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Summary - You catch Missy breaking into your flat.
Warnings -Â nothing, just funny fluff
Word Count - 706
A/n -Â Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Just had this funny idea that Missy really likes breaking into places and stalking
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You had no idea how long Missy had been trapped in The Vault. You say trapped loosely. You were very aware that Missy would sneak out of The Vault whenever The Doctor or Nardole werenât monitoring her too closely. Of course, it was obvious that Missy also enjoyed a challenge, and she would sometimes escape just to see if someone would notice and catch her.
You hadnât noticed the first few times Missy had escaped whilst you were a companion of The Doctorâs. You eventually caught on, however, when you began smelling a fancy perfume drifting throughout your apartment at random times. The next time you went on an adventure with The Doctor, you interrupted him and Nardole discussing an anomaly with The Vault. They, of course, halted their conversation as soon as they saw you.Â
They believed that you were completely unaware of The Vault and that there was a person being kept in there, which you didn't really understand. The Vault was blatant to anyone who travelled down to the basement, which you had done many times, and whoever or whatever was in there was the opposite of quiet. You had no idea, however, that the person was Missy or that she had been watching you.
Missyâs secret was discovered by you one day, however. You were crowded into your bedroom finishing up some online work. Missy apparently thought that you were out as she crawled ups through your window. You heard movement and grabbed an umbrella from the hallway by your door. You screamed upon seeing the Victorian-looking woman climbing in halfway through your window.
âHello, dearie! Itâs an absolute pleasure to finally meet you!â
Bonus Under The Cut
Missy, somehow gracefully, fully climbed through your window and then patted down her Victorian-looking outfit. You couldnât help but wonder why she was locked in The Vault. Other than looking a bit like a ghost haunting an old home, she didnât appear to be that menacing.
âAre you the person in The Vault?â
âWere you going to hit me with an umbrella?â Missy ignored your question and cocked her head to the side to look at your makeshift weapon. Honestly, she was a bit impressed that you were prepared to attack her.Â
âMaybe, possibly. Never mind what I am using as a weapon, answer my question before I hit you!â Missy held up her hands defensively. She liked you more than she thought she would.
âYes, I am the person in The Vault.
âWell, how do you keep getting out?â
âNot going to snitch on me are you, dearie?â Missy winked at you, causing you to become a bit flustered.
âNo, just curious how you keep breaking out of there and breaking into my flat.â
âYou know about that?â Missyâs impressed feelings for you continued to grow.
âYour perfume tends to linger.â Missy sniffed the air.Â
âIt appears that it does. Iâll keep that in mind when I sneak out of the Vault again.â
âSo, what do you want?â
âYou, dearie.â You raised your umbrella protectively again.
âNot like that. I wish to get to know you. I think that we will get along.â
âYouâve got to admit that you phrased that weirdly.â
âFair enough.â There was a bit of an awkward silence as Missy trailed off and began looking around your place. So, you decided to introduce yourself to this stranger.
âWell, Iâm Y/n. Please donât hurt me, or kill me, or hurt my friends.â
âI am The Master, but you may call me Missy if you like. I will never hurt you and as long as your friends donât aggravate me, nothing will happen to them.â
âIncluding The Doctor?â
âWe will wait and see for that one.â The two of you fell back into that awkward silence. Missy seemed intent on finding things out about you by going through your things. You would rather just get to know her like a normal person, despite how much The Doctor would protest everything you were doing.
âDo you want to watch a movie or something?â
âYeah, alright.â Missy shrugged her shoulders, jumped down from where she was investigating the top shelf of your bookshelf, and then practically skipped past you to make her way to your sofa.
Summary - The reader is The Doctorâs companion, but The Master keeps kidnapping the reader in order to get close to them.
Based On This Request -
Warnings - kidnapping, general Master and Doctor Who chaos, canon typical violence
Word Count -
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account. Iâm reposting the fic on this account. I hope you enjoy this!
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The Master stalked the cold, rainy streets of New London, New Earth. He was there to gain more information about The Doctor for his next scheme, or, at least, thatâs what he told himself. Because every time The Doctor was in view, instead of analysing her every move for weakness, he was trying to secretly look past her and her other companions to get even the tiniest glimpse of you. You and The Doctorâs Fam were walking in the middle of the townâs main street with The Doctor leading the herd. The Master was finding it difficult to continue to follow you and the conversation while hiding behind vendors and their carts, trying to lure in tourists, but he managed well enough. He was certain that he looked insane, tarnishing his ego, but he hadnât seen you properly yet. The Master hadnât seen you in so long and he just had to see you.Â
You were cocooned within the herd of companions as if they knew that you were the favoured prey. The Fam had adapted to doing that, keeping you hidden. You were always the target of The Masterâs kidnappings, every single one, so they always kept you protected and in eyesight. Except for The Doctor who seemed more inclined to show off than to express overt worry. You always blamed her social awkwardness, but The Master considered it to be plain ignorance. Nevertheless, The Doctor continued her tour guide-like speech about the area.
