Back In The Old Cemetery
Back In The Old Cemetery
Dhawan!Master x Reader - Previous Gomez!Master x Reader
Summary - On the anniversary of Missy’s death, you go to a nearby cemetery in order to remember and honour Missy in some way. However, you keep running into a random man throughout the day who seems determined to talk to you.
Based On This Request - Anonymous said - “Recently read “Did You Miss Me?” on your old blog, honestly amazing. If you’re open to it, may I request a similar scenario between Dhawan!Master x Reader? Maybe where they reunite for the first time after Missy’s death and admit they both still love each other despite the regeneration?”
Warnings - canon typical violence, references to season 10, descriptions of character death, romantic loss, sadness/depression, let me know if I missed anything and I will add it
Word Count - 4593
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader (but is referenced to own and be comfortable with wearing makeup). Requested by this lovely anon! Use of Y/n. Proofread but not beta read. I hope that you enjoy this! :)
This is loosely inspired by Hunter’s Moon by Ghost, primarily the second verse and just other Ghost songs and their vibe because I am obsessed with them.
Also, I’m sorry that this took so long. I was not having a great past couple of years. But I really appreciate the love for my old series(which I am slowly rewriting) and thank you so much for this request! I really hope that you enjoy this! :)
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You felt like you were being watched. You had been feeling this way for a while now, at least for the past couple of months. You just chalked it up to a bout of heightened anxiety, however, due to the camera-filled and 24/7 news cycle-filled world that you now reluctantly called home. Life was so much simpler on The Master’s TARDIS.
It was ironic that her space was so calming given the nature of The Master and her chaotic lifestyle, but Missy’s ship was. The previous life and relationship you had with her always quelled any latent anxiety you felt about your home planet and people. Your life, alone on Earth, without The Master could never compare to the time you spent with her. Without Missy, you only became more aware of how miserable Earth could be at times. And despite her disdain for the majority of Humanity, you could tolerate your people more effortlessly with Missy’s help than you ever could manage without her presence in your life. She helped you with so much, but now she was gone forever.
You never properly entertained the thought that you were actually being followed, but as Missy had told you often, you were naively unaware of your ability to attract curious eyes. Missy had meant that as a compliment, despite the ominous tone. That is how she became fascinated with you, after all; by observing your quirks and interests from afar until she finally made herself known to you. You were simply just anxious without Missy. Simply anxious about being in a messy world without your person to help you sort out the mess. You weren’t actually being followed, right? The Doctor, even though you weren’t close, would step in, wouldn’t she? Especially after what happened to The Master and how the news affected you, right? You were just anxious, is all.
But if you were being followed, it wouldn’t be Missy playing a little trick on you. It couldn’t be her. She’s gone and she would never be coming back for you. The likelihood is that either your imagination was getting to you, or an enemy of either The Doctor or The Master was out to get you. Or it was just some random human being a creep. But it definitely wasn’t Missy. She died: that’s what The Doctor told you. Missy died alone and without you there to save or comfort her. And you knew The Doctor wasn’t lying about the fact that Missy was gone forever because she would have come to reunite herself with you if she was alive. But again, Missy died. You had to keep reminding yourself of that fact: Missy is dead. She’s gone. She’s never coming to save you. Ever again.
Today was the anniversary of when the newly regenerated Doctor informed you of the tragic news that Missy had died. The sentimentalist in you needed to mourn today, however, your plans to celebrate Missy’s memory added to your anxiety. You needed to honour Missy for yourself, but what if there was someone out there in your town, or the world, or the universe trying to get you? Today would be the perfect opportunity for an enemy to hurt you when you were already emotional and susceptible.
Eventually, though, you did convince yourself to leave your apartment. Today was for Missy, after all, not you. When the date caught your attention a couple of weeks ago, the first step of your plan was to go to Missy’s old Human job from when you first met. You would be torturing yourself by doing this, but you needed to purchase two bouquets of flowers. After purchasing your mournful bounty, you would walk to the nearest cemetery. Then, at the cemetery, you would leave one bouquet in remembrance of your beloved Master while taking the other bouquet home with you to memorialise Missy there as well. You even considered preserving it so you could have an idol of memories for longer.
Looking back on your history with The Master, it was probably an incredibly bleak omen for your relationship with her, but during Missy’s lunch breaks and on your travels home from work, the two of you would stride through the little parklike cemetery just around the corner from the shopping centre. Both of you would always be incredibly surprised by how beautiful the cemetery was; there was an assortment of trees that would offer ample shade to the gravestones and there was a winding cobblestone path fenced by flowers throughout. There was also a tall, cleanly cut hedge that bordered the whole property, alongside the iron gates delicately surrounding the cemetery.
Missy genuinely loved that little cemetery. Before you knew that she was an alien, she would often say that this cemetery was the most beautiful thing on Earth, other than you. You always asked her how she could possibly know every place on the planet, to which she would only wink at you teasingly. After discovering her true nature, her statement made more sense but you still wondered why this cemetery was so special to Missy. She could travel anywhere she wished, in all time and space. It never failed to shock you that The Master, the infamous rogue Gallifreyian, would treasure such a simple place. So where else you would go to mournfully celebrate her beautifully chaotic life? In your mind, there was no other option.
When you walked toward the small town shopping centre where Missy cemented her Human facade, you wrapped your coat tighter around your torso. You were cold, yes, but you needed something to hold onto to brave all of the resurfacing memories. You sighed deeply when you entered the shop and then briskly moved to the shop's mediocre selection of flowers without looking up from your feet.
The flower options and pre-arranged bouquets always looked more expensive and put together, even well into the winter, when Missy was working here. All of the bouquets she gave you were of the best quality.
“Never less than the best for you, my love,” Missy would always respond with this line when you complained that you didn’t need anything fancy.
