wearing suits as well.

“Nice suit, it suits you!” The Doctor told you, looking very pleased with her terrible pun.

You rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh while Graham simply groaned. Ryan exited next, wearing a suit as well, tho it had a neon-coloured cubic pattern speckled over it. Then The Master exited.

He was wearing a black suit as well, though it had flowers embroidered in dark grey thread on it. He’d paired it with a reddish-purple waistcoat, a matching bow tie, and a dark grey shirt. He looked stunning, and in that moment you found yourself yearning for the freedom of a more public relationship, simply so you could tell him just how good you thought he looked. Instead you raked your eyes over his body and gave him an appreciative look, knowing he’d understand.

To your surprise he seemed to do the same to you, his eyes studying your appearance in a way that made you blush slightly, and giving you a far more suggestive look than you had given him. He was usually very subtle about your relationship, especially in front of The Doctor, but you weren’t going to complain in this moment.

Just then Yaz walked out of her dressing room, though your eyes lingered on The Master for a few moments longer. Taking advantage of the distraction, The Master winked at you, causing you to grin coyly before finally turning your attention to Yaz.

She was wearing a lovely rose gold coloured dress, it wasn’t overly flashy or attention grabbing, but you knew she’d still get a fair amount of admiration at the ball (though you suspected most of that would come from The Doctor).

The Doctor soon lead you all out of the wardrobe into the console room, piloting to your destination. You gazed in awe at the ship once the doors opened, it was decorated in a baroque-esque style and almost made you feel as though you didn’t quite belong in the ship. Still, you followed The Doctor through the hallways until you came to the ballroom. It was stunning, the room itself had the same baroque-esque look to it, though it was even more extravagant. Instinctively, you looked back to The Master and grinned, gaining a soft smile in return.

“Alright fam, all the food and drink should be good for human consumption - but if you’re unsure just ask! Let’s say two hours of mingling, then we’ll reconvene back here?” The Doctor addressed you all, gaining agreement before everyone started to dart off in different directions.

You had hoped that you would get some time alone with The Master, unfortunately it seemed that Yaz had other ideas as she invited you over to the bar with her to get some drinks.

An hour later you had finally managed to ditch your friends, it wasn’t as though you didn’t like hanging out with them - of course you did - but at an event like this you’d rather spend time with your partner. Once you found him you felt yourself relax, previously unaware of how tense you’d been without him. Larger social gatherings like this definitely made you anxious, but having The Master by your side helped a lot, mostly because you knew he’d never let anything bad happen to you.

He smiled at you and then nodded his head to the entrance. Intrigued, you followed him as he lead you out of the ballroom.

“Where are we going, Master?” You queried, grabbing a hold of his hand.

“You’ll see.”

Eventually the two of you came to another ballroom, though it was completely empty. There was a layer of dust over every surface, giving you the impression that this room hadn’t been used in a long time. The distant music from the party echoed through the halls into the ballroom giving it a haunted feel, but not a creepy kind of haunted, mor like the sort of haunted feeling you got from a placed that had so clearly been loved once, as though that love and warmth was still living in the walls.

After looking around the room you turned back to The Master, only to find him stood with one hand behind his back and the other stretched out towards you.

“Care to dance, my love?” He asked you charmingly, causing you to blush wildly.

“Of course, Master.” You replied, taking his hand eagerly and grinning.

He pulled you in close and began to guide you through a waltz, in time with the music from the ballroom. In that moment you felt as though you could spend the rest of your life with him, even if it was just the two of you alone in the universe, you’d always feel content by his side. That realisation seemed to finally give you the boost of confidence you had needed.

“I love you.”

The Master stopped dancing, looking at you with a mix of shock and awe.

“What?”

“I love you, Master. You don’t have to say it back, I just wanted you to know.” You told him truthfully.

“I love you too, so much.” He replied, grinning wide with tears in his eyes.

The Master leant in to kiss you, and your lips met his halfway. You’d kissed him hundreds of times before, but this time felt different, it felt perfect. The two of you started dancing again, still keeping in time with the music but completely lost in each other’s presence. The Master moved his arm around your waist, you rested your head on his shoulder and let the world fall away around the two of you.

——

The Doctor had been keeping a close eye on both you and The Master in the past few weeks, and to her surprise she had seen nothing sinister, nothing potentially dangerous. In fact, all she had seen was subtle glances and secretive smiles between the two of you, she’d caught both of you looking at the other while they were distracted, and neither of you had anything but love to look at each other with. On one occasion she’d even seen the two of you holding hands when faced with a particularly terrifying enemy!

The Doctor had known The Master for nearly his whole life, and therefore always knew that he had a softer side to him. What she never expected was for him to develop feelings for a human, considering his general hatred of Earth’s sentient inhabitants. She’d had her reservations at first, knowing full well that whatever was going on between the two of you could just be another one of his schemes. However, given how secretive the two of you were, and all the little interactions she’d witnessed, The Doctor believed that The Master had genuine feelings for you.

Nevertheless, The Doctor had continued to keep on the eye on the two of you - just in case. Therefore, she noticed pretty quickly when the both of you disappeared from the ballroom. At the end of the day The Master was still The Master, no matter how much progress he had seemed to make these past few months. Luckily, the rest of her fam had noticed your disappearances as well.

“Come on fam.” The Doctor started to lead the way out of the ballroom.

“Doc, are you sure we should go looking for them, I mean what if they’re, y’know…” Graham asked, looking rather uncomfortable.

“Snogging?” Ryan snickered.

“Yes, we should, because there’s still a chance that Y/N could be in danger.”

The Doctor continued on through the halls, looking through each of the rooms to see if she could find the two of you. Finally, she came to another ballroom and was surprised by the sight of the two of you slow dancing in each other’s arms.

Well, at least you weren’t in danger.

It seemed that she had sped off a bit too quickly, as Ryan, Graham and Yaz soon came jogging up behind her, startling both you and The Master (who hadn’t noticed her approach). For a few moments everyone stood and stared at each other in complete silence, no one knowing quite what to do. The Master still had his arms around your waist, and The Doctor could see that he tightened his grip on you, as though he was afraid you’d be taken from him.

You coughed, gaining everyone’s attention, “So, uhhh..”

“You two are together?” Yaz asked.

You looked to The Master and smiled softly, getting a small smile in return. “Yeah, we are.”

There was another moment of awkward silence before you spoke up again. “Wait, none of you seem surprised?”

“We caught you two sleeping on one of the library couches a couple weeks back.” Ryan told you, causing you to playfully hit The Master’s arm.

“I told you!”

The Master rolled his eyes, “How was I supposed to know? I was asleep as well!” He laughed along with you.

“Is that why you were all acting weird around us?” You queried.

“Yeah, sorry about that cockle, it was just a bit of a shock is all. Still is to be honest!” Graham chuckled, putting all of you at ease.

“How long have the two of you been together anyway?” Yaz asked.

“Uhh, just over four months now - right?” The Master nodded in response to your question.

“How did you two manage to keep it a secret for so long?” Ryan exclaimed.

“Lots of sneaking around, though it does help when your partner has alien hearing that’s at least 10 times better than humans’.” You replied, smirking in a way that showed how much you liked showing off about The Master.

On the way back to the TARDIS Graham, Ryan and Yaz asked you quite a lot of questions, most of which you answered happily while holding The Master’s hand. Despite having watched the two of you for the past few weeks to make sure this wasn’t just another one of The Master’s schemes, The Doctor finally felt as though she could relax. You were safe, and both of you were happy, she was glad that The Master had managed to find someone who he could be himself around, someone who he could love. Stopping just outside the TARDIS doors, you turned back to look at her.

“You’re alright with this, yeah?”

“You’re happy?” The Doctor asked, addressing the both of you.

“Very.” You replied, while The Master simply looked down at you and nodded.

“Good, I’m happy for you - both of you.” She made sure to address The Master, who looked slightly surprised before he rolled his eyes at her.

“Now, movie night?” She suggested, gaining nods of approval from everyone.

It was going to take some getting used to, but The Doctor was truly happy for the both of you. Later that evening she looked over to see that you had both fallen asleep in each other’s arms, she smiled looking at the two of you, glad you had each other.

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oswildin · 1 year

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Observing {Dhawan!Master x ND!Reader}

Summary: Whilst travelling with the Doctor, you often face certain challenges the others don’t. But it turns out, the person you least expected to understand, is the one who helps you the most. CANNON-DIVERGENCE // SHORT ONESHOT

A/N: A little bit self-indulgence doesn’t hurt right? This is based off my own struggles and experiences with my own neurodivergence tendencies. So if something doesn’t relate to you, that’s fine, everyone’s experiences are different! Ofc, it’s also a popular theory/opinion that the Timelords themselves are also ND. Keep yourself safe, happy and ensure you get rest!

Warning: Depictions of anxiety/overstimulation.

Travelling with The Doctor was amazing. But sometimes it felt too much, like everything was happening so fast and so loud. Sometimes your brain was working in overload, firing quicker than the others, and other times it was the opposite, like you couldn’t quite get it into gear. Sometimes you wanted to shut down, lock yourself away and not have any communication for days, and other times you wanted to be around everyone and talk for hours. It was exhausting. Everyone aboard the TARDIS was understanding, they tried their best to help when they could.

When The Master joined you all, you weren’t sure about it. There was obvious history between the two Timelords that made you feel a little uneasy. More for the fact that any source of tension in a room would make you feel on edge. The Master was mostly on the quieter side, making quips here and there, making cheap shots about humans and often disobeying The Doctors orders, but thankfully not to the level of destroying planets or killing anyone. The only reason he was with you was so The Doctor could keep an eye on him.

Stepping out of the TARDIS, you were suddenly faced with a bustling market, as you instantly blinked, trying to adjust yourself to the scene before you.

“The famous market of Urania!” The Doctor cheered, gesturing to the stalls that surrounded you all. “Anything and everything you could ever think of, this market will definitely have it!” She grinned, as Yaz smiled as her eyes scanned the area. The Master stepped out of the ship, standing beside you as he took in the surroundings also. “Well, nearly anything and everything.” The Doctor added. “Now, remember, don’t wander too far-“ She eyed The Master as he folded his arms, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “And meet back here in around an hour?” She looked at you all for confirmation as you weakly nodded, forcing a smile.

Once she was happy, The Doctor spun on her heel, heading off towards some of the stalls as you heard her go ‘oooh’ in delight as Yaz followed closely behind, smiling at her friend. You stood still, eyes scanning everything around you, completely forgetting about the other Timelord that was still standing beside you.

“Are you going to stand here all day?”

You jumped at his voice as you whipped your head to look at him.

“May as well have a look.” He shrugged slightly as he began to walk forwards. You took a breathe before quickly following him, not wanting to be left alone in the crowd. “Most of this stuff is space junk and tat.” The Master spoke as you tried to focus on his words, trying to tune out the loud voices that flooded your ears. “And these sellers charge an arm and a leg for it. Unsuspecting tourists don’t know the difference.” You hummed at his words, as you kept your eyes focused on his back, hoping to block out what was happening around you. Suddenly you felt a shove, as you fell forwards, going into The Master as you gasped. Your head snapped round to see a tall, green man glaring down at you. The Master quickly turned, seeing you staring up at the disgruntled alien as he instantly glared at them.

“Oi!” He snapped. “You should watch where you’re going.” He stared up at the alien, not standing down as he narrowed his eyes, tilting his head slightly. The alien made a noise before walking round the two of you, The Masters gaze still focused on them as they huffed in annoyance, making their way past. You could feel your heart beginning to beat faster, as the noise began to flood back into your ears. You instinctively began tapping your fingers together in a self soothing motion, focusing on the sensation to keep you grounded.

“And people say I have no manners.” The Master clicked his tongue as he finally turned back to look at you. He could see your anxiousness on your features as he peered down to see your tapping. He pursed his lips as he observed you. “Come on, let’s go somewhere a bit quieter with less idiots.” He gestured with his head as he nodded in another direction. What you didn’t expect was him to hold out his hand, offering it to you as you furrowed your brows, before hesitantly taking it, allowing him to guide you out of the crowd.

