#Delgado!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.

[daydreaming-of-doctor-who]

~Alexa, play Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood~

So, hi 😬

Can we imagine a teen reader being the 3rd doctor's and the Delgado master’s companion? Like, would be nice to see them bickering about how dangerous a place can be for him/her and (s)he’s like: don’t fight, divorce parents

A/N: THIS IS PERFECTION! You know they would be such 'dad's.' I mean, they already act it with Jo!

Teen!Reader being the Third Doctor's and Delgado!Master's Companion:

They may be best enemies, but when it comes to you, their teenage companion who is practically like a child to them both, they come together like the concerned divorced papa's they are.

It starts with you almost getting yourself into a dangerous situation and one of them telling you: NO.

Then it follows with them both bickering with each other over how to better teach you, or watch over you, or what's best for you, or how to should learn, etc.

"The best way for Y/N to learn is to experience it for themselves."

"No, no. Guidance is what Y/N needs. They need someone watching and--"

"Y/N's gone! Where have they gone now?!"

You got bored of listening to them bicker with one another again, so you went to find something more entertaining.

It's weird knowing one of them is trying to (maybe) sometimes kill the other. Honestly, it's not quite sure if the Master wants to kill the Doctor or not, or they just need to really talk out their problems.

At least you know the Master doesn't mean for you to get involved in his plans with the Doctor. It just...happens?!

One of them is teaching you how to be environmentally friendly towards the planet and protect it. The other, is teaching you how to set traps and use people or things to your advantage.

Life's even more confusing, but at least one thing is certain: You've been adopted by two Time Lords who are divorced and will also probably be the safest person in 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)

[how-masterful]

Chaos

Missy X Reader, Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary: It's a late night after an eventful day, and in your exhaustion you muse about the Master and his chaos. But the chaos is seemingly just beginning. Notes: Here we are! The fourth annual birthday fic in a row for @plethora-of-imagines! And my first fic in a while! It's been both fun and frustrating getting back into writing, but i'm pretty happy with how this turned out- and where i'm planning for it to go! Don't worry plethora, you'll get your joust soon! Enjoy! (Also reader note, there's mention of Delgado!Master X Reader in here too, just in case that's not your thing!)

To finally rest your head upon a pillow was bliss. The aches and pains of the day that held tight within your bones seemed to melt into the plush duvet, dispersing from your body and leaving you nothing more than an exhausted husk. Today, as ever, had been far more eventful than any plan the Master's brain (or brains? You still weren't so sure about that one) could create. 

It seemed these days, even the simplest of visits would end in a universe threatening scenario- whether it was indeed the Master threatening the universe himself was often a flip of a coin. Chaos trailed behind the Master like a shadow, a tangible shred in the fabric of the universe. No matter his reason for visiting, whatever planet he dared to step his foot onto could never be left in the same state. His compulsion for chaos prevented it. He left destruction like footprints in the sand.

You adored it. You adored him. But some days the chaos felt just that- chaos. A heavy weight that made you crave nothing more than a good night's rest.

You sighed deep into your pillow, turning onto your side as you let out a hefty sigh. Even today, what had started as a simple visit to a museum had ended with utter destruction and you being banished from a whole subsection of space. The Master had, perhaps overnight, developed a strong passion for the correct and morally appropriate relocation of artifacts to their home planets, instead of keeping them in museums on the opposite side of space. From memory, you recalled musing about how strange this new desire was, how… benevolent. The shelves in his own office were crammed and sagging in the middle from the weight of all his stolen keepsakes. Since when was he so bothered about things being where they belonged?

Then you noticed the dangerous twinkle in his eye, his hand stretching outwards to grasp hold of your own, his electrifying touch leading you down the exhibition hall and towards the large glass cabinet housing a weapon of, when put bluntly, targeted mass destruction on a single planetary scale. 

The Master's moral mission to return the artifact had been nothing more than a vehicle for destruction-the weapon was specially designed to implode the planet the moment it made contact with its unique outer crust, which was why the museum across the stars kept it in the first place. To prevent destruction. To show the universe such chaos must be prevented. Be contained. But with the shatter of glass, and a dastardly smile, the Master had taken it into his hands to wipe that planet from the map. 

“That's what they get for working with the Grand Serpent.”

He’d grinned, watching the fire from the safety of his TARDIS, one hand upon your thigh, another bringing his teacup to his lips. He’d never been fond of that slimy old copycat. You’d smiled and sipped from your own cup in return, the curl of smoke in your nostrils a familiar and oddly comforting smell. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, the darkness of your own head far more comforting than the darkness of the room. Sleep had begun to sink deep within your limbs, a welcomed relaxation as opposed to your mental debate.

The chaos, as he’d once said, was a wonderful thing. It was routine yet also unique, that strange unicorn of a lifestyle that tinged the edges of everything you knew. Chaos brewed itself in the smallest of fashions and grandest of scales. Cushions that didn’t match, eclectic mugs that filled up the cabinets, mountains of books yanked from the library and piled in precarious structures, minefields of abandoned and temperamental experimental devices that could go off at any moment scattered around the various labs in the TARDIS.

But it shone deep from within the Master's eyes, his deep browns a perilous vortex you could find yourself falling into at a moment's notice, never wishing to crawl free of him. He was a harbinger of chaos, a walking weapon of catastrophe, anarchy at his fingertips. He could send your body and soul into a frenzy as easy as destroying a dynasty. You could never want him any less.

Sometimes, however, it all became too much to handle. You needed much more rest than the Timelord could bring himself to want, need or take with the amount of adrenaline running through his system. With a kiss to your forehead, a promise to return, and a request to take full advantage of the luxuriously comfy hotel bed, the Master had returned to the labyrinth you’d lovingly called ‘The Timeline Club’- once more meeting with his former self to discuss new business. Business it was essential they’d both be able to remember.

The other Master had started to become a more prevalent part of your existence, arriving to join your plans on occasion, arriving to join your more personal excursions even more. The Master, your Master, with his wide smile and eyes that could soften to a dangerously innocent doe eyed look, had taken such pride in how willing you were to get to know his former self… intimately. A boost to the ego that could never be matched: No matter what body he was in, it seemed you were destined to find it ridiculously attractive- and you weren’t inclined to argue with his hypothesis, considering the other Masters' visits often ended in you providing damning evidence.

