I Literally Need To Start Writing For Ghost!

Strings and Makeshift Patches

Frenchie x Reader

Summary - Just giving Frenchie a little kiss because he’s cute!

Based On This Request -

Warnings - not that I know of, this is pretty fluffy, a bit of making out towards the end

Word Count - 1355

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested. Pre-show. Mutual pining-ish. 

Inspired by Frenchie, our sewing king, and the little patches he has on his overshirt.

Thank you, lovely anon, for requesting! I hope you enjoy this!

Not my gif. All credits to the gif maker.

Frenchie sat cross legged atop the dining table. He was currently contorted in an uncomfortable looking position in order to sew patches over the holes in his faded and paint splotched periwinkle overshirt. He had accidentally ripped a couple of holes in it while transporting a crate of supplies from the storage compartment to the kitchen for Roach, and was determined to fix his overshirt himself instead of leaving it be. Frenchie looked adorable with his mouth pressed into a line in an act of concentration, but the position he was sitting in seemed impractical.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to sew up your shirt when you aren’t wearing it, too, Frenchie?” You asked while looking away briefly from the deck of cards you were playing with.

“Maybe, babe, but I can make sure I like the look of the patches like this.” You said that Frenchie’s thought process made sense, but you only meant that partially so. You still thought that Frenchie looked uncomfortable enough to make the act not worth it. But all in all, you tried to focus on Frenchie’s sewing instead of focusing on his use of the word “babe”. 

You had been aboard The Revenge for a couple of weeks now and throughout that time you had grown the closest to Frenchie out of all the people onboard. You noticed his usage of pet names for people, especially the people that he was closest to. So, you tried to not make a big deal out of Frenchie referring to you as ‘babe’ or ‘dear’ or any pet name of a similar vein. However, you couldn’t help but wish that Frenchie would call you a pet name in a romantic context.

“Oh no.” Frenchie exclaimed randomly.

“What? What’s wrong?” You questioned.

“I ran out of thread. I thought I grabbed enough but I might have been a bit over enthusiastic with the border.” He had been, but you chalked it up to Frenchie being attached to his overshirt and wanting to make it wearable for as long as possible.

“I can go grab some more for you.” Frenchie tried to stop you, saying that you didn’t have to do that for him. But you were already up and gone; going to find The Captain and his collection of sewing supplies. 

Your trip to The Captain’s quarters took longer than you had anticipated. You had hoped that Captain Stede Bonnet would have been on the deck with Mr. Buttons or in the kitchens with Roach requesting meal plans, but Stede was in his chambers having Lucius transcript his travels. After you interrupted his monologue to Lucius, Stede gladly gave you the materials you needed, but held you up by asking what you were needing the material for. You eventually left The Captain’s quarters with a short but sweet explanation, leaving Lucius silently pleading with you to make an excuse for him. Now, with what you needed at hand, you headed back to where Frenchie remained.

When you returned to the dining room of The Revenge, Frenchie was still sitting cross legged on top of the table. It looked as if he was counting the stitches he sewed into one of the patches. When he finally heard you enter the room, Frenchie smiled brightly up at you, his smile reaching his eyes. You happily handed the pirate the materials he had needed and thanked you. 

“Can you help me connect the two strings, pretty please?” You agreed and took the strings Frenchie had held out to you, one of which was still connected to his overshirt. You didn’t know if you were doing it right. You probably wouldn't have cared about proper sewing techniques if you were repairing your own clothing. But this was Frenchie’s overshirt and it had to be perfect. 

While you were concentrating on the thread and making sure it was secure, you didn’t notice Frenchie staring at you. He had liked you for a while now. Frenchie had been through a lot in his life. He didn’t know if he believed in love at first sight after everything he had seen, but Frenchie could recognize his deep and immediate attraction to you as soon as he saw you join the crew of The Revenge. He wanted to do something to make his feelings known, but he was worried about the outcome. Because of his status in society, his previous romantic connections and interests ended poorly, but he was a pirate now and anything goes at sea. So, he could rationalise that there was always the possibility of a positive outcome.

“There. I think I got it.” You stated as you finished securing the two strings together.

“Cheers, my dears.” Frenchie took the now connected strings from you. Yours and Frenchie’s hands brushing against each other momentarily, causing the two of you to let out a small gasp under your breast. You don’t know if the pirate heard you, but you definitely heard Frenchie’s gasp at the connection. You looked up from where Frenchie’s hands had touched yours to his face to see his staring at you longingly. Maybe he had heard you. 

You quickly sat back down in your seat and returned to playing with your deck of cards in order to avoid making eye contact with Frenchie. Frenchie eventually went back to sewing after a moment of gazing at the embarrassed look of your face. He definitely wanted to tell you how he felt now.

You could only think about how much you wished to make your own feelings known. Despite wanting to keep yourself from growing embarrassed again, you couldn’t help but look up at Frenchie when you thought that he wasn’t looking at you. Every once in a while, though, you would catch Frenchie looking over at you. Causing you to quickly return to idly pretending to be interested in your playing cards, or anything frankly in order to pretend that you weren’t just staring at your friend. Sooner than what you would have wished, though, Frenchie finished up sewing his overshirt. 

“So what are your plans now that you finished up your little project?”

“I don’t know. Write a couple of songs. Hang around. There’s not much to do, really.” Frenchie twirled a braid in his hair between his fingers, partially out of nervousness and partially out of need to make his hands useful. He desperately wanted to tell you how he felt now because he now assumed your reciprocation and that made him ecstatic.

“Yeah, The Captain's less prepared for sea than any of us.” You both joked around a bit about the non-piratey atmosphere of the ship for a bit, slightly diffusing the tension that had been in the air. You knew that you cared for Frenchie and he obviously cared about you otherwise the two of you wouldn’t have spent the past weeks getting to know each other. With the concentrated silence and back and forth looks over, you gained a bit of courage to finally make your feelings known.

“I have a thought on what we could do.”

“What would that be, babe?” Frenchie snapped his fingers, excited to hear what you had in mind. You got up from your seat and stood directly in front of where Frenchie was still sitting. You placed your hands on his shoulders, partially to steady yourself and ground your remaining nervousness. You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Frenchie’s lips. You lingered close to Frenchie’s face, close enough to bump his nose with yours before pulling back far enough to see Frenchie’s lovesick expression.

“Now, was that a friendly kiss or …something more?” Frenchie fiddled with his hair at the base of his neck, hopeful of your response.

“I would like it to be something more.”

“Good.” Frenchie stated definitively. He smirked and before you could do anything to stop him (not that you would have wanted to), Frenchie pulled you into him and smashed his lips against yours. Once you realised what was happening, you happily reciprocated, leading the two of you to passionately make out on top of the dining table.

I really hate Spotify Live

[Image Reads] Anonymous said - “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”

Accidentally posted then deleted the original request because I keep forgetting that I left things in my queue. So, this is just my copy of the ask.

Thank you so much for the request, anon! I really enjoyed writing this. I hope that you enjoy this, too.