Missy might have lied about buying flowers from this little shop, now that you thought about it. But you would rather choose to believe that Missy manipulated her “superiors” into buying and displaying more expensive bouquets and flowers to enhance the reputation of the place rather than her lying to you.
“Excuse me?” A voice sounded to your side, tearing you away from your thoughts of Missy. You turned sharply to the person trying to get your attention. He was a man a couple of inches taller than Missy with mesmerising dark amber, mixed with coffee and chocolate, eyes that were filled with care. He was wearing a button-down, slacks, and a heavy-looking deep purple coat, which seemed a bit out of place given the weather hadn’t turned properly cold yet. Maybe the man just ran cold?
“I think you dropped this.” The man held out a case of lipstick, intending to return it to you. You were shocked, still disoriented from being ripped out of your thoughts. You accepted the lipstick with a curt ‘thank you’, ignoring the jolt of electricity that passed through you when your hand accidentally brushed against the stranger’s fingers.
You immediately turned back to the display of bouquets before you, gripping the case of lipstick tightly in your hand. You had assumed that the man had left to either look around the shop or to leave, but to your horror, he continued to stand beside you. He returned your item. So, why hadn't he left yet? You just wanted him to leave your side. You didn’t want to interact with anyone more than you had to today. Today was too horrible for you to pretend to be friendly with strangers.
“Looking for anything specific?” The man asked after an agonising silence from the two of you just standing side by side in front of the flower display. He didn’t sound creepy like many people, usually men, sounded in situations like this, making you believe that he was actually curious. Even if he had good intentions, that didn’t dissolve your desire to be left alone, but you tried to be as nice as you could today.
“Something respectful. Not gaudy or obnoxiously and obviously meant to be gifted as an attempt to woo a Tinder match on a first date.”
“So like, cemetery flowers?” You whipped your head back to look at the stranger because of that question. Could he see your plan on your face or in your posture? How could he tell what your intentions were? The stranger shrugged his shoulders, almost as if he heard your thoughts.
“Yes, cemetery flowers.”
“These are quite smart. Whoever you are planning on visiting would love to have these on their grave.” The man plucked a bouquet wrapped in dark red wrapping from the shelf. The bouquet consisted primarily of fresh crimson roses and red salvia, with sprigs of baby’s breath and forget-me-nots to round out the assortment. When they were in shadow, the roses practically looked like dried blood, which thanks to Missy you knew what that looked like a bit too well.
You paused, sucked in a breath, shocked by the man’s forward nature. Then you quickly grabbed the flowers, shoved the lipstick into your coat pocket and moved to purchase the bouquet without another word being given to the stranger. You hoped that the man would have left the store by the time you had finished purchasing the flowers, however, he stopped you once again by the exit of the shop.
“I hope you have a good time at the cemetery.” He said, smiling, as if this was an everyday occurrence, but, like before, you didn’t respond. You rushed out of the shop so overcome with a torrent of emotions. You just needed to get out of there. You didn’t even realise until you were far away from the shops and the stranger that you failed to choose a second bouquet for yourself. You hoped that the second bouquet would be one similar to the ones Missy would gift to you, but because of that strange man part of your plan for the day was ruined. You would have to go back to the shops tomorrow.
Eventually, you slowed to a meditative walking pace on your way to the cemetery. After many deep breaths, you managed to decrease and steady your erratic breath and rapid heart rate. You tried to forget your interaction with the stranger and just refocus your mind on Missy: the good, the bad, the happy and the sad, all of your time with her. You just wanted to be surrounded by the memory of your lover, in general, but also to remember her existence in the most reverent way possible. Even though the weight of her memory was a heavy burden to carry, you had to do this for her.
Halfway to the cemetery, the moon emerged from its hiding spot behind a cloud. It was still light out, but the full specialness of the day became apparent to you. The orangy-red hue of the night’s Hunter’s Moon was soft but you imagined that it would darken and grow deeper in tone the longer it hung in the evening air into the night. Apparently, even your solar system wanted to help you mourn the loss of Missy.
Along with cemeteries, Missy loved abnormal moons. She would always drag you out of your apartment or plead with you to retrieve her from The Vault in a basement at St. Luke’s University so the two of you could go stargazing, or moongazing as it were. She loved Hunter’s Moons in particular, both because of the season they appeared in, but also because of the eerie atmosphere.
You finally entered the cemetery through the tall and squeaky black gates that enclosed the cemetery just as it was beginning to grow dark outside. After walking along the pathway for a few minutes, you saw the familiar bench where you and Missy would always sit.
Once you took a seat on the bench, you looked around the large, enclosed, cemetery. It had been a little over a year since you had been here last and you realised how much you missed this place. It truly was beautiful, in the gloomy and bittersweet way that many cemeteries were, but beautiful nonetheless.
You wished that you could have something tangible to remember Missy’s death and life. A trinket or object of Missy’s that would now be yours. Like all of the families that had loved ones buried in this place, they had something more tangible than you did. You wanted what they had. Even though death is never easy, their situations were easier to comprehend than yours. Missy died on a spaceship in the future galaxies away from Earth. You had nothing left of her and it felt as if nothing ever happened because of it.
Suddenly, you remembered the lipstick that the stranger had returned to you. You removed it from the pocket you had hidden it in in the rush of everything. You stared at the lipstick, curiously. The item definitely wasn’t yours. It looked like the one Missy would always use. But how could the stranger have this? Was Missy’s lipstick in your coat pocket this entire time? That didn’t make sense. You had worn this coat before and the lipstick wasn’t in any of the pockets. Not to mention the fact that Missy never went anywhere without her lipstick. It was unlikely that she would ever ask you to carry it for her.
You stared at the lipstick in your palm and reminisced about a random night when Missy was trapped on Earth. It was the night of a Hunter’s Moon, just like the one you sat under tonight. The Doctor graciously allowed Missy to leave The Vault for a night so the two of you could celebrate your anniversary.