The long curtains that hung beside the wide window began to softly sway, caught in a gentle breeze as your brain began to slow, allowing your thoughts to soften. You’d once suggested to your Master, well, Masters now, that you'd felt an ‘off’ button to your brain would be far more effective in getting the amount of sleep you needed when running on such a tight schedule. Your younger Master (definitely younger, despite looking like he should have been the older Master- much like the brains, it was awfully confusing) had a penchant for that sort of thing, his words were able to guide you to such a wonderful rest in less than a minute. Hard as you tried, no sleep you could muster on your own had yet compared to his.

Making a space for him had been almost as easy as breathing. He was so different to your Master, so refined and stoic, yet the hold he had upon you was exactly the same. Your apprehension upon your first meeting had disappeared with the same ease that your mind had now disappeared into a needed slumber. 

That was, until, you heard it. Your eyes barely cracked open at the familiar groan. The groan of the TARDIS, wheezing and phasing into existence. The breeze upon the curtains had swelled into a storm, the fabric billowing as the furniture began to lightly rattle, the cool wind snatching away the warmth of sleep you’d worked so hard to find. 

You sat up slowly in bed, pushing the covers back with balled fists as the TARDIS finally materialized upon the far wall of the hotel room, taking the shape of an elaborate wardrobe, swirling carvings of hissing snakes deep within the mahogany wood.

“Master,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes. “You said you’d be hours, I've only just got in bed.”

The door to the wardrobe swung open, light piercing through the gap and bathing the room in a fierce purple glow. You squinted hard, your eyebrows furrowing. The Master's tardis had a red console unit light.

“Did you change the console room again?” You mumbled, rolling your shoulders. The ache from earlier in the day had finally returned to your joints.

There came no reply from within. Except for the slow click of high heels upon metal inching closer and closer.

“Master?”

“Not quite.”

A figure emerged, bathed in shadow, breaking the glow of the TARDIS with her silhouette. Her voice, a Scottish lilt, made your eyes snap wide open.

“But you’re not far off.”

The other wardrobe door opened, and the figure stepped out of the TARDIS and into the light. Her long brown hair was fashioned into a messy updo of curls, her piercing eyes precisely lined with deep black liner. A pale broach sat perfectly within her white collar upon her throat, her long purple skirt covered by a matching purple jacket, the tops of her sleeves puffing out like a victorian. She smiled darkly with her red rouged lips, brandishing a slender black umbrella in one hand, its metal tip digging into the carpet.

“My my, what big eyes you have.” She teased, stepping closer in her black leather heels.

“All the better to gawk and say ‘what the hell is going on?’ without actually saying anything.”

You inched back slowly, hand carefully creeping towards your phone on the nightstand. The intruder's gaze caught you immediately. She tutted lightly, before raising the umbrella in her grasp and aiming it at your phone. With a loud hiss, the phone jumped from the table and clattered to the floor, an involuntary yelp escaping you.

“That’ll do you no good, dearie.” She teased, shaking her head.

“There's no use calling him, there's no danger. He wouldn’t be so self sabotaging. I should know.”

“Who are you?” You snapped.

The intruder giggled, raising her free hand teasingly to her lips.

“Oh, he hasn’t told you? Typical men, always wanting to keep their shiny things to themselves. Such a boys club, isn’t it?”

“Answer the question.”

“I am!” The intruder replied, gesturing exasperatedly.

“No, you’re really not.”

“Uh, I really am. I’m providing indirect answers through context clues masked with sarcastic commentary! C’mon poppet, you’re letting the side down here.”

You pressed your lips together in a tight line, narrowing your gaze towards the strange woman.

The intruder sighed dramatically, placing her hands on her hips.

“Wow. He really didn’t tell you who I am? I’m offended. Seriously, totally offended. You’d think after promising to let you meet me A YEAR AGO he’d fill you in on the deetz- but no, you’ve been running around making whoopee with the silver fox for months, far too distracted to come and visit little old me!”

You opened your mouth to ask more questions, when memory got to you first. It was a partial haze, the image muddied by alcohol and exhilaration, yet you could still make out the shapes. One year ago you’d visited the Timeline Club for the first time- a year ago, you’d met your other Master for the first time. After your… antics… the Master, your Master, had carried you out and mentioned something about-

“Workshopping…” You said aloud. The intruder tilted her head like a curious cat.

“He’d said he’d be workshopping it… he said I needed to meet…”

The intruder stepped forward, reaching the edge of the bed and smirking expectantly. You looked up, awe slowly spreading across your features. You gasped softly, the tension falling from your shoulders.

“You’re… Missy?”

The Timelady hummed in approval, her hand reaching to cup your chin with her fingertips, lifting your face to meet her gaze.

“That’s Mistress to you right now, pet. We’re still getting to know each other.”

You gaped up at her, unable to pull your eyes away. You could see it within her eyes, that familiar twinkle of danger. It was the same one you saw in your Master's eyes.

“Now come along, we’ve much bonding to do, so little time.”

Missy preened, bringing her face closer to your own, leaning across the edge of the bed.

“I’ve been so looking forward to getting my hands on you, poppet. Those boys have been keeping too short a leash on you.”

The Mistress chuckled, booping the end of your nose with her fingertip.

“Now it’s my turn to have some fun.”

Missy grinned down at you. And in that smile, you saw the familiar storm of chaos.

[noforkingclue]

Hi, I absolutely love reading your fics, may I please request a Delgado!Master x reader. Where the reader is not in a good mood after their date stood them up, the reader gets kidnapped by the master who then finds out what happend to the reader. So they decide to hypnotise the reader to forget what happened or that they even met the person who stood them up and then uses the TCE on the person who stoop the reader up.

If you're not comfortable then it's all good. I hope that you have a nice day/evening and keep up with the amazing content.

Note: requests are currently closed

Of course anon! Hope you like it :)

Title: Smiling Again

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You evening was only getting worse.

You had a shitty evening with your date standing you up. You had gone back to UNIT HQ because you couldn’t stand the idea of going back to your empty flat. Unfortunately for you that had resulted in you getting kidnapped by the Doctor’s best enemy.

“You are awfully quite there my dear,” said the Master, not looking up from his console, “anything on your mind.”

“Why do you care? You didn’t kidnap me for the company.”

The Master paused to briefly look at you over his shoulder before turning back to his work.

“What makes you say that?” he said eventually

You frowned slightly and shifted from where you were sitting on the floor.

“I’m just another human,” you muttered, “and not a particularly interesting one at that. Who would want to spend time with me.”

This time the Master turned his back on the console. He folded his arms and looked down at you.

“Is that a hint of bitterness I detect.” He said

“You tell me.”

The Master walked slowly towards you before kneeling down in front of you. You had pulled your knees up to your chest and had rested your chin on them. You raised your eyebrows at him and the Master reached forward to grasp your chin. You tried to move away but the Master was quicker. He held your chin tightly and forced you to look into his eyes.

