Hello Everyone!

Hiya!! 4 and 14 for the ask game? :D

Hiii bestie! :) I am answering this now (when I am tipsy) because I had a busy homework day on Sunday.

4. Who's wardrobe would you like to steal?

I think that I already dress similarly to Capaldi!Doctor/Twelfth Doctor, especially during the wintertime. Just tons of plaid trousers and ratty old sweaters and hoodies. And I dress like Rose Tyler on casual days. So I could share wardrobes with them.

However, I think that I might like to steal Martin!Doctor/ The Fugitive Doctor's wardrobe or Dhawan!Master's.

I'm not really sure why, but I love The Fugitive Doctor's outfit. I might have some sensory issues with the tuffy ruffles of her shirt because I don't know material it's made out of, but I love the look of her vibrant shirt covered by the TARDIS-like blue of her suit.

And The Master is The Master. They are always classy. I saw your post praxeus-13 with this number, and I totally agree with you! Dhawan!Master's outfit gives me gender envy! I want to look as good as he does!

But, also, I want all of The Doctor's and The Master's coats! I need them!

And (finally as a drunk note) I just wish that I looked good in ties, bowties, suspenders, etc. I don't think I do, which makes me sad, but I always looked to The Doctor and The Master as the pinnacle of fashion and my genderfluid self wants to look like those genderfluid alien.

14. What's a song or piece of writing that you associate with a character/story arc/relationship on the show?

I love looking through soundtracks for any form of media; it's one of my favourite things to do when I become invested in a new show/movie/etc. So, I definitely find myself listening to songs from Doctor Who in my day-to-day life. Rasputin by Bony M, Voodoo Child by Rogue Traders, I Can't Decide by The Scissor Sisters, Chances by Athlete, etc.

I listen to Skyfall by Adele a lot when thinking about Spyfall parts 1 and 2.

And I think of Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams when I think of Tennant!Doctor/Tenth Doctor because of episode The Christmas Invasion.

Now a list of my random maladaptive daydream song choices -

Where Did The Time Go? by Dr. Dog - Travelling with The Doctor or Master

Ruler of Everything by Tally Hall - Master vibes

Problem by Mother Mother - The Master x their love interest

Arms Tonight by Mother Mother - That one scene from Last of The Time Lords where The Master died in The Doctor's arms

As The World Falls Down by David Bowie - The Master seducing their lover

Cold Cold Cold by Cage the Elephant - This song reminded me of Vincent Van Gogh, but also my own struggles with depression and anxiety

Spillways by Ghost - This song reminds me of all the trauma both The Doctor and The Master faced at the hands of Gallifreyan Elders, but this song is also the inspiration for a fic/maybe fic series I am making about The Reader being the Timeless Child (thanks to a very kind anon)

And finally (I have more if anyone is interested) Sunflower, Vol 6 by Harry Styles reminds me of Vincent Van Gogh

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.

new babygirl just dropped <3

I’m so sad about Buzzfeed Unsolved ending!

I’m very happy and proud of Shane and Ryan doing there own thing, but I’m emotional right now!

Okay, so I love Tolkien’s works. I grew up with them! My dad loved Tolkien and read me his works when I was a kid. But now I have a really hard time reading the books on my own, probably because I have ADHD and I can’t concentrate on anything.

But anyway, I constantly imagine Eddie Munson completely understanding my difficulty with concentrating on things, because I think that he also has ADHD. And he would totally help me with reading Tolkien’s works. 

I love imagining being curled up together in a massive blanket in our underwear or pyjamas(boxers and a t-shirt) and reading Tolkien together. Or even Eddie reading to me!!!

He would make up unique voices and mannerisms for each of the characters! He would definitely make The Silmarillion more interesting because I really struggle to get through that one! 

Later, Eddie would probably act out the scenes, eventually getting me to join him. There would probably be tons of inside jokes between me and him about Tolkien and the way he, and eventually me, acted some of the characters out and the voices we would do.

Ugh! I just want this sooo badly!

Library Day

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - Relaxing with The Master in the library

Warnings - nothing, just fluff

Word Count - 538

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested.