The two of you went to a fancy restaurant that was far too expensive for you, but Missy took care of the bill as it was meaningless. Given her motto, any expense might have been excusable to The Master if you were the one asking for or needing something. After your meal, you somehow convinced Missy to go to a club. You bribed her by stating that she had never been to a Human club before. So why not go to one with you? Finally, the two of you drunkenly stumbled through your favourite cemetery under the light of the blood-orange moon while sharing a bottle of Asgardian mead that Missy had apparently stolen from the halls of Valhalla. At the time, you didn’t know whether or not to believe her because of how drunk she was, she easily could have been exaggerating. You later asked The Doctor about her story and to your delight, and The Doctor’s embarrassment, the story was real and unembellished.
You and Missy had briefly stopped at the bench you were now sitting on. You probably wouldn’t have recognised the bench after your drunken night out except for the fact that Missy carved your and her names onto the arm of the bench. Your names were intertwined in typical Gallifreyian marriage writing, where the names are entwined together to signify the bond between those in the relationship.
Despite the momentary rest, you had to beg Missy to return to The Vault that day because you were cold and your feet hurt. Missy never wanted that night to end but you promised to cuddle her for at least two hours before leaving for your apartment. You wished that you could stay, but The Doctor hadn’t allowed you to stay the night in The Vault.
After much convincing, your stubborn alien lover eventually agreed to your deal. Before leaving the cemetery though, Missy reapplied her lipstick and then kissed you all over your face and neck. You had to return Missy to The Vault in that state, much to The Doctor’s disgust. It was a great memory and a great day that you wished you could replicate with Missy. It saddened you to no end that you would never be able to do that, though. The Master was dead.
“May I sit here?” The voice of a man broke you out of your haze. No, not any man, the man. The stranger from the little shop that Missy used to work at was standing beside the empty seat on the bench.
“Did you follow me?” You shot back, angrier than you intended because he tore you away from Missy again. But this was all just too strange to not be angry about.
“Would a normal person follow a stranger into a cemetery?”
“No, but whoever said that you were a normal person?”
“What’s the fun in being normal?” The man crossed his arms with a smirk. You turned away in order to hide your slight smile. He was fun, you had to give him that, even though it upset you to admit this.
“People might trust you more.” You said after you regained your composure.
“The only person I want to trust me is you.” Again, you were shocked by the man and his forwardness, which appeared to be becoming a regular occurrence.
“Are you chatting me up in a cemetery?”
“Is it working?” The man’s smirk grew confidently and part of you just couldn’t resist his smile. You sighed defeatedly. You scooted over a bit on the bench to be closer to the carved arm and to allow enough space for the stranger to sit comfortably. You looked up to the moon as the man sat down. The Hunter’s Moon was now a deep orange with tones of red around the edges. There was another strange silence haunting the air between the two of you, until the man ruined it. You were starting to become used to this stranger’s habit of randomly breaking silences.
“Are you here for someone?” He sounded kinder, softer, than he did what asking you questions at the shop.
“You ask a lot of questions.”
“That’s because you’re interesting.” The man bumped your shoulder with his. You hummed sceptically. This man, though intriguing, was like no person you ever met. He didn’t seem to care about social norms or what society deemed to be acceptable. Who else would flirt in a cemetery? Well, Missy would, but she was an alien.
“I’m kind of here for someone, yes. Their body isn’t here, but I like coming here, or any other cemetery really, to remember my person. I haven’t been to this cemetery in a while though, memories and all that, but I knew that I needed to be here tonight. What about you?”
“Yes, I’m here for someone, too.”
“I’m sorry.” You meant this genuinely. You didn’t know the man beside you and he had a propensity for behaving in an unorthodox manner, but he was still a person. You knew how hard it was to lose someone and you would never want to belittle someone’s grief. You locked eyes with this stranger for the first time since the moment in the little shop and held his gaze. You found it to be bizarre to feel so connected to a stranger but here you were talking to this man about Missy. You barely even talked about her to your best friends.
“There is no need for you to apologise, love. You weren’t the one to rip me away from the person I care about the most.” He bumped your shoulder again. Given the fact that you were facing each other now, you couldn’t take the intensity of being so close to the man. So, you looked away, flustered.
“Wow, I never thought I would have so much in common with a stranger in a cemetery.” You joked. You leaned over the arm of the bench slightly to move away from the man. You didn’t want to disgrace The Master’s memory in any way; it would be best to keep this stranger at a distance. To comfort yourself, you ran your hand over the carving Missy made, trying to commit the pattern to your mind to the best of your ability.
“You never know, you could meet the love of your life anywhere. A little shop, for instance.” The man still sounded positive despite your slightly uncomfortable demeanour. You liked this man, but you were worried that you were disrespecting Missy by even entertaining the idea of seeing someone else. How could you even be with someone else after The Master?
“Yeah, a little shop meet cute …” You traced the carving again absentmindedly while staring at the moon and the clouds passing over it. But the man once again distracted you from your sadness, though it wasn’t because of something he said like the many, many times before. Instead, the stranger pulled out a pocket watch that looked suspiciously too familiar.
“Where did you get that?” You grabbed the man’s wrist and pulled his hand, and inadvertently him, closer to you in order to inspect the watch. It was old, properly old, not just decorated to look like an antique. It looked identical to The Master’s watch.
“Oh this, I’ve always had it. Since I was a child, an orphan, abandoned, found in the storm.” Missy had told you stories about her past, one of which was when she, he then, had been hiding in a Human form at the end of the Universe. You turned the watch over in the man’s hand and saw the circular Gallifreyian carved into the back of the object. You tentatively ran your finger over the writing, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
“This is not possible.” You croaked, still looking at the watch in the man’s steady hand. How could the man beside you have Missy’s watch? Unless they survived. Unless she regenerated. But The Doctor said they died. She was certain that they died and would not be returning. Could The Master really be alive?