“Tell your Master what happened.” He said calmly

“N… No.”

“Tell me.”

“I… I don’t want to.”

“You do,” he said, “Don’t fight it. Give into me.”

“I… I… I was going on a date.”

The Master frowned not liking the idea of you seeing someone who wasn’t him.

“And?” he prompted

“I was meant to be going on a date,” your voice was soft a dreamy, “I got stood up. Shouldn’t be a surprise really. Who would want to date someone like me.”

“Enough,” the Master cut you off, “Enough. Now sleep, my human. Sleep and let your Master fix everything.”

Your eyes fluttered shut and you gave one last glare at the Master before you reluctantly succumbed to his hypnosis. Your head slumped against his chest and the Master smiled as he stroked your hair. He pressed a soft kiss as he pulled you into his arms and couldn’t help but think how well you fitted against him. He smiled as he thought about what he was going to do to your supposed date.

Whatever he was going to do it was going to be slow and painful and will only end with his shrunken body.

But that won’t happen for several hours.

He was sure that was going to make you smile again.

[buggyboba]

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There are only 3 days left until kinktober and I am screaming, but enough about me, this is the general taglist for my kinktober set, this is for all of them, if you just want to be tagged for the whole challenge, if you want to be tagged for certain ones just let me know either in replies or message. The masterlist/prompt list is here [ x ]

The pairings that are listed are in two categories, canon x canon ships, and then Canon x Reader ships. The Canon ships are: River x Doctor (there are a few, 13 & 11) Thoshei ( 13 x Dhawan!master, 14 & Simm!Master, 3 x Delgado)

The Canon x Reader Ships are: Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x Reader The Doctor (10, 11, 12, 14) x Reader The Master (Simm!master, Missy, Dhawan!Master) x Reader River x Doctor (11) x Reader Master (Simm!Master) x Missy x Reader The Doctor (12) x Missy x Reader

[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.

[fuckyeahthemaster]

Hello my dear friend! I am currently in a awful mood as I am sick. I humbly request that I could have Dhawan!master or Delgado!master or both, both is good, to look after me. I am a disaster of a human and need my master. Thank you for your time to read this and if you wish to ignore it I am perfectly fine with it. Have a good day.

Why not both?! I think both is good too! <3

Okay, but lets talk about how caring both Masters would be towards you when you're sick, cause they can't have their companions feeling down.

Delgado!Master:

Sure, he may be currently messing around with UNIT, coming up with plans he is confident will help him take over the Earth, and failing miserably, but he’s also there whenever you need him.

And you coming down sick actually puts a wrench in his plans because although he won’t admit it, he will be worried sick over you the whole time. 

It might even cause him to slip up and get captured by the Doctor & UNIT. 

That’s bad because then he can’t take care of you too. Humans are far TOO fragile and you need his help.

So, he’ll either plan his escape to get back to you or trick convince the Doctor to check up on you, but only with him tagging along to just give them the slip up in the end.

But if it calls for it, he will let UNIT take you if it means you’ll get better faster. After all, they have a medical facility. But he would like for you to remain by his side despite not being the best at showing it.

He’s got a reputation to uphold after all, and hides his emotions behind it. 

However, despite getting captured or almost killed, one thing is for sure: he will always return back to the TARDIS to greet you and watch over you. 

Plus, UNIT was kind enough to give him some medical supplies to help you get better. He totally stole them. 

Dhawan!Master:

This Master is more open to expressing his emotions, so PDA and a reputation to uphold is not a thing with him. 

After all, he’s got nothing left to lose at this point in his life, except you, which terrifies him.

He’s seriously cuddling you, holding you close, and nursing you back to health himself. 

He’s also possessive. No one touches his human, except himself. 

With all the books cluttered around his TARDIS, Dhawan!Master is the one most likely to pull out a book and pull some remedies from it. 

Even if it involves going to another planet and grabbing some ingredients, he’ll happily burn down one to do so. 

You’re all he has left in the universe. You’re the only thing he is certain of. 

After all, he thought he knew his best friend and himself once, but the Matrix revealed the truth: that he didn’t. 

You’ll make it through this with him by your side. He’ll make sure of that. 

[sessa23]

Therapy Sessions

(Various Master's x reader)

Description: The reader attends therapy sessions due to traumas that occurred in their life and  but one day they go to attend therapy and find that they have a new therapist, Dr. Retsam

Disclaimer: I have never been to a therapist so I will be writing this based on therapy session in movies, tv ect. I hope my interpretation is correct

You were sitting in the waiting room, you were reading a book as you waited for your appointment. The receptionist walked into the waiting room "Y/N?"  They called. You nodded as you stood up and followed the receptionist "Now I'm afraid Dr. Retsam will be taking over from Dr. Jones." The receptionist stated as they walked beside you "how come?" You asked

" Dr.Jones no longer works here" the receptionist replied as you arrived at the door. You sighed and knocked on the door "come in" You opened the door "hello I'm Y/N.." A voice spoke "ah yes, do sit down." You closed the door before walking over to the sofa.

A man walked into the room where you were, the man was wearing black glasses with piercing dark eyes. salt and pepper hair and he had a dark goatee. He had a black suit with black leather gloves. "Hello my dear, I'm  Dr Retsam. I do apologise but I was just putting some files away. Please have a seat"

You sat down on the black leather sofa and Dr Retsam sat down in his chair facing you. "I understand you have been attending therapy with Dr Jones for quite some time."

"Yes that's correct." You stated as you fiddled with your hands. "I started going to Dr. Jones after an incident that occurred when I was young and a few more incidents since then. Dr. Jones said that none of the incidents happened."

Dr Retsam sat back in his chair "tell me about the incidents." He responded as he looked up from his note pad. You looked at him "where do you want me to start?" He lowered his glasses "start from the first incident."

[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%!

[iwouldfuckthemaster]

On a basis of least to most slutty, please rate the incarnations of The Master?

I’m gonna do it on a /10 basis because I’m lazy

Delgado!Master: 7/10

I have to dock off a few points because his episodes were in the seventies, so we couldn’t really get an idea of his Maximum Slut Potential, but you KNOW he would’ve fucked Queen Galleia if that episode was in today’s age. Also calling everyone ‘my dear’ and flirting with your enemies is very slutty. Also the whole “You will obey me” thing. Sir, we get it. You’re a Dom. We know. We get the hint. You don’t have to hypnotize me to get me to submit I’ll do it willingly-

Crispy!Master: 1/10

Listen, this man needed love and cuddles. I think if you tried to fuck him, he’d crumble like a granola bar. Please do not fuck this crunchy man. One point though because cloaks are always sexy.

