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Ghost's Autumnal Bash 2024 Masterlist

Tuesday, 22 October 2024

Pumpkin Dreams - Simm!Master x Reader

Wednesday, 23 October 2024

Wait, This Is Good - Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Friday, 25 October 2024

Any Doctor x Reader

Monday, 28 October 2024

This Is Impossible - Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Tuesday, 29, October 2024

Jump In The Line, Or Rather Leaves - Smith!Doctor x Reader

Wednesday, 30 October 2024

Dhawan!master x Reader

Thursday, 31 October 2024

Fallen Leaf Hair - Maestro x Reader

Friday, 1 November 2024

TBD

Monday, 4 November 2024

TBD

Friday, 8 November 2024

TBD

Monday, 11 November 2024

TBD

Friday, 15 November 2024

TBD

Monday, 18 November 2024

TBD

Friday, 22 November 2024

TBD

Monday, 25 November 2024

TBD

Friday, 29 November 2024

TBD

Aftercare, I Love You

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary - Just an aftercare blurb with Eddie

Warnings - references to sex but no actual sex(minors please do not interact)

Word Count - 445

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I hope that you enjoy this!

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You twirled a piece of Eddie’s hair, that had fallen on top of his chest, between your fingers. You smiled blissfully upon recalling how about an hour ago, a similar strand of hair kept falling in your face as Eddie pistoned into you from above. You felt Eddie kiss your forehead a couple of times as he rubbed your back.

No matter how passionate or rough your sex could become, Eddie would always be so calm and peaceful when performing aftercare. You always tried to give him the same comfort, but when he made you so weak, it was sometimes hard to deliver. Eddie always reassured you, though, that he just wanted to have your company and to lie in your arms for as long as possible. If he needed anything else, he would tell you.

You softly kissed the tattoo on his left pectoral muscle, and then you kissed the spider tattoo under his collarbone. Eddie slid his hand soothingly up and down your bare back. With his other hand, Eddie tilted your head up so you were now looking up at him.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked with a slightly raspy voice.

“You tell me anything, Eddie.”

“I think … I think I love you.” You looked up at him, shocked. You and Eddie hadn’t really put labels on your relationship, but, despite that, of course you love the dorky dungeon master.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just thought you should know.” Eddie mumbles softly. 

You could tell from the blush blooming on Eddie’s face and neck, and his frantically moving hands, that he was becoming flustered and regretful of what he just confessed. Eddie had nothing to be regretful over, however. You obviously felt the same way. How could you not? So, you bolted up to kiss Eddie squarely on the mouth, effectively stopping his nervous ramblings and knocking him back against the pillows with a shocked yelp in the process.

“I love you, too, Eddie Munson!” You pulled far enough away from his face to see his expression change from one of worry to an expression of complete and utter joy. A wide smile etched across his face as he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over onto your back. 

“Well, in that case. How about a celebratory round two?”

“I’d love that, Rockstar!” Eddie’s face burst into a wide grin, again, before he dived toward your neck and began to suck fresh hickeys onto your soft flesh. You giggled at Eddie’s easily excitable nature while quickly burying your hands in Eddie’s wild mane of hair. Tonight was definitely going to be a long night.

The Master’s Plan

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Master, after becoming friends with you, is tired of seeing The Doctor and The Reader go around and around in oblivious circles. So, she puts it upon herself to get the two of you together.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - fake dating ish, trying to get The Doctor riled up(mostly The Master does this), mutual pining

Word Count - 3066

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. I had a second idea for this request from my old Tumblr account, so I had to finish it. I hope that you enjoy it!

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The Master couldn’t believe that you and The Doctor weren’t together yet! She used to hate you. Not because you were The Doctor’s new companion, but because The Doctor actually seemed to be committed to you. But now she wished not only to be your friend but also to help get you and The Doctor together. Even after everything The Master and The Doctor had been through, and even after everything The Master and you had been through, all she wanted was to see her two friends happy.

Soon after The Master had first met you, she had tried to rip you away from The Doctor and break your trust in him. But you informed the disappointed Master that you already knew about The Doctor’s past. You knew about the Time War, how The Doctor hurt The Master, and all of his previous companions and relationships. The Doctor had told you that he had been alone for a long time since he last regenerated and chose to wait to travel with anyone instead of jumping right into another companionship. Then he met you. You hadn't told The Master the last bit, but when she complained that she had to wait for The Doctor to show himself after decades of hiding, The Doctor’s statement was corroborated.