“Y/n, love, anything is possible.” The man whispered in your ear as you felt him move and place his arm around your back. He softly rubbed circles on your back but you didn’t feel it. You felt like your world was spinning and nothing was certain any more.
“It’s not you. It can’t be.” You shook your head. This couldn’t be possible. Your grip on the man’s watch and hand tightened when you finally looked up at him, scared. When you looked into his eyes, that’s when you began crying. He looked so worried for you, but there was hope and love laced into the look he gave you. You shook your head, still not convinced that The Master was really stilling beside you, holding you. But The Master nodded and smiled.
“It’s really me, darling. I swear on lipstick and Asgardian mead. Nothing in this Universe, any Universe, could ever keep me away from you.” The Master wanted to wipe your tears from your face, but before he could you jumped into The Master’s arms and practically knocked him over into the other arm of the bench due to the force of your hug.
“Master, is it really you?” You asked into his shoulder, not able to control the crazy mix of joy and sadness you felt.
“Of course it’s me, darling. You didn’t really think that I would just leave you on this miserable planet alone, did you?” The Master caressed the back of your head and every so often placed a kiss on the side of your face.
“But how? The Doctor said -” You shoved yourself away from The Master wanting a clear answer, but he cut off your excited questioning.
“The Doctor is often wrong, especially about me.” The Master smiled and winked at you triumphantly. You let out an ecstatic noise that you had never made before in your life and hurled yourself into The Master for another bruising hug.
“Can we go home now?” You mumbled into The Master’s purple coat.
“We?” The Master asked hesitantly.
“Yes, why not we?” You pulled back from The Master again with a worried look written on your face. You couldn’t help but be a bit worried after everything. The Master had just returned to you, you didn’t want to lose him again so soon.
“You aren’t bothered by my new form?” The Master questioned while gesturing to himself.
“No, you’re still The Master. You’re still my Master.” The Master smirked before leaning close to you. He cupped your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“I knew that I loved you for a reason.”
“I love you so much. And I’ve missed you so much, Master.”
“Well, no more missing me. We are together now and nothing is going to rip me away from you ever again, and you are right, we should go home. It has been far, far, too long.” The Master removed himself from your arms and stood from the bench. He held his hand out for you, wiggling his fingers enthusiastically. You gladly accepted his offer and then proceeded to interlock your fingers.
“Before we get to my TARDIS, I should warn you that the ship looks quite different to how you will remember it.” The Master informed you as the two of you walked down the cobblestone path toward the gates of the cemetery.
“That’s okay.” You said into The Master’s shoulder as you braced your body against his to withstand the massive gust of wind that blew through the gates of the cemetery. The rest of autumn appeared like it was going to be a cold one.
“Really? You’re comfortable with everything being so different. I thought that you would be having a more difficult time with this.” The Master shed his coat and placed it around your shoulders.
“Change is easier with you, Master. And I would rather have you in my life in a different form than not in my life at all.” You cuddled into the rouge alien’s coat. He, like his previous regeneration, smelled of smoke and whiskey. Missy also smelled like cranberries, whereas this new regeneration of The Master slightly smelled like cinnamon in combination with the whiskey and smoke.
“My previous regeneration would have made fun of your sentimentality, but this regeneration loves the attention.”
“Good! There is a year’s worth of affection that you missed out on.”
When the two of you reached the door of The TARDIS, which now appeared as a large home rather than Missy’s preferred look of a wardrobe, The Master stopped you and caressed a hand down your face. His eyes, though very different than Missy’s, displayed the same devotion and love for you. Things change, but at the same time, everything stays. The Master was still your Master, just in a different package. And you still loved them, no matter what they looked like.
The Master finally leant forward and captured your lips in a passionate kiss filled with all the love and longing he held for you, as the night’s Hunter’s Moon cast a warm glow upon the two of you. There will be so much adjustment ahead of you both, but you know that you will be able to succeed and overcome the difficulties to come as long as you and The Master are together.
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Favourite time of the year: Late autumn to the beginning of winter. It depends on the year, but I love seeing the trees turn orange and the feeling the air get colder. But I also really love snow and being all bundled up in sweaters. So, the transitional period between autumn and winter.
Comfort food: Oven-baked mac & cheese, cheddar and sour cream Ruffles, and Ben and Jerry's Phish Food ice cream. Also, so many depression meals that I won't name for your benefit.
Do you collect something: I collect a lot of things. I collect bottle caps, wine corks, aluminum can tags. Alcohol bottles, but that's because I want to break the glass and use it for art projects. I also collect those paper mug sleeves from Starbucks and other cafes and I will write the date I got my drink somewhere on in. Oh! And books! I have so many books. I want to eventually collect records, but I haven't started doing that yet.
Favourite drink: I drink a lot of black tea, but I do love a good chai latte. I will never pass up a raspberry lemonade or a Shirley Temple, though. My go-to alcoholic drink, though, is either a whiskey and coke or a blueberry Moscato.
Favourite song: Oh, so many! But here are a few: Heroes, by David Bowie, As The World Falls Down by David Bowie, Starcrossed Losers by The Fratellis, Told You So by The Fratellis, Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles, Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) by Kate Bush, Mayor of Simpleton by XTC, Enjoy The Silence by Depeche Mode, Origin of Love by Mika, The Origin or Love from Hedwig and The Angry Inch. Again, I have a lot more, but I will stop there.
