New Babygirl Just Dropped

I’m going to post my Christmas fics soon, but the new Doctor Who trailer has me feeling some Tennant vibes!

So if anyone has any Tennant!Doctor (or even Tennant!Master) requests or ideas, feel free to talk to me about them!

Would love to hear you thoughts!

Totally not for fanfiction purposes 👀👀👀

but is their name just Maestro or is it The Maestro?

My Baby Doll Part Two

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summery - The Master milks the fact that The Reader is now small and vulnerable.

Based On This Request - Anonymous requested - “Hi! I’m not the person who requested the master x reader where she gets turned into a doll BUT I read it and it was so cute! I kinda need more, can I ask for a sequel? If you don't want to it's totally cool, love your account<;3”

Warnings - The Master not helping The Reader even though he could, being miniaturised, me making up alien stuff, and canon typical weapons

Word Count - 2595

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by a lovely anon! I hope that you enjoy this!

I will link Part 1 HERE.

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The Master was incredibly accommodating to you during the predicament you were in. Each new day, he would deliver you tiny gift boxes full of new and expensive-looking clothes. Even though you were grateful, not everything The Master gifted you was in your preferred style. So, The Master ecstatically modelled the new clothes for you on various miniaturized mannequins around your size in order to try and convince you into wearing what he had picked out for you. You could tell that he was enjoying the idea of taking care of you, but you couldn’t wait to return to your original size.

“I think that you would look absolutely lovely in these, darling!” The Master said as he held the doll of the day, clad in an outfit incredibly similar to a navy and burnt orange tartan suit that he owned.

“I don’t know, Master. Can’t I just wear some pyjama pants and a hoodie?”

“It is always best to be prepared for the day. Do you think a hoodie is a presentable attire for an Easter Vigil dinner with the Marquess of Grandspire? I don’t think so.”

“I understand, but why do I have to do ‘prepare for the day’ when I can barely do anything this size? We aren’t actually going anywhere today.”

“You can do a great many things. Climb through vents, rummage through wiring, you could even be a great fly on the wall during missions and adventures thanks to your new size!” The Master exclaimed as he bent down to your eye level. You were currently standing on a tall table, but given everything, that offered no real height compared to The Master.

“Temporary size.”

“Yes … temporary size …” The Master repeated your comment in a sadder tone, and you couldn’t understand why but before you could question him, he spoke again.

“But while you are this size you should wear this outfit, at least once. Please, for me?” The Master presented the doll again and looked at you with wide and longing puppy dog eyes. You couldn’t say no to him when he was pleading with you like this, it happened so rarely, and you would kick yourself in the future if you refused The Master on one of the few occasions where he was actually begging for you.

“Okay, Master. For you.” 

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Being so small, compared to your previous size, had been a weird adjustment to make over the weeks of The Master trying to fix his TCE. The only good thing seemed to be that you could hold onto The Master, or be incredibly close to him, without bothering him.

Currently, you were resting in The Master’s bigger on the inside waistcoat pocket. You had been setting up a little reading nook in there. Instead of reading, though, today you just watched The Master as he fiddled with a new device. You were so invested in The Master’s succinct and thoughtful movements that it didn’t even occur to you to question him as to why he was not trying to mend his TCE.

“You have nice hands.” You said out of nowhere because you were so enamoured by the look of his long fingers and vein-covered hands, the outlines of his tendons were on full display to you.

“Thank you, my love.” You continued to stare at The Master’s hands as he worked.

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice how veiny they are.” The Master paused in contemplation over what you had just absentmindedly stated.

“Does that intrigue you?” You could hear a teasing tone laced within The Master’s voice and that finally brought you out of your daze.

“Shut up. Just finish up whatever you are tinkering with so we can cuddle.”

“Ooo, distraction. I must press further on this issue at a later date.”

“I’ll deny everything!” You ducked back into The Master’s pocket causing him to chuckle before returning to the device.

The Master took a long time to finish his experiment on the equipment, as he was very thorough. However, to him, it felt like a few minutes. In actuality, about three hours had passed and you had fallen asleep long ago.

“What do you think of this? Love?” The Master called for you once more before looking to you to see what was taking you so long to answer him. To his surprise, you were fast asleep in his pocket. The Master hummed contently. You looked so cute like this. The Master loved protecting you, taking care of you, and being responsible for you. It felt like it was one of the only things he was actually good at, but eventually, this would have to end. The Master would have to turn you back to your actual size and protecting you would be so much more difficult to do successfully.

The Master huffed and looked at the notes on deminiaturisation that he had completed weeks ago. He could change you back now if he wanted, but The Master didn’t want to do that. So, with delicate movements, The Master just left his study and walked to your shared bedroom.