Ainley!Master: 9/10

I mean he’s literally a Daddy what He’s covered head to toe in velvet. That immediately gives him like... at least 7 slut points. Docking a point because he had multiple opportunities to make out with Five and didn’t, and therefore he gets no rights.

Roberts!Master: 4/10

Listen, I know some of you (looks directly at Mod T) think Eric Roberts is hot. You’re valid. But I am NOT giving him the chance to be slutty when he’s got that fucking GOOP spewing out of him. Absolutely not. Four points though because he makes out with Grace at one point (even though he was possessing her. Still counts).

Jacobi!Master: 2/10

This man was too busy with the Time War to slut around. Are you kidding? He has no time for shenanigans when he’s dealing with all of these incompetent idiots. Two points though because Yana was a sweetheart and I wanted to sit in his lap and do science.

Simm!Master: 11/10

A r e   y o u   k i d d i n g ?   This man straight up made out with a woman three times on screen, implied that he wanted a threesome at one point, wore a dog collar, and got strapped to a BDSM chair (before then turning around and strapping his “enemy” to it). Maximum slut energy. Also I just really want him to [REDACTED]

Missy/Gomez!Master: 9/10

Got to make out with The Doctor twice, so bonus points there, but also wore a corset. Despite the inherent sluttiness of a corset, it would take at least 15 minutes to actually get her out of her entire get up. My horniness doesn’t have that long of a shelf life. I’m too lazy for that. But also Michelle Gomez should step on me so 9/10

Dhawan!Master: 9999/10

This man made The Doctor kneel in front of an entire crowd and call him “Master”. If ANY incarnation of him deserves the crown of Most Slutty, it’s Dhawan!Master. Also, the choking. He both chokes other people and gets really into it when the Cyber-bitch in the finale chokes him. Also probably would’ve fucked the Cyberium if given the chance. Absolute slut. I love him.

[themasterisathirsttrap]

I reckon that Dhawan and Delgado in particular really need to feel like you need them. Like what's that? You're making tea? Nonono let him do it! You just want a quick masturbate? Then do it on his lap, he wants to be part of the process. Did you just yawn? Let him carry you to bed, please let him carry you! This man will not let you lift a single finger if he can help it and all he wants you to do in return is do as he says and keep smiling at him like that. That's all. Just obey and love him.

The emotional soft!dom energy is strong with those two so yes yes yes.

They just want to feel wanted and needed, so they’ll spoil you so much if you make them feel that way.

[plethora-of-imagines]

Hii I have a cute idea for you, could I please request a Masterx reader (I'll let you pick which one you prefer) the master travels back to the past to enact a plan of theirs but somehow they bump into you but this version of you hadn't met him yet. You start talking with them feeling you can tell them anything. The master then tells you that they know what you want, "you want adventure, passion and maybe even a little danger." You then ask them what they want to which they hypnotise you before saying "I want you to get everything you're looking for but right now I want you to forget that we've met and seen me, I can't have people knowing I'm back." They then kiss your forehead and then leave.

If you don't like this idea then absolutely feel free to ignore it. Have a lovely day :)

Stumbling in surprise, you almost lost your balance. The cause of said stumble being suddenly walking into a man that you hadn’t seen when turning the corner. A gloved hand quickly reaching forward to steady you before you could fall. 

“Careful, my dear.”

You were breathless. And not from the almost fall. No. He had the most alluring voice that you had ever heard in your life. His well fitting suit and well maintained pepper and salt hair were a strange but welcome sight. He must be a visiting politician or higher up military man that wasn’t a part of UNIT. 

He wasn’t a familiar face- though a part of you did feel like you should recognize him. You had made sure to memorize the faces that you would typically encounter in your job. It had been the only way to make your anxiety over the new position manageable. Being a top secret military lab technician was difficult enough without the fear of insulting someone important.

“Sorry,” you were slow to shake yourself out of your absent mindness and apologize. 

Hopefully the man wouldn't mind!

“No reason for you to apologize. It seems we were both in too much of a hurry to pay attention to our surroundings.”

Smiling softly up at him you were glad that he was being so kind.

“Where were you headed?” Gently asking as you took a step out of his grasp. 

You weren’t sure why you asked. It’s unlikely he would want to tell you, but you couldn’t help but want to prolong your meeting.

Soft, warm brown eyes looked deep into your own, “to the specialized lab,” he answered.

“Oh!” He was going to the same place as you were! “Umm, you’ve actually passed it, Sir.”

“Ah, I suppose that I must have missed a turn,” he didn’t seem embarrassed or even worried about admitting to his lost nature. He entered back into your space and guided your hand to rest in the crook of his arm. “Would you mind terribly guiding me there, my dear?”

“No! I mean of course not,sir,” you stumbled over your words almost worse than you did your own feet.

“Lead the way, my dear.”

A pleasant silence accompanied the two of you as you continued on your way to the lab. Broken only by gentle questions about your work, and how you joined UNIT. Not even hesitating to answer him honestly. Feeling that you could tell him anything.

The lab was messier than you would have liked when you entered. If you had known you would have a charming guest you would have cleaned it up some. There were projects scattered around the room.

“So what did you need to do here, Sir?”

“If you would permit me one more question before I get to business matters,” he started to ask his question before you could even nod in agreement. “What did you hope to get out of joining UNIT?”

“I wanted to be a part of a group helping with advancements and using technology that was beyond the scope of normal labs,” was your instinctual, practiced answer.

“I see.” His voice fondly expressed his disbelief of your response.; tutting at you “See, I think you want more than that. I think you want adventure, passion, and maybe some danger, my dear.”

Blinking in surprise you slowly start to realize where you recognize him from. UNIT only has one video of the man. Grainy and from a distance just close enough to hear but not to really see him. Saying something in a manner so frighteningly similar to the cadence of those sentences. 

The Master.

Someone you had been warned about when you started. And here you were having let him into the lab. Alone. With you.

“What do you want,” the ‘with me’ went unspoken.

“I want you to listen to me,” the hypnotic sound of his voice made your head spin.

For a moment you considered trying to resist, but the fear that your fate would be worse if you did stopped you. You let him take hold of your mind. It felt soft, floaty. Much kinder than the descriptions had made it seem it would be. Everything sounded eons away yet you could still hear him.

“What I want is for you to get everything you desire and deserve, my darling. For now, however, I will settle for you forgetting I was ever here.”