Current favourite song: Miles From Nowhere by Cat Stevens, The Chain by Fleetwood Mac, Vienna by Billy Joel, King by Florence and The Machine, Master of Puppets by Metallica, Mary On A Cross by Ghost, a lot of Metallica and Ghost songs, No One Lives Forever by Oingo Boingo, also, a lot of The Cramps and Iron Maiden songs. Again, there are probably more, but I'll spare you me recounting my hours-long playlists.
Favourite fic: That definitely depends on the fandom. And I went off the songs, but I have a lot of fic recs! I could go into it more if anyone wants it. But I absolutely love the Knowledge trilogy by @13atoms! I highly recommend it if you love Dhawan!Doctor, like me.
Tagging: I don’t know who to tag because I’ve been gone for so long, and I feel rude tagging people out of the blue after being radio silent for so long. But anyone who wants to join in, please do! I would love to get to know you! :D
My requests are officially closed.
Thank you to everyone who requested fics from me! I really appreciate it.
I’m going to go a bit out of order when it comes to finishing them, but only for the Valentine’s Day fics. Which I will work to finish in time for the holiday. Then I will get back to finishing everything else in order.
I still have some stuff going on in my personal life and also school. So, I will try to get everything out in a professional amount of time, but some grace would be nice.
Thank you, again!
-Ghost
Quiet Morning After A Disturbed Date
Dhawan!Master x Reader
Summary - Just sharing a moment in the morning with The Master.
Warnings - fluff, but mentions of canon typical violence
Word Count - 484
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I hope that you enjoy!
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Yesterday was stressful. It was supposed to be relaxing, but like many outings with The Master, it turned chaotic incredibly quickly. An old enemy of The Master, who he actually assumed to be dead, saw you and The Master walking around an alien market that the two of you had gone to for a date. The old enemy immediately called for backup and began firing and trying to kill the two of you. Thankfully, you and The Master were quite close to his TARDIS and The Master quickly piloted his ship far away from the disturbance.
The Master instantly tried to calm you down. The outing was supposed to do that, but The Master would make do with his labyrinthine ship. The two of you ended up making and eating a lovely meal together and watched a couple of movies, the two of you even played hide and seek before relaxing in a massive bubble bath at the end of the day.
You woke up the next morning calm and relaxed and completely in love, and so did The Master. Neither of you had any worries about your ruined date the day before. You curled into The Master’s chest and uttered a good morning, which the Time Lord eagerly replied to in his deeper sleepy morning voice that you adored. The two of you talked for a bit about your dreams, the previous day, and how well you slept before falling into a comfortable silence.
You softly brought your pointer finger down the curve of The Master’s nose. He closed his eyes at the gentle feeling. Through that small gesture, he could feel all of your love for him pouring out of you and into him. It was almost funny how absurd this situation was to him. He never could imagine someone would end up loving him this much. If he discovered that a person felt this much love for him, he would have laughed and used their passion to his advantage. But you were different. So special. So divine in the eyes of that old alien.
You booped The Master’s nose, causing him to escape the grasp his thoughts had on him a moment ago. The Master gently took and held your hand. Then he brought your index finger to his lips.
“I love you, Y/n.”
“I love you more, Master.” The Master tried to disagree with you, but you leap up and covered The Master’s face in kisses upon kisses until he jokingly relented. But he had to make you know how adoringly he felt about you.
“I love you so much, my little Human.”
“I love you mo-” The Master cut you off with a kiss.
“Just take the compliment, love. Let me express my love for you.” You fell into The Master's arms, slightly defeated, but in love, and spent the rest of the morning wrapped in his embrace.
Runaway Makeout
Whittaker!Doctor x Reader
Summary - After running away from a threat, The Doctor and you impulsively reveal your crushes on the other.
Based On This Request -
Prompts Used - #2. A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.
Warnings - Canon typical violence, making out. 13 might be a bit ooc in this, but I don’t know. I just thought that this was cute
Word Count - 540
A/n - I think I made this more of a gender neutral reader because it’s more of a blurb than a full long fic. This was requested by a lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. I hope that you enjoy it!
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You and The Doctor ran down the hall of the Sontaran ship, hand in hand. The Sontaran soldiers were running not too far behind the two of you and firing their weapons in your general direction. Thankfully, The TARDIS was just around the corner and the two of you quickly entered the ship before the Sontarans could reach you. The Doctor then piloted you away to safety.
“Are you okay?” You walked up to The Doctor and inspected her now burnt and ripped-up coat. While you were examining the Sontaran ship, a lone soldier snuck up on you and almost killed you. Then The Doctor showed up from wherever she was searching and saved you, but she almost got shot in the process.
“Okay?! Of course, I’m okay, I’m the king of okay! … Queen … Queen of okay… Doesn’t matter! Royalty of okay. I’m the royalty of okay!” The Doctor smiled at you warmly. You frowned back at the Gallifreyan, though. You hated when she would throw herself into dangerous situations for you.
“Don’t do that!”
“What? I have to make sure that you’re safe. I don’t know what I would do without you.” The Doctor held the side of your face in her palm and brushed a bit of soot away from your cheek. You didn’t know what to do when The Doctor grew affectionate like this. It was a recent development, and it always made you flustered.
“Well, I’m happy that you didn’t get hurt in the process. But your coat? It’s destroyed!”
“Don’t worry about that. I have another. Now, we have to find out who the Sontarans are working with and what they are up to.” You ignored the first question that popped into your mind. Which was about how many coats did The Doctor have that were identical to each other, but you chose to ignore it and focus on the situation that you were in. You thought about everything that you went through today and all the information you gathered and witnessed, so you suggested a plan in the hopes that The Doctor would approve.
“Y/n! You are an absolutely brilliant genius!” The Doctor grabbed your face again and kissed you quickly on the lips then turned around to The TARDIS console in order to enact the plan you devised. However, you wanted to kiss The Doctor more. You spun The Doctor back around and kissed her again, but this time it was more passionate. You held onto the back of The Doctor’s neck and The Doctor held your hips tightly, pulling you closer toward her until your body was pressed firmly up against hers. Suddenly, The Doctor pushed you away from her; your lips disconnected with a pop.
