#Ainley!Master x Reader

[simp-for-the-masters]

i want the master to call me a good boy so bad :((

Delgado!Master: calls you good boy after you complete a task for him

Ainley!Master: calls you a good boy when you help lead someone into a trap for him

Simm!Master: calls you good boy cause it's fun to see you flustered,it's his newest pastime

Missy: calls you good boy with a head pat and kiss on the cheek, both condescending and genuine

Dhawan!Master: calls you good boy with the growl of his

[dreamsinmoonlight]

From Eden

(This. Would. Not. Go. Away. I had this pop up in my head while on a bus and then it kept bugging me until I wrote it so here it is.

It is a very weird fanfic I feel but it's for us Master fans and we're weird and they're weird so makes sense. It is not for one Master in particular; it is for the seven most notable ones, as noted in the notes. I apologize if you wanted more of one particular Master, I do want to make proper ones later but this needed to be the whole group of them.

This whole thing is set to "From Eden" by Hoizer, specifically the Mahogany Session version; I recommend listening to that song while reading this

Fandom: Doctor Who

Characters: The Master (Delgado, Crispy, Ainley, Jacobi/War, Simm, Missy, Dhawan), Reader (Time Lord)

Pairing: Master x Reader

Genre: Romance

Summary: It's a dance, through time, through space, through victories and through defeats. There is so few constants in the universe but you are his.)

It started at one.

He smiled at you in that charming, hypnotic way of his and you felt as if you could trust him to the ends of the universe. You knew deep in your bones that you would and as he offered his hand to you, you took it without a second of hesitation. Those burning eyes of his were upon you and only you; the music played around you and the Tardis hummed along but he seemed only interested in you.

You were his companion, the one and only. There were many for that other bleeding heart, the one who stood against him, the one who kept getting in the way, but you were a singular point and impossible to imitate, if your favorite danger was to be believed. You'd met him more than once, both monster and savior, and you found the man with the suave way of trying to bring upon domination far more interesting.

His smile, his voice, the way he held your hands in his as he danced with you, feeling his touch despite his gloves; his movements were playful but in every step graceful and calculated. There was control to it, to everything he did, and you could not help but trust him to take control, to be in command. Though you knew that the end result could only be trouble. At least you'd face it together.

It went to two.

He was broken, burnt, hurting. And there was a desperation that oozed from each and every pore of a dying body. Regeneration, revenge, survival, destruction, you understood and you followed along still.

But even death had time for a dance. His movements were far more sluggish and stiff, a body that could not move as well, as fast, as easily. But you saw still in his eyes the soul of the man you loved, the spirit of one who could not, would not, be held back by anything, not by imprisonment, not by defeat and surely not by something by as silly and unimportant as death.

The world around you was silent and hurting but you knew all the best ways to make music nevertheless. Though neither of you truly needed it when you were the ones doing it; his body might not be willing to do much but you didn't for a second doubt that he could handle any of this. There was nothing that a monster in the dark couldn't do if he truly tried, if he believed, if he persevered. And this monster certainly would continue on. A new life was not so far away you were sure and though some part of you felt sorry for the one who would be losing out, you really only cared as long as it meant that he would be able to smile and be who he always had been before.

The third lasted.

There was something wild in his eyes and you were uncertain whether to blame the planet you both barely survived escaping. There had always been something in his eyes, an edge of madness, a portion of danger that made your hearts beat all the faster because how you could not be allured by the subtleness in his smile.

But feral was never something you attributed to him before and it made this dance all the stranger and exciting. His hands held you like vices, he pulled you close and in that smile were sharp fangs ready to tear flesh and eat you alive. Yet not a drop of fear beat through your body and you held onto him as he led the dangerous movements of this dance, still controlled and elegant in some far more aggressive way.

He may never be the same, you thought to yourself as you noted the gold to his eyes, and he would never be himself again. He'd been changed in dangerous ways and it was a question not a guarantee that regeneration was coming if he faced it.

But death was ever just a small thing and temporary to him. In those bones that knew that you'd always trusted him, too was the knowledge that it didn't much better to you what changes came.

You smiled and followed him through every step of the dance, holding ever tight to him without fear.

Four came with tragedy.

