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Look To The Future Now

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - After going to a Christmas party, The Reader drops off a present for The Master for Christmas and The Master returns the kindness.

Based On This Request - 

Warnings - The Master being drunk and lonely/self-deprecating/depressed, breaking into the reader’s apartment, some suggestive themes, some references to canon. This is a canon-divergent fic - The Power of The Doctor happened, but The Doctor didn’t regenerate and the reader and Yaz still travel with her.

Word Count - 3308

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! I got emotional writing this Christmas fic, too! I hope that you enjoy this and have an amazing Christmas!

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Graham and Ryan were hosting the annual Christmas party this year. Before they decided to leave, you and the rest of your friends would have a little party in the TARDIS for the holidays before briefly returning to Earth to celebrate with your families and your friends. Graham extended this tradition to the group he started: the support group for previous companions of The Doctor.

The lot of you were cramped in Graham and Ryan’s home. Some companions didn’t join the party upon hearing that The Doctor would be there, though. They meant no ill will by it; they just weren’t ready to see their old alien friend again after so much time apart. Most of those who chose not to attend, in fact, bought The Doctor little trinkets and presents with notes containing apologies for their absences that Graham passed along to The Doctor. 

Other than a few mentions of past trauma, everyone had a wonderful time at the party. There was delicious food, party games, and general kindness in the air. 

You, however, weren’t having the best time. The festivities were happy and loving, but the number of people in attendance was draining. It was exciting to be with your new friends at the beginning of the party, but now you felt sluggish. All you wanted was to go home and sleep, but there was one stop you had to make before the night was over.

You had a gift prepared for The Master. And, obviously, you couldn’t just ask The Doctor to take you to The Master so you could give him a Christmas present. She would suspect you of being a spy if you did that. So you had to go through tons of shenanigans in order to get his present to him.

The Doctor dropped you off at your apartment and said her goodbyes and happy Christmases and planned for when she would pick you up again before leaving to drop some other people off at their homes. Once you knew that The Doctor was gone and not returning, you retrieved The Master’s gift and walked back out into the cold in order to enact your plan.

You had always been close to The Master since he was first introduced to you as O. You were a new companion to The Doctor at the time and The Master, or O rather, comforted you throughout the adventure and your dealings with the Kasaavin. Even after he revealed himself as The Master, he tried to be as comforting to you as possible, as possible as Time Lord can be when he knew that he was going to crash a plane.

You had O’s number from that adventure and when The Doctor went missing after everything that happened on Gallifrey you took a chance and texted The Master. Basically, you poured your heart out to him. You were so overwhelmed by everything that you had witnessed and been through and you didn’t know how to handle your life now that so much had changed. Graham and Ryan were supportive, but they didn’t understand what you were feeling, and like you, Yaz was breaking down over the loss of The Doctor. 

It took a couple of days, but The Master responded. He said every word, every phrase, every feeling you needed to hear, and more. He would text you to make sure you were doing okay, and he would ask if you needed his help, even though he was trying to keep a low profile at the moment. When the two of you were free, The Master and you would call each other and talk about everything on your minds. He was the biggest support you had during that time in your life and part of you sensed that he felt the same way about you.

Eventually, the two of you meet up in person. Because you were aligned with The Doctor, even though you had a soft spot for The Master, you were weary of The Master’s motives. So you requested to meet up in a public place. 

There was a little canal that ran through a cosy marketplace in your town. Oftentimes, people would go to the cafe or the bakery and then feed the ducks by the canal. You asked The Master to meet you at the canal and when you arrived, The Master was already sitting on a bench wrapped in Christmas lights feeding the ducks. You had bought The Master some hot chocolate from the cafe and some double chocolate muffins which he devoured; you worried if he was actually taking care of himself, but you were too scared to ask him that at the time. 

Meeting on the little bench, permanently wrapped in Chritsmas lights, by the duck-filled canal became your routine meeting spot with The Master. So, it was the only logical location, in your mind, to leave The Master’s gift.

Finally, after walking a long way from your flat, you made it to the bench. It was very cold and dark out. The Christmas lights everywhere did make everything seem warmer, but every once in a while, the bitter wind would cut through many layers and make you wince. 

You placed The Master’s present under the bench and placed a homing beacon on it. You had gotten the beacon from The Master. You were only supposed to use it in emergency circumstances only, but you made a telepathic wish to The Master’s TARDIS to take the beacon lightheartedly. Lastly, you left a thermos of hot chocolate and a small lunchbox filled with double chocolate muffins by the present. You made those instead of getting them from the cafe and the bakery by the canal so they would be fresher when The Master received them. If he received them. Your versions of the sweet treats probably weren’t as good in comparison, but you tried your best and you hoped that The Master would appreciate the sentiment. Now, you could return to your home and sleep. 

After travelling back to your flat you walked in and sleepily fumbled out of your party clothes and into your sleep clothes. You kept the majority of your lights off, but you turned on your Christmas lights so you weren’t stumbling around in complete darkness. Sooner rather than later, you completely passed out under your many blankets that you had dragged onto your couch.

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The Master stumbled out of his TARDIS into the bitter cold wind of December. He was a bit tipsy and very upset. He wasn’t ignorant of The Doctor’s affinity for this time of the year and instead of trying to destroy the planet Earth, he chose to torture himself. He followed The Doctor and you on your adventures throughout the day. He was mainly just doing it to make fun of all the weird Humany Christmas stuff that you and The Extended Fam were getting up to, along with peering at your beauty, but then the two of you went to the party. That’s when The Master started drinking. Everyone looked so happy to be there partying on Christmas. And he was all alone and miserable.

The Master pouted away from stalking you and The Doctor’s companions when The Doctor and Yaz got caught under the mistletoe together. They bumbled around the encounter which made The Doctor roll his eyes in annoyance.