You kept your gaze focused down as he took you both towards the edge of the market, where less people gathered. Finally, you came to a halt, as he let go of your hand, causing you to look up at him.

“Better?” He asked, as you nodded, feeling slightly more content being away from the majority of the crowd. “Good.” He simply said as you stood in silence for a few minutes, allowing yourself to adjust once again to the surroundings. You found yourself finally being able to properly take in the place, observing from the sidelines as you watched all the different aliens approach the different stalls.

“Thank you.” You finally spoke, finding your voice as he peered over at you. He gave you a small nod as you both peered back out at the crowd.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

#dhawan!master x reader #dhawan!master #the master x reader #doctor who x reader #dhawan!master x you #doctor who reader insert #doctor who

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sleep-i-ness · 4 months

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I Know (Dhawan!Master x Reader, Thirteen x Reader)

Part 6 of 'Shackled' Masterlist | Previous Part

Alone. Endlessly isolate, stuck in a silent solitude, imposed by a madman who knew the way loneliness saturated into weary bones. Silence held words too quiet to hold immediate weight, a slow enemy, but the years wore sores, whispers worming into the brain. The universe's discordancies had melded together, swirling, enrapturing in this new silence. Solitude would drive you mad, the only company your thoughts.

But you knew that. And he hated the power it had imbued you with.

The roar of his rage still rang in your ears. Alone. But not quite. That red pulsing fury had ebbed, seeping out of you and leaving you so numb. Simple, fickle, human emotions so empty, pale, meaningless in comparison.

Sickening.

It listened. It whispered in your mind, trying desperately to destroy the rebellious thoughts that welled up against its dam of control. The river had grown too strong, the words rushing up against it, overpowering.

He still couldn't leave you alone.

Obsessive, manic, desperate to return you to the dull, droopy peace that had settled into your bones. He couldn't control you anymore. Nothing worked. You'd been through it before. And now you understood.

He hated it.

Thinking of me? Still? How... pitiful.

Derisive, mocking, cruel. Almost laughable. You smothered a smirk, resting your head against the cool metal of the dingy cell.

He had lost.

I don't lose.

But despite the protests in your mind, you laughed. How could he ever expect to win now?

ALL

@underratedhotties @mxacegrey

SHACKLED

@startrekkingaroundasgard @queerconfusionthings

Dhawan!Master

@kjaneway1

13th Doctor

@better-dead-than-smeg @fromflametofire @Natalia-Helena-alianova-romanov @ghostlystudentpersonasludge @wewaitinthatspace @Sylumarts @gurkiloni @trying414 @meandthebirdss @averyisbackinthetrashcan

#dhawan!master x you #dhawan!master imagine #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader #sacha dhawan #doctor who #doctor who imagine #thirteenth x reader #thirteenth doctor x you #thirteenth doctor x reader #thirteen x you #thirteen x reader #thirteenth doctor #doctor who x reader

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doctorwhocrossovers · 1 year

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Here is a little bit of my crossover

P.S the master will be in this as well

#the master x reader #wednesday imagine #dhawan master x reader #dhawan!master #doctor who fanfiction #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday #13th doctor x you #13th doctor x reader #yazmin khan #nevermore #dhawan!master imagine #dhawan!master x you #dhawan!master x reader #Wednesday x fem! reader

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fandomgirl800 · 2 years

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Hello how are you? I would like to request a dhawan!master x reader request. The reader is one of the doctor's companions who is at the storage facility. The master plans to kidnap the reader, who is caught in the time loop. After managing to escape the time loop, the master has the reader in his tardis unconscious and wants the doctor to think that the reader is dead.

If you're not comfortable writing this then it's all good. Have a nice day

Storage Hostage

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Warnings: Grammatical Errors

Summary: Master kidnaps the reader from the storage, everything that's in the ask

(A/n): Hello, I'm doing fine, I hope you're doing fine too. Sorry it took so long. I did change the part where the reader is unconscious, she will be, but only for a while because I mostly focused on their dialogue. I hope it's alright. Enjoy the story, have a nice day.

Running through the storage, you kept turning back, this time they wouldn't get to you. But it was quiet. It was so quiet.

Going down the stairs, you crossed a few corridors, turned right and closed the doors, hiding in the storage room.

Your heart was beating so loud. There was no escape. Sooner or later you would be dead, and everyone else too.

"Have a little faith in me, (Y/n)," Doctor's words... You wondered whether those were also the last words you heard, since she said them a few minutes ago again.

"EXTERMINATE!"

Hiding behind the shelf, you closed your eyes and hoped for the best.

Unfortunately, the Daleks that were chasing you blasted the doors and slowly entered amidst the smoke.

Quiet chuckle could be heard in the console room that was brightly shining red. Pressing a button on the console, Master could see what was happening on every camera that was currently shut down. They were working thanks to the TARDIS power source. TARDIS stabilized the timeline and landed safely, but the barrier was surrounding it as if it was outside.

"Look at you..." Master squinted his eyes and looked at the corner of the screen on a woman hiding behind shelves. Dalek was slowly approaching her.

Master observed her carefully across the multiple periods of the time loop. She died and died, while others lived and lived... She was perfect. He saw her before, took a special liking in her, watching her live her life, occasionally chased the Doctor's TARDIS just to look at her from a distance ever since he got to know her undercover as agent O.

But she was only part of his plan, nothing else, he thought.

Master kept pulling his right sleeve nervously. Oh, this could go so badly wrong. He could get stuck here, killed even, his plans could be revealed at worst.

He smiled and fixed his new black coat before walking out of the TARDIS.

"EXTERMINATE!" Dalek blasted the shelf next to you.

You covered your ears and waited, crouching next to the broken shelf for some time now.

It was too quiet.

Standing up slowly, you realized that there was no Dalek around. Just the dust and fog.

"Doctor?!" you stood up, expecting to see your friend, but you heard only heavy coughing.

"This didn't go as I expected..." Master stumbled out of the smoke.

You gulped as you saw the enemy instead of the Doctor and started backing up slowly, while he fixed his hair and black coat.

"Human, I'm taking you with me now," Master spoke and pointed behind his back.

You kept staring at him, and Master started to grow irritated, "I said let's go!"

"Where's the Doctor?" you asked, not moving.

"She's dead, follow..." he turned on his heel and walked away.

"No, she can't be dead. What did you do? It was you all along, am I right? This all... Are you Jeff?" you frowned.

Master rolled his eyes and spoke, "We have thirty seconds and this place will explode, so dear, listen very well," he stepped closer and closer, "I am the Master and you will obe-"

"No! You are lying!" you panicked and took the first thing that was near you, and began fighting him with it.

"W-What!? How dare you! Stop beating me with the tennis racket!" Master tore the racket out of your hands and threw it behind angrily.

You ran away from the room with scream and Master sighed, slowly following you.

Exiting the storage room, you weren't in the corridor, but in the strange room with a red console. Quickly you realized where you were, since the Master closed the doors behind him and put down his coat.

You stood behind the console, wondering what he wanted.

There was an unsettling quiet, which Master interrupted, "You won't be screaming anymore I hope, it gives me headaches."

"That's strange, I thought you love when people fear you, agent O..."

Master smirked, but soon his smirk disappeared, "My name is the Master."

"I said that I won't call you that way last time we saw each other," you rolled your eyes, "I knew you as agent O, you did introduce yourself like that, so I will call you that way."

He smirked again, "Shouldn't you be screaming and begging me to let you go?"

"What would be the point of that?! I mean, you are here, in the storage. So you are trapped with us and Daleks too. There's really no way to escape… Even with your TARDIS," you answered.

It didn't make any sense. This whole time, you didn't see him here, and now... He appeared...

"Am I dead? Like, for real?" you questioned out loud.

"Maybe," Master flipped some switches and the TARDIS made a loud noise. It wasn't the same as the Doctor's TARDIS. Unusual, strange wheezing.

"I saw you die. The Doctor sent me away from Gallifrey when it blew up..."

"Many people saw me die before, it's nothing special," Master said with nonchalance, "Oh how you begged her to keep me alive, why so?"

"I was used to seeing the Doctor giving a chance to many aliens before you. What makes you so special that she wouldn't give you one?"

Master smirked, "Maybe many chances that she gave me before, but it's better like this. Doctor is my enemy."

"How is it better?" you frowned at the time lord.

"That's far beyond human understanding. So why did you beg her to keep me alive? It can't be just that," Master asked.

"Well when you were O, we were talking a lot. Maybe you were just pretending, but I still think you are…"

Master raised his eyebrows listening to you.

"That deep inside you would like to be good, you're just very hurt and you can't…" you wanted to say. Instead of that, you just looked to the side, "That's far beyond the time lord understanding."

"To answer your previous questions, you are not dead yet. At least not officially."

Your sight became blurry. Something was wrong.

"Human?"

"What did you do?" you questioned, wanting to run to the doors of his TARDIS.

"I didn't do anything," now Master seemed to be as confused as you were, "You are probably just disorientated because the TARDIS needed to come through the barrier so I could get inside and out," Master chuckled, "It's a very invasive process for her."

Every word that Master said didn't make sense to you, as you could hardly hear him.

"How are you okay then?!"

"It's my special time lord biology, nothing that humans could stand through without passing out, I'm just a bit dizzy."

"But you can't go out! You dumb..." you muttered as you fell on the ground.

"What was that?" Master mocked you, tilting his head to the side, watching as you fell unconscious.

He walked closer, kneeling down to you and caressing your cheek, "I will keep you safer than the Doctor ever did."

You woke up on a soft bed, getting comfortable feeling that this all was just a dream. Maybe you really were dead after all. You didn't recognize the strangely arranged room at all.

Lifting the covers, you learned that you were still in your clothes and that you had your shoes on.

Quickly you realized the situation you were in, running out of the bedroom through the black hallways. Master really took time with the design. There was no way his TARDIS would decorate it for him. He was a time lord who planned every step. Surely he had a plan for you to not get out of there.

Or maybe not...

You sighed from relief when you found the console room. Thinking how to escape, you noticed that the Master was sitting close by the console, drinking tea from a cup, holding the book in the other. Observing him, you noticed that he was reading every second page. Was he reading that fast?!

You already knew that the time lords were not the same as humans, but every day surprised you with something new.

Deciding to observe the Master for a while, you hoped he would fall asleep. About that... You never saw Doctor asleep, you didn't know if she had a room of her own in the TARDIS, maybe time lords didn't sleep at all.

Judging by observing him, the reddish light from the console was dimmed. You walked closer, was he... Relaxing?

"Just because I am a time lord, it doesn't mean that I can't relax," Master suddenly spoke, offended, it made you flinch and almost trip over the stair leading to the console.

"Carefully human, we don't need you to die for real."

"For real?"

"Everyone thinks you're dead," he quickly lifted himself up from the seat and headed for the console, "Don't try to stop me clumsy human."

"Why so much planning to save a clumsy human then?"

"You're fragile and you can easily get to the worst situations possible. Staying with the Doctor would kill you," Master explained without any emotions, "That is why I chose to take you, to break Doctor's hearts. You were in the final time loop..."

"Why does it matter to you if I live or not?"

Master lifted his head up from the console and looked at you, "Because it matters to the Doctor."

"I heard about her past companions, she got over every one of them, she will get over me too," you said simply, "It will take maybe a few days, I wasn't that important. He left me home, came back after a few years as a woman and demanded to take a ride with her and some strangers…"

"Trust me I know how that feels, and the Doctor keeps running…" Master smiled to himself, "But nothing lasts forever."

Shaking your head as you walked over to the doors of the TARDIS, "She should have left me home."

"Don't bother, we are far away from there. She will never find you here and you will never see her again."

"You're bluffing, you can't get out," doors opened and you nearly fell forwards to the time vortex.

Very soon you realized you made a huge mistake, but you felt someone's hand on your arm, pulling you back to safety of the TARDIS.

"I thought you locked it!" you yelled as the Master closed the doors.

"I told you, we are far away from there," Master spoke quietly, he was very close, looking into your eyes. He wasn't hypnotizing, just looking. Then you both nearly fell on top of eachother since the TARDIS did a sudden turn and it threw Master towards you.