The universe was burning and it wasn't his fault. The universe was dying and he wasn't the cause. These were strange things to think, to feel, and pain and fear finally found it's way not just into you but into him as well. And it colored those eyes in ways you never imagined.

This could be your last dance together and you both knew it so you were going to make it a good one. The song was the same as it had been at every other junction but it burned into your skin as he held you with a desperation that made you hurt so much.

None of this was your fault; if anyone it was theirs, those monsters who called him a monster, those beasts of stagnation that saw the universe as their toys and as worthless all at the same time. It was that bleeding heart who couldn't bring himself to do what was necessary even if it saved them a lot of heartache.

And now you'd lose your favorite and he'd lose you. But not a word of this passed either lips, held back by the taboo of weakness but you needed no audible words, not when you knew each other as well as you did.

He tried for elegance, as he had done for countless lives, but the wish not to let this actually end turned a waltz into something endless. Every time it could come to the last second he winced and forced the song to start again and you resisted the urge to rest your head against his chest. Because you already could hear his hearts breaking perfectly fine as you were, knowing this couldn't go on. It would end.

It revived in five.

An eternity came and went, in it's wake pain and loss. But fate couldn't keep you apart and you remembered the way the strange desperation in his eyes turned to relief as he forced his way into the hideway on the edge of nowhere you'd locked yourself away in. And though you had not recognized him at first, the way he pressed the pocket watch into your hands and made you open it, the way you felt everything you were meant to be return and the way you immediately realized who he was, who he had always been and always be.

Your mad feral monster and when you spoke his name he smiled with everything he had before doing as you always did, always would. He scooped you up and danced with you, he laughed and told you of what you missed, of the bleeding hearts' acts and his own and what chaos and death and suffering he had wrought. Of the pretty blonde woman he had seduced but oh, never fret, never fear, though he'd truly felt something deep in those broken hearts of his, you were still the one and only true companion to the monster. Proven right by betrayal, by pain and suffering, and he'd nearly burnt himself to death again but he'd won and he'd stolen what he needed from those who hurt him, had always hurt him. And then he came for you. Because you, you were the one good constant in his chaotic vicious cruel existence, and he wanted nothing more than to have you dancing with him once more, loving him despite every act he wrought upon the universe. And this made you feel so loved you forgot about eternity.

Six changed the dance.

She was beautiful, like a rose covered in thorns, like a drop of honey full of poison, like death itself. She smiled and she laughed and she danced about, the skirts of her dress twirling as she did so, her hair a controlled mess upon her head, her eyes glittering with the essence of true madness. And you wanted so bad to press your lips to hers because how could you, the monster's companion, ever, ever resist such a beautiful sight.

Her hand reached out to take yours and you held tight, drawing close and smiling warm as the sun to her ad you joined her. The world was in a tizzy, it always was though whenever she choose to make herself known, and the bleeding hearts would find his way there in no time but there was always time enough for a dance. You two had learned that so long ago that it was less a thought as it was an existence.

Yet something in your hearts told you that things were different, because she didn't seem as keen on the destruction as she was on seeing that troublemaker who always got in her way. Because there was a gentleness you couldn't explain or expect but who were you to ever deny your beloved monster the shards of goodness still left embedded in hearts broken over and over more?

Seven.....Seven....

She died. He woke up. And it seemed like everything had returned to the norm. But there was a childishness and playfulness and giddiness that you knew meant only trouble for the rest of the universe. The bleeding hearts had proven not enough, or maybe the monster had been lacking, but you were biased and you knew this to your core.

He took you by the hand and the song continued to be the same as it had been when he'd been elegant and when he'd been broken.

When he'd been feral and when he'd been afraid.

When he found you again and when she had been almost good.

And in this dance you found all of them, mixed and swirling, and in every way him and every way not. His eyes still burned but they burned in ways different than ever before; he laughed and it was cracks and edges. He schemed and he hoped and he acted and he hurt and killed and destroyed and this time it was his fault, every step of the way. He was the same, he was different, he was himself, he was not.

But still you smiled back at him and you reflected back all the ways you'd changed too, every day you'd spent with him, every time you'd found each other, lost each other, fought the bleeding hearts and every other force against you. And every time you danced.

