#thirteenth doctor x Dhawan!master x reader

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Revelations: Part 4 (13th Doctor x Dhawan!master x reader)

(Summary: The Doctor and The Fam finally arrive at the spa for their relaxing break but while you're relaxing you have flashbacks and hear from some that you were not expecting.)

*flashbacks are in italics*

*TW: threating behaviour, mentions of Hypnosis*

The five of you began to relax as you all walked into the spa.

You smiled "As much as I love our crazy adventures, sometimes we just need a relaxing break." Ryan nodded in agreement as Graham sighed "it will be great." The receptionist smiled at you all "welcome to Sunshine spa. Are you visiting for the first time?" The doctor came forward "yes." Yaz smiled at the doctor, you saw this and looked at her. The receptionist pointed to a room, "please head to the change rooms you will be provided with your spa clothes. "

The five of you went to the room that the receptionist guided you too. You were greeted by another spa employee. Holding five pairs of folded clothes, you all took a pair as the spa employee "okay you all have separate change room and on the other side is your own personal spa therapist.

You turned to your friends "see you in a bit." Then you turned and you all went into the individual rooms. After you had got changed, you went and opened the other door. You saw The spa therapist, a spa bed and a small table with different spa items, the spa therapist smiled at you "Hello I'm Zelda and I'll be your spa therapist today. Please lay down" they replied as they indicated for you to lay on the spa bed.

"Now we'll begin with a head massage to help relax you then after that we'll do a nice Exfoliator before we move on to a facial and a few other treatments. Is that okay?" You nodded "yes, that sounds great"

Zelda then smiled "wonderful, we'll get started then." They began to burn some incense, you couldn't describe what it smelt like but it had a sweet smell. They then came back to where you were laying "now Just relax" they whispered as they began to massage your head. The head massage began to relax you, you closed your eyes. "Open your mind" they whispered. Your mind went back to the day you went to Barton's party.

You stood there looking at the multiple earth maps that were projected onto O/the master's curtains. The door of the TARDIS opened "Hey Y/N, it's almost time to go to Barton's party." You turned to O "sorry I didn't realise the time. I was just looking at the projection. Something's about it is bothering me."

O looked at the projection, "Oh, what's bothering you?" He asked. "The borders of the different countries. See there are countries on some of these projections that no longer exist. Soviet Union, Yugoslavia, prussia, and the United Arab Republic, just to name a few."

O looked at the map and back at you. Well done y/n, you are quite observant. I can't believe that i didn't notice that. A smile came on your face before you pointed at the projections "the fact that some of the projections feature countries that no longer exist, to me means that the maps represent different time periods."

You both smiled at each other before the doors of the TARDIS opened "come on you two. Let's go." The Doctor spoke. O turned to you with a smile as you both headed into the TARDIS. "Hey Y/N, once this is all over Prehaps we could get to know each other a little better. O's eyes met yours as you nodded "yeah that sounds great" You grabbed a pen and paper and wrote something down on it before handing it over to O

"Here's my number, you can call me or text me when ever you want." O looked down at the paper and smiled before looking back up "im sure your travels with the Doctor may mean that your phone may not be able to make a call."

You grabbed your phone from your pocket"The Doctor has put universal roaming onto our phones. Can call anyone, anywhere in the universe. Just as long as we know the area code."You both smiled at each other before the Doctor pulled down the lever and the TARDIS took off

The scene changed to that of Barton's house where you were both at one of the gambling tables with yaz. "Did we win?" Yaz asked, you looked at the table and shook your head "No." O smiled "you know what they say. Lucky in dice, unlucky in love" He replied as he looked at you. "Do they really say that?" You asked O shook his head "no" your eyes met his before you playfully bumped his shoulder.

Next, you were all on motorbikes chasing after Barton, O was on the bike with you, he had his hands wrapped around your waist as you rode the bike.

Meanwhile the master was in his TARDIS reading when he heard your voice in his mind "why am I having all these flashbacks?" The master grinned "well well Y/N, what would the doctor say." Your eyes widened "No, how are you in my head?" The master chuckled "wasn't me love but i must say your head is a very interesting place. "

You took a breath before talking "listen I don't know what you want but what ever game you have planned for us, I don't want to play." The master chuckled "you can't tell the doctor that I'm back, I made sure. Don't you remember."

You went silent before speaking again. "You may have been able to make it, so I can't tell anyone that you're back, but you can't hypnotise me from this distance." The master got up from his chair, you couldn't understand it but you could almost feel his hand on your chin "Love, how do you know that I haven't already got full control over your mind?" The master questioned

You tried to hide your fear "you're lying" He shrugged his shoulders "Maybe i am but the chance that I do, it scares you but it also excites you." His words made the hairs on your arms stand up

You swore you could feel the grin appearing on his face. "I'll see you soon love." He replied as turned away from you and the connection faded. You sat up, gasping for breath. Zelda looked at you "Everything okay?" They asked, you shook your head "this massage, does the incense allow telepathic communication?"

Zelda looked confused "It opens your mind to a deep level of relaxation but I've never heard of a case where someone has experienced telepathic communication." Your eyes widened as you looked around. "How is that possible?" You questioned, meanwhile the master was in his library, he was confused he knew that timelords could telepathically communicate with each other at long distances but he was not aware of it ever happening with a human. He put the book he was reading away and walked out of the library.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

You, flirting with The Master/Missy as a distraction: So, is there, like, anyone else in the picture, or...?

The Doctor, whispering furiously from where they'd been trying to sneak past: What the hell are you doing? You're supposed the be distracting them, not flirting with them!

You, whispering back, making no attempt to hide your annoyance: Can't I do both?!

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I do, Not.

Whittaker!Master x (fem)reader

Synopsis: The Master joins you as a plus one to your cousins wedding, unaware of how awful your family actually is.

Warnings: Body shaming, bad language, suggestive content, homophobia, bullying behaviour.

WC: 8.5k

Light glided up and down the pillar in the centre of the console, moving at a regular pace, an indicator that you were adrift in space. There was a steady rumble in the air, the ships engine on auto. The Doctor was rambling, you weren’t sure what about as you had zoned out many minutes prior. But he was exited. Maybe it was your next trip? Or a new planet? Perhaps he’d found an ancient artefact and wanted to dissect it. Either way, you hadn’t been paying any attention. Your eyes were fixated on the metallic floor, brain going at a thousand miles per hour.

“-don’t you both agree?” The Doctors voice slowly filtered back into your head. Blinking a few times, you looked up, trying not to make your confusion obvious.

“Oh yeah of course. That was the best option, right (y/n)?” The Master looked over at you from her seat by the console, her face unreadable.

“R-right. Yeah.” You said unconvincingly, playing with your fingers. She raised her brows, looking you up and down as if to scan you. You just averted your eyes.

“Good. Good. So, I’ll drop you back off at home, (y/n)? Or should I wait till after you’ve slept?” The Doctor asked, smiling at you warmly. Your heart sunk a little at the idea, time was not on your side at all.

“After I’ve slept. If that’s alright?”

“Of course it is. You go and rest okay?” He grinned, patting your shoulder affectionately. You gave him a tight lipped smile, turning and heading up the steps, to find your room. Thankfully, the tardis had moved it closer for you. Once inside, you sat yourself on the plush bed and put your head in your hands. With your anxiety through the roof, you let out a shallow breath and gripped the roots of your hair hard. You really didn’t want to go, didn’t want to force yourself to act a certain way, just to appease your family. If you thought too hard, you knew you’d get overly emotionally and tried to regulate your mind. It was one day. You could survive one day. Right? Out of nowhere, hands landed on your own, carefully pulling them away from your head.

“Are you trying to pull your hair out?” The Master sounded both concerned and amused, looking down at you. Not having heard her come in, you gaped at her for a moment. She ran her fingers through your hair, straightening it out. “What’s wrong?” Her question caught you even more off guard, forcing you to smile.

“Nothing.” She just looked at you with a straight face, clearly seeing past your lie.

“You’ve been out of it all week. You nearly got lost yesterday because you weren’t listening to us.” The Master started, taking a seat beside you. “And I know The Doctor loves to chat, but you always listen. You’re always engaged. You’re far too nice not to be. So what’s wrong?” Knowing you had been caught out, you stared down at your lap in defeat.

“It’s stupid.” You muttered, thinking that the Timelady would just laugh at your woes.

“That’s for me to decide.” She replied, golden eyes never leaving you. Slowly, you turned yourself to face her, sitting criss-cross and occupying yourself with a loose thread on your navy sheets.

“I have to go to my cousins wedding when I go home.” You begun, nail catching the thread right to pull it out.

“Right? So what’s the issue?” The Master pressed, observing your body language.

“We don’t get along. At all. It’s complicated.”

“I see. If you don’t get on, why are you going?”

“I’m in the bridal party. Her mum, my auntie, practically forced her to put me as a bridesmaid.” You explained, straightening your back and looking at the blonde once again. “She’s really difficult to deal with. And really old fashioned. She even tried to force me to wear a really ugly dress but I fought her on that.”

“Have you tried hitting her?” The Masters question made you giggle, shaking your head. “It might work.”

“Yeah I’ll keep that in mind.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Can’t you take someone with you?” The Master asked, trying to bring light to your situation. You just groaned, flopping back against your pillows.

“That’s the problem. I can bring a plus one, I just don’t have anyone.”

“Why not take your precious Doctor. You know he loves a wedding.” She grumbled pointedly.

“First of all, he’s not ‘my’ Doctor. Secondly, no. He’s far too boisterous, would cause more issues.” Your voice grew quiet, closing your eyes and being saddened by the situation. Raising from spot, The Master walked around the bed and sat on the free side. She leant closer to you, admiring your features silently.

“What about me?” You shot up, peering at her a bit baffled.

“What about you?”

“Well. I’ll go with you.” She said calmly, as if it was easy. As if it were a normal thing for a woman like her to do.

“You’d go? To a human wedding?”

“Why not?” She almost seemed offended, putting her hands behind her head.

“Humans?” You chortled, shocked at her laid back approach to it.

“I don’t care about them. I’d be going to keep you company.” The Master propped up the pillows behind her, sitting back comfortably. Preying that your cheeks were staying their natural colour, you glanced at her again.

“You’ll dress up?”

“Come now, you know I love to do that.” Okay, she had a point there.

“You’ll follow the time schedule?”

“Just tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it.” The Master turned her head to look at you with a smile. Now you were blushing, swallowing hard.

“You’d have to go in alone, because I’m in the bridal party. So you’d have to get ready and find your seat without me.” You told her, settling down once again. She hummed and nod, lying on her side to face you.

“That’s fine.”

“Really? You’ll go with me?” You were unsure, thinking maybe she was just pulling your leg. The woman reached across, brushing your hair behind your shoulder.

“Of course I will.” She tapped your nose softly, earning a bashful smile from you in return. “So tell me, what’s the theme sweetheart?” Her hand caressed your cheek, your breath catching slightly. The Master had always been touchy with you, and it was no secret that you loved it. At home, you had always felt touch-starved, coming from a more private family. From people who kept themselves to themselves, and their emotions under lock and key.

“Hm? Winter wonderland.” You said, gazing up at her happily. “I think she’s having it in a country manor. From the pictures, everything was white and covered in fake snow.”

“Sounds tacky.” The Master muttered, thumb rolling over the apple of your cheek slowly. Your skin went warm beneath her touch.

“The inside looks nice, it’s really old. If you ignore the plastic winter creatures she’s going to put up.” You both laughed.

“Dress code?” She then asked, remembering what you said earlier.

“Obviously it’s evening wear. Suits, dresses, whatever you feel comfortable in.” You let yourself consider the woman next to you. “It’s winter colours. So reds? Maroon? Plum? You’d look pretty in plum…” you trailed off, thinking out loud. She smirked, noticing your mind slipping elsewhere. Gripping your chin between her finger and thumb, she brought your attention back to her.

