Quarantine Breakdown

Did anyone else notice that in Episode 10 of OFMD, Black Pete was wearing the clothes Frenchie stole from the fancy merchant ship in Episode 5?

Did Frenchie let Black Pete wear the outfit for the "talent show"?

Or did Blackbeard make Frenchie get rid of the outfit because the outfit reminded Blackbeard of Stede and their adventures together?

So … uh … I love this! Don’t think I can live without it😍

Does Your Mother Know? {Dhawan!Master x DoctorsDaughter!Reader}

Summary: You and the Master have always had a complex relationship. If you could even call it that… Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest after all…

A/N: Reader is of age. In Timelord sense… But I listened to ‘Does Your Mother Know’ by ABBA and just HAD to write this I- ajakjsiaja

Warnings: None, a little smooching

You're so hot, teasing me

So, you're blue, but I can't take a chance on a chick like you

That's something I couldn't do

“I should’ve known it was you.”

You said, raising a brow, turning on your heel to see the familiar face of The Master, grinning wildly at you as he stalked towards you. His eyes scanning you as you couldn’t help but feel like he was a bird of prey and you were his next victim.

“What gave it away?” The man asked, eyes narrowing slightly as he stood a few feet before you, hand on his hip.

“The shoddy wiring-“ You quipped as he simply smirked. You held the device in your hand he had planted, standing in the middle of an abandoned ballroom, where a mere few minutes ago you were telling the humans to run for their lives. “The boldness of it, the theatricality…” You continued, as you threw the now deactivated device down to the floor with a bang.

“You noticed.” He almost purred as you fought the urge to roll your eyes at him. “I had to get your attention somehow.”

“Most people simply use a phone…” You smirked as he let out a breathy laugh.

“Except I’m not most people, am I dear?” He took another step towards you. “Besides… Couldn’t have mummy dearest intercepting.” He pursed his lips as you bit your own. “Where is she by the way? Off with her little human pets?”

“You dragged me all the way to 1890 to ask about my mother?” You raised a brow, folding your arms as he clicked his tongue.

“You know why I dragged you here.” You hadn’t noticed how close he was to you, as he peered down at you, eyes dark and broody.

There's that look in your eyes

I can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild

Ah, but girl, you're only a child

You simply rolled your eyes, as you rounded him, lightly bumping into his arm as you did so, causing him to shake his head slightly before reaching a hand out, turning with you as he gripped your arm to stop you from leaving.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked, tone low as you stared up at him. “How disappointing…”

“I’ve got things to do.” You simply told him, but didn’t fight his grip. You could feel your hearts beating in your chest as you stared at him.

“More important than little old me?” He smirked, a little flirtatious in tone. “I’m hurt.” He teased, furrowing his brows.

“Believe it or not, Master-“ You began, as he felt a rush go through him at the use of his name. “My world doesn’t revolve around you…” You breathed out as he laughed, shaking his head.

“Your heart beats suggest otherwise.” He said lowly, as you realised he’d moved his hand from your arm and to your wrist, as you peered down, quickly removing your arm from his grip. “Fine.” He sighed, taking a step back, allowing you to go. You gave him once last look before going to take your leave. After a few seconds, you stopped in your tracks as ballroom style music began to flood your ears. You let out a breath as you turned, seeing the Master stood in the middle of the floor, a record player turning in the corner. “Or… You could have a little fun.” He voiced, holding out a hand to you as you licked your lips. “Go on… Live a little.”

Well, I can dance with you, honey, if you think it's funny

Does your mother know that you're out?

And I can chat with you, baby, flirt a little maybe

Does your mother know that you're out?

Sighing to yourself, you gave in, slowly approaching the man as he watched intently, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“One dance.” You told him sternly as he nodded, watching as you took his hand. His grip was soft and gentle, quite the opposite of him. But it always was when it came to you. His other hand came round to rest on your waist, as your own free hand planted itself on his shoulder. Eventually, you both began to move slightly to the music, as you fought the urge to stare at him, focusing your gaze elsewhere, looking round the room.