âActually, believe it or not, this is the fifteenth Earth since the original. So, we are actually walking on the New New New -â The Doctor continued to rattle off a string of ânewâs until her point was reached. The Master scoffed at her ridiculousness, how she was always like this, trying to impress Humans with nonsense. He grew even more aggravated when he finally saw your face and how amazed you looked, with bright and shiny eyes filled with wonder. He couldnât wait for the opportunity to finally get you alone, so he could kidnap you. He ventured to think that maybe one day he could make your eyes shine like that because of something he showed you, but he quickly abandoned that thought. He ignored its meanings and returned to focusing on the task at hand: kidnapping you and terrifying The Doctor and her little pets.
The form of The Famâs protective bubble loosened slightly. You were still in the middle of their protective circle, but the form was stretched out between two vendor carts. You were still too well guarded for The Master to make a proper move, but as he planned, an eruption of screams was heard from down the street. Quickly those screams came closer and closer to The Doctor, her Fam, and you. The Master had enlisted the help of an emerging villain who was recently wronged by The Doctor to interrupt this adventure. The Master trained them in ferociousness, revenge, and villainy, all in turn for the monster to not hurt you. He made that caveat very clear. If The Master were to be interrogated about this encounter, he would deny the fact that he told his one-time business partner that if they harmed you in any way, he would kill them without hesitation. Death was always a spectacular threat to use in order to get what you wanted, at least in The Masterâs mind it was.
The monster, a disgusting beast with long sharp teeth, and even longer, sharper nails, ripped through the crowd of people, wounding the ones not fast enough to get away. The Doctor now turned protective, keeping you and The Fam behind her outstretched arms. She explained the monsters' race, and how they were usually peaceful, despite their deadly appearance, but you barely followed her ramble, too overcome with the shock of your ruined outing. The Doctor continued to vocalise her confusion about this monsterâs out-of-character behaviour. This caused the monster to lunge forward, swiping at The Doctor. She dodged his swipe and continued to protect you and your friends. The Monster screamed a jagged cry before speaking of how The Doctor, in an act of self-heroism against the Daleks, caused the death of his family by giving a self-aggrandizing speech pleading for peace instead of actually acting to solve the disaster that was occurring before her. After explaining his story, the monster lunged again. The Doctor yelled for you and The Fam to return to The TARDIS, and after some brief yet urgent arguing, all of you eventually agreed.Â
It should have been simple, finding The TARDIS, but with the fearful crowd running around each and every way, the task was suddenly harder than before. When you and The Fam started out your return trip, you had your hands clasped tightly around Yazâs and Ryanâs hands respectfully. They dragged you through the crowds and you were quite thankful for their presence. The crowds seemed to double in both number and fear, it reminded you of when The Doctor took you to see the running of the bulls in Spain.Â
One side of the crowd surged, curving into an alleyway, and dragging Yaz away from you and Ryan. Your hands were roughly ripped apart. Graham, who was also dragged with that moving crowd, cried out for Ryan to keep you safe and to stay together while he went to search for Yaz. Neither you nor Ryan remembered where The TARDIS was located. The crowds and screaming and running made it even more impossible for the two of you to recognize any possible indicators that both of you were headed in the right direction. Another wave of scared people surged, dragging you away from Ryan, brutally ripping your hands apart. You both screamed to each other and screamed at the crowds to stop, but it didn't help. You continued to be pulled away from your friends and into the moving currents of the ever-shifting crowds.Â
Eventually, they died out, leaving you alone in a dark alleyway, too dark for the daytime. You crept around anxiously, you had no idea if The Doctor had stopped the monster, it could have been anywhere, and you had no idea where any of your friends had been pulled to. You still tried to look for the TARDIS, even though you didnât believe that The Doctor would park her anywhere near a dark and dingy ally like this one.Â
The sound of a glass bottle skirting over cobbled streets distracted you from your search, causing you to turn around and look to where the noise came from. You thought it could be the monster. As soon as you did this, you regretted it. You felt a syringe plunge into your neck. The effects of which were practically instantaneous, making you so weak that your knees gave out and your vision became fuzzy. Someone caught you, even in your daze, you could tell that they were strong, as they picked you up bridal style and carried you with perfect ease. Your head hung limply over your captureâs arm and before your eyes finally closed due to heaviness, you saw the shadow of the individual carrying you. They were shorter compared to the momentous monster that attacked you and your friends and they were wearing a long coat and cuffed pants. If your hunch was correct, you knew exactly who was kidnapping you, giving you some semblance of relief that it wasn't some random person doing this.