“Oh? Would I now?” Her smug tone made you realise what you had just said, your eyes growing wider. “Are you flirting with me, love?” The Master chuckled, leaning inanely close to your face. Panicking slightly, you scooted away and got up off the bed. She looked at you bemused.

“N-no of course not.” You looked down at the carpet, scared of the disgust that would be sent your way if she thought you were. “I wouldn’t..don’t worry.” The Master just looked at you with pure confusion, sitting herself upright.

“You know it’s okay if you were right?” She reassured. You just nod, grabbing your nightwear and heading into the bathroom to change.

———

You had given The Master all the information she needed. Time. Date. Place. Everything she needed to know. You were half convinced she wouldn’t even show up, but held out hope regardless. Once The Doctor had dropped you home, you gathered everything you would need and called a cab.

The manor was indeed already decorated, fitted with fake holly along all of the windows. Pine trees lined the drive in, the ground covered with white stones. Lifting your duffle bag, you walked inside and up into the bridal suite. You knocked, a younger blonde woman letting you in. You recognised her to be your cousins long time friend.

“Oh there you are. Hurry up and get dressed.” Your cousin, Beth, hardly looked at you, motioning to a door at the back of the room. She was in the middle of having her long, mouse-brown hair curled. Doing as you were told, you stepped into the lavish bathroom, admiring the floral wallpaper. Carefully, you pulled out your dress and stepped into it. The deep red satin fit you perfectly, the zip easy to fasten. With off the shoulder sleeves, the front having a v-cut neckline. There were lace details lining the long dress, the satin material flowing down your body perfectly. Even with a slit up the left thigh, the dress was classy and sweet. After fastening your heels, you left the bathroom. Beth turned, jaw clenching as she saw you.

“Sit. You need your hair done.” Her voice was dry, the lady doing her makeup having to stop momentarily. Sitting yourself down, you chose a simple style and let the worker do your hair. Everyone was chatting, a clear excitement floating around the room. You didn’t know any of them, only your cousin who was ignoring your presence. Already, you felt so out of place, sitting in silence whilst your face was made up.

“You look really pretty.” The lady applying your lipstick spoke quietly, your eyes growing in surprise. You smiled at her,

“Thank you.” Your voice was low, but clearly showed your emotions. Beth stood, two friends helping her into the oversized gown she called a wedding dress. Another bridesmaid handed her a bouquet of bright red roses, a stark contrast to all the white, but matching her lips. You were handed a bunch of poinsettia, tied with white ribbon.

“Don’t slouch or anything, (y/n). I don’t need you ruining the aesthetic.” Beth drawled, allowing someone to clip her veil in. You said nothing, just watching her and waiting. You knew eventually it would start, the insults and jabs. “Then again, you’re looking a little peaky. Lost weight?” The girls all laughed, apart from the stylists that was. Your hands moved to cover your middle self consciously.

“Maybe?” You mumbled, trying not to show any effect. Beth giggled patronisingly, making her way over to you. She looked you up and down with disgust, sucking on her teeth slight.

“I’d say just sit still and look pretty, but you can’t even do that.” Again, her little tribe began to laugh, as you stood there with shame. From the corner of your eye, you could see the make up artist looking at you with pity. Just then, your auntie burst into the room, a big smile on her face as she rushed to her daughter. You could hear her saying how beautiful she looked and had an internal conflict. It wasn’t your aunts fault, she didn’t know how Beth acted towards you. Still, it annoyed you.

“Oh and (y/n) don’t you look nice. I’m happy you’re here.” Your aunt gave you a quick hug before checking a message on her phone. “Twenty minutes people. Shall we head down and wait in the lounge?” She ushered everyone down the stairs, through some double doors and into a well decorated room. There were three couches and two chairs, all black velvet. Taking one of the chairs, you pulled out your phone, seeing that The Doctor had been spamming you with wedding themed gifs. You just scoffed to yourself, scrolling through them. Then your phone pinged, The Master.

Master: though I don’t like this stupid human technology, I’m going to use it for your sake. How is everything this morning?

Even her texts were formal, you thought whilst quickly typing a reply.

Me: stressful but fine. Just waiting for the groom I think. Are you here?

Master: of course I am. Right at the back of the hall. There’s an old man next to me. I don’t like him.

Me: what why?

Master: he smells like an old shoe cupboard. I’m thinking of spraying him with my perfume.

Smiling to yourself, you shook your head as your thumbs moved across the keypad.

Me: let’s not. I’m sure you can cope for an hour.

Master: an hour?! No, I think I may have to douse him in the stuff.

Me: as funny as that would be, please don’t.

Master: very well. The things I do for you, right sweetheart?

Her message made your cheeks grow red, your lip catching between your teeth.

Me: I am your favourite, right?

After the previous night, the way she had responded to your accidental flirting, you decided to test the waters. Just to see if she’d play along or be put off by it.

Master: but of course my dear, why else would I surround myself with silly little humans.

Your smile grew embarrassingly large, watching the small bubbles on screen. Who knew The Master could be so charming?

Master: besides, you don’t smell.

Me: that’s good to know.

Master: why do the women here wear such odd hats?

Me: it’s British wedding attire, they’re called fascinators. I don’t get it either

Master: they’re bigger than them. And so brightly coloured. Why do they have such big feathers and round things on them?

You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself, a hand coming to cover your mouth.

Me: sounds like you’re having fun, judging everyone.

Master: well, you’re not here so how else can I entertain myself.

Me: you make me sound like a toy.

Master: not at all, sweetheart. I merely enjoy your company, is that such a crime?

Again, you were blushing, staring at the black text dumbly. How could she have such an impact on you, when she wasn’t even with you.

“Who you texting, (y/n)? Your boyfriend?” One girl jeered, the entourage cackling in unison. You peered over at them, your mood souring in a second.

“Don’t be silly, as if anyone would ever date that.” Beth taunted, earning more laughs from her minions. Hastily, you put your phone into your bag, sitting yourself straighter. Seeing the time, Beth made everyone stand heading towards the doors. Giving you one last glare, she muttered “don’t walk too fast, your scrawny legs might snap.” With a sickening smile, she stood by her father and linked his arm. He was always a silent man, he saw his daughter’s behaviour but never cared. You got in line, holding the flowers so tight you thought their stems might break. Alas, they did not and you followed the other bridesmaids down the aisle, classical music guiding everyone along. You stood in formation, listening to the exchange of vows doing your best to keep a smile plastered on your face. It seemed to go on for hours, their self-made vows boring you half to death. Eventually, they said ‘I do’ and sealed their marriage with a far too long kiss, walking back down the aisle hand in hand.

———

Your aunt and uncle stood with you, waiting by a set of white French doors, for the happy couple to come along. It was freezing outside, but you three were forced to endure the November wind. All the guests were inside the main hall, being shown to their seats and allowed to get drinks.

“Oh my love!” Your aunt sounded happy, hugging the newly weds. You said nothing, just following your family inside when they were announced. Beth was making a scene for herself, waving at the crowd as if she were a celebrity. Rolling your eyes, you checked the list for your table number. Of course, you were with your family, on the main round table in the centre of the room. You spotted that your ‘plus one’ assigned the seat next to you, thankfully. Beth passed you, her hip budging you harder than needed. You stumbled to the side, allowing the taller to gaze at her guest list, as if she needed to.

“Don’t rush, you won’t be missed.” She spat, walking off without a care. Even though you’d always been treated that way from her, it made your chest hurt. You were growing tired of it. A hand landed on your shoulder, making you turn on the spot. You instantly relaxed, seeing The Master. She was looking you over with worry, a scowl on her features.

“I’ve been looking for you, did she really make you wait? Just so she could make that lacklustre entrance?” She scoffed, shaking her head. However, you found yourself thoroughly distracted, her appearance shocking you. Her usually straight hair had a slight curl to it, done with precision. She wore a crimson suit, with wide-leg pants and blazer sleeves turned up twice. Her shirt, crisp and white, was fastened with a loose red tie. More to the point, her lips were tainted like a candy apple, tempting you cruelly. “Love?” She trailed her hand down your arm, brining you out of your trance.

“S-sorry, what?” You stuttered, blinking quickly. The Master smirked, stepping closer and letting her eyes wander over your figure.

“Wow, look at you.” She grinned not shy about admiring you. You averted your eyes, looking to the side to escape her vision.

“Beautiful.”

“Awful-“ you both spoke at the same time, coming to look at each other with surprise. The Master frowned, tilting her head a little.

“What?” She half laughed, looking you over once more. “Awful? How can you possibly think that? You look gorgeous.” Her manicured hand cupped your cheek, lips curling up. You blushed, leaning into her touch naturally.

“I don’t agree, but thank you.” You mumbled, causing the woman to raise her brows.

“Would I lie to you?” She asked.

“Well, no but-“

“Exactly, you look devine. And I’ll give hell to anyone who says otherwise. Okay sweetheart?” The Master finally made you smile, nodding your head shyly. “Let’s find our seats shall we, I’m parched.”

After finding your seats, The Master looked around the room with a judging gaze.

“Everyone’s so…chirpy.”

“I think you mean, happy?” You laughed, facing her properly. She just rolled her eyes, leaning back on the mahogany seat and resting her hand on the top of your chair. For a moment, The Master just looked at you, her eyes softer than normal.

“What? What is it?” You felt small, like an ant compared to her. She exuded confidence and poise, making even the toughest men tremble. It was one of the things that drew you to her, her almost protective aura.

“I’m just admiring you, love.” She murmured, moving to twirl the front strand of your hair. Your face felt hot suddenly. “I like your hair, and your make up, it looks good.” The Master continued, not helping your racing heart at all.

“A stylist did it.” Was all you could get out, unsure of how to react to her compliments.

“Well, they did an amazing job. It’s hard to make perfection more perfect.” Your hands came up, covering your face in an instant. How could she say something like that so casually? She chuckled, stroking the back of your head.

“You can’t just say that.” You whined, peeking out at her.

“What? The truth? Of course I can, in fact, it’s very easy.” The Master grinned, giving you a cheeky wink. You just laughed, hitting her arm playfully. “I’ll go and get us a drink, okay love?” You bobbed your head, watching her leave your side and head across the room. A witch-like laughter drew closer, almost making you wince. It was Beth, and her poor husband, taking their seats two down from you. Her voice was loud and obnoxious, like nails on a chalkboard. She was boasting about her big day, clinging to her partners arm as if he’d vanish. Though, you wouldn’t blame him if he did.

“Enjoying your afternoon alone?” Beth asked, leaning over to you with a false smile. Ignoring her, you looked back into the crowd for The Master. “It’s a shame you didn’t go with the dress I picked for you. It would have given you a figure.” She said, grimacing as she looked at you. Sighing, you faced her with a blank expression. Beth put her hands up in defence.

“Look, I’m just saying. You look like a twig. That dress would have given you hips.” She exasperated.

“It was poofy and ridiculous. Plus, it was bright, bright red. I would have looked stupid.” You huffed pointedly.

“You don’t need any help there.” Beth spoke under her breath, crossing her leg and leering at you. “I think you look stupid in that dress if I’m honest. Why wear low cut when you have no tits to show off?” She laughed, pointing at you as if you weren’t there. A lump formed in your throat, crossing your arms over your chest. “(Y/n) you look like a little boy. I’m not trying to be rude, it’s just facts. You should really gain weight if you ever want a boyfriend.” She chastised, her faux advice hitting you twice in the gut. Swallowing thickly, you dipped your head, gripping the fabric of your dress. “I’m assuming you came alone? Dumb question actually, of course you d-“ Beth paused, surprise taking over. Behind you, you felt the presence of someone sitting down.

“Here’s your drink.” The Master said, paying no mind to your cousin. It felt as though your lips were glued shut. The atmosphere was tense, the blonde beside you finally looking at Beth.

“Sorry, you are?”

“You can just call me, O.” The Master shook her hand firmly, the other scoffing a laugh.

“O? That’s a name?”

“Well obviously not, it’s a nickname. But it’s all you need to know.” Beth was taken aback by The Masters blunt attitude, but you didn’t care.

“Right. And how do you know (y/n)?”