You only remembered the feeling of lips against the crown of your head for a moment before you were looking around in surprise at being back in the lab. When did you walk back over? Maybe you did need to start drinking coffee to stay alert like the others did.

(791 words)

[how-masterful]

The Other Master

Delgado!Master X reader, Dhawan!Master x reader

summary: The master lets you join him for business, in a room where personal paradoxes can be sustained. What happens when you meet the younger version of the time lord you love, why does your drink taste so weird, and why can't you stop thinking about kissing this other master?

notes: Three years running! This is the third annual birthday fic for @plethora-of-imagines , and i believe its also my longest fic yet! Written in a 7 hour binge, i hope this fic lives up what i've been hyping up to you all day! I also hope you can see the influence of me reading that sucker punch art book so much on the setting for this fic. I like to cross inspire, what can i say! Enjoy!

The opening to the club was shrouded in darkness, the deep mahogany velvet curtains framing the entrance in a cloak of elegance and intimidation. You tightened your touch upon the Master's arm- fingers entangling themselves in the rich purple fabric of his overcoat. He smiled at the sensation, sparing a sideways glance as you navigated the flocked, damask papered walls. The sharp point of your heels sunk comfortably into the heavy plush of the carpet, the hallways lit by candlelight, the dripping wax disappearing into thin air the moment it dared to leave the pillar. You took a sharp turn around the corner, the labyrinthian layout of the club inspiring the feeling of bewilderment within you- luckily, the scarpering guide in front of you made no attempt to slow down your journey. Whatever reason had brought you here, you were glad it needed to be done sooner rather than later.

“Why are we here, Master?” You asked quietly, hesitantly eyeing the looming figures in sharp cut suits, standing guard upon the various doorways. Nobody was to interrupt the business inside. That's what the club was made for.

“Business, love.” The Master simply replied, lifting his head to follow the guide before him.

“Business? With who, Dracula?” you whispered. The Master chucked in return.

“You could say that.” He teased, sending you his typical, dangerous smile.

You couldn't help but gaze at the way the candlelight flickered and glazed over his skin, the warm brown of his eyes almost glimmering in the haze. He’d tidied his wild tangle of hair into an organized mess of curls, and he’d shaped his beard into a neatly trimmed cut. Judging by the Master's attire, and the sparkling evening gown that the tardis had provided, you were meeting something the Master had decided you needed to impress.

Before you could press for any more details, the guide had brought your journey to a stop. Two large creatures, also dressed in the same sharp suits, flanked an even larger door- framed with the same velvet curtains, the wood painted a pitch black, the front embossed with a swirling text that read ‘suite 71.’

“Here you are.” the guide hissed, serpentine tongue swatting into the air. The Master reached into his top pocket, before elegantly presenting a circular disk between his fingers. The guide hissed once more, webbed claw reaching to snatch the circle from the Master's grasp. It proceeded to wrap its tongue around the circle, its eyes rolling back into its broad skull, its flat face grinning like a rabid dog. It swallowed the disk in one, nodding towards the pair of you.

“Always a pleasure, sir”. It hissed, before scuttling back down the hallway and out of sight.

You stood in shock, allowing the chain of events to sink it. It was hardly the strangest thing you’d seen, but you still found yourself pausing at moments to fully process. The Master found it rather endearing every time, unable to hide his fond smirk as he watched you sigh in resolve.

The left guard reached out to grasp the doorknob, spindly fingers turning the golden handle before pushing hard on the wood. The door opened slowly, the warm glow from inside the room beginning to seep out into the hallway. With the Masters guide you entered the room, the door closing firmly shut behind you.

Inside the suite was only slightly different from the gothic hallways of the club, the suffocating closeness of the hallways replaced with large-scale gradiocity. The circular walls were lit by a gargantuan cascading candle chandelier, the ceiling lined with mirrors that gave the illusion the room stretched right into the heavens. A circular table sat beneath the chandelier, the ornate window above displaying the view of a blossoming supernova, the movement of the galaxy and stars beyond the glass catching the breath in your throat. A black carpet led to the table, the walls almost shimmering with golden details against flocked black, the designs seeming as if they were breathing alongside the shifting of the universe.

The most interesting thing within the room, however, was the figure standing in shadow before the table, chin lifted as they watched the stars moving through the wide window.

‘Who’s this?’ you thought to yourself, tilting your head to observe the man.

As if they’d heard you, the two men in the room with you chuckled.

“Have I really received no introduction?” The figure asked, gloved hands moving from their spot upon the table edge.

The Master smiled beside you. “Knowing me, I thought you’d want to do it yourself.”

The mysterious man chuckled once more, finally turning to meet your gaze, face coming into the light. He was an older gentleman, salt and pepper hair slicked back, beard shaped and trimmed into a goatee, lined with two shocks of pure white hair just below the corners of his lips. His eyes were practically piercing, the way they looked at you as if they held the power of the cosmos. You’d sworn you’d seen that look before.

The man made his way across the room, dress shoes polished and shining against the carpet. He was dressed in all black, his jacket a nehru cut, closing upon his neck. You could see his undershirt cuffs at the end of the jacket, a small strip of skin showing before his leather gloves completed his arm. He was the picture of propriety, but something about him screamed… alien. Perhaps it was the otherworldly presence with which he held himself. Maybe you were just easier at picking out these sorts of things.

“Forgive me, my dear, for the mysterious circumstances. I hope i can provide a little more clarity for the secrecy”

The man took hold of your hand, before bringing it to his lips and pressing a peck upon your knuckles.

“My name is the Master. I’ve heard so much about you.”

You paused, staring at the man with the same bewilderment you’d felt on the way there. The Master beside you moved to place his hand at the small of your back, gazing at you with an expression of sincerity. You looked at him, then back to the other Master, double taking a few times between each man before a small smile began to reach your lips.

“Before I begin to try and understand anything, I'm going to need a drink.”

Soon you were sitting between the two men, a crystal glass within your clutches, the desperate need for explanations rattling around inside your brain like a spin cycle. Your Master, the one you’d arrived with, had shed his coat and sat to your right. The other had positioned himself to your left, and had lit himself a cigar, the item hanging delicately between his two fingers. Normally the smog from those sorts of things would make you cough and wheeze with repulsion. But this one was unoffending, as if it were designed that way.

“So, is this… possible?” You asked, gesturing between the two men with your glass.

“Or are you risking the entire… I don't know… space flux time stabilization warp capacitor?”

The men gave a small laugh, the one to your right leaning on the table, chin on his fist.

“If you can explain what that is, then I'll tell you if it's safe.”

You rolled your eyes, swatting against his arm with a huff.