It took you a while to actually come to, but in your anaesthetised sleep you had wonderful dreams. You didnât know if that was just a side effect of the anaesthetic, but they were welcoming and calm, given the circumstances. Upon first waking up, you first felt how rigid your body was, it was clear that he tied you up, he tended to do that, so you weren't surprised, but that didnât subtract from the fact that the combination of the sedative and rope ties made you incredibly sore. You groaned when you moved your neck from its hanging position, despite not wanting to encourage your kidnapperâs behaviour, you had to express your discomfort at the moment. When you opened your eyes, you saw him crouched at eye level before you, with gleaming amber eyes and a wide smile. He seemed genuinely happy, as he always did when he kidnapped you.Â
The Master kept doing this. Youâve asked on many occasions why he felt the need to kidnap you. If he kidnapped you as a part of his latest plan to âdestroy The Doctorâ, you could understand his motivations, but he kidnapped you, seemingly, for fun. The two of you shared banter and jokes, more than you did with The Doctor if you were being honest. When The Master first kidnapped you, you were understandably angry and uncomfortable and scared. You were not present when The Fam met O or when they went to Gallifrey and fought the Lone Cyberman, but from what your friends and The Doctor described, The Master was someone to be feared. Which only caused confusion to plague your brain when he offered you tea and biscuits and even a spare room if you promised not to get into trouble in his TARDIS, as The Masterâs torment, then, for his best enemy lasted longer than he imagined. That was many kidnappings ago, and you had taken him up on the offers of tea, biscuits, and a spare bedroom on many occasions. But with each new kidnapping, you were never able to get to the bottom of why The Master acted this way to you. You had your assumptions, sure, but you wanted to hear his reason.
âSo why are you kidnapping me this time?â Disgruntled and tired from the sedative and the rope that wasnât too tight around you, but still incredibly uncomfortable.Â
âWhy else would I kidnap one of The Doctorâs little pets? To torment her senselessly! Itâs quite fun!â He leaned forward excitedly, almost bumping your nose with his. The Master always spoke very close to peopleâs faces, you thought that he thought that this act would make him more intimidating. It might have worked at first, but you were too used to it by now.
âIâm not her pet!â You growled at him, invading his space, as much as you could, given the ropes restraining you to the chair. You were more upset that he used a rougher rope this time compared to your anger over his comment. You were comfortable enough with yourself to not be hurt by The Masterâs teasing.
âOh, really now?â The Master moved back and eventually stood before you, making you look up to him. Sometimes you hated his childish dependence on power dynamics, you were frankly too tired, with the remains of the sedative still in your system, to care about said dynamics. You wanted a comfortable bed and rest, not rough ropes digging into your wrists and sides and ankles and The Masterâs fragile ego.
âYes.â
âProve it.â
âIâm sorry, I canât. You see, I have these ropes restraining my movements, so I wonât be able to punch you in the face. As you know, The Doctor abhors violence. I donât think that the others would want to disobey her, but I donât really have that much of a problem with rebelling against The Doctorâs quote-unquote wisdomâ The Master burst into a fit of chauvinistic laughter.
âSo, youâll kill. Was not expecting that! Maybe The Doctor only keeps you around to change you, like how she constantly tries to disrupt my life and change me.â
âI never said I would kill. Iâm not like you, so donât compare me to you. And Iâm not like The Doctor, or The Fam, or any of her other companions either, so donât compare me to them. Iâm me and I just wonât hesitate to protect myself when threatened.â The Master pretended to have not liked what he heard you say, but, quite the contrary, what you had just said was an example of one of the many reasons why he liked you. You werenât like him. You werenât like The Doctor. You werenât like the other Humans that hopelessly followed The Doctor like lost puppies. You were something new. Someone new that completely enticed The Master to his core.