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The Master finally had some time to spend alone with you without worrying about any alien disturbances or space tech stuff that you could never understand the constant maintenance of. You asked The Master to read to you. It had been a while since he had done that. When the state of things was calmer, The Master read to you almost every night. So, you were excited to participate in this couple ritual again.

You were currently curled up on The Master’s chest, while he was lounging on his back in your shared bed. You were quite comfortable under a specially designed mini weighted blanket that The Master had gifted for you a couple of days ago. Though you were getting thirsty, and you didn’t have any water beside you. The water was all the way on the bedside table and for you, now the size of a doll, was a decent distance away. 

You decided to not disturb The Master by walking in front of his face and blocking his eyesight from the book he was reading. So, you just decided to climb onto the pillows and behind The Master’s head. At the beginning of your travel to get some water, though, you slipped on the pillow and grabbed a piece of The Master’s hair to keep yourself from falling completely.

“Ow!” The Master yelped.

“Sorry!” You apologised but continued to climb onto the pillows (and The Master’s head) before finally reaching the bedside table and refreshing yourself with some nice cold water.

“That was my hair.” The Master looked over to you with a hint of a grimace lining his face.

“I needed something to help pull me up so I wouldn’t fall.”

“There are other things pulling my hair might help you with, love.” The Master mumbled while fiddling with the bookmark of the book.

“Turn me back to my usual size, then we’ll talk.” The Master looked back at you, but he didn’t respond. He just remained stone-faced. You drank a couple more gulps of water, and The Master still hadn’t said anything. He was just staring at your bittersweetly. 

After you finished your small glass of water, The Master stretched out his hand to you and you climbed into his palm. The Master moved you back to his chest and you immediately cuddled under the blanket and clung to The Master’s clothes, eagerly waiting for The Master to continue reading.

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The Master told you that he would be stepping out of his office for a second. He said that he had to get something from one of his storage units and that he would be back soon, but he had been gone for longer than you expected, and you were now getting bored.

You decided to crawl out of The Master’s coat pocket, which was a bit difficult as it was bigger on the inside and explore his desk and the things he had been tinkering with. Once you escaped your roomy confines you shimmied down The Master’s coat and climbed onto the arm of the chair. You then hopped from the arm of the chair and onto the office table. 

The Master would have been upset by you doing all of this. He hated when you would do anything dangerous, but that hatred grew when you had been shrunk by his TCE. The Master seemed so much more protective over you now than you had ever seen him before. It was cute, you thought, but sometimes you worried if The Master would ever let you out of his TARDIS once you were turned back to your original size.

Once on the table, you looked around at all of The Master’s little projects. Most of them were dangerous, so you never got too close to them, though you did find them interesting from afar. 

Then you decided to look through The Master’s notes. Many of them were written in Gallifreyan, but some were either in English or another language that The TARDIS translated for you. The Master always tried to keep his knowledge of various languages strong, so he often wrote his notes in a mix of alphabets from across the Universe.

When you were rummaging through the random papers you suddenly saw a sheet about basic miniaturisation and deminiaturisation. It looked as if it was torn out of a book. T was then followed by The Master’s notes and plans on the subject. Obviously, you couldn’t read everything, but of the notes that you could read, it appeared that The Master figured out how to turn you back to your natural height. You will be back to your normal self!

There was a little note attached to the plans, though, covered in The Master’s rushed handwriting. So, before you got too excited about being yourself again, you read the note.

You were unaware if this note was originally written in Gallifreyan and The TARDIS was trying to help you read it by manually translating it, or if The Master had written it in an easily translatable language, but the notes stated:

‘You have to turn them back!’ That line was circled many times.

‘How about Tomorrow?

Tomorrow…

Next week!

Maybe a couple more days from now?

Just a few more days…’ Each of those lines had a line drawn through them.

‘At least turn them back before their birthday!’

You huffed as you walked away from the notes. You didn’t know how to feel. The Master had been so kind to you during this time, but he was also lying to you. He was keeping you weak. You began to breath rapidly as anger began to grow within you.

The Master suddenly walked through the door of his study in a happy mood, completely unaware of what you had just discovered. In fact, he was whistling as he tossed a random machine part up into the air and caught it with ease.

“Have you been waiting to turn me back?” You yelled in rage. The Master froze in place, his jaw dropping slightly.

“My love, let me explain …” The Master held up his hands defensively. 

“How could you? You know how everything has been a struggle for me since this happened!”

“I know, but -”

“No buts! I don’t want to know what weird excuse you have, just turn me back!”

“You just looked so cute -” The Master tried to barter with you, but you weren’t going to listen to any of The Master’s manipulations. You just wanted to be yourself again.

“Now!”

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You haven’t spoken to The Master for a couple of days now, not since he deminiaturisation you with his long-ago-repaired TCE. You needed to make The Master feel sorry for what he did to you, and it’s not like you could just ask him to drop you off at home. The Master wouldn’t allow that! So, the only option you had before you was the silent treatment. 