Disappointedly, The Master let you go from that encounter without a scratch on you. But she would kidnap you often after the fact. In the beginning, she legitimately wanted to harm you to get to the Doctor, but now she actually enjoyed your company. Often the two of you would gossip about The Doctor. The Master would always burst out laughing when The Doctor would barge into the room where you were captured completely shocked and out of breath and with adrenaline in his eyes.

The Master had stopped kidnapping you a couple of months ago. You thought something was wrong, but you couldn’t alert The Doctor because he would think that you were conspiring with her, when in actuality, you just cared for the wellbeing of someone you considered your friend. But about a week later, you got your answer. The Master had planned a horrible scheme to destroy Earth and turn Humans into her own personal obedient army. Of course, The Doctor and you discovered her plan and stopped her. The Doctor then insisted that she come to live in The TARDIS with the two of you, so she could gain some much-needed respect for beings that she thought lesser than her.

The Doctor quickly regretted the situation he created. You and The Master got along too much for his liking. This arrangement was meant to be some sort of punishment, but The Master seemed to enjoy being stuck in a confined space with you. What The Doctor was unaware of was the fact that The Master just loved to gossip behind The Doctor’s back, and she enjoyed feeling young with you. Her feelings for you were completely platonic. And she was actually overjoyed by the fact that someone wanted to be her friend; let alone someone as kind as you wanted to be her friend.

The Doctor’s uncomfortableness over his presumption that The Master had feelings for you was shifted out of his main focus by something strange going on in The Universe. There was a sneaking suspicion growing and spreading throughout space. No one had any idea what was going on, but random people were just showing up dead randomly. Many galaxies had joined together to try and investigate the issue, but none of them could solve the problem. The Doctor, ever the good Samaritan, instantly tried to solve the mystery. The Doctor set you on library duty while he did some aerial scouting from the console room.

It was difficult finding the information The Doctor had requested, but with the help of The TARDIS, and absolutely no help from The Master, you did eventually find everything that would help The Doctor. You texted him as soon as you found everything. All you wanted to do was make him happy and make him proud of you. 

The Doctor ran toward the TARDIS library as soon as he received your message. But he slowed down and walked into the library calmly, so as to seem as if he hadn’t just run there. He had to make you believe that he had absolutely no romantic feelings for you. He thought that he was being completely discreet, but The Master just thought that her old friend was being completely ridiculous. 

The Doctor quickly walked up beside you, with a small bounce in his step, and placed his hand on your back. Then you exuberantly explained what you had found, and The Doctor seemed to like the information you were detailing for him.

“Oh, my stars! You are brilliant, Y/n! Absolutely fantastic! I could kiss you!” The Doctor jumped up and down and grabbed your shoulders excitedly.

“Then why don’t you?” You flirtily retorted. The Doctor immediately became flustered, removed his hands from your body and started mumbling and bumbling about. He was speaking so quickly, much faster than normal, and you could only make out some of the things he had said. You had heard “I should do that,” “No, no that would be too complicated,” and “I better be off.” 

The Doctor quickly bumbled around the table, hitting it with his hip, and then headed toward the exit. You huffed, defeatedly, and went to pile up the books. Maybe you would give them to The Doctor in the console room, find him in the kitchen, or even stop by his office. But you would not get the opportunity to do any of those things. The Doctor zipped back into the library and collected the books from your grasp and ran back out of the room before you could utter a word.

With your task project now finished, you slumped back toward your room. You felt like crying or screaming in frustration. This wasn’t the first time you flirted with The Doctor, and he responded that way, but you thought that because he always flirts with you that you had a chance with him. Yet he always ran away from you. Maybe you completely misinterpreted his “flirty” comments? Maybe he was just being friendly?

“Woah, your thoughts are quite loud today, Y/n!”

“Can we not do this right now, Master?” 

“Was The Doctor being a fool again?” You nodded solemnly at The Master leaning concededly against the wall of the hallway.

“Come to my room, darling. I’ll make you a drink.”