You had a fire of independence and a passion for justice that exceeded The Doctorâs. Where she had to try to be kind or nice, reminding herself with catchphrases and mantras, you never did. The Doctor often failed to register the fine line between justice and cruelty, you never did. Maybe that is why she, truly, kept you around, and why The Master really wanted you beside him. Keeping him from going to extremes like when he destroyed Gallifrey. The Master liked trouble, but he was growing a bit tired of constantly running away from all of the problems he caused with no sense of peace. Perhaps you could have been his peace, but he knew that the damage was done, and he had inflicted too much pain to be deserving of any peace. If he kept kidnapping you, he could still keep you safe and in his life, even if it wasnât to the extent that he desired.
The Master turned, leaving your comment hanging in the air, and went to inspect something on his TARDIS monitor and leaving you to grapple with your thoughts. You werenât exactly positive that you could hurt anyone, and you were afraid that he knew that. You wanted to protect people, protect peace and innocence. But you tried to think back to when you were left to fend for yourself in a dangerous situation, and you couldnât locate a single memory. The Master had always been there, kidnapping you away from danger. You were thankful for that; you were quite privileged compared to The Doctorâs other companions who had to deal with fear and adrenaline and wounds and attacks and loss. You were always safe in The Masterâs TARDIS with a substantial array of foods and blankets and warm drinks. But sometimes this made recurring system made you feel weak and inexperienced compared to your friends.
When you really thought about it, you understood how much The Master did for you. He clearly cared about you even though he would profusely deny it, and you couldnât deny the fact that he was hypnotically attractive. If he was villainous, he wasnât villainous to you. You saw how he possessed an aura of sadness like The Doctor, they were both so lonely, but The Doctor had companions. You wondered who The Master had, then you realised that he only had his TARDIS and you, if you counted the kidnappings, which you assumed that he did. When The Master thought you werenât looking, you saw the sadness that pooled in his eyes and the soft touches he would give when controlling the console, almost apologetic for his outbursts. You saw how he was willing to be more vulnerable to you, at least by his standards of vulnerability.
After a long silence, briefly interrupted by TARDIS beeps and wheezing and The Masterâs grumbles and mumbles about whatever was on his console monitor, you spoke up again.
âReally, what goes on in that dumb head of yours?â
âI am not dumb.â The Master grumbled, trying to fix something on his console monitor, whatever was on it was really troubling him. You would have asked him, but you preferred to taunt him.
âYes, you are!â You spoke in a sing-songy voice, knowing that it would aggravate him even more. It worked, he finally turned back toward you.
âHow, pray tell, and I dumb?â He crossed his arms in front of himself, leaning against the console. You preferred having his attention on you, and The Master preferred you trying to get his attention compared to the alarms on the console monitor distracting him from the kidnapping.
âBecause, if you wanted to go out on a date with me, this badly, you could have just asked.âÂ
The Masterâs mouth fell open slightly. He knew that you were smart and observant, but he thought that he was being discreet. He quickly regained composure, though, smirking cheekily and trying to ignore his growing vulnerability. He needed to take back the power in the situation. But you just stared right back, not giving in to the power of his eyes. You swore that he was trying to hypnotise you into submission, to make you forget your allegation, but you fought back against him every time The Masterâs telepathic force poked your mind.
He continued to stare at you, slightly uncomfortable that you kept standing up against him instead of quivering and flustering before him, but he knew that if you did that, The Master wouldnât like you as much as he did. His eyes bored into yours, trying to intimidate you, intensifying his gaze and his hypnotism, but you refused to back down and submit. You saw The Masterâs eyes grow slightly warmer before he quickly turned back toward The TARDIS, his shoulders tensed. He gripped his console and eyed the monitor. He spoke again, after a strained silence, still agitated.
âIâm growing tired of you. You will find that ridiculous blue box you travel in just around the street corner.â The Master flicked a few switches, causing the ropes that held you tightly against the chair to drop, and at the snap of his fingers, The TARDIS doors opened instantaneously.Â
âNow run along to The Doctor before I decide to keep you locked in here forever.â You slowly got up and walked to the doors, still stiff from the binding. Before you exited The Masterâs ship, you turned to get one last glimpse of the strange Time Lord.Â
âYou know, if you were to, hypothetically, ask me out on a date⊠I wouldnât say no.â You leaned against The TARDIS, and she gave a reassuring hum above you. You werenât quite sure, though, if it was because of your comment or the sudden physical act.
âWhy?â The Master was questioning and hopeful, with an aura of playfulness in his tone. You shrugged in a way to indicate subtleness, but only to disguise your intense feelings for the man before you.