Still you found, as the music continued, as he held you close, as he smiled and he whispered all his plans, as he tickled your ear with his voice, that one thing had not changed:

You still trusted him to the ends of the universe.

[plethora-of-imagines]

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

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

Delgado!Master:

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

Ainley!Master:

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

Simm!Master:

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

Missy:

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

Dhawan!Master:

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

[noforkingclue]

Could you do an Ainley!Master X reader where he sets a web and trap the reader in please!

Of course anon!

Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Talking

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Your head slumped forward as you hung limply in the air. The Master sighed as he slowly approached you. You were painfully easy to capture and really he had hoped for more of a challenge. The Master reached up and gently cupped your cheek, brushing a thumb over your cheekbone.

You were a puzzle. You had been travelling with the Doctor during his previous incarnation and really, this new Doctor didn’t really deserve you. The Doctor’s TARDIS was becoming far too crowded and with all those children he had to babysit would he really notice that you weren’t there? Besides, the Master needed you. He needed to know why you hadn’t left his mind since he first saw you all bundled up in the Doctor’s stupidly long scarf.

And now he had you all bound up. Hopefully that Doctor wouldn’t notice you were missing for some time. The puzzle he left him would keep him preoccupied for a while. After all, what was more important? Preventing the destruction of a planet or find one human who decided to go missing? The Doctor would probably think that you just went on a walk throughout his ancient TARDIS and got lost. Really, he should keep his humans on a leash.

You shifted slightly in your sleep and the Master quickly removed his hand. While he wanted to interrogate you he found that he actually quite liked watching you like this. There was a peacefulness about you that he knew would immediately disappear as soon as you were awake. While he found your attempts at put downs amusing, he wanted to savour this moment. He wondered if you were always this relaxed around the Doctor. At that thought he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy towards his rival.

The Doctor didn’t deserve you. The Doctor had so many humans, didn’t he deserve one of his own. Of course the Master knew that he could always persuade you to his side through more… alternative methods but he didn’t want to do that. He wanted to persuade you to join him without having to alter your mind. After all, it was one of his favourite things about you.

You shifted again and the Master couldn’t help but feel excited as your eyes slowly fluttered open. He took a step back and smirked up at you as you slowly woke up. It took you a second to realise that you weren’t in the safety of the Doctor’s TARDIS and when you saw the Master in front of you a familiar glare returned to your features.

“Master,” you spat, “Where am I?”

“Safe. For now.”

“If you’re using me to get to the Doctor it won’t work. He’ll find a way to rescue me.”

“Then why hasn’t he come for you yet? Would you like to know how long you’ve been in my care?”

There was a flicker of uncertainty that cross your face before you quickly masked it again.

“Don’t think I’ll fall for that,” you snapped, “I’m not an idiot.”

“I never said that you were,” the Master reached up nd grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his gaze, “now all I want to do is talk. Won’t you listen to your Master?”

[how-masterful]

31 Fics of Fright

Day 28- When A Black Cat Crosses Your Path

Ainley!Master X Reader

Prompt: Cat

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

Warnings: Suggestive Content

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Master chuckled quietly, settling against your touch.

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

Now it was your turn to laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you black cats are oh so lucky.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You will always be my Master.”

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

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

[bowtiesandflutes]

They Propose

First Doctor

You would be exploring a distant planet, and he would suddenly ask what you thought of marriage. Then when you returned to the TARDIS, you would find a velvet box on the bed and rush to the console room, grinning. You walked to the Doctor who was piloting the TARDIS and kissed his cheek. He would see the ring on your finger and know your answer. He smiled for a moment before clearing his throat, suppressing his smile. You could celebrate in private later.

Second Doctor

He took you to Gallifrey, breaking the law about humans in Gallifrey. You were walking through red grass as he told you stories of his childhood. You were in awe that he was sharing this with you, unaware that he had broken the law. He stopped on a cliff, looking out at the waves for a moment. You stared in awe while he quietly kneeled, taking out a ring from his pocket. He took your hand, and your eyes widened when you saw him on one knee.