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“What am I doing wrong?” You paced around The Master’s black marble tiled lounge area, wildly gesturing with the half-drank glass of the boulevardier cocktail The Master made you.

“Absolutely nothing my dear. The Doctor is merely a spineless idiot!” The Renegade Time Lord spat before taking a sip of her own boulevardier cocktail.

“Master!” You were frustrated with The Doctor, but you would never have the same animosity The Master had for her Best Enemy.

“Sorry, but it’s true. At least in this instance. I have told you many times that The Doctor’s feelings for you are obvious, that’s why I began kidnapping you in the first place. We just have to make him snap!”

“I don’t want him to snap, I just want to be with him.” You slumped into the soft yet sophisticated chair across from where The Master was lounging.

“Well, I might have an idea as to make him admit his feelings … If you are up to it, that is …” The Master smirked at you, breathed in a puff from her cigar, sighed out the smoke, and then sent you a wink.

“What are you scheming, Master?”

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The Doctor scoured over the books you had found for him. You had left some notes that you thought would be useful, but The Doctor would be having a much more exciting time if you were beside him helping him. It was his fault as to why you weren’t beside him right now, he knew that. The Doctor was very aware of his intense feelings for you, and he was 99.9% positive that you liked him too, but so many things could go wrong if he admitted his feelings. Your friendship might become strained, he might have to watch you fall in love with someone else, or, worst of all, you might leave him!

The Doctor sighed in defeat. Against his better judgement, he walked toward your room with one of the books you had found in his hand. The Doctor needed you to help him. It was the only way to get him to focus on the task at hand and not all of the worst cases scenarios running amok in his brain.

However, no matter how many times The Doctor tried to walk to your room, The TARDIS lead him somewhere else. The Doctor was going to question his ship, but then he heard a scream erupt through the air of the ship.

The Doctor rushed through the halls of his TARDIS, trying to discover the cause of the noise. To his surprise, The Doctor walked in on you laughing hysterically on the ground and The Master above you, tickling you.

“What are the two of you doing?”

“Our little friend here dared accuse me of not being fun! So, I started a tickle fight, and, of course, I won! Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” The Master leaned down over you, entirely too close to your face for The Doctor’s comfort.

“Master, why don’t you help me with the engine? I spotted a bit of a hiccup that needed a bit of a look-over. We need my TARDIS to be in tip-top shape before we try to solve this mystery.”

“Can’t you do that yourself? Y/n and I still have half of a movie to finish.” The Master sneered at her old friend.

“No, I am pretty sure that I need your help with the engine.”

“I can help you, Doctor.” You chirped after sitting up on your elbows. Unbeknownst to you, The Master looked down at you seductively, causing The Doctor’s blood to boil.

“But what about our movie? The couple was just about to confess their feelings for each other!”

“We can finish it later, Master.”

“No, no, no, I need The Master’s help.” 

“Fine, you buzzkill. I’ll help you. Don’t wait up for me, lovely. I expect that this is going to take a while.” The Doctor glared at The Master behind her back but dropped the glare as soon as his old friend turned back around to face him. You didn’t think that The Master saw The Doctor’s unadulterated jealous face, but you did. You didn’t want to hurt him, but that’s exactly what you did. All of this was an act. He was the one you loved. You didn’t want him to feel so much pain because of you. You were tempted to reveal the plan you and The Master came up with, but The Doctor swiftly left before you could admit anything.

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The Doctor stormed out of the room and marched toward the console room. All the while, The Master smirked. She was very proud that her plan was succeeding. Upon reaching the console move, The Doctor abruptly turned to face his old friend.

“What are you doing with Y/n?”

“Why? Jealous, Doctor?” The Master taunted, causing The Doctor to become flustered at the thought of his yet-to-be-voiced feelings.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The Doctor turned away and began fiddling with the TARDIS console.

“I am no idiot, Doctor. I know that the “hiccup in the engine” was a distraction to get me away from Y/n. Because you would rather have your precious little crush be all alone than be with me, your Best Enemy.”

“Just stay away from Y/n.” The Doctor huffed and rushed to his room, resolving to solve the mystery by himself.

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The Master did not stay away from you. Quite the opposite, actually. The Master hung around you more. But despite all the fake love being publicly displayed, you and your two alien roommates did solve the mysterious murders plaguing various galaxies and helped the civilizations living there.