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You and The Master had been relaxing all day in the library, as you normally did on your days off. The Master, in particular, enjoyed leisurely days around the TARDIS library after his attempts to conquer a planet either failed or succeeded. Despite his expensive nature and his possessive streak that would cause the renegade Time Lord to show you off in decadent situations, The Master loved lazy days just existing in your presence. And, to him, there was nothing more calming than a good book and being with the person you love most.

You, however, were feeling incredibly restless today. Being exhausted the night before and collapsing into bed with The Master did nothing to kill your adrenaline from the adventure the two of you went on. Even though being in The Master’s presence was quite enjoyable when he was reading, he would always make the most adorable facial reactions to the text before him, you didn’t feel like you could sit still all that long without The Master paying some sort of attention to you.

You started bobbing your foot up and down in the air. Which did distract your mind a bit, but then you couldn’t concentrate on your book. You huffed and closed the book and waited for The Master to notice your bored state. Which he, unfortunately, did not. You softly kicked your foot out to touch The Master’s thigh. His head finally popped up from the book he was devouring. You saw in his eyes that he was questioning your action. You just continue to slide your foot up and down his leg. He tilted his head to the side to nonverbally tell you that he needed a bit more information in order to help you with whatever predicament you might have.

“I want attention.” Instantly, a smirk spread across The Master’s face.

“Come here, love.” Maybe a bit overeagerly, you crawled across the couch and nestled into The Master’s chest.

“Better now.”

“Much better.” You nuzzled further into The Master’s chest, happy to finally have attention and physical affection. You snuck your hand up his chest and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. When The Master didn’t question you, you unbuttoned the next button. You then played with his chest hair and drew random things on his chest with your finger while looking at the book he was reading. It was in some alien language that you couldn’t understand.

“Can you read to me?

“Do you want your book or mine?”

“Either one. I just want to hear your voice and be held by you.” The Master chose to read the book you had chosen aloud to the two of you. Even if he had chosen to read the book he was reading in its native language, he doubted that you would want to hear about the bloody and devastating slaughter of Skullhorn 3A-32. The Master would instead relish in the feeling of having you close to him, devouring his words and being completely consumed by his presence.

“I love you, Y/n.” The Master muttered above you after finishing a chapter.

“I love you more, Master.”

“Impossible, my little Human.” The Master kissed your forehead and returned to reading.

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Frogs and Snails

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader is staying at home for a couple of days to recharge, but frantically calls The Master to join them when they find some frogs and snails on their property. 

Based on this Request -

Warnings - Small mention of The Master being a bit overprotective/tracking/stalking, but other than that small mention, it’s just fluffy.

Word Count - 2284

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. This is based on a request, from @flybi91​, asked on my old Tumblr. I finally posted it after many mental health troubles. I’m hoping to post much more during this year because I am finally feeling better. This is such a cute request, though, and I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you enjoy it. 💜

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Whenever you were home, you would walk out into the woods that surrounded your home and meditate in nature. Something about that environment calms you down and makes you feel real, where other environments could easily overstress you and make you feel cluttered. The Master tried to recreate the environment around your home in a personalised meditation room in his TARDIS for you, but it wasn’t the same. There were no random animals that would come up to you while you were meditating or relaxing, and the manufactured wind just felt off. 

You were very grateful for The Master’s efforts, but sometimes you just needed to recharge back on Earth. The Master tried to be sympathetic, but he had difficulty in doing so. His memories of Gallifrey were rarely peaceful. He wanted to see you happy though, so he would, slightly reluctantly, travel to Earth and allow you to stay there for as long as you needed. But he would never be that far away from you, even if you thought you were alone.

You had been home for a couple of days but were unable to spend any time outside. Some days it was because you were too tired to venture out, other days it was because of rain, or sometimes it was because you had plans with your friends. But today, you were free to finally do as you wished and you grabbed a picnic blanket and headed outside. Dew covered the ground and there was a nice fog that surrounded your home. The sun, still, had yet to rise, but the sky was lightening by the second. 

You spread your blanket out at the edge of the woods and sat down with your legs in a crisscrossed position. It had been so long since you were on Earth that you forgot that it was frog season. So, when you heard the frogs croaking, you immediately jumped up and began searching, completely abandoning your picnic blanket and plans to relax. It didn’t take you long to locate where the little croaking cuties were hiding. A bit inside the woods, there was a small lake that was an offshoot to a stream nearby and the frogs would usually lay their eggs there. 

