Fall For Me

hi for the OFMD requests literally anything with Frenchie I am so in love with him and want to give him a kiss

I just posted this fic! I hope you enjoy it!!!

I might post something similar in a couple of days that basically just a blurb about giving Frenchie a kiss on the cheek.

Link to Fic

I will be posting stuff soon, I promise!

I just have to finish my finals and recover a bit.

Lie Down With Me

O x Reader (Dhawan!Master x Reader)

Summary - The Reader, an agent at MI6, is obsessing over their current mission and O helps them with their stress.

Based On This Request - Anonymous requested - “Hello there how are you? I hope that you’re doing well. If it’s okay I was wondering if I could request an O x Reader (Dhawan!Master) where the reader is a secret agent and after working hard on a mission they are tired but cannot sleep. So O offers to hypnotise the reader to make them sleep”

Warnings - the reader being stressed and overstimulated, The Master hypnotises the reader with their consent, but obviously the reader doesn’t know about The Master and his powers

Word Count - 2697

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by a lovely anon.

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You were an excellent secret agent. Truly one of the best. The only flaw you would say that you had would be that you were too committed to your job. MI6 was worried for you, for your mental health in particular, but even your physical health. For as long as you were a secret agent at MI6, you spent every second of your day committed to whichever case you were scheduled to complete. Even though MI6 was proud of your work, they expected a level of relaxation after a big, often traumatic, case. But you never took time off. Ever.

MI6, specifically C, decided to step in. You required a new flat because your old base house was compromised. So, C assigned you to a new base house, and this time the organisation assigned you a roommate. 

You had seen O occasionally around MI6 headquarters. The two of you were assigned to different departments, so you never had any real opportunity to get to know each other. However, you always found O’s research to be incredibly valuable to your agency’s cause. C disagreed with your opinion constantly, but you would always stand up for O and his work.

There had been an incredible amount of alien interference in Human affairs since the early nineteen sixties, but since around 2005 sightings of aliens have nearly quadrupled. You couldn’t understand why so many of your fellow agents and C thought that O was a loon when he seemed to be ahead of the curve. Maybe your kindness towards the quiet agent was why he was chosen as your roommate. Or maybe it was because of his perseverance. To C, O might be the only person within MI6, or even the Universe, to actually get you to take a break.

So far, though, O was not successful. Since moving in together, you continued to work long hours, way into the night, and you rarely took longer than a normal weekend to recover from a case. O tried everything in his power to make you feel safe and calm around your flat and in the office, and it only seemed to bring the two of you closer. Which O loved, but that wasn’t what he was tasked to do. He wasn’t here to be your friend, he was here to protect you, and he was failing in that manner.

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The current case you were working on was getting to you. More than any other case before. You didn’t know how to feel. Even though you had stressful cases before, none were like this. No case before was ever so agonising. For some reason, nothing seemed to be falling into place, clues weren’t lining up and leads were falling flat. Even C, who was usually more slow when reacting and responding to national and international threats, was getting stressed and hounding you to do better. C even went behind your back three days ago to berate O on the “lack of timeliness” regarding your mission.

You had been awake since O told you about his interaction with the head of MI6. You probably fell asleep at some point, but for no substantial amount of time. After hours of pacing around your room, agonising over the clues, you finally walked to the kitchen to get a caffeinated drink. It didn’t really matter what drink it was at this point; you just needed the energy in order to keep going. You couldn’t stop. You just couldn’t.

You decided to make something warm. Maybe the heat would also jolt you awake along with the caffeine. As you waited for the water to boil, you began pacing again. You even started muttering to yourself, just replaying the clues and the scenarios that could possibly be important to your end goal. You huffed in frustration when nothing, again, ended up connecting or resolving itself.

“Are you okay?” You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard O’s question. You really must be losing your mind because you didn’t even hear O enter the room. You were one of MI6’s best agents; you refused to lose your spot in the organisation just because of one case.

“Of course I’m okay. Are you okay, O?”