As a post-adventure treat, The Doctor suggested for you and him to go to Lypitta. It was a beautiful planet known for its very scenic views, and its infamously poisonous itiia poul klailei tree, but The Doctor wasn’t there for that. He wanted to impress you and potentially romance you there. 

To his dismay, though, The Master hadn’t left his TARDIS yet. The Doctor had allowed The Master to leave after the three of you saved all those galaxies, but she said that she wished to stay abroad for a bit longer. The Master even said that she enjoyed the company! The Doctor didn’t believe this. He knew that she was just trying to make him uncomfortable and angry with her flirting with you. She was constantly around you, touching you, looming too close to your face. The Doctor felt so defeated. He should be with you. He should be loving you and showering you in praise, but he was too late. The Master won you over and The Doctor stewed in sadness over the fact that he would soon be left alone once again.

Upon arriving on Lypitta, you briefly spoke to The Master alone before walking over to The Doctor. The Master went off on her own merry way and The Doctor almost seemed shocked that you wanted to be with him instead of his old friend. You asked The Doctor about the history and general environment of the planet, and he happily obliged in telling you everything he knew while the two of you walked around the planet. But eventually, the two of you fell into a bittersweet silence. You wanted to confess to The Doctor so badly, but you didn’t know how. And The Doctor wanted to ask you about your feelings, but he also didn’t know how to broach such a now awkward topic. So, the two of you continued to explore the planet in silence until The Doctor finally convinced himself to speak up.

“So, you and The Master then?”

“Doctor, it’s not like -” You instantly felt sadder than you were before. The Doctor looked so heartbroken.

“It’s fine. I haven’t been the most attentive, I can understand why you would move on. I just wish that it wasn’t with her. And I more so wish that I actually got the guts to say something before. Maybe it could be me holding you the way she does.” You had to tell The Doctor the truth now! You grabbed The Doctor by his shoulders and forced him to face you.

“Doctor, it’s a lie!”

“What is?”

“The Master and I, though it was mainly her idea, we thought that pretending to be close romantically would finally get you to confess your feelings for me out of jealous. I didn’t want to make you sad, though. I’m really sorry, Doctor. I should have just told you that I had feelings for you.” You dropped your hands and looked at your feet in regret. You hoped that this wouldn’t ruin everything between the two of you.

“You like me, Y/n?” You popped you head up to look at The Doctor when you heard his incredibly hopeful question.

“Yes, Doctor, I’ve liked you for a while.” The Doctor burst into a smile and quickly hugged you around the waist and spun you around in circles a couple of times.

“Are you serious?”

“Completely serious!” The Doctor started to laugh adorably and spin you around again.

“Doctor! Doctor, if you don’t stop, I’ll throw up!”

“Sorry! Sorry, I’m just so excited!” The Doctor dropped you back down onto the ground and cradled your face in his hands. He was so excited to be able to finally express his feelings for you openly.

“You could just kiss me instead?”

“Oh, well, I don’t want to impose …”

“Just kiss them, you idiot! Don’t make me devise another rom-com-esc scheme just to get you two to finally kiss!” The Master screamed from atop the hill, leaning against an itiia poul klailei tree and whittling from a twig she cut from a nearby branch. The Doctor quickly turned his attention back to you and gently caressed a thumb against your bottom lip.

“Are you okay with me kissing you?”

“Yes, Doctor, please kiss me!” You smiled giddily and bounced on the balls of your feet. The Doctor smiled back at you before leaning forward, close enough to where your noses brushed up against each other. The Doctor wanted to give you one last opportunity for you to turn away. When you didn’t move away and you brushed your nose against The Doctor’s, finally, The Doctor leaned into you and placed a soft, yet longing filled kiss on your lips.

The Master groaned in disgust at the sight and turned to look at the landscape of Lypitta. She was happy for the two of you, but she absolutely did not want to see you and The Doctor romantically entangled in any way. When she thought the two of you were finished publicly displaying your newfound affection, she turned around to talk to the two of you. However, when she did this, The Master saw the two of you still kissing, and it appeared that the kiss was growing more intense and handsy. The Master stalked toward the two of you and shouted to alert the both of you.