“What would your mother say?” The Master finally spoke, his words low. “You… Dancing with the enemy.” He purred out as you narrowed your eyes, finally catching his gaze.

“What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” You said softly, as he raised a brow in surprise at your words, a smirk appearing on his lips.

“Ooo-“ He let out. “Keeping secrets now are we? How Doctor of you…” You rolled your eyes slightly at his words. “Keeping me your sordid little secret…” He almost whispered as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“There’s nothing to tell.” You simply replied as he tightened his grip ever so slightly on your waist, but you felt it. And he knew it.

“Really?” He breathed out.

“Yes.” You felt your voice waver slightly as he hummed, leaning his head back a little.

Take it easy (take it easy)

Better slow down, girl

That's no way to go

Does your mother know?

“Is that you trying to convince me or yourself?” The Master landed on, as you both stared at each other, the music fading out as you focused on him. You didn’t say a word. “Even after everything I’ve done… You still can’t bring yourself to hate me, dear.” It was true. You hated that he had this hold over you. But you couldn’t stop it. It felt like there was this pull, between you and him, no matter what he did or said. It was electric. “And I think we both know why…” You could feel his breath on your face as you peered up through your lashes at him.

“You’re just doing this… Because of The Doctor.” You told him quietly, as he let out a soft scoff.

“Still so suspicious.” He whispered. “Very wise of you.” You could feel yourself subconsciously getting closer to him, feeling his chest against your own as you moved your hand on his shoulder, closer to his neck. “What if I told you, you’re just a pawn in my game?” He asked as you bit your lip. “A way to get to The Doctor… To bring her down…” His grip tightened once again on your waist as he held you even closer, which you didn’t think was possible. “Would you let me?”

“No.” You breathed out, eyes blinking.

“Do you think you have a choice?” There was no emotion behind his voice, it was a simple question.

I can see what you want

But you seem pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun

So maybe I'm not the one

Before you could say anything, his lips had crashed into your own. You absentmindedly moved your hand to the nape of his neck as you held him closer. It felt right, it felt exciting, it felt… Real. After what felt like only a few seconds, he pulled away, his hand coming to rest on your cheek as he let his forehead lean against your own.

“Now there’s definitely something to keep secret…”

Well, I can dance with you, honey, if you think it's funny

Does your mother know that you're out?

And I can chat with you, baby, flirt a little maybe

Does your mother know that you're out?

"but steven moffat does misogyny!!" yeah absolutely. no arguments from me! but are you also mad about how rtd wrote Black people in deeply racist ways, joked about sexual harassment for years, got Christopher eccleston blacklisted, wrote the Doctor as being in love with a teenager, and also can't do a finale that isn't fucking tin cans or the Doctor's ex-boyfriend?? are you also mad that rtd is showrunning Doctor Who's first season with a Black Doctor and hasn't hired a single Black writer? Or are you someone who thinks the queerness in his work fucking cancels out that shit? Are you just someone who only cares about Doctor Who being problematic when it's a writer you already hate?

Books Read In August 2024

Ghost Wall by Sarah Moss

Hamnet by Maggie O'Farrell (Began in July, Finished in August)

A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book Seven - The Vile Village by Lemony Snicket

Chouette by Claire Oshetsky

Animal Farm by George Orwell

All's Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

1984 by George Orwell

A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book Eight - The Hostile Hospital by Lemony Snicket

If it Bleeds by Stephen King (Began but Not Finished)

I will be reposting my Did You Miss Me? Series on this blog eventually.

I really want to expand it to include some of the hints of The Master's presence in The Flux and The Specials. And I will obviously be including The Master's role in The Power of The Doctor.

It will be a lot to rewrite and organise so I'm not promising a specific date right now, but hopefully, I will have something soon.

I might even make two endings because I can't choose between the two ideas in my head.

But I do have one question, more about The Flux and if I understood it properly. Was The Master actually responsible for The Flux? The conversation The Doctor had with Time made me think that he was, but I could easily just have misinterpreted everything.