“We worked together…” You answered, having already thought about it earlier. You’d known you had to be well prepared, couldn’t go around telling people she was an alien.

“Oh in your stupid little science job?” Beth sipped at her wine, the drink staining her top lip. You inhaled deeply, relived when Beth turned her attention to her friends. Blinking fast, you flinched when The Master placed a hand on your shoulder. Looking at her, you found her seemingly annoyed.

“Does she always talk to you like that?” She questioned, but you couldn’t respond. She hadn’t heard everything and you didn’t want to fuss over nothing. Your silence worried her. The Master brought you to face her, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“That’s a yes then. Ignore her, she looks like a pastry.” That comment made you laugh, picking up your fruity drink. Shuffling your chair closer, you gazed up at her sadly.

“You can distract me right?” Your voice was pouty, eyes glossed over. The Master felt her breath hitch, your innocent face doing things to her. She caressed your cheek lovingly.

“Of course, come here.” You didn’t need to be told twice, allowing her to wrap an arm around you and pull you back into her chest. With your back resting against her front, The Master let her arm hold around your waist, landing on your hip. Remembering your cousins words, you carefully moved her hand off of your hip-bone. The Master noticed immediately, looking down at you confused. Closing your eyes, you let out a breath and let your head fall back onto her shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re here, I don’t think I’d cope without you.” You mumbled, wetting your lips.

“You flatter me, love.” The Master sipped her short, “I’m not going anywhere don’t you worry.” She assured you, your eyes opening and looking right at her. You smiled shyly, not minding as her hand returned to its original spot. Drawing shapes on your hip, The Masters hazel eyes flickered down to your lips, just for a second before moving away.

“Will there be food?”

“Yeah look.” You reached forward, picking up a card from the middle of the table, then sitting back again. The Master took it from you, reading over the menu with a pleased hum.

“Sounds okay I suppose. I am quite peckish.” She spoke absentmindedly, eyes wandering around the room. Clearly, she was back to judging the guests again. It was funny to watch, the emotions on her face constantly changing. “Oh lord, that man is coming over.” Remembering her texts, you watched as an older gentleman waddled past and to the bride. You covered your mouth, tilting your head back and whispering.

“That’s her great uncle.” The Master made a small noise of recognition, her lips moving by your ear.

“That explains the smell.” You both laughed quietly, unaware of being watched.

———

After an hour of people mingling, everyone was made to sit and get ready for the food. The Master unfolded your cloth napkin, placing it over your lap neatly.

“How chivalrous.” You giggled, watching her do her own.

“I do try, love.” She may have been joking, but you had butterflies in your stomach regardless. Appetisers were placed in front of you, a trio of dips with different crudité and breads for dunking. Along side this was a small bowl of soup. It was a vibrant orange colour. Picking up your spoon, you tried some, soon pulling a face of disgust.

“Not to your taste?” The Master chortled, eating hers normally.

“I hate lentils.” You told her, moving the bowl aside and dipping the cucumber into some hummus. It was a light start to the meal, not that you minded. Thankfully, your auntie was talking to you now, telling you all about her life in retirement. You hardly noticed everything get cleared and the fresh cutlery get put down. The waiters went around putting the mains out, a seasonal roast. Who doesn’t love that? There were roasted rainbow carrots, large sprouts and parsnips. Along with the stuffing and crispy potato’s, there were two cuts of meat to choose from. After asking you, The Master put some on your plate before her own then sat back.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” She turned to you with a hint of amusement.

“Like what?”

“All soppy, every time I do something for you.” Her gaze softened as she looked at you, a genuine smile on her lips.

“Because I appreciate it.” You said simply, eating a small bite of your food. She beamed, giving your hand a small squeeze before turning to her own meal. The room was fairly quiet as people ate, apart from Beth of course. She was still going on with herself. Even her man looked tired of the constant word vomit. When finished, The Master leant over, her lips brushing your ear as she spoke.

“What happens now?” You shivered at the close proximity.

“Well i think they’re going to do speeches before dessert. Then I assume there will be dancing?” She nod at you, sitting back again. The plates were cleaned hastily, the room picking up again.

“So, O, how long have you known (y/n)?” Your aunt smiled at the blonde, but there was a sour feeling behind it.

“Over a year, we work together.” The Master lied, repeating what you had said earlier.

“Oh that’s lovely, we were just talking about their childhood.” She practically disregarded her, hands clasping together. You pressed your lips into a fine line, not having the best memories of your youth. “When they were little, they used to fight all the time. It was adorable.” Your auntie laughed, reminiscing happily. Beth looked over at you, smiling fakly. They were less than joyous memories, every family event was hell on earth. “They’ve always just been so different. Has (y/n) told you that Beth was a Pageant queen in London?” Your aunt gloated. The Master glanced at you before shaking her head. You rubbed at your face tiredly.

“She certainly hadn’t.”

“Oh yes! She won three years in a row. Oh I was so proud.” Beth grinned at her mother’s praise, still held up on her beauty queen title. “What was it you won, (y/n)? Best young uh…uhm…”

“It was just a junior writers competition.” You said quietly, head bowed in embarrassment. Beth snorted out a laugh, your chest tightening in shame.

“Oh yes that was it! You got your story published.”

“You did? That’s amazing.” The Master wrapped an arm around your shoulders, trying to bring you some comfort. You just scoffed.

“No it’s not.” Your voice was hardly above a whisper.

“She had one of those emo phases too. Oh they looked so silly next to each other. My Beth was in pink and (y/n) was all in black.” Both your Aunt and Beth were laughing, as you shrunk in on yourself.

“And remember when you had purple hair?” Beth jabbed, giggling into her hand. The Master kept her attention on you, rubbing your arm tenderly. Just when you thought that maybe she’d finished, Beth let out an excitable gasp. “You know what was the funniest phase you had?” You looked at her confused, unsure of where she was going with it. “That time you said you liked girls!” She cackled and you felt your heart drop. Your lips parted, mouth going dry instantly. “Don’t you remember mum?” Beth asked.

“Of course I do, that was a wild day. But she was just confused. Weren’t you dear? We don’t want to scare off your colleague.” Your aunt smiled at you, but you could see the unease in her eyes. Swallowing thickly, you nod slowly.

“I’m glad you’re not one of those at least. Disgusting.” Beth shivered as if repulsed, picking up her wine glass again.

“Yeah, thank god.” Your eyes started to sting with unshed tears, so you stood carefully and excused yourself. The master watched you make your exit, head shooting around to your cousin. She would have shot them, but knew you wouldn’t approve.

Icy winter air hit you as you stepped outside. You leant against the jagged brick wall, head falling back on it as you stared up at the darkening sky. Even though you tried, you couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. Everything was ruined now, she knew your dirty little secret. A part of you that you hid from everyone, including yourself. Sliding down the wall, you balled up your fists, hitting your head a few times as your breathing increased in pace. You should never have come. You could hear the door opening, heels clicking as they came closer. Something pressed to your side but you didn’t look, not even when a hand came to land on your knee.

“(Y/n)..?” The Master spoke gently, as if worried she’d scare you. Not responding, she thumbed your cold skin softly, letting you have a moment. Brining your head forward, you inhaled weakly.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, wiping under your eyes harshly.

“Look at me, (y/n).” The Master ordered with an authoritative timbre. Nervously, you looked up at the blonde with watery eyes. She frowned, tilting your chin towards her and letting out a breath.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because you’re going to think I’m disgusting.” You stuttered, sniffling and avoiding her intense, hazel eyes.

“What? What are you talking about?” She sounded puzzled, stroking your hair gingerly.

“Because of what she said-“

“Your cousin?” You nod at her, more tears seeping out the corner of your eyes. Seeing the distress you were in, The Master didn’t say another word. Instead, she pulled you into her warm embrace, arms encasing you protectively. You buried your face into the crook of her neck, deciding to worry about the repercussions later.

“Darling you have nothing to be sorry for.” She said sternly, running her fingers through your hair. “I know you said you didn’t get along. But you should told me how bad it was.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was being dramatic.” You admitted, nuzzling closer to her.

“Dramatic? They’re narcissistic, homophobic, pretentious assholes.” The Master spat, nails scratching against your scalp nicely. You gazed up at her.

“You don’t care?”

“About what?” She asked bemused, wiping your cheeks dry with faint movements.

“That I..like girls…” you struggled to get the words out, having an internal battle with yourself. The Master chuckled, holding your cheek tenderly.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been flirting with you for the past eighteen months. If anything, I’m happy.” Heat rose on your face, eyes widening.

“You have?” Your surprise made the woman laugh harder.

“Oh you’re cute. This is why you’re my favourite.” She simpered, twirling your hair. “Of course I have. And I’ve enjoyed every second of making you all red and flustered. It’s my favourite hobby.” Your heart was racing again, unable to take your eyes off of her. With a hum, she helped you to your feet, brushing off your dress.

“Thank you.” You smiled, making sure there was no dirt on your behind. You could still hear the party, a glass being clinked for attention. “They must be doing the speeches.” You commented, looking down and scuffing your heel against the stones. The dress slipped from your thigh, the slit leaving your leg out in the elements.

“I’m assuming we won’t miss much?”

“No. Just a bunch of ‘me me me’ coming from the bride and everyone boosting her ego.” You said, lip jutting out. The Master, ever confident, leant in close, her breath fanning your face.

“You taunt me, (y/n).” She spoke lowly, causing you to gulp.

“I do?” You asked, trying desperately not to look at her lips.

“You know you do. With your big, sad eyes and pouty lips.” Her thumb ran just under your bottom lip, causing them to part on instinct. “And this dress, leaving very little to the imagination.” Using her pointer finger, she traced the dip in the neckline. Goosebumps rose under her touch, your lip tucking between your teeth. She looked into your eyes smirking, her other hand slipping down your body to hold your hip.

“Tell me what else she’s said tonight.” The Master almost demanded, “because I know there’s more that you haven’t told me.”

“Promise me you won’t kill her?” You gave her your best puppy eyes, earning a reluctant nod. So, with a deep breath, you told her every insult that had been sent your way that day. With everything you said, you saw her temper rising, her hand tightened on your hip.

Her jaw was clenched,nostrils flaring slightly.

“Are you serious?” She spoke through gritted teeth, eyeing the door like a target.

“It’s fine-“

“It not fine, (y/n). She’s your family! It’s verbal abuse!” The Master was enraged, hand slipping into her pocket. “I don’t care, I’m going to turn her into a tiny doll, and stand on her until she’s just plastic dus-“ Thinking on the spot, your latched onto The Masters tie, yanking her forward and crashing your lips together. Dropping her TCE back into her blazer, she kissed back with fervour, holding your waist tightly. You wound your arms around her neck, drawing back a little.

“It’s fine. After tonight I’m not going to contact them for as long as possible.” You mumbled, happy that your spur of the moment decision had worked. The Master rested her forehead against your own, holding your cheek feebly. Loud clapping came from inside but you both paid no mind, occupied with each other.

“I hope you don’t mind me kissing you, just to take your mind off of killing people.” You said quickly, just in case you’d read the situation wrong, and she was only flirting with you for her own entertainment.

“Hm, I didn’t mind at all.” She said lowly, eyes dropping not so subtly. “But maybe I need you to distract me some more?” The Master suggested, voice dropping an octave. You smiled brightly, pressing your lips to hers once again. Her lips moved against yours flawlessly, hand snaking down your thigh and squeezing your soft flesh. Your hand found her nape, pulling her against your body, so she had you pinned to the wall. The Master almost growled, nipping on your bottom lip till they parted, your tongues pressing together. You moaned into the kiss, a hand sliding into her blazer and holding onto her waist. Your mind became hazy, consumed only by her. The Master revelled in the sounds you made, proud knowing it was because of her. You didn’t want it to end, chasing her lips as she pulled away. Pecking your lips a couple more times, The Master looked down at you simpering.