I will link the fic here once I post it.

Lie Down With Me - 6 March 2023

seeing ppl like 'dr who is finally good again' u didn't like the dog man? the funny dog man?? look at the dog man and tell him to his face that you don't like him

One Good Day

O x Reader - Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader hasn’t been feeling well and their roommate, O, comforts them.

Warnings - mentions of depression/sad feelings/low days

Word Count - 3949

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. This takes place when The Master was pretending to be O. Okay, so this is my fic Mental Health Date revisited. I revisited and revised it a bit because I didn’t like it, but I still don’t like it, but I’m going to post it anyway just to get it out there.

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It had been one of those days. And by days, you meant weeks. Nothing felt right. You had little interest in the things you would usually enjoy, and you had gotten incredibly far behind on your work, and you stopped talking to the people in your life, but you didn’t really care. It worried you sometimes, feeling yourself fall down the rabbit hole of dissociation and depression, but you didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t sleep at night because of how anxious you were about feeling behind in life, but you couldn’t get up to do anything of importance to relieve your anxieties and get better for yourself. All you really did was watch random videos and read fanfiction and sleep during the day. You were incredibly bored but didn’t have enough energy to do anything about it. 

Part of you didn’t know why you felt this way. This just always happens. Things get better. Things are going well and smoothly. Then things get bad quickly. and your mental health just plummets. It’s a horrible cycle that happens every couple of weeks or months, depending on what else is going on around you. You were sick of it! You just wanted one good day to get you back on track. Or just one good day, period. No matter how much you wanted it, however, you berated yourself for believing something as foolish as the thought that today would actually be a good day.

You didn’t feel like you could talk to your family about what was going on. They never reacted the way that you wished that they would, so you just didn’t bother any more with trying to explain these feelings to them. Your friends would understand your circumstance much more than your parents, however, you never wanted to burden them with your depressive thoughts. So, you just kept to yourself, which usually caused your depressive state to get worse until it would pass. 

You considered talking to your roommate, O. Or maybe not talk, but somehow convince him to go out to a cafe or park or something so you weren’t alone for a bit. You eventually decided against reaching out to O, though, so as not to bother him, just like how you didn’t want to burden your friends. But that didn’t stop you thinking about your roommate while in your state of boredom. 

O was quiet, reserved and sweet, he kept to himself most of the time, but he could also be quite blunt when he wanted to be. You couldn’t tell whether he was a nervous person or introverted or whether he just didn’t like people. He was usually polite, or just silently complained about a person through eye rolls, but it always shocked you when he would say something harsh. His comments were never directed to you but knowing the fact that he could be easily disappointed made you not want to upset him. Over the past few months of cohabitating with him, you had developed a small crush on him, but tried to deny it to all of your friends and yourself. Your crush was probably the reason you didn’t want to upset him, not the fear of his hidden harshness being directed to you, but you just pushed those feelings away and continued to scroll through your phone. 

You were thankful that he allowed you to share a flat with him, because there seemed to be no other apartments available in this part of the city, but you assumed that O just needed someone else to pay rent rather than actually wanting any companionship. And considering that you were the one to move into the flat second, you tried your best to stay out of his way, but you felt as if you always failed at that task.

Whenever you would find yourself walking in on O in the living room or kitchen having an intense discussion with himself, pacing and muttering about unusual things, he would huff and quickly walk to his room and lock the door behind him. His reaction would always make you feel horrible. You wanted to get to know him and make him feel welcomed in your presence, not shut away. 

But O would sometimes allow you to interact with him. Whenever O wasn’t too consumed by work, he would offer up genuine smiles around the flat and would sometimes express small, reserved instances of his personality that he deemed you worthy enough of seeing. You discovered that O worked for the government and had a passion for science and technology. But your favourite thing about O was his belief in aliens. You didn’t expect that of him, but it made you smile to see him get so excited when he rambled about his special interest. 

Even though you learned things about each other during your cohabitation, the two of you never made a consistent effort to build a rapport. And that made you feel slightly uncomfortable with the idea of going to O with your problems or even having a crush on him. You were afraid that he would act poorly, like your parents or previous professors or bosses, and blame you for how you were feeling and the state you were in. You wanted someone, though. Someone to be with you on a bad day. Someone to make you feel better. Again, you stopped that train of thought and chastised yourself for being so foolish to think that someone would ever help you in that way.

So, you continued scrolling through random apps on your phone while cuddling up in bed under a mound of blankets. You didn’t have enough motivation to get up at all this morning, like most mornings this week, but now it was around midday, and you hadn’t even eaten anything or even showered. You just let the minutes pass by while consuming random content in the hope for some dopamine. Suddenly, O opened your door without warning and just stood in the doorway, for a moment, staring at your startled face. You dropped your phone slightly to get a better look at O. He looked like he was questioning what he saw, but there was something different about the way that he was looking at you that you couldn’t place. His eyes seemed sad, and he was tapping his fingers on the doorknob of your room repeatedly in a pattern of four beats.

“Are you feeling okay?” O finally spoke after an awkward silent war between the two of you just staring at each other.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” You squeaked out. You didn’t mean to lie, but you were so startled by O barging into your room that you didn’t know how to respond.

“I know that you always say that I can be incredibly blunt, and by blunt you mean rude. Well, now I'm not trying to be rude, I’m just concerned, okay?” O held out his non tapping hand as if to reassure you, but it only made you even more worried. As if he were trying to prepare you for the final blow in a battle of wits that would be your downfall.

“Can you please get to the point, O?”

“You don't look fine. You look quite glum, actually. And a bit greasy.” You were right. It was the hard-hitting final blow to your already depleted ego.

“Well, you certainly know how to cheer a person up.” You huffed and turned so your back was now facing O. For an extra pinch of dramatics, you pulled your blankets up over your head to cocoon yourself. You muffled a mumble that you didn’t intend for O to hear, but if he did it wouldn’t be the end of the world, “You barge into my room and insult me. I sure picked a great roommate.”

You slightly heard O huff over the muffling effect on your blanket cocoon. You internally groaned at the thought that O was most likely rolling his eyes at your obnoxious behaviour. You didn’t want to have a fight or make him feel bad. You didn’t even know why you were acting this way, just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from the world alone.

There was a long enough silence for you to get back to your reading on your phone and you assumed that O had left your room. Probably with the door open because he always seemed to leave doors open throughout the flat. You froze when you felt the opposite side of your bed dip. You turned a bit to look over your shoulder. You saw O sitting on your bed, looking at you with concern lacing his eyes. You had never seen that before.

“You don’t have to talk about anything that you don't want to, Y/n, but if you want to talk, I am here. If you need me.” You shuffled a bit more to see him more clearly and you saw that O was being sincere.

“I don’t want to talk about it. But I’m just not feeling good mentally. I’ve been feeling this way for a while, I just didn’t know how to say anything. I’m sorry that I told you I was fine early when I wasn’t. I was shocked by your question, and I panicked.” O smiled sympathetically.