“So, do the two of you want to continue snogging in the middle of a field or maybe retreat to a bit of privacy?” You and The Doctor broke apart in shock but consigned to hold onto each other.

“Well, we can still explore Lypitta.” The Doctor stated, more because he wanted to show you this planet, and not out of concern for The Master’s wants.

“Please spare me your honeymoon phase. We can explore this planet at a later date when the two of you aren’t so glued together.” The Master began to walk back toward The Doctor’s TARDIS without waiting for a response.

“I thought you wanted to see us together, Master?” The Doctor snarkily shot back.

“Not like that, you idiot!”

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

I mean, I am completely fine with that.

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

Keep It On

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader keeps getting distracted by The Doctor dressed in her new outfit accessory and needs The Doctor’s attention as soon as they get back to The TARDIS.

Based On This Request - Anonymous said - “Reader Fem is so hot doctor 13 with a suit and waistcoat, that when you are in bed you ask her not to take it off with them. (no need to be smut, if you don’t want to or don’t feel comfortable)

Warnings - making out and foreplay leading to smut but no actual smut, sexual discussions. So Minors DNI!!!

Word Count - 1982

A/n - I was thinking about The Doctor’s waistcoat from “The Haunting of Villa Diodati”, but because that episode is so plot-driven I didn’t want this story to revolve around that episode. So, let’s just imagine that The Doctor wore something like that at a different time. I also think that I made this more of a Gender Neutral Reader rather than a Female Reader, I hope that that’s okay. Established Relationship. The other companions can be whomever you wish them to be. Requested by a lovely anon(thank you for the request)! I don’t know how good this is, but I had a lot of fun writing it even though it took me forever to edit. I hope that you enjoy!

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The Doctor had been distracting you all day and the worst part of it all was the fact that she wasn’t even doing it on purpose. If she had woken up and decided to tease you throughout an adventure, then you would arguably have the right to be frustrated and upset with her. But The Doctor didn’t do that. She just got dressed and went about her day. Yet she didn’t even realise the lascivious effect that she had on you. 

The Doctor chose to spice up her usual outfit with a floral vest today. She did so innocently. Annoyingly innocently. She was taking you and the rest of her companions to a planet that had stricter, more Victorian-like guidelines when it came to fashion. You and your friends were all dressed fancier than your normal attire, but The Doctor, in her floral vest and button-down romantic blouse, continued to catch your eye. If you were being completely honest with yourself, The Doctor always caught your eye, but there was just something about her in that waistcoat that caused your brain to melt.

The time you and your friends had on the planet was incredibly fun. You had gone to a carnival filled with many alien rides, games, and foods, all the while you were longing after The Doctor without her notice. Eventually, though, the day had to end. Before returning to The TARDIS, however, The Doctor joyfully purchased alien ice cream for all of you to try as a small nightcap. Then The Doctor piloted her beloved ship to overlook a beautiful nebula as you and your friends said your goodnights for the evening.

“You should be getting some sleep, too. We all had a long day.” The Doctor said to you as she double-checked the protections she placed on her TARDIS.

“But I want to spend some alone time with you.” You walked up beside the alien and wrapped your arm around her vest-covered waist before leaning your head against her shoulder. The Doctor warmly nuzzled her head against yours before wrapping her own arm around your shoulders.

“Office time, fun time, or bedroom time?” The Doctor questioned, eager for your answer. This was a question asked between the two of you often in order to clarify certain situations rather than assuming what each other wanted. “Office time” referred to anything non-sexual and TARDIS-based: i.e. hanging out with The Doctor while she’s working on her ship, or in her study. “Fun time” stood for anything non-sexual that didn’t inherently involve The TARDIS: like watching movies, going on an extra adventure, or cuddling together. Finally, “Bedroom time” was code for more romantic and sexual activities: formal dates, making out, and obviously anything sexual.

“Bedroom time, if you are okay with that?” You turned your head to look at The Doctor for her answer and immediately you were captured by her star-filled hazel eyes. A wide smile spread across her face when she locked eyes with you.

“Of course I am okay with that, my little star.” The Doctor pecked a kiss on your nose before grabbing your hand and running down the TARDIS hallway toward your bedroom. You erupted into a fit of giggles, trailing after your ecstatic alien, very thankful that The TARDIS walls were soundproof.

