#why I love Dhawan Master

[thetorturedlovergirl]

I can say I started being Rasputin! Master’s n1 fan as a joke but now I’m honestly his n1 fan and protector.

It’s ruining my life /j.

[lesbiansanemi]

I’m still so mad and confused about the master during thirteen’s seasons. Like. Okay. I figured the master would become a major villain again because they’re the master and they’re iconic and etc etc but Missy literally developed SO fucking much and it was completely ignored and not even MENTIONED during thirteen’s run. Like why the fresh fucking hell did the master go from feeling guilt about what they’ve done and finally admitting “maybe it’s time to stand with the doctor” to That with no acknowledgement and no explanations it makes no goddamn sense to me like whether you liked missy’s redemption arc or not the lack of continuity and erasure of character depth is INFURIATING

[vammieposts]

Which Time Lord will become Rasputin next? Who IS the real Rasputin? Will we ever have an answer?

[ssaalexblake]

that the costuming for male doctors got dirt boring and terrible around the time quirky fashion was deemed ~feminine is just par for course really i s2g

[lupescx]

I often think of meat hooks

[icarusredwings]

The thing about Thoschei that's so funny is that these are literally all the same people, meaning technically these are all the same ship.

We have these two. Yes? We know twissy. We love twissy.

We have spy doc, yeah? We love spydoc.

We have our beloved/beloathed Simmten. Everyone loves simmten.

We even have whatever these two weirdos had going on.

BUT - Have you ever ever thought about what would happen if you mixed them up? It feels illegal (as in, 'These two specifically are a bonded pair, do not separate' joking matter), but think about the chaos implications.

Can you fucking imagine if you shoved THIS man (6) with Simm! Master? Someone's gonna regenerate. Im not sure who yet. Mel's definitely gonna scream at him, though.

"Ello dear friend do you mind coming along and-"

"Why the fuck do you look like that?"

"Like what??"

"Like a unicorn stomped on you, ate you and puked you back up!"

"You don't like it? What's wrong with it? Is it the hair?"

"Is it the?- NO YOU MORON!"

Or Missy with 9? The amount of arguments and pouting- A lot of sarcastic banter. Maybe a hissy fit. A sissy slap fight if you will because deep down he would care if she got hurt so wouldn't actually ever hit her but would say some pretty mean things.

"Fine! Then go to your room!"

"I'll do no such thing! And you can't make me!"

"Then die! See if I care!"

"Only if you let me kill you first!!"

"Try! See what happens!"

"You dare hit a lady??"

"Pft- I'd hardly call you a lady..."

Yana! Master and 13? Tinker buddies! (They're basically in a love triangle with Chantho)

Roberts! Master with 15? I have a feeling this would kinda slap. Idk why, but I just do.

"So. What so you think?"

"Oh! Sister yes!!"

"... I am neither your sibiling.. nor a woman..?"

"Its an expression babes."

"Why are you calling me such affections??"

I feel in my gut that these two would get along decently well, except this time 12 is the bad influence, not him. If anything, it would consist of 12 showing him earthling things.

"...So.. Uno.."

"Yes."

"I have to have one card left..?"

"Yes."

"...why don't I just throw away my other cards?"

"That's against the rules I think."

"Says who?"

"Says... well... says.. the rules." 💁

Dhawan! Master and 10? 10 could fix him within an episode. I'm sure of it. Hell 14 could fix him. Might take a little longer, though. Dhawan would make tea for him after they go to therapy together. Their therapist says they should work on their co-dependency, but they think she just "doesn't get their dynamic"

I think it would be really funny if we shoved 4 with missy too. Sarah Jane and her would have so much beef. It would be unreal. I do think that Dhawan would be fond of K9 the most though, and Simm would probably be the type to get jealous of a robotic dog...