“Why were you shocked?” You looked down and away from O’s eyes to try and prepare for what you were about to say.

“I didn’t think you cared enough to ask about me. I didn’t think you care about me at all.” You looked back up at O when you heard him sigh again. You were afraid that he was angry about what you had said. He didn’t look angry, though. He looked sad and disappointed, but it also looked like he was thinking about something.

“How about you take a long bath and I’ll go get some things from the shops so we can have a nice night in?”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? It’s a nice thing to do, isn’t it?”

“When do you ever do nice things? You don't do nice things, especially not to me.” You shuffled down a bit into the cocoon of blankets to hide from O’s unblinking gaze.

“I’ve done nice things for you!” If you thought that O actually cared for you, you would have said that O looked offended and hurt at the thought of you thinking that he didn’t care about you. But that would be impossible.

“Okay, you have done nice things for me, I’m just being sad and only thinking about the bad things right now. And it’s perfectly fine if you don’t do nice things for me. I don’t expect you to. We are flat mates, not best friends or anything else.” O seemed to quirk his head upon hearing you say ‘anything else,’ along with having a small smirk lacing his face.

“Come on. Get up. I swear I'll make tonight worthwhile.” O smirked and sent you a wink. You huffed and stumbled out of bed, almost hitting O with your blanket before he dodged it by standing up from the bed.

“Don’t be flirty just to try and get me to not be sad.” You stumbled to your dresser and wardrobe and grabbed some underwear and comfy clothes and some towels.

“Who said I was flirting to make you smile? I would say that I’m flirting with you because I want to flirt with you.” You gasped slightly and turned to see O smirking in the doorway. You didn’t know how to respond, you just stood there with your mouth agape, so O took the opportunity to continue to speak, “I’ll probably be back while you’re still in the shower but take as much time as you need. I’ve got to make today a good day for you.” You stared at him for a second, you were worried that he had read your mind about wanting to have just one good day, but that would be impossible. So, you brushed that completely ridiculous thought out of your mind.

It felt weird experiencing him acting this way. You didn’t interact with O that often, even though you were living together. The two of you usually kept to yourselves, often preoccupied with your jobs. O’s advances didn’t feel fake, though, like he was putting on an act, but because it was so different from how he usually acts this did feel wrong. You shook away your thoughts and waved goodbye to O as he prepared to leave the flat and you prepared to enter the bathroom.

The shower was warm and refreshing and the perfect environment for your thoughts to run wild, even though you tried to push them away. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but your feelings and crush on him was making that difficult. You had no idea what O had planned, but you assumed that whatever it was, it would be a short event. Because the two of you never hung out that much except in passing, and because O’s more introverted nature, you were now convinced that O would probably be planning a short meal with a fancy dessert. It would show that O cared about your mental health and your company, but it wouldn’t be too intrusive. But O had been known to shock you, so everything made you more curious about what O would actually decide to do.

You left the bathroom wearing the comfy clothes you picked out but with wet hair. You didn’t really care to dry your hair properly or do any sense of a skin or hair care routine. You assumed that you were going to have a short, friendly dinner and go back to sleep soon, even though you wanted something more intimate. 

Over the smell of soap and shampoo, you smelled your favourite candle, and this surprised you. So, you apprehensively walked into the living room, now candle lit, and observed a large supply of blankets and pillows piled up to form a pillow fort, covering up the sofa and the television. You looked into the fort and saw some of your favourite snacks were placed on the coffee table. Suddenly you heard a timer go off. This brought your attention to the kitchen. You saw O, wearing comfy clothes as well, preparing something. He eventually noticed you staring and smiled at you before speaking.

“What movie do you want to watch?” O finished preparing the meal and walked from the kitchen with two plates of your favourite food, one in each hand. O asked if you could open the fort again and placed the dishes on the coffee table before walking back to the kitchen.

“Although, we could start watching a show. But whatever you want to watch I will enjoy.” O spoke up again, carrying two of your favourite beverages and two delicious looking desserts precariously. You opened the fort to allow O to enter and you followed him silently. The two of you sat on the ground in between the sofa and the coffee table. The food smelled amazing, but you didn’t understand why any of this was happening. This was far fancier than you had anticipated.

O drew you out of your thoughts by asking what you wanted to watch again, and you suggested your favourite movie, but emphasised that the two of you didn’t have to watch it because he would probably hate it. While in the middle of your explanation, O had already begun the movie. You tried to grab the remote and explain that he didn’t need to do all of this for you, but O interrupted you.

“Y/n, enjoy this. And let me be here with you. For you. Let yourself have a good day. And eat, you should definitely eat.” O took a bite of his food and smiled encouragingly at you before starting the movie again. You sighed and stared at the plate of food before grabbing it and holding it in your lap and taking a bite. 

After you finished your meal, you sat with your back on the bottom part of the sofa with your head resting on the seat and you stared at the screen blankly. You weren’t paying close attention to the movie, but you heard O laughing and giving encouraging hums to the events of the movie. You were confused by the situation that you found yourself in. You had imagined having home date nights with O. And you had imagined domestically watching television and snacking on junk food with O. It seemed as if this was a cute amalgamation of two of your most prevalent fantasies of O. You joked with yourself that O must have read your mind and created an intimate combination of the date ideas to make you the happiest. But that would be impossible and ridiculous. But that thought kept nagging at you, so you stopped the film.

“Why are you doing this?” You turned to O who was adorably in the middle of eating a sweet. 

“You weren’t feeling well, and I wanted to. You deserve a good day, Y/n.”

“I didn’t think that you cared about me. I honestly thought that you were going to ask me to move out once the lease was up.” O smiled to himself knowingly. You were confused by this reaction and were about to question him, but O spoke before you could.

“No. I wouldn’t do that to you, Y/n. I’ve cared about you for a while now, I’m just not good at expressing it. And I never would have agreed to flat share with you if I didn’t like you. I want you to feel safe and comfortable around me.” You felt your face heat up upon hearing this confession.

O playfully threw your favourite sweet at you to distract you and turned the film back on before scooting closer to you. You smiled after noticing how close the two of you were but tried not to get your hopes too high. Of course, you wanted to get to know O more romantically, however, you would very happily settle for a nice friendship. Which was a terrible lie, but you thought that it was fine to be in denial for right now, so you just enjoy the moment before you and not overthink it. 

You began to grow a bit tired and yawned. O shifted closer to you again and placed his arm around your shoulders. Your head instantly fell into the crook of his neck and watched the remainder of the movie in a sleepy haze. Despite how hard you tried; you fell asleep in this position. The repetitive motion of O’s hand rubbing circles on your arm and his steady breaths were the final blows to you and caused you to enter a deep, calming sleep.

The Master knew that you were close to falling asleep throughout most of the second half of the movie and was eagerly awaiting the moment when you would finally fall asleep on his shoulder. He looked down at you when he knew that you wouldn’t wake up and smiled as if he had accomplished something great. The Master had seen worlds destroyed, by his hands, and he had planned coups and revolutions and created new species, but nothing he had done gave him as much joy as knowing that he made you happy and he gave you peace.

