#simmtwelve

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not easy having yourself a good time

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: SimmTwelve Additional Tags: Surprise Kissing, Episode AU: s10e11 World Enough and Time, Humor Wordcount: 756 Summary:

If the Master hadn't gotten Bill cybermanned, who's to say he wouldn't have gotten a similar greeting to what Missy did?

So his timing was a little off. These things happen.

He had a ten year long margin for error, and he’s kicking himself now for not getting it over with sooner. He’d wanted it to really get under the Doctor’s skin, how close he could come to saving his companion, to drive the perfect wedge between the Doctor and himself. Herself. For his own good, or her own good, as it stands/will stand. His future self letting the Doctor keep her on a short leash is embarrassing, but at least the Master has other things to look forward to in that body. The outfit alone had him envious from the minute he’d laid eyes on it.

It’s even better in person. He just wishes that ‘in person’ had come a few hours later. Now, he’s stuck here listening to the Doctor reunite with his poor human pet.

His future self won’t take her eyes off of him. He knows himself too well.

And now, Bill is telling the Doctor that he helped her. That he kept her safe. The Master rolls his eyes. His future self—Oh, she called herself something new. The Mistress. Missy. He likes that. He might steal it for an alias before he regenerates.—raises her eyebrow and catches on immediately to his true intentions. They’d been halfway to the conversion theater before the Doctor had swung the doors wide open and interrupted everything.

The Doctor turns from Bill to look at the Master. Around him, the Master can see Bill smiling, relieved. The Master scowls before meeting the Doctor’s eyes.

They’re wide, and soft, and surprised.

“You don’t think-“ the Master starts, with disgust, because he absolutely did not help Bill out of the kindness of his hearts, he had a scheme, he had-

The Doctor is moving. The Master straightens, but he doesn’t have a chance to move before there are hands clasping his face. He freezes up, unprepared for what follows. The Doctor kisses him like an meteor. From nowhere, it falls on him, and he can’t escape. Doesn’t try to, when the Doctor’s mouth is warm against his own, unknown to him. He’s had the Doctor’s kisses before but never from these lips. And not at all for a very long time. Like a crack widening, he’s hungry for it, starving, grasping at the Doctor in turn to get more, more, more.

The Doctor pulls back first and too soon. The Master is still hungry. He has to drag himself back to the present moment. He forces his eyes open again, unaware of when they’d shut. The Doctor strokes his face once with his thumbs before letting him go.

Missy’s mouth is pursed in something that’s half pouting, half laughter. The Master tries to think of something to say and can only exhale, gaze jumping from Missy to the Doctor and back again.

“That’s new,” he finally manages. It’s still far too breathy. Humiliating, to be undone so thoroughly and so easily. “Do you do that now?” The Doctor looks away from him. Bill’s mouth has turned into a perfect ‘O’ the way it does when she’s completely shocked. So, maybe he doesn’t.

“Only for us,” Missy preens.

Or maybe he does.

The Master licks his lips. He was… There was a plan. At some point. He tries to recall it and instead his mind replays the pressure of the Doctor’s mouth and how perfectly his hands fit around the Master’s face.

Plan. Plan. Plan. Something about Cybermen?

….Could he get another kiss like that somehow?

The Doctor is launching into a pitter-patter of a speech about finding out what’s going on inside this hospital. Or maybe about fixing Bill. The Master isn’t really paying attention. He licks his lips again. The Doctor’s taste is fading.

“So,” Missy’s voice drops conspiratorially low as she leans in close, though her eyes are on the Doctor now, “any new thoughts about our future?”

He makes a few shapes with his mouth. The words that are supposed to fit them don’t come.

“If you want him to do it again, you should really play along,” Missy suggests, “and be close to him when he’s figured something clever out. Not that I’m letting you take the next one.” He narrows his eyes at Missy. She grins, a show of teeth. Good to know he’s not entirely defanged in the future.

A future that is… more appealing than it was five minutes ago. He’s still not sold, but he could be… convinced.

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[the-patrex]

Which doctor master grouping would be the worst™️

Worst Grouping that just straight up HATE each other: SimmTwelve (but still reallyyyyy fcking fun about it) Worst in the sense that they would get along like a house on fire to the detriment to everyone else: I'm SURE it's 10Missy, they would be soaping wet yearning for each other with no regard for the Universe as a whole. CUTE AS FUCK, absolutely would result in devastation tho.