“I say, we go back in there hand in hand, get some cake. Have a dance, who cares about your stupid family? Then we leave and get you the hell away from them.” Liking her idea, you nod gleefully and placed your fingers together. “And if she says anything, I can’t promise I’ll be nice.” The Master told you straight, but you just leant up and kissed her cheek.

“I don’t care.”

———

Thankfully, the speeches were finished when you walked back into the room. On the stage, Beth was cutting the cake, cheering at a pitch far too high. The Master made sure your chairs were touching before sitting down, keeping an arm around your waist.

“I hope it’s chocolate.” You said absentmindedly, noticing people getting their dessert.

“If not, I’ll get you some later.” The Master was quick to say, making you smile.

“You’re so attentive.”

“Have you only just noticed?” She feigned offence, you just laughing and shook your head. Beth returned to the table, giving a slice to her mother and father. A waiter came around for the rest of the guests, making sure everyone got a piece. It was a pretty slice of cake, with white icing and red berries on the top. You were overjoyed to find it was a Black Forest cake. Excited, you tried some of the icing and felt your eyes light up.

“Be careful (y/n). Your emaciated body might shrivel up from all that sugar.” Beth said in a baby voice, pulling an overly cutesy face to add insult to injury. Clicking her tongue, The Master picked up her spoon.

“Jealousy is a nasty disease, Beth. I hope you get better soon.” Her false sympathy almost made you laugh, but you held it together. She sat there shocked, brows knitting together.

“As if I’d be jealous of that. I dont want to look like a boy!”

“And yet.” She begun, casting her eyes over to your cousin. “She’s more feminine than you’ll ever be. Especially with that attitude.” The Master ate some of her cake, tapping the spoon against her lips.

“Excuse me! You’re at my wedding!” Beth screeched, a few people looking over but not really noticing much amiss.

“Hm, you must be so sad that you got outdone on your special day.” The Master taunted, lip turning up as she could see red flashing up on the bride. Beth slammed her fist on the table, a few of the drinks sloshing over.

“I did not get outdone by that bony little skank!” You stopped mid bite, turning to her clearly hurt. Feeling you tense up, The Masters eyes went cold.

“Say that again.” She seethed, looking at the brunette with pure malice. “I dare you.” Beth shrunk back under her icy gaze, jaw trembling slightly as she went back to her own cake. Frowning, you turned your back to your supposed family.

“I can’t wait till we leave.” You murmured, checking the time on your phone. “But I wanna dance with you first.” The idea brought a smile back to your face, digging back into your food. The Master chuckled, watching as your lips wrapped around the spoon almost criminally.

“Yeah…” Her voice trailed off. You looked up at her and she almost groaned but swallowed it down.

“You’re going to kill me sweetheart.”

“I thought that was your job?” You giggled, pushing the now empty bowl away. Giving you a simple smile, The Master got distract by your aunt who had just sat down.

“You two missed the speeches! It’s a shame. They were lovely.” Clearly, she was slightly intoxicated now.

“I’m sure they were.” The master was hardly audible.

“You two are sat really close. Almost on top of each other?” Ignoring the drunk woman, you suddenly remembered something and let out a small gasp. Moving her fingers along your side, The Master looked down at you.

“Is everything alright?”

“I forgot, I kinda have a room here tonight. You know because I’m in the bridal party?” You explained. Blinking at you, she hummed in thought.

“Do you have to stay?”

“Well I suppose not, but it’s a lovely building and it would be a shame not to.” Glimpsing at her, you smiled and rested your head on her shoulder. “You’re my ‘plus one’ remember. Meaning it’s your room too.” That made the timelady grin, brushing your hair back tenderly.

“Then I guess that’s not so bad, but I wasn’t aware of this. I don’t have anything with me?” Pressing your cheek to her blazer, you shrugged with a vivacious smile.

“We can share don’t worry.”

“Oh? Aren’t you sweet.” The Master chuckled, stroking your cheek with the back of her hand. To your right, a noise of distaste could be heard very clearly.

“What are you doing?” Beth asked as if you had broken some sort of law. The Master looked at her, the girl moving back a bit.

“Talking?”

“Not that! That!” Beth waved her hands frantically, motioning to how The Master was holding you. There was a gaping pit in the bottom of your stomach, knowing it could only end badly.

“It’s called physical contact and affection. I know you must not get any, judging by the state of your husband.” The Master nod to the man by the bar, swaying from side to side. Beth looked too, cheeks puffing out sheepishly.

“Of course I do!”

“You seem very insecure about it.” The Master commented, bringing your head to rest on her again. It was as if she could sense your unease.

“I get all the affection I need, from my husband! My man! You two are just being weird!” Beth shrieked. To anyone else, it would seem like you were committing murder. Her over the top reactions were making people talk.

“May-haps you tell us why?” The Master was clearly bored.

“Because you’re both girls! Look at yourselves!” And you did, you both looked at each other with confusion. However, The Master simpered, allowing you to adjust and lean back against her chest. You stared at your cousin emotionlessly, letting out a breath as The Master put her hand on your bare thigh.

“Right?”

“Your point?” You both said at the same time, only causing more agitation from the bridezilla.

“It’s not natural! Not normal!” Beth preached.

“The only thing unnatural around here is you.” The Master shot back. “You should really get a refund from all those doctors.” You covered your mouth quickly, holding your laughter. Beth sat there with her mouth agape, staring dumbly. The Master just smirked, leaning down and pressing her lips to the side of your head. Your aunt, who had been watching the whole time, put her Prosecco down sloppily.

“You just kissed her.” She slurred, eyes narrowing in your direction. The Master just scoffed.

“That, was not a kiss.” She said, cupping your cheek and making you face her. You blushed as her lips met yours, kissing back shyly. The kiss was longer than necessary, not that you were complaining, but you felt the discomfort around you. When she pulled back, The Master smiled and looked at your aunt smugly.

“That was a kiss.” She bragged, standing and pulling you with her. “Now, if you’ll excuse us. We’re going to dance.”

“Together?” Your aunt still questioned somehow.

“Are you mentally slow?” The Master spat, sliding her hand back around your waist. They just stared. Rolling her eyes, the blonde clicked her tongue in anger.

“Yeah, exactly. You’re old and loveless, stuck with a husband who won’t even speak to you, and a daughter you live through vicariously. And even that disappoints you.” The Master was toying with fire, throwing everything back at your aunt, the same way you’d always been treated. “Don’t look at us, like we’re the ones doing something wrong. As if you haven’t been using her as your personal punching bag. I’d count yourselves lucky that she even came, that she’s even staying. And, after tonight, don’t bet on ever seeing her again.” She spat, taking you away from them and onto the dance floor.

———

The room was as luxurious as expected, neat and pristine. There was a large king-sized bed in the middle, with fresh white, linen sheets and a dark throw folded neatly at the bottom. With two mahogany tables on either side, one had a copper lamp, the other a bowl of mints and a phone for reception. On the left wall, there was a large window, with cream drapes and wooden shutters. On the right, a wardrobe and dressing table, matching to the rest of the maroon wood-work. Opposite the bed there was a large tv hung on the wall, a door next to it which lead to a bathroom. Your bags had been taken there, courtesy of the hotel staff.

“This is nice, you were right.” The Master nod, walking around and looking at the paintings dotted about. Crouching by your bag, you pulled out your pyjamas, plus a spare vest then walked over to her.

“Here, you can wear these.” You handed her the black plaid, loose pyjama pants along with a grey vest. She took them gratefully.

“Thanks love. Mind if I take the bathroom?” Once you had shook your head, she gave your nose an affectionate tap before going. After slipping out of your dress, you unclasped your bra, tossing both into the bag without care. Buttoning up the matching plaid shirt, you put on some cosy socks then perched on the end of the bed. It took a few minutes, but you took your hair out of its style and brushed out all the knots until it was smooth again. Taking the remote, you flicked through the limited options on the tv.

“Anything decent?” The Master asked, reappearing from the bathroom.

“Shrek?” You said, not recognising anything else on the list. Clearly, it was the only big production movie they had bought the rights to stream. Looking up, your face grew warm at what you saw. It was a rare sight, seeing The Master in pyjamas, but it was one you found yourself liking. The grey vest was tight, making your eyes fixate on less than savoury areas. Walking to stand in front of you, she tilted your chin up so your eyes met.

“Put whatever you like on, I know noise helps you relax.” The Master smiled, stroking your cheek before stepping away and going to the left side of the bed. Clicking play, you looked back at her, watching as she sat herself against the pillows. “Well, are you going to join me?” She tilted her head, reaching an arm out for you. Not needing to be told twice, you crawled over to her and lay snug to her side. The Master chuckled, brushing her fingers through your hair. You couldn’t help but stare up at the woman, doe eyes flittering between her eyes and her lips.

“Do you want something, love?” She asked rhetorically, nails scratching at your nape. Getting shy, you shook your head and rolled over. Again, she laughed at your behaviour, shuffling down and pressing herself against your back. Tentatively, her hand slid up your hip and under the matching shirt.

“Don’t turn away from me, I enjoy seeing your pretty face. Especially when you’re blushing.” She spoke confidently, fingers gliding along the skin of your stomach. You bit your lip timidly, gazing back at her. There was a blistering smile on her face, tugging you to lay on your back before her hand slipping out, landing on your front. “That’s better.” The Master muttered, leaning down and giving you a chaste kiss. A whine slipped past your lips.

“That wasn’t a kiss.” You almost pouted, hardly noticing when she began to play with the buttons on your shirt.

“Oh, that wasn’t enough for you?” She inquired playfully, to which you shook your head fiercely. Unable to resist, The Master captured your lips in a deeper kiss, your hands finding purchase on her shoulders. Your lips moved in conjunction perfectly, the movie being drowned out in the background. She popped the bottom three buttons open, hand slithering back under the fabric. You gasped as her hand got higher, allowing The Blonde to escalate the kiss. A moan escaped as your tongues met, your fingers threading through her hair and tugging at it almost desperately. Somehow, she pulled back, trailing kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck. Your head fell back as she nipped at the skin, leaving red marks in their wake.

“Such a tease.” She breathed, sinking her teeth into the sensitive area and leaving a dark bruise. Hissing in both pain and pleasure, you keened into her touch.

“Cute.” The Master smiled, looking down at you, proud of the state she had left you in. Carefully, she moved the both of you under the covers. Hooking her hands under your arms, she pulled you up onto the her chest and wrapped you in her warm embrace. You relaxed instantaneously, pressing your nose into the crook of her neck.

“Promise me you won’t kill Beth in the middle of the night?” You mumbled tiredly, hugging her waist comfortably. The Master huffed, drawing shapes onto your back.

“Fine. But only because I can’t bear the thought of leaving you.” Her response made you smile fondly, eyes closing feeling more content now. Falling silent, your mind started to drift off as you listened to the TV. Lowering the volume, The Master left it playing as you slept, making sure the duvet was shielding you from the cold. Having you sleep in her arms was a feeling she could definitely enjoy every night. With you, maybe she could even find the safety to fall asleep herself.

[bloody-cupcakes]

Okay but imagine a yandere Master/Missy (or even a yandere Doctor). Imagine them defying all laws of time and space to be with their "one true love", someone who doesn't even know they exist

Imagine how terrifying it would be to find out that not only has this person been obsessed with you and has stalking you for months, but they're a literal Timelord. So that means no matter where you go, or what you do, or how far you try to run, they will always find you in the end. Even if you die or escape, they will without a doubt somehow manage to bring you back, just because they love you so much

Bonus points if this crosses over into regenerations, meaning even if you do manage to get away from them there really is nobody who you can trust, because you never know when they're going to come back with a new form

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine not liking the Doctor’s plan to work with Agent O...

“Oh! You’re here. Perfect!” You walked around the console, arms wrapped with multicoloured wires, and proceeded over to Ryan where you transferred the mess into his arms.  

“Uh, what’s all this then?” The young man asked with a frown. Yaz and Graham squinted at the odd behaviour and watched you grin with wide eyes. 

“I’ve finally created the Miniaturisation Materialiser out of some coat hangers and a car tyre in the basement.”