The Master certainly wasn’t jealous of The Doctor at that moment. He just wanted to be included in something like this, even though he hated holiday celebrations like that. He could have gotten stuck under the mistletoe with you if he had been invited. He would have liked that. Especially the part where he would get to see your shocked face upon realising the situation you were in. And kissing you, of course. Kissing you would obviously be the best part of that holiday ritual.

The Master was planning on going to some random planet and killing or taking over something in order to distress from witnessing you having fun without you. But then his TARDIS beeped rapidly and piloted him back to Earth.

“No! No. Listen to me, I am your Master, and you will obey me! We are not going back to Earth. What is up with you?” The Master drunkenly rambled as he tried to take back control of his ship. 

The staggered through the semi-crowded streets of equally lonely drunk people until he got a ping on his TCE. It was a message from The TARDIS directing him into the middle of your town. He followed the directions that his TARDIS gave him until he stood in front of the bench he would always sit at until you arrived to join him with hot chocolate and muffins. The Master looked around, but you were nowhere to be seen. So why would his TARDIS lead him here?

“Why are you bringing me here? Y/n’s not here. What the point of making go to Earth when Y/n isn’t even present?!” The Master telepathically yelled at his ship while dramatically, and drunkenly, looked around to see if you were hiding somewhere.

“Look under the bench, Master.” If The TARDIS had eyes, she would have rolled them dramatically at his antics.

“Don’t take that tone with me! I don’t believe in Human Christmas, but there is no need for you to be so glib on a day like today.” 

Despite his pouty attitude, The Master did as he was told and looked under the bench. To his surprise, he found a neat-looking present with a thermos and a lunchbox beside it. He turned off the homing beacon before briefly inspecting what was before him. The present was a decently sized box in purple wrapping paper with a bronze-coloured ribbon tied around it. There was also a little tag attached with ‘The Master’ written on it in your handwriting. Have you gotten him a present? Impossible! You wouldn’t have done that for him. This must be a cruel trick by The Doctor or one of The Master’s enemies. This definitely wasn’t your kindness.

Despite his scepticism, The Master took the presents that were apparently his. He carefully tucked the present under his arm, while delicately carrying the thermos and lunchbox in his hands, and headed back to his ship in order to examine the present more thoroughly. 

The Master, impatiently, chose to investigate the present by the console instead of walking all the way to his study. He was tired and sad and believed that this was just a cruel joke that he wanted to get over with as soon as possible.

The Master opened the thermos first. He smelled the liquid inside expecting it to smell like poison, but it smelled like the hot chocolate you made for him that one time the two of you got rained out and had to rush to your apartment in order to simulate the routine the two of you had built together. He then opened the lunchbox and saw muffins similar to the ones that you always bought him. The Master was beginning to believe that this was actually a present from you, but for both his physical and emotional safety he couldn’t be positive until he ran some tests.

The Master talked absentmindedly while doing some exams over the box and the food and drink. The TARDIS beeped impatiently. She believed him to be ridiculous and just wanted him to properly enjoy all of the work and care you put into this gift. The Master sensed her annoyance.

“What? Do you want this probable bomb to explode and kill us both?”

“It’s just a present, Master! It’s from Y/n. There is no need to act like this.”

The Master sighed. Part of him wanted this to all be a trick. He had grown used to people hating him, using him, betraying him. It would make sense for you to do the same. He didn’t know how to be good for you. He didn’t know how to be who you needed. If all of this was a trick, then he wouldn’t have to face his fears of being an inferior potential partner to you.

“Are you positive?” The Master asked vulnerably.

“Y/n wouldn’t trick you. Y/n would never do something like that to you, Master. You know that.” The TARDIS beeped reassuringly.

The Master sighed again, but, finally, he opened your gift.

Inside was a vinyl record, Nightflight to Venus by Boney M., and a Russian doll painted to look like him in his Rasputin costume. The Master moved from the console to one of his sofas to get a better look at the gifts while enjoying the treats you made for him. The Master then opened up the record in order to play the album and when he looked at the songbook, he saw that you had written a little note around on the page dedicated to the song “Rasputin.”

‘I should be really upset about everything that happened that day, but you look surprisingly amazing in that costume, and I was completely mesmerised by your dancing! :)’

The Master smirked then picked up the Russian doll to see if you had hidden any other sweet notes inside. He separated that body and saw that the next doll looked like him in his seismology professor outfit with, as he expected, a little note in between the layers.

‘I need you to one day explain what Ace meant by “when I last saw you, you used to be half cat” comment.’

The Master laughed at that note. He didn’t think that you were ready for that conversation yet. The next layer of the Russian doll was painted to look like The Master in his purple outfit that he wore on Gallifrey. This note was much more sentimental.

‘I will never be able to understand the full history between you and The Doctor, but I hope that you understand that I am here for you if you ever need someone to talk to or just be with.’

The Master took a deep breath before removing that layer and moving on to the next which looked like the outfit he wore when he was captured by the Kasaavin.

‘I am so sorry that you had to spend seventy-seven years alone.’

Again, The Master paused before continuing. He enjoyed both the flirty and the caring moments he got to experience with you, but sometimes the kinder moments startled him. He wasn’t used to that sort of attitude being directed his way, even though he loved knowing that you felt this way toward him. 

The penultimate layer was painted to look like him in the tux he wore to Barton’s party during your first adventure together.

‘You looked amazing in that tux! You should wear stuff like that more often.’

Again, The Master chuckled at your note. But he assumed that you wrote something more sentiment for the next layer and he tried to prepare himself. 

The final layer was him in the outfit he wore as O when the two of you first met. And he was right about the sentimentality of your note.

‘Sometimes I wish that we had met under different circumstances. Not in a bad way, but sometimes I worry that The Doctor’s perception of you clouded my early image of you. I’m sorry about that, Master.’