The Master snapped his fingers and his TARDIS turned off the television with a soft pop. Then he softly picked you up bridal style and carried you to your room. The Tardis unlocked your door for the Timelord, along with turning on your bedroom light and pulling your covers back. The Master gently placed you on your bed and tucked you in under your blankets. He paused to caress your face gently, smiling when you nuzzled into his hand in your sleep. The Master stayed like this, just observing you in a calm and peaceful state, before leaning forward and kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight, Y/n. Sleep dreams. I hope you enjoyed today, love.” The Master turned off your bedroom light and closed your door quietly before returning to the living room and kitchen area to clean up from the date. After everything was clean and back in its place, The Master got ready for bed. Technically, he didn’t need to because of the difference between Human and Time Lord biology, but he had gotten used to your Human schedule.

The Master sighed to himself as he closed the door to his room. He hated that he let you get this down. Not that you were aware of what he had done, but The Master performed an extensive vetting process on all of the people who had come to him as O looking for a flat share. He intended to be much more comprehensive and intentional with choosing a companion, as opposed to The Doctor who was reckless and impulsive. You had passed every test with flying colours and were now his, not that you knew this. You didn't need to know this information right now, though. At least, that's what The Master thought. He planned to pursue a relationship with you as O long before he ever revealed himself to be the Rebel Timelord. But he planned for that to happen long in the future from now.

The Master leaned against his bedroom door for a second before hitting his head with his palm. He was ashamed of himself. The Master believed and knew that it was his responsibility to take care of you and he took too long to notice your declining symptoms. The Master felt dumb. He had forgotten how Humans work. How Humans need constant attention and blatant acts and expressions of interest to actually understand the flirtation. Humans weren’t well versed in the art of flirtatious telepathy and “O” couldn’t flirt like The Doctor and blow your mind with the universe and all of time. That would ruin the act. 

For his plan to succeed, he had to do better. He swore to himself that he would do better in the future. He would interact with you more, engage in the things you enjoy, as this would be the best way to make you care for him just as he had begun to care for you more intimately, as more than just a Human pet. And he would try to not let The Doctor and his revenge plan for her get too in the way of your budding relationship. And then, once the two of you were fully committed to one another and The Doctor was destroyed, The Master would show you everything he possibly could because that’s what you deserved. The Master also knew that you deserved to feel safe and protected in your own house and head, and the rebel Timelord made a vow to show you how truly immaculate you were in his eyes. He also made a vow to help you with whatever you needed and drop anything and everything to help you. He wanted to make every day, for you, a good day. There would be no more wishing for good days with him around, but he would make sure that you would never get that low again. The Master knew that you were his and he was yours. You needed him and he needed you. And The Master was excited to make you realise that.

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?

Secrets

Pairing: Dh!Master x Reader

Word Count: 4900

Summary: The Doctor and the fam are hanging out on the TARDIS one day when they realise they haven’t seen you or The Master all day, none of them quite expect the sight that greets them when they find you.

Warnings: none

A/N: Reader is gender neutral in this. Also yay! I finally have time to write and post! I have a lot of fics planned, so hopefully I’ll be able to find the time to write them over winter break, tho I do have a shit ton of uni work still to do 😅

It was quiet, that wasn’t completely unusual on the TARDIS, but considering the recent addition of The Master to Team TARDIS it had The Doctor on edge. He’d begrudgingly joined them on their adventures after The Doctor had come across him moping about at the edge of a deserted galaxy, The Master hadn’t even been destroying anything, he was just sitting all alone on what he’d called an unimportant planet. The Doctor, of course, had been concerned by his uncharacteristic behaviour and had forced encouraged him to join them aboard the TARDIS. Understandably, her fam had objected, especially after he started to occupy himself by finding as many ways to inconvenience her friends as possible.

It had been eight months since The Master had joined them, and he had yet to stop annoying Graham, Ryan and Yaz - despite the numerous interventions and talks she had had with him about it. Much to The Doctor’s surprise, she never found you complaining about The Master’s antics, though she had suspected that he had developed a bit of a soft spot for you. After all, you had been the first out of her friends to welcome him - probably helped by the fact that you joined the group after The Master revealed himself, and thus only met him eight months back.

Recently The Doctor realised that she’d grown used to this new normal, that she was used to the occasional yelling of her friends after The Master had yet again hid half of their clothes, or simply jump-scared them - often accompanied by The Master’s maniacal laughter. However, she had yet to hear anything like that this morning, not one complaint about missing items from her fam, not one cackle out of The Master, she hadn’t even seen anyone all morning.

It was almost peaceful.

Which definitely meant that something was wrong.

Quickly The Doctor got up, abandoned her tools, and headed in the direction of the kitchen. It was about lunchtime, which meant that her friends would probably be gathered together making food, she just hoped that one of them would have seen The Master. Of course, she’d usually just ask the TARDIS where he was, but the circuits she’d been upgrading were the internal communication circuits, so that was currently out of the question.

“FAM!” The Doctor exclaimed as soon as she rounded the corner, standing dramatically in the doorway to the kitchen.

All of her friends had startled as soon as she appeared, it made her feel bad, but she currently had more pressing matters to focus on.

“Have any of you seen The Master today?!”

“…uh, no?” Ryan was the first to answer, still looking a little shocked from her entrance but trying to play it cool.

Graham took a dramatic sigh before answering, “Not yet luckily.”

“I haven’t either, why’re you asking?” Yaz replied, pausing making her lunch and turning all of her attention to The Doctor.

“It’s quiet, too quiet, and I haven’t seen him since last night. Which most likely means that he’s up to something.”

Graham groaned, “Why do we have to assume he’s up to something? Can’t we at least wait until after lunch to assume he’s doing something evil?”

The Doctor simply gave him a look, causing him to groan again, though he put his sandwich down. However she was quickly distracted by a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, she was missing something, something obvious. She looked back at her friends, and then she realised.

“Where’s Y/N?”

Her friends seemed to only notice your absence once it was pointed out, all looking around the room before looking back at The Doctor with blank faces.

“I haven’t seen them since last night.” Yaz told her.

“Me neither.” Ryan and Graham agreed with her.

Suddenly The Doctor felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. You were clearly The Master’s favourite out of the fam, what if he’d done something to you? Naively, The Doctor had hoped he was developing a soft spot for you - but what if it was simply an obsession? What if this had been his plan all along, to get close enough to harm you?

The fam seemed to come to a similar conclusion, horror dawning on all their faces.

“You don’t think-“

The Doctor didn’t give Ryan an answer, just turned around and ran through the TARDIS halls. She’d been at the TARDIS console most of the night, so at least she knew the two of you were still on board. Her first instinct was to head to the library, both you and The Master spent a fair amount of time there, it would have been the perfect place for an ambush.