“You know what I mean! I thought one of the main rules of time travel was ``don't cross your own time stream. Or if you do, you won't remember anything” “

The Master to your left took a sip of his own drink, a dark liquid that you were sure would be far too strong for you.

“Ah, my dear girl, but that's the beauty of this place. This encounter, by all means, should be rendered completely useless to me once I leave this room. After all, one shouldnt be able to recall their future self giving them information that could alter their personal history.”

“Because that's a paradox, right? Like, I can't find the lottery numbers and go back and tell them to myself, because if I win, why would I need to give myself the numbers?”

The right Master nodded, the one to your left raising his glass in agreement.

“Aha, exactly! Nasty things, paradoxes. Also completely unavoidable. Unless…”

You sent the man a hesitant gaze, raising your eyebrow at his pause.

“Unless?”

“Unless you come here.” The right Master spoke, sipping his equally as dark drink and gesturing to the grandiose room. “Then they simply aren't a problem.”

“Oh! Ok, let me guess:” You placed your drink down on the table, nose scrunching in thought. Every lesson, anecdote, piece of history and offhanded explanation of the logistics of time travel began to run through your head. Maybe you could figure out how this whole thing worked… and somehow impress the other version of the Master. You questioned yourself for a quick moment- where had that sudden desire come from?

“Is it… are we in a pocket universe, out of space time, that means the paradoxes we create are contained in here?” you offered with a hopeful grin.

The Masters pulled equally as considering expressions, eyebrows raising and heads nodding to various degrees.

“Surprisingly on the right track.” The Master, your Master, offered. You turned towards him with an incredulous expression.

“Surprising?!” You exclaimed, tone laced with artificial offense. “I’ll have you know my knowledge of the ‘interdimensional physics of the time vortex’ is not to be scoffed at” He simply offered a winning smile, and somehow that was enough to make you melt.

“C’mon, now you have to explain.” You whined, sending him the pout you knew, from experience, he just couldn't resist. This was the same pout that got you crown jewels and genocides, and also convinced him that a trip to the universes largest shopping planet wouldnt be an experience that would warrant a planet smashing explosion. He’d promised to work on his resistance to it, but just like his hypnotic capabilities, you were simply irresistible.

“It’s quite simple, my dear.” The other Master softly spoke. A leather clad hand came to rest atop your own, and you found a sudden heat rushing up towards your cheeks.

“You see, this labyrinth of rooms is indeed designed to withhold personal paradoxes. Meeting oneself, meeting others from up and down a personal timeline. It was curated to ensure the most delicate of business deals could be handled without hindrance.”

He leant in closer, and you felt your breath lock in your throat. Seeing his eyes up close, you thought it would be so easy to lose yourself inside them. A part of you wondered if he also shared the hypnotic capabilities of your Master. Maybe he would also use them for… certain purposes.

“The time lords had invented ways of harboring the most powerful of paradoxes, mutilating their own Tardis’s to strengthen their position as the universe's highest power. This uses the same technology, but on a much, much smaller scale. One can meet here, do business, and remember every single detail. What use would business be if it can’t be conducted to its highest standard… and who is better to trust than yourself?”

A sharp tingle sent itself down your spine. You felt yourself panicking, lips instinctively parting, gaze unable to pull itself from the other Master's eyes. Every lustfing and sinful cell within you was telling you to lean in. Gods, what the hell was happening to you?

You quickly took grasp of your drink, downing the rest of the beverage in one and placing the glass rather heavy handedly on the table. You had to take a moment, calm yourself down.

“I… um… Just need to use the bathroom. And get another drink. Excuse me.”

The Master to your right was wearing an unreadable expression, his face suspiciously calm as he placed a gentle hand on your arm. Even the smallest touch from him had sent your heart racing, palpitations that you felt across all your body.

“I’ll sort you a drink, love. Take your time.”

You nodded embarrassingly eagerly, hurriedly rising out of your chair and making your way towards the small corridor in the far corner of the suite. You could feel the eyes of the Masters on you as you left, the unbearable weight of their gazes on your back making your hands tremble. You raced as fast as you could, disappearing within the corridor and seeking refuge inside the bathroom. The door locked behind you as you grappled with the handle, your back pressing against the door as you fought to regain control of your breath. Your fingers ran through your hair, eyes fluttering shut as you counted your breaths. In for four, out for four, rhythm steady as you allowed your body to reconfigure.

You headed to the sink, hands gripping onto the edges of the basin. Above the decorative countertop, an ornate mirror hung on the wall. You looked up, staring at your expression within the round looking glass. You felt like the evil queen observing her magic mirror, your face looking more flushed than regal. Taking time to focus, you splashed your face with cold water, shutting your eyes once more and breathing deep.

What had happened to you? It's only taken you around 20 minutes to immediately want to jump in the pants of a man you’d never met. Only, you had met him before- he was the monster. But he wasn’t YOUR Master, he hadn’t even MET you yet! Only he’d said he’d heard things about you, so they must have spoken before. Maybe it was just the excitement of meeting him, of seeing those dazzling eyes, hearing that dark voice and seeing the way he held onto that fucking cigar, that made you want to just crawl into his lap and-

Another splash of water to your face. Instantly, you felt better.

It was just a momentary flare up, you reasoned, the alcohol shocking your system. Also possibly the shock of meeting another face of the Master. Staring at your reflection, you vowed to get through the rest of the night without another flare up. You weren't here for you to be dramatic and tispy, you were here because the Master had business… with the Master. You had everything completely under control.

A few moments were spared, you took the time to fix your hair and top up your makeup, hiding all signs of being anywhere near flustered. You had a few last minute checks, brushing down your dress and smiling at your reflection. It was like nothing had ever happened.

The Masters were mid discussion once you returned, smiling and enjoying their own company, as strange as it were. You easily slipped back into your chair, a freshly filled glass sat at your place at the table. The drink bubbled and fizzed a light pink, shimmering against the crystal of the tall glass it sat within. Your Master gave you an inviting glance, gesturing to the drink with his eyes, as if to say ‘It’s safe, love. Drink up.’ You took a breath, allowing your body to prepare as you took a sip. The bubbling continued atop your tongue, the bubbles popping and exploding in your mouth like a fireworks display. The taste shifted, sweet and candied, fruity and tropical, all the flavors circling and colliding on your tastebuds. You waited for a moment afterwards, waiting for the wave of unpredictability to crash down over your head once more. You waited, and waited again, until you came to the realization that the moment had passed. Once again, you thought to yourself- everything is under control.