“Y/N L/N,” He smiled up at you. You had legally changed your name back to your maiden name instead of Salamander, and it was a big step for it was the last thing you had of Ramon. “Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

You placed a hand over your chest, tears in your eyes as you nodded with a smile. “Yes!” He slid the ring on your finger and stood up, placing his hands on your cheek, and kissing you passionately.

You heard distant voices, and the Doctor grabbed your hand, pulling you as he ran. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re not supposed to be here. Humans aren’t allowed on Gallifrey.” He explained.

Your eyes widened, surprised that he had gone to such lengths to propose to you. Laughter left your lips as you ran hand in hand back to the TARDIS, and the Doctor quickly set the machine into flight before the guards reached the doors.

You giggled as you walked towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing his cheek. You knew life would only get more interesting as his wife.

Third Doctor

After work, you had entered the TARDIS and noticed how dark it was, calling out for the Doctor. Lights guided the way to where the Doctor stood, a smile on his lips, a candlelit dinner on the table.

You took off your jacket, smiling as you admired his work. He walked toward you and placed his hands on your arms, kissing your cheek. “Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary.” You placed a hand on his cheek, pecking his lips.

As you took your seats, he asked about your day, and once you had finished your meals, he took your hand across the table. He took the ring box from his pocket, and your eyes widened.

“I was thinking that this anniversary could become our wedding anniversary.” He said with a smile. “Will you marry me?”

Words failed you, so you nodded your head with tears in your eyes, and he slipped the ring on your finger. You leaned across to kiss him tenderly. Although you were upset, that you had to work on your anniversary, it couldn’t have ended better.

Fourth Doctor

It was a normal day, a new planet, a new species, and a new threat. You were contemplating your chances of survival when he suddenly spoke up, not looking up from what he was working on, “We should get married.”

You turned to him in shock, “What did you say?”

He looked up confidently, “We should get married.” His confidence wavered slightly when you didn’t speak, “If you want to, that is.”

You walked over to him, “This isn’t just because we could die here, is it?”

He shook his head, “Left pocket.” Your eyebrows furrowed before you reached into his pocket, looking at the velvet box. You smiled softly as you looked at him as he worked, reconstructing wires.

You put the ring on your finger and when he felt the cool metal against his cheek he knew your answer, smiling against your lips when you kissed him.

Fifth Doctor

You were getting changed and since you had no night clothes of your own, you stole his shirts. When you were looking for a shirt you found a velvet box, opening it up to see the ring inside.

“I should have chosen a better hiding place.”

You turned when he spoke up. “You like giving out mixed signals.” You laughed nervously.

He sighed as he took the ring box from you. “I know. And I apologize. But if I’ve realized one thing these past few months it’s that falling in love with you was inevitable. And although you might not be with this version of me, I will always love you. Even if I walk with a different face, that will never change.” He took the ring from the box and took hold of your hand, “Will you be my wife?”

You pretended to think for a moment and he smiled softly when you nodded, slipping the ring on your finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly.

Sixth Doctor

He showed his nerves through his remarks, but when Perrie left he went silent and you knew better than to ask questions. He landed the TARDIS and looked at you expectantly, and when you asked about Perrie he shook his head and left.

You followed him out of the TARDIS after leaving a note for Perrie, pausing when you saw the jungle outside. You walked through the trees to find him by a pond, the water a glittering blue.

“What is this place?”

“Paradise.”

You giggled, standing beside him, looping your arm with his. “I meant the planet.”

“I was referring to you. Wherever you are.”

“Smooth.” You smiled teasingly, “What did you do?”

“I can give compliments without an ulterior motive.”

You hummed and he smiled when you wrapped your arms around his neck. “What’s going on with you today? You were snappy with Perrie - more than usual.”

He sighed, taking out the velvet box from his pocket. “I bought this on Sahalo 5.��� Your eyes widened when you saw the ring inside. “And I haven’t found the right way to ask…” He handed you the box and you admired the ring.

“Will you marry me?”

He nodded, “Yes. But not for the reasons you think.” He added when your face fell, believing it was because he was unsure of your relationship. “You and I have been and seen so much together. Endured the unimaginable. Yet you stayed. And I don’t know why.”

You smiled softly, “Because, despite your rough edges, you’re a good man. And I love you. Do you love me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then…” You handed him the box, “I believe you have something to ask me, Doctor.”