After finding the frog’s hideout, you ran back to your house to get some snacks. Then you picked up the blanket you had left on your lawn and walked back down the path to the lake to settle down. You opened some of the containers of snacks for yourself and, hopefully, some cute creatures. Soon, you were able to coerce some frogs to join you on your blanket, then some friendlier frogs hopped up onto your lap. While other frogs simply enjoyed your gift of strawberries. You smiled at the scene before you. This was exactly what you needed to calm down, but you were saddened at the thought of The Master not being here with you. 

You had grown quite close to him throughout your travels together. You interpreted your relationship with the renegade Time Lord to be heading down a more intimate path. You weren’t exactly quick to pick up on the lingering gazes or the protective gestures he would give you, but they were much too obvious now for you to ignore. You believed that he noticed the change in your relationship, too, but he was too stubborn to admit that he had feelings for a Human, and you were too bashful and scared to confess your feelings out of fear of rejection. 

You sat calmly, petting a large toad, while feeding it an equally large strawberry. Suddenly, you saw a couple of slugs on a nearby plant and became even more excited! You stealthily and carefully moved the pair of slugs onto your blanket. You gave them some grapes and strawberries to eat, as well. You had to get The Master here to see this moment, even if he was doing something important. You didn’t know if he had even seen Earth frogs or slugs before, and you believed that him being here with you to see this sight took precedence over whatever he was doing. You knew that he didn’t understand why you enjoyed Earth so much. So maybe if you called him here to sit with you, then maybe he would understand why you felt so peaceful here. You grabbed your phone and called the Time Lord.

The Master was tinkering with his Tardis console right before you called. Not because he needed to, but because he was bored. The Master never knew what to do when you weren’t around, and he hated that feeling. He tried to deny the fact that you were the reason why he woke up in the morning for a long time, but he had practically given up on doing so now. You were the reason why he started his day, why he took care of himself, why he wanted to show off. You had completely consumed his life. He wasn’t prepared to tell you this fact yet, but he was preparing to do so. He jumped slightly when he heard his TARDIS phone ring. His TARDIS had clearly made the phone ring louder to draw him out of his thoughts. The Master picked up the phone and was about to ask who was calling, but you cut him off.

“Master! Come here! Quickly!” You were so excited that you couldn’t regulate your volume and your voice came out as a bit of a scream. In shock, The Master jolted forward and hit his head on the underside of the console.

“What?! Are you okay?” His voice echoed with a worried growl.

“Yes! Just come here!” The Master stood up, rubbing the bump on his head, again shocked after you had ended the call without a goodbye. You never did that. You always gave agonisingly long goodbyes filled with sweet testimonies about how much you missed him and wished to see him sooner. He had immediately assumed the worst. As fast as he could, The Master plotted a course to your house.

The Tardis appeared in the middle of your living room. The Master bustled out of his ship, almost ripping over his feet, anxiously. The Master called your name, but he heard no response. He ran upstairs then down to your basement, then scanned your house for any sign of life. You were nowhere to be found. The Master released a defeated huff and prepared to phone you again to find out where you were, but then he remembered something.

Soon after the two of you met, The Master noticed your love of jewellery. The closer he got to you, the more The Master wanted to protect you. So, he may or may not have gifted you a necklace for your birthday that contained a tracking device. The Master had never had to use it for what it was intended for, you thankfully had never been kidnapped, but he had found himself watching the tracker for hours whenever you were away on Earth, and he had given up trying to distract himself from your absence. It gave him some peace of mind to see you walk around your house or go to the shops. 

He hit his forehead with the palm of his hand for being so dumb as to not think about the tracker sooner. He had, in fact, had the image of the tracker up on his TARDIS console before he got bored of watching you sleep. He hated that in his fear of losing you, he might have wasted time in saving you. So, The Master began following the tracker toward your location, his walking soon turning into a run when he remembered the urgent tone in your voice. He huffed, thinking that these new emotions would be the death of him, or even worse, the death of you. He looked down at the tracker once again, while turning onto a small path, but looked up suddenly when he heard you calling his name while walking up to him.

“Y/N are you okay?!” The Master quickly pocketed his tracking device before you could see it and question it. 