Upon reaching your bedroom, The Doctor opened the door to your room with enough energy and excitement to rival that of yours upon first seeing her in her waistcoat earlier. She then flung you through the doorway, causing you to again laugh at The Doctor’s antics. Then she closed the door behind the two of you, smiling like the adorable mad woman with a box that she was. 

You skipped forward until your torso was pressed up against The Doctor’s chest, a mirror of her smile written on your face. Before The Doctor could compliment your loveliness, you fully pressed her against the door of your room and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Immediately, you could feel The Doctor’s sweet smirk against your mouth, telling you that if you hadn’t kissed her she would have done it for you. Her hands ghosted over your body momentarily until she eagerly grasped your waist and pulled you as tightly against her body as she possibly could. 

Unfortunately, you had to break away from the kiss in order to catch your breath, but much to The Doctor’s enjoyment, she didn’t need to stop for breath and could continue to tease you while you recovered. Now The Doctor could kiss and nip and bite at the skin of your throat. You sighed and moaned at the feeling of her perfect lips against your skin and the pressure of her hands roaming over your body. The Doctor was the only thought in your mind..

“You love teasing me, don’t you?” You breathily asked.

“Whatever do you mean?” The Doctor hummed against your skin. You were going to retort back, but as soon as you were about to speak The Doctor bit down on your pulse point.

“Doctor!” I loud, moany version of The Doctor’s name erupted from your mouth as your body curled into The Doctor’s, now desperate for some sort of friction.

“Of course I love teasing you! When I do, you make noises like that.” The Doctor giggled into your neck.

The intoxicating nature of The Doctor was causing your brain to blur, all you could focus on was her and nothing else. Your beloved alien was making you too flustered when you wanted to keep some sort of control. So, you pulled her face back to yours to resume kissing. You pushed The Doctor further against your bedroom door, cradling her beautiful face in your hands. After a moment of welcomed shock, The Doctor moved one of her hands to caress your upper back and with her other hand, she began to grope your ass. Then, before you could do anything to stop her, The Doctor flipped the two of you over so your back was now pressed against the wall. This sudden change took you by surprise, causing you to gasp and allowing The Doctor to slip her tongue into your mouth. 

You moaned into The Doctor’s mouth, which was a sensation that always made her weak. She was practically vibrating from the excitement of kissing you, holding you, and having your body pressed up against hers. In her flustered state, you flipped the two of you again. You tried to remain in control of the situation, to show The Doctor how passionately you cared for her, but you were quickly becoming more and more distracted by your alien lover. The Doctor grabbed you by the hips to ensure that you remained tightly against her body. Then she led you backwards until the back of your legs met the edge of your bed. The Doctor broke apart from the kiss this time. She kissed a path from your lips to your ear.

“Get on the bed.” She whispered passionately before kissing the shell of your ear.

A wide smile spread across your face, which The Doctor instantly mirrored. You then jumped on the bed with eagerness but stayed in the middle because your shoes were still on. The Doctor first kicked off her shoes with an adorable huff. She rarely ever fully untied her shoes at the best of times, but when something as urgent as being with you was occurring she never bothered to even untie her boots. She simply undid the laced bow and then kicked them off frantically. You giggled as you watched her now, but her attention soon fell back on you after her mini battle with her boots.

The Doctor placed her leg up on the bed and then gently grabbed your ankle. She placed your ankle on her knee and massaged the flesh there for a moment. Then she patiently untied your shoe with an almost sacred reverence for your belongings and before removed it softly. The Doctor pressed a delicate kiss to the inner skin of your ankle and then returned your leg to lounge on the softness of the bed. Immediately she showed the same treatment to your other ankle.

With your shoes now off, you scooted up the bed, Finally, The Doctor began to join you on the bed. Finally, you were experiencing what you had imagined since you first saw The Doctor in her waistcoat this morning. Finally, you could relish in having The Doctor’s full attention on you.

Your beloved alien kissed her way up your body, up your thighs, on your hips, all over your stomach and chest and neck. Occasionally, she would make minor detours in order to pay extra special attention to her favourite parts of your body. Eventually, she made her way up your body until she was fully hovering over you. The Doctor smiled at you like you were the most precious being in The Universe and then kissed your forehead with reverence.