The Master upon first look thought that the final doll was solid wood, but after turning it around in his fingers in thought over your notes he noticed that it opened as well. Inside, there was a full letter from you, not just a little note.

Master,

I didn’t really know whether to be funny or cute with the comments and notes, so I just kinda did both. But I want you to know that I do care about you. I really do. 

It is really difficult to still be friends with The Extended Fam and The Doctor while also being interested in you, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I care about you and don’t care about what they have to say. 

Sometimes I wish that they would just try to understand you, but I’m afraid that they won’t. I’ll be here, though. As long as you’ll have me. I’ll be here.

Anyway, I hope that you have an amazing Christmas, Master, and a very happy New Year!

With care,

Y/n

The Master jumped up from his seat and ran to the console, but The TARDIS had already piloted him to your apartment. He was emotional, of course, but why should he wallow in his TARDIS alone when he could be with you and return the feelings you had expressed to him?

Once he was by your flat, The Master knocked frantically on your door, but you didn’t answer. The Master grew impatient and fearful. Something could have happened to you, but if nothing had and you were just busy, that didn’t matter. The Master needed to see you now!

The Master broke into your flat with his TCE and manically began looking for you. Thankfully for him, he didn’t have to look very far as you were sleeping soundly on your couch. The Master let out a sigh of relief and closed the door to your flat as quietly as possible. He then walked over to your couch and sat with his back on the armrest closest to where your head was.

The sadness of the day, the alcohol, and the surprise and happiness of you giving The Master a Christmas gift all caught up to him at once and he just felt incredibly tired. So, The Master leaned his head back on the arm of the couch and quickly fell asleep.

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You stirred back into the world of awakeness after having a beautiful dream about spending a Christmas with The Master with no sneaking around or hiding or secret meetings. It was just the two of you being together with no judgment. It was a beautiful dream, but like all beautiful dreams, it ended too soon.

To your surprise, when you awoke you saw The Master sleeping in a sitting position against your couch, his head resting uncomfortably against the arm of it.

“Master … Master!” You shook The Master awake. 

“Y/n! What time is it?” 

“About three in the morning. What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to thank you for the present.”

“You didn’t need to do that. I just wanted to do something nice for you.” You readjusted yourself on the couch from kind of lying down position to one where you were fully sitting up and you placed your hand on the armrest. The Master then rested his head against your hand.

“Are you still tired?” The Master nodded against your hand.

“You can sleep in my bed if you want. It would be better than sleeping on the floor against the arm of the couch.” The Master gave you a hooded look; a look that gave the impression that he was about to pounce on you. But something in his eyes changed mid glance, they became softer, more thoughtful.

“We could always go back to my TARDIS. Get you a room. Or just have you stay in mine.” You looked into the eyes of the Time Lord before you for a moment, inspecting to see if he was telling you the truth or tricking you. A wide smile spread across your face upon feeling the truth radiating from him.

“Seeing and sleeping in The Doctor’s Best Enemy’s bedroom … That would be quite the Christmas present!” And with that, The Master carried you to his TARDIS for the night or however long you wished to stay with him. Your life and relationship with The Master had only just begun!

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Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader keeps getting distracted by The Doctor dressed in her new outfit accessory and needs The Doctor’s attention as soon as they get back to The TARDIS.

Based On This Request - Anonymous said - “Reader Fem is so hot doctor 13 with a suit and waistcoat, that when you are in bed you ask her not to take it off with them. (no need to be smut, if you don’t want to or don’t feel comfortable)

Warnings - making out and foreplay leading to smut but no actual smut, sexual discussions. So Minors DNI!!!

Word Count - 1982

A/n - I was thinking about The Doctor’s waistcoat from “The Haunting of Villa Diodati”, but because that episode is so plot-driven I didn’t want this story to revolve around that episode. So, let’s just imagine that The Doctor wore something like that at a different time. I also think that I made this more of a Gender Neutral Reader rather than a Female Reader, I hope that that’s okay. Established Relationship. The other companions can be whomever you wish them to be. Requested by a lovely anon(thank you for the request)! I don’t know how good this is, but I had a lot of fun writing it even though it took me forever to edit. I hope that you enjoy!

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The Doctor had been distracting you all day and the worst part of it all was the fact that she wasn’t even doing it on purpose. If she had woken up and decided to tease you throughout an adventure, then you would arguably have the right to be frustrated and upset with her. But The Doctor didn’t do that. She just got dressed and went about her day. Yet she didn’t even realise the lascivious effect that she had on you. 

The Doctor chose to spice up her usual outfit with a floral vest today. She did so innocently. Annoyingly innocently. She was taking you and the rest of her companions to a planet that had stricter, more Victorian-like guidelines when it came to fashion. You and your friends were all dressed fancier than your normal attire, but The Doctor, in her floral vest and button-down romantic blouse, continued to catch your eye. If you were being completely honest with yourself, The Doctor always caught your eye, but there was just something about her in that waistcoat that caused your brain to melt.

The time you and your friends had on the planet was incredibly fun. You had gone to a carnival filled with many alien rides, games, and foods, all the while you were longing after The Doctor without her notice. Eventually, though, the day had to end. Before returning to The TARDIS, however, The Doctor joyfully purchased alien ice cream for all of you to try as a small nightcap. Then The Doctor piloted her beloved ship to overlook a beautiful nebula as you and your friends said your goodnights for the evening.

“You should be getting some sleep, too. We all had a long day.” The Doctor said to you as she double-checked the protections she placed on her TARDIS.

“But I want to spend some alone time with you.” You walked up beside the alien and wrapped your arm around her vest-covered waist before leaning your head against her shoulder. The Doctor warmly nuzzled her head against yours before wrapping her own arm around your shoulders.