“Everything alright, my dear?” The other Master asked, watching you sink back into your chair and sigh contently.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” You replied, reaching under the table to take the hand of the Master you’d arrived with. His hand wandered up your arms and onto your thigh, taking purchase and running his fingers over the material of your dress. Reaching for your drink, you took a long sip.

Everything under control. Everything. Under. Control.

You chanted that mantra all evening, sat in the middle as the Masters discussed a possible alliance, running through a plan that would encompass both of their efforts.

Your Master had done you no favors, his touching of your leg under the table had made you painfully wet, the way his fingers danced upon the sensitive skin of your thigh had made your knees shake. You’d covered each desire to moan with a sip of your drink, and you’d resorted to physically pinching yourself when the Master had placed a kiss to the side of your head. Best you could you tried to pay attention to the plan, knowing you’d inevitably have a part to play, and also wanting to focus on anything but the way the other Masters lips looked after he’d taken a sip of scotch, the way his eyes seemed to sink deep within you and awaken something so embarrassingly primal.

You couldn’t deny it, you’d fought the sensation all night. A heat had begun to build itself inside your belly, burning hot and aching hard, your whole existence screaming at you to launch an assault of pleasure at the man you’d only just met.

You’d experienced this before, the slow build to the inevitable fuck. The Master had taken you to an event and placed a vibrator inside of you, able to be controlled remotely however he so desired. He’d played the long game, slowly building the sensation inside of you, like placing a creature in the water and letting it boil around them. The best part was, you hadn’t noticed a thing. You’d been blissfully unaware of the change, the growth so organic and casual you’d been able to function with some semblance of normalcy. But each touch had been laced with fire, the Master's brief touches to your person had scalded you and made you want to get on your hands and knees, to beg him for a release. The Master had been clever, as he always was, and by the end of the night you were a stumbling mess, clenching your thighs together and on the brink of tears. To the outside world you’d just been drunk, the Master throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you back to the tardis, before fucking you senseless into the night and making you scream your name with such ferocity, you felt like you could forget your own.

That's what you felt like now, once again the lobster in the pot. Something had built up inside you- desire? Lust? Plain old desperation? The Master had been working you up all evening, teasing you and taunting in the way only he could. However it had happened, and whatever it was, you had to act on it. You needed to be fucked, to fuck, or recieve even the slightest semblance of touch. Or you would absolutely die.

Well, not really. But it certainly felt like it.

Your own Master, the one who’d gotten you into this mess, pushed himself clear of the table and threw his jacket over his shoulders. The absence of his touch pulled you back to reality, the emptiness of the space where his hand had been almost made you cry out, but you bit your tongue and pushed your lips together. You couldn't expose your weakness like that.

“‘Scuse me, just going to speak to our host. Won’t be long.”

“Take your time” You called towards him. The Master laughed, remembering his response earlier. Hopefully he thought you’d meant it to tease him.

The door opened with a low groan, the same that you’d heard hours ago. You waited, watching him pass through the door, waiting for it to shut and leave the two of you alone. Once it finally shut, you let out a small whine.

Were you really about to do this?

The Master turned to you, eyes raking up and down your body, lips parting. He’d said something along the lines of asking if you were alright, if something was the matter. You hadn't heard a word, your entire body screaming in a chorus of devil may care desire.

He’s placed a hand on your shoulder, and in that moment you’d found your answer.

Yes. Yes you were.

It was a swift motion, the way you’d clambered out of your chair and thrown yourself into his lap, legs straddling his sides and hands resting atop his chest. You could feel his hearts under your touch, the steady rhythm sending you into a frenzy. You met his gaze, utterly helpless.

“Look-” you whimpered, trying to read every single microexpression on the Master's face.

“I’m so sorry, i know this is so rude and in any other world or situation this would absolutely be cheating and i really don't want you to think i’d cheat on you because i wouldn’t-”

A gasp for breath. The Master's leg shifted. That really didn't help.

“Honestly i wouldn't its just tonight i really dont know whats happened and i can't stop thinking about it and i genuinely think i’ll explode if i don't do this and i know i don't have a good explanation for it but really its justidon’tican’tineedijustneed-”

The Master's hands reached to touch your face, gloved hands reaching to take both of your cheeks into his palms. You whimpered pathetically, hands reaching to cover his own, chest rising and falling in a desperate gasp for breath. The Master's gaze was poised and precise, the epitome of calm. His words were exact, voice soft and earnest.

“What do you need, my darling?”

You couldn’t cower, not now. You had to tell him the truth.

“I need you to fuck me, Master” You whispered.

The Master pulled one hand from your cheek, finger trailing down your jaw, thumb catching the underside of your chin.

“Are you sure?”

You daren’t look away, not wanting to do a single thing to break the moment between the pair of you.

“Yes, absolutely. Please, Master. I need this.”

The Master softly lifted your chin, before giving a small nod.

“Well… considering you used your manners…”

You didn't even let him finish, before pulling the man's face against your own and colliding your lips together like a starving beast. You craved the taste, a forbidden fruit, the way his lips melted against your own like they always were supposed to. He tasted of his cigar, the rich liquor he’d been drinking, and somehow the same as your own version of him. But despite being younger, physical appearance aside, he kissed with experience. Maturity. Tenderness.

He slowed your pace, encouraging you to relax, to ease into the motions instead of burning through your energy. But you were bursting with energy to spare, your hips lifting up and bucking against his middle, encouraging any friction or movement you could garner from him. Your eyes had shut long ago, allowing your body to guide the motions- the Masters hands had stayed where they were, save for the hand at your chin having migrated to the side of your neck. The kiss felt like your drink earlier, like millions of fireworks exploding upon your lips. You moaned sloppily into the connection, your own hands moving to grasp the hair at the nape of the Master's neck, tugging lightly and grinning when it elicited the smallest of growls from the man.

“Behave.” He hissed into the kiss, sending even more of a chill up your spine.

“Please, Master,” you panted, taking the moment to pause for some well needed air. “Fuck me, please, fuck me.”

“Do you deserve it?” He asked, voice chilling, cold as ice. You pleaded against his lips.

“Yes, Master please I do, oh please!”

You groaned at the sudden loss of his hands, only to squeal at them finding their place upon the back of your thighs. The Master lifted you onto the edge of the table, pushing you back to lay against the hardwood. You felt your nails digging into the wood, back arching from the table as he swiftly unbuttoned his trousers, working quickly to free his hardened cock from the inside of his tailored pants.

“So desperate, so ready for me. I’ve hardly even touched you and look at you, needy little minx.”