[youabsolutewalnut]

What I love about The Master is that I literally don't give a shit about how they return or in what regeneration. Simm shows up and kills Missy after getting sent back into the time lock? Sure. Dhawan gets blown tf up by the death partical and walks it off? Makes sense. They played a game with the Toymaker and is now a tooth? Why not. My suspension of disbelief for The Master is unfathomable. This guy(gn) can do literally anything and I'm like "oh ok. That makes sense".

[noforkingclue]

Hey could I please request a Dhawan!Master x reader with the dialogue "Oh don't worry. A little bit of Hypnosis never hurt anybody."

Have a great day

Of course anon! I did go slightly darker with this fic.

Hope you like it :)

Title: Giving In

Warnings: kidnapping, wanted hypnotism

You swallowed thickly as you looked up at the Master. He gave you a manic grin as he knelt down to your level. You were determined not to show any fear in front of him. That was what he wanted after all- for you to cower by his feet.

But you knew you shouldn’t look into his eyes.

Those beautiful, beautiful eyes that were wasted on a man like him.

Someone as evil as him shouldn’t have eyes like that.

“Love.”

Or a voice like that. That soothing voice that he didn’t deserve.

“Look at me, love.”

“No.”

“Why not? It’s not polite to not look at someone when they’re speaking to you.”

“Since when have you been polite to me?”

“Haven’t I? You’re still alive aren’t you?”

You glared at his feet, not daring to look up any further. You heard him sigh and walk around his TARDIS. You could practically see the pose and expression on his face, despite not looking up.  Hands behind his back, mock disappointment

“Do you know why I took you?” he asked

“To piss off the Doctor.”

“Ah well, an added bonus.”

“So that wasn’t the reason? Seemed to be in the past.”

Ok, so this certainly wasn’t the first time he’d kidnapped you. Out of the Doctor’s companions, you were the person who’d spent the most time with the bastard. So he had an element of charm about him, well, at least to you. He definitely threatened you the least.

And sometimes, on the very odd occasion, you could’ve sworn he was actually flirting with you. If you could call threatening to kill you while telling you how beautiful you looked covered in your own blood, flirting.

Timelords.

“Why do you want me to look at you?” you asked

“I think you know that. For a human, you’re not a stupid as you look.”

“Thanks.”

You could see him walk over and he grabbed your chin. Quickly, you shut your eyes as he tilted your chin back. He leant down, brushing his cheek against yours. His beard scratched your cheek and you felt his breath fan across your cheek.

“It’ll be painless,” he said softly, his voice like honey, “you’ll feel so good.”

“No it won’t.”

"Oh don't worry. A little bit of Hypnosis never hurt anybody."

“Maybe not physically but mentally it will.”

“Only if you resist and you’re not going to resist me are you?”

“Yes I am.”

“Why? Oh wait, let me guess, because I’m evil. The Doctor has told you all about me so of course you now know every little detail about me.”

“She’s told us enough.”

The Master cupped your face, brushing his thumbs against your cheek bones. You kept your eyes firmly shut and he sighed, pressing his forehead against yours. You shuddered as you felt his breath fan across your face and you could practically hear the smile in his voice as he said,

“I could make you open those beautiful eyes of yours. I could make you do so many things and then,”

He broke off with a dark chuckle,

“And then I’ll make you forget so we can do this over and over again. So unless you want things to hurt, to really hurt, I’d suggest you open your eyes.”

And so you did.

[rowanthestrange]

#the beard thing is because the doctor literally grew a beard in the book... and he got married to a woman

thank you for pre-empting the question i was inevitably about to ask

MISSY: Why does the Doctor always survive? CLARA: Because he's clever. MISSY: Yes, but there's lots of clever dead people. I love killing clever clogs, they make the best faces. CLARA: Because he always assumes he's going to win. He always knows there's a way to survive. He just has to go and find it. MISSY: Yes, except this time, he made a will and threw himself a goodbye party. Now, if the Doctor assumes he's going to die, what happens then?

You know how we said the Doctor is a law of physics? If the Doctor is one of these creatures…then that’s literal. Count the salt. Transgenderism even. Your understanding of yourself governs the rules you live by.