“Yes! Of course, I am okay, silly!” Once you were by the alien, you hugged him tightly, happy that he did actually come to see you instead of hiding away on his ship. The Master hugged you back tightly while nuzzling his face in your neck and inhaling your scent. He was so relieved that you were not hurt, but he quickly pushed you back by your shoulders to question you.

“Then why did you scare me half to regeneration?!”

“Oh! I just wanted to show you something. Follow me.” You turned and walked down the path back toward the pond until you realised that The Master wasn’t following you. He was standing at the top of the path staring at you, gobsmacked and completely out of his depth at the idea that you just wanted to see him. You huffed and trenched back up the path and grabbed The Master’s hand and pulled him along the path behind you. You let go of The Master’s hand to move away some of the frogs and slugs from the middle of your blanket so the two of you could sit without hurting anything.

“Why are we here, Y/N?” You sat cross legged again and returned your attention to the small creatures.

“Frogs!” You turned to look at The Master, grinning from ear to ear, while holding a couple of small, green frogs in the palm of your left hand up to him.

“You called me here to look at … frogs?” You held up your right hand to The Master, as well, which contained a large slug eating a strawberry.

“And slugs! Lookie! They are so cute!” The Master sighed, unable to stay cross at you when you looked so happy. He smiled and moved to sit beside you on the blanket, careful not to squash anything. 

“So ... what are these tiny creatures, again, and why do you like them so much?”

“This is a slug.” You placed a slug in the rebel Timelord’s hand, along with a grape for the tiny creature to eat.

“Why is it so slimy?” You ignored his question, assuming that he would not actually want to know all of the intricacies of the mucus slugs excrete. And because he might hurt the poor creature in disgust.

“And this is a frog. Be careful! You have to be gentle so as not to hurt them!” The Master looked at them curiously, almost scientifically. He had heard about them each briefly in textbooks about Earth and its various biomes, ecosystems, and organisms, but he never had the opportunity to interact with them. He looked back at you with less judgmental eyes and questioned you again.

“You never answered why you like them.” You paused briefly before answering, wanting to be fully genuine because you knew that’s the kind of response The Master wanted to receive.

“I don’t know. They are just cute. I would always go frog hunting when I was younger, and I would always save the slugs that the mean kids would try to pour salt on when I was at school. They are just sweet creatures. And I like them. They deserve respect just like everyone else.” The Master shook his head slowly; he had a bittersweet smile written on his face. You questioned why he was acting this way.

“You’re too good for me, Y/n.”

“I don’t think I’m too good for you, Master.”

“On your day off you decided to feed frogs and snails freshly cut strawberries and grapes. Then you gleefully called me to show me said fruit eating creatures. That’s the most disgustingly sweet thing I have ever heard. It’s as if you walked out of a 2000s indie movie.”

“And because of me and my disgustingly sweet attitude you can now make the reference!” You poked his side jokingly.

“Ugh! You’re ruining me, Human!” The Master rolled his eyes playfully and bumped your shoulder with his. He made the excuse with himself that he just wanted to joke around with you, but he really just wanted to be closer to you physically.

“Come on! You love having me around and you know it!” You bumped his shoulder, just as he did to you, but you didn’t move after, keeping your shoulders touching one another. The Master stared at you sternly, but his eyes remained warm. He was upset that you noticed his soft spot for you, fearful of what that meant for the two of you, but he couldn't deny your sweet, smiling face. You didn’t seem worried about the future, so he assumed that the serious conversation the two of you needed to have could wait for another day.

“You’re right. I do like having you around, my little Human.” The Master took his free hand and poked your grinning cheek before wrapping his arm around you to pull up into his side. You kissed his cheek then nuzzled into the crook of his neck before the two of you continued to feed the tiny creatures. You spent the rest of the morning talking and relaxing with each other in the woods by your home before eventually returning to his TARDIS. 

You had come back to Earth to recharge, but nothing that Earth could offer would ever compare to the quiet moments you had with The Master. You were happy to have two of your favourite things collide in such a peaceful way and hopefully it will happen more often in the future.

Kissing Frenchie's Hands

Frenchie x Reader

Summary - Just kissing Frenchie’s hands.

Warnings - Me making up stories about Frenchie and Frenchie’s past until his backstory is revealed, mentions of a traumatic story from Frenchie’s past 

Word Count - 478

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Pre-show/in between episodes

I am just head over heels in love with Frenchie and I want to kiss him all over and cherish him.