“Office time, fun time, or bedroom time?” The Doctor questioned, eager for your answer. This was a question asked between the two of you often in order to clarify certain situations rather than assuming what each other wanted. “Office time” referred to anything non-sexual and TARDIS-based: i.e. hanging out with The Doctor while she’s working on her ship, or in her study. “Fun time” stood for anything non-sexual that didn’t inherently involve The TARDIS: like watching movies, going on an extra adventure, or cuddling together. Finally, “Bedroom time” was code for more romantic and sexual activities: formal dates, making out, and obviously anything sexual.

“Bedroom time, if you are okay with that?” You turned your head to look at The Doctor for her answer and immediately you were captured by her star-filled hazel eyes. A wide smile spread across her face when she locked eyes with you.

“Of course I am okay with that, my little star.” The Doctor pecked a kiss on your nose before grabbing your hand and running down the TARDIS hallway toward your bedroom. You erupted into a fit of giggles, trailing after your ecstatic alien, very thankful that The TARDIS walls were soundproof.

Upon reaching your bedroom, The Doctor opened the door to your room with enough energy and excitement to rival that of yours upon first seeing her in her waistcoat earlier. She then flung you through the doorway, causing you to again laugh at The Doctor’s antics. Then she closed the door behind the two of you, smiling like the adorable mad woman with a box that she was. 

You skipped forward until your torso was pressed up against The Doctor’s chest, a mirror of her smile written on your face. Before The Doctor could compliment your loveliness, you fully pressed her against the door of your room and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Immediately, you could feel The Doctor’s sweet smirk against your mouth, telling you that if you hadn’t kissed her she would have done it for you. Her hands ghosted over your body momentarily until she eagerly grasped your waist and pulled you as tightly against her body as she possibly could. 

Unfortunately, you had to break away from the kiss in order to catch your breath, but much to The Doctor’s enjoyment, she didn’t need to stop for breath and could continue to tease you while you recovered. Now The Doctor could kiss and nip and bite at the skin of your throat. You sighed and moaned at the feeling of her perfect lips against your skin and the pressure of her hands roaming over your body. The Doctor was the only thought in your mind..

“You love teasing me, don’t you?” You breathily asked.

“Whatever do you mean?” The Doctor hummed against your skin. You were going to retort back, but as soon as you were about to speak The Doctor bit down on your pulse point.

“Doctor!” I loud, moany version of The Doctor’s name erupted from your mouth as your body curled into The Doctor’s, now desperate for some sort of friction.

“Of course I love teasing you! When I do, you make noises like that.” The Doctor giggled into your neck.

The intoxicating nature of The Doctor was causing your brain to blur, all you could focus on was her and nothing else. Your beloved alien was making you too flustered when you wanted to keep some sort of control. So, you pulled her face back to yours to resume kissing. You pushed The Doctor further against your bedroom door, cradling her beautiful face in your hands. After a moment of welcomed shock, The Doctor moved one of her hands to caress your upper back and with her other hand, she began to grope your ass. Then, before you could do anything to stop her, The Doctor flipped the two of you over so your back was now pressed against the wall. This sudden change took you by surprise, causing you to gasp and allowing The Doctor to slip her tongue into your mouth. 

You moaned into The Doctor’s mouth, which was a sensation that always made her weak. She was practically vibrating from the excitement of kissing you, holding you, and having your body pressed up against hers. In her flustered state, you flipped the two of you again. You tried to remain in control of the situation, to show The Doctor how passionately you cared for her, but you were quickly becoming more and more distracted by your alien lover. The Doctor grabbed you by the hips to ensure that you remained tightly against her body. Then she led you backwards until the back of your legs met the edge of your bed. The Doctor broke apart from the kiss this time. She kissed a path from your lips to your ear.

“Get on the bed.” She whispered passionately before kissing the shell of your ear.

A wide smile spread across your face, which The Doctor instantly mirrored. You then jumped on the bed with eagerness but stayed in the middle because your shoes were still on. The Doctor first kicked off her shoes with an adorable huff. She rarely ever fully untied her shoes at the best of times, but when something as urgent as being with you was occurring she never bothered to even untie her boots. She simply undid the laced bow and then kicked them off frantically. You giggled as you watched her now, but her attention soon fell back on you after her mini battle with her boots.

The Doctor placed her leg up on the bed and then gently grabbed your ankle. She placed your ankle on her knee and massaged the flesh there for a moment. Then she patiently untied your shoe with an almost sacred reverence for your belongings and before removed it softly. The Doctor pressed a delicate kiss to the inner skin of your ankle and then returned your leg to lounge on the softness of the bed. Immediately she showed the same treatment to your other ankle.

With your shoes now off, you scooted up the bed, Finally, The Doctor began to join you on the bed. Finally, you were experiencing what you had imagined since you first saw The Doctor in her waistcoat this morning. Finally, you could relish in having The Doctor’s full attention on you.

Your beloved alien kissed her way up your body, up your thighs, on your hips, all over your stomach and chest and neck. Occasionally, she would make minor detours in order to pay extra special attention to her favourite parts of your body. Eventually, she made her way up your body until she was fully hovering over you. The Doctor smiled at you like you were the most precious being in The Universe and then kissed your forehead with reverence.

“You are so cute.” The Doctor said softly, lovingly.

“And you are so handsome, Doctor.” You bumped your nose against hers.

“Really?”

“Absolutely! Especially in this outfit, Doc.” You caressed your hands up and down her waistcoat-covered sides, while subconsciously caressing her calf with your foot.

“So that’s what’s gotten you all worked up. I’ll need to dress like this more often, then.” The Doctor smirked down at you, her golden hair framing her face like a halo of starlight. She might be an alien, but in your eyes, she was an angel.

“You absolutely must!” You eagerly responded, causing The Doctor to laugh at your enthusiasm. She then moved to hold your face in both of her hands, her body weight fully on top of you, and kissing you passionately.