Now you caught him, and helped him to regain balance, "Master!"

Master's eyes widened, hearing you say his name for the first time, "Say it again… (Y/n)."

"What?"

"Nothing," Master collected himself and turned back to the console and smashed his fist on the top of it.

"Where are we going then?" you sat on the luxurious seat that was nearby.

"Any other companion of the Doctor would throw things after me now," Master looked at you thinking.

"Don't give me ideas," you smirked, "What?"

"You are a hostage! I thought you should be more loyal to the Doctor."

"I would be dead if you weren't there. Doctor wasn't even near... I don't have that much of a choice. Sure she takes me to dangerous places, on dangerous adventures with her magic box, but... I'm not good at adventures..."

"Well, it was only for my plan," Master said.

"I saw how she treated you. You know, I met the Doctor when he was a male… I saw you when you were… looking different. The Doctor was different too, the type of a time lord who wouldn't let anyone die."

"I remember that, we briefly looked at eachother."

"You wanted to kill me," you said, offended.

"But I did keep you safe, even safer than the Doctor ever did."

There was something about the Master that you saw just now. When he spoke to the Doctor, he acted differently. Now he was calmer, but so lost in his head.

"You will stay with me, in the TARDIS (Y/n)," Master said.

"Here?"

"Well, you can't go back... I can't just drop you on some friendly planet and leave you there, you would get killed. You have bad luck."

You smiled on the Master, maybe you were right, he was different without the Doctor. Whole other time lord. Not just someone that the TARDIS team fighted against.

"You don't protest? I thought you didn't like traveling in the magic box," Master frowned.

"It was never about the magic box…"

"Am I hearing right? You prefer me over the Doctor?" Master smirked.

"Let's see where this goes," you said, "Just no dangerous adventures..."

"Unless you would ask," Master agreed, "I have to keep my hostage safe."

#Dhawan!master #The Master #Dhawan!master x reader #Doctor who #Doctor who fanfiction #Dhawan!master imagines #Dhawan!master x you

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txrdish · 1 month

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the moment doctor who showrunners use the names theta and koschei on-screen is the day i can die peacefully. imagine an emotionally charged scene between the master and the doctor then suddenly one of them drops the academy nickname on the other. it can go 2 ways

either the other gets all "you don't get to use that name on me, they're dead." or they crumble over the name and just. Breaks Down™.

(bonus points if it's in front of a companion)

#the mortifying ordeal of being known but you've long since reaped the rewards of being loved #and now you suffer the consequences of being loved by the other through painful memories of when everything was fine #rtd what are u waiting for bring my pookie master back we need it #the master #the doctor #doctor x master #thoschei #doctor who #theta sigma #koschei #dhawan!master #simm!master #gomez!master #missy

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dang-dood · 1 month

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first date idea: i bring you to the remains of our home planet and flirt with you while you’re in a cage as i tell you a story that will change the directory of your life <3

#cute things #master rizz #doctor who #dhawan!master #thirteenth doctor #thoschei #mine #the master #the doctor #romantic #obviously #spymaster #plus i call you terms of endearment #all while we are lovers who are enemies but also lovers #doctor x master #spydoc

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corallapis · 5 months

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DOCTOR: He'd see me dead tomorrow. MASTER: Gladly, Doctor. [looking to the Valeyard] But I'm not prepared to countenance a rival.

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incorrectquotesconaisseur · 3 months

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Here are some of my favourite thoschei fics:

(for @hadesbullshit )

The Deca (Series One) by Victory (Barnable) -

And when push comes to shove by ichabodcranemills -

You don't have to kill me, just lead me there by z_in_a_blue_box -

Theseus' paradox by Lis_zimoy - https://archiveofourown.org/works/51052750

Second Draft by Verayne - https://archiveofourown.org/works/43899492

The only hell I'm going to by orphan_account - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12853668

the dying of the light by lupescx - https://archiveofourown.org/works/27632762

locked in orbit by yonderdarling - https://archiveofourown.org/works/3044741

after me comes the flood by Aria - https://archiveofourown.org/works/73096

Doctor Who Season Four by Aria - https://archiveofourown.org/works/13433

Need by Lamiel - https://archiveofourown.org/works/20320687

Timeless Horror by CheerfullyCynical - https://archiveofourown.org/works/34569250

suffer does the wolf, crawling to thee by ProdigalPragmatist - archiveofourown.org/works/52101307

The Game by Veryane - archiveofourown.org/works/48231109

Time Lord Victorious by Veryane -

Inhale by Veryane -

#there is an ungodly amount of tensimm here I apologise #hopefully you'll find some stuff you like here #and don't mind me being a depraved thoschei gremlin #doctor who #thoschei #tensimm #twissy #spydoc #tenth doctor #twelveth doctor #thirteenth doctor #simm master #missy #dhawan master #best enemies #thoschei fic recs #doctor x master fic recs #fanfic recommendation

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x-neurodivergent-reader · 10 months

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Headcanons: Dhawan!Master x Autistic!Reader with a special interest in urban exploration

A/N: I’ve been dipping a little bit into my old special interest in abandoned places recently, so I decided to compliment my headcanons of Thirteen with an urbex-loving reader by making some for the Master!

The reader here is gender-neutral.

Content warnings: Trespassing, and running away from security.

Being the morbid Time Lord that he is, he’s particularly intrigued by the places with more horrific histories, such as mansions where murders occurred, or amusement parks that closed down because of a fatal accident.

Will make sure you infodump everything you know about whichever abandoned place you're in to him, mostly to fill in the thick, eerie quietness that would otherwise make the drums in his mind feel more prominent.

If he’s holding your camera for you for any reason, you may catch him taking random photos and pretending to be an annoying tourist while you tell him the history, just to make you laugh.

You know he’s still listening to you while doing so, because you notice him bringing up specific details you told him if they become relevant again later, or during the next time you reminisce on the trip. The fact that he genuinely pays attention to you, no matter what he's doing, says a lot.

One of the fun parts of going to places like this with the Master is that he has zero regard for trespassing laws, nor what he has to do to help you get away with breaking them.

You’re both well accustomed to evading any security guards who try to catch you, yet he’ll still find a way to make it more thrilling - all while keeping you safe.

He lets you keep any books you have about abandoned places in the library in his TARDIS. Not only are they under their own category for you to find easily, but despite his disregard for most things involving Earth, you might occasionally catch him having a quick look for places to take you.

If there’s a particular place where very little is known about why it was neglected and fell into ruin, chances are that he would suggest going to its last couple of days to see what happened, if you’re up to it. He'll always take a chance to watch any potential chaos unfold, after all.

Of course, because disaster follows the Master wherever he goes, this often leads to it turning out to be all you two’s fault.

He respects your desire to capture abandoned places nicely in your photos, but won’t resist the chance to photobomb every so often. Usually in a way that makes him look like a ghost or cryptid haunting the area. You have an album dedicated solely to these particular shots.

#dhawan!master x reader #dhawan!master imagine #dhawan!master x y/n #dhawan!master x you #doctor who master x reader #doctor who master imagine #doctor who x reader #doctor who imagine #dhawan!master imagines #doctor who imagines #autistic!reader #neurodivergent!reader #my imagines

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praxeus-13 · 2 years

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Chronic

Pairing: Dh!Master x ChronicallyIll!Reader

Word Count: 1180

Summary: The Master cares for you during a flare up

Warnings: kinda self-deprecating language/thoughts? Not the most positive view on chronic illness I guess? Also swearing

A/N: This one is very self indulgent because I recently got diagnosed with Fibromyalgia after suffering for 2 years, and I need this fic to cope :/

You sighed, sitting at the edge of the TARDIS porch, staring out into the universe. The stars, the colours, no matter how bad you felt they could always make you smile. This time, however, you were struggling to find even a small smile. Behind you you heard footsteps, causing you emotional pain alongside the physical.

The Master sat down beside you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, to face him. You’d let him down today, you knew that. You had started off the day with more pain and fatigue than usual, but you had pushed yourself for him, only to be the cause of his plan failing.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, worried and tired, trying to stop your tears from falling.

“What for?” He sounded confused, and you could tell he was looking at you.

“For fucking up your plan, everything would have been fine if I’d just stayed on the TARDIS.” You sniffled and wiped your eye, still trying to keep the tears in, though the pain was making it difficult.

“I couldn’t care less about the plan, there are literally millions of other planets that I could take over whenever I want. What I do care about is you.”

Finally you faced him, confused about his statement. Your vision was blurred slightly by the unshed tears and you were finding it hard to focus, though you could see the concerned look on his face.

“What?”

“Y/N, you collapsed, I had to help you back here. I-“ He sounded close to tears himself as he took a breath, “I could feel your pain when I was carrying you. You should have said something, nothing is more important to me than you and your health.” He was giving you such an intense look with his big brown eyes, it felt as though he was staring directly into your soul.

“I just wanted to help, I didn’t mean to worry you.” You told him, your voice quiet and timid.

“I appreciate that Y/N, but I want you to look after yourself as well. If you’re not up to an adventure then tell me, please. I’d prefer to have 1000 movie nights on the TARDIS with you comfortable, rather than you pushing yourself and causing more pain and fatigue.” He was so sincere in the way he spoke, even though he was an expert liar you knew he was telling you the truth.

A few more tears fell, you lifted your hand to wipe them away, though The Master got to them quicker. His touch was always so gentle, he made sure not to apply too much pressure so he didn’t hurt you.

“Sorry, sorry.” You tried to apologise, unsure as to why but feeling as though you should.

“Love, there’s no need to apologise.”

“Yeah, sorry,” The Master raised his eyebrow, causing you to smile. “It’s just- I’ve never had anyone care about me the way you do. Most people expect me to just keep pushing myself through everything, to function as they do because I look fine most of the time.”

The Master’s face turned sour, “Well you don’t have to do that with me, I’m perfectly happy to do things at your pace.”

“Thank you.” You told him, deeply sincere.

For a few moments the two of you just gazed into each other’s eyes. It was enchanting, intense in a way that you’d never find suffocating, though you still forced yourself to look away before you did anything stupid. The Master coughed, looking away as well.

“Mmm, you should probably get some rest.” He commented, standing up himself.

In that moment the pain and fatigue that had almost turned into background noise throughout the conversation came back full force. You glanced behind you at the entrance to the console room, then to the corridors beyond. Your legs were certainly better than they had been earlier, but you knew they’d still be shaky and painful to walk on, and you couldn’t trust that you’d be able to get back to your room without collapsing again. On the other hand, your body was practically screaming at you with pain, and you knew you needed to rest as soon as possible.

Slowly, carefully, you lifted yourself up while gripping one of the wooden posts for help. Unfortunately, everything seemed to get ten times worse once you were standing, your legs shaking as you’d predicted. Everything hurt, and you wished it didn’t. As you looked down at your legs you remembered the days where you could walk or even run without aching, more tears welling in your eyes as you grieved for a few moments.

“Do you want some help?” The Master queried, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You glanced at him, opened your mouth to speak, though no reply came. Instead you looked at the open door again. It was only two meters away, if that, you could make it (hopefully). You took a deep breath and took a step forward. Unfortunately your legs went out from underneath you and you felt yourself plummet towards the floor. You desperately grasped backwards for the pole, but your limbs were tired and uncoordinated causing you to miss.

However, you didn’t hit the floor, The Master catching you instead and cradling you into his arms. Your heart was beating fast, the awful mix of fear and pain causing you to feel nauseous. The two of you took a moment to just breath and calm down, and you couldn’t help but lean into The Master’s hold.

“Is it alright if I carry you?” He asked quietly, murmuring the question into your ear.

You nodded in response, suppressing the shiver his action caused. To your surprise he shifted you so that he could pick you up bridal style, you weren’t quite sure what you’d been expecting when he asked, but it wasn’t anything as intimate as this.

As he started to walk to your room the fatigue really started to set in, not helped by the fact that you felt extremely safe in The Master’s arms. The walk seemed to be taking longer than usual, as though his TARDIS had moved your room further away, though that didn’t make any sense to you given the state you were in.