Not my gif. All credits to the gif maker.

Frenchie’s hands were unusually soft for a pirate and a bard. Of course, there were random scars from pirating and the pads of his fingers were calloused from the strings in his lute, but soft nonetheless. Frenchie even had little pin prick scars from the moments where he would accidentally stab his fingers with a needle while sewing. You loved Frenchie’s hands. They were so unique in your eyes. You wanted to know all of the stories that his hands held.

You brought the hand you were holding up to your face to examine it more closely. There was a thick, slightly jagged white line over the webbing of his thumb. You remembered well the story he told you about how Frenchie had received it. 

It was when Frenchie was in the service. A drunk rich woman, who was a guest of the French lord he was working for, was relentlessly flirting with him one evening in her drunken state. The lord didn’t like that, so he “accidently” dropped a knife onto Frenchie’s hand while he was trying to clean the lord’s place at the table and prepare for the next meal to be served. Frenchie hated remembering his time in service and equally you hated learning all of the horrible things that happened to him during that time of his life. He had many nightmares from that time in his life, and you happily comforted him everytime he would wake in a cold sweat. Thankfully, you both were out of your horrible situations and you had each other.

You kissed the scar that held your attention. Then you kissed the pad of each of Frenchie’s fingers and his thumb. Then you kissed his palm. You kissed each of his knuckles. Then you kissed the back of his hand and his prominent scar one last time before nuzzling into his hand. Frenchie watched, adoringly, as you did all of this.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you more, Frenchie.”

“That’s impossible.” Frenchie pulled his hand away from you, only to grab both of your hands and kiss them repeatedly. He was slow and thorough and looked up at you with each kiss he gave you.

“I’m so happy to have you in my life. I don’t know what I would be without you.”

“I could say the same for you, Frenchie.” You manoeuvred yourself into Frenchie’s lap and held his face in your hands, while the pirate you loved circled his arms around your waist. You placed a sweet kiss to Frenchie’s lips, then rested your forehead against his. Both of you happily let the moonlight wash over your intertwined forms as you enjoyed each other’s presence in comfortable silence. All you needed was him and all Frenchie needed was you. And both of you knew that you would do everything to prove that to the other.

Quarantine Breakdown

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The reader is stuck on Earth because of the covid-19 pandemic when The Master drops by.

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Warnings - mentions of anxiety, depression, and a breakdown, references to The Master’s trauma from being stuck on Earth for 77 years

Word Count - 2348

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account. I wrote and posted it in 2020. I just wanted to repost it on my new account. I hope you enjoy this!

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There was a random knock on your door, jarring you away from your reading. You were too confused to act at first, you hadn’t ordered anything online, and you hadn’t even ordered takeout. There was no reason for there to be a knock at your door today. You found your bookmark, but not as fast as you would have hoped. The bookmark, having fallen and cocooned itself within the blanket strewn across your lap, made itself very hard to find. The knocking increased rapidly as you finally escaped your soft prison. You haphazardly placed the book on the nearby coffee table, which was riddled with random objects and dishware because of your lack of cleaning your apartment recently. 

You stumbled to the door; legs sore from sitting for so long. You rifled a hand through your still slightly damp hair as you opened the door quickly, having grown annoyed by the knocking that seemed to grow in volume and in pace. Whoever was on the other side of your front door seemed to be in an impatient mood. Your eyes went wide with shock when the identity of the annoying knocking person was revealed. 

“What are you doing here, Master?” Your tone was confused, and a bit angry, he had been unusually quiet for months, ceasing all calls and texts and especially visits. You assumed that he got into trouble with some alien government he tried to scam once in the past or he was aware of the current pandemic and just wanted to avoid the whole debacle, or, even more likely, both options simultaneously. No matter what his reasoning for not communicating for so long, it still stung for him to abandon you so abruptly and coldly.

“What?! Y/n, I thought that you would be happy to see me! I’m sorry for not talking to you for a week,” your mouth fell open in shock, which he didn’t notice due to his rambling and his dramatic hand movements, “but I’ve been busy, scheming, planning, overthrowing planets … did you change your hair …” He finally noticed something, at least. He seemed unaware of the fact that his week of adventures had been four months of quarantine for you, but at least he noticed was something. You allowed him into your living room, hoping that he would close the door behind him as you picked up and organised some stacks of books, random discarded hoodies and old takeout menus that might become useful if The Master were to spend the night.