Not to get too Dhawan!Master -> Missy, but…how much does she know? Because sure this could be a philosophical concept. Or she could actually mean it literally.

And second question. If the Doctor and Master have been so Frankensteined and blended, are they so mixed that now the Master can prove to be deathless because that is their own self-image? Or do they keep coming back solely because the Doctor believes they will always come back?

And if it is the second one…is the Master evil of volition, or because that’s the Doctor’s narrative?

[borwski]

spymaster, becoming the doctor, and gardening – a little character study

anyone else obsessed with the master and margarita short story?? no?? just me?? oh well you’re getting a character analysis anyway, long rant about spymasters obsession with the doctor via mushrooms under the cut :3

tw for dissociation and substance induced hallucinations (weird ahh mushrooms as torture)

for those of you who haven’t read the master and margarita (i def recommend its super fun) it’s about what dhawan!master was doing during his 77 years on earth in that time skip during spyfall 2. he’s a mushroom farmer in russia, crazy hijinks and thoschei references ensue. maybe i’m going too deep into it but i really love the idea of him as a gardener and what that implies for everything we see in ttc/potd

i’d like to start with the fact that out of all the masters, dhawans is the one least confident in his identity. classic who masters and saxon held their title with pride with their “he’s the master and you will obey him” shtick. missy, even when she was debating her morality, never saw herself as anything other than missy. her title wasn’t being questioned, it was what she chose to do with it. meanwhile, spymaster just... loses himself after looking into the panopticon. he’s faced with the reality that the doctor is more important than he could ever be, and given that he sees his worth as interwoven with hers (the history between us, constantly refers back to their past/when they were equal), this makes him lose all sense of self. it used to be theta and koschei. the doctor and the master. now it’s just the timeless child and….. that’s it. there’s no significant place for him in her life. what’s he supposed to do now, when he’s based his whole history around her?

easy! fracture himself into different personalities, hide behind disguises (i mean, THREE disguises in one episode? calm down dude) in an attempt to hide his unimportance. while the timeless child is the story of child abuse and colonialism, a hurt the doctor will have to live with even if she can’t remember it, the master sees it as a triumph. he is lesser. she is the timeless child and she has existed forever and he is some dumb timelord who fell in love and meant nothing to her in the long-run. he feels like he’s not deserving of being in his own skin anymore so he hides behind whatever name and personality he can find.

but the thing about all his disguises is that they are so human. agent o, a shy little analyst at MI6 with the wide eyed stare and wits to be the doctor’s companion. rasputin, famous bachelor and a piece of history the doctor would notice. he says he despises humans but he dresses up as them because well, do you know who does love them? the doctor :(

which is why his name and intentions in the master and margarita are soooo so interesting to me. first off, his human alias is mikhail (“son of god”, writer of the og master and margarita) afanasyevich (“immortal”, also the og writer of master and margarita) gospodinov (roughly translated to “lord” and “master”). he steals a name, just like rasputin in potd, with a lot of weight on who he is right now. an emphasis on “immortal” “time lord” when hes dealing with the pressure of ttc. hes basically copying the doctor and making a title for himself like the ‘timeless child’ to feel equal again. it’s not the only time he copies the doctor either, hes basically working for “evil russian unit” in this short story. 

(remind you of anything?? yes im talking about the doctor-master. super cool foreshadowing on how hes been trying to become/be one with the doctor before potd)

and it’s literally in the text. the whole reason he spends months cultivating mushrooms for russia is to change history a bit so that jo grant’s marriage will be ruined. such a Doctor thing to do, kind of parallels clara and danny. to love a human is to be overly dramatic over them. the master, again, uses humans for his own benefit but has never been overly fond of them, with the exception of the doctors little companions. hes copying her again.

but the thing is, he keeps cultivating them. he gains a love for caring for them. mushrooms are just mushrooms until they arent. in a time where he thinks he’s the doctors opposite, he begins farming mushrooms bc of jo grant, a detail the doctor would remember just bc he misses her. he couldve spent his time escaping and getting back to his regular timeline to defeat the doctor, but he stayed. because of a human attachment. very doctor-y.