“We have a basement?” Ryan’s question fell on deaf ears as you led the trio to what looked like a toaster sitting on the console. The appliance was hooked up to several wires that ran along the TARDIS floor into Ryan’s arms before disappearing below the panels under their feet.

You grabbed two slices of toast from a little glove compartment and placed them in the toaster, pressing the small knob down. There was a small sizzle until the toaster sparked small white electricity for a second and the bell rang.

The toast popped up and Yaz, Ryan, and Graham leaned in to take a closer look. 

“They’ve shrunk to the size of a grape.” Yaz commented.

You nodded and spun around with excitement. “I know! Isn’t it great?” 

Ryan chuckled but Graham tilted his head.

“It’s wonderful Y/n, truly. But wouldn’t it make more sense to create something that makes food bigger?” 

You squinted curiously, pondering over the suggestion. You lifted the toaster and scanned its outer casing.

“Like an Enhanced Extrapolation Enlarger ... yes, I think we can manage this easily.” You reached back and opened your hand, palm facing up. “Graham, give me your shoe.”

“My what?”

“Y/n, I hope you’re powering that thing safely.” The Doctor parented as she entered her travelling vehicle. She often found that when she left you alone for a day, you had created something new.

Nodding, you lowered the device and took the wires back from Ryan. “Don’t get your sonic in a knot. I rerouted the comms through the swimming pool and the navigation systems are funnelling from the carousel. All temporary.”

“Huh.” The Doctor mused as she reached the satellite screen. “Maybe leave the carousel funnel, I’m getting some great readings. Points for innovation.”

You beamed with pride. Turning to your friends, you gestured for them to walk to an open panel by the stairs. 

“So, how was it? I thought you were going to be back later.”

“O found something on the aliens.” Yaz replied.

“O?” You wondered, dropping the wires into the floor. The TARDIS doors opened once more and a familiar face walked in. “Oh.” 

You shoulders slumped when the guest entered the TARDIS, his eyes filled with wonder and awe at the interior. Spotting you, O smiled as he made his way over to you and stuck out his hand.

You eyed the friendly expression and stared at the open handshake. Then you turned on your heel and called out to the woman behind the console. 

“Really?”

The Doctor’s head popped up quickly at the question, her furrowed brows quickly darting up when she realised what the issue was. 

“Y/n, play nice.”

“But-”

“We need all the help we can get.”

Laying down her expectations, the doctor disappeared once more. You exhaled loudly and looked back at O. One smile from him and you rolled your eyes before walking off in the opposite direction. 

Graham caught the tension flying from the pair and gently tapped O’s arm. “Why are they so mad at you?” 

O shook his head with a small smile. “You know, I don’t think they could quite figure me out.”

Masterlist here

[noforkingclue]

Thirteenth Doctor x reader x Dhawan!Master Masterlist

One Day- Complete

The Runaway Time Traveller- Complete

Requests

Angst

Nameless

Fluff

Competing

Fighting Over You

Hot Chocolates and Hot Water Bottles

Mysteries

Talking and Dancing

Hurt/Comfort

Your Relationship

NSFW

An Unusual Present

Platonic

Just One Day

[sleep-i-ness]

I Know (Dhawan!Master x Reader, Thirteen x Reader)

Part 6 of 'Shackled' Masterlist | Previous Part

Alone. Endlessly isolate, stuck in a silent solitude, imposed by a madman who knew the way loneliness saturated into weary bones. Silence held words too quiet to hold immediate weight, a slow enemy, but the years wore sores, whispers worming into the brain. The universe's discordancies had melded together, swirling, enrapturing in this new silence. Solitude would drive you mad, the only company your thoughts.

But you knew that. And he hated the power it had imbued you with.

The roar of his rage still rang in your ears. Alone. But not quite. That red pulsing fury had ebbed, seeping out of you and leaving you so numb. Simple, fickle, human emotions so empty, pale, meaningless in comparison.

Sickening.

It listened. It whispered in your mind, trying desperately to destroy the rebellious thoughts that welled up against its dam of control. The river had grown too strong, the words rushing up against it, overpowering.

He still couldn't leave you alone.

Obsessive, manic, desperate to return you to the dull, droopy peace that had settled into your bones. He couldn't control you anymore. Nothing worked. You'd been through it before. And now you understood.

He hated it.

Thinking of me? Still? How... pitiful.

Derisive, mocking, cruel. Almost laughable. You smothered a smirk, resting your head against the cool metal of the dingy cell.

He had lost.

I don't lose.

But despite the protests in your mind, you laughed. How could he ever expect to win now?

ALL

@underratedhotties @mxacegrey

SHACKLED

@startrekkingaroundasgard @queerconfusionthings

Dhawan!Master

@kjaneway1

13th Doctor

@better-dead-than-smeg @fromflametofire @Natalia-Helena-alianova-romanov @ghostlystudentpersonasludge @wewaitinthatspace @Sylumarts @gurkiloni @trying414 @meandthebirdss @averyisbackinthetrashcan

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◘○◘○◘ Kinktober 2024 penned by Buggy ◘○◘○◘

◦ Note to readers ◦

Hello everyone! So this is my first time attempting Kinktober, I have my list generated and a plan. I will be using this as the masterlist for the event, being as this is my first writing event in general, I am trying to piece together etiquette of how I’m supposed to tag anything.  I’ll be using my normal tags, with the added Kinktober tag. 

Generally, since this is my first time doing anything remotely as large as this be gentle with me, please and thank you, I will be prefacing this, and in each fic this will be adult content, and if that’s not your jam I get it. Proceed with caution, and I will certainly be using tw in the ANs and the tags. I WILL be making a separate tag list post for this event because I want a very clear indication of who wants to be tagged specifically for this. These also aren’t going to be super long, each one around 1000 words give or take, also keep in mind a few of these new characters I’m writing for are characters I’ve never written before, and I am hopefully not breaking their character too much. As always feedback and reblogs are welcome, and my ask is always open, I am taking requests still.

The below list is subject to change but will be updated as the fics release, along with the Ao3 link, which I will make a collection, and have linked to the specific one. There is a mix of pairings including some canon x canon favorites. However, the majority of the fics are Canon x reader. Reader will be fem!presenting, at least with female anatomy, unless specified otherwise. Let me know which ones you are most excited for <3 -Buggy

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✦ October 1st | Hair pulling [ x ] ● Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x Reader ↳ ○ A quick private moment in the director’s office, Kate is stressed and you want to help relieve some of it.

✦ October 2nd | Oral fixation [ x ] ● The 10th doctor x reader  ↳ ○ On an adventure with your time lord, who simply can’t help but put things in his mouth. Your teasing him leads to one thing or another, and you may have just become his new favorite thing to put in his mouth. 

✦ October 3rd | Cunniligus [ x ] ● Missy x Reader ↳ ○ You never expected to be in this position, but here you are, after a sly comment on an adventure, your Mistress is going to show you why you shouldn’t talk like that to her, but you won’t learn your lesson.

✦ October 4th | Biting [ x ] ● Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ This man should wear a warning, maybe then you wouldn’t find yourself his personal chew toy in bed. 

✦ October 5th | Blow Jobs [ x ] ● Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ Being Harold Saxon is stressful, having to play nice and be patient, he is used to the long con, but human politics? How boring that must be for him. You feel bad for him, and that's how you find yourself under his desk. 

✦ October 6th | Violence [ x ] ● The Thirteenth Doctor x Dhawan!master ↳ ○ a dangerous meeting, tension is high, and then it snaps, rough hits turn into rough sex, biting, clawing, primal, neither one is unscathed. 

✦ October 7th | Name calling [ x ] ● Simm!Master x reader ↳ ○ what starts as a bit of teasing fun, reveals much more to him, and he absolutely uses it to his advantage. 

✦ October 8th | Sex toys [ x ] ● River Song x The Thirteenth Doctor ↳ ○ It's River's birthday, and The Doctor wouldn't miss it for the world, especially since she has a gift for River, timeline be damned. 

✦ October 9th |  Lap dance [ x ] ● Missy x Reader ↳ ○ Smokey haze from the club around them fills the private room Missy had obtained for them, the muffled music from outside brews a tense longing, and reader knows she is the only one that Missy is watching.

✦ October 10th | Breath play [ x ] ● Missy x reader ↳ ○ During an argument Missy’s hands find their way around Reader’s throat, eliciting a groan from her dear pet, the argument turns into something much more fun.

✦ October 11th | Being forced to beg [ x ] ● The Eleventh Doctor x River Song ↳ ○ River is feeling devious and makes The Doctor beg for what he wants. 

✦ October 12th | Voyeurism   [ x ] ● River x Reader x The Doctor ↳ ○ The Doctor walks into a rather compromising scene, and River isn’t going to let him play too, but it’s fine. 

✦ October 13th | Tease (SUBJECT TO CHANGE) ●  River x The Eleventh Doctor ↳ ○ River is bored and The Doctor is busy, but River is going to quickly change where his attention is.

✦ October 14th | Masturbation  [ x ] ● The Master (Dhawan!master) ↳ ○ A new body needs a closer inspection doesn’t it? After regenerating a need to release all that energy that doesn’t include sleeping occurs.

✦ October 15th | Facesitting [ x ] ●  The Tenth doctor x Reader ↳ ○ A lazy day in the Tardis leads to The Doctor taking care of his companion.

✦ October 16th | Reward  ● Missy x reader ↳ ○ She said if you were a good girl all day she would reward you, now it’s time to collect.

✦ October 17th | Shower sex [ x ] ● The Fourteenth Doctor x Reader ↳ ○ Domestic life comes with domestic things, and sometimes dangerous shower sex is just what is needed to make a day more exciting.

✦ October 18th | Exhibitionism ● River x Reader x Doctor ↳ ○ River likes an audience and has found a very captive one in The Doctor and their companion.

✦ October 19th | Sharing [ x ] ● Missy x Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ While Sharing isn’t in their nature, they have decided to play nice because you looked so cute.

✦ October 20th | Collaring [ x ] ● Simm!Master x The Fourteenth Doctor ↳ ○ like a feral animal. 

✦ October 21st | Daddy kink  ● The Twelfth Doctor x reader  ↳ ○ in the loosest sense of the kink, reader calls him daddy. 

✦ October 22nd | Threesome  ●The Twelfth Doctor x Missy x Reader ↳ ○ Adventures outside the Vault, a near-death experience turns to your time lords showing you how much you mean to them. 

✦ October 23rd | Formal wear ● The Third Doctor x The Master  ↳ ○ A party in which they both attend, ends in a hall closet. 

✦ October 24th | Sex pollen [ x ] ● Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ how was he supposed to know the flowers on this planet were in bloom this time of year. How was he supposed to know how they would effect your human body? (Spoilers he knew.) 

✦ October 25th | Dominate ● Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ You misbehaved, and now you are paying the price. 

✦ October 26th | Mind control ● Missy x Reader ↳ ○ You are so cute and easy to control, how could she resist.

✦ October 27th | Honeymoon [ x ] ● The Fourteenth Doctor x Reader ↳ ○ more domestic bliss, He takes you to a beautiful resort planet, and the night is perfect.

✦ October 28th | Telepathy  ● Dhawan!Master x Reader ↳ ○ split apart, across time and space, a familiar call pulls to you, while he can't be there physically he can still ensure you are thinking about him, and craving him. 

✦ October 29th | Hate fucking  ● The Fourteenth Doctor x Simm!Master ↳ ○ They call it hate, but it's more complicated than that, it always is.

✦ October 30th | Blood [ x ] ● Vampire!Missy x Reader ↳ ○ Blood play with a hungry vampire.

✦ October 31st | Crying  ●Dhawan!master x reader  ↳ ○ You can take it, he knows you can, you are his good girl after all. 