“Oh, yeah, I might have had a breakdown a couple of weeks ago and just made an impulsive decision. Said decision being based on a couple of months of questioning if I would look good with a different hairstyle…,” you looked at him in the middle of tidying up to see The Master now shocked. You imagined that your face and demeanour mirrored his current appearance when you opened the door, which might have explained his smirk then. The look of being verbally or situationally lost and left to pick up the pieces was funny to witness, and confusion and shock looked very cute on his face, making this situation bearable.

“Do you like it?!” You questioned to draw him out of his running mind.

The Master stuttered a bit, looking anywhere but your face, “Y-yes, I like it. You look … nice.” He stroked his eyebrow with his finger before helping you move some books from the coffee table, he still did not understand exactly what situation he left you in. With the general area around the coffee table and couch relatively clear, you offered him a seat while you went to go make some tea for the two of you.

He didn’t take you up on that offer, however. He merely followed you into the kitchen silently, resolving to lean against the counter and stare at you as you worked. He was still confused, but his shock mellowed a bit. You were always a mystery to him. You were a strange little Human that made him feel things. Things that were meant to be an impossibility for him to feel. Now he had to work out the mystery of what had occurred in your life since he dropped you off at your flat. And given the fact that he was already agonising over the mystery of how you had so much power over him, he preferred not to overwork himself.

“How long have I been gone, for you?” You looked at him in the middle of a journey to retrieve a jug of milk. His face was calm, but his eyes were large and sad, searching every part of your body, excruciatingly trying to find any differences in you or your personality other than your new haircut. He feared that you might have done more to yourself during your self-described breakdown.

“Almost five months. You dropped me off right before the quarantine was enacted.” you handed him a purple mug you had bought for him, but he insisted that you keep it at your flat in case he threw it during one of his infamous fits of rage. He thanked you for the tea and acknowledged the time apart but questioned the quarantine. Five months wasn’t awful by his standards, maybe to yours, but you were Human. He knew, however, how much trauma and tragedy can make a short time feel like forever and make a person desperate for the agony to be over.

“You know, the covid-19 crisis. The crisis reaching pandemic levels that certain world leaders are trying to ignore until it goes away. You know ... that quarantine.” You tried to joke, both to cheer yourself up from the past five months of boredom and fear and as an attempt to get The Master to smile. He did not smile, unfortunately, he kept staring at you, eyes searching for any pain in your words and actions.

He placed his mug down on the kitchen counter, then softly removed your mug from your hands and placed it on the counter in order to join his own. He turned back to you, stepping closer, ghosting his fingers over your own. He was secretly asking your permission to hold your hands. Which you accepted, interlocking your fingers together.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke so softly that it alarmed you. He had only spoken with you this softly one moment before, after being trapped on Earth for 77 years. He brought your interlocked fingers up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“I did not mean to be away for so long. I wouldn't have even left you if I knew you would be forced to be on Earth alone. Especially for nearly five months!” You removed his hand from yours, his eyes shone with hurt at the loss of contact until he realised that you were trying to readjust the two of you into a hug. The Master clung to you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. He would occasionally kiss and nip at your soft skin, but go back to breathing in your scent, grounding himself in your comforting presence. He hated being alone without you. You hated being alone without him. Neither of you spoke about this, but you both knew of the other's feelings. 

“You would tell me if you were hurting right?” He hugged you slightly tighter, causing the buttons of his waistcoat to dig into your stomach.

“Of course, why?” He could tell that you weren’t lying, and he smiled at your loyalty but brought himself back to what you had mentioned.

“You said that you had a breakdown.”

“Well, I did message you. You didn’t answer, but I guess that has to do with a weird time thing.” He shook his head in disbelief at your Human memory.

“Yes, weird time thing, thank you for using the technical term I taught you. My phone will adjust to the correct time, eventually.” As soon as he said that, almost like magic, his phone went off with a series of dings and vibrations.

“Why isn’t it automatic? Like when you go to a different time zone?” The Master looked you in the eye, and you knew what he was going to say.