and if that bit of nostalgia wasn’t enough, he even hallucinates the third doctor in this. Which. okay. give me a non-thoschei explanation for this.

i just really like what that short story has to offer as far as the masters obsession with other people and his disguises go. and what it means for him to spend months of his live caring for something, like the doctor would, when all hes done before is kill. what does it mean for the champion of death to cultivate life :(

nyways, if you made it this far, i really hope you enjoyed !! i just love talking about spymaster can you tell lmfaooo and if you liked any of this id recommend reading the gardener by ritheh on ao3 which expands on his whole “killer heals for once” thing its soooo good <33 ok bye see u guys next time

[dandelionjack]

i know this is like. minus fourth world problems + autism, and maybe other fandoms have similar issues — i’ve never gone too deep into fandom spaces before and regret doing so — but. why are doctor who fans such incurable haters. i started watching in november after the specials aired and although i’ve been severely critical of certain unfortunate writing choices (as is my right. episodes that suck are… bad) i couldn’t fathom hating an entire series, an entire doctor’s/companion’s run let alone an entire showrunner’s tenure. you mean you can’t stand any of it??

it almost feels like… whenever i come across a person that loves to talk about nine and ten and donna and how much they loved wild blue yonder or w/e, they end up being a shallow moffat hater harping on about misogyny and one-dimensional women as if later series didn’t exist. whenever i find a fellow twelveclara understander who posts about missy and defends hell bent etc. suddenly i come across a post about how they hate rose? what could possibly compel you to dislike the character of rose tyler? i say this as somebody that isn’t a huge fan of tentoo. for more batshit examples saw a post along the lines of “don’t say you think tenmartha is interesting and then post about timepetals” like these are Characters bro. they’re not going to get sad. they are vehicles for the story they’re not people. tenrose was the carrier of the narrative in s2 and tenmartha in s3 and saying i enjoy the complexity of both of these relationships as they progress isn’t contradictory because that’s… the direction that the story takes????????

i don’t even hate chibnall era. even s11 has some redeemable bangers. what i mean is i fell in love with the show as a WHOLE . which means EVERY part of it is important to me and i don’t discount it. every next development builds on the previous. the timeless child ruined a lot of things but opened up many new avenues for exploration! i like the flux i like thasmin i like dhawan master i like the fugitive doctor i love dan and karvanista

you are all allergic to fun. sorry for getting mad about people getting mad it will (not) happen again. im going to go touch grass now

[hauntingcryptids]

Tell Me That I Belong To You

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader is having a bad day. So, with the convincing of The TARDIS, The Reader seeks comfort in The Master.

Based On This Request - *This was originally based on a request but the more I continued to write and edit it, the more the fic drifted away from the prompt. So, I am just going to let this be its own fic and write another fic more closely aligned to the prompt.

Warnings - Reader not feeling well, insecurity on the part of the reader, canon typical telepathy. (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count - 1864

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. I have a smut version of this fic if anyone would like to read it, but I don’t want to post it if people would just prefer the fluff version. I also don’t know how good this is, but I just wanted to get something out there after feeling awful mentally for a while. So, I hope that you enjoy this :)!

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You woke up with a headache. The type of headache that no matter how much water you drank, food you ate, or sun(TARDIS created sun) you layed in would cure your malady. Headaches, in general, but especially ones as bad as the one you were experiencing, always made your whole day awful. Oftentimes, the pain in your head would cause you to spiral internally until your mental health was utterly destroyed. That’s where you were now, arguing to yourself in your head about you and your “Humanness” and how you weren’t good enough for The Master. How could you possibly be good enough for The Master? Even if you weren’t Human, why would he want to be with someone like you?

The TARDIS beeped determinedly. You were becoming better at understanding The TARDIS given how much time you had spent within the ship but still you could only understand part of what she was telling you. The bits you could discern were: “The Master loves you”, “you are good enough”, “you have always been enough”, and “The Master would never think such horrible things about you. Ever!”