[ao3feed-torchwood]

The Teas (12 x Reader)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53902150 by noodleleg They were called the Troublesome Trio. The Doctor, Bill Potts and Reader... They would gas a planet with laughs and save people by the dozen. They would conquer monsters and be hailed as heroes. But what really set them apart was their personalities. A very British orphaned lesbian with a deep love for the Doctor and adventure, A beautiful minded reader from a broken home who also loves the Doctor and the kindness he brings to all.. and then there's the Doctor himself... in love with a past companion he refuses to accept that it wasn't. his. fault. All have their flaws, let's see if they can fix eachother with lovely smiles and the fun they deserve. Words: 34390, Chapters: 9/20, Language: English Fandoms: Doctor Who, Torchwood Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Other Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Bill Potts, Reader, Thirteenth Doctor, Missy (Doctor Who), The Master (Dhawan), The Master (Doctor Who), River Song, Jack Harkness, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair, Graham O'Brien Relationships: The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader, Twelfth Doctor & Bill Potts, Twelfth Doctor/Clara Oswin Oswald, Twelfth Doctor/Reader, Missy (Doctor Who)/Reader, Bill Potts & Reader, Thirteenth Doctor/Reader, Eighth Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader, Fourth Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader

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Special Agent Lokitty Masterlist- Doctor Who Works

all readers

Ninth Doctor x all readers

Tenth Doctor x all readers

Clara Oswald x all readers

Rose Tyler x all readers

reader

Eleventh Doctor x reader

Twelfth Doctor x reader

Thirteenth Doctor x reader

River Song x reader

Dhawan!master x reader

Doctor Who x reader

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Revelations: Part 5 (13th Doctor x Dhawan!master x reader)

(Summary: While relaxing at the spa,The Doctor and The Fam have an an unusual sense of peace and serenity. Confessions are made and secrets revealed but just how long will the peace last for the fam?)

Yaz and yourself were both laying on spa beds she turned to you "it's nice to have a break like this." You nodded in agreement "yeah, it's great to not have something or someone wanting to kill us for once."

Yaz thought for a moment before speaking "Are you still thinking about O or well the Master?" A sigh left you "I can't believe that he turned out to be a villian." Yaz nodded "I know what you mean. He seemed so..." she trailed off before you interrupted "kind, sweet, charming?" Yaz looked at you "Let's not think about him" you nodded in agreement, but then you felt the urge to check your pockets. Breathing a sigh of relief when your music box was still there, you got it out your pocket and looked at it.

"What's that?" Yaz questioned as she looked at the music box in your hand. "Oh this. This was a music box given to me by my parents. They had it made to look like the music box from that movie Anastasia." Yaz looked at the music box closer "it even has the part to unlock the box with the necklace." You nodded "yeah, unfortunately i lost the necklace a long time ago." You put the music box back in your pocket just as the Doctor came in along with Graham and Ryan.

"This is a nice break" Ryan stated, Graham turned to the doctor "so nice and quite." You groaned inside, everyone knows that when it's quite you don't comment on the fact that it's quiet. Ryan looked at his grandfather and smiled "yes it very relaxing, do we have to leave?" Ryan asked. The Doctor nodded "yes but for now we can relax for a while longer."

The Doctor walked over to you and sat down next to you. Yaz looked at Ryan and Graham "Let's go over to the balcony I've heard that we get some beautiful views of the planet." She said as she got off the spa bed. Ryan looked at them "Come on guys let's go Graham and Yaz went to walk out, the doctor turned to you. "Y/N is everything okay?" She asked

"Doctor I can't help but feel that something big is coming and we're all in danger." You whispered not wanting to cause fear for your friends. The doctor looked at you she didn't want to worry you but she was going to do her best to comfort you. "what ever is coming we'll all face it together,like we always do" She replied, you looked back down at your hands "there's something else..." you desperately wanted to tell the doctor that the master was back but you couldn't so you settled for the next best thing "Do you think that we'll have to face the master again?"

The doctor sighed "the Master has come back from death many times. It won't be long before we see him again." She spoke "Oh great just fricking great" You muttered before you up to the doctor and smiled at her"You're really easy to talk to...I still don't understand why but I just want to tell you."

The Doctor smiled "I get that a lot." She stood up "come on. Let's go join the others."

Little did anyone know that in an unknown part of the universe. Someone was up to no good.The blue faced alien was sitting on a chair in a cell. "we both want the same thing. Why don't we destroy them together and do it now?"

A figure was standing in the shadows "as tempting as that sounds, I already have plans for those two pesky time lords. They will be perfect for what I have planned." The blue faced alien thought for a moment before talking again "as for the one who did this" he then pointed to the deformity on his face "what of them?"

The hidden figure showed a device to the blue faced alien "my agents are searching for them, we'll find them and I have special plans for them, I'll play my part. You just have to play yours. Now do we understand each other?"

The blue alien grinned "I'll need to acquire some things, in fact several things. I'll need to start a list and find a way out if this prison." The figure smirked "that I can help with."

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TO WHOEVER IS THE ANON WHO SENT ME AN ASK WITH A SUGGESTION FOR A TOYMAKER X READER FIC ILYSM I HOPE YOU'RE ALWAYS HAPPY AND NEVER SAD THANK YOU /sincere

on that note, requests are open for the nuwho doctors and masters (+ the toymaker, obviously) I can't promise what I write will be the best but I certainly promise to try alsdjskjna

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A Game Of Chess

Dhawan!Master X Fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Synopsis: The Master gets you a little something for being good.

WC: 4.4k

Warnings: injury and blood

Cats. You loved cats. Everyone knew it. Yaz, The Doctor, even The Master. Especially The Master. He noticed everything you liked, all your little interests and hobbies. You were an open and passionate person, not afraid to be yourself or speak your mind. He really respected that about you, maybe at first he just didn’t want to admit that he liked you in general. After all, you were only human. But there was something magnetic about you, drawing him in. At one point, he really thought you were hypnotic. Actually, you both just got along very well.

On your first outing with him, The Doctor had landed in new earth, ending up getting an electrical ‘infection’ that she needed treatment for. At first, she was stubborn, saying she was ‘totally fine’ and that everyone was ‘over reacting’. In reality, her whole left hand was literally glowing, her veins fluorescent and surging with energy. It took an hour, and The Master literally had to drag her into the hospital.

“Only one person to accompany Ms Doctor if that’s quite alright?” The nurse sounded apologetic, looking at your small group.

“I want to go.” Yaz said, already holding The Doctors non-radioactive hand tightly. They followed the nurse into another area, leaving The Master with you. Not that he minded, he’d rather you than anyone else.

“I have to ask, are they always so close? Is it off-“ he looked at you, only to pause in confusion. There you stood, looking around all wide eyed and smiling.

“(Y/N)?” Slowly, you looked at the man, seeing his puzzlement. “Is everything okay?” He almost sounded worried. You nod quickly, shuffling closer and holding onto his sleeve. Leaning in, you whispered to him,

“They’re cats.” The glee in your voice caught him off guard.

“Yeah, they are.”

“It’s so cool…” you trailed off, looking at the nurses with adoration. A kind lady gave you a wave, noticing your interest and thinking it to be lovely. You waved back, your other hand gripping the purple material tightly. Only then did The Master notice your hold on him, the way you seemed content doing that. It was a first, but he liked it?

“Come on, we can wait in the entrance. I’ll tell you all about the sisterhood.” He prompted, exciting you more.

“Really?”

“Of course.” He chuckled, pulling you along back to the main entrance. You both sat on bright white, plush seats whilst he talked to you. The Master allowed himself to ramble, telling you every tiny detail about the sisterhood, about their species and how they lived.

“-though, don’t be too naive. Their claws are sharp.” He said, your eyes never leaving him. You sat and listened for half an hour without complaining. He could blush.

“Oh yeah? And how do you know that?” You asked, crossing your legs comfortably.

“I learnt the hard way, let’s just say that.” He grinned, and you laughed, shaking your head.

“You need a caretaker.” You ridiculed lightly, the man beside you moving to face you fully. He looked you up and down with a fixed gaze.

“Is that not what The Doctor is trying to be?” The Master inquired, curious to know your thoughts on the situation he found himself in.

“She can’t even keep herself out of trouble.” You scoffed at the notion, “No, you need someone to really keep an eye on you.” The conviction in your timbre made The Master leer. He cocked his head to the side, pursing his lips.

“Have you got any references, dear?” You definitely weren’t expecting him to flirt with you, but decided to play along.

“Of course I do, I’m an excellent example of staying out of trouble.” You said proudly, staring up at him. The Master smirked, placing his hand behind you on the bench, angling himself closer to you.

“There’s one problem with that. We’re sat in a hospital right now.” Even though you were blushing, you stood your ground.

“I think you’ll find that Yaz is in charge of The Doctors welfare, not me.” Your effortless retaliation brought a genuine smile onto The Masters face. He hummed whilst nodding.

“Maybe I’ll consider it then, if you think you can handle me. But I do warn you, I’m difficult.”

“Are you?” You shot back, making his face drop slightly. “Because so far, all you’ve done is sit here and talk to me. When usually you would have blown the place up by now.” You pointed out, The master sitting straight and reflecting on himself. He looked at you, a pleased glint in his eye.

“You’re good. Okay. I’ll leave my sanity in your hands, (y/n).”

You really did take the job seriously, making it your mission to keep The Master distracted. Little did you know, you preoccupied his mind often. He was captivated by you most of the time, far too much to care about anything else. Even stuck on a planet, the tardis locked away in a fortress, he was subdued.

“I think we need to split up. Try to get in from both sides.” Yaz suggested, everyone agreeing almost instantly.

“I’m going with (y/n).” The Master announced quickly, making the two women step back in surprise. They shared a look before The Doctor laughed.

“Bit eager there.”

“Nonsense. She just has a reputation to uphold.” He rolled his eyes, “we’ll through the front-“

“No. We should go around the back. The Doctor can sweet talk her way in easier. You’re better at breaking and entering.” You cut him off, “plus, there will be less people round there.” Annoyingly, your idea was a lot more thought out than his and he had to just nod in agreement. Yaz laughed, seeing The Master so easy-going with you. So, you waved off The Doctor and head into the thick woods surrounding the fortress.

“It’s like a maze in here…” you commented, following The Master through the trees. It was getting darker, the sky now shaded a deep navy.

“If we keep going straight, we’ll be fine. Trust The Doctor to park in a royal establishment.” He tut, using his biology to his advantage, weaving through the woods with skill, and good vision. You tried to keep up, jogging to stay at the same pace. Which, would have been fine, except for the fact you could now hardly see. Everything was blurring into one, the bushes, the stumps, the trees. It was a nightmare. Suddenly, your food caught itself in a root that was sticking up particularly high. Before you could blink, you fell forward, hitting the uneven ground harshly. You hissed in pain, winded from the unexpected tumble. As you tried to push yourself, a sharp pain made your arms falter beneath you. Hands hooked under your arms, sitting you up slowly.

“Are you okay?” The Master was crouched by your side, holding your waist still. Not wanting to be dramatic, you nod firmly.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t lie. What hurts?” He looked at you seriously.

“My knee…” you admitted quietly, embarrassed from the situation. Letting go, The Master moved down and looked at your knee. He was quiet, which was never a good thing. You watched as he bent your leg languidly, tensing up instantly. It wasn’t so bad at first, until he applied pressure onto your knee and you let out a whimper of pain.

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, blinking rapidly in effort to not show any down emotions. Perplexed, The Master turned to you with clear worry.

“What on earth for?”

“For being so clumsy and stupid. Now I’m holding us up and-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence, as The Master cupped your cheeks. He looked into your eyes, his thumbs wiping away a few stray tears.

“Don’t apologise, it’s dark. There’s nothing to be sorry for, you’re not being a nuisance.” Your lip began to wobble at his soft pitch, not expecting such kindness from him. Exhaling quietly, The Master knelt down before pulling you to sit on his knees carefully. With your side flush to his chest, you blushed when he brought you into a warm hug. Moving best you could, you wrapped your arms around his neck, relaxing as his hand ran up and down your back.

“You’re okay. It won’t take us too long to locate the tardis, not with my skill.” He bragged. A small laugh passed your lips. “When we get back, I’ll wrap your knee up okay? It doesn’t seem too bad, you have a cut and it’s swelling.” Nodding, you were about to respond when there was loud howling in the distance. The Master held you tighter, eyes scanning the area.