-Ghost

Hiii, I hope you’re having a good day! I was wondering if I could request a sequel to your Dh!Master fic ‘sneaking around’ where the rest of the fam find out about the Master and the reader being together? Maybe they’re all put on an adventure and the reader gets hurt, which causes the Master to be really worried? Feel free to do what you like tho :D

Hello! I am doing pretty well. And I hope that you are having a great day, anon!

Thank you so much for the request! I am really happy that you enjoyed Sneaking Around Part 1, and I hope that you enjoy the second part.

I will be posting Part 2 of Sneaking Around on the 6th of September.

I'll link Part 1 below and will link Part 2 once I post it.

Sneaking Around Part 1

Sneaking Around Part 2 - 6 September 2022

Again, I hope that you enjoy!

My Baby Doll

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - Wondering where The Master had gone in the middle of the night, The Reader walks in on The Master fiddling with his TCE.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Reader being turned into a doll.

Word Count - 792

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account. Just reposting it on here. I hope that you enjoy it!

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The TCE began malfunctioning one day after you and The Master came back from a relatively tame adventure. He couldn’t understand why a machine he meticulously build would be acting up like this. The Master always prided himself on being an excellent engineer and having taken good care of his technology, unlike The Doctor who always seemed to be breaking something. The Master was very upset and confused by the slight malfunction, but you drew him away from his turning mind as you led him back to your bedroom for the night. 

After you were deeply asleep, The Master awoke in the middle of the night, unable to draw his mind fully away from his Tissue Compression Eliminator. He thought that he could tinker with it for a bit, and then it would be back to normal. His luck was not with him today, but he hoped that he could manufacture some.

The Master crawled out of bed, careful to not wake you because of his restless mind. He quietly padded from your shared bedroom to his office, just outside the TARDIS console room, with his TCE and tools in hand.

You woke up cold and alone, but you were tucked up into your blankets with care. The Master did this often, sneaking off in the middle of the night to deal with his never-quiet mind, but he would always tuck you back into the blankets snuggly. He would teasingly say that he couldn’t have “his little Human getting a cold”, but it was clear that this was just his way of showing that he cared for you.

Despite what The Master would have wanted, you removed yourself from your cocoon of blankets and trudged to The Master’s office, where you knew he would be. You knocked on the door, but he didn’t answer. He was too busy going over mathematics, calculations and bits of engineering info in his head. 

You quietly turned the doorknob and stepped into his office. The Master still didn’t notice you, so you prepared to speak out to him. Before you could make a sound, the TCE accidentally went off due to The Master fiddling with its interior wiring. 

Being hit by the TCE ray surprisingly didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable. You felt small, now looking up at your now large surroundings and you felt much more solid than before. You also felt a bit nauseous and like you had a really bad strain in your neck. Though you couldn’t move more than a couple of millimetres, so there was nothing you could do about the discomfort in your stomach or neck. You wondered what this meant for you. Would you stay like this forever? Could The Master change you back? Would he even try, or would he just throw you away? 

Your worried mind stopped turning when you saw The Master. He ran up to you and stared at you for a moment before picking you up in calloused hands. His eyes were sad but filled with confused happiness about the fact that you didn’t die.

“Can you hear me? Can you move? Blink twice if you can hear me.” His voice was frantic, and his eyes were wide with shock, but you managed to blink twice, causing The Master to breathe a sigh of relief. You tried to move again, and it was actually easier to move now. There was still a major restriction on your movement, but you could now speak, unlike before. 

“I’m going to correct this, okay? I am not going to leave like this, my love.” He caressed a now giant thumb against your plastic face, wiping away a tear that somehow fell from your eye.

“I believe you, but what are we going to do until then? I’m scared about what is going to happen to me, Master!”

“I know, my love, but you will be safe with me.”

The Master placed you, gently, in the breast pocket of his jacket, as it was bigger on the inside and safe for you to be there, while he began to plan out a way to correct this. He already had plenty of ideas on how to do such a thing, but he figured that he might wait a bit. 