Eventually, you stopped The TARDIS’s rant about how great you were and that she wished that she could help improve your self-image. You thanked her for everything she said. Even though didn’t understand everything, you could feel her distress over your thoughts and her want to help you.

“The Master could help you where I fail.” The TARDIS finally said telepathically.

“He’s probably busy, though.” You mumbled, worried about upsetting him if you interrupted him while he was doing something.

“Go to him. He wouldn’t want to know that you allowed yourself to suffer when he was there ready and available to help you.” The TARDIS had to say this statement a couple of times in order for you to fully understand, and you sighed in response. She was right. The Master would be furious if he found out that you hid your distress from him, you knew that, he said as much many times before. It’s just that your brain would lie to you when you were upset.

“The Master will understand.” The sentient time and spaceship whispered into your brain. The TARDIS, given her time being The Master’s ship, knew better than anyone how the state of a person’s physical health could affect their mental health. She knew how greatly The Master suffered, therefore The Master would never judge you. The TARDIS just hoped that you knew what she knew.

“Can you lead me to The Master, please?” You asked after ruminating over everything the incredibly kind ship communicated to you. The TARDIS cheerfully directed you to the main library where The Master often lounged. 

Like many times before, The Master was sitting horizontally on the sofa reading. He seemed engrossed in the thick tome resting up against his bent thigh. The alien’s engrossed demeanour made you want to turn back and talk to The Master later, but The TARDIS reassured you with a comforting presence. Both you and the ship knew that the only person who could make you happy when you were feeling off was the rogue Time Lord.

You walked up as quietly as you could and poked the Master’s cheek with your finger. The Master looked up at you with a smile, completely unbothered. Even while agonisingly planning an upcoming plan to toy with The Doctor, you would always bring him joy just with your presence. You were never a bother to him,

“Hello, my little Human. How are you today?” The Master seemed so calm even though you expected him to be upset. You wrapped your arms around your torso anxiously and subconsciously began rocking back and forth on your feet.

“Can I sit on your lap please, Master?” You sounded tired, which worried The Master, though he chose not to react for your benefit. 

“Of course, love.” The Master placed the book he was researching and moved slightly to allow you to sit on his lap. 

As soon as you rested your body against his, The Master scooted his body down the sofa until the two of you were practically lying down. The Master then wrapped his arms firmly around your back, trapping you against his chest with the beating of his hearts rattling throughout your body. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, causing The Master to chuckle lovingly. You then nuzzled against his clothes-covered collarbones and the base of his neck and then breathed in his scent. His presence was comforting, but unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. Your mind still hurt and your thoughts still moved far too quickly for you to properly calm down. You assumed that your thoughts were loud, loud enough for The Master to hear, but you didn’t put any effort into hiding your thoughts. You just wanted to dissolve into The Master’s chest and to let all of your anxieties disappear.

“I’m sorry that you aren’t feeling well, Y/n.” The Master said softly against your ear. One of his hands absentmindedly caressed up and down your back.

“Make me feel good, Master, please. You’re the only one who can.” Your headache seemed to peak right before you committed yourself to asking The Master for some help. The warmth of The Master’s body against yours and the severe pain spiking through your head was too contrasting and too overwhelming to put on a brave face any longer.

“What kind of Master would I be if I didn’t take care of my beloved Human.” The feel of The Master’s smirk against your skin sparked a warmth to spread through you. The Master always made you feel better and more secure, but on bad days you just needed a bit more reassurance.

“Please tell me that you mean that?” 

“Of course I mean it, my love. You are the only person I could ever care about.” The Master adjusted slightly in order to look you in the eye. You shied away, avoiding eye contact, and The Master didn’t push you to look at him. Though he did brush a hand down the side of your face a couple of times before kissing your forehead delicately.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable, love.” The Master said this to inform you that he would move the two of you. He would carry you places in The TARDIS without telling you where you were going when you were feeling like your everyday self, but not when you were feeling off. The Master never wanted to add to your anxiety, so he would always tell you when he would carry you off somewhere.