“Even though I love this, we really need to deal with those Sontarans.”
“Right … Sorry.” You were worried that you got the wrong impression of your relationship with The Doctor.
“Don’t apologise.” The Doctor softly kissed your lips again in order to reassure you of her intentions toward you.
“I absolutely intend to kiss you more after we deal with all this mess.” The Doctor then smiled widely, and excitedly, before piloting the two of you off to stop those pesky Sontarans.
Books Read In August 2024
Ghost Wall by Sarah Moss
Hamnet by Maggie O'Farrell (Began in July, Finished in August)
A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book Seven - The Vile Village by Lemony Snicket
Chouette by Claire Oshetsky
Animal Farm by George Orwell
All's Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
1984 by George Orwell
A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book Eight - The Hostile Hospital by Lemony Snicket
If it Bleeds by Stephen King (Began but Not Finished)
Just a reminder, I will be closing my requests in a couple of days. So, if you have any requests that you would like me to write (or headcanons that you would like to share, etc) send them my way!
"but steven moffat does misogyny!!" yeah absolutely. no arguments from me! but are you also mad about how rtd wrote Black people in deeply racist ways, joked about sexual harassment for years, got Christopher eccleston blacklisted, wrote the Doctor as being in love with a teenager, and also can't do a finale that isn't fucking tin cans or the Doctor's ex-boyfriend?? are you also mad that rtd is showrunning Doctor Who's first season with a Black Doctor and hasn't hired a single Black writer? Or are you someone who thinks the queerness in his work fucking cancels out that shit? Are you just someone who only cares about Doctor Who being problematic when it's a writer you already hate?
Ghost's Autumnal Bash 2024
General Autumnal Bash Info
This bash will take place from October to November.
I will be posting fics every Monday and Friday, along with some Holidays and planned special days(like the 17th of October due to the Hunter’s Moon appearing that night).
If I miss a posting day I will either post on Saturday or the next closest posting day.
And sleepover questions will be posted on Saturdays.
Frightful Fic Info
When requesting you can either be specific or vague. Just please remember to state what prompt you are requesting.
I gave brief descriptions of the prompt, but this Autumnal Bash is meant to be chill and fun.
So if you have any ideas relating to the prompt that I haven’t listed, I will happily accept that.
For example, the prompt Skull involves candy. I didn’t list trick or treating in the brief description so as to not make it confusing with the Trick or Treat prompt. But if you want to specify a trick or treating fic under the Skull prompt, that counts :)
If a prompt doesn’t match the description, I’ll try to reach out to you, if possible, and get something worked out with your fic(s) so you get something that you will enjoy reading.
But you can also be vague: just requesting a prompt and allowing me to choose a character and a setting that I think connects is fully acceptable.
If there are multiple requests of the same prompt(and the same character requested), I might combine them depending on the requests.
But if there are multiple, seperate fics then I will most likely post those requests on the same day to keep the theme of the day consistent.
Again, I just want this to be a fun little thing for me and my community during this time of year to bring something exciting to the table while I’m in school.
Accepting Requests Dates -
October Requests - now until the 20th of October
November Requests - now until the 10th of November
Characters Available For This Bash
All Doctor Who(NuWho) Characters - including AU versions
Spooky Sleepover Saturdays Info
Questions can be asked at any time or as many times as you want.
I will be posting my responses to everything on Saturdays, though.
Again, as I said above, please remember to mention the prompt in your question.
Also, we don’t have to do sleepovers, I just thought that this would be fun :)
Ghost’s Frightful Fic Prompts
Trick or Treat - A fic involving your choice of Halloween themed angst or fluff
Skull - A fic involving candy or sweets
Black Cat - A fic involving or inspired by a superstition
Spider - A fic involving an unwanted guest
Bat - A fic involving a spooky furry friend, animal, or stuffed animal
Ghoul - A fic involving decorating for Halloween or Halloween decorations
Vampire - A fic involving a Halloween themed drink(s)
Zombie - A fic involving a Halloween themed food(s)
Witch - A fic involving dressing up for Halloween, costume shopping, or anything involving a Halloween costume
Devil - A fic involving a character being betrayed
Skeleton - A fic involving a Halloween party
Pumpkin Patch - A fic involving pumpkins, a pumpkin patch, pumpkin carving or Jack ‘o’ Lanterns
Leaves - A fic involving playing in a pile of leaves, admiring the autumn leaf colours or that fallen leaf crunch
Apple Bobbing - A fic involving going to an Orchard, going apple bobbing, drinking apple cider, or getting a caramel apple
Corn Maze - A fic involving going to a corn maze, getting lost in a corn maze, getting lost in general, or even going on a hay bale ride
Bonfire - A fic involving a campfire, Bonfire night, roasting marshmallows, huddling in front of a fireplace for warmth, or candles
Pie - A fic involving baking: baking together, giving someone freshly baked dessert, or ordering dessert at a restaurant
Butternut Squash - A fic involving a savoury meal: soup, butternut squash pasta, or a Thanksgiving meal
Sweater - A fic involving borrowing another person’s sweater/jacket/scarf, the first day getting to wear a sweater, or a shopping day for new autumn clothing
Flannel - A fic involving blankets, pillows, or a sleepover
Thunderstorm - A fic involving a rainy day inside, getting caught in a downpour or anything with rain
Hot Chocolate - A fic involving a hot beverage
Frost - A fic involving the first cold day in Autumn, the first frost or first snow, or even a foggy afternoon (because I wanted to add fog as a separate thing, but ended up not doing that)
Extra Possible Prompts To Choose From -
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice - Pick a character, line, or scene from either Beetlejuice movie to inspire a fic
A Night Of Fright Is No Delight - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Scooby Doo episode or any other Scooby Doo, Where Are You? episode to inspire a fic
It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Charlie Brown special to inspire a fic
The One With The Football - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Friends episode to inspire a fic
Doctor Who Day (23 November) - Pick a Doctor Who episode title or quote to inspire a fic
Hozier Song - Pick a Hozier song or song lyric to inspire a fic
Ghost Song - Pick a Ghost song or song lyric to inspire a fic
Dead Man’s Party - Pick a song or song lyric from this Oingo Boingo album to inspire a fic
Horror Movie - Pick a horror movie to inspire a fic (caveat being that I had to have seen it, and I will quickly respond if I have not seen the movie)
Spooky Movie - Pick a spooky movie (a Halloween movie that isn’t a Horror movie) to inspire a fic (caveat being that I had to have seen it, and I will quickly respond if I have not seen the movie)
Ghost’s Spooky Sleepover Saturdays
I Was A Teenage Werewolf - Recommend a Halloween tradition or what is your favourite Halloween tradition?