He knew that he would change you back eventually, but he loved your dependence on him. Now that you were doll-like, you were fully dependent upon him. So, he might keep you in this state for a bit longer than necessary. You would never know, of course, so there would be no harm done if indulged in being in control. It would just be you and The Master doing everything for you and him keeping you with him at all times.

Take My Hand {Dhawan!Master x Reader}

Summary: You & The Master have history. But it never ends the way you want it to.

A/N: Will probably do a part two

Warnings: TPOTD Spoilers! I guess a slightly toxic relationship??? It’s the Master so… always toxic lol

You stood anxiously, finding yourself subconsciously biting your lip in anticipation. What the hell had he planned this time? Every time you’ve found yourself in his presence, he’d manage to lure you in, make you feel sorry for him, but then he’d ultimately betray your feelings and conceptions about him with trying to hurt the Doctor. Truth was, you understood somewhat how he felt. To not want to be you. To want to be greater, have more purpose, to be… More.

You’d been around the Doctor a long time. Not consistently, after choosing to walk away a few trips after the year that never was, back when she was a different person. But you’d often find yourself mixed up in the Doctors antics over the next few years of your life. You saw her when she was an older Scottish man, and when the current man on your mind was a she… Missy. You’d stuck around for a little while when the Doctor found himself alone after Clara. You’d become close with Missy. Friends you may have even said. Perhaps it was easier, purely because Missy felt completely different to the man you had to face when he was Saxon. Once again, you left, after sticking around for a few months, going back to your normal life. It was only a year or so later you found yourself in another situation involving the Doctor and her greatest enemy.

“Not dead then?” You raised a brow at the new face of the man in front of you. He was donning a dark purple jacket, tartan waist coat and trousers combo with a beard. He somehow looked put together, whilst keeping that crazed look in his eyes that told you he was as wild as years before. Smirking, he approached.

“I could say the same to you.” He looked you up and down. “I see time has been kind to you all these years.” You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head.

“Stop. Whatever you’re planning, just don’t.” You said exasperatedly. “It never works. Why do it to yourself?” His smirk dropped, a darker gaze falling onto his features, his eyes boring into your own.

“Because I have nothing else to live for.”

Of course, you were right. His plan was foiled, as the Doctor defeated him again. You had tried, time and time again to get through to the man, but every time you felt you got a bit closer, you were pushed back multiple steps.

You thought about all those times, as you were brought out of your mind by a familiar sound. The whirring of the TARDIS echoed through the building as you found yourself rushing towards it. You looked to see a swarm of UNIT soldiers aiming their guns at the box, whilst Ace & Tegan stood on the stairs, and Kate ahead, ready to face the crazed man when he stepped out with the Doctor. After what felt like a life time, the door finally opened, as the familiar face you had been thinking about appeared… The Master. He was quickly grabbed by two of UNITs men. He looked around, scanning the building, a grin breaking out onto his face.

“Put him in the bunker.” Kate spoke, ordering her men. “Constant monitoring, full security detail.” The two soldiers walked him, as they followed their boss’ words.

“Ooh, the bunker! That sounds nice! I love a bunker!” The Master smiled, looking around. “Anybody want to join me? Bunk-up in the bunker?” He smirked as you watched from the sidelines. He suddenly turned to Kate, pulling on the two armed men. “Your dad was an idiot.” He commented to Kate as she stayed straight faced, ignoring his quip. The two guards pulled him back, continuing to walk with him, as his head snapped back round, his eyes landing on the two former companions who stood above him. “Oh, Tegan Jovanka! How's your Auntie Vanessa? Do you keep her in a little doll's house?” He commented, as she glared down at him.

“I'm going to enjoy watching you locked up in a tiny cell.” Tegan narrowed her eyes at him as he raised a brow.

“That's right, you tell me. And Ace!” His attention turned to the other woman. “Or should I say Dorothy? Didn't the Doctor ditch you? No? Little fallout with your Machiavellian maestro?” He taunted.