The Doctor slowed once she entered the library, and she could hear the footsteps of her fam slow down as well. The library was surprisingly quiet as well, but The Doctor was still on edge. The fam followed her and she weaved her way through the aisles, coming to a sudden stop right before the rows of bookshelves gave way to one of the reading areas.

Nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted them. On one of the plush purple sofas The Master was laying down, fast asleep. That in itself would have been enough to shock The Doctor. However he wasn’t alone, you were laying next to him, curled into his side and fast asleep as well.

Huh.

The Doctor had known that The Master was developing a soft spot for you, but she definitely didn’t suspect anything like this. It was almost cute.

“Are they- Are they actually cuddling?” Graham was the first to speak, slightly startling the rest of them despite his voice being barely above a whisper.

“Uhhh… yeah, certainly seems like it.”

“Does anyone else think this is horrifying yet adorable?” Yaz queried, gaining agreement from the rest of them. “Glad it’s not just me.”

“What do we do? Do we wake them up?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah, what if he’s done that hypno- whatsit on Y/N?” Graham butted in.

“Hypnotism, I mean it would be a very odd thing to hypnotise Y/N to do, but we can’t rule it out I suppose.” The Doctor’s thoughts were zipping around in her brains, desperately trying to find all the signs she missed.

And there was so much she missed.

The Master’s ‘practical jokes’ had been lessening lately - both in frequency and maliciousness. The Doctor had chalked this up to him finally starting to settle in properly, but maybe that was the result of him spending more time with you? She hadn’t seen you around as much either, but with four humans plus The Master on board, she had hardly noticed. Then, the most obvious, there was the fact that the two of you had started to pair off more on adventures. Honestly, she had just thought that you were becoming good friends!

Maybe you were just friends? After all, friends were allowed to hug each other. Sure, the position you were in definitely leant more towards romantic entanglement rather than platonic, but that didn’t always mean something.

Just when The Doctor was about to reply, she and the fam were distracted by movement on the couch. You stretched slightly, but then snuggled even closer to The Master, your face smushing into his neck as you smiled. In turn The Master hummed contentedly, somehow bringing you even closer and wrapping his arms around you protectively. The Doctor could have sworn she saw a smile on his face.

Okay, probably not just friends.

The Doctor didn’t know what to do, she hadn’t considered this possibility. Regrettably, she was not prepared for The Master being romantically involved with you at all, which meant that she needed time to think. Putting a finger up to her lips, she turned to her companions and gestured for them to return the way they had came. For now, you and The Master had no clue that the rest of them knew about whatever was going on between the two of you. So, she had time to think, to observe the two of you, to find out if he was hypnotising or manipulating you, or if whatever this was was something genuine on both your parts.

Once they were back out in the hallway The Doctor explained everything to the other members of the fam, all of them agreeing to keep an eye on the two of you. The Doctor then walked off back to the console room, she needed to be alone with her thoughts for a little while.

——

You were warm and cosy, that was what you registered first. Of course, it wasn’t unusual to be warm and cosy when you woke up, but these days it was a new constant in your life, all because of one (alien) man. The Master.

When he had come onboard the TARDIS eight months ago you, you would have never imagined how your relationship developed. He’d pissed you off at first, especially since most of his ‘pranks’ had been directed at you. Once he had decided to take all of your jumpers and hoodies, just after you had returned from a particularly frosty adventure in Antarctica, causing you to confront him.

“You!” You sneered accusingly at The Master, who was lounged on one of the sofas in the library.

He placed his book down and raised an eyebrow, “Can I help you?”

“Give me my jumpers and hoodies back, now.” You tried to sound demanding, but you were still shivering from the lingering cold.

“No.” He smirked at you.

“No? What do you mean no?! I’m cold! I need layers to keep warm!” You pouted at him, unable to keep up the scary demeanour.

He chuckled slightly, “Well, that’s easily solved.” And then he lifted up the blanket that was laying over him and shuffled to make room for you.

You simply stood there in shock, not quite believing that The Master of all beings was inviting you to cuddle with him!

“Come on love, if you stand there any longer you’ll probably end up freezing to death.”

Hesitantly, you stepped closer and closer to the sofa, until you were stood inches from The Master, looking down at him. He offered his hand to you, and you gave him yours in turn. Then, slowly, he pulled you down into his hold, and covered you with the blanket. With his warmth enveloping you, you soon stopped shivering, though you didn’t leave him.

After that, cuddles in the TARDIS library became a regular for the two of you, soon turning into cuddles and kisses in your respective bedrooms, sneakily holding hands on adventures, and being there for one another behind closed doors. You loved him, not that you had told him yet, but you truly did.

Part of your hesitancy towards telling him was due to the fact that you were still keeping your relationship hidden from your friends. It wasn’t as though you didn’t want to tell your friends, you just didn’t know how to tell them, and you were scared for their reactions.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind you stretched and finally opened your eyes. Your first sight was The Master, still asleep, and you took a moment to appreciate him. Then you took in your surroundings and your heart leapt in your chest as you realised you had fallen asleep in the library, where anyone could have walked in.

“Master.” You shook him slightly.

He woke with a questioning hum, sleepy eyes looking at you with curiosity.

“We fell asleep in the library.” You half-whispered.

“…And?” The Master replied.

“Anyone could have walked in and seen us!”

“Mm, but they didn’t love, otherwise we would have been woken up.” He told you, his voice still rough from sleep, as he pulled you closer again.

You didn’t reply, instead giving him a worried look. He sighed and sat up, moving you with him.

“It’ll be okay love,” He cupped your face with both his hands, observing you until he seemed satisfied that you believed his words - and you did believe him, even if you needed a little reassurance sometimes.

The Master smiled at you, “Come on, shower and breakfast is in order.”

“More like brunch by now.” You retorted, checking your phone to see that it was already past 11am.

The Master chuckled and lead you out of the library.

——

In the past week, nothing out of the ordinary had happened, at least nothing that was out of the ordinary for your life. A couple of trips back in time, a couple adventures on distant planets, an ungodly amount of running, and sneaking into The Master’s bedroom once your friends had gone to sleep each night. Yep, completely ordinary week for you.

Which is why your friends’ strange behaviour made absolutely no sense.

You couldn’t quite explain it, but they’d been acting weird around you, jumpy as though they were keeping something from you. However there weren’t any holidays coming up and your birthday had already passed this year, so their weird behaviour was worrying you.

You’d tried asking all of them about it individually, The Doctor had pretended not to hear while doing some engineering on the TARDIS, and the other three had come up with various excuses that you didn’t believe. It frustrated you that something was wrong but they weren’t willing to tell you. Luckily, you still had one person on the TARDIS who wasn’t acting weird around you.

You knocked on The Master’s door and let yourself in. His living space was becoming one of your favourite rooms on the TARDIS, it had dark wood panelled walls and an overall regal look with lots of purple accents. There was also a lot of clutter, mostly little projects and pieces for said projects. Occasionally you’d ask him about whatever he was working on, and he’d talk you through his whole process (secretly you’d only ask him to hear his voice, but he didn’t need to know that). He’d also gotten used to you being in his rooms, hence why you walked right in.