The Master moved the two of you so he was sitting up with you on his lap. He wrapped your legs around his waist and held you tightly against his chest before finally standing up with you securely in his arms. Then he carried you off to your shared bedroom. 

Once in the dark-themed and dimly lit bedroom, The Master gently placed you on the bed and wrapped you up in as many blankets as you wanted and needed. He stepped back from the bed momentarily to remove his clothes that were far inferior to yours when it came to the act of cuddling and resting. Eventually, he crawled under the covers to join you on the bed. He cuddled closer to you, holding you tighter than he did in the library, and then rubbed his hands up and down your back as you returned to your place cuddling into The Master’s side.

“What do you need, my love?”

“You.” You’re speech was muffled by The Master’s neck, but he still understood you.

“Yes, but what do you need me to do? I know that you are hiding something in that beautiful mind of yours.” You felt The Master softly tap a finger against your temple, a little jolt of calmness and relief coursing through you with each tap.

“You won’t laugh at me, will you?”

“Never.” The Master answered with sincerity heavy in his tone. You nervously mumbled your response under your breath and into his neck, making this comment more difficult for The Master to decipher.

“I couldn’t hear you, love.”

“Can you tell me I belong to you?” You asked a bit louder, but you were still quiet and nervousness permeated your question. The Master’s breath caught in his throat. He tried his best to hold in his excitement brought on by your request because this moment was about you. The idea of you belonging to him was exactly what The Master wanted, more than anything in the Universe, probably even the Multiverse. What added to his growing excitement and adoration of you was the fact that The Master didn’t even have to make you feel this way. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Somehow, the stars aligned and they delivered the perfect person to The Master. What else could he do but give you whatever you wanted in an act of gratification?

“You belong to me, love. You always will belong to your Master. You’ll be mine forever.” The Master cuddled you impossibly closer, intertwining your bodies in a knot, and whispered into your ear with all the devotion and fervour he felt for you heavy on his tongue.

“And you really mean that -” You tried to ask again, but The Master cut you off before you could finish your insecurity-filled question. 

“Of course I mean that. I would never lie to you, especially about this.” This time when The Master moved to look you in the eye you didn’t turn away. His warm chocolate eyes held all of the sentiments that were laced within his words and even more. If it were possible, you would stare into his eyes forever. 

“Thank you, Master.”

“There is no need to thank me. You just need some rest and then you will feel better.” You huffed into The Master’s neck, just wishing that he would accept your gratitude without dismissing it.

“Come on, rest your head on my chest and close your eyes. I will deal with that headache and those pesky thoughts that were troubling you.” You did as The Master asked, already planning how you would repay The Master for everything he did for you today. 

As soon as you placed your head on The Master’s chest, the sound of his heartbeats immediately calmed you down and the pressure on your mind began to subside. The Master massaged his hands along your back, starting slowly along your neck and then moving further down toward the base of your spine. He smoothed every ache and worked out every knot and kink, all the while placing delicate kisses across your head and face. You heard him whispering praises in your ear, some in your native language and some in his. Even though you couldn’t understand everything he spoke to you, you knew that what he said was entirely comprised of his love. Because of The Master’s actions, you soon fell asleep. You were completely consumed by the rogue Time Lord’s presence, just like you wanted to be when the day began.

[thelesbianthespianposts]

HES BACK!!!!!! 😄😄😄

THE MASTER!!!!!!! 😄😄😄😄

[plethora-of-imagines]

hello! ☺️ may i request dhawan!master being cute whilst drunk off of ginger and the reader gets to tease him about it (if you’re comfortable with the topic of course!) thanks! 💜

This has been sitting in my inbox for a long while.... opps. Sometimes my brain just goes "thats such a good prompt, lets just horde it instead of actually writing it".... This is one of those cases.

Oof.

The book in your hands slid from your fingertips. Air knocked out of your lungs in surprise when firm arms warped around your waste and yanked you backwards into someone’s chest.