He took your hand and you smiled when he kneeled on one knee, “Y/N,” You giggled at the dramatic way he said your name, “will you marry this sarcastic,”

“Rude,”

“Hey, steady on.” He said with a smile.

“Yes.” You smiled.

He looked at you for a moment.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He smiled widely, slipping the ring on your finger, and standing up to kiss you.

Seventh Doctor

He took you to the first planet you visited and it was a trip down memory lane, seeing how far you had come and how things have changed between you. He proposed to you on a hill, and when you returned to the TARDIS Ace eagerly awaited the sight of the ring the Doctor had shown her weeks before, on your finger.

Eighth Doctor

He proposed to you as you admired the stars, and you celebrated with a glass of wine. He held your hand as you talked for hours, his thumb brushing over the ring, loving the feeling of it on your finger.

War Doctor

He didn’t get the chance to propose before he regenerated.

Ninth Doctor

You returned from a chaotic adventure and as you got showered and changed, the Doctor realized that he couldn’t wait any longer. You found him in the console room, looking at something in his hand that you couldn’t see. His leather jacket was still dirty from your trip.

“Everything okay?” Your voice startled him and he turned, holding the ring between his thumb and index finger. “Is that -”

“Marry me.” He blurted out. “I mean, will you marry me?”

You smiled once you recovered from the shock, nodding, “Yes.”

He visibly relaxed, smiling as he walked closer, placing the ring on your finger. His hands fell to your waist, pulling you into a kiss.

Tenth Doctor

You were in Tudor times when Henry VIII reigned and as he brought up his wives, he asked how you felt about marriage. While you talked, you missed his smile as you explained how you felt about marriage.

“We should get married.” He suggested casually, looking around.

You stopped walking, “What?”

“I’m saying we should get married.” He said, turning to you with a smile.

He then rambled nonsense you couldn’t pay attention to and when you fled to the TARDIS from guards, he said, “Just think, you’d have more of this to look forward to.”

You squealed when you fell down when he sent the TARDIS into flight, the Doctor landed beside you on his back, laughing. You heard something fall out of his pocket and found a ring box. He leaned on his elbow with a grin and you realized he was serious earlier.

“I know it’s not romantic -”

You kissed him with a smile on your lips, pulling away moments later. “Yes. Yes! I’ll marry you!”

He grinned wildly until steam came from the console. He pulled you to your feet and you giggled as he ran his thumb over the ring on your finger, a smile on his lips.

“First you need to save our lives.”

“Oh right.” He remembered the situation and you shook your head fondly, helping him pilot the TARDIS to safety.

Eleventh Doctor

River brought up marriage and you asked if the Doctor got married in the future. She winked at you and said, “Spoilers,” an answer that you took for a yes. But as he stood across from you, in front of a pyramid you finally understood what she meant.

He had spoken to you about marriage before but you thought it was a hypothetical question. So you told him you’d like to go to ancient Egypt and he had taken note of this.

“Y/N?” He chuckled, seeing you had frozen in shock.

You realized he had knelt down and felt his hand take yours.

“Will you marry me?”

You nodded, unable to speak and he stood up with a grin, placing the ring on your finger. You placed your hand on his cheek, smiling up at the bow tie-wearing timelord.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Twelfth Doctor

He wasn’t as affectionate as the others. When asked about his feelings for you, he would say, “I told you I loved you.”

“Yeah, once.” You smiled at him fondly while Clara shook her head, shocked.

“If anything changed I’d let you know.”

So the proposal came as a surprise. Not only was it emotional and romantic, but he told you he loved you and brought you into an embrace, kissing you tenderly.

Thirteenth Doctor

She had gotten the ring in her past incarnation but never had a chance to ask the question. You were wide awake, while the others had collapsed on their beds and spoke about your history, laughing at a few stories.

She told you how grateful she was for how accepting you were. She told you she loved you and awkwardly brought up the ring. You were shocked and as she rambled, a smile formed on your lips.

“Well, for the record, if you asked, I would have said yes.” You told her.

She reached into her pocket and revealed the ring box. “Good thing I held onto it then.”