The Master was sat on his couch, reading a book that he placed on an end table once he saw you.

“Hello, love.” He grinned at you, making room for you to sit down next to him.

“Hello Master,” You smiled at him, cuddling into his chest as he wrapped an arm around you.

He hummed and nuzzled your neck, “How are you today, my darling?”

The combination of the pet name and him speaking so close to your ear caused you to shiver. It almost got rid of the knot of worry that had nestled itself in you, almost. The Master seemed to notice something was wrong, as he pulled back slightly so he could look at you properly.

“Have you noticed the others being kind of… off, this week?” You queried, not quite knowing how to word it.

“Quite honestly love, I don’t pay much attention to anyone else on this ship.” He smirked, and you rolled your eyes.

“You and I both know that’s not true, you may not like Ryan, Graham or Yaz, but they’re still my friends - which means you still keep an eye on them at the very least.” You retorted.

“Mmm, you know me so well.” He leaned in to kiss your cheek, causing you to relax further into him.

It had surprised you, at first, just how physically affectionate The Master was. You’d assumed after the first cuddle session that it would be a one off, that he’d kill you if you ever mentioned it to anyone (not that they’d believe you), but he’d only gotten more and more cuddly as your relationship had grown.

“Okay, yes, I have noticed they were behaving stranger than usual this week. I’d just assumed it was something to do with me, and I didn’t care enough to find out what.”

“Definitely not just you, they’ve been weird around me too. I tried to ask them what was wrong but they all made up little excuses and scurried off. The Doctor even pretended she didn’t hear me!” You exclaimed gesturing wildly, “I just- they’re my friends, and I’ve obviously done something to upset them, but I don’t know what!”

You flopped back into The Master’s hold and sighed, for a moment he simply held you close, rubbing circles on your back.

“Look, whatever it is they’ll probably get over it soon enough. It can’t be that bad if they’re still talking to you.” He reassured you, already helping you feel much calmer than you had all week.

“But, what if they found out about us somehow?”

“The Doctor probably would have kicked me off the TARDIS already love, and your friends would have helped her.” You glared at him, unamused.

“No they wouldn’t, I wouldn’t let them.”

The Master’s expression softened.

“Of course not love, I’m just teasing. I’m sure that whatever it is will be forgotten about soon enough.”

“Hopefully.”

“In the meantime, would it perhaps help if I could take your mind off them for a while?” The Master suggested, leaning in to kiss you again.

“Hmm, I think it might.” You replied with a giggle, kissing him back eagerly.

——

As The Master had predicted, your friends soon went back to normal. You still had no clue what had caused their strange behaviour, but you didn’t bring it up again. Instead you focused on your adventures and your relationship with The Master, separately of course.

After a few rather hectic adventures, The Doctor had decided that you all needed a bit of a break, in the form of a 38th century cruise spaceship. The Doctor had explained that there were many fun activities taking place on the cruise, but the main one was the ball. An evening of dancing, eating and socialising to help you and the rest of the fam relax a bit.

You were all looking forward to it, and you could tell The Master was excited too - not that he acted like it. Sometimes you thought he tried a little too hard to protect his reputation, but then you remembered just how lucky you were that he allowed you to see the real him when so many others were denied the chance.

Currently, you were in the TARDIS wardrobe getting ready for the ball with the others. You had elected to wear a simple black suit with a dark purple lining and accents, partially because you liked the look of it, and partially because you thought it would go with whatever The Master decided to wear. You may be hiding your relationship from your friends, but you still wanted the subtle sign that he was yours (and you were his in turn). Exiting your dressing room you smiled at Graham and The Doctor, both wearing suits as well.

“Nice suit, it suits you!” The Doctor told you, looking very pleased with her terrible pun.

You rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh while Graham simply groaned. Ryan exited next, wearing a suit as well, tho it had a neon-coloured cubic pattern speckled over it. Then The Master exited.

He was wearing a black suit as well, though it had flowers embroidered in dark grey thread on it. He’d paired it with a reddish-purple waistcoat, a matching bow tie, and a dark grey shirt. He looked stunning, and in that moment you found yourself yearning for the freedom of a more public relationship, simply so you could tell him just how good you thought he looked. Instead you raked your eyes over his body and gave him an appreciative look, knowing he’d understand.

To your surprise he seemed to do the same to you, his eyes studying your appearance in a way that made you blush slightly, and giving you a far more suggestive look than you had given him. He was usually very subtle about your relationship, especially in front of The Doctor, but you weren’t going to complain in this moment.

Just then Yaz walked out of her dressing room, though your eyes lingered on The Master for a few moments longer. Taking advantage of the distraction, The Master winked at you, causing you to grin coyly before finally turning your attention to Yaz.

She was wearing a lovely rose gold coloured dress, it wasn’t overly flashy or attention grabbing, but you knew she’d still get a fair amount of admiration at the ball (though you suspected most of that would come from The Doctor).

The Doctor soon lead you all out of the wardrobe into the console room, piloting to your destination. You gazed in awe at the ship once the doors opened, it was decorated in a baroque-esque style and almost made you feel as though you didn’t quite belong in the ship. Still, you followed The Doctor through the hallways until you came to the ballroom. It was stunning, the room itself had the same baroque-esque look to it, though it was even more extravagant. Instinctively, you looked back to The Master and grinned, gaining a soft smile in return.

“Alright fam, all the food and drink should be good for human consumption - but if you’re unsure just ask! Let’s say two hours of mingling, then we’ll reconvene back here?” The Doctor addressed you all, gaining agreement before everyone started to dart off in different directions.

You had hoped that you would get some time alone with The Master, unfortunately it seemed that Yaz had other ideas as she invited you over to the bar with her to get some drinks.

An hour later you had finally managed to ditch your friends, it wasn’t as though you didn’t like hanging out with them - of course you did - but at an event like this you’d rather spend time with your partner. Once you found him you felt yourself relax, previously unaware of how tense you’d been without him. Larger social gatherings like this definitely made you anxious, but having The Master by your side helped a lot, mostly because you knew he’d never let anything bad happen to you.

He smiled at you and then nodded his head to the entrance. Intrigued, you followed him as he lead you out of the ballroom.

“Where are we going, Master?” You queried, grabbing a hold of his hand.

“You’ll see.”

Eventually the two of you came to another ballroom, though it was completely empty. There was a layer of dust over every surface, giving you the impression that this room hadn’t been used in a long time. The distant music from the party echoed through the halls into the ballroom giving it a haunted feel, but not a creepy kind of haunted, mor like the sort of haunted feeling you got from a placed that had so clearly been loved once, as though that love and warmth was still living in the walls.

After looking around the room you turned back to The Master, only to find him stood with one hand behind his back and the other stretched out towards you.

“Care to dance, my love?” He asked you charmingly, causing you to blush wildly.

“Of course, Master.” You replied, taking his hand eagerly and grinning.

