Hiya!! 4 And 14 For The Ask Game? :D

Requesting Rules

I write all types of fanfiction on this blog, many of the formats are listed below

I am willing to include almost any tropes that you might specify within your request.

I tend to write more fluff than smut. 

I am not opposed to writing smut, though. I’m just a bit more insecure when it comes to writing smut because I don’t tend to write it as often.

Even though I don’t always write smut, there are allusions to 18+ activities in some of my fics.

So This Is An 18+ Blog

I know that I cannot regulate everyone who interacts with my content, but minors and blogs without ages in their bio will be blocked. And minors just please don’t read my 18+ fics.

I accept requests with both general and specific reader descriptions. 

I will be upfront and say that I feel the most comfortable writing gender neutral readers

As someone who has read fanfiction for years before writing it, I understand that a lot of people use fanfiction as a coping mechanism, and it can be devastating if your request goes unanswered. 

I will try my hardest to get everything to you in an orderly time for this reason, but I hope that I will be allowed some allowances. I have mental health and physical health issues. 

So, I will try my hardest to get everything out on a good schedule, but I am still trying to find a good school/fanfiction/personal health balance and it can be difficult to keep up with everything.

Formats The I Write

Series

Oneshots

Blurbs 

Headcanons/Preferences

Prompts 

Tropes (Only one bed, Soulmates, Friends to Lovers, AUs, etc)

Songfics

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Angst

Smut

General DO’s - What I DO Write

x Readers

Character x Reader x Character (the two characters not being poly)

Poly!Characters x Readers or Character x Reader x Character (the two characters being poly)

Platonic/Friendship Relationships

Non-Platonic/ Romantic Relationships

SFW Plots/Plot Points

NSFW Plots/Plot Points *

LGBTQ+ Readers 

POC Readers

Plus Size/Curvy Readers

Neurodivergent Readers 

Readers with Disabilities/Disorders (mental, physical, emotional)

Mental Illness **

General DON’Ts - What I DO NOT Write

Character x Character - Except in a polyamorous context where the Reader is also involved

Characters or the Reader Dying Permanently 

Extreme graphic violence - Given some of the media that I write for, there is bound to be some mention of graphic violence, but I don’t want said violence to feel like horror porn

Incest, rape, or bestiality 

Sexual Harassment/Assault - I am okay with allusions to it(like in a hurt/comfort sort of way), but not graphic depictions of it

Racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, ableism, or any other type of bigotry - Again, I am okay with allusions to these things in a hurt/comfort sort of way where a random third party does something and a character comforts the reader. I just don’t want or support hate on my blog.

NSFW * - Specifically Kinks and Fetishes

*Piss and shit kinks and foot fetishes are just not my thing, so none of that, please

*No Pregenant!readers or readers that are about to give birth, please

*I am a bit iffy on Parent!readers because I just don’t think that I will be able to write them well

*And I am a bit iffy on breeding kinks - anything about actively trying to get pregnant is not my thing

Mental Illnesses ** - as mentioned above, allusions are okay but I am not comfortable writing graphic depictions of things like self-harm, suicide attempts, or eating disorders

Disclaimers

Everyone’s life experiences are different. 

I might have different symptoms or habits when it comes to neurodivergencies and mental illnesses and just life. 

Some aspects of my fics are going to be rooted in my life experiences no matter how much research I do.

2. And I probably have a different interpretation of a character than you, but that is okay.

3. If there is a character you would like to know if I will write for that is not on the Character List I attached below, please message me! 

There is a possibility that I might write for them, and I just forgot to add them to my list.

4. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out either through messages or on anon!

Anyway, I want this blog to be a kind, caring, safe place where people can stop by if they need a calm place to stay for a bit. I hope that you have fun here! :)

Finally, my Character List is linked here.

Edited 28 September 2024

I keep forgetting that I put random notes in my queue!

[Image Reads] Anonymous said - “Hello there how are you? I hope that you’re doing well. If it’s okay I was wondering if I could request an O x Reader (Dhawan!Master) where the reader is a secret agent and after working hard on a mission they are tired but cannot sleep. So O offers to hypnotise the reader to make them sleep”

Accidentally posted then deleted the original request because I keep forgetting that I left things in my queue. So, this is just my copy of the ask.