Fourteenth Doctor

He had planned it for a while and when you arrived home you found him in the Tardis, the lights were out, and he kneeled in the middle of a circle of lit candles.

"You are a remarkable woman. And I would follow you anywhere if you'll let me?"

Delgado!Master

He surprised you with dinner and before dessert, he took your hand and showed you the ring. You smiled softly, seeing his usual confidence was absent tonight.

“Of course, I’ll marry you.”

He smiled, eyes brightening as he placed the ring on your finger. He kissed your knuckles and you leaned across the table to peck his lips.

Ainley!Master

He had mentioned Gallifrey once and his tone told you that you should never ask again so you didn’t. But to see his home planet was the moment he promised you that he wouldn’t hold anything back, to be completely honest with you.

He proposed to you above Gallifrey and told you one day he would take you there, as his bride.

Roberts!Master

He never got the chance to propose before his demise.

Jacobi!Master

You had survived the time war miraculously and when he decided to go into hiding as a human, you programmed your memories as friends and as you helped him at the Silo, love bloomed and he proposed to you one night in the lab.

Simm!Master

He made a spectacle of it. You were attending an event that would increase his power and bring him one step closer to glory. You never liked these events but you enjoyed the time you spent with him, dancing and laughing. He stopped the small orchestra and you turned when you heard him calling for everyone’s attention.

“Y/N, come here.” You smiled faintly, sending confused glances his way as you stood beside him.

He proposed to you in front of the crowd, giving a speech, thanking you for always being by his side. You teared up as you whispered yes, nodding your head and he put the ring on your finger, intertwining your fingers as he stood up to kiss you.

Missy

You were lying in bed, reminiscing when she blurted out, “Marry me.”

You looked at her questioningly but she only repeated it.

“You’re serious.” You lifted your head from her shoulder, leaning on your elbow.

She nodded, “Yes.”

You smiled brightly, “Okay. Okay, I’ll marry you.” You leaned down to kiss her, smiling into the kiss.

Dhawan!Master

He proposed to you one night you sat on the porch, watching the sun go down. His TARDIS resided on a beautiful landscape and it was peaceful out of the city, just the two of you.

“I could sit here forever.” You sighed dreamily.

He smiled at you, taking the box out of his pocket. “We could.”

You looked at him, eyebrows knitting it together. “What?”

“We could stay here. Together.” He stood up, taking your hand as he knelt in front of you. Your eyes widened, catching his meaning. “Will you do me the utmost honour, and become my wife?”

“Yes!” You replied a second later, causing him to chuckle fondly, placing the ring on your finger. You nearly tackled him in a hug and he smiled as he cupped your cheek, pressing his lips to yours.

Jamie McCrimmon

You had an arranged marriage so you knew that when you were formally introduced for the first time that he would propose. You were sitting in your garden when he arrived and he took a deep breath before approaching you.

He greeted you with a smile and you returned it, although it didn’t reach your eyes. He took your hands as you stood up and you stared up at him, admiring his gentle features.

“Will you be my wife?” He squeezed your hands, easing his nerves.

“I will.” You smiled softly.

Jamie looked at your father who approached, congratulating you both.

Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart

He took you out for dinner, arriving home early from work. You went for a walk afterward and as you were walking he suddenly knelt on one knee and you gasped when you saw the ring. He smiled when you said yes, standing up to slip the ring on your finger.

Mike Yates

You had found the ring box in his dresser and he had come home, finding you with the ring. He stammered for a few moments before taking it from you, “Not how I planned but…” He knelt on one knee and took your hand, smiling up at you. “Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

You nodded, smiling as he slipped the ring on your finger.

Alydon

News hadn’t spread about his broken arrangement with Dyoni yet but Alydon didn’t waste a second as he raced over to find you as you trained. You looked at the panting leader with a raised eyebrow, as he stopped in front of you.

“Marry me.”

Your eyes widened, unable to speak. Alydon quickly filled the silence.

“I am no longer promised to Dyoni. I know what I want and as a leader, I get to decide.” He stood a little taller, “And if I have to spend the rest of my life with someone I want it to be with you.”

“You make it sound so damning.” You smiled.

“Not if I get to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said, placing a hand on your cheek. “Marry me?”