He pulled you in close and began to guide you through a waltz, in time with the music from the ballroom. In that moment you felt as though you could spend the rest of your life with him, even if it was just the two of you alone in the universe, you’d always feel content by his side. That realisation seemed to finally give you the boost of confidence you had needed.

“I love you.”

The Master stopped dancing, looking at you with a mix of shock and awe.

“What?”

“I love you, Master. You don’t have to say it back, I just wanted you to know.” You told him truthfully.

“I love you too, so much.” He replied, grinning wide with tears in his eyes.

The Master leant in to kiss you, and your lips met his halfway. You’d kissed him hundreds of times before, but this time felt different, it felt perfect. The two of you started dancing again, still keeping in time with the music but completely lost in each other’s presence. The Master moved his arm around your waist, you rested your head on his shoulder and let the world fall away around the two of you.

——

The Doctor had been keeping a close eye on both you and The Master in the past few weeks, and to her surprise she had seen nothing sinister, nothing potentially dangerous. In fact, all she had seen was subtle glances and secretive smiles between the two of you, she’d caught both of you looking at the other while they were distracted, and neither of you had anything but love to look at each other with. On one occasion she’d even seen the two of you holding hands when faced with a particularly terrifying enemy!

The Doctor had known The Master for nearly his whole life, and therefore always knew that he had a softer side to him. What she never expected was for him to develop feelings for a human, considering his general hatred of Earth’s sentient inhabitants. She’d had her reservations at first, knowing full well that whatever was going on between the two of you could just be another one of his schemes. However, given how secretive the two of you were, and all the little interactions she’d witnessed, The Doctor believed that The Master had genuine feelings for you.

Nevertheless, The Doctor had continued to keep on the eye on the two of you - just in case. Therefore, she noticed pretty quickly when the both of you disappeared from the ballroom. At the end of the day The Master was still The Master, no matter how much progress he had seemed to make these past few months. Luckily, the rest of her fam had noticed your disappearances as well.

“Come on fam.” The Doctor started to lead the way out of the ballroom.

“Doc, are you sure we should go looking for them, I mean what if they’re, y’know…” Graham asked, looking rather uncomfortable.

“Snogging?” Ryan snickered.

“Yes, we should, because there’s still a chance that Y/N could be in danger.”

The Doctor continued on through the halls, looking through each of the rooms to see if she could find the two of you. Finally, she came to another ballroom and was surprised by the sight of the two of you slow dancing in each other’s arms.

Well, at least you weren’t in danger.

It seemed that she had sped off a bit too quickly, as Ryan, Graham and Yaz soon came jogging up behind her, startling both you and The Master (who hadn’t noticed her approach). For a few moments everyone stood and stared at each other in complete silence, no one knowing quite what to do. The Master still had his arms around your waist, and The Doctor could see that he tightened his grip on you, as though he was afraid you’d be taken from him.

You coughed, gaining everyone’s attention, “So, uhhh..”

“You two are together?” Yaz asked.

You looked to The Master and smiled softly, getting a small smile in return. “Yeah, we are.”

There was another moment of awkward silence before you spoke up again. “Wait, none of you seem surprised?”

“We caught you two sleeping on one of the library couches a couple weeks back.” Ryan told you, causing you to playfully hit The Master’s arm.

“I told you!”

The Master rolled his eyes, “How was I supposed to know? I was asleep as well!” He laughed along with you.

“Is that why you were all acting weird around us?” You queried.

“Yeah, sorry about that cockle, it was just a bit of a shock is all. Still is to be honest!” Graham chuckled, putting all of you at ease.

“How long have the two of you been together anyway?” Yaz asked.

“Uhh, just over four months now - right?” The Master nodded in response to your question.

“How did you two manage to keep it a secret for so long?” Ryan exclaimed.

“Lots of sneaking around, though it does help when your partner has alien hearing that’s at least 10 times better than humans’.” You replied, smirking in a way that showed how much you liked showing off about The Master.

On the way back to the TARDIS Graham, Ryan and Yaz asked you quite a lot of questions, most of which you answered happily while holding The Master’s hand. Despite having watched the two of you for the past few weeks to make sure this wasn’t just another one of The Master’s schemes, The Doctor finally felt as though she could relax. You were safe, and both of you were happy, she was glad that The Master had managed to find someone who he could be himself around, someone who he could love. Stopping just outside the TARDIS doors, you turned back to look at her.

“You’re alright with this, yeah?”

“You’re happy?” The Doctor asked, addressing the both of you.

“Very.” You replied, while The Master simply looked down at you and nodded.

“Good, I’m happy for you - both of you.” She made sure to address The Master, who looked slightly surprised before he rolled his eyes at her.

“Now, movie night?” She suggested, gaining nods of approval from everyone.

It was going to take some getting used to, but The Doctor was truly happy for the both of you. Later that evening she looked over to see that you had both fallen asleep in each other’s arms, she smiled looking at the two of you, glad you had each other.

Protectiveness Headcanons

Dhawan!Master x Reader Headcanons

Summary - Headcanons about The Master cuddling the Reader.

Based on this Request -

Warnings - Possibly slight Yandere vibes

Word Count - 684

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Based on the request above submitted by @flybi91​ on my old Tumblr account. This is the second part of this request; the first part will be linked here. I hope you enjoy it! I can add to this later if I have more ideas.

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This version of the Master was more protective than some of his other regenerations

Ever since discovering the origins of Time Lords and the Timeless Child, he had become insecure, but he tried not to show it

He wanted one person, he just needed one, to love him wholeheartedly

Someone to touch him, hold him, praise him, care for him, just see him as a unique person and love him wholeheartedly

He wanted someone who wanted him as much as he wanted them

And then he found you

You were everything he wanted and more

But he convinced himself that, because who he was a lie, you would leave him and that was the last thing he wanted

You were the only thing he had that was good

This caused The Master to be more protective over you than if you were just a random companion

He didn’t like you walking, adventuring, or living alone - not because he didn’t trust you, but because he didn’t trust other people

His hand would either be holding yours or be placed firmly on your back when the two of you are out together

However, he enjoyed whenever you would link arms with him

Under extreme circumstances, he would drag you by one of your shoulders away from whomever he didn’t like 

The longer your relationship with The Master would grow, the more protective he will become

During his dark times, he would refuse to let you leave his TARDIS, but that would usually only last for a couple of day until The Drums quieted themselves

If you ever insisted on staying on Earth for a bit, he would stay with you

He would consider putting trackers in your devices for a long time

The only thing that would make him reconsider doing this is the fact that you are incredibly loyal

One day, while adventuring, you do get kidnapped by a group of people who wanted revenge against The Master

Upon finding you again, The Master violently tortured and killed all of the members of the group

He carried you back to his TARDIS, cared to any wounds you might have had and the two of you took a warm bath together before cuddling all night

The next day, he placed extreme protective measures all over his Tardis and over your home on Earth

The Master didn’t leave your side for the next month, and he wouldn’t let you leave his ship for even longer

You literally had to beg The Master into leaving The TARDIS

And you had to promise that you would only visit you family and friends and to not leave your house for any other reason - except to maybe go grocery shopping

But he definitely started tracking your movements

You knew about this, though, and understood why he believed that he had to go to those measures

The Master would force you to stand behind him if the two of you ever encountered The Doctor

The Master would eventually force you to return to his TARDIS, if the encounter with The Doctor lasted too long, because he didn’t want The Doctor to even think about stealing you away from him

If The Doctor did ever manage to ‘kidnap’ you, The Master would be on a warpath until he found you again

This routine would happen for a while until The Doctor eventually understood that you and The Master loved each other, and The Master hadn't done anything threatening towards you

She still kept a watchful eye on the two of you, but was happy to see her old friend in love and with someone who cared for him

The Master just wanted you to feel safe and be safe

He didn’t want his past or the people he would sometimes associate himself with to get in the way of your relationship, your opinion of him, or your safety.