Thank you so much for the request, anon! I really enjoyed writing this. I hope that you enjoy this, too.

I will link the fic here once I post it.

Lie Down With Me - 6 March 2023

Books Read In April 2024

The Monster Of Elendhaven by Jennifer Giesbrecht

The Sorcerer Of Pyongyang by Marcel Theroux

Big Swiss by Jen Beagin

The Cat Who Saved Books by Sosuke Natsukawa

The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake

What You Are Looking For Is In The Library by Michiko Aoyama

What Moves The Dead by T. Kingfisher (Second Read)

What Feasts At Night by T. Kingfisher

Chlorine by Jade Song

I got my flu shot and my most recent covid booster yesterday at the same time. And even though I am very happy that I am taking care of my health and I completely wiped out right now!

I did have an amazing fever dream of Dhawan!Master, though. So that’s a big plus!

#relatable

Alone

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master is furious after waking up alone, thinking that the reader had left him.

Warnings - The Master being sad and threatening violence

Word Count - 841

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Just had an idea, I hope you enjoy it!

The Master stirred; he felt colder for some reason. Usually, when in bed, he was incredibly warm because you were always cuddled up against him. Time Lords could regulate their body temperature, but whenever you and The Master would sleep in the same bed together or on the couch, he would always relish in how constantly warm you felt. It now felt as if you weren’t in bed with him, though. The bed was so cold. You must have turned away from him on your shared bed. 

The Master stretched his arm out across the bed to pull you back against him, but when he did so, he felt nothing. With his eyes still closed and him still half asleep, The Master patted the bed where you should be. The last bits of the dream he was having slipped from his mind and clarity took over him; The Master jolted up from the bed. His hearts started beating faster when he realised that you were no longer in bed with him. The Master was completely alone. 

He jolted out of bed and quickly got dressed in the closest clothes he could find lying around. It would be better to wear day old clothes than searching for you in his underwear. The Master’s mind was racing. He was thinking of all the places you could have gone, but his mind obviously went to the worst places in his anxious, sleep altered mind. 

You couldn’t have been kidnapped from within his TARDIS. The Master had placed backups upon backups of protections long ago, just to keep you safe. Besides, no person of any species would have the guts to break into The Master’s TARDIS. So, that’s not the reason why you weren’t in bed with him.

The Master had been teaching you how to fly the TARDIS. You had been begging him to teach you for months. Was this just a part of a long form plan of escape? Have you really left him? Would you do that to him? You probably went back to Earth, or to The Doctor. Either way, he would get you back. You weren’t allowed to leave him.

The Master barreled down the twisting hallways of his TARDIS toward the console room. He abruptly stopped, however, when he saw you slowly walking down the hall, bobbling around a bit because of your tiredness and the fact that you were scrolling through your phone.

“Y/n? You’re still here?” The Master ran up to you and was about to grab you by your shoulders until he saw you yawn and rub your eye sleepily.

“Yeah, I just forgot my hoodie in the library, and I was cold.”

“I thought you left me.” The Master gently brushed an eyelash off of your cheek, but mainly used that as an excuse to touch you.

“I was hoping to get back in bed before you woke up, I’m sorry, Master.” You leaned into The Master’s palm, completely misunderstanding what he had just implied.

“No, I thought you left me, Y/n.” You looked up at The Master, confused, still not understanding. You studied his face, trying to understand even though you were incredibly tired. Finally, it clicked.

“Koschei, why would I leave you? I would never want to leave you.” The Master almost let the tears he was holding back fall, but he decided to lunge forward and trap you in a bone crushing hug that knocked the wind out of your lungs. You patted The Master’s back reassuringly and whispered comforting words into his ear.

“Let’s go back to bed, yeah?” You felt The Master nod his head at your suggestion. Even though he agreed with your idea, it still took a while to pry him off of you. When you finally did, The Master still clung to your arm. In his adrenaline filled rage and surprise of your absence, he forgot how tired he truly was. Now it was hitting him all at once and all The Master wanted to do was hold you and sleep the night away.

The Master crawled into your shared bed first, and made grabby hands toward you, requiring your presence immediately. You giggled at his actions. You always loved seeing his softer side that he reserved only for you to see. You crawled into bed and straddled his lap before laying down on his chest. The Master quickly brought his arms to encircle you and keep you tightly against him.