“Last time I saw you, you were half cat.” Ace raised a brow, as he shrugged.

“A man’s allowed to experiment.” He retorted, before his gaze finally landed on you. You looked at him with a softer expression than the others, but kept your arms folded over your chest, showing you weren’t afraid and ready to stand your ground.

“And (Y/N) (L/N)…” He gave a half smile. “Still holding onto the Doctors beck and call I see.” You stayed silent. “No? Nothing to say?” He sighed. “Well that’s boring.” Truth was, what could you say that you hadn’t already tried before. “Still,-“ He paused. “-looking as young as ever.” He commented as you raised a brow, before Kate cut him off.

“Take him away.” She ordered as the men dragged him towards the elevator.

“Yes, yes, take me away! You'll all feel safer then with me in the building. You're not staying, Doctor?” He called from inside the lift. “You're not going to leave them alone, are you... while you go Dalek hunting?” The Doctor didn’t reply, as the doors began to close. “Whoo!” Was the last thing the Master said before the doors sealed, sending him down to below the building. You finally let out a breathe you didn’t know you were holding.

“(Y/N), Ace, Tegan, I need you to stay here and monitor the Master. We won't be long.” The Doctor told you three as she turned to head back into her ship, you found yourself zoning out, turning as you headed back into Kates office.

A few minutes later, Ace & Tegan entered the room, seeing you watching the security camera of the bunker on the screen, watching as the Master paced around his cell, occasionally staring up directly into the camera above him. It was like he knew you were watching.

“We can take turns watching.” Ace commented as you snapped your head towards the voice, not even registering them enter. “I really thought I’d seen the last of him.”

“Yeah, well, he has a habit of coming back when you least expect it.” You replied as the two woman came round to stand beside you.

“How’d you meet him?” Tegan asked as you sighed.

“Many years ago. When the Doctor was still a he. The Master came to Earth, became Prime Minister… He managed to slaughter thousands of people, take over, but the Doctor reversed time. None of it ever happened to you.” You told them.

“That sounds like The Master.” Ace shook her head slightly.

“Then I met him again, when he was a she. Missy. But she was different, like she had more of a softer side. In her own wicked way of course.” Both women turned to you in surprise at that remark. “And then this one. With a cyber army not long ago.”

“Wow… You really had a lot of run ins then.” Tegan said as you nodded.

“I would’ve even said we were friends…” You muttered lowly, causing both woman again to look surprised. “But that was long ago now.” The two woman shared a look.

“Is there…” Ace began, unsure how to ask. “History?” She raised a brow as you scoffed lightly, shaking your head.

“Not like that.” You sighed. “Well, not in a conventional sense I suppose. He’s the Master. He doesn’t do feelings.” You looked back at the screen, seeing him once again staring directly at the camera. Silence fell between you all for a moment before you began walking away. “If I’m not back in ten minutes, come and get me.” You called over your shoulder as the two woman furrowed their brows, watching as you left.

This was stupid. Again. You found yourself running to him. You knew it wasn’t healthy. You knew you couldn’t change his mind. Yet here you were, heading down to face the man for what felt like the hundredth time. To try and empathise with him.

Entering the bunker, you approached the room he was being kept in, seeing two guards stood at the door.

“I need to speak to him.” You told them both as they looked at you, unsure. “Ten minutes. Kates orders.” They sent each other a look before one nodded, as they turned to unlock the door. You send them a nod as thanks as you entered, the door slamming shut behind you. The Master had his back to you, as you slowly approached.

“It’s like you couldn’t stay away…” The Master quipped, slowly turning as he looked at you with a smirk. “And what do I owe this pleasure of your presence?” He gestured around cell with his tied hands. “I would offer you to come in but…” He trailed off as his eyes scanned the cell bars.

“So what’s it this time?” You asked, as you stepped closer, only a foot away from the bars that held him. “Take over the planet? The solar system? The universe? Take down the Doctor? Fail again?” You raised a brow as he laughed.