The Master rested his head on your shoulder, curling possessively around your body as he hummed and rocked side to side with you.

“Master?”

“Hmmm?” He made the cutest little confused sound.

“What are you doing?”

Silence was your answer for several minutes. Almost as if you had managed to puzzle him and he didn’t know why he was holding you.

“Is this not cuddling?”  He slowly asked in a confused tone. “I thought we both knew what cuddling was...”

His speech was slightly slurred, you could smell the hint of ginger on his breath. Was he drunk?

Suddenly without warning he lightly bit down on your shoulder. Yelping at the sensation.

“Shhhhhh.”

“You bit me!”

“Your fault,” he grumpily responded.

“Oh yeah?” You were starting to realize the humor in the moment. He was like a drunk white girl. “It’s my fault you bit me.”

He took your teasing as a serious question.

“You’re too cute, what’s it called? Yeah, cuteness aggression. You’re cute, so I had to bite you. It’s the law.”

“The law, yeah? Does the law also mean we have to cuddle standing up too? Eep!”

In mere moments you were awkwardly lifted into the air. Vision spinning as your head was upside down. His drunk mind not bothering to think to support your head. Almost a princess carry- yet so far off from one that you didn’t know what to even call it.

The moment a flat surface was present- a comfortable cot that for some inexplicable reason was in the random hallway (Maybe it was the TARDIS taking pity on you)- he flopped down on top of you. Nuzzling contentedly into your chest where his head landed.

“Mhmm cuddly human,” he cooed. “Should have gotten you regenerations ago.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah... love you too much to let the others take you first now.”

“Not going to share even with yourself,” you teased while playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“They don’t deserve you. I don’t either but finders takers.”

“Do you mean finders keepers?”

“Stupid human phrases,” he grumbled. “Don’t make any sense.”

“Awww don’t worry Master, I’m sure your big brains will eventually learn them.”

His chin dug in between your collar bones as he threw his head up to glare at you.

“Shut up.”

Trying to stifle your giggles as he looked like a cute angry kitten.

“I’m going to kill you once I feel I can move again.”

You didn’t think his thread held much weight when he was almost falling asleep mid sentence.

(459 words)

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Okay, I have a request idea if thats okay. Could I please request a Dhawan!Master x reader where master has found a special plant/ flower or something which alters the perceptions of the person. (Say if an enemy uses it on the victim then the enemy becomes the victims friend (or even more) and they plan to use it on the reader and while it's working/ being used. The reader sees and feels a lavender haze on them and they want more of it. (I had to sneak in a Taylor swift reference)

I'm absolutely obssessed with this idea!! I leaned into the taylor swift reference you slipped in, hence the title lol. writing this was so much fun, I really hope you like it! <3

I feel a lavender haze creepin' up on me (Dhawan! Master x reader)

Warnings: drugging/altering ones brain chemistry via a lavender plant, I think that's about it

The Master was infatuated with you, even though he knew he shouldn't be. For starters, you were a companion to the Doctor, his best enemy; not to mention the fact that you despised him.

He tried to forget about you, but he just couldn't. Something about you seemed to draw him in and left him wanting more. And since you would never just up and leave the Doctor for him, he'd have to resort to other measures to get your attention.

Kidnapping you was an obvious first choice, but he didn't need you hating him more than you already did. While he'd love to just use his hypnosis on you and be done with it, the Doctor had gone to great lengths in order to protect your mind from his persuasions, so he'd have to take a more hands on approach.

He frantically flipped through one of the several books he owned on intergalactic flora, hoping he could find something to help. It was then he stumbled upon something that was akin to a lavender flower, except it could reverse the chemistry of one's brain and make them feel the opposite of what they'd initially felt for whoever gave them the plant.

A devious grin spread across his face as the wheels started to turn in his mind. This was exactly what he needed.

You, meanwhile, were strolling casually throughout a garden full of the exact same plant. The Doctor had to land the TARDIS for repairs, so she'd encouraged you to explore the nearby area while she got them done.