Soon enough your eyes were closing, and you were struggling to stay awake. The Master seemed to notice as he smiled softly down at you, placing a kiss on your forehead. Though he didn’t say anything you understood his message, allowing yourself to fall asleep knowing that he would take care of you.

Tomorrow you would wake up in a lot of pain, and you’d suffer through your flare up. It’d happened before and it would happen again, and in between flare ups you would still wake up everyday with some part of your body aching - just as you had for the past few years. However bleak that sounded, there was now a glimmer of hope within you. Maybe the future wouldn’t be so bad if you had The Master by your side.

#dhawan!master x you #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader #the master x reader #the master #doctor who reader insert

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oswildin · 1 year

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A Dangerous Thing {Dhawan!Master x Reader} (Part One)

Summary: You’re apart of the Masters plan. But when his plan takes longer than both of you anticipated, you see him in a new light.

Warnings: None, angst, shouting, slight personality switching (The Master is unpredictable/multi sided)

A/N: So I’ve been writing this for a few days, and been wanting to write another short fic series. It follows that good old troupe of The Master kidnapping you to get The Doctors attention, but it appears that it’s taking her longer to find you than he’d imagined, so you’re basically stuck with him having adventures and learning to navigate his moods! This is part one!

Fic MASTERlist

Something about you is soft like an angel

And something inside you is violence and danger

I knew from the moment we met, you are a dangerous thing

Something about his gaze made you feel on fire, but ice cold at the same time. An unsettling contradiction that shouldn’t exist. Yet there you were, feeling this way. Watching him from the sidelines became almost enchanting, the way he moved, the way he held himself, the fact he was full of danger and anger, yet seemed so cool on the outside as you observed.

You knew travelling with The Doctor came with risks, but what you hadn’t thought about was the possibility of another Timelord being out there, who was hellbent on vengeance. That’s how you ended up trapped with the renegade alien, on his TARDIS. You were leverage. You would be lying if you said you weren’t afraid. Maybe afraid wasn’t the right word… But it’s the only one you knew that could describe the anxious feeling you had in his presence.

“You’d think the Doctor would learn to keep her pets on a tighter leash.” The Master commented as he busied himself with the TARDIS controls. “How can someone be so protective yet so careless at the same time?”

Staying silent, you merely watched him. Nothing you could do or say would change his mind, so what was the point.

“What, no retort?” He raised a brow. “No rushing to your precious Doctors’ defence?” He peered over at you as you kept a blank stare. He placed a hand on his hip as he sighed, almost in annoyance at your lack of reaction. “Probably wise.” He mumbled. “Stay quiet and your chances of survival increases. At least that’s what you’re thinking.” He waved his hand casually as he returned his gaze to the console. “With the Doctor you have two options, use your knowledge as leverage or stay silent to buy yourself some time…” He carried on. “Unfortunately for you, dear, I’m not as patient as most.” He slammed down one of the levers as you jumped slightly from his actions.

Licking your lips, you cleared your throat, trying to figure out your next move.

“Maybe that’s where you’ve been going wrong.” You finally spoke, as he stopped in his tracks, peering back over at you. “Your lack of patience.” You said quieter as you felt him analysing you from across the room.

“How… Wise of you.” He began to walk round the console, finally reaching the side closer to you as he kept his eyes burning into your own. “How patient are you?” He inquired, but his words held a unspoken threat.

“Not very.” You admitted, as he found himself smirking at your words. “But I know when patience is needed.” You added as he narrowed his eyes, humming in thought.

“Let’s test that shall we? Let’s see how long it takes for The Doctor to find you.”

When you are with me, I feel like I'm living

And living besides you can be unforgiving

I knew from the very first step, you are a dangerous thing

It had been two whole days since you were taken by The Master, with still no sign of The Doctor. Strangely over the two days, The Master had left you to your own devices, as he pottered around his ship, most likely scheming. You were currently seated in the console room on one of the arm chairs, his TARDIS interior still in the setting of O’s home. As far as you had gathered, the ship hadn’t moved since you’d been there, leading you to believe he had parked it somewhere, hidden away to lead the Doctor on a wild goose chase. You were quickly becoming very bored, as you peered over at some shelves, seeing files upon files littered on them. You raised a brow, curiosity getting the better of you, as you approached them, getting up from your seated position.

Reaching out, you found yourself pulling out one of the files, seeing the words ‘Code 9 Protocols’ written on the front. You pursed your lips, opening the file as you were faced with papers littered with information. Furrowing your brows, your eyes landed on a photograph of what appeared to be a man in his 30s, sporting a leather jacket and short dark hair. Turning the page, you saw another image of a young girl with blonde hair, with the name ‘Rose Tyler’ written under her photo.

“You know what they say-“

You jumped at the sudden voice, as your grip on the files loosened, nearly causing them to fall to the floor.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” The Master clenched his jaw as he approached you. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you closed the file, rushing to put it back where you found it. “Please, don’t stop on my account.” You raised a brow as you ignored his words, continuing to place the files back in its home. “There’s been hundreds.” You found yourself looking at him once again as he spoke. “So many before you. You weren’t the first, and you won’t be the last.”

“That was The Doctor?” You asked, surprised. He simply nodded. “And the girl… Rose-“

“Just one of many companions.” He almost sneered as you blinked at him. “You’re just the latest in a long line.” He watched you, waiting for a heartbroken look, a confused stare, anything… But you didn’t give him that. You just stood still, blankly staring at him still.

“She is over a thousand years old…” You began. “I’d be naive to think I was the first.” You explained as he seemingly rolled his eyes, irritated he didn’t get the reaction he wanted from you. “What about you?” You suddenly asked, as he furrowed his brows. “Have you ever had a companion?” He almost laughed at your words as he plopped himself down on the arm chair you had been sat in.

“Companions aren’t really my thing.” He sniffed. “Especially human ones.” He glared at you as you fought the urge to roll your own eyes. “I’ve had… comrades, partners… Never a companion.” He told you as you nodded slowly at his words.

“Yeah, I can’t say I can see you playing nice with others…” You lightly joked as he found himself letting out a light laugh at your words. For some reason you found yourself smiling at this.

“I had a wife.” He suddenly announced, causing you to look at him shocked, seeing his lips now sat in a tight line. “Many years ago on Earth.” He paused. “Wasn’t a conventional marriage.” He shrugged. “More just another part of my plan.” You didn’t know what to say, as you slowly began to perch on the arm of the sofa that was in front of you. “Then she shot me.” Your mouth hung open slightly at his words as you let out a breath.

“That’s…” You tried to find the words. “That’s definitely a reason for a divorce.” You joked as he pursed his lips. Both of you sat in silence for a few moments before he finally chose to speak again.

“Knock yourself out.” He stood from the chair, gesturing to the shelves. “Maybe you’ll learn more about your precious Doctor, and somethings you may not like.” And with that he quickly left, leaving you alone once again.

There's no end to the fall

You keep on getting better, I keep forgetting

There's no love in the end

I hope you will come

I keep on losing feathers, I keep forgetting

There's no love in the end

One week. 7 whole days. Still no sign of The Doctor. You could tell even The Master was getting frustrated by the lack of the other Timelord. Sat once again in the console room, you watched as The Master entered, pressing buttons on the console as you raised a brow, getting up from your seated position.

“Where are we going?” You asked, as he shot you a look.

“As a human you may be ok with sitting around doing nothing, but me, I need something to do.” He told you, pulling a lever as the ship rocked, causing you to wobble on your feet as you caught onto the console for security. The Master grinned as he ran round the console, pressing more buttons and pulling other levers. Suddenly, the ship stopped, causing you both to fly backwards as you ended up on the floor, on your back, groaning as you saw him stood over you, smirking.

“That looked like it hurt.” He teased, as you glared at him, pushing yourself up from the hard floor. “Come on, chop chop.” He clapped his hands together to hurry you along as you rolled your eyes, using your legs to push yourself up to stand. He was already walking towards the door to the ship, as he whipped it open, light flooding in from the outside. You were confused as to why he was allowing you to come with him, but followed nonetheless. Anything for a different environment.

Approaching the door, you stepped outside, stood behind The Master as your eyes adjusted to the light. You saw you were stood on some grass, as you heard a sudden whirring above you, causing you to snap your head up to see what appeared to be a flying car rushing over you.

“New Earth.” He grimaced as he spoke. “Of all the places the TARDIS could’ve taken us.” He seemed irritated. You, however, stood in wonder as you took everything in. You found yourself sniffing the air, getting a whiff of… apples?

“Apples?” You asked, the wind whipping your face. He hummed.

“Apple grass.” He simply told you as you nodded.

“Of course it is.” You laughed lightly. He peered over at you, seeing the excitement in your eyes. “So… New Earth? I’m guessing it’s human inhabited based off your disappointment.”

“New Humans.” He said, taking a step forwards, hand on his hip. “Bits of this, bits of that, but still… human.” You stepped after him, still watching the cars above.

“It seems you can’t get rid of us.” You raised a brow as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Is that a challenge?” He leant towards you, his face inches from yours as you couldn’t help but laugh at his words. He seemed taken back by your reaction. “That wasn’t meant to be funny.” He mumbled, pulling away as he straightened his back.

“Oh.” You stopped laughing, clearing your throat. “Sorry.” You said sheepishly, when you both were caught off guard by a sudden alarm blaring over the city. You jumped at the noise, looking round frantically. “What is that?” You asked, The Master frowning as he observed the surroundings.

“Trouble.”

Something about you is warm and sedusive, and

When you're with me, you're cold and abusive

I knew from the second we met, you are a dangerous flame

You are a dangerous flame

One month. It had been one month since The Master brought you aboard his ship, taking you away from The Doctor. Your patience was starting to wear thin. Where was she? Did she decide to give up on you? Leave you behind? Accept defeat? Shaking your head, you tried to stop those thoughts from taking over. No, she wouldn’t do that, especially not allowing someone like The Master to take her companion… Although, saying that, he didn’t seem so bad. Considering you’d been stuck with him for a while, you saw a different side to the alien. Of course, he was still unhinged, unpredictable and a little scary at times, but all in all… He had taken you with him on his little excursions, and if you dared to say it (or even believe it), you would’ve thought he didn’t mind having you around.

Sighing, you found yourself in your usual position in the ship, watching him from the arm chair as he fiddled with the console, muttering under his breath. However, today it felt different. Tense. The air was thick and unpleasant. Something was wrong. Something was troubling him, you could see it evident in his face. Biting your lip, you pushed yourself up, wandering over to him as you kept your eyes on him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked simply, leaning on the console as he clenched his jaw.

“Why would I tell you?” He snapped, sending a glare your way.

“I don’t know.” Shrugging, you straightened up. “Bottling it up isn’t gonna help though, is it?” You added as he flared his nostrils, letting out a deep sigh.

“Why don’t you go do something mundane and human?” He waved his hand in a general direction. “And leave me alone.”

“Or… You could just…” You paused. “Tell me?” You looked at him with raised brows, slightly pushing your head out to give a ‘come on’ type of action. What you didn’t expect was for the Timelord to explode at you.

“I just told you, to leave. Me. Alone.” He bit out, his eyes full of fire and danger, causing you to quickly shuffle backwards. “What is it with you humans? Always sticking your nose where it isn’t wanted.” He hissed. “The only reason you’re still alive is because I allow it.” He added for good measure, causing your eyes to widen, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Do you know how tempting it is… To just…” He took a step towards you, although he wasn’t a very tall man you instantly felt small. “Shrink you down…” He looked you up and down. “Add you to a long line of blood shed.” You began to feel your eyes burning, not wanting to let your fear be evident, but it was too late, it was obvious. For the first time, you were terrified of the man. “Cause I could… just like that.” He clicked his fingers as you couldn’t stand it anymore. You quickly rushed past him, leaving him alone as you immediately ran to your room, slamming the door shut behind you.

You’d seen The Master angry. You’d seen him threatening to burn planets, kill civilians, set fire to anything and anyone in his way… But it had never been directed at you. And that scared you. Experiencing his fury first hand was something else. It reminded you of who he was, where you were and that there was no sign of your escape anytime soon. You felt yourself crumbling, your breathing becoming shaky as you allowed yourself to side down onto the floor of your room, leaning your head in your hands as you let out a few silent sobs.