“Weird time thing.” The two of you simultaneously spoke. The Master began to scroll through the barrage of old messages that finally appeared, growing more and more disgruntled and worried with each new message. His forehead creased and his brows furrowed, his mouth was set in a permanent frown. Upon reading one message, he drew his lip into his mouth and bit it anxiously, something you had never seen him do. Maybe it was a habit he picked up from watching you do it so many times. But he quickly returned to his seriously stern expression when he realised you were watching him. 

You were tired of this, and you didn’t want to see his reactions to the voicemails you left him, which were even more anxiety-ridden and depressed in nature. You tore the phone from his grip and pocketed it. Before he could complain, you enveloped him in another hug.

“I’m fine now, Master. You’re here. Please stop worrying about me.” He reciprocated the hug, cradling your head in his shaking, worry-caused, hand.

“I will never stop worrying about you -” You cut him off, guessing what he was going to say.

“Yes, because I am a pathetic little Human. I'm from too fragile of a species to actually take care of myself properly. Blah. Blah. Blah. I heard this speech five months ago!” You chuckled into his neck, which he loved the feeling of, but he corrected you.

“Actually, I was going to say that I will never stop worrying about you because I care about you.” You tried to look at his face, but The Master’s tight grip on you kept you pressed against him. 

The two of you never talked about your feelings toward each other, but both of you knew that feelings were present. You would both hold each other for long periods of time, like this one. You would kiss each other on the cheek, forehead, hands, neck, basically anywhere except for each other’s mouths because that might have been too intimate in the past. The two of you would even jokingly call out to each other with the moniker ‘my loving spouse’. The two of you would also occasionally say that you loved each other, but always in tones of jest to try and mask the truth and weight of the words. Maybe the wall you both put up was finally breaking down.

Out of nowhere, The Master shot backwards from the hug, placing his hands on your forearms to keep you in place, as he cracked a cheeky smile.

“Idea! Do you want to get off of this miserable planet and go on an adventure?” You breathed a sigh of relief, desperate to do something off of the planet Earth and to get out of the emotional state that you have been in recently.

“Absolutely! An adventure anywhere sounds fantastic!” His smile grew even wider at your response. He rolled his shoulders back in confidence, grabbing you by the neck and giving you a kiss on the forehead before running to your door and, subsequently, his TARDIS, pulling you in tow. He bounded inside, leaving you to close the door of the TARDIS, as you had left him in a similar state earlier. However, The Master’s excited attitude crumbled as a loud beeping began emitting from the console.

“What is that noise?” You questioned by his side, trying to understand the Gallifreyian writing flashing on the console screen.

“It’s an alarm.” He grumbled, he leaned his hands on the console, his head falling down between his shoulders.

“Yeah, I can see that, but what's alarming you about what? What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing,” he said sarcastically, raising his head and talking with his hands dramatically, “Just an alarm informing us that no individuals can leave the planet Earth or this period in time for the foreseeable future until the virus dies down!” He walked over and slumped down onto a nearby sofa, his head falling in his hands. You walked over to sit beside him, wrapping an arm around his back to massage his shoulders and leaning your head against his.

“I know how much you hate Earth, Master, especially being stuck on it, but at least you won’t be alone. You have me this time.” He looked up at you, eyes holding back tears. He really didn’t want to have to do this all over again.

“I love you, Y/N.” This was his way of thanking you for being beside him when no one has ever done that before, and also his promise to not leave you alone like he just accidentally had. It might have been accidental, but he still felt guilty. A tear fell from his beautiful and inviting eyes. You reached up to wipe it away.

“I love you, too, Master.” This was you making the same promise to stay by his side and the same declaration of appreciation for his willingness to stay with you. You took the opportunity of this soft moment to place an impulsive kiss on his lips like you always wanted to. It was just a peck, though, but The Master deepened the kiss in a fervour. He passionately held your face in his hands and caressed your cheekbones with all of the pent of love for you he has trying to suppress since he met you. The two of you broke apart, eventually, both breathless with bruised lips. 

You and The Master ended up holding each other until you both fell asleep, there on the TARDIS console room sofa, blissfully unprepared for what your future would throw at you but determined that the two of you would make it through. As long as you each had each other, you and The Master would make it out together. No matter what.