A shiver went down your spine as you suddenly got the feeling that you were being watched. Frowning, you turned and looked behind you but saw no one there. You figured it was just the wind or perhaps a local critter. Until you turned back around to find yourself face to face with none other than the Master himself.

"Oh, great. It's you," you grumbled while rolling your eyes. The Master tried not to appear upset, although he was clearly disappointed you had that kind of lackluster reaction to seeing him.

"Yes, it's me, indeed." He flashed you a bright, charming smile, which did nothing to get rid of the unimpressed look on your face.

"What do you want?" You asked bluntly in an irritated tone, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at him.

His ego deflated some, but he pushed down his feelings as he presented a lavender bouquet to you. "These are for you, my dear. Here, take them."

You glanced down at the bunch of plants, narrowing your eyes at them suspiciously. "Why? What're giving me these for?"

This was proving to be a tad bit more difficult than he thought. The Master was used to people falling for his charms instantly, but they just didn't seem to work on you.

"I'm giving them to you because a beautiful person deserves beautiful things," he said flirtatiously, doing his best to hide his desperation. He couldn't force you to take them from him: the plant's magical and scientific properties would only activate if you willingly accepted the offer.

You thought he looked a tad bit pathetic, in all honesty. It kind of made you feel bad for him. "If I take these, will you finally leave me alone?" You asked in an exasperated manner.

Eagering nodding his head, The Master grinned. "Of course, darling. Anything for you." It was hard to miss the way you rolled your eyes at him for a second time, but he wouldn't have to worry about your disinterest for much longer.

"Fine." You snatched the bouquet from him, and almost immediately after the power of the plant started to take affect. Your eyes became glazed over as you watched him, feelings blooming in your chest that you'd never felt before.

His eyes were such a gorgeous shade of brown, and with the way his lips looked, all you wanted to do was kiss him. "Wh- Whoa," you muttered to yourself as you deeply inhaled the intoxicating scent of the bouquet in front of you.

Forget seeing through rose colored glasses, right about now you were seeing through lavender lenses. A hazy feeling started to creep up over you as your vision dimmed.

"Are you alright, my dear?" He asked with slight concern, not anticipating the effects of the plant to act so quickly or be so strong.

"You're really amazing, did you know that?" Your voice was a tad bit slurred, almost as though you were tipsy from alcohol. In you opinion, being drunk on the love you felt for him was much better.

The Master beamed with pride as he reached out and took your hand in his, pulling you in close. "Of course I do. You're just as wonderful, might I add."

You let out a giddy laugh in response, your eyes having a purple tint to them on top of their now cloudy look. "We should do something together, just the two of us."

His entire face lit up with joy as he finally had to opportunity to spend time with you in a way that didn't involve you hurling insults at him nonstop. "My dear, I'd love nothing more."

He led you back to his TARDIS, filled with excitement over the idea of you finally wanting him just as much as he did you. It would be quite the surprise for the Doctor when she returned to find her companion had parted ways with her, too awestruck by the feeling of a lavender haze all around them to care.

end notes: I probably shouldn't enjoy writing fics involving the reader being drugged as much as I do lmao

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Hello! Hi!

I'm Vulture, welcome to my Doctor Who ship blog <3

This used to be a vent blog but BITCH I'm healing. So now I'm here to post about silly space ships =D

Anyway here's my list of ships and stuff

Insane about them forever:

12/Missy

12/Clara

Clara/Missy

13/Missy

13/Yaz

River/Doctor (11 esp, but really any Doctor)

Love em <3:

10/Simm!Master

13/Dhawan!Master

Amy/Rory

Jenny/Vastra

Rogue/15

Eh, it's okay:

Jack/Doctor

Rose/Doctor (I like her, I'm just not particularly crazy about them </3)

Solely because it'd be funny and/or batshit insane:

11/Rory

River/Missy

Missy/Simm!Master

Simm!Master/12

Also I think they're (almost) all transgender. Because why the fuck not.