âI donât know. You donât seem as bad as the others say you are. At least, not to me.â
âAs you pointed out, I kidnap you constantly.â The Master couldnât help but smile at your innocence and naivety. He could not understand how you could still see him as someone decent, despite all of his evil acts.
âYeah, but itâs always a part of a scheme to kill The Doctor and her Fam, while I am safe and tucked away in your ship far away from any danger, or itâs right before The Doctor is about to get us into a dangerous situation when Iâm stolen away by you. I would put money on the fact that right after you took me, the monster attacked The Fam, and you kept looking at the monitor to check and see whether or not the threat was gone.â The Master didnât say anything, only smiled bittersweetly at you, after you smiled and waved him goodbye. The Master snapped his fingers again, closing the doors when you fully exited his TARDIS, and mumbled a soft âUntil we meet again, Y/n,â under his breath.  Â
The Master watched you leave on the console room monitor, when you returned to The Doctor, he flew off to drift amongst the stars in order to plan for his next kidnapping of you. But when coordinates randomly appeared on the data screen of the console, he grew distracted from his task. He thought that maybe he deserved a break from torturing himself by dangling something he could never have before him, maybe he deserved a little trouble at the moment. The Master, strangely, did not know the place the coordinates sent him to, but the message was sent from an old partner in a small overthrow of a corrupt dictator he participated in. The partner had thanked The Master profusely, but he was only in it for the money and to see the dictator, who angered The Master at a banquet, finally and horrifically murdered.
The Master freshened up a bit and followed the coordinates to the meeting place. He strolled out of his TARDIS, confident and excited about a new evil scheme. However, The Masterâs face fell in disappointment when he saw The Doctor leaning against her ridiculous blue box. The Master grumbled and rolled his eyes, quickly turning back to his ship. He was not in the mood for another lecture from The Doctor, he had experienced too many of them in his life.
âWhy do you keep kidnapping Y/n?â The Doctorâs question caused The Master to halt. Even though he wanted to just fly away and leave The Doctor questioning his actions, he couldnât resist talking about you, but he couldn't allow his best enemy to know the truth. He marched up to The Doctor, trying to be threatening.
âBecause seeing the look of fear in your eyes, Doctor brings joy to my very dark life.â The Master turned to leave, again, even more annoyed with The Doctorâs interference.
âAre you sure that it's my pain bringing you joy? Because from where Iâm standing, it looks like Y/n is the one sparking joy in your dark life.â The Master froze in shock. He thought that there was no way for The Doctor to know his true feelings for you. He assumed that The Doctor was too dim to catch on to his, admittedly, uncharacteristic behaviour. He knew that you would never tell her of the feeling you, correctly, presumed he had for you. He knew that you found the banter quite fun and that you enjoyed his company, as he did for you. If you didnât, you would be kicking and screaming in duress during every encounter, but the two of you were always polite and cordial. How did The Doctor find out about how he felt for you?
âI have no idea what you are referring to, Doctor. I think your mind is growing emotional due to extended time around Humans. Have your pets been making you watch rom-coms?â
âOh, just admit it, Master. You like Y/n. I know for a fact that they like you, too.â The Master stayed facing his TARDIS, he did not want The Doctor to see his pleased face, but his happiness faded when he realised that the two of you could never be together. For so many reasons it was impossible. He thought that it was simpler to break your heart now than to wait for one of his enemies to kill you or for you to die of old age while he remains young. The Masterâs anger was boiling up inside of him. All he wanted was you, but everything would be so difficult if you and The Master actually became a couple.Â
âDonât you understand?! Oh! What am I saying?! Of course, you donât understand!â His rage fully took over him as he turned back to The Doctor.
âUnderstand what?â The Master just wished his best enemy would drop the subject.
âY/n can never live with me on my TARDIS, they can never be my companion, and they can never love me! Itâs a big enough risk for me to love them! All of the damage I caused, all of the people Iâve killed whose families want to take revenge on me, all of the people who want to see me dead, they will go after Y/n, they will hurt and kill them, just to get to me. I can never allow that! You take so many risks with your pets, Doctor, but I refuse to put Y/n in that much danger. So, I will remain their strange protector, keeping them away from the danger you threaten to put them through.â The Master gave up trying to explain his position to The Doctor, massaging his brow with his hand.