After a couple moments of silence, The Master spoke, “I love you. You know that, right.”

“Of course, I know that. I love you, too, Koschei. So much!” You kissed The Master’s chest, over his hearts, and snuggled back against him. You fell asleep quickly in the safety of your lover’s arms. The Master waited until you were fully asleep before he too succumbed to sleep. Once the two of you were fully and deeply asleep, both you and The Master had peaceful dreams of your life together and your love for each other.

Just a heads up everyone, I will begin posting fics again starting this week.

I've been a bit busy with personal stuff over the summer and school recently, so that is why I haven't posted. But I have built up a lot of fics, general updates, and some other things that I wanted to add to my blog that I have been meaning to post. 

So, some days might be more post heavy than others. 

I just wanted to warn everyone before I spam you guys.

But please keep in mind that I am still in school and dealing with stuff, but I am trying. So please be kind :)

- Ghost

Get Some Rest, Love

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary -The Reader and The Master have been travelling together behind The Doctor’s back. The pressure is getting to The Reader, so The Master hypnotises them in order to help them get some sleep.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - reader being tired, stressed, basically an insomniac, The Master hypnotises the reader without full consent (he doesn’t explain what he’s doing, but the reader does ask for his help)

Word Count - 1805

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! I’ll link the darker version of this request here if you would like to read that version.

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It had been a rough couple of weeks for you. The past couple of months had all been stressful, but the stress had amplified in the past few weeks. 

The Master had made his presence visible a while ago, which you had frankly expected. The Master always seemed to have a knack for escaping every deadly situation with ease. What you didn’t expect, however, was to grow close to the Renegade Time Lord over various encounters and interactions. He didn’t expect this either but welcomed the change and the opportunity to eventually gloat to his best enemy about your connection. Then The Master, after many long and secret discussions, convinced you to travel with him as well as The Doctor. You know why you agreed to this situation, because of your crush on The Master, but you had not expected to be this drained because of it.

It wasn’t even the usual stress of adventures that would tire you out, though. You feared being found out by The Doctor or your fellow companions. You feared dying because there was double the chance of that now. You feared never seeing your family and friends again. You feared losing touch with your life on Earth because you barely spent any time there anymore. You feared the growing feelings you had for The Master and what that would mean for your life. These thoughts would circle your brain all the time, you could only think about something else when The Master distracted you. But now, late at night, alone, was when the thoughts would plague you with no relief. 

The Master was gods-know-where in The TARDIS trying to fix a small hiccup with the engine in order to get you back to Earth in time to rest before the next time The Doctor showed up for you. Of course, because you had access to a time machine, you didn’t necessarily have to stick to a strict schedule, but you and The Master decided to construct one in order to make this situation easier for you. The Doctor could be haphazard in planning, but by having a schedule with The Master, the chance of the two rebel Gallifreyans showing up at the same time was greatly lessened. 

You crept out of your room, wrapped in your favourite blanket, and asked The TARDIS to direct you to The Master. You walked through the halls of the machine, seeing her manipulate her walls for you in order to help you with your mission. The TARDIS led you to the lower engine room, just below the console room. It was filled with long wires and cords, of various thicknesses, cascading down from the ceiling, creating intricate, spider web-like, tangles between bits of machinery. The Master sat hunched in the corner of the room in an old-looking and oil-covered apron and goggles fiddling with a machine connected to easily a hundred wires.

“Master?” 

You peeked your head around the corner of the room while knocking quietly on the doorframe. The Master wasn’t fond of being startled, but you didn’t want to bother him in the first place. You just wanted some help. The Master’s head jolted up to look at whatever was making the knocking, annoyance written on his face. He instantly calmed down when he saw that it was you making the noise, but once he got a proper look at you and noticed how tired you looked The Master grew worried.

“Y/n? What are you doing up? Is everything alright?” You shook your head absentmindedly; you couldn’t really tell where your head was currently.

“I’m sorry for bothering you. I know that you are working hard, but I just couldn’t sleep.” 

The Master carefully stood up while easing the goggles over his head. He manoeuvred through the web of vine-like wires and cords in order to join you under the doorframe.

“Was your mind keeping you up again?” You nodded dozily before yawning into your blanket.

“Come on love, let’s get you to bed.” 

The Master tutted your shoulder and you felt him push you in the direction of your room, but you stopped him and placed a blanket-covered hand over his arm.