You nodded, smiling brightly when his lips met yours, placing a hand on his chest.

Rory Williams

It was a foolish idea to tell Amy that he planned on proposing. She had taken over and at first, Rory was hesitant. It was odd that his ex-wife was planning where he would propose but when he saw the familiar street he couldn’t form words on how to thank her or the Doctor. The two left to explore your hometown and you enjoyed being home again, sitting on a hill eating fruit as you reminisced about memories you shared with Rory there.

He took the ring from his pocket and cleared his throat, kneeling on the ground. You turned to look at him, eyes widening when you saw the ring.

“I swear that every day I will care for you. Love you. Protect you. You left your home for me and I can’t thank the stars enough that you did because I don’t know what my life would be like without you in it. I get scared thinking about it…” he cleared his throat, realizing he was rambling. “Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

You wiped a tear that fell on your cheek and Rory frowned. “Sorry -” He paused when you kissed him, erasing his doubts.

“Of course, I’ll marry you.” You smiled when you pulled away. He placed the ring on your finger and kissed you tenderly, pulling away when Amy and The Doctor emerged, clapping and cheering.

Ian Chesterton

You both wanted to leave the Tardis for weeks. You felt you had more to live back on Earth, a life planned out with marriage and kids that could never happen on the Tardis. You had laid in bed talking about what your life would be if you were on Earth and Ian said he would propose to you, and the only reason he hadn’t right now was that he didn’t have a ring.

When you returned to Earth, weeks after settling into a normal life without aliens and different planets every day, Ian planned a romantic dinner. He held your hand as he knelt beside your chair, holding an open ring box in his hand.

“Will you marry me?” He asked with a smile.

“Yes!” You nodded, biting your lip when he slipped the ring on your finger. You both stood up and he wrapped his arms around you, dipping you slightly as he kissed you.

[themasterisathirsttrap]

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

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

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

Delgado!Master

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

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

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

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

Especially in front of his oldest enemy

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

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

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

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

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

Ainley!Master

Hardcore embraces it

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

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

Smug

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hollowempire]

Words || Ainley!Master x Reader

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

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

Word count: 1,182

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t call me that.” he spat.

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

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

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

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

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

“And time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Drabble #1

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

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

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

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

"Really?"

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

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

You turned and walked away.

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

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

[simp-for-the-masters]

I can't help but think the Master/Missy would actually love an autistic reader. Straight forward, speaks their mind, yet when it comes to social situations they will depend on the the Master/Missy... and let's be honest, they love it when their companion is at least somewhat dependable on them.

100%!

[flybi91]

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

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

[plethora-of-imagines]

Hi,

Could you write some headcanons for how the different Versions of the Master/Missy would be reacting to the reader telling them they love them for the first time during a heated argument?

Delgado!Master:

He freezes in shock for several moments. The argument abandoned.

You love him.

Well that changes some things... Not really but it does allow him to finally put his own feelings into words in his thoughts.

One could claim you won that argument as he doesn't continue it until ages later.

Ainley!Master:

Of course you do. And he loves you too or else why would he even put up with this argument.

If he didn't love you he wouldn't bother with this long argument. He would have just killed you.

He would have preferred the exchange to occur when the two of you were not in an argument but oh well.

Simm!Master:

Oh do you now? How cute!

Shame that it won't help your argument. He is right and he will get you to admit that.

Loving him won't change that you are clearly wrong and your Master is right.

The argument continues but he teases you enough that you have no hopes left of winning it.

Missy:

Oh she knows. You are ever so obvious about it.

The whole world, nay the universe knows about it

Now be quiet and listen to her tell you how wrong you were.

Dhawan!Master:

Scowls at you for trying to distract him from his argument

Scolding you for attempting to stop the argument with your fake confession

When you do convince him that it was the truth he is overjoyed.

Playfully pouting and saying that now you have to let him win your little fight or he will be sad.

You can't ruin your cute confession by making him sad!

[noforkingclue]

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

Of course I do anon!