“Ever so perceptive.” He furrowed his brows. “Do you really think so little of me?” He took a few steps forwards.

“Can you blame me?” You folded your arms. “I mean, every time I’ve met you, you’ve tried to do one or all of those things. Your track record isn’t exactly varied.” He nodded, slightly shrugging.

“I’ll give you that.” He said. “But I could say the same to you.” He raised a brow, as he stood a right in front of the bars in front of you. “Still running to the Doctor every time she clicks her fingers.” He lifted his hands to snap his own fingers together, before breaking out into a manic grin. “It’s sweet really. Your loyalty. Your… What’s the word?” He pursed his lips. “Ah that’s it. Patheticness.” You rolled your eyes.

“I came down here to talk, not to be insulted.” You went to turn away but jumped at the sound of his hands hitting the bars.

“Do not turn away your back on me!” The Master exclaimed, as your head whipped back round to him, slight fear in your eyes as his expression looked dark. “You have no idea.” He said quieter. “No idea-“ He spat. “Don’t even try to pretend you do.” You swallowed the lump in your throat as you found yourself turning back to face him. “Remember what I said to you… All those years ago…”

“We could run away.” Missy shrugged, as you shook your head at her words. “No, I mean it. Imagine it. Me and you, on the open road of time and space.”

“You mean me watching you cause chaos?” You laughed lightly.

“If chaos was to follow us, then so be it.” She smirked as you found yourself smiling. “I always wondered what it would be like to be the Doctor… have a little pet-“

“I’m not a pet!” You exclaimed, as she gave you a ‘come on’ look. “I’m not!”

“Ok, ok, fine!” She said exasperated. “Companion.” She air quoted as you raised a brow.

“Why?” You wondered aloud. “I mean, you’ve always been a lone wolf right? What’s changed?” Her gaze softened slightly as she sat back in her seat, reaching her hands out as she began to play the piano that sat before her.

“I don’t know.” She said truthfully. “Maybe it’s age. Maybe it’s boredom. Doing the same thing, over and over and over.” She paused, focusing on her playing. “Maybe it’s you.”

“Of course.” You said quietly, almost breathless. “But that was then. Before you did what you did.” He sighed, leaning his head on the cold bars. He then pulled his gaze back to you, slowly holding a hand through the bars as you peered down at it.

“All you have to do is take my hand.” He said quietly. “Please-“ He tried as you blinked, peering down at his open palm, you found yourself subconsciously reaching out with your own, slowly going to do as he asked… Suddenly, an alarm blared throughout the building, jolting you away, as your head spun round to the metal doors, rushing over as you banged on them, trying to get a response, but nothing. You turned back to him.

“What have you done?” You asked, as the man before you smirked. “Master!” You exclaimed, storming towards him. He laughed as you looked concerned.

“Unleashed hell.”

I was looking up the language of flowers for an upcoming fic I am writing and I found this on Wikipedia ...

“In J. K. Rowling's 1997 novel Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Professor Severus Snape uses the language of flowers to express regret and mourning for the death of Lily Potter, his childhood friend and Harry Potter's mother, according to Pottermore.”

Why do I not remember this? Is this true?

If it is true, part of me wants to reference this in my fic.

Borrowed Black Hoodie

Simm!Master x Reader

Summary - The reader finds The Master’s hoodie and he doesn’t have the heart to ask for it back.

Warnings - nothing, just fluff

Word Count - 957

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I’m making this a fic about my personal AU where The Doctor didn’t regenerate, and he and The Master travelled together post-EOT. This is just my maladaptive daydream since I was ten and I need it.

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The Master grumbled under his breath as he sauntered into the library. The Doctor had just taunted him about his crush on you, said crush which The Master always denied having. Yet, the old Time Lord found himself seeking you out whenever The Doctor got like this The Master could complain about his old friend to you. Today was no different. The Master knew that you would be in the library, because you often lounged there, and he was so excited to rant to you. However, when he found you in a comfy chair by the roaring fire you were fast asleep. 