“Do we have to go to my room?”

“You would be more comfortable there, no?”

“Probably, but once I go to sleep, you’ll leave, and I’ll be alone again. And dreaming me will probably be able to tell and I’ll wake up again.” 

You trailed off when you noticed The Master staring at you with a mix of sadness and worry and care written on his face.

 “And if I sleep on the sofa then you can continue to work on the engine.” 

“The sofa it is then.”  

Instead of heading directly to the sofa in the engine room, you trailed behind The Master as he headed to a little storage closet to collect some fluffy pillows and blankets. Then the two of you threw the soft supplies onto the sofa. Then the two of you walked to the kitchen to make some chamomile tea and get some warm milk. The Master collected some chocolate biscuits for himself before the two of you sleepily crept back to the engine room with all of your goodies.

The Master tucked you into the bed-like sofa before lighting some candles around the space. The Master then took a well-loved book out of one of his bigger on the inside pockets and began reading once you were ready. But none of this seemed to succeed in making you tired. You jolted up in frustration.

“This isn’t working, Master!” 

“You just need to be a bit patient. You’ll fall asleep in no time.”

“You’re one to talk about being patient, Mr Short Fuse. And we have already tried this method many times, along with the warm milk, meditation, and you making me run circles around The TARDIS console. Clearly, nothing is working!” 

The Master pinched the bridge of his nose in thought and frustration. He wasn’t mad at you; he was upset with himself. He selfishly wanted to have you be his full companion and he had been extending your time together slowly. But doing that decreased your rest time. He was causing you to suffer, which was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to make you happy and calm. The Master did think of one way to calm you down and help you sleep, but you might hate him if you ever found out about it. Your health was The Master’s number one priority, so hypnotising you seemed to be the only solution.

“Why don’t we play a little game, then?” The Master questioned eventually.

“What kind of game?”

“A staring contest.”

“That sounds very Human of you.” You poked The Master’s side jovially, yet tiredly.

“Don’t patronise me. I’m trying to help.”

“I know. I know. I’m just exhausted. I'm sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, my love. I understand. Now get comfy.” You sat up but huddled yourself into a couple of blankets and waited for The Master. 

“Now just look into my eyes and try not to blink. Are you ready?”

“Ready, Master.”

“Okay. Go.”

You stared at The Master’s deep brown eyes. They reminded you of dark amber with flecks of golden honey and rich coffee-like colours highlighting various parts of his irises. They were truly beautiful, just like the rest of him. You could stare into his eyes forever if you were given the opportunity to do so. You thought that you saw The Master bittersweetly smirk, but you weren’t sure. Your eyes were feeling heavy all of a sudden. And so was your body. You felt yourself slouch and your eyes began to fall. Suddenly, darkness took over your world, but you jolted back into awakeness.

“I think I blinked.”

“That’s okay. We’ll just play another round. Keep looking into my eyes.” 

You did as your Master told you to do and you continued to stare into The Master’s captivating eyes. The same heaviness washed over you, as it did before. 

Thanks to The Master’s hypnosis, your eyes finally closed, and your body went limp, and you were finally asleep. The last thing that floated inform of your foggy brain was the love pouring out of The Master’s warm chocolate eyes. 

The Master quickly lunged forward and caught you from falling back and hitting your head on the arm of the sofa. He then pulled you into his arms and rested your head on his shoulder.

“There you go, love. Get a good night's sleep for your Master.”

The Master hoisted you up into his arms and carried you throughout his TARDIS. He sarcastically rolled his eyes at his machine when he noticed that his ship was extending the hallways leading to your bedrooms. The Master paused in contemplation when he eventually reached your bedrooms. He assumed that you were unaware of the fact that he had placed your bedroom across from his, but now he had to make a choice. Should The Master tuck you into your bed or his?

The TARDIS opened his bedroom door for him, and The Master made a mental note to have a little chat with his ship when you were away. But The Master did in fact carry you into his room. He placed you in his messy bed. He couldn’t help but cringe as he reminisced about how he was much neater and proper in some of his other regenerations and how they would most definitely yell at him for having such a chaotic maintenance schedule. Missy would have had a double heart attack if she discovered that her future regeneration had placed a potential partner in a messy bed.

‘How are you supposed to impress them with all this mess, you silly sausage.’ She would have screamed.