“What was that?” You asked anxiously, not daring to move from his hold.

“I’m not sure, but it sounded far. Still, we should move just in case. Can you walk?”

“I think so.” Your response wasn’t very confident, but you would push through. The Master pulled you to your feet attentively, making sure you were steady.

“Keep hold of my hand, okay?” His instruction was clear, protective in nature. Lacing your fingers together, The Master carefully guided you through the woods, cautious of your injury. You hobbled behind, gritting your teeth to suppress the pain. Pushing yourself forward a bit more, you hugged onto The Masters arm with your free arm, keeping your hands linked. He looked down at you curiously.

“Sorry, is this okay?”

“Of course it is, I still have one arm free. And that’s all I really need to protect you.” He chortled smugly. You flushed, squeezing his arm a little tighter. He just grinned, loving how comfortable you were with him.

Eventually, The Master spotted the back entrance, a large bolted, iron door that was rusting. From his back pocket, he pulled a small, circular device. As inconspicuous as it was, one touch and the entire door disintegrated. Your eyes widened at the sight,

“Wow.” You breathed, staying close and limping into the building.

“Impressive right?” Cocky as ever, The Master briefly let go of you when he came to a padlock. You didn’t respond, observing his skilful hands as he got the next door unlocked in seconds. His eyes flickered over to you, holding his arm out for you again. Not wasting any time, you held on and continued through the castle.

“You know,” you started, talking in a hushed voice, “if I didn’t know any better. I’d say you like me hanging off your arm.” Now it was your turn to be smug, or at least pretend to be as you were only kidding.

“Was that not obvious, love?” You froze, looking up at him clearly flustered. The Master just smirked, continuing to help you walk. Now you were biting your lip, suppressing a stupid smile like a twelve year old school girl. Thankfully, there were no guards in that area of the castle, making it easy for the pair of you to get back into the east wing. Pushing open the tardis door, we were greeted by The Doctor talking in obvious distress, until she saw you both. With an elated gasp, she ran over and threw her arms around you. Honestly, it hurt like hell, but you just laughed and hugged back.

“Oh thank god you’re both okay. We heard about these wolf creatures that inhabit the surrounding woodlands. Thought you’d been eaten.” That certainly unnerved the both of you.

“No but we did hear one.” You said as The Doctor pulled back.

“What took you both so long?” Yaz questioned.

“I fell…” you told them sheepishly, alerting the blonde to look over you.

“Oh that looks nasty.” She pulled a face, ducking down to take a closer look. “It’s really swollen.” Her hand pressed against your knee-cap. You recoiled in pain, pressing yourself into The Masters side on reflex. He moved The Doctor away from you quickly.

“Don’t touch it.” He hissed, making the woman stand up quickly. She held her hands up in apology.

“I can take a proper look at it?” The Doctor offered, smiling at you kindly.

“I’ll do it.” He assured, surprising the two women greatly. “I don’t want your crude hands all over her.”You couldn’t help but smile, allowing him to help you down the corridor. Yaz looked at The Doctor in astonishment.

“Did he actually just say that?”

“I don’t think he even knows what he just said, Yaz.”

Once you were sat comfortably on your bed, you looked at your knee and frowned. It was bruised pretty badly, dried blood was trailed down your leg, leaking from a cut just under your kneecap. You scratched at the wound, trying to relieve some of the irritation. The Master was quick to take hold of your wrist.

“No touching. I need to clean it.” He scolded you, perching beside you and pulling out a cotton pad. “This will hurt.” He warned you, taking a bottle and saturating the pad with whatever it was. Delicately, he pressed the wool to your knee, making you instantly stiff. You pressed your lips tight, putting your head in your hands so you didn’t have to see. The Master worked quickly, removing any dirt that was there and throwing the cotton pad away. His hands moved lightly, applying a cold cream on the darkening bruise. He wrapped gauze around your knee, making it secure enough to stay in place.

“How are you feeling?”

“It aches a bit…” you mumbled, looking at the wrap nervously.

“I think you’ve bruised the bone, so it’s best if you rest for a few days. Just to be sure.” Hearing this, you whined and threw your head back against your pillow.

“That’s so unfair.” You complained, letting out a small huff of frustration. The Master just watch your tantrum fondly.

“And why is that?”

“Cos you three will go off somewhere fun and I’ll be stuck in here.” You looked up at him with a pout, only to be greeted by his amused face. This only made you glare harder.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, (y/n). I won’t survive with those two, you’re my caretaker, remember?” The Master smiled, moving his hand across your hair gracefully. It was definitely comforting.

“Oh yeah…you’ll stay?”

“Of course I will. Someone has to make sure you’re actually resting.” He knew, if left on your own, you would just get up and try to do everything for yourself as normal. But he wouldn’t allow that. “You’ve kept me out of trouble, so now I’ll do the same for you.” You knew you were blushing, choosing to look away from the man. The Master just chuckled.

Safe to say it was hard keeping you in bed. You were just so full of energy, wanting to be up and see the universe. It was only a day in and you had vanished from your room. The Master was lead to you straight away, even the tardis wanted you to rest. He found you hobbling about the kitchen, trying your hardest to reach something on the second shelf. When you finally grabbed the bread, you let out an audible wince of pain, falling against the counter in front of you. Seeing this, The Master went to your side, helping you to stand straight.

“This is why you have to stay in bed, (y/n).” He tut, taking the loaf from you and putting it aside.

“But I was hungry, plus I don’t wanna stay in bed. It’s boring and-“

“This isn’t a discussion. I am telling you to stay in bed. Because if you carry on you’ll just make it worse and I don’t want to see you hurting more than you already are.” He cut you off, voice authoritative and eyes made of ice. You looked down, cheeks a little red for his concern. “I will help you with whatever it is you want. Just ask me and I’ll do it.” At this, you were quick to shake your head. The Master frowned, placing his hands you your shoulders. “And why not?”

“I don’t want to bother you. Or for you to think I’m weak.” You mumbled, leaning on the counter for a bit of support. The Masters gaze softened, delicately bringing you into his warm embrace, where you quickly relaxed. His hand smoothed over your hair, body rocking slightly.

“You could never bother me. I’m more than happy to help you. And weak? You’re anything but, dear.” Your arms wrapped around his middle, face pressed to his purple shirt. “How about this, you stay in bed for the next couple of days, and I’ll get you a gift.”

“A gift?” You pulled away slightly, looking up at him with big eyes that made his hearts thump louder.

“The best gift in the universe.” He assured, stroking your cheek softly, smiling when you leant into his touch.

“Will you stay with me?”

“I already said I-“

“No I mean, stay in my room with me. So I’m not alone.” You felt silly, asking such a thing of him. But, to your surprise, he simply smiled more. If anything, he looked happy.

“Of course I will. If you hadn’t noticed, I really enjoy your company, (y/n).” His comment made your blush worse, a shy grin on your lips.

“Now then, I’ll get you back in bed then make some food.” The Master helped you back into your bed, fluffing up your pillows and making sure you were warm, before returning to the kitchen. When he came back, he held a tray. It had water, toast and jam, tea and also some pills. The tray was placed by your bed. The Master gave you the medicine,

“Pain and inflammation relief.” He told you, handing you the glass to take with them. Then, he sat beside you, making sure you ate everything that he brought.

It surprised you, when he actually did return once he’d cleared up. Furthermore, you weren’t expecting him to sit on the bed right by you.

“What?” He asked, seeing your expression. Slowly, shocked fizzled into a smile, you moving as close as possible.

“Oh nothing. Nothing at all.” You replied, resting your head on his chest. “Tell me a story.”

“About what?” Obviously, The Master had no problem with your position, wrapping an arm around you instantly. You pursed your lips in thought, messing with the buttons of his shirt.

“Didn’t you take over that jungle planet thing? The one with the lemur people?”

“SelvaCentina?”

“Yeah that! Tell me about that.” You snuggled closer, making yourself extremely comfortable. Even though you couldn’t see it, the man was indeed grinning from ear to ear.

“It involves death.” He told you, but you just hummed. He furrowed his brows, moving a hand to twirl your hair between his fingers. “And a lot of blood.”

“I wouldn’t expect any less.” You said as if it was nothing, as if it were casual. The Master felt like blushing. You didn’t care. There was no judgement.

“Please tell me?” You gazed up at him hopefully, his cheeks almost showing some colour. You really just wanted to listen, to hear him, to learn. He was defiantly going to keep you.

———

After a very long, but successful, conversation with The Doctor, The Master was allowed to fly the tardis somewhere. He piloted her perfectly, allowing the blonde to obsess over his every movement. But the nagging would be worth it, to see your face. He left the ship for an hour, meaning you were alone for just as long. And you felt lonely. He’d been by your side for the past two days and, already, it felt weird for him to be absent. You enjoyed his rambling and enthusiasm, the way in which he was so tumultuous. Unlike what The Doctor had told you, you found his maniacal plans were well thought out, most of the time they actually worked. Apparently she was just good at getting the upper hand. He was also surprisingly affectionate with you, not that you were complaining. You’d never slept so well in your life. The Master also enjoyed listening to you, even if you thought your life wasn’t as interesting. The fact it was you was enough for him, and he’d happily let you talk about your family drama back on earth. Your hands felt cold. You felt cold, without him. It almost embarresed you but you were too bored to care about that. After looking at your phone for the tenth time, you settled on doom scrolling through Pinterest. It worked, distracting you for a while as you saved a few new ideas to try when you were in your flat. A soft click brought you back to reality, and when you looked up, you saw The Master had returned. With your door now shut, he turned to you and smiled. Tilting your head, you observed the way he was holding himself. One had was tucked deep within his purple coat, the other holding the other side over said hand.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?” The Master walked over to you, perching beside you.

“What are you hiding?” He just looked at you clueless.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, (y/n).” The Master was a great actor, but you couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“I can see you’re hiding something in your jacket.” You moved, trying to see but he stopped you.

“Okay, okay, You got me.” He chuckled, facing you more but still keeping whatever it was hidden. “I may have gotten something for you.”

“You did? Why?” You looked up at him curiously.

“I said I would if you stayed in bed. Remember?” After a second, it did come back to you and you started smiling again. “I think you’re going to love it.” The Master was obviously proud of himself, making you giggle a bit.

“Lemme see.” You tried again to move his coat away but he took hold of your hand.

“Ah-ah. Gentle hands, (y/n).” Now you were really puzzled, trying to figure out what it could be. Scooting himself further onto the bed, he slowly moved his arm lower until it was at the level of his leg. Making eye contact with you, he smirked. “Ready?”

“Yes, show me~” You leant forward still laughing, demanding him playfully. The Master rolled his eyes, pulling his jacket back at a leisurely pace. At first, there was nothing, making you frown. Then you heard a small mewl, a lump wriggling around the purple material. Your breath caught in your throat as it emerged from the darkness. A kitten. A tiny little kitten with three bright opal eyes. It had almost comically large ears and long pearly whiskers. Its fur was a caramel brown, with white and black smudges. It noticed you, padding its was across into you and letting out a small meow.

“Oh my god.” You breathed in disbelief, scooping the little creature up into your arms instantly.

“Cute, isn’t he? When I was telling you about my time on SelvaCentina, I remembered about this species. They’re very close to your common house cat, apart from the three eyes.” The Master informed you, watching as you fussed over the kitten. “He won’t grow very big, and he can happily live here on the tardis. Plus, The Doctor is more than happy about it.” You were vaguely taking in what he was saying, but your focus was on the cat. It climbed up your front happily, before jumping off onto the pillow you were once laying on. The Master stared at you, trying to read your emotions. That was hard as your head was turned from him, watching the kitten curl up and close its eyes.

“Are you happy?” He asked cautiously, worried that maybe it was too much or too brash. Much to his relief, you turned back and threw yourself at him.

“This is the best thing that anyone has ever done!” You spoke into his neck, clinging onto him as if he’d vanish. His arms wound around your middle, letting out a breathy chuckle.