Where was The Doctor? Why hadn’t she come for you yet? Was this it for you? Stuck with him until he gives up on his plan?

The Master stood in the control room still, his anger slowly dissipating as he realised what he had done. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his head fall back as he groaned in frustration. He kicked the console in anger, hissing at the feeling.

Why did he care? You were merely a pawn in his game.

But that look of fear on your face.

One he had seen many a times from other beings, yet when he saw you wearing it… It was different. It made him feel… Feel… Ashamed.

Shaking his head, he debated going after you.

You had caused it. You shouldn’t have pushed.

No that’s not fair.

Arguing with himself, he settled down in the armchair you had been sat in, putting his finger to his lips as he thought.

I don't think I know myself, without your help

Oh, I wonder why have I got a heaven deep inside of me

It had been two days since The Master had lashed out at you. You’d stayed locked up in your room, avoiding him. You hadn’t felt the ship move, nor hear anything from the alien himself. Forcing yourself to feel brave, you opened your bedroom door, hesitancy filling your mind. You swallowed it, as you took a step out, your feet wandering down the hall to head towards the control room. There was no point in avoiding it. You’d have to see him at some point, and if you were going to be here a while, you may as well get past it. Entering the control room, you saw The Master stood at the console, his back to you as you felt your heart stop for a moment. Pushing it aside, you walked up and past him to go to your normal seat, missing the look the Timelord gave you as you passed him. Sitting in silence, you perched yourself down in the chair, picking up a stray book as you opened it, distracting yourself from his gaze.

The Master stood, unsure on how to approach you as he licked his lips, fidgeting his fingers, before deciding to take a step towards you, coming away from the console. You kept your eyes fixed on the page in front of you, defiant you wouldn’t be the first to speak. Luckily for you, the alien broke the silence.

“Quite done sulking?”

You ignored his words, knowing he wanted a reaction as you simply turned the page. He held his arms by his sides as he clasped his hands into fists, before letting them fall again.

“Thought I’d leave you to it.” He continued. “I know how touchy you humans are. A very touchy race.” You pursed your lips, still dismissing him. “Emotional. Irrational.” He kept pushing as you finally caved, snapping the book closed, glaring daggers at the man.

“Irrational?” You repeated, tone full of disbelief. “You think I was being irrational?” You scoffed, fighting the urge to shake your head. He looked down at you with a blank stare, which only angered you further.

“Not your fault, humans are often irrational-“ He trailed off as you flared your nostrils, standing from your seat.

“If anyone was being irrational, it was you!” You exclaimed, pointing at him as he narrowed his eyes. “I know you get off on this weird little ‘I could kill you’ thing, but all I did was ask what was wrong!” You huffed. “You-“ You jabbed him in the chest. “Are the one who blew it out of proportion.” After a moment, you realised what you had done, and who you were raising your voice at. You quickly retreated your finger, clearing your throat.

“Are you done?” He simply asked as you folded your arms over your chest. “Good.” He said, taking your silence as his answer. “I apologise.” You furrowed your brows, tilting your head slightly at his words.

“What?” You let out.

“You heard me.” He hissed. “I’m not going to say it again.” He paused as you softened your glare. “I would lie and say it wasn’t my intention to upset you, but…” He allowed himself to trail off as you nodded at him.

“Right.” You cleared your throat, once more, a bit confused on what to do or say next.

“But don’t think I won’t do it again.” He added. “When I say leave me alone, I mean it. Understood?” His tone held authority as you found yourself nodding. “Just because you are apart of my plan, doesn’t mean it revolves around you.” He turned away from you as you watched him retire back to the console, his words repeating themselves in your brain.

I keep the light on, it keeps me warm

I hate it when I fall for your illusion of love

I know this is not love

“Tell me you have a plan.”

You and The Master were currently tied together in a cell on some alien planet, after he threatened the President. Although he liked to think himself different from The Doctor, he didn’t half get himself into trouble like her.

“Of course I have a plan.” He quipped back, a bite of offence at your words as you sat back to back with him.

“Okay, great.” You muttered. “Don’t suppose it involves the TCE?” You raised a brow. “Because if you remember, they took that from your jacket pocket as soon as they captured us.” Silence fell between you both as The Master found himself silently swearing. “Thought so.” You sighed.

“What about you?” He asked. “Why don’t you use that little human brain of yours for once?” His head turned slightly as he spoke to you as you rolled your eyes.

“Did one of the smartest aliens in the universe just ask for me to come up with a better plan?” You asked in return, sarcasm hidden in your tone.

“I would say ‘the’ smartest.” He mumbled under his breath as you groaned in annoyance.

God, he really was a pompous ass.

“I heard that.” He quipped as you huffed. “Oh well. Guess we await our execution.”

“Your plan is to get executed?!” You exclaimed, your head whipping round as far as it could to try and look at him.

“Of course not.” He frowned. “Why would I allow them the glory of killing me, dear?” He purred as you closed your eyes to compose yourself before you really got annoyed. “Besides, I’m not even in my best dress.” You furrowed your brows, noting his voice wasn’t as close to you anymore, nor did you feel his back against your own. You whipped your head around once more, seeing him stood, leant against the stone wall, hands free as smirked triumphantly down at you.

“When did you-“ You began as he cut you off.

“I did say… The smartest alien.” He grinned. “What? Thousands of years, hundreds of captures, and you think I couldn’t wiggle my way out of some ties?” He spoke smugly as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Okay, get me out.” You shuffled on your bum, trying to free your hands from your own ties as he simply watched. “Come on!” You urged him as he smirked.

“Oh sorry, didn’t I say?” He furrowed his brows, leaning down slightly. “You are the plan.”

You were both currently being escorted out of the cell, the guards leading you down winding corridors as you bit your lip anxiously, praying the Master hadn’t abandoned you. He’d disappeared soon after revealing his idea, vanishing into thin air as you felt the impending doom of execution invading your mind. Eventually, you were led into a room where you saw the planets’ President sit upon his throne, staring down at you with a sneer.

“Where is the other?” He boomed as the guards looked anxious.

“He escaped. We don’t know how, sir.” One of the guards explained. “We have people looking. Signs indicate a short range teleportation. He hasn’t gone far.”

“And he left you behind?” The President questioned you, causing you to shift in your spot, shrugging.

“He’s… He’s a wildcard.” You landed on as the President narrowed his eyes.

“Sounds like he’s saving his own skin.” He sneered. “Leaving little you with us.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, the aliens words not helping your already rising anxiety.

“Yeah, well…” You paused. “If I remember rightly I didn’t actually threaten you. It was him.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He roared. “You are his companion. You align your beliefs with his own.” You shook your head, fighting the urge to scoff.

“You have no idea how wrong you are mate.” You let out a breathy laugh, causing the President to stand up, stomping his food on the ground as it shook, causing you to quickly shut up.

“Enough!” He barked. “Enough stalling. Get them ready.” The guards immediately did as they were told, grabbing you as they began attaching some metal device to your head. You fought the urge to move away and struggling, for fear of only causing yourself harm. A sharp buzz coursed through your mind as you hissed at it.

“What-What is this?” You asked, peering up at the alien. He smirked down at you.

“Your brain will be burn from the inside out.” He told you, a sadistic grin forming on his lips. You let out a ragged breath as you took in his words.

Where was The Master? You couldn’t help but feel self pity flooding into your body. First The Doctor, now him… And now it would be the death of you.

“Now where is your friend?” He asked, taking a step forwards.

“I-I don’t know.” You told him, truthful.

“Liar!” He yelled, as you jumped.

“Tell me… Or-“

“Or what?” You quipped, feeling a weird rush of bravery. “You’ll kill me?” You raised a brow. “You’re already planning on doing that, so now what? Hm?” He looked displeased with your words. “Never start with your final sanction… It nulls everything else.”

Suddenly, clapping emitted from behind you, as you turned to see a familiar face. You let out a sigh of relief. You didn’t think you’d be as happy to see The Master as you were then. In fact, you never thought you’d be happy to see him full stop.

“Oh well done.” He praised you as he began to step forwards, the guards quickly aiming their weapons at him. “No really, I’m impressed. And I don’t say that a lot. Especially to humans.” He commented as you rolled your eyes.

“I hate you.” You muttered to him.

“Good to see you too, dear.” He grinned. “Now!” He spun round on his heel, before reaching into his pocket to reveal his TCE as he aimed it at the guards. “I hear you’ve been looking for me.”

“Just in time to join the party.” The President narrowed his eyes at the man. “I think I’ll let you watch, as your companion begs for mercy.” He growled. “And then I’ll kill you.” The Master pursed his lips, excitement filling his features.

“Oh, promises promises.” He almost slurred out. “Sounds rather… kinky.” He added, before winking at you, as you felt your cheeks begin to flush with warmth. “But unfortunately, we can’t stay. Very busy you see.” He paused. “And unluckily for you, that means I’m very trigger happy.” Without another word, he quickly shot the two guards, shrinking them to tiny dolls as he made his way to you, the President roaring in anger. “Miss me?” He asked you as you let out a breath.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this…” You shook your head. “But yes. Now get me out of this thing!” You exclaimed, as he quickly began to work on removing the device on your head, a small shock emitting through your mind as you gasped. “Thanks.” You said quietly, as he began to undo your ties.

“You will not escape!” The President exclaimed, as more guards began flooding into the room.

“Well, the thing about that is.” The Master smirked. “I already have.” A familiar noise began to whir into the room, as you smiled, realising the TARDIS was materialising around you. He rushed to the console, pressing buttons and pulling levers as you followed him, watching as he set the ship into flight. Suddenly, the ship shook, as you gripped onto the console for stability. You stared at him in confusion as he grinned.

“What do you think I was doing? I told you. You were the plan. A distraction.” He pulled another lever. “Gave me enough time to wire up a nice little bomb.” You shook your head at him in disbelief.

“You’re-“ You began as he cut you off.

“Devilishly handsome and smart beyond comprehension?”

“Insane!” You laughed as he found himself laughing with you.

This was what you could get used to. This version of him. The fun one. The one who you could rely on, laugh with, have adventures with… The more you travelled with him the more you began to like the alien. Whilst he had he moments, you couldn’t deny he carried a charm and an aura of wonder.

But underneath it all… he was a dangerous thing.

There's no end to the fall

You keep on getting better

There's no love in the end

I hope you will come

I keep on losing feathers, I keep forgetting

#Dhawan!master x reader #the master x reader #doctor who x reader #doctor who #Dhawan!master imagine #the master imagine #dr who #Doctor who reader insert #Dhawan!master x you #Dhawan!master

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lariskapargitay · 3 months

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Chapter Update

Filing in the gaps when the Doctor was prisoner. Yaz and the Master talk a bit

#doctor who #dw fic #the thirteenth doctor #thirteenth doctor #doctor x master #thoschei #best enemies #spydoc #Yaz x master if you squint #dhawan!master #background twissy #spymaster

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sacha-da-1 · 1 year

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GUYS!! I think we all completely misunderstood the Rasputin dance scene and so did the Doctor! The Master was performing a mating dance! 😂😂😂😂

#doctor who #doctor who spoilers #dw spoilers #tpotd spoilers #tpotd #the power of the doctor spoilers #the power of the doctor #suggestive humor #dhawan!master #rasputin!master #the master #sacha dhawan #thoschei #best enemies #doctor x master #spydoc #this is a joke but also kinda not #bc you know the master is the master

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how-masterful · 1 year

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Remastered

Dhawan!Master X Reader

The Power of The Doctor- Part Four

Summary: The world is about to end. Only Yaz stands in your way, and your personal score is destined to be settled. But the Master has no clue what he’s about to go through, no clue what toll a forced regeneration will take on the body- and he’s about to learn just what happens when the moment hasn’t been prepared for, and you don’t want to go...

Notes: Oh. My. God. I cannot believe this is the end. What a ride it’s been! This has to be the most effort i’ve put into one fic (excluding the whole of October of course!) I just wanted to say thankyou for all the support that has been shown to not only this fic but this series in general. Your comments mean the absolute world to me. I hope you enjoy this final chapter of the Power of the Doctor- I hope you all don’t mind an extended finale! Also, @plethora-of-imagines - I look forward to finding out exactly what the word count is over all these parts. To think I didn’t even do the TARDIS scene! Maybe one day, as a bonus feature. But who knows?

