They’re Back!!

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.

Hello!

So, I have been hyperfixating on Beetlejuice and School of Rock for the past couple of weeks and I really want to write something.

Both of these fandoms are incredibly comforting to me and I would like to do something revolving around them. I’ve seen both movies and I am watching Beetlejuice the Animated series currently. I’ve listened to the musicals more times than I can count!

I, however, don’t have access to watching the musicals. Does anyone have access or a link to the full Beetlejuice Musical and the full School of Rock musical?

I want to make sure that I watch the full musicals before I write anything because I don’t think just listening to the album and reading the Wikipedia pages are doing the musicals justice.

Thank you for any help you can provide!

- Ghost

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.

Oh I am so nervous

“Sexy Seismology Professor” is definitely the most accurate title! 😂

I need to write some Professor!Dhawan!Master fics.

Should I make up an alias, just call him O, or just call him The Professor.

Or was he called something special as this persona in The Power Of The Doctor and I just missed it.

The link to my AO3 account!

My @ on AO3 is the same as my @ on Tumblr.

@hauntingcryptids

https://archiveofourown.org/users/hauntingcryptids

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.

I will be posting stuff soon, I promise!

I just have to finish my finals and recover a bit.

I love the fact that my internal clock decided to shift just as soon as I start trying to be more productive on here. It really is a great feeling!

Secret Lover

Whittaker!Master x Reader

Summary - The Doctor discovers The Master’s secret partner.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Doctor not trusting/believing The Master, The Doctor stalking The Master and alludes to stalking the reader

Word Count - 1444

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

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The Doctor tracked The Master down to a small cottage in middle England and he could not believe what he had discovered. He really could not believe his eyes. Out of everything they had experienced together for thousands of years, this was the most shocking thing The Master had ever accomplished. How did The Master end up with you and he didn’t? 

Of course, The Doctor had no idea who you were, but according to the scans he performed, they proved that you were Human. The Master hated Humans, The Doctor loved them more than his own species! He should be with you, not her! The Doctor had to see what his Best Enemy was planning and save you from her.

The Doctor landed his TARDIS outside of the protective field he detected and began to creep toward the cottage. Along the way, he was investigating his surroundings, searching for anything suspicious or deadly. To his surprise, he didn’t really find anything that would alarm him. 

The Doctor observed neatly planted trees, shrubs, and flowers decorating the cobblestone pathway leading up to the cottage. He noticed that whoever had designed the layout of the area had a fondness for weeping willow trees. There were probably about thirty weeping willows planted throughout the large garden surrounding the cottage. 

The Doctor stopped beside one of those trees and inspected the flowers blooming on the branches. He suspected that these trees were not from Earth and were actually from the planet Lypitta. Meaning that The Master was planning to poison all of Earth’s leaders with a handmade blend of itiia poul klailei leaf tea and take over the Earth once said leaders were dead and out of her way. However, upon further investigating the tree with his sonic, The Doctor discovered that it was just a normal Earthly weeping willow tree. Why would The Master plant regular Human trees instead of something that could wield destruction in her villainous hands?

“Who the hell are you?!” You screamed as you brandished a bat protectively while running out of your home toward the stranger in your yard.

“I’m The Doctor. I’m here to help.”

“By snooping around my garden?” You held the bat higher, ready to attack this stranger.

“Darling? What are you - Oh. It’s you.” The Master strode out of the front door of the cottage but immediately stopped in annoyance when she caught a glimpse of The Doctor.

“You know this person?”

“Yes, He’s uh … an old friend. Why don’t both of you come inside so we can talk?” You took one last look at The Doctor before rushing up to The Master. You were now calmer but still curious, especially about who this stranger was to your partner. The Master gladly wrapped an arm securely around your middle and looked over her shoulder to make sure her old friend was following.

The Doctor entered the cottage slowly, not really knowing what to expect. He stood in the doorway watching you and The Master moving an extra seat around a small table and cleaning up some random objects and clothes strewn around the visible parts of the house. The Master gestured to one of the seats, implying for The Doctor to sit there. The Doctor did just that while you and The Master organised a few more things before joining him. 