Goo Goo Muck - Recommend a song you associate with Halloween or what is your favourite Halloween song?
Weird Science - Recommend a movie or tv show that you associate with Halloween or what is your favourite Halloween to show or movie?
Monster Mash - What is your favourite band/artist, album or your favourite song?
Graveyard Smash - What song are you listening to or obsessed with right now?
Handbook For The Recently Deceased - What is your favourite book?
All Work And No Play - What book do you want to read or are excited for?
The Rocky Horror Picture Show - What is your favourite movie or tv show?
Poltergeist - What movie or tv show do you want to watch or are excited for?
Corpse Bride - Kiss Marry Kill
Scream - Fuck Marry Kill
Twitches - Would you rather?
Casper - Favourite Character in a Fandom
Get Out - Least Favourite Character in a Fandom
The Lighthouse - What is your favourite ship?
Talk To Me - Tell me something about you
Hocus Pocus - Any other question you would like to ask me? (please keep it fun for the sleepover, message me if you have a serious question)
Planned Posting Schedule -
Friday, 4 October 2024 - First Fic Posting Day
Saturday, 5 October 2024 - First Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 7 October 2024
Friday, 11 October 2024
Saturday, 12 October - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 14 October 2024
Thursday, 17 October 2024
Friday, 18 October 2024
Saturday, 19 October 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 21 October 2024
Friday, 25 October 2024
Saturday, 26 October 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 28 October 2024
Thursday, 31 October 2024
Friday, 1 November 2024
Saturday, 2 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 4 November 2024
Tuesday, 5 November 2024
Friday, 8 November 2024
Saturday, 9 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 11 November 2024
Friday 15 November 2024
Saturday, 16 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 18 November 2024
Friday, 22 November 2024
Saturday, 23 November 2024 - Fic Posting Day and Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 25 November 2024
Thursday, 28 November 2024
Friday, 29 November 2024 - Final Fic Posting Day
Saturday, 30 November 2024 - Final Spooky Sleepover Saturday
* I will link everything, once it is posted, in a separate masterlist
** On said masterlist, that is where I will title the dates with their corresponding prompt.
*** If no one wants to do this, it’s totally fine. I just thought that it would be a cool thing to do.
I’m Not Him
Ganger!Doctor x Reader
Summary - You liked The Doctor, but he didn’t feel the same way about you. What will happen when you meet his Ganger again?
Based On This Request -
Warnings - references to character death, sadness
Word Count - 1772
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. I posted this request over on my old Tumblr account and I just wanted to repost it on here.
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You walked, curiously and trepidatiously, around the halls and corners of The TARDIS. For the past couple of days, you heard The Doctor rummaging around the ship, and you finally decided to investigate. He would do stuff like this often, rummaging and making tons of noise, but not for this long of a time. He was definitely up to something.
The Doctor had avoided everyone since the events of Demon’s Run and it was beginning to scare you, more than the fact that he was secretly planning something behind your back. You had heard stories from Madame Vastra and River that The Doctor had a history of shutting down after extremely eye-opening or sorrowful events, but you had never seen him act like this yourself. You didn’t know how to react to him acting like this.
You had been left behind at Demon’s Run along with Amy, Rory, and River, and River eventually took all of you home with her vortex manipulator. Soon after you were getting used to being at home, though, The Doctor showed up at your doorstep. He said that it had been a while since he had seen you and he was excited for you to see what he had planned. You were excited, too, at the moment, but now you were just scared.
The Doctor Had not picked up Amy and Rory yet, but River invited herself into the TARDIS constantly. She added to The Doctor’s rummaging and whispering around the ship. You wondered what they were doing, but then you figured that you might not want to know.
However, one thought continued to plague your mind, and that was why The Doctor brought you back onto The TARDIS in the first place, especially without Amy and Rory. You had joined the couple after The Doctor ran into you on one of his private adventures that he would go on when he couldn’t sleep and stayed ever since. Your life on The TARDIS was much more exciting than your life on Earth and you didn’t want to stay on that planet any longer. But everything that led up to today was making you worried that your time exploring the Universe was ending.
The Doctor randomly jumped out from a corridor with his spacey wacey goggles hanging around his neck. You jumped and shrieked from the shock while The Doctor profusely apologised. He placed both of his hands on your shoulders and squeezed them reassuringly.
“Y/n, I have something very exciting to show you!” You barely mumbled a still shocked “okay” before The Doctor quickly grabbed your hand and lead you towards a room you had never seen before. It was dark, with only a couple of dim, orangy-yellowy lights glowing on the walls, making the whole situation stranger. You could see through the dim lighting that there was a mechanised tub similar to the machine you saw at Saint John's Base. You remembered that trip well, it was shocking and emotional, but you could not put the pieces The Doctor was feeding you together.