With yours and The Doctor’s lips finally reconnected, The Doctor moved her leg in between your legs and lightly put pressure on your crouch. Slowling, teasingly, she shifted forward, grinding her leg against your most sensitive region. You moaned into her mouth, grabbing a fistful of the fabric of The Doctor’s vest.

You and The Doctor continued to make out like this, building up the pressure and want between your bodies. Every once in a while, your beloved alien would expertly remove a piece of your clothing with nimble fingers until you were left beneath The Doctor in just your underwear while she remained completely clothed. Now she could touch you, grop you, caress you freely. Just as you wished, Your make out session stopped, however, when The Doctor moved to unbutton her waistcoat. Quickly, you grabbed her hands to stop her from doing so.

“Can you keep it on?” You asked, want heavy and evident in your voice.

“You want me to make you feel good like this?” The Doctor, despite her different anatomy, was breathing heavily from excitement. When she was like this, completely desperate for you, she didn’t need much convincing to try something new. However, she would be lying if she said that she never imagined ravishing your body while she was fully clothed and you were naked. Admittedly though, those imaginings were usually taking place in the console room of The TARDIS, but The Doctor’s excitement over this new opportunity never waned. She was not going to let this opportunity pass her by.

“Yes, please, Doctor.” You begged breathlessly.

“Good.” The Doctor smirked before placing one sweet kiss on your lips. She would have wanted to tease you a bit more if she wasn’t so excited, probably something involving removing her underwear with her teeth. However, The Doctor was too eager to do that right now. She kissed you once more with a fervour while her hands ripped your underwear from your body, leaving you completely bare beneath her. Finally, The Doctor was going to grant your wish and make you feel good in her beautiful waistcoat.

Comfort Cuddles

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master joins you in bed after a day of his plans failing. He’s soft and wants to be close to you.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - Nothing, just fluffy goodness.

Word Count - 1409

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. This request was submitted on my old Tumblr account, but this is the second thing I wrote based on this prompt. I just got another idea and I had to write it. I hope that you enjoy it!

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The Master didn’t like being seen as weak, but he knew that you were his weakness. He knew that he needed you. You were his other half. You made him better. You never once asked him to change, despite the fact that you never wanted to kill or manipulate people or planets. You were always there for The Master when he was stressed about his plans for universal domination or when something he was tinkering with wouldn’t work out just right. The Master needed you, always and forever. He needs you.

It was so easy for The Master to be filled with hate. He loved hurting people, he loved revenge plans and plots, but he never felt hate towards you. He loved you. The Master loved you more than the hate that filled his life before the two of you were together. He hadn’t told you his feelings yet. He was always bad at that, telling you his feelings, but you always treated him with kindness and patience. You never pressured him to do things out of his comfort zone. That just made The Master love you more, though.

Being in love with you made The Master anxious. He couldn’t remember being in love before. He might have been, but it was easy for him to imagine that he had never been in love before. When he first met you, he was overcome with a wave of protectiveness all aimed at you. He hated the fact that The Doctor spent their time picking up random Humans, but mostly out of jealousy about the fact that he didn’t have anyone. However, The Master hated seeing you with The Doctor because he knew that she would get you killed. The Master couldn’t understand why he felt such protective feelings, but he decided to not ignore them and to seek you out. 

Over the months of the two of you interacting, both of you grew closer and you left The Doctor, under conditions, of course. You accompanied The Master as a friend, but that obviously expanded to a more romantic connection. Now the two of you were months deep into a committed relationship, but he was unable to tell you how much he loved you. The Master wished to be better for you, though. You were always there for him, and sometimes he felt as if he needed to be there for you more than he was. Especially to be there for you in more emotional and emotionally intimate circumstances. 

The Master looked over his console to check the time. It was about five in the morning, Earth time, so you would still be fast asleep. The new machine he was trying to build wasn’t working out as he wished it to, and his new plans had a massive plot hole in them that he didn’t know how to fill. He was incredibly frustrated, and his brain felt as if there was a fog shifting heavily through it, clouding over the information he was trying to seek out. 

The Master didn’t require as much sleep as you did, but, in the past, cuddling with you always calmed him down and helped him think. Either wrapping himself around you or being held securely by you somehow managed to always cause things to fall into place in his sometimes disordered mind. So, The Master cleared up his little work area as much as he could and walked down to your shared bedroom.

The Master slowly and quietly entered the room, so as to not wake you. Upon seeing you, The Master smiled. You were cocooned, in the middle of the bed, in the purple comforter that the two of you shared. Your head was laying more on his pillow than yours. You looked incredibly content. The Master silently took his shoes off, then his clothes, leaving him in only his underwear and socks, then climbed in beside you.

You were only wearing his old black hoodie, from one of The Master's previous regenerations, and underwear. Your skin felt cold under The Master’s touch, you should have worn some pyjama pants or socks or something warmer. The Master cuddled up behind you, nuzzling his face into your neck. He brought his arm around you and placed his hand over your heart to feel it beating. He loved doing this. It reminded him that you were alive and that you were real and with him right now.

You stirred a bit because of the warmth of his hand on your chest and mumbled some incoherent words and phrases. The Master tried to hold you a bit tighter in an attempt to not wake you. It worked for a moment; the pressure of The Master’s body around you brought you comfort in your sleep. However, you stirred out of your sleep due to the change in temperature of the bed.

“Master?” You tried to turn around, but The Master’s arms were placed firmly around you. 

“Go back to sleep, love. It’s too early for a Human like yourself to be awake.” You were still tired, but you loved being in his presence, so naturally, you wanted to keep talking to him.

“When do you come to bed?”

“Only a couple of minutes ago. I tried to not wake you up.”