“You are so cute.” The Doctor said softly, lovingly.

“And you are so handsome, Doctor.” You bumped your nose against hers.

“Really?”

“Absolutely! Especially in this outfit, Doc.” You caressed your hands up and down her waistcoat-covered sides, while subconsciously caressing her calf with your foot.

“So that’s what’s gotten you all worked up. I’ll need to dress like this more often, then.” The Doctor smirked down at you, her golden hair framing her face like a halo of starlight. She might be an alien, but in your eyes, she was an angel.

“You absolutely must!” You eagerly responded, causing The Doctor to laugh at your enthusiasm. She then moved to hold your face in both of her hands, her body weight fully on top of you, and kissing you passionately.

With yours and The Doctor’s lips finally reconnected, The Doctor moved her leg in between your legs and lightly put pressure on your crouch. Slowling, teasingly, she shifted forward, grinding her leg against your most sensitive region. You moaned into her mouth, grabbing a fistful of the fabric of The Doctor’s vest.

You and The Doctor continued to make out like this, building up the pressure and want between your bodies. Every once in a while, your beloved alien would expertly remove a piece of your clothing with nimble fingers until you were left beneath The Doctor in just your underwear while she remained completely clothed. Now she could touch you, grop you, caress you freely. Just as you wished, Your make out session stopped, however, when The Doctor moved to unbutton her waistcoat. Quickly, you grabbed her hands to stop her from doing so.

“Can you keep it on?” You asked, want heavy and evident in your voice.

“You want me to make you feel good like this?” The Doctor, despite her different anatomy, was breathing heavily from excitement. When she was like this, completely desperate for you, she didn’t need much convincing to try something new. However, she would be lying if she said that she never imagined ravishing your body while she was fully clothed and you were naked. Admittedly though, those imaginings were usually taking place in the console room of The TARDIS, but The Doctor’s excitement over this new opportunity never waned. She was not going to let this opportunity pass her by.

“Yes, please, Doctor.” You begged breathlessly.

“Good.” The Doctor smirked before placing one sweet kiss on your lips. She would have wanted to tease you a bit more if she wasn’t so excited, probably something involving removing her underwear with her teeth. However, The Doctor was too eager to do that right now. She kissed you once more with a fervour while her hands ripped your underwear from your body, leaving you completely bare beneath her. Finally, The Doctor was going to grant your wish and make you feel good in her beautiful waistcoat.

Hi hellooooo can you please do a fuc where the doctor (any nu docs) where reader first enters the Tardis and does the whole "it's bigger on the inside" but then makes a your mom joke, catching the doctor off guard?

Hi, anon. You sent in this request last week.

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Kidnapping Dates

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The reader is The Doctor’s 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. I’m 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, that’s 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 Doctor’s Fam were walking in the middle of the town’s 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 hadn’t seen you properly yet. The Master hadn’t seen you in so long and he just had to see you. 

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 Master’s 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.

“Actually, believe it or not, this is the fifteenth Earth since the original. So, we are actually walking on the New New New -” The Doctor continued to rattle off a string of ‘new’s 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 couldn’t 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 Fam’s 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 Master’s 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 monster’s 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. 

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 Yaz’s and Ryan’s 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. 

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. 

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 didn’t believe that The Doctor would park her anywhere near a dark and dingy ally like this one. 

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 capture’s 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 kidnapper’s 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. 

The Master kept doing this. You’ve asked on many occasions why he felt the need to kidnap you. If he kidnapped you as a part of his latest plan to “destroy The Doctor”, 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 Master’s 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.

“So why are you kidnapping me this time?” Disgruntled and tired from the sedative and the rope that wasn’t too tight around you, but still incredibly uncomfortable. 

“Why else would I kidnap one of The Doctor’s little pets? To torment her senselessly! It’s quite fun!” He leaned forward excitedly, almost bumping your nose with his. The Master always spoke very close to people’s 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.

“I’m not her pet!” 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 Master’s teasing.

“Oh, really now?” 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 Master’s fragile ego.

“Yes.”