“Doctor, I don’t understand. What is all of this?”
“What does it look like? I’m fulfilling my promise and proving my theory correct.” The Doctor moved to fiddle with a few wires and tubes, making sure that they were all set.
“Your Ganger?” You questioned The Doctor, still confused.
“John Smith, yes!” The alien before you briefly stopped what he was doing to exclaim what he thought was obvious. Before getting back to checking to see if everything was in order.
“You’re bringing him back? Why?” The Doctor finally stopped fiddling with the machine to look at you confused.
“For you, of course!” You questioned what he meant by that.
“I saw how the two of you became very close that day. I thought that I might bring him back for you.” The Doctor looked slightly sad, and you didn’t know why.
“I thought he was you back then.” You weren’t lying, but you did like The Doctor’s Ganger, he seemed to care about you more than The Doctor, who seemed to only have eyes for Amy and River.
“After you found out, the two of you still became very close. I just don’t like you being alone, Y/n.” You were shocked by The Doctor’s reveal and didn’t know what to say to all of this information. You were going to tell The Doctor to wait, give you time to think if this is actually what you wanted, but he already started the machine.
The tub filled itself with a formula, and then the liquid moulded and formed into The Doctor’s Ganger. Both of you and The Doctor watched curiously as all of this was happening. Suddenly, The Ganger!Doctor’s eyes popped open, and he screamed loudly in pain. He curled into a fetal position while clutching his head. The Doctor went to check if everything was okay on the scans and computers in the corner monitoring everything.
You joined The Doctor to watch the computers as well, but then out of the corner of your eye, you saw The Ganger!Doctor jumping up out of the tub. He seemed perfectly fine despite the pain he was in a moment ago.
“Ah! I’m back!” He stated cheerfully, adjusting his red bowtie.
Your mouth fell open in shock after looking at The Ganger!Doctor in the eye. You didn’t know what to do or say. Your breath began to quicken, and your head started to hurt. So, you quickly turned to walk back to your room.
You were so confused. A jumble of emotions ran through your head, and you couldn’t really focus on any of them for a long time. You liked The Doctor, you had for a long time, but you never let yourself love him. You were well aware of The Doctor’s relationship with River, and you were happy for them both, but it did sting your heart a bit because you had no one. The Doctor and River had each other and Amy and Rory had each other, and you wanted someone, too. Now The Doctor was giving you his Ganger. The possibility of not being alone was right before you, but you couldn’t help but run away.
It was true, you did like the Ganger!Doctor when you first met him. But it felt as if you were being pawned off by The Doctor. You were now angry. You couldn’t help but feel like this “gift” was bittersweet because even though The Doctor was being kind, he would never understand why it hurt. And you felt so sad for The Ganger!Doctor. He never did anything wrong and kept getting hurt in the process. You didn’t really know what feeling to prioritise and you just needed to be alone.
After spending a couple of hours doing everything but thinking about what just happened, you finally accepted that The Ganger!Doctor was back, and he was here for you. You were grateful that The Doctor thought of you, despite the questionable act. And you really did want to get to know The Ganger!Doctor on a personal level and outside of an adventure. You considered going out and trying to talk to the Ganger!Doctor, but a sudden knock on your door drew you out of your thoughts. You spoke a quiet “come in” and readjusted the work you were doing off of your lap.
“Hello …” It was the Ganger!Doctor, lingering in the doorway. Normally you probably wouldn’t be able to tell, but he was wearing the same thing he was wearing before, and you didn’t think that The Doctor would clean all of The TARDIS grease off of his clothes and face that quickly.
“Hello,” You responded bittersweetly.
“Hello …” The Ganger!Doctor repeated himself, and you could tell that he cursed himself in his head because of the disgruntled face he made.
“May I come in?” You nodded and motioned for him to join you on the floor where you were sitting. You would always sit on the floor when you needed to think hard about something. The two of you sat there for a long time in silence. There was a weird tension that you couldn’t really describe. But the pair of you continued to catch each other's eyes and then quickly look away. The Ganger!Doctor began patting his knees with his hands anxiously.
“I’m not really him, you know.” The Ganger!Doctor suddenly spoke up quietly, with his voice tinted with sadness.
“What do you mean?” You finally looked into The Ganger!Doctor’s eyes for longer than a couple of seconds.
“I have all of The Doctor’s memories and I obviously look like him, but I’m my own person with my own thoughts and opinions. I don’t see you the same way he does.” You could see how sad he was and how much he just wanted to be seen as himself.
“I’m sorry for assuming that you were, especially after the events of Saint John’s Base. I guess it was just the shock of everything.” The Ganger!Doctor nodded at your statement, but you could see how solemn he still was.
“I’ll try to be better.” You tried to smile, but it was still bittersweet. So, you reached out to hold The Ganger!Doctor’s hand. He squeezed your hand tightly as if he was shocked that you were actually touching him and worried that you would let go too soon.
“I don’t want you to be better, I just want you to be yourself.” You nodded in understanding and both of you fell back into silence, but you continued to hold each other's hands.
“What do you want to be called?” You asked suddenly. The Ganger!Doctor quirked his head to the side in thought and fiddled with his bowtie with his free hand.
“John Smith is a decent name, at least until I come up with a more unique name. Does John Smith sound like a good name to be paired with a Stetson?”
“Yeah, I think it does!” You laughed at his cute question and genuinely smiled at the now John Smith.
“I’ll stick with John Smith then!” He smiled back at you widely causing you to giggle. You really did like seeing him smile so happily.
Far into the night, the pair of you continued to talk and giggle and laugh. You told wide stories about your adventures and you both told interesting facts about yourselves. Unbeknownst to you, The Doctor grinned bittersweetly from your open door frame, happy that you were finally happy and not alone.
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