“I’m just a little worried.” O’s brows knitted together as he stared at you in your frantic state.

“Maybe you should take a nap or eat some food, maybe go for a walk.” You pondered out loud as you prepared your warm and heavily caffeinated beverage.

“Right … Yeah, I would, however, it is not myself that I am worried for.” O said this softly, tentatively, almost as if he was scared of your reaction, but you knew that O wasn’t scared of you. He saw you bundle home after a brutal case completely covered in blood and never treated you differently after the fact. So that must mean that O was worried for you and he was scared that you might be offended.

“What? Me? I’m perfectly fine! Don’t be ridiculous, O.” You turned around animatedly to O, trying to appear healthy and stable. All you needed was to complete this case and then everything would go back to normal. 

“Well, C said that you have the habit -”

“Who cared what C said?!” You screamed across the room. O’s face fell and his eyes widened in shock. You had never spoken to him like that before. Immediately, you regretted what you had done. You groaned and covered your face in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry! O, I didn’t mean that. I really didn’t. I guess the stress has been getting to me lately.” You admitted defeatedly. You had been trying to suppress your growing emotions for O since moving in together, but now you couldn’t deny them now. Seeing O’s shocked face after you yelled at him broke your heart.

“Y/n, you’re totally fine. I’m not mad. I just want to make sure that you are taking care of yourself.” O walked over to where you were now leaning against the kitchen counter and held your arms firmly in his hands.

“Please, let me help you.” O tried to look you in the eyes, but you continued to hide them from him.

“You don’t have to do that. I can just-”

“No. Okay, no. C asked me to watch over you and to make sure that you take care of yourself. And I have been trying to help, but I have not been doing that well enough. So, please, let me help you now.” You sighed. You really didn’t like feeling like a failure. It caused you to feel an all-consuming hatred for yourself. You collapsed into O’s shoulder, completely crestfallen.

“I don’t know how to be calm, O. I don’t know what to do if I’m not working. And now I can’t even do the one thing I am good at properly.” O wrapped his arms around you and began rubbing circles on your back.

“Well, you can just spend some time with me.”

“O … I don’t have time for friends or relationships. You know this.”

“Maybe having more than just a workplace relationship will be good for you.” You were going to respond, but O suddenly removed you from the hug and then pulled you out of the kitchen and into the hall.

“Where are we going?” You asked with exhaustion finally reaching your voice.

“Your room.”

“Why?”

“You need sleep.” You rolled your eyes but choose to not comment. You knew that you needed sleep, but you had been unable due to your anxiety over the case. You still thought that trying to sleep before completing your research was a lost cause, but maybe O could actually help you. He was an incredibly intelligent agent and person, and he was chosen to keep an eye on you, maybe an inch of trust could go a long way.

Once in your room, O let go of your hand before crawling onto your bed. He got comfortable horizontally against the head of your bed, sitting right up against your pillows. He then looked up at you with a smile and patted his lap as if to say that there was where you should be. You tentatively moved to the edge of your bed but stopped there before moving onto your soft and inviting mattress.

“O, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to help you sleep. Now come on up here.” O pushed the covers back and motioned you over again. 

“I don’t know O …”

“Trust me, Y/n, I’m soft and cuddly. You will absolutely get the rest you need with me. And if that is not enough convincing, I could tell you about all of the people I put to sleep with my lectures.” You laughed under your breath, still trying to stay strong to your convictions, but O’s warm and inviting smile won you over. You crawled into your bed tentatively and sat on your feet as you stared at O.

“What do you want me to do?” You asked. O stared back at you for a moment before a more playful smile crept on his face.

“Well, first you should lie down.” You stared at O for a long time, trying to deduce his motives, but, eventually, you did as O said and lied down on your bed beneath your blankets. You made sure to not touch O. You didn’t want to indeed his space or make him uncomfortable.

“It would be best if your head was on my lap.” You sighed, unsure of what O was planning, but you moved yourself up the bed and then laid your head on O’s lap.