The Master did as he intended, though. He tucked you in as best as he could into his messy bed. It looked like you were covered in a nest comprised of a mound of blankets rather than a neat bed. But The Master had to make do with you already hypnotised and asleep like the dead.

The Master then gathered up some devices and notes and climbed into his side of the bed. He tinkered away at some plans while watching over you while you took your well-deserved night’s rest. Eventually, though, The Master also grew tired. It had been a couple of days since he got a proper night’s sleep. The Master stacked his notes and devices onto his bedside table. He then curled himself around you under the mound of blankets and quickly fell asleep with your intertwining scents filling The Master’s nose. Hopefully, you wouldn’t question why you were in The Master’s bed or why he was cuddling you once you woke up in the morning.

My Baby Doll

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - Wondering where The Master had gone in the middle of the night, The Reader walks in on The Master fiddling with his TCE.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Reader being turned into a doll.

Word Count - 792

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account. Just reposting it on here. I hope that you enjoy it!

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The TCE began malfunctioning one day after you and The Master came back from a relatively tame adventure. He couldn’t understand why a machine he meticulously build would be acting up like this. The Master always prided himself on being an excellent engineer and having taken good care of his technology, unlike The Doctor who always seemed to be breaking something. The Master was very upset and confused by the slight malfunction, but you drew him away from his turning mind as you led him back to your bedroom for the night. 

After you were deeply asleep, The Master awoke in the middle of the night, unable to draw his mind fully away from his Tissue Compression Eliminator. He thought that he could tinker with it for a bit, and then it would be back to normal. His luck was not with him today, but he hoped that he could manufacture some.

The Master crawled out of bed, careful to not wake you because of his restless mind. He quietly padded from your shared bedroom to his office, just outside the TARDIS console room, with his TCE and tools in hand.

You woke up cold and alone, but you were tucked up into your blankets with care. The Master did this often, sneaking off in the middle of the night to deal with his never-quiet mind, but he would always tuck you back into the blankets snuggly. He would teasingly say that he couldn’t have “his little Human getting a cold”, but it was clear that this was just his way of showing that he cared for you.

Despite what The Master would have wanted, you removed yourself from your cocoon of blankets and trudged to The Master’s office, where you knew he would be. You knocked on the door, but he didn’t answer. He was too busy going over mathematics, calculations and bits of engineering info in his head. 

You quietly turned the doorknob and stepped into his office. The Master still didn’t notice you, so you prepared to speak out to him. Before you could make a sound, the TCE accidentally went off due to The Master fiddling with its interior wiring. 

Being hit by the TCE ray surprisingly didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable. You felt small, now looking up at your now large surroundings and you felt much more solid than before. You also felt a bit nauseous and like you had a really bad strain in your neck. Though you couldn’t move more than a couple of millimetres, so there was nothing you could do about the discomfort in your stomach or neck. You wondered what this meant for you. Would you stay like this forever? Could The Master change you back? Would he even try, or would he just throw you away? 

Your worried mind stopped turning when you saw The Master. He ran up to you and stared at you for a moment before picking you up in calloused hands. His eyes were sad but filled with confused happiness about the fact that you didn’t die.

“Can you hear me? Can you move? Blink twice if you can hear me.” His voice was frantic, and his eyes were wide with shock, but you managed to blink twice, causing The Master to breathe a sigh of relief. You tried to move again, and it was actually easier to move now. There was still a major restriction on your movement, but you could now speak, unlike before. 

“I’m going to correct this, okay? I am not going to leave like this, my love.” He caressed a now giant thumb against your plastic face, wiping away a tear that somehow fell from your eye.

“I believe you, but what are we going to do until then? I’m scared about what is going to happen to me, Master!”

“I know, my love, but you will be safe with me.”

The Master placed you, gently, in the breast pocket of his jacket, as it was bigger on the inside and safe for you to be there, while he began to plan out a way to correct this. He already had plenty of ideas on how to do such a thing, but he figured that he might wait a bit. 

He knew that he would change you back eventually, but he loved your dependence on him. Now that you were doll-like, you were fully dependent upon him. So, he might keep you in this state for a bit longer than necessary. You would never know, of course, so there would be no harm done if indulged in being in control. It would just be you and The Master doing everything for you and him keeping you with him at all times.