“You’re so warm, though.” You successfully turned around in The Master’s arms this time, after prying his arms off you momentarily. Your eyes were still closed, but you moved to kiss his face haphazardly. The Master smiled and chuckled at your sleepy state, and he pulled you closer to his chest until you were practically laying on top of him.

You kissed The Master’s face, neck and chest, and any part of him that you could reach, every once in a while, as you asked him some questions about his day. The two of you had spent the majority of the day apart because he was busy with his newest scheme, and you were trying to plan a party for your best friend on Earth.

“What were you doing? Did you finish that one thing?” The Master was shocked that you could form somewhat coherent sentences when it was obvious that you were still in a sleepy haze, but he was willing to talk until the two of you became so sleepy you couldn’t speak anymore.

“No, I think I tried too hard to push a thought-cube into a gravity converter and the whole machine I was working on didn’t appreciate the change either.” The Master caressed his hands up and down your back beneath the hoodie you stole.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure you will think of something. You always do. You are so smart.” The Master smiled as he felt you nuzzle into his neck again. His feelings were bubbling up again. He didn’t feel like he could hide them anymore. And if you didn’t respond well, you probably wouldn’t remember because of how tired you were. So, The Master thought that this would be the best time to reveal his true feelings.

“Can I tell you something, Y/n?”

“You can tell me everything, Master. I will always be here for you.”

“I love you.” You opened your eyes and smiled up at The Master.

“I love you, too. I have for a while.”

“Me too. I should have told you earlier.”

“Yes! Yes, you should have!” You suddenly popped up from where you were cuddling into The Master’s chest and pecked him on the lips. The Master chuckled, kissed you again and then returned the two of you back to a cuddling position. 

“Let’s go to sleep, yeah? Then see where the new day takes us?”

“That sounds lovely, Master.” You shifted slightly to kiss his cheek one more time, and then you nuzzled back into his chest, occasionally kissing him there before eventually falling asleep. The Master fell asleep soon after you, holding you tightly to his body. 

The two of you slept soundly until around midday in Earth time. Neither of you always got the privilege of a quiet, domestic life together. You both enjoyed your hectic life in space, travelling throughout time and hopping from adventure to adventure. But both of you appreciated the softer moments of your lives together, given how rarely they happened. You loved each other so much, and sometimes spending a morning in bed together was all the two of you needed to make a day memorable.

Okay!

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

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

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

Fall For Me

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summery - The Master kidnaps The Reader in order to get to know you and so as to not go to an extravagant ball alone.

Based On This Request -

Warning - references to canon typical violence, kidnapping, hypnotism without consent, some suggestive bits so 18 plus please, me making up random galaxies

Word Count - 1842

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! Also, I’ll link The Doctor version of this ask here, in case you would like to read that one as well.

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The Master was a fan of fine dining and loud demonstrations of wealth, as he always had been. He was used to that lifestyle, thanks to his parent's prestige and station on Gallifrey. Since the Time War and his banishment from his home planet, The Master obviously had to seek power in more manipulative ways and his ending up possessing wealth wasn’t always guaranteed.

The Master had schemed for years trying to gain a proficient foothold in the royal court of the Purpur galaxy. Now he was the king of his own planet and what else was there for him to do? Naturally, The Master went back to messing with The Doctor and this time, she had a companion The Master actually enjoyed. The Master kidnapped you and brought you to his kingdom in order to impress you in the best way he knew how: power and wealth. If The Master got you to fall in love with him that would be the ultimate slap in the face of The Doctor, and he would no longer be alone. 

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You awoke in an extravagantly detailed lavender bedroom with gold filigree on the wall and dressed in the comfiest and most expensive-looking clothes you had ever seen, let alone worn. The last thing you remembered was fire and loud explosives and the hypnotic brown eyes, filled with desire and warmth, of a beautiful stranger. 

You fumbled, panicked, out of the large bed you had woken up in and fell onto the floor, just as the said stranger walked through the door of the room. He offered you a good morning which you ignored. You had no idea what was going on.

“What is this place?” 

“My kingdom. Specifically, my palace. You are safe here.” You finally took a proper look at the beautiful stranger. He looked so calm and friendly, but something felt off.

“You’re The Master, aren’t you?”

“So, The Doctor did mention me, I was hoping that she hadn’t.” The stranger, the Master, seemed put off by this information. He walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind himself. You clung onto the closest bedpost, filled with fear and confusion. If The Master was planning on hurting you, there was nowhere for you to go.

“The Doctor said that you were destitute and desperately destroying everything in your path in a vain attempt to feel something.”

“Maybe you should get to know me first and develop your own opinion of me, instead of solely listening to The Doctor.” The Master walked closer to you until he was directly across from where you were huddled on the floor. He then crouched down to look you in the eye.

“What do you want then? If torturing isn’t the plan for today.”

“I would like you to accompany me to the gathering I am hosting two evenings from now. In between now and then, you may do whatever you like as long as you don’t go contacting The Doctor or her little pets.”

“That’s it?” You were sceptical.

“Yeah, pretty much. Also, breakfast is ready if you would like something to eat. You must be exhausted, love.”

“I am pretty hungry.” You were pretty sure The Master had hypnotised you. There was plenty of evidence to suggest that. Your stomach growled and your head was heavy, and your body was weak.

“I can escort you. Or I can have a guard do that.”

“A guard, please.” The Master nodded, a little sadly, but accepted your request. He needed you to like him. If he moved too quickly or too controlling, you would never trust him. 

“They will be up in a moment, love.” The Master stood up, walked to the door and bowed to you before leaving the bedroom to inform a guard that you would be needing their assistance. 