Initially, upon seeing you, The Master wished to wake you up. His rant about The Doctor’s crazy theories needs to be heard after all. But when he looked at you, so comfy and unaware and innocent. The Master couldn’t bring himself to wake you up just because of his own selfish reasons. So, instead, he did everything he could to make you more comfortable.

 The Master searched for a blanket within the vast library and finally, he saw one. The Master brought it back to where you were and placed it over you. The Master stood back and looked at you. You still didn’t look as comfortable as you could. So he fetched yet another blanket and tucked you snuggly into both. 

The Master, then, was about to leave, but that still didn’t feel just right. He felt a growing warmth of sentimentality flow through him. He knew what he would have to do, not just because the Time Lord wanted to be possessive over you, but because he had to make sure that his, hopefully, future partner was warm. The Master sighed dramatically and shuffled out of his old and well-worn hoodie. He placed the item of clothing over the blankets. In your sleep-filled state, you unknowing cuddled the hoodie closer to yourself. The Master stared at you longingly for a moment as another warm feeling spread through his hearts. Upon realizing how real his feelings for you were, however, The Master rushed out of the library to deal with his feelings alone.

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You woke up randomly. Fragments of a dream about The Master floated through your head as you tried to place your surroundings. The library. That’s where you were. Yes, you remembered reading a new book a couple of hours ago. You had known that you should have gone back to your room, given how tired you were, but you were so enraptured by the story you were consuming that you just couldn’t stop. At least, The TARDIS lit a fire for you in your sleep. 

You then noticed the blankets on top of you and the black hoodie you were cuddling. You didn’t remember those being here with you when you had fallen asleep. When did those get here? Despite your initial confusion, you shrugged the well-loved hoodie, that mostly smelled of smoke, over your head and made your way out of the library. You stumbled from the library toward your room. However, in your tiredness, you were unaware of The TARDIS changing the halls around. You were confused again when you walked into the console room, but you tried to just focus on your cosy awaiting bed and not the curious eyes of your two alien travelling companions.

“Y/n, is everything alright?” The Doctor asked from the far side of the console. The Master glared at this interaction, mostly because The Doctor forced his old friend to stay in the console room with him while he did some research, but also just general jealousy over your friendship with The Doctor.

“Yes, I just fell asleep in the library. So, I was going to head to my room.”

“Well, have a good night.” The Doctor smiled at you before catching a jealous look from The Master

“Goodnight, Master. Goodnight, Doctor.” This caught The Master’s attention. You said goodnight to him first despite him not saying a word to you. Maybe The Doctor’s teasing was telling the truth when he said that you indeed like The Master.

 He waved a sweet goodnight to you and then watched as you sleepily stumbled through the halls toward your room. He wondered if he should run up behind you and carry you the rest of the way. The Master didn’t want you stumbling, falling, or hurting yourself in your tired state.

“Isn’t that your hoodie?” The Doctor commented once you were far enough away from the console room. The Master nodded.

“Then why didn’t you ask for it back?” The Master missed The Doctor’s knowing smirk as he continued to watch over you protectively.

“They’re barely awake. Why would I want to make them uncomfortable when they are hardly even conscious?” The Master turned and glared at his old friend. He was getting incredibly close to throwing a shoe at the Doctor’s head.

“You just want to see them in something of yours.”

“Do not!”

“Don’t lie! You’re the most possessive Time Lord I know!”

“And you are the most possessive Time Lord I know!” 

The Doctor huffed and rolled his eyes; fighting back would have been nonsensical given how argumentative the two of them usually were, and The Doctor sensed that things seemed to be clearer in The Master’s mind now.

 The Doctor moved around the console and plotted out some coordinates. However, he couldn’t help but sneak a couple of glances at the clearly lovesick Master staring protectively at you as you finally made it to your room. The Doctor really needed to get the two of you together before his head exploded. He couldn’t stand to watch this oblivious back-and-forth mutual pining game you and The Master played with each other.