“Prove it.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t. You see, I have these ropes restraining my movements, so I won’t be able to punch you in the face. As you know, The Doctor abhors violence. I don’t think that the others would want to disobey her, but I don’t really have that much of a problem with rebelling against The Doctor’s quote-unquote wisdom” The Master burst into a fit of chauvinistic laughter.

“So, you’ll 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.”

“I never said I would kill. I’m not like you, so don’t compare me to you. And I’m not like The Doctor, or The Fam, or any of her other companions either, so don’t compare me to them. I’m me and I just won’t hesitate to protect myself when threatened.” 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 weren’t like him. You weren’t like The Doctor. You weren’t 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 Doctor’s. 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 wasn’t 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 weren’t 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 couldn’t 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 Doctor’s other companions who had to deal with fear and adrenaline and wounds and attacks and loss. You were always safe in The Master’s 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 couldn’t deny the fact that he was hypnotically attractive. If he was villainous, he wasn’t 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 weren’t 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 Master’s grumbles and mumbles about whatever was on his console monitor, you spoke up again.

“Really, what goes on in that dumb head of yours?”

“I am not dumb.” 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.

“Yes, you are!” You spoke in a sing-songy voice, knowing that it would aggravate him even more. It worked, he finally turned back toward you.

“How, pray tell, and I dumb?” 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.

“Because, if you wanted to go out on a date with me, this badly, you could have just asked.” 

The Master’s 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 Master’s 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 wouldn’t 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 Master’s 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.

“I’m growing tired of you. You will find that ridiculous blue box you travel in just around the street corner.” 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. 

“Now run along to The Doctor before I decide to keep you locked in here forever.” You slowly got up and walked to the doors, still stiff from the binding. Before you exited The Master’s ship, you turned to get one last glimpse of the strange Time Lord. 

“You know, if you were to, hypothetically, ask me out on a date… I wouldn’t say no.” You leaned against The TARDIS, and she gave a reassuring hum above you. You weren’t quite sure, though, if it was because of your comment or the sudden physical act.

“Why?” 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.

“I don’t know. You don’t seem as bad as the others say you are. At least, not to me.”

“As you pointed out, I kidnap you constantly.” The Master couldn’t 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.

“Yeah, but it’s 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 it’s right before The Doctor is about to get us into a dangerous situation when I’m 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.” The Master didn’t 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 “Until we meet again, Y/n,” under his breath.   

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 Master’s 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.

“Why do you keep kidnapping Y/n?” The Doctor’s question caused The Master to halt. Even though he wanted to just fly away and leave The Doctor questioning his actions, he couldn’t 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.

“Because seeing the look of fear in your eyes, Doctor brings joy to my very dark life.” The Master turned to leave, again, even more annoyed with The Doctor’s interference.

“Are you sure that it's my pain bringing you joy? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like Y/n is the one sparking joy in your dark life.” 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 didn’t, 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?

“I 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?”

“Oh, just admit it, Master. You like Y/n. I know for a fact that they like you, too.” 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 Master’s 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. 

“Don’t you understand?! Oh! What am I saying?! Of course, you don’t understand!” His rage fully took over him as he turned back to The Doctor.

“Understand what?” The Master just wished his best enemy would drop the subject.

“Y/n can never live with me on my TARDIS, they can never be my companion, and they can never love me! It’s a big enough risk for me to love them! All of the damage I caused, all of the people I’ve 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.” 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 TARDIS’s 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 Doctor’s 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 couldn’t see The Master’s 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. 

“I can’t. I can’t do this to you.” The Master refused to face you, still walking determinedly to his TARDIS.

“I would be allowing you to sign your own death certificate. I can’t 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.” 

You grabbed The Master’s 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 Master’s agitation and uncomfortableness at being so vulnerable.

“I want this. I want you, Master.” He finally looked at you, his eyes big and round and sad, tears were dangerously threatening to spill out and cascade down his face.

“I can’t. I can’t. 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.” 

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. 

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.

“Master, 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.” 

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 didn’t 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. 

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 Master’s 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 couldn’t read his face and grew even more fearful that you would never see him again.

“Please don’t leave me, Master.” 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.

“As long as you don’t leave me, Y/n.” The Master’s 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. 

“I guess it's a good thing I made you pack before this then.” 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. 

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 Master’s 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.