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The breakfast was divine. As was every meal you consumed during your time at The Master’s palace. You were sceptical, of course, everything The Doctor had told you about The Master was that he could manipulate anyone in the most unique ways, and he already hypnotised you once, who said that he wouldn’t do it again? However, The Master just seemed to want to take care of you. He made sure that you ate proper meals, had relaxing baths with expensive soaps, and gifted you the finest clothes. The Doctor never seemed to care about those things. She always forgot when you and her other Human companions needed to eat or sleep and even though minimalism can be a fine aesthetic, The Doctor almost seemed to look down on you collecting various things from your adventures. In your few days with The Master, you had already collected a stack of books, various gemmed jewellery, and random alien artefacts that The Master gave you after explaining the story behind how he got them.

Tonight was the night of the ball. After dinner with The Master, you took a long bath before getting dressed for the party. When you exited the steamy bathroom, you saw a beautiful outfit laid out on your bed ready for you to wear. You got dressed in the majority of the clothes yourself, despite a couple of laces on the back. But then you heard a knock on the door which broke you out on your thoughts about how the night would unfold. 

“Come in.” You heard the door to your bedroom open and shut and footsteps walking toward you. You knew that it was The Master. You tried to ignore his eyes on your back as you tried to tie the laces on your outfit.

“You look absolutely beautiful, love.” The Master finally spoke. He brought his hands up and tightened and tied the laces for you.

“Thank you for the outfit.”

“Of course. I’ve got to dress up someone as stunning as you in an extravagant outfit that could match your beauty.” The Master continued to tuck and pull and adjust your outfit until he seemed happy with it.

“There. You look perfect.” The Master smiled at you, then jolted as he remembered something.

“One last thing!” The Master pulled out a long cloak from his bigger on the inside pocket and draped it across you to where it was tied across your chest and the cloak was draped over your left shoulder.

“There. Now the outfit is complete. Are you ready for tonight?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” The Master took what he could get from you. He knew that getting you to love him was going to be a challenge, a challenge he was excited about. But he knew that you would fall for him. He could sense it. It would just take some time.

The Master escorted you from your bedroom to the upper level of the castle that led down to the ballroom. He then led you down the marble staircase with his gloved hand and showed you off to his rich guests. After greeting and meeting with some of the guests, The Master pulled you further into the ballroom and manoeuvred you, so your left hand was placed on The Master’s shoulder and your right hand was softly placed in his left hand. The Master then placed his right hand firmly on the small of your back and pulled you close to his chest.

You didn’t know how to respond to this. You were attracted to The Master, absolutely, but he was The Doctor’s enemy. He tried to hurt her, what if he tried to hurt you? 

The Master guided you through the dance that you didn’t know. You tried your best, but even The Master’s firm grip on your body couldn’t always help you perform the dance properly. 

Adding to your distractions was The Master himself. He was dressed in a tight dark purple suit with black and obsidian accents. You could smell the dark and hypnotic cologne he wore. And his eyes. They were always on you. Either staring into your eyes, ghosting over your body, or devouring your lips in his mind. It was mesmerizing having someone’s attention on you so intently. But then, as you stared back into The Master’s desire-filled eyes, you stumbled over The Master’s feet and fell into his strong arms.

“Easy there, love. I can’t have you falling for me so hard that I can’t reap the rewards later.” You didn’t even catch The Master’s insinuation until much after the fact.

“I’m not the most knowledgeable when it comes to dancing.” You stumbled again.

“Or the most skilful when it comes to balancing.”

“Luckily, I am here to guide you.” The Master winked at you and gripped your body tighter in order to have greater control of your movements.

The orchestra then began playing a softer, slower song. The Master leaned closer to your face. You could feel his hot breath on your cheek. It felt like he was wanting to kiss you. You knew that you weren’t ready for that, even though you were growing to like the alien. Instead, you leaned forward and rested your body against The Master’s. You felt his body tense, not in anger or rejection, but in shock. He assumed that you were going to deny his advances outright. The Master happily wrapped his arms around you and rested his head against yours. You could feel his strong arms continuing to guide you through the alien dance, preventing you from falling or stumbling again.

The rest of the night was similar to this and more fun than you had anticipated. You met tons of new people from dozens of planets that you had never heard of before, you had delicious alien foods and drinks, and The Master taught you so many new dances and caught you whenever you stumbled or wobbled, but eventually, the night had to end. After all of the guests either left for their own planets or went to their guest rooms for the night, The Master escorted you to your room. 

“Thank you for accompanying me. This gathering would have been absolutely boring without you there.” You could feel The Master toying with the laces of your outfit playfully.

“It was a very fun night, Master. I’m not going to say thank you for kidnapping me, but I did have fun with you.” The Master smiled genuinely at you, but then his face became solemn and serious.

“Get some rest, love. I, unfortunately, have to take you back to The Doctor tomorrow and I assume she will exhaust with questions.” The Master took your face in his hands and kissed your forehead before turning away from you.

“Do you have to take me back?” You asked, surprising even yourself.

“I’ll kidnap you again soon.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” The Master sent you a wink before entering the room across from yours. Was he staying in that room the entire time you had been here? Maybe you would have to pay The Master a visit in the middle of the night if you were unable to sleep.

I just watched season 2 of Good Omens and I now hate everything!!! 😭😭😭

Exception

Gomez!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader is insecure about their relationship with Missy.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - just fluffiness, a bit of insecurity

Word Count - 1374

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account. Just wanted to reupload it on this one. I hope you enjoy this!

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You would sneak into the Vault quite often. It was a thrill to go against The Doctor’s orders. You usually didn’t rebel against his orders out of fear of being accidentally hurt by some vengeful alien on the warpath. But venturing down into the Vault didn’t seem to be that risky, despite what the Vault’s inhabitant proclaimed on multiple occasions. 

“Do you think he knows about this?” You asked aloud, wandering around the Vault and gathering what you needed for afternoon tea. Thinking about it, you wouldn’t be surprised if The Doctor did know, he did seem quite perceptive, unlike Nardole, who claimed to be perceptive but was really the opposite.