“Is it really?”

“Yes. I could cry. You didn’t have to.” You pulled back a bit, silently happy that he kept hold of your waist.

“I said I’d get you the best gift in the universe.” He reminded again, making you a little shy.

“Thank you so much.” You gazed up at him, your eyes lit up as if he’d given you the universe. The Master would if you asked, that much he knew.

“So, what are you going to call him?” He quickly stopped himself from thinking too much, not sure if he could even allow himself that.

“Chess.” You said assuredly.

“Chess? Like the Cheshire Cat?” The Master cocked his head, allowing you to move the kitten onto your lap.

“No, like the board game.” You corrected him, shuffling back into his hold with the cat now in hand. He chuckled softly, subconsciously relaxing when you tucked yourself into his side.

“Do you even know how to play chess?” He teased, putting his hand on your lower back.

“Well no. But it looks cool.” You huffed, watching as Chess escaped your hold and crawled his way up The Masters chest. It sniffed his chin curiously before walking down over the bed. He stumbled his way around before finally curling up at the bottom. Slipping his hand beneath your shirt, The Master drew circles in varying sizes on the small of your back. You shivered, letting him pull you down onto your side, with your head slotting into the crook of his neck perfectly.

“I fear I may be unwell.” He said in a very sullen voice, filling you with a sudden anxiety. But he wouldn’t let you out of his grasp, instead he held you tighter.

“What-“

“It seems I’ve gone soft in my old age.” He cut you off with a dramatic sigh, closing his eyes momentarily. You smacked his chest playfully, letting out a scoff.

“You scared me.” He just smiled at your worry. “Have you considered that maybe you just like me?”

“Of course, that’s obvious, love.” He turned to face you, dark eyes looking deep into your own. “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger, somehow. It’s actually quite impressive.” The Master twirled your hair between his fingers. The prolonged eye contact was making you feel small, your cheeks now red. You were truly speechless, shocked at his bluntness.

“So cute. So bossy. Do you want to know something?” He asked, talking quieter now and leaning in closer.

“What?” You stuttered, trying to keep your eyes straight and not get distracted.

“I’m definitely going to keep you.”

[evenstar0600]

greetings name twin! loved your Tom riddle fic. it was super good :) could I humbly request some headcanons for how different doctor who characters would react to you cupping their face??? thank you :)))))

hello, my lovely. and fellow Jace. thank you for your kind words!

PLOT: the request

PAIRING: various!doctor who characters x gender neutral!reader

WARNINGS: biting, the master (they are a warning by themself), mentions of the time war, angst, fluff etc

AUTHOR'S NOTES: reader is female in bill's part and is half time-lord btw. and reader is female in yaz's part.

THE NINTH DOCTOR

mans is shocked

like 100% will freeze and just awkwardly stand there

he'll eventually melt into your touch

since the time war, he's closed off his emotions

upon cupping his face, he'll become emotionally vulnerable around you

ngl, he'd probably say 'fantastic!' or something like that.

THE TENTH DOCTOR

bless this sweet baby's hearts

since he's the polar opposite of his previous incarnation, he'll be all for it

i can picture him blushing and smiling (like in the gif)

you'd have him twirling his hair and kicking his feet

100% would give you forehead kisses and cuddles

would be a bit confused as he's got a thing with rose but y'know, for the sake of fanfic they're not together

THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR

baby. baby boy.

he'd be all smiles and shit like that

he loves you to the edge of the universe and back

in turn, he'd cup both your cheeks too

100% would catch feelings for you after this

deffo would snog you

amy ships it

river, who knows what happens in the future, just smiles contentedly and knowingly

THE TWELFTH DOCTOR

"what the hell are you doing?"

i can picture him saying that

like nine, he'd be frozen solid

for at least a minute or two

he melts into your touch

he comes off as a grumpy old man but he yearns for affection

he'll even kiss your palm softly and brush his nose against your thumb

like with clara in face the raven, he'd retract your hand and softly kiss it

THE THIRTEENTH DOCTOR

she's gonna say shit like "brilliant".

also, since she's fruity asf she'll blush

much like her previous incarnations, she'll blush

and smile

this bby is made of sunshine and rainbows

i love her sm

might pull a chris chibbers and not kiss you (# we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

SIMM!MASTER

would bite your hand

like 10000000% would bite your hand

depends on his mood

he'll either nip your hand or maybe its a full-on chomp

we've seen him in "the end of time", he ate two whole ass people that episode

he's either biting you or straight-up killing you.

there is no middle ground

MISSY/GOMEZ!MASTER

it depends which part of capaldi's era

if it's in series 9, then she'll do to you what she did to osgood.

dead

deadeth

unaliven't

if its in series 10, she'll freeze.

she might cry

will need cheering up

so cuddles

she might shrug you off but then a couple hours later, she might cuddle with you.

either way, its death or cuddles.

your choice

DHAWAN!MASTER

crazy ass fucker

like simm, he gives bitey vibes

instead of having half a mind to eat you or some shit, he'll nip your hand

or he'd scoff at your and push you away

third case scenario, if he's feeling vulnerable, he'll demand a hug

and god, if anyone hears about it, they're dead

canon, i'm his eyebrow

ROSE TYLER

she's so pretty <33333

given the era she's from, she'd probs say "i'm not gay"

for the sake of fanfic, i reckon she'd smile and give you a hug

i can imagine her giving really good hugs

will take you out for chips after

MARTHA JONES

she's stunning <33333

would be a bit awkward given her crush on the doctor

for the sake of the fic, she doesn't fancy the doctor

she might cry

but its happy tears

melts into your touch

would probably develop feelings for you

DONNA NOBLE

"wot"

^what she's realistically say

given that her ex-fiancee tried to kill her or something, she's a bit wary

would probably say something like "you wot mate?" or "not my type, sunshine" idk

the doctor is probably standing in the background like "miss girl what is going on here"

wilf might smile or something. (love wilf sm)

RORY WILLIAMS

would be so awkward it's cute

he's so sexy in the roman uniform

given he's married to amy, he'd be like "no thanks"

or he'd say like "i'm flattered but i'm happily- moderately- i'm married"

(again for the sake of fanfic, he and amy aren't together)

he'd 100% blush

river is, once again, smiling the background

RIVER SONG

she knows all

when you first met the infamous river song, she told you that both of you were, quote on quote, "close" in the future

after the ordeal with the weeping angels, you were terrified.

she comforts you and you cup her cheek

she smiles, knowing that this is the start of something brilliant

would maybe cry a little but would kiss your forehead

years down the line, you'd both reflect on how that was the starting point of your marriage

AMY POND

100% would flirt with you

like i'm not even kidding

rory would be like "wtf" in the background"

theres an episode where she started flirting with herself so i'm not even suprised

maybe, just maybe, would give you a smooch

CLARA OSWALD

your impossible girl

would be a tad shocked but would smile

bisexual queen

kisses your hand

then kisses you

no middle ground

melts into your touch 100%

BILL POTTS

bill is a sweetheart and one of my favourite companions

if you cupped her face after a stressful adventure, she'd pause

time would literally stop for her

she'd smile

since loosing heather to the sentient oil, love had been off her mind

then she met you: the doctor's great-granddaughter, the daughter of susan foreman.

might, just might, end up in a kiss.

the doctor smiles, missy deffo takes a picture and nardole cheers.

YASMIN "YAZ" KHAN

yaz is SO pretty and you can't tell me otherwise

sapphic queen

if you cupped her cheek, she'd hesitate before metling into your touch

her face would heat up and her heart would beat at a million beats a minute

might develop budding feelings for you

sapphic queen (#we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

[noforkingclue]

Hey girl how are you? How is everything at work

If it's okay I'd like to share a 13th doctor x reader x Dhawan!master x reader idea with you.

The doctor and the master need to work together to defeat a mutual enemy. The reader draws the short straw and has to go to a party undercover with the master (the master is wearing the suit sacha dhawan wore at the great premiere (season 2)) they do this while the doctor is hacking and going into the enemies base.

Won't lie, work has been better. A lot of my colleagues are leaving and I'm going to get a lot more work put my way. Also, another colleague is very work shy and keeps dumping his stuff on me. Unfortunately, he is mates with the head of the department so there's nothing I can do...

Oh well, enough ranting! I hope you like the fic :D

Title: Talking and Dancing

Doctor Who tag list: @v4n1r, @queerconfusionthings, @yourneighbourhoodclown, @love-of-fandoms, @emilythezeldafan, @fabulous-jj-style, @theseeker945, @pleadingeyes, @kjaneway1, @truthbehindthemysteries, @im-a-muggleborn, @startrekkingaroundasgard, @mythandmagik, @geocookie21, @zerocanonlywriteshit, @thewinterpoet2, @anteroom-of-death, @night467, @clarasoswaldd, @sessa23, @mxacegrey

Dhawan!Master tag list: @agentmalfoy24601, @b-bae-27, @praxeus-13

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“Why did I agree to this again?”

“Because you’re the only one who can do this. That,” here the Doctor sounded slightly guilty, “And you drew the short straw.”

The Doctor’s voice was faint and slightly scratchy in your ear. Of course the ear pieces weren’t ideal but they were better than nothing. It also meant that that you weren’t completely alone with-

“Long straw in my case,” the Master practically purred, “You lovely as always, y/n.”

“Stop that,” the Doctor said through gritted teeth, “You’re only here because we need you.”

“And what’ll happen when you don’t need me?” asked the Master, “Hand me over to the Nazis again?”

“What?” you asked, certain that this was just another of the Master’s lies

“Nothing.” The Doctor said quickly

“Oh didn’t she tell you?” the Master sounded amused, “What a small minded view you have of your dear friend. Let me-“

“No,” you interrupted him, “No, now is not the time. We have a job to do.”

“Quiet right,” the Master plucked two drinks off of a tray of a passing waiter and handed one to you, “This is a conversation for another time when all of this is over. When we are both free.”

“I am free.”

“Free from her.”

You didn’t grace that with an answer and just shot the Master another glare. The Master grinned at you as he looked around the ballroom. He adjusted his bowtie and you quickly looked away. Damn those… those idiots for making you and the Doctor work with the Master. Damn the Doctor for making you work directly with the Master. Damn the Master for looking so good in a suit.

At your last thought the Master smirked at you. Fuck. You had forgotten that timelords could read minds.

“Only when I want to, pet,” the Master said, “Yours is particularly fascinating.”

He reached over and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. You swallowed thickly at the intimate action. You knew you should step away, to break free from his gaze. You could tell that he wasn’t hypnotising you. You had been hypnotised before and you didn’t have the clouded mind that you previously had.

“Y/n,” hissed the Doctor, “Snap out of it. You need to be blending in.”

“Blending in,” the Master said, “What a, oh what was the word you used to us, brilliant idea!”

You drink was plucked from your grasp as the Master dragged you onto the dance floor. You felt your cheeks get hot as the Master wrapped an arm and your waist and pulled you closer against him. He led you around the dance floor, humming the tune they were playing.

“What are you doing?” you whispered

“Blending in,” he replied, “You are my date, are you not?”

“Only through necessity.”

“There’ll be plenty of time to get to know each other later.”

“I’m in!” cried the Doctor

You groaned and pressed your forehead against the Master’s chest.

“You didn’t seriously say ‘I’m in’,” you muttered, “She did. She just did.”

“That’s what everyone says,” insisted the Doctor, “So hurry up!”

“Don’t worry,” the Master said as he grabbed your hand and practically dragged you off the dance floor, “There’ll be time to continue our dance later.”

[soolarity]

.DOCTOR WHO

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⏳ general

✦ sonder ✿

⏳ 10th doctor

✦ fancy and adventure? ✿

✦ i'll see you in my dreams ✿✯

✦ beside you ✿

⏳ 11th doctor

✦ i'll see you in my dreams ✿✯

✦ that can be for later ✯

⏳ 13th doctor

✦ i tried but realized it was a stupid idea ✿✯

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