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, mentions of death

The Winter Palace was just as you’d left it, the TARDIS materialising in a whirlwind of machinery as she landed in the same spot she had before. An echoed thump danced across the tiled floor, the circular room still lined with the army of Cybermen and the dalek squadron, ready and waiting for the destruction of the planet.

The wooden doors to the TARDIS opened wide, creaking on their hinges as the Master stepped out, basking in the glory of his victory. He took prideful strides, his grey coat billowing behind him like a cape. His hand was intertwined with your own, your fingers laced together, a purposeful act of antagonisation towards Yaz.

He’d seen the twist of your intention. No longer was she a toy to be played with. She was a bug to be squashed. A pawn to be destroyed in the rampage of the queen as she passed across the chess board. And who was he to stand in the way of such beautiful revenge?

You could feel the adrenaline pumping itself through his veins, the energy simmering on the surface of his skin, the way his palm clenched tightly onto your own. This was it- everything the Master had ever worked towards. The Doctor was gone, the legions of metal at his command, and the world on the brink of extinction.

You felt the warmth of satisfaction linger across your mind. Everything was as it should be. Almost.

“Ah, my precious fam!” The Master called, the room silent beyond the distant crackle of the fireplace. “Thanks for staying put. I knew I could rely on you.”

Yaz scuttled out of the TARDIS behind the pair of you, and you instinctively wrapped your arm around the Master's waist. You certainly weren't above being petty, your eyes briefly glancing behind to see her scouting out the room, inspecting every threat. You supposed she knew she’d been beaten. All she had to do now to delay the inevitable was keep quiet.

“Is everything in position?” He called. A CyberMaster, likely a Cyberleader, spoke in a gravelled tone.

“Leader. Everything is ready to engage.”

The Master left your touch and gripped the collar of his coat, a reflex memory of his stolen body, and sighed in satisfaction.

“Perfect.” He hissed. He waited, the absence of movement causing him to glower suddenly. He clapped his hands together in anger, nose scrunching in annoyance.

“Come on then! Come on, people, what are we doing?!”

That was a memory of his own. Around him the room shifted, Cybermen lurching from their posts and ensuring the final checks were made, daleks shifting upon the tiles to finalise their plans with distant squadrons centuries away.

All Yaz could do was stare. Stare in horror. Stare in anticipation. Her heart was racing as if she herself held two within her chest, the frenzied commotion reflecting the chaos in her conviction. The holo-Doctor had helped with the plan. Vinder had lended a hand, placing himself in the precarious position of wielding the weapon, staying out of sight. If there was any chance of saving her Doctor from the clutches of the Master, she needed to believe in herself. She chanted her mantra in her head once more. She was certainly going to need it.

All the while, you’d found yourself drawn to the glass cage across the room. You stared up at the platform with a strange feeling in your gut. Inside was the old body of the Master, the Rasputin disguise slumped against the wall of the box, propped up by its own weight. It was eerie, like a waxwork in a museum, a sideshow attraction, as if it could come to life at any moment. You looked at the face of the figure, brown skin once vivid with life now pale with the pallor of death. His face was still, eyes open and unblinking. The brown of his iris had disappeared, replaced with a milky white hue. The body you’d learnt every curvature of, the form that you’d cemented deep into the core of your memory, abandoned like a forgotten toy. A part of you yearned to mourn.

You pushed your fingers against the glass, the surface of the box was ice cold. Likely as cold as he was. A sudden sensation of warmth spread across your middle, a pair of arms snaking around your waist and pulling your touch from the surface of the box.

The Master's head came to rest by your shoulder, and the pair of you stood in observance of the body. You could only wonder how he felt.

“It’s not me.” The Master said quietly. “Not anymore.”

“But it was.” You replied, shuffling closer to his embrace. “That was you. Living, breathing… you..”

The Master sighed, his head resting against your own.

“Feel my hand” He said, your fingers interlacing once more. You felt the heat of his touch, the movement of his bones beneath his skin. The life within him was tangible. He was still fizzing. Still cooking. But he was undoubtedly alive.

“I’m still here. I’m still alive, aren't I? But I’m the Doctor now. And you’re my companion.”

You smiled, looking down at the figure and inspecting its hands.

“We’ll rule the universe together, you and I. I’m so close to everything. I can see it all.”

“It’s still wearing your ring.” You said, staring down at the figure's ring finger. The Master pulled your own ring to his lips, kissing the stone and grinning.

“How about this,” He purred, his voice as low as when he’d made his announcement to the press.

“I’ll shrink the Earth's sun and mount it in a wedding band. And I'll marry you again as the Earth crumbles.”

Your contemplation turned into a definite smile, your eyes meeting his as he watched you with sinful admiration as you leaned into his touch.

“But now, darling,” The Master mused, lifting your chin with his thumb and finger, seduction practically oozing from his lips.

“It's time to kill…everyone.”

“Say it.” You whispered, inching closer to his chest, eyes burning with unfriendly fire.

“Say it, Master.”

“Say please.” He teased, a small whine emerging from your parted lips as he tightened his grip on your waist.

“Beg for your victory, Love.” He whispered in the shell of your ear, a smile creeping onto your lips.

“Please, Master. Say it for me.” You softly replied, moaning softly as his fingertips trailed up your spine.

The Master hummed in enjoyment at the sounds he was pulling from your throat, a small chuckle hidden within as he pulled your hands to his lips, placing a kiss to the back of each of them.

“Say it. Please.”

He knew the war for the universe was his to be won. His personal battle against the Doctor had finished in his victory, but the fight you were entertaining was still there in the room.

Turning to look at Yaz, the Master grinned deviously, a Cheshire cat smile that spread across his face and bore his teeth like a beast.

“Unleash the volcanoes.” He uttered.

Three words, said so softly. A rallying cry for war.

The Daleks phased out of sight, a metallic chant emerging from their casing as they initiated their part of the plan. All around the globe, centuries into the future, the dalek strongholds scorched into action. Their tectonic drills, towering structures of destruction, plunged into the earth in a killing blow. Around each volcano the earth began to stir, awakening from its dormant slumber, the foundations of the planet rumbling and trembling under such volcanic disturbance. The world's natural weapons were ready to fire, the infernal magma bubbling and soaring its way towards the mouth of the volcano, ready to rocket into the atmosphere and plunge the world into fiery damnation.

The Master could feel it all beneath his feet, all those years ago. The turn of the earth, the clouds of smoke surging into the skies, his name etched into each and every one of them. He was the Doctor. The Doctor of fear. The Doctor of death. The Doctor of victory.

The Master's hands pulled your own into his grasp, his feet moving in familiar rhythm as he began to waltz you once more to a silent melody, stepping in threes and letting his success seep into his bones. You allowed yourself to sigh happily, falling to the Master's guidance, eternally trusting him to hold you dear.

“A Goddess, like I promised.” He mused, your smile beaming as he spun you under the glow of the skylight, dipping you in the light of the moon.

“Where should we go first?” You asked. The Master brought you to his chest, your forehead resting against his own.

“I’m not sure, my dearest companion. Who else does the Doctor need to save?”

“You’re not the Doctor.” Yaz said from across the room, shattering the moment between the pair of you. Slowly, your heads turned to face her. She’d stepped away from the TARDIS, standing proudly. Her presence held a newfound confidence. Imbued with new life.

“You’ll never be the Doctor.”

The CyberMasters raised their arms in warning as you sighed heavily, breaking from the Master's clutches and slowly stepping towards her.

“What did I say about not being fun, Yaz?” You warned, narrowing your eyes. Yaz refused to flinch at your threat.

“It’s a shame. We could’ve been such good friends.”

Over your shoulder, the Master tutted, fisting his hands into his pockets and slowly closing the gap between himself and the other woman.

“On reflection, Yaz.” He started, head cocked to the side. “Three really is a crowd. And if i’m being honest-” The Master gestured to the circle of Cybermen surrounding you.

“They make much better companions than you ever did.”

“I think I'll keep her on my nightstand.” You teased, looking her up and down.

Yaz reached to grasp hold of her shoulder, the electricity within her skin buzzing. It was a gesture for comfort, the Doctor's presence almost tangible under her fingertips. She could do this. There was no turning back now.

“Oh yeah?” She challenged, staring the Master dead in the eyes.

“If they’re so much better than me… why didn’t they see her come in?”

Yaz prayed. She hoped, she wished, she pleaded with the universe for her plan to work. You furrowed your eyebrows, spinning around to follow where Yaz’s eyes were leading you. The Master followed, his eyes widening in confusion as the sound of footsteps clattered against the tiles. A figure turned the corner, confident strides and a powerful glare, a pair of yellow glasses perched on the edge of her nose.

“What’s going on?” You whispered, nervous at the small smile that had begun to spread across Yaz’s lips.

The Master stared, visibly confused at the new intruder. The woman stepped directly into the room, the CyberMasters encircling her as she reached a frill cuffed hand to the yellow glasses on her nose, snatching them away and placing them in her top pocket.

“Waltzing into my palace, who do you think you are?” The Master asked sharply. The figure stayed stone faced, unimpressed.

“I’m the Doctor, mate.” she replied. “The question is, who the hell do you think YOU are?”

The Master growled, narrowing his eyes at the Doctor.

“I’m the Doctor now.” He snarled, staring at the caped metal men surrounding her.

“Kill her.”

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at the Cybermen.

“Sure you want to do that, boys? Think it through-”

“FIRE!” The Master screamed.

The Cybermen launched into an obliteration, beams of energy jutting out the end of their blasters in a rapid rain of fire. You expected them to annihilate the intruder, send her body into smithereens. But each blast passed through the Doctor's body, her form glitching and shifting as the beams of blinding light shot straight through and collided with the Cybermen on the other side of the circle. You watched the scene in mesmerised horror, the Cybermen dropping to the floor with a grated groan, armour clattering against the ground. You turned around to look at Yaz, her eyes oozing with smug satisfaction. It was a look you’d sent her many times. Seeing it come from her wasn’t as enticing.

As each robot finally fell to the earth, the Doctor shrugged at the Master's shifting glance.

“So, just the genetic material in those tin soldiers, then? I get you hate the idea of anybody thinking long enough to question you- but maybe you should’ve sent the brains over too.”

You turned to face the Doctor, a harsh growl in the back of your throat.

“Next time, instead of showing off, maybe check for a hologram.”

The Doctor began to fizz once more, her shape jittering and adjusting from the firing squad. For a brief moment a second face crossed over her own- blonde hair, kind eyes, the visage of the Doctor you knew crossed over her own. You stepped back, eyes flickering between the hologram and the Master's shoulders, his whole body trembling with rage.

“Such a schoolboy error.” The Doctor taunted.

“But then again, you were never the brightest schoolboy when it came to street smarts, were you?”

You turned suddenly on your heels, storming towards Yaz with balled fists and gritted teeth.

“Was this you, huh?” You snarled. “All this?”

“Just keeping myself entertained.” She replied, smirking as you blinked in disbelief. She circled to your left, bumping her shoulder into your own as she stood next to the empty glass box.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, miss Khan.” The Master snapped, staring her down, daring her to budge.

“But I suggest you think very, very carefully about your next bright idea.”

“It's not me who needs to plan ahead.” Yaz replied, pointing towards the glass chamber.

“I’m not the one who was out-thought by the Doctor. Now… get into the machine.”

The Master laughed, a gloating chuckle as he swanned closer towards her face, leaning in with a sour snarl.

“Or you’ll what?”

You gasped at the cold sensation that pressed itself to the back of your neck. The round end of a blaster, pressing into your skin and sending a chill down your spine.

“Stay where you are.” The stranger said. You froze, letting out a small whine at the uncomfortable dig of the weapon against your person.

“Master…” You called weakly, every facade falling to the wayside as you called over to your husband. The Master raised an eyebrow- you’d been more than willing to play the game all day- why would you stop now, at the time he needed it most? The Master turned to look at you, the dash of weakness in your tone another curious itch he needed to scratch. It was then he saw the stranger pressing the blaster against the top of your spine, his aim clear and steady.