“I don’t think I will be able to sleep, O. My brain is too anxious and loud. So, you don’t have to do anything.” You muttered in a rushed matter. You knew that you were in a bad state, and you were very appreciative of everything O had done and was continuing to do for you. You just didn’t think that anything would actually succeed in soothing you until you completed your case. You didn’t want O to waste his time with you when he could be doing something more important.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I have to help you. You need this.” O said firmly while looking down at you.

“O … how?”

“I could always hypnotise you.”

“No, you can’t.” You chuckled in disbelief.

“I study alien tech and UFO visits to our planet; I absolutely can hypnotise you.” 

“Fine. Hypnotise me, O.” You still didn’t believe O, even though you could hear the intense conviction within his voice, but you let O help you. In your drained state, with O holding you, you finally realized that O was the only person you truly had in your life. Everyone else either left you or you left them. So, letting O help you and trusting him, just a little, sounded like the only option you had for connection. And, if you were being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t want to grow a connection with anyone other than O.

“You need to look into my eyes.” O leaned over you again, bringing you out of your mind. Slowly he moved to hold your face in his hands. You sucked in a breath when O’s soft yet slightly calloused hands touched your skin. You relished in the feeling of his fingers brushing along your temples as you prepared yourself to look into O’s eyes for a long time. You were familiar with some forms of Human hypnotise, even though you didn’t necessarily believe in its effects. You knew that hypnosis sessions could be very vulnerable. Your old ways of masking yourself plagued the back of your mind, but you pushed them away and reminded yourself that O was here to help you. He wouldn’t hurt you. You were safe being in a vulnerable state with O.

Finally, you looked into O’s eyes after preparing yourself. He smiled sweetly at you, reassuringly and rewardingly. You let out a sigh of relief. Opening up to O wasn’t as difficult as you thought it was. And now you got to see a part of O he rarely ever showed; you got to see O’s more vulnerable side as you continued to open up to him. 

O continued to look at you while brushing his hands along the curves of your face. He was being so attentive, so focused on you and your breathing and your state. You mostly focused on O’s eyes, though. O’s eyes were so beautiful. You had observed that his eyes were stunning before, but that was from far away. Up close, you could see that his eyes were a beautiful mix of amber, honey, chocolate, and dark coffee. They almost looked as if they had intricate galaxies or nebulas trapped within them, but that would be impossible. Either way, O was beautiful and alluring. You didn’t know if this hypnotise was working, but you, at least, were drawn into a calming state because of O.

“Now take some deep breaths with me.” O instructed in a whisper. You followed him in his directing of your breaths. For a couple of minutes, you and O proceeded to breathe as one all while looking each other in the eye. You definitely felt more relaxed than you had before. And, instead of mind-numbing exhaustion, you felt a wave of calm tiredness wash through you, almost as if you were being called to sleep. 

You began to feel O massaging your temples. His fingers dug into your skin in relaxing circles and occasionally he brushed his hands down your face before returning to your temples to massage them again. The headache that had been slowly growing throughout the day eased itself out of your brain. Finally, your eyes were starting to grow heavy and began to droop. You tried to keep them open out of latent stubbornness, but O quickly saw that, and he urged you to give into your body’s needs.

“Let your eyes close. You can tell that they want to close.” With your remaining energy, you rolled your eyes at O, and he chuckled at your drowsy yet stubborn state.

“O?”

“It’s fine. You’re safe. You’re safe with me. We will work through everything together once you rest first. No, go to sleep.” You looked at O one last time before letting your eyes finally close. You were close to sleep, but before you succumbed to the side effects of hypnosis you picture O right before you closed your eyes. His eyes were so soft and warm, and his fingers were so nimble while massaging your temples. He nodded reassuringly before you closed your eyes like he was confirming again that you were safe.

“Let yourself sleep, love.” You heard O say just before you drifted off into the world of calming sleep.