Throughout this discourse the two Gallifreyans had, they had moved and circled each other. The Doctor had allowed you to listen in on the entire conversation via her TARDISâs listening devices and instructed you to exit her ship when she indicated. After The Master had made his declaration of the love you wanted to exit then and run to him, but stopped at the doors, watching the scene briefly. You thought that The Master was going to attempt to explain himself further, but stopped himself multiple times, he suddenly surged back towards his TARDIS. This time he was fully intent on leaving and never coming back. You rushed out of the doors, The Doctorâs TARDIS making no attempt to stop you, as you ran to The Master and desperately wrapped your arms around his torso, you could feel him tense in your arms, but he knew it was you holding him. It broke his hearts at the thought that he would have to turn you down to your face instead of just running away forever. You couldnât see The Masterâs face, but you assumed that he was regretting following the coordinates. He eventually relaxed, but softly placed his hands on your arms and pushed them away from his body.Â
âI canât. I canât do this to you.â The Master refused to face you, still walking determinedly to his TARDIS.
âI would be allowing you to sign your own death certificate. I canât let you kill yourself for me. I am an incredibly selfish person, but I refuse to let the only light of my life perish because of my wants.âÂ
You grabbed The Masterâs hand forcefully, stopping him from moving. You tried to turn him around to face you, but he stood as still as a statue. You elected to move to his side, resting your chin on his shoulder. You still clasped your hands tightly around his one. You wanted to make this conversation as private as you possibly could. You knew that The Doctor was still overseeing this encounter and you could see The Masterâs agitation and uncomfortableness at being so vulnerable.
âI want this. I want you, Master.â He finally looked at you, his eyes big and round and sad, tears were dangerously threatening to spill out and cascade down his face.
âI canât. I canât. I would be killing you. I would corrupt you. My selfishness will bring your end before it was ever supposed to happen, all because I want someone to love me.âÂ
The Master continued to mutter self-deprecating comments about how what the two of you could have together was impossible to actualize. You hated seeing him like this. You understood that he had thousands of years of past trauma plaguing him and he should have the opportunity to be open, but in this situation, when you knew that you could ease his pain and he refused to listen to you, all you wanted was to slap his self-depreciation out of him.Â
You abruptly tore your hands from his and cupped his face, planting a soft kiss on his lips. You moved to pull away, as you had an important statement to make to The Master, but he quickly placed a firm hand on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You ventured to think how awkward The Doctor must be feeling at this sight. The Master must have been able to see into your mind because as soon as you thought of The Doctor, he increased his attack on your lips. The two of you parted when you needed to catch your breath. You rested your forehead against his as he caressed your face with care and reverence, occasionally running his hands through your hair affectionately.
âMaster, I know that you believe that you are doing your best to protect me right now, but from my perspective, I know that you would never have gotten involved with me if you had any doubt about whether or not we would make it out together. I know that you do what you do in order to protect me, as you did today. I know that you will care for me. And I know that you will find a way to combat my human biology and lifespan, so we can spend more time together. I believe in you. I believe that you love me. Now you just need to believe me and believe in my love for you.âÂ
You tried to look him in the eye, but he skirted your gaze, electing to close his eyes in an act to engrave your words into his memory. He pulled you into a bone-crushing hug suddenly, one arm pulling your torso tight against his, the other wrapped around the back of your neck. Your nose rested between the collar of his purple coat and his neck, and you breathed in his scent of warm smoke and cold mint, a juxtaposition that was very him. You didnât know if this was the last moment you would ever see him this intimately or ever again and you wanted to remember every nuance in his character that you were allowed the privilege of knowing.Â
The Master thought long and hard about his possible relationship with you, ever since he noticed his growing feelings for you. He wondered if pursuing you was worth it, given that you were Human and he was a Time Lord, but you were keen and knowledgeable of The Masterâs ways. As soon as he saw you, he began drawing up possible plans for extending your life. He had been so wrapped up in his mind about all of the futures the two of you could live, and now he had the opportunity to live out some of those futures. He believed you. He believed your love. Despite how shocked he was about his feelings for you and yours for him, from this moment forward he refused to live without your love and support. He eventually pulled back, still holding you tightly. You couldnât read his face and grew even more fearful that you would never see him again.
âPlease donât leave me, Master.â You tried to hold him tighter, in an act to plead for your future with The Master, but he pulled your hands away from his body to hold them in his hands.