“Would it matter if he did, dearie?” Missy spoke accusingly, with a hint of sadness that she tried hard to mask. She sat at the piano, trying to distract her quickening heartbeats with some soothing piano while you laid out a tea set with some snacks on a nearby table. 

Your relationship with Missy was quite new and both of you had your own insecurities about it. You being Human put a strain on both of you and adding the fact that you were a friend and companion of The Doctor did not lessen any of those fears of fragility. Missy had tried to convince you to leave him. You would always counteract her suggestion with your fear that The Doctor might not allow you to see Missy ever again if you did what she asked.

“Not really, if he does know, he clearly does not mind me being down here, I just fear that he might blab to Nardole or Bill. Who, if you might have noticed, are not that fond of you. However, if he doesn’t know, it would be hilarious to see his face when he finds out!” You turned around after finishing setting up the tea set and snacks and leaned against the table.

“Would you mind if he knew, Missy?” Your tone was quiet, but pointed, causing Missy’s fingers to stop and her head to turn to you abruptly, mouth slightly agape. She knew what you were referring to, even though you never explicitly said it, you often felt inadequate compared to her and The Doctor, being just a mere Human, and becoming aware of her’s and The Doctor’s lifelong friendship did not ease your feelings of inadequacy.

“Dearie,” she stood and walked over to you, placing her hands on each side of your face, “of course I would not mind, quite the opposite, really.” She smirked devilishly, trying to fluster you, she loved seeing you embarrassed and flustered because of her words and actions. 

“How about we eat the delicious food you brought for us today, and then, later, I will prove to you how much I care about you. Does that sound okay?” You nodded and let Missy peck your lips quickly before she pulled out a chair for you to sit. 

You chatted over tea, trivial things, eager to not openly voice your discomforts about being so young and naive compared to two practically immortal beings. Though, Missy seemed very eager to discuss it, hinting at it every chance she got, hoping to wear you down until you broke and confessed what was on your mind.

The conversation did end up wandering onto The Doctor as you finished your tea and snacks. Missy had been more open about her childhood than you expected, or, at least compared to how little The Doctor talked about his past. Missy led you to a small sofa, gripping your hands tightly as she spun you around the room until you both reached your destination. She was vibrant and animated when talking about how, while at The Academy, she single-handedly vanquished a rogue brigade of Daleks and noted that The Doctor would tell a different story. One where he was more involved in the triumph instead of quivering in the corner like a cold puppy in the rain. 

Upon reaching the sofa, Missy laid you down onto it, and she quickly followed suit before you could get up and complain. She wrapped an arm around your torso to keep you from falling off the edge.

“Missy, this sofa is too small for us to lay like this.” You giggled at her antics.

“Oh fine! I guess we will just have to adjust!” Before you could comment, she hooked her other arm underneath you and hoisted you up until you were laying on her chest. 

“Better?” Missy questioned, smirking again upon seeing your flustered expression.

“Well, I guess it is better than the former position we were in.” You conceded, awkwardly moving and craning your neck. You were completely unaware of where to lay your head. Missy noticed you growing even more flustered and embarrassed at the situation, her smirk growing ever so slightly. She drew her hand up and gently pushed your head down toward her chest, giving her permission for you to lay your head there. Your flustered state only intensified, but you tried to focus on her heartbeats to lull you into calmness.

After a long silence filled with only the two of your breathing and Missy’s heartbeats, Missy spoke, “Y/n, I think we should talk about what has been bothering you.” Your breath hitched, you really didn’t want to talk about this, you were afraid that if the two of you discussed this then your relationship would end faster than you wished. You eventually asked why it was necessary.

Missy began combing her fingers through your hair, scraping her nails against your scalp in a circular motion

 “The sooner we talk about this the sooner we can get through it together.”

“You will laugh. Or think that I am just being a stupid Human.” Missy immediately placed her hands on either side of your head to manoeuvre you until you were looking in her eyes.

“I might laugh as a coping mechanism to deal with shock, but I would never call you a stupid Human. You are the exception of the Human race.” Missy placed a reassuring kiss on your forehead before manoeuvring your head back to her chest. You took a deep breath before voicing your fears about your relationship with Missy; the age difference, the species difference, how you wanted to ask how important you were to Missy as she was to you, and how you didn’t want to be seen as an ignorant child because of how you little you knew compared to the Time Lady, how you didn’t know how your relationship with her could possibly compare to her relationship with The Doctor. 

Missy dealt with your fears, one by one, reassuring you of the hold you had on her hearts and how your only foolish mistake would be if you were to deny her love of you. If you were to deny that fact, Missy made it painfully clear that she would break out of the Vault, steal The Doctor’s TARDIS and destroy however many galaxies it took until you got the message. She made it clear that even though the two of you would have many things to work through, she wouldn't want to be with anyone else.

All of Missy’s declarations of love were accompanied by Missy massaging your head and your back. These soothing acts and the repetitive calming drumbeats of her hearts and her soft words of love soon lulled you into a sound sleep. So sound, in fact, that you did not wake when The Doctor entered the Vault. Stopping in his tracks, he closed the Vault door when he saw the sight of you enclosed in the arms of his oldest friend. Missy smirked and mouthed a silent “hush, they’re sleeping” to the shocked Time Lord. Then Missy placed another kiss on your forehead. She was already laughing in her head about getting to see your reaction, once you woke up, about finding out that The Doctor didn’t know about you and Missy until he saw you sleeping in the Time Lady’s chest. And laughing at your reaction to knowing that you didn't get to see his surprised face. Missy couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for the two of you.

I need to write some more gender neutral reader x Eddie Munson fanfics

Just for myself

I feel dysmorphic reading she/her pronouns

I need some sweet fics and some smutty fics with my boy and a gn reader