If the Master was angry before, now he was positively furious.

“Another friend of yours, Yaz?” The Master asked cautiously, sending the woman a glaring side eye.

“I’m not liking your new penchant for surprises.”

“You heard her.” Vinder said, pushing the blaster deeper into your skin.

“Move. Quickly.”

“It’s rude to point those things at people you hardly know.” You said, trying to observe your assailant through the corner of your eye. The Master stepped forward and the blaster cocked, making you gasp and stopping the Master in his tracks.

“I thought I could feel someone watching me earlier.” Your voice held a slight tremor.

“It was you, wasn’t it? Hiding in there, waiting.”

“A stowaway?” The Master purred. “In my TARDIS?”

“It’s not your TARDIS.” Vinder replied sharply. You shifted your shoulders, itching to adjust the crick in your neck.

“I hope this isn’t personal.” You argued. Vinder shrugged.

“Closest target. Easiest way to make sure we got what we wanted.”

The Master scoffed, inching closer.

“You think you can manipulate me like that? You’re one of the Doctor's friends. I know you won't shoot her.”

“You’re right.”

With a quick shove, Vinder sent you flying sideways, leaving the blaster aimed perfectly at the Master's shoulder. The trigger was pulled with a definite squeeze, your body crashing into the ground as the blast collided with the Master's shoulder. The timelord let out an agonised cry, flying backwards onto the floor and clutching his sizzling shoulder, a small stream of smoke travelling into the air from the singed wound.

“No!” You called, slightly dazed as you rushed to the Masters side. Vinder cocked the blaster once more, aiming it at the two of you as you lay amongst the fallen CyberMasters.

“I’m freelance.” Vinder said, the Master grunting in pain.

“Yaz, are you gonna let him do this to me?”

The Master asked, scratching at the wound he knew was still sore.

“Are you going to let him hurt your Doctor? Your friend?”

“You’re not my friends!” Yaz shouted, disgust in her voice.

“You’re egotistical, selfish, and cruel. You think you can steal a body, throw on a stupid costume and pretend you’re the Doctor and her friends? The Doctor- MY Doctor, is so much more than that. I’M so much more than that. My Doctor's greatest strength is that she just can't stop making friends- she touches so many lives, she can't help it. She inspires hope, she inspires us to be the best we can. And you- We dont walk around trying to destroy the universe. We travel because we want to see the stars, not control them. The Doctor chooses us because she knows we can be so much more. And because of her, we are. The Doctor, MY Doctor, is loved. So very loved. Not because we’re sycophants, but because she teaches us to never give up- even if somebody tries to take everything you are away from you.”

You stared up at Yaz, breathless and stunned. She was towering over you, staring down with an unwavering glower that spoke of zero forgiveness. As you lay there, surrounded by fallen footmen, the sinking feeling in your gut dared to face the facts. You’d lost. The Master had lost. Even without her being here, the Doctor had beaten you both once again.

Behind your head, the resting Cybermen suddenly began to shake. The insides of their armour began to glow with an unearthly gold, the metal men whirring and vibrating violently as they began to heal and repair. The hologram Doctor above you shifted, barking out orders over the chaos. It was deafening, the regenerative hum and the commotion of the traitors, those conspirators. The ones that had tried to best you once again.

The Master was ripped from your arms by Yaz, the timelord stumbling backwards into the glass box. You screamed, lurching forwards to catch him, when the strong arm of Vinder encircled your body, yanking you away from the door. You fought his hold, kicking and screaming, the Master's fists pounding so violently against the glass that blood began to smear down the side of the chamber. Yaz was quick, aiming the sonic at the CyberMasters and sending the regeneration energy soaring into the heart of the machine.

You watched in abject terror, the Masters hands begining to glow as the same lightning struck the chamber once again. It was like Frankenstein, the energy shocking the creature into life as he violently convulsed and shrieked in pain. You were blinded by desperation, Yaz’s throat tight with hope as you fought against Vinders restraint. Abandoning all dignity, you bit down hard on the back of his hand, your teeth sinking into the gunman's flesh. He yelped in shock, yanking away his grasp and giving you a single window to escape.

You jolted forwards, hand outstretched, when the engine of the machine began to spark and burst with metallic destruction. You could see the Master fighting for survival in his cage, the Doctor's face morphing and twisting upon his features, her pained cry ripping through the Master's agonised roar. Upon contact with the machine you felt a dangerous spark, the energy sending you flying backwards to the ground. Everything began to face from view, a black cloud crossing over your vision as your head lolled back against the other glass chamber, a throbbing pain in your skull. The last thing you could recall was the machine burning itself out of use, and the Master's old body taking a desperate, ragged breath.

A distant sound of scrabbling feet later woke you from your sudden slumber, your eyes blinking open as the glass door of the chamber shattered into nothing. You dragged yourself to sit up, shaking the exhaustion from your body, the throbbing pain at the back of your head still remaining. You were battered, bruised, and royally beaten. The Doctor, Yaz and Vinder were nowhere to be seen, the corpses of the Cyber squadron laying dead upon the floor. Yaz must have stolen whatever regeneration energy they had left within them to restore the Doctor. As angry as you were, you had to hand it to her. The girl was definitely worthy of travelling with the Doctor.

“Gah!” The Master gasped loudly, picking himself up from the floor and fighting his way to stand.

You shifted your weight, stumbling your way to stand, hand resting on the side of the chamber as you fought a sudden burst of vertigo. The Master almost tripped over his own feet, battling the minefield of Cyber bodies, and you rushed over as fast as you could to help him stand.

“Master!” You called, catching him by the elbow.

You helped him stand, the pair of you fighting to reach the door, the Master's eyes now returned to their deep brown- but now burning with a manic, familiar anger.

“We need to get back… to the TARDIS.” You panted. The Master growled, in a more fatigued state.

“Never doubt… my planning.” He hissed, reaching into the breast pocket of his garb and clutching hold of the TCE.

“Ever…” He finished, before activating the golden device under his fingertips.

The world around you melted into a haze of purple, the Winter Palace disappearing into the mist as you found your footing upon the grated floor of the TARDIS. The room was engulfed in a blinding smoke, the smog pooling out from the centre of the machine, rising from the centre of the planet itself. The Master fell limp within your clutches, the Timelords knees buckling under his own weight. He let out a pained howl as the teleportation energy dissipated away, clutching his side in agony. It was as if he was clawing at the edges of his very being, pulling himself together, desperate to not let himself come undone at the final hurdle.

You grasped at his coat beneath his shoulders, guiding him down to the floor as he grunted with gritted teeth. His body hadn’t settled yet. His soul hadn’t made itself at home. And he was in no state to be fighting like this.

“Master, please.” You begged, the Master shuffling to fight your hands.

“Please, you’re hurting yourself-”

“No, no!” He roared. He batted away your touch with a trembling hand, his body swaying and stumbling as he fought against his own gravitational pull.

“Have to, need to-”

“Master, don’t, please.”

The timelord was lurching towards the front doors, shaking fingers reaching out for purpose, his determination too strong to be undone. With his spare hand he’d begun to pry your hands off of his jacket, digging his nails into your skin.

“Stay… here… I need… to go!” He hissed. All you could do was let go.

Once free of your grasp, the Master trundled forwards, panting and clawing against the floor as he fought to reach the outside world. The ground beneath the TARDIS was shaking, the whole planet beginning to fall to ruin at the hands of the Quarunx. At the hands of the Doctor.

His hands clumsily found the handle, and soon the door was open wide. The Master pawed at the blue painted door, tumbling forwards out of the TARDIS and on to the dying planet. His fingers were lacerated by the rocky floor, his body unable to stand any longer, all his strength now gone.

“Doctor!” The Master called, his voice agonised and desperate.

The Doctor turned over her shoulder, her face steeled with resolve. But something about her was almost apologetic. Something in her eyes was pitying the Master. His rage burned deep within at her mercy. But he needed it. You needed it.

“You lost.” She called across the no man's land, standing tall against the wind, her feet steady on the crumbling ground.

“You gambled, with everything you had, and you lost. And now your body’s failing after what you’ve done.”

The Master glowered, his hands buzzing with agony as the rocks cut deep into his skin.

“Maybe-”

“There’s still time.” She said, much louder. You watched the exchange on the monitor, your pulse racing and breathing shallow.

“After everything, you can come with me. There’s space for you and Y/N in my TARDIS.”

“No.” He hissed. Part of you yearned to agree, vengeance the heat in your blood. But another part of you knew time was running out. She’d already bested the pair of you, as much as the Master continued to deny it. Maybe she was your only way out.

“You two can come with me. You’ll pay for what you did, but you’ll live.”

“Servitude.” The Master groaned, his body weakening by the second.

“Never.”

“At least you’ll both survive. I’m giving you a chance, I’m doing what you couldn’t do.”

The Master's eyes turned rabid, his teeth bared and mouth spitting against the dying earth.

“Doctor.” He hissed, the word making him grimace.

“If I can’t be you…” He threatened, lifting the TCE into the air and aiming it at the Quarunx.

“Neither can you.”

Zap. With a bolt of light, the escaping Quarunx attempted to dodge the Master's attack. The being shifted to the side, spinning madly out of control as it yanked against its chains, its energy beam hitting everything in its path. Including the Doctor herself.

Caught within the beam, the Doctor was knocked from her feet. The timelady flew through the air, the energy absorbing into every part of her, the wind knocked from her lungs. She collided hard with the earth, rolling across the barren planet, her bones aching and hearts thumping in her chest. She lay there, in the dust, her eyelids fluttering shut as the pain hummed within her very being. The Master slumped down, the fight in his body lost. The two Gallifreyans both cold and dying on the planet that shouldn't exist.

“No!” You cried, running towards the door of the TARDIS and racing out onto the planet. The earth had split, cracks spitting out debris and smoke and the world split itself apart. The Quarunx fought its chains, its beam shooting wildly and raging havoc across the landscape. But you didn’t care. You had to save the Master.

You braved the wasteland, storming out into the chaos, your body weak and tortured. He lay among the building rubble, his chest weakly heaving as his face fell morbidly still. You crouched down, hands clawing at his back and holding the back of his head, cradling the renegade timelord in your arms.

You looked up towards the Doctor's body to find Yaz had braved the same fate. You met eyes, her own arms pulling the Doctor's dying form from the earth, cradling her to her chest. At that moment, everything seemed to fade. The history between you melted, the danger and villainy disappearing into the back of your mind. As you looked upon one another, you and Yaz were one in the same:

Two Earth girls, that craved so much more, and fell in love with the Timelords that fell from the sky. Now you were holding them as corpses. Mutually assured destruction. You held the aliens you loved, their bodies beaten and dying, and you felt the weight of your sins heavy upon your head. A tear streamed down your cheek, your throat raw and dry, but as the world tumbled around you, you knew what you had to do.

“I’m sorry.”

You called across the no man's land, gasping for air among the dust. Yaz simply nodded in reply. It was no agreement, no acceptance, no forgiveness. She didn’t owe you a single moment of that. But it was human. And so was she. So she did just what the Doctor would do. She showed you kindness. Gave you mercy. She left without a word, the Doctor held in her arms, the TARDIS door shutting behind her.

You turned your attention to the Master as you carried him back into the TARDIS, dragging him through the dirt and laying him down upon the shaking floor. There was no way the TARDIS could fly, this ship was wired into the planet itself- even then, this was a type way beyond the one you knew how to fly. You were stuck. All you could rely on was the Master. You began compressions on each side of his chest, fat tears rolling down your dust covered cheeks as you tried to breathe life into his lungs.

“Please, please, please!” You sobbed, the planet's demise drawing nearer and nearer.

“Please, Master, you’re fine! You’re fine! Come back, please, come back to me-”

You pushed harder, pinching his nose and passing breath between his lips.

“Master, please.” You cried, tears soaking into his skin.

“Please don’t leave me.”