âAs long as you donât leave me, Y/n.â The Masterâs face broke into a genuinely happy smile when he saw the relief that spread across your face. You hugged him again, and he picked you up and spun you around a couple of times. The both of you giggled excitedly.Â
âI guess it's a good thing I made you pack before this then.â The Doctor spoke up when you and The Master separated. Both of you had entirely forgotten that The Doctor was there watching your confessions of love.Â
The Doctor was fully supportive of your budding relationship with The Master. She helped the two of you move your suitcases and boxes of souvenirs into The Masterâs TARDIS and gave you an emotional goodbye, along with a goodbye to The Fam, and a promise to call and text frequently. Once settled and happy in your new home, all you could do was smile until your face hurt and hug The Master. Both he and you were too excited about the future and your love for the Time Lord to fully comprehend the risks of your new relationship. But at this moment of bliss, the risks were worth it.
Summary - Relaxing with The Master in the library
Warnings - nothing, just fluff
Word Count - 538
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested.
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You and The Master had been relaxing all day in the library, as you normally did on your days off. The Master, in particular, enjoyed leisurely days around the TARDIS library after his attempts to conquer a planet either failed or succeeded. Despite his expensive nature and his possessive streak that would cause the renegade Time Lord to show you off in decadent situations, The Master loved lazy days just existing in your presence. And, to him, there was nothing more calming than a good book and being with the person you love most.
You, however, were feeling incredibly restless today. Being exhausted the night before and collapsing into bed with The Master did nothing to kill your adrenaline from the adventure the two of you went on. Even though being in The Masterâs presence was quite enjoyable when he was reading, he would always make the most adorable facial reactions to the text before him, you didnât feel like you could sit still all that long without The Master paying some sort of attention to you.
You started bobbing your foot up and down in the air. Which did distract your mind a bit, but then you couldnât concentrate on your book. You huffed and closed the book and waited for The Master to notice your bored state. Which he, unfortunately, did not. You softly kicked your foot out to touch The Masterâs thigh. His head finally popped up from the book he was devouring. You saw in his eyes that he was questioning your action. You just continue to slide your foot up and down his leg. He tilted his head to the side to nonverbally tell you that he needed a bit more information in order to help you with whatever predicament you might have.
âI want attention.â Instantly, a smirk spread across The Masterâs face.
âCome here, love.â Maybe a bit overeagerly, you crawled across the couch and nestled into The Masterâs chest.
âBetter now.â
âMuch better.â You nuzzled further into The Masterâs chest, happy to finally have attention and physical affection. You snuck your hand up his chest and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. When The Master didnât question you, you unbuttoned the next button. You then played with his chest hair and drew random things on his chest with your finger while looking at the book he was reading. It was in some alien language that you couldnât understand.
âCan you read to me?
âDo you want your book or mine?â
âEither one. I just want to hear your voice and be held by you.â The Master chose to read the book you had chosen aloud to the two of you. Even if he had chosen to read the book he was reading in its native language, he doubted that you would want to hear about the bloody and devastating slaughter of Skullhorn 3A-32. The Master would instead relish in the feeling of having you close to him, devouring his words and being completely consumed by his presence.
âI love you, Y/n.â The Master muttered above you after finishing a chapter.
âI love you more, Master.â
âImpossible, my little Human.â The Master kissed your forehead and returned to reading.
Hi! I accidentally deleted the original request because I was trying to fix my Tumblr.
But anyway, thank you so much for this request! I made two versions. One is a softer fic, and the other is darker and more possessive.
I hope that you enjoy them!
Softer Version - Get Some Rest, Love - 11 November 2022
Darker Version - Trust In Me - 12 November 2022
Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary - Eddie and the Reader comfort each other after their time in The Upside Down
Warnings - nonsexual nakedness, mentions of the events of season 4
Word Count - 1149
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Just some hurt/comfort and fluff. This can take place after the events of episode 7 or episode 9. Iâm just hoping that Eddie doesnât die in season 4 part 2
I canât stop thinking about Eddie! I have some ideas that I hope to post, but if you have any ideas or requests just reach out! I hope you enjoy this!
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The remains of the soap slipped down your back. You had been in the shower for a while now, trying desperately to scrub off any evidence of The Upside Down from your body. You probably rubbed parts of your skin raw, but you didnât want to remember that place. You knew that in the back of your head that doing this wouldnât get rid of your memories from there, but you could try.
You stayed in the shower for a bit longer, allowing the warm water to crash onto your head and run down your face. It was almost meditative. Something about feeling the water drops run down your body finally allowed you to feel a feeling close to relaxation. But no matter how much you tried to reach a peaceful mindset, an image of The Upside Down would always flash across your mind.Â
You hung your head lower and closed your eyes, fully letting the water crash down upon your head. You hoped that the water might take away the countless images that remained in your brain, no matter how foolish that hope probably was. Suddenly you felt two arms curl around your waist and another rush of fear and paranoia ran through your body.