He knew that he could sometimes be extreme in his efforts to protect you, but he just wanted you to know how much he loved you and appreciated you and wanted to care for you

So Where To First?

Smith!Doctor x Reader

Summary - After The Doctor saves you several times, you finally confess your feelings for him.

Based On This Request -

Prompts Used - #15. A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

Warnings - canon typical violence

Word Count - 1129

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by a lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. I hope that you enjoy it!

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You had met The Doctor many times before. For some reason, the two of you always ended up in the same place at the same time. However, the times that the two of you met were rarely peaceful. So many times you found yourself attacked by a random alien wanting to get to The Doctor, and every time, The Doctor saved you.

You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t have feelings for The Doctor. How could you not have feelings for the person who saved you random encounter after random encounter? But how could you possibly tell someone so monolithic that you had a crush on them and that you wished to see them in more intimate, less terrifying, circumstances? It seemed like such a daunting task to you.

Today would not be one of those less terrifying days for you, however. The day did start out normal. You went to the shops and got some groceries, cleaned your apartment and did some work for the upcoming Monday. But when you went to go for a little walk to the nearby park in order to stretch your legs and get out of your home an alien appeared out of nowhere and prepared to attack you. You didn’t know what to do. You tried to run away, but the alien crowded you in. You still tried to run away from it because it seemed slow and lumbering, but then the alien hit you over the head with the butt of their weapon. You didn’t knock out completely, but you were in no state to help yourself.

In your haze, you could feel the alien dragging you back to its ship. Then you heard a noise. The most beautiful noise in the Universe. A wheezing sound going in and out of time until it stabilised and then suddenly stopped. The Doctor was here. He was here to save you. But before you could actually rejoice in the fact that The Doctor had saved you, you fell asleep.

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You woke up in your bed, neatly tucked in under the covers. Your head felt completely fine as if nothing had ever happened. On your bedside table, there was a glass of water, a plate of Jammie Dodgers (one biscuit of the bunch had a bite taken out of it), and a vase of freshly cut flowers. You looked to the window and saw through the break in your curtains that the sun was still up but was clearly about to set.

Suddenly, a crash rumbled throughout your apartment, originating from the kitchen. You then heard a shout that sounded like The Doctor talking to himself. You were instantly relieved. At least a stranger hadn’t broken into your home.

You grumbled stiffly out of bed and wrapped a quilt that you had never seen before around your sour body. You assumed that The Doctor had given you some alien medicine that treated your probable concussion, but it caused you to feel a bit stiff. Before you left your bedroom, though, to see what The Doctor was doing in the kitchen, you snatched a Jammie Dodger a quickly gobbled it down.

Upon padding into the kitchen, you saw The Doctor running around the place making some delicious-smelling food. He wasn’t wearing his statement jacket, just his button-down shirt, braces, and bowtie. He brushed his hair back and looked behind him, briefly making eye contact with you. He turned back around to the food he was preparing but did a double take and then excitedly said hello to you once he fully realized that you were now in the room with him.

“Ah! Y/n! You’re awake! I was hoping that you would be soon so I would have to wake you up. I made you some dinner.”

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to do any of this, Doctor.”

“Of course I did. Don’t be ridiculous.”

The Doctor then instructed you to sit and relax while he finished making you dinner before serving it to you with his unique brand of dramatic flair. The two of you then ate contently, exchanging polite conversation intermingled with The Doctor’s explanation of what had happened to you early that day. But eventually, you both finished eating meaning that The Doctor would probably have to be leaving soon. Something in your brain must have clicked while you were asleep; you needed to confess your feelings to the person you cared about most in the Universe.

“Can I do something that I have been meaning to do for a while?” You asked hopefully.

“Ooo, yes, please! I love new things. Always have. You got a new thing; I will race to try it!” The Doctor rambled as you stood up and rounded the corner of the table until you were directly in front of The Doctor. You could tell that The Doctor was going to continue to talk about how much he loved trying new things, so you leaned down and kissed The Doctor. In the kiss, you channelled all your gratitude for him and all the growing feelings you had for him. Eventually, you ended the kiss with a bite to The Doctor’s bottom lip and then licked where you bit him before retreating back to your seat.

The Doctor looked at you shocked for a moment before jolting up from his seat. He ran out of your kitchen toward the front door of your flat before running back to you.

“I’ll be back in a tick, I promise. Do you trust me?” You nodded bittersweetly. You trusted him, of course you did, but you were hoping for something bigger in response. A second later, though, you heard the same wheezing sound you heard before going in and out of your kitchen. Suddenly The Doctor’s TARDIS appeared in your kitchen. You were already amazed because you had never seen The TARDIS in action before, but then The Doctor bolted out from the doors of his ship.

“Tadah!! Do you like it?”

“Like it? Doctor, I love it!”

“Would you like to travel with me, then?”

“Really?” You never thought that The Doctor would ever invite you onto his ship.

“Yes! Of course! I’d love to travel with you, Y/n.” The Doctor kneeled down to where he was level with you in your chair and then caressed your face before pecking your lips. He then kissed your nose and let his head rest against yours. Your face broke out into a cheek-hurting smile before you tackled The Doctor into a hug. He quickly stood up to avoid falling over onto your kitchen floor and reciprocated the action. He then spun you around a couple of times before setting you down.

“So where to first?”

Hey, I was wondering if I could put in a request? I would love to see a Martha Jones x Gender Neutral!Reader of Martha taking care of the reader while they’re sick. Just very sweet fluff. I’ve been feeling terrible lately and it would make my day. Thank you!

[Image Reads] Anonymous asked - “Hey, I was wondering if I could put in a request? I would love to see a Martha Jones x Gender Neutral!Reader of Martha taking care of the reader while they’re sick. Just very sweet fluff. I’ve been feeling terrible lately and it would make my day. Thank you!”

Hi, anon! I'm sorry that this fic took me so long to complete, I lost it in my drafts for a bit. But I hope that you are doing well and thank you so much for the request!

This is officially my first Doctor Who Companion x Reader :)

I will link the fic here once I post it!

Bedside Manner - 5 March 2023

-Ghost