The three of you were incredibly silent, looking around almost everywhere except each other. You were growing anxious, so you reached out to The Master for comfort. She gladly took your hand and squeezed it reassuringly, it felt as if she needed you, too. The Doctor couldn’t stop staring at the place where the two of you were now interlocked. That should have been him holding your hand a reassuring you, not The Master.

“How long have you been on Earth?” Finally, The Doctor spoke, interrupting the embarrassing silence and drawing his hurt eyes away from where you were holding the Master’s hand.

“Probably about fifteen years. I had a brilliant plan to destroy you and your beloved planet, and I was just about to execute it, but then I met Y/n. I abandoned my plan and destroyed everything relating to it, then I reached out to Y/n. We have been in a happy relationship ever since.” The Master looked at you lovingly while briefly recounting your past. The Doctor didn’t believe her for a moment.

“She never hid her past from me. She was transparent with me from the very beginning.” You added. The Master had once mentioned in passing that The Doctor only saw her as a manipulative liar. You felt the deep need to stand up for your partner’s character.

“That doesn’t sound like her.”

“Listen, Doctor, I don’t understand what your problem is, but it sounds like you don’t really know what Koschei is like.” You retorted.

“Darling, can you please make us some tea?” The Master nicely asked you in order to avoid an argument to erupt in your living room. You regretfully nodded, you wanted to get to know your partner’s old friend, but you walked into the kitchen anyway to prepare some tea for the three of you. The Doctor waited for you to be securely in the kitchen before he dramatically leaned forward and spoke to The Master in a hushed, yet aggravated tone.

“You’ve hypnotised them. You must have.”

“Why can’t you just be happy for me for once?”

“I will never be happy about the idea of you hypnotising innocent people.”

“I have never hypnotised Y/n and I never would. How dare you accuse me of doing such a thing!”

“I’ll stop whatever plan you are devising, and I will save Y/n from you!”

“In the many centuries I have known you, Doctor, I have never known you to be this delusional. It’s truly astounding! You must get your head checked! And on a more serious note, stay away from Y/n. You are clearly delusional, but if you hurt Y/n or kidnap them away from me or away from our home, I will not hesitate to destroy you.” The Master threatened.

“See! I knew you were still evil!”

“I just want to see Y/n safe. You are the one threatening that. I am in no way planning on returning to my life before Y/n, unless you take them away from me, Doctor.”

“I don’t believe you.” The Master huffed. She slouched back into her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose before speaking again.

“I pity you, Doctor, and I wish that you would have reacted more rationally. We used to be friends. I haven’t forgotten that, but clearly, you have.”

“Master -”

“I was afraid that this is how you would react. That’s why I didn’t tell you of Y/n when we first began dating or on our first anniversary or even when moved in together. I know that you no longer care about our history before I made my mistakes. I think you should leave before we continue this in front of Y/n and you upset them.” The Master looked The Doctor in the eye with sincerity. The Doctor didn’t know what to believe anymore.

“The tea’s ready! I made Prince of Wales. I also got us some biscuits and cookies. The Master once mentioned that you had a sweet tooth, Doctor.” You said cheerfully while walking back into the room where the two Gallifreyians were sitting.

“Something came up in The Doctor’s schedule, I’m afraid, and he won’t be able to stay for tea.” The Master sent a glare to The Doctor, hoping that he really would spare you from overhearing over a thousand years' worth of hatred for each other being spewed out venomously.

“Yes, I am terribly sorry to have troubled you, but I must be leaving.”

“Well, at least take some cookies. They’re homemade!” The Doctor bittersweetly piled some cookies onto a napkin and gave you a tight-lipped smile. 

Once outside, The Doctor took one last look at you through the little cottage window. He wondered if you were truly happy. You did look happy. The Master also looked happier than The Doctor had ever seen her throughout all of her regenerations, and that’s what scared him. The Doctor would definitely be keeping a close eye on the two of you. Possibly he could reach out to you when you were alone. Maybe he could even help you see the truth in The Master’s character. And maybe you would even see how much better for you The Doctor would be. The Doctor had to help you see the truth.