âItâs alright. Itâs just me.â Eddie whispered into your neck while keeping his arms firmly around your middle in an attempt to keep you steady on your feet. Of course, he also just needed to hold you.
âEddie? What are you doing?â
âI missed you. It was too lonely in your room without you there with me.âÂ
âYouâre still wearing your clothes.â
âItâs fine. They need a wash. They reek of ⊠that place.â You winced upon recalling The Upside Down, once again. You were pretty sure Eddie noticed, too. He rubbed his hands up and down your sides as he kissed the space between your shoulder blades.
âWant to stay here with me?â You turned slightly in order to catch a glimpse of the metalhead, who was currently nuzzling into your shoulder. He needed you and you needed him right now.
âYes, please.â You turned in Eddieâs arms and smiled at him bittersweetly. Eddie returned the same bittersweet smile. You pulled on the bottom hem of his shirt to silently ask if you could help him remove his clothes. Eddie nodded to your request, a tiny smirk sneaking past the sadness heavily written on his face. You removed Eddieâs leather jacket, then peeled his semi wet hellfire club shirt over his head. You bent down to untie Eddieâs shoes and removed them from his feet, along with his socks. Finally, you removed Eddieâs pants and underwear, holding his hand while helping him step out of the clothing. Both of you threw all of Eddieâs Upside Down covered clothes to one side of the tub before you and Eddie shuffled to huddle together under the showerhead.
You brushed away some of Eddieâs now wet hair from his face. You could see in his eyes that he was finally breaking down. First Chrissy died before his eyes. Then he had to run from everyone and to endure being blamed for everything happening with the deaths in the town. Then all of you got trapped in The Upside Down. Eddie didnât have any time to process these events before, but now he did.Â
Eddieâs eyes welled up with tears and his face contorted in pain and fear and sadness before he finally collapsed onto you. You immediately wrapped your arms tightly around him. You tried your best to comfort the person you cared about the most, but you were hurting too. You broke down crying into Eddieâs shoulder and his arms tighten their grip around your torso.Â
Neither of you knew how long the two of you stayed holding each other while crying out your frustration and fear, but it was long enough for the water to grow ice cold. The two of you finally parted, but Eddie still needed to shower. You were going to leave the bathtub, but Eddie stopped you before you could.
âCan you stay in the bathroom, at least?â You nodded in silent agreement.
You tiptoed out of the shower and wrapped up in a couple of towels before sitting on the toilet seat. You looked up at Eddie, who left shower curtain open, completely not caring about all of the water that splashed onto the floor. He showered quickly because of the temperature of the water, but covered himself in shampoo and soap, like you had. It was clear that he was trying to scrub away the debris and the memories of The Upside Down.
Eddie shut off the shower and stepped out to the tub, not caring enough to remove his Upside Down covered clothes at this moment. Eddie also didnât care about a towel as he just walked out of the shower and grabbed your hand to pull you back to your room. Thankfully, your parents were out of town, otherwise they would have protested the two of you walking around naked together, let alone allowing a suspected murderer into your house.
You were pretty dry already, but Eddie insisted on the two of you drying each other. Eddie took one of the towels you had wrapped around yourself and wrapped it around his shoulders. You took another towel and plopped it on his head, causing him to giggle. Eddie grabbed the ends of the towel around your body and insisted that you do the same to his towel. Eddie began to pull the towel back and forth rapidly, like in a cartoon or a movie. You assumed that Eddie was trying to distract you from everything that happened and it was working. You did the same to Eddie, causing him to laugh, too. It was good to hear his laugh again.
When the two of you dried off, Eddie gave you one of his old Corroded Coffin shirts to wear that he had brought with him to your house. Eddie got dressed in a pair of boxer shorts, but chose to stay shirtless.
You and Eddie crawled into your bed and quickly curled up under your blankets. It was warming up now by this time of year in Indiana, but it could still be quite chilly at night. Eddie pulled you tightly against his chest and nuzzled his face into your neck, he loved smelling the mix of your scent and his. It always managed to calm him down.Â
You could feel the dampness of Eddieâs hair, but you didnât care enough about the fact that he was also getting your bed wet to do anything to remove yourself from Eddieâs arms. You just wanted to hold him, and he just wanted to hold you. Eventually, the two of you fell asleep holding onto each other tightly and braving the memories of The Upside Down together.
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