The Master petted your head and caressed your face even after you were completely asleep. You wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon thanks to his hypnotism. He made sure that, at the very least, you would receive a good eight hours of sound and deep sleep. Frankly, he should have done this days ago. The Master knew this, but his plans against The Doctor were now getting in the way of his goal of protecting you. He was upset that he let you get to this point. He reprimanded himself for not intervening sooner.

He was conflicted of course. The Doctor versus a Human. This was a scenario that The Master could never foresee happening, but it did and now you were here in his arms. You were really becoming an important part of The Master’s life. 

The Master stayed with you while you slept. He simply and easily could have sent a bit more hypnotic waves into your mind and moved you so he could work on his plan to destroy The Doctor, but you were more important. You really were more important, even though it was difficult for The Master to admit that to himself. He could deal with The Doctor later. Right now, The Master would just focus on you.

You’ve Got Good Dreams

Phantom Ghoul x Reader

Summary - The Reader wakes up with a Ghoul on their chest.

Warnings - breaking into a bedroom, Phantom being a cryptid menace

Word Count - 546

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. The Reader is a Sibling of Sin. I just had this thought that because the other types of Ghouls can manipulate elements, I thought the Quintessence Ghouls could deal with more indeterminable things like feelings and dreams. Just thought that this would be a fun idea to write, so I hope that you enjoy this! :)

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Your chest felt heavy. Every breath you took required extra effort. Extra effort that you didn’t want to use. You just wanted to continue to sleep before your alarm went off for the morning. In your sleepy haze, you thought that rolling over would solve the problem, but when you tried to move you discovered that you couldn’t. Confused, you fluttered open your eyes, trying to quickly blink away sleep. 

Directly above you was a ghoul. Sitting on your chest and staring at you through the opaque goggles of their mask. Their arms were placed on either side of your head. Clearly, they were trying to keep the majority of their weight off of you and on their arms, but every so often they would lean down closer to you, putting slightly more weight on your chest.

Upon seeing you awake and confused, they crooked their head to the side, looking more like a cat than a ghoul. That’s when you caught sight of this ghoul's horns. Longer and more slender. Phantom. Of course, he would do something like this.

“What are you doing here, Phantom?” You asked, your voice heavy with sleep.

“You were dreaming.” He mused charmingly.

“Well, I was asleep. Most Humans dream when they are asleep.”

“You just felt so content and happy.” The ghoul snapped his neck to the other side and peered over you. If you didn’t know Phantom, you would have taken this movement as a threat. But you knew Phantom and you knew that looming over you and eyeing you like he was inspecting his soul was a common occurrence with the ghoul.

“So, you broke into my room to sit on my chest.” Phantom hummed in acknowledgement and nodded animatedly like a pleased toddler.

“And feel to your calmness.” You could see Phantom smile down at you in the dim light of morning. He wasn’t wearing his balaclava, even around his neck, so he must have left his room in a hurry and forgotten it, as he often did.

His smile was different from the smirks he sent you when he was performing or practising. His smile was also different from the prideful smiles he would send you after he scared you in the hallway or distracted you from your duties around the Ministry. He looked rested. Calm, content and happy. All of the words he had used to describe you a moment ago.

“Anyway, good morning, sibling.” Phantom leant forward, causing you to panic for a moment before his mask-covered forehead lightly pressed against your own forehead. Just as quickly as he invaded your personal space, Phantom left it and jumped off of you and off of your bed. 

“I hope that you have a good day!” Phantom yelled in a sing-songy voice before strutting out of your room. At least he closed your bedroom door behind him, which he always forgot to do just after he was first summoned. 

You let out a sigh. Phantom was going to be the death of you. Before you could mull over all of your growing feelings for the newly summoned ghoul, though, your alarm began to blare throughout your room. At least you could distract yourself from your demonic crush by completing your chores and studies. For now.

the anon who sent you the your mom request also asked another blog to make it already 😭

I mean, I am completely fine with that.