The Master was falling. Spiralling, tumbling, crashing down to the abyss, the universe spinning around him in a never ending tunnel. His hands reached towards the heavens, his fingers grappling to grip onto anything tangible, anything to stop his fall, his nails clawing at the very air rushing past his ears. He was falling awfully fast, the light at the top of the tunnel shrinking. First it was a gaping hole, then a shrinking gap, then a small spot, then a tiny blip. The white was fading, the tunnel endless. If only he could find something to hold onto.

Soon, the black became speckled with stars, small twinkles against the velvet nothingness. They were all around him, prickling at the darkness and manifesting in lines and shapes. He was still falling, yet the images seemed to somehow draw nearer, as if they were following him down the rabbit hole he was plummeting down the centre of. He reached out, trying to grasp hold of one of the stars, one of the twinkles of hope for escape, and the light seemed to reach back towards him. The freckles in the abyss were taking the shape of a hand, its fingers spindly and frail, unspooling themselves from their clusters and reaching towards the Master.

He stretched to grasp purchase, michelangelo's adam, and his fingers met with the stars. The world around him exploded into technicolor. The Master began to scream.

All around him, the black began to burst with colour, the golden lightning lashing to reach and touch him, claim him, pull him down further. He was Alice in the rabbit hole, a TARDIS flying through the time vortex, the universe encircling him and pulling him down the tunnel. Images were floating in the rivers of the walls, the stars prickling pictures of memories snatched from his mind. Victories, losses, pleasures, vices- the Master's life was etched into the walls of the giant tunnel, and he was Still. Falling. Down.

Soon, the walls began to close in, the Master ricocheting off of the images etched into the pulsating edges. Books flew from shelves in secluded libraries, vials fell from test tube racks, electricity sparked inches from his nose. The pounding drums echoed through the walls of the tunnel, the Masters flailing hands reaching to cover his ears as he tumbled down, down, down. He was spinning, flailing, reaching for anything to slow him down, when he suddenly saw a break in the abyss below. A barren wasteland, dying grass and floating debris, and he knew he was going to collide. The fall was about to break every bone in his body, his disguised form crumpling into a mass of hair of leather boots, bruised hands and dirty tears. He braced himself, ready to feel the crunch. And everything suddenly went still.

The Master blinked, vision hazy, eyelashes splintering the world. Everything was a purple haze, blackcurrant and wine, sangria and plum. The timelord looked down, patting down his chest, his body somehow unbroken. He was once again in his seismologist suit, Rasputin nowhere to be found, yet he found his clothes to be entirely black, as if the abyss had been injected into the fabric itself. He clasped at his chin, no beard to be seen, his curls hanging close to his eye. He was relatively himself again. Whatever being the Master truly meant.

He spared a thought to his surroundings. The world was twilight, the dust that brushed against the night sky glittering, just as it had in the tunnel. Mountain ranges lined the edge of the world, the moon fat and hiding behind the distant summit, the cracked ground glistening with sweat and dying against the dark. The only monument that stood in the barren nothingness was a telephone pole, its wires stretching into the skies, linking to the edges of nowhere.

Beneath it, the Master saw a figure, standing and inspecting the distance, hands clasped behind their back. A long cloak hung over their shoulders, trailing upon the barren ground, their head held high to the stars that decorated the distant sky. A violent wave of nostalgia washed over the Master's shoulders. He knew exactly who was standing there.

“A forced regeneration.” The stranger mused, a chuckle in his tone. “We really have become rather inventive, haven’t we?”

The familiar stranger turned to face the Master, his hair slicked back, beard neatly trimmed. Two white streaks trailed down his lip corners like fangs, his gaze piercing, as if staring right through the Master's head. The Master knew this face very well, as if staring at a mirror from the past. This was another him, an earlier Master. The first face to touch the soil of earth, the first face to plunge head first into earthly domination.

“I would say it was rather clever.”

“Then why don’t you?”

The older Master smiled, his eyes gesturing to the barren world.

“Because it brought you here, did it not?”

The Master shuffled awkwardly, itching at the back of his neck and scowling.

“Here? Where’s here?”

“It was a rather brilliant scheme.” A voice said from behind, and the Master spun around.

Standing behind him, or rather looming, was another image of himself. Tall and cunning, this version bore a similar velvet cloak, golden specks shimming within the material. His voice held a permanent purr, his eyes that of a natural predator. This was the Master that had faced the Cheetah planet.

“If only we hadn’t been so self destructive, as usual.”

“Wait, shut up, hold on-” The Master snapped, clenching his fists beside his face and scrunching his nose in thought.

“Answer my question. Where am I? Why am I here?”

“Because, idiot, you’re regenerating.” A voice called.

The Master turned once more to see a figure lounging upon the rock sat next to the telephone pole, his silver hair shimmering in the dark, akin to the salt and pepper in his beard. Mr Saxon, as the Master had so chosen at the time. He had to start giving these selves nicknames, to make it all less confusing. Numbers were the Doctor's thing.

“It's your turn to shove off and let the next one turn up.”

“What?” The Master asked, and a silence fell upon the wasteland.

“No, no, I can’t be.” He whispered, looking down at his hands, inspecting every inch.

“I can’t be. I just got my body back-”

“Yeah.” Saxon said, smirking to himself.

“And our wife is currently giving us some rather desperate CPR.”

The Master gasped, possibly circling through every inch of his skull.

“We’re still on the Cyber planet. No, no she doesn’t have the transporter-”

The Master turned to run, but caught himself as soon as he looked down at his feet. Below him was a gaping gorge, a towering cliff face that seemed to endlessly plummet down for miles. He recoiled back, catching his breath as his feet kicked up dried dirt and rocks.

“I wouldn’t go down that way, dearie.” A female voice sang.

Missy. She was sitting at an ornate table, reclining in a garden chair and sipping from a china teacup, her dress decorated with dazzling jewels, her cloak more of a short Victorian cape. There always had to be one that was different, but missy always was a trendsetter. He was sure if the American was here he’d likely still be wearing those stupid sunglasses. No idea why he thought those were cool.

“One little fall off that cliff, and you’re never going back to the body.”

“But we need him to. We can’t waste any more time.” An older voice spoke. The face that had seen the Time War, the kindly old professor.

“We need him to cross over, the next one needs to arrive if we want to survive-”

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” The Master roared, gesturing to the congregation of ghosts.

“I’m not going anywhere until I know what the hell is going on here!”

The first Master nodded, raising his chin cordially.

“Every regeneration is a journey. A passing of the torch, symbolically. This is the place all of us pass through when we die. The edge of existence.”

“Our existences still leave traces.” Yana continued. “Fragments that can manifest themselves into vestiges of former lives when the process is disrupted.”

“Like when stubborn assholes refuse to pass over. Anything goes wrong, we come to fix it. You’ll end up here too if you stop stalling.”

The Master scoffed. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh, but you must!” The Cheetah planet Master said pressingly.

“Everybody must pass over when it's time.”

“I certainly remember not doing that the last time I ran out of time.” The Master argued.

“No, wait, in fact I remember doing it TWICE. Remember Bruce? Three if you count round face and his skeleton superpowers.”

“My face is not round!”

“Tell me, do they keep you well fed in the afterlife or are you still starving?”

“I swear-”

“BOYS!” Missy snapped, and silence fell once more.

“Listen, poppet, I know what it’s like more than anyone. I remember when I arrived here, knowing you were about to appear in my corset. Of course, I didn’t fall like others, merely passing over with the graceful aid of a sonic umbrella. But now is your time, I'm afraid.”

The Master sighed, staring at the floor and letting his eyes shut. He needed to think. He needed to comprehend what was going on around him beyond the edge. You were in danger, with no way out. He couldn’t leave you with a newly regenerated face, all disoriented and confused. You’d both end up dead. He had ways of going on. But you were only human.

“The last thing I want to do is end up in a shitty robe and argue with you lot for eternity.” The Master said, looking up at the sky. The universe was shifting and turning like a scrolling picture show, galaxies pooling and swirling in the sky.

“I need to get back. I want to go back.”

“That’s not how it works, dear boy-”

“I don’t care! I’m not crossing over, i’m not going-”

The Master began to walk away, charging towards the distant horizon, when Saxon stood in his path. The Master growled, clenching his fists.

“Get. Out. Of my way.”

“Quite the predicament, isn’t it? You don’t want to go, but we need you to stay.”

“We even have a few new bodies in mind.” The Cheetah planet purred.

“We’re certain we’ll enjoy them.” Yana hummed. “Strong and handsome, square chinned and charming. Quite a nice height we’ve had of late, we thought we’d keep it.”

“Or, perhaps another woman.” Missy suggested.

“Tall, elegant, rather well spoken. All options we’re working on. Join us and maybe you can choose the hair colour.”

The Master huffed.

“Well, you can keep working on them. I’m not regenerating. It’s still my turn.”

Barging past Saxons shoulder, the Master began to charge forward. A hand grasped hold of his jacket sleeve, wrapping their fingers around his wrist. The Master from the cheetah planet was holding him tightly, a stern look upon his features.

“It was all of our turns once. We all have our end.”

The Master sneered, smiling up at his predecessor with devious glee.

“But I’m indestructible.” He mocked. “The whole universe knows that.”

The Cheetah Master glowered, his grip on the Master's arm tightening as the Time Lord tried to pull away. One by one the other Masters grabbed hold, the fragments of memory sinking their claws into him. They were dragging him backwards, pulling him to the edge, their hold yanking him down to the ground as their fingers latched on to his form. His fingernails dug into the dry earth, his whole body fighting the pull as they desperately attempted to drag him over the edge. First his feet, then his legs, then his waist, the parts of the Master's body and mind were being dragged over the cliff edge, his former faces twisting and morphing into monstrous visions. Brittle and haggard, each face was like a dying phantom, baring exposed teeth and bulged eyes, claws sinking into his flesh. He was down to his chest, his arms the only thing latching onto the top of the cliff, his feet kicking into the air with nothing to land on.

He growled in effort, fighting his past, when the distant sound of sobbing bled through the air. Tears were carried upon the wind, sorrowful cries like birdsong in the night.

It was your voice, calling to him, his reality seeping into his delirium. The Master had to survive if you were to also. He was your only hope now. And you were his.

His determination imbued his form with a sudden, powerful strength. Pulling himself up over the cliff edge, shaking the mangled echoes of his past, the Master made a mad dash to the horizon. He was never a good sprinter, but he was the horizon watcher. That was the nickname he’d chosen for O- when he was brought back to you. The Master ran as fast as his imaginary legs could carry him, storming towards the fat moon in the sky. The air around his head began to buzz, like he was pushing through a thick wall of matter, the stars circling around in their speckled formations, returning to the hand of God. He had to reach it, had to connect, the hand unspooling towards him once again. He reached as high as he could, until he could reach no further, and the freckled stars of the universe connected with his fingertips.

Michelangelo's Adam. The kiss of life. The Master was going home.

The Master's body lurched upwards, the breath returning to his lungs, his eyes bursting open like a man returning from the grave. His mouth was filled with dust, his face soaked with your tears, his chest aching from the weight of your dual compressions. You recoiled back, gasping in shock, before throwing your arms around his shoulders and sobbing hard into his neck.

“Master.” You cried, clinging on tight. “Oh my god, you’re alive-”

“Oh, love.” He whispered, clutching you close to his body.

“Master, we need to go.” You sniffled, the TARDIS rocking violently around you. The Master fumbled into his pocket, his fingers grasping hold of a round device that he attached to the TCE. The small box gave a hiss, the disk locking into place, the panels on the side lighting up with newfound power.

“Stolen… Timelord… technology.” He panted, grinning as best he could. You laughed quietly, holding on tight as he activated the device. In a burst of light the two of you disappeared from the crumbling TARDIS, leaving a planet of destruction in your wake, both still very much alive.

As you found yourselves scattered amongst the speckles of stars, the Quarunx ripped itself from its chains. The creature shot into the heavens, the planet finally splitting open, the belly of the beast exposed to the vacuum of space and time as the chunks of planet ripped themselves apart and floated into the nothingness.

The Quarunx fled into the stars, escaping into the vast universe. Free of its shackles. Free of what it was before. Like everybody who escaped from the planet that day, searching for its comfort. Searching for the future. Searching for home.

Wherever, or whoever, that was.

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