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

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

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

[how-masterful]

31 Fics of Fright

Day 16- The Perks of Being Stranded

Ainley!Master X Reader

Prompt: Autumn

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

Warnings: None

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How revolutionary, spices in the Autumn.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s a Kittling?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bowtiesandflutes]

What Clothing You/They Steal

First Doctor

His hat. You wore it when it was snowing and ever since you have worn it everywhere. You hid it in your wardrobe knowing he would steal it back if he knew you had taken it.

Second Doctor

His fur coat. It was large on you and even when the Doctor wore it he could wrap you inside with him. Whenever you went to a cold climate you wore the coat and the Doctor loved seeing it on you.

Third Doctor

His cloak. He had found you many times striking poses in the mirror with it.

Fourth Doctor

His scarf. He had caught you wearing it one day, as you looked in the mirror and now and then he would wrap it around your neck to keep you warm.

Fifth Doctor

His hat. You were always talking it off his head and he quickly learned you weren’t easily deterred.

Sixth Doctor

You steal his coat. He had put it over your shoulders one day when you were cold and now he could never seem to find it. When you walk out wearing it, he would smile, and adjust the lapels.

Seventh Doctor

His blazer. You felt it added to your outfits.

Eighth Doctor

His trench coat. You liked it so much he bought you an identical trench coat to his old one so he could have his back now you had matching jackets.

War Doctor

His jacket. It was large on you but you liked the warmth and security it gave you.

Ninth Doctor

His jumpers. They fitted loosely and you liked wearing them to bed. And when he saw you in his clothes it was hard for him to deny you.

Tenth Doctor

His blazers. You had picked one off the floor after an interesting night and ever since you found reasons to wear them.

Eleventh Doctor

His shirts. You would wear them to bed, and match them in an outfit. He knew where they were disappearing to, but never complained, only smiling at the sight of you in his clothes.

Twelfth Doctor

His jacket. You would hide it for a few days, listening to his complaints and pretending you didn’t know where it had gotten to. Then you would wear it and he knew you had stolen it.

He shook his head, holding his hand out. You smiled and took his hand. “Don’t be cute. I want the jacket.”

You rolled your eyes, handing it to him.

Thirteenth Doctor

Her braces. She had many but she always knew when you had taken one, though she never commented on it.

Fourteenth Doctor

His shirts. He experimented with many different looks and you would steal a few to wear around the house, not that he complained as he enjoyed the view.

Delgado!Master

His gloves. He had taken you to a cold climate and you had stolen one of his spares set. He never noticed they were gone.

Ainley!Master

His jacket. Despite the teasing he received about his wardrobe, you were always stealing his jacket.

Roberts!Master

His leather jacket. He had found your husband’s clothes dull and returned hours later with a new wardrobe. You loved the leather jacket as it was as dramatic as he was. He had found you on two occasions, asleep wearing the jacket on the sofa.

Jacobi!Master

His waistcoat. You would pair it with one of your shirts to switch up your outfit.

Simm!Master

His shirts. You always stole them when he stayed the night and he loved the way you looked in them he never wanted them back.

Missy

She would steal your dresses when she was first experimenting with her outfit.

Dhawan!Master

His hat. You had jokingly tipped the hat at him and he knew from the way you smiled he was never getting it back.

Jamie McCrimmon

His shirts. They were loose on your frame and you had stolen one of his shirts without him knowing so you could use it to sleep in.

Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart

His scout cap. You were putting clothes in the wardrobe when you found it and Alistair had found you posing in the mirror.

Mike Yates

His military jacket. You would wear it outside if there was a cool breeze to hang out the washing and when he was due to head back to UNIT he would rush around looking for it, only to find you had taken it.

Alydon

His cloak. He would drape it over your shoulders to keep you warm and you started stealing it to keep warm. He never minded as he was pleased you were coming out of your shell more.

Rory Williams

You steal his hoodies. He always knew to look in your dresser if he couldn’t find a hoodie, finding you had stolen them all.

Ian Chesterton

His cardigans. You wore them with outfits, wore them to bed and Ian would sigh fondly, knowing that if he couldn’t find one you had taken it.

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omg omg ok ok, i'm watching it would be classic and when Ainley appeared! Master, OMG he exhales purely DOM energy, he's so charming, I'm a hundred percent sure if I was with doc five, I couldn't resist going to master, before he asked me to kneel I would already kneel.