I wouldn’t want someone to wait for me to open my requests when they would like a fic now.

I’m going to post my Christmas fics soon, but the new Doctor Who trailer has me feeling some Tennant vibes!

So if anyone has any Tennant!Doctor (or even Tennant!Master) requests or ideas, feel free to talk to me about them!

Would love to hear you thoughts!

O, What a Beautiful Morning

O x Reader - Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - Waking up in bed with O on a rainy day

Warnings - Implications of sex. Minors DNI, please! O lying about his true identity

Word Count - 538

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested.

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A dim light snuck into the bedroom through the opening of the curtain. You could hear the pitter-patter of rain softly hitting the roof. Even though the day was rainy and cloudy, the light peeking through the curtain was still too bright. You turned over in bed with a soft groan and settled back into the softness of your mattress.

The arm of your partner, O, snaked around your middle and he massaged his hand up and down your spine. He moved closer to you. O bumped your nose with his then kissed your forehead gently. He was always more awake in the mornings compared to you. Sometimes you wondered if he even slept.

“Good morning, love.”

“Good morning.” You grumbled while curling sleepily into O’s chest and clutching up his sleep shirt in your hand.

“How did you sleep?”

“Very well. Had many dreams of you.”

“Oh really?” O always seemed intrigued to hear about your dreams.

“Yes, in one you were an alien. In another, we were travelling in space and time together. And in another, you were conquering an alien planet after just killing the emperor of said planet. Crazy, right?”

“Astounding. You must be starving after all those adventurous dreams, I can make you some breakfast if you’d like.” In your tired state, you were blissfully unaware of O’s worried tone as he quickly tried to steer the conversation away from your unknowingly accurate dreams.

“No, I want you to stay here with me!” You sleepily grumbled in a childish manner. You brought the hand that was holding part of O’s shirt to wrap around him, so he couldn't leave. Not like he would want to leave you, but you still found this measure necessary in your sleepy, hazy state.

“Then I could read you the next chapter of the book we were reading.”

“I might fall asleep if you do that.”

“I should do everything in my power to keep you awake, in that case.” O curled into you some more and nipped at your neck affectionately. That jolted you to alertness.

“O! How forward! I must be rubbing off on you.” You braved a quick peck to the outer corner of O’s mouth before falling back into his arms.

“In more ways than one.” O continued to tease. He always had these small random moments of forwardness that seemed a bit out of character, but O was entertaining no matter how he was acting. So, you didn’t always mind the change. 

“You are determined to keep me awake, aren’t you, Mr Spy?”

“Unfortunately for you, yes I am. So, what would you like to do this morning, my love?”

“How about we stay in bed so I may rub off on you some more, making us plenty hungry so we can make breakfast together.” You smiled innocently, hoping that O would give in to your request. O had a hard time saying no to you, so him turning you down was a rarity, but you still felt the need to put on the innocent act.

“That sounds absolutely delicious, love.” A smile spread across both of your faces as the two of you celebrated the beautiful rainy morning together in domestic bliss.

I am very much not ready for The Power of The Doctor. I was excited when we first got the pictures of The Master, but now I just feel sick. There are so many things that I don’t want to happen that I am assuming will happen. It’s making me really anxious. Consuming any Doctor Who content is making my stomach turn.

I will probably be fine after the special airs, but right now I am just stewing in possibilities.

Maybe if I keep writing Dhawan!Master fluff nothing bad will happen to him in The Power Of The Doctor

Books Read In July 2024

Piglet by Lottie Hazell

A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book Four - The Miserable Mill by Lemony Snicket

The Guest Cat by Takashi Hiraide

Trespasses by Louise Kennedy

A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book Five - The Austere Academy by Lemony Snicket

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones (Buddy Read with my mother)

A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book Six - The Ersatz Elevator by Lemony Snicket

Hamnet by Maggie O'Farrell (Began but Not Finished)

Say Nothing by Patrick Radden Keefe (Began but Not Finished)