You whimpered greedily as you felt his hands return to your legs, gloved fingers walking up the inside of your thighs to reach the elastic of your underwear. He sunk a finger beneath the waistband of your panties and pulled, watching you writhe in pleasure before releasing it back to snap against your skin. You yelped, bucking up your hips in return, allowing the Master to easily slide your sopping panties down your legs.

“Look at that, you’re already soaked. I can see I've been treating you well all the way through our little chat.”

The suspense was killing you, you were desperate to feel him inside of you, yearning for him to fuck you through the table.

“Please, please Master-”

“Patience, sweet girl. Let's not rush a good thing, now.”

The Master lifted your legs atop the table, lining your cunt in preparation, angling himself closer. The coolness of his gloves sent rippling tingles down your hips, sending your jelly legs into a further realm of uselessness.

“This is what you need?”

You nodded desperately, garbled pleads escaping from your reddened lips.

“Good girl.”

The Master carefully slid inside your entrance, allowing himself to feel every element of the sensation. You screamed in delight, table shaking with the sudden upwards motion of your hips. He slowly pushed all the way inside, your cunt greedily taking the Master in with reckless abandon. With the same care he began to pull outwards, hands taking place upon your wild hips to steady your rhythm. Everything was beginning to blur as he began to strategically thrust in and out of your dripping hole, each thrust punctuated with a desperate cry of pleasure and a guttural grunt of lust.

You worked together, your head thrust back as you pushed down on his cock, matching his timing and creating a synergy that could be likened to magic. Each pump of his cock into you pulled the most wonderful combination of sounds from you both, the pleasure building up inside of you creating a rumbling warmth in the pit of your stomach.

“Yes, oh Master yes, YES!” You cried, nails beginning to dig into the wood.

The Master began to pick up the intensity, the power of his thrusts stealing the words from your tongue and sending you spiraling towards eternity. It was perfect, every movement divine, the sweat building upon his brow matching the blush that had appeared upon the apples of his cheeks.

You spared a glance towards the ceiling, your reflection and hundreds of refractions reflected back down at you, and you were a sight to behold- your sparkling dress hanging behind your shining thighs, your hair had splayed behind you on the table, sweat dripping down your temple as you greedily took everything you could. You thought it vain to call the sight beautiful, but all social parameters were thrown to the wind. You felt ethereal, the Master fucking hard into your pussy, striking every beat to make you come apart at his commanding touch.

Your mind couldn't form thoughts, your lips couldnt form words, yet the heat in your chest, belly and pussy was growing in fierce intensity. The Master was working overtime, increasing his power and edging you closer and closer to climax. You could feel it coming, your climax creeping its way through your system and towards the building heat. You pushed your hips against the Master, watching the man throw his head backwards and grit his teeth at the movement. You did it again, even more forcefully, before twisting and shifting around his cock and watching him begin to come undone, all the same as you.

“Please, Master i’m almost there-”

“Don’t you dare, you wait until Master says.” He barked in reply, voice strangled and scratched.

You could barely hold on, your own movements becoming sloppy and unkempt, your rhythm faltering as you felt your toes curl, teeth catching your bottom lip and biting down hard. The Master was equally struggling to keep time, his thrusts becoming infrequent but evermore purposeful. He fucked hard into your cunt a few more times, before steadying himself upon your thighs and leaning down as far as he could.

“Now cum.” He commanded, and instantly you fell apart.

You came hard and fast onto his cock, the energy in your system disappearing into the emptiness, tears escaping from the corners of your eyes and running down your cheeks. You felt your whole body sink back into the tabletop, the Masters cum knocking you from your proverbial feet and sending you crashing to the bottomless pit of sinful satisfaction. The Master's breath was ragged, allowing himself a moment of peace before gently pulling himself out of your pussy. You whined at the loss of contact, hand shamelessly reaching for his touch.

Just like before, he took hold of your hand, lips pressing against your knuckles.

It was then that you heard the sound of applause.

“Oh, good girl. Such a good girl.” Your Master called, leaning against the far wall and watching you with a wide, pleasured grin.

Your head swam with every single possibility of death, punishment, and pain. Thrown from a cliff, kicked out into space, turned into a tiny doll by the TCE, or each one done one at a time, or even all at once. You whimpered pathetically, hand clattering back down onto the table with a harsh thud of your bones.

“That was wonderful. I just KNEW it would work!”

All previous fears of torture were now replaced by utter confusion, your sex riddled brain forcing itself to string together a coherent answer to the question- what the hell was going on?

The Master crossed the threshold, closing the gap between himself and your exhausted form. He pushed the sweaty hair from your forehead, softly shushing your mumblings as he pulled out a pocket square and began to dab the sweat from your brow.

“Oh love, I'm so impressed. I mean, even though I thought this plan was crazy when I thought it up, I just knew I could rely on you to prove me right.”

Once your forehead was dry, he circled the curve of the table, assisting his former self in guiding you to sit up. Instantly you sought the comfort of his chest, his hearts pounding steadily, fingers beginning to cart through your messy hair.

“M’ sorry… Master-”

“Shh, that's it. Just relax. You’ve worked so hard, haven’t you?”

He smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I wanted to know what you’d do, wanted to see if you’d fall for any other me. It helped that I also had business I wanted to try, and I knew just the me to do it with.”

The other Master returned to his seat, visage returned to normalcy. He looked perfect, as if he hadnt just fucked you into a table. You envied how he could just do that, even now. Perhaps it was a timelord thing. The Master lifted your chin to face him.

“Plus, if you did, I wanted to be able to remember it. PLUS plus, I'd heard the Ampavirian wines had a lovely little aphrodisiac kick to them. So, three experiments in one. Don’t forget, dear. I am a scientist.”

You stared up at the Master incredulously. So THAT’S why your drink was as exciting as it was. The Master could see the cogs turning in your brain, exhaustion wracking your system.

“Overall, a successful day. It’s nice to catch up with old friends, isn't it?”

The other Master hummed, watching the way you sunk lovingly into his future self's arms. He’d taken quite a fondness to you, in the short few hours he’d met you. He looked forward to the future when he could have you just be his. You glanced over in his direction, the master feeling his lips curl into a satisfied grin. You hoped you’d see him again some day- you were hopefully optimistic the master could arrange that.

“So you… you’re… not angry?”

The master looked down at you with bewilderment, shaking his head at the idea.

“Oh no, not one bit. We’re going to have so much fun testing this even more, workshopping it a little bit.”

“Work… shopping?” you mumbled, gaze still heavy, but you could feel the Master's anticipation through his grin.

“Oh yeah, we’re going to have the best of times.” he teased, scoping you up into his arms like a bride.

“If you thought he was a riot, just wait until you meet Missy!”

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