The Master was in complete shambles without you. He was so used to taking care of you and you happily returning the favour that he didn’t know how to act without you paying attention to him.

You were currently in your room, which wasn’t the most optimal hiding spot, but it was comfortable. You had been sneaking around The TARDIS, thanks to her help, in secret passageways and hidden rooms. Though, you often stayed in your room whenever The Master was out looking for you. He would always return to your room after his search, in the hope that you were in there and would finally answer him. 

“Please talk to me, my love. I am dying without you!” You heard The Master yell from the underside of your door. He had been yelling for you for about fifteen minutes and you were beginning to grow incredibly annoyed.

“You aren’t dying. You’re just being dramatic.”

“Y/n! Please let me in!” You heard The Master’s excitement upon hearing your voice again, but you weren’t going to give up your stalemate against the alien.

“No.”

“I’m sorry!”

“I don’t forgive you.”

“Please, I have been awake since you discovered the truth. I’ve tried to sleep, but I can never sleep soundly without you, you know that. Can please just take a nap together then you can go back to hiding from me.” You sighed heavily and then walked to the door of your room. You could see The Master’s fingers poking out from under the door. You were tempted to step on his fingers, but you pushed that thought away from your mind. That was too extreme of a reaction. So, you simply opened the door quickly, with a stone face, and before you saw The Master lying on his stomach on the floor.

“This better not be a trick.” You spoke with a cold tone that honestly scared the Time Lord. The Master quickly scrambled onto his knees and grabbed your hands pleadingly in his.

“I promise that this isn’t a trick, my love. I know that I should have helped you sooner and there are no excuses for why I didn’t. I have been agonising over the decisions I made, and I am so sorry. But I really need you.” The Master collapsed into you, nestled into your middle, and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly.

“Are you going to fall asleep on your knees or would you rather sleep in my bed?”

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You snuggled into The Master’s chest, trying to get closer to him even though you were already incredibly close. You did miss him during your time apart even though you were still outrageously upset with him. 

The two of you had slept for hours since reconnecting. The Master was still tired and drained, however, but he also just wanted to enjoy beginning in your presence once again. Every so often, The Master would brush his hand against your skin, feeling your warmth with longing. He really was sorry, but he loved taking care of you.

You shifted, trying to get comfortable. You were not able to find a position as comfortable as the ones you slept in when you would sleep on The Master’s chest or stomach when you were small, though. So, you huffed loudly.

“What are you thinking about?” The Master asked in his rough, sleepy voice.

“Sometimes I just wish I was small again.” You tried to scoot closer into The Master’s chest, again.

“Well, I could-”

“No!”

You’ve Got Good Dreams

Phantom Ghoul x Reader

Summary - The Reader wakes up with a Ghoul on their chest.

Warnings - breaking into a bedroom, Phantom being a cryptid menace

Word Count - 546

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. The Reader is a Sibling of Sin. I just had this thought that because the other types of Ghouls can manipulate elements, I thought the Quintessence Ghouls could deal with more indeterminable things like feelings and dreams. Just thought that this would be a fun idea to write, so I hope that you enjoy this! :)

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Your chest felt heavy. Every breath you took required extra effort. Extra effort that you didn’t want to use. You just wanted to continue to sleep before your alarm went off for the morning. In your sleepy haze, you thought that rolling over would solve the problem, but when you tried to move you discovered that you couldn’t. Confused, you fluttered open your eyes, trying to quickly blink away sleep. 

Directly above you was a ghoul. Sitting on your chest and staring at you through the opaque goggles of their mask. Their arms were placed on either side of your head. Clearly, they were trying to keep the majority of their weight off of you and on their arms, but every so often they would lean down closer to you, putting slightly more weight on your chest.

Upon seeing you awake and confused, they crooked their head to the side, looking more like a cat than a ghoul. That’s when you caught sight of this ghoul's horns. Longer and more slender. Phantom. Of course, he would do something like this.

“What are you doing here, Phantom?” You asked, your voice heavy with sleep.

“You were dreaming.” He mused charmingly.

“Well, I was asleep. Most Humans dream when they are asleep.”

“You just felt so content and happy.” The ghoul snapped his neck to the other side and peered over you. If you didn’t know Phantom, you would have taken this movement as a threat. But you knew Phantom and you knew that looming over you and eyeing you like he was inspecting his soul was a common occurrence with the ghoul.

“So, you broke into my room to sit on my chest.” Phantom hummed in acknowledgement and nodded animatedly like a pleased toddler.

“And feel to your calmness.” You could see Phantom smile down at you in the dim light of morning. He wasn’t wearing his balaclava, even around his neck, so he must have left his room in a hurry and forgotten it, as he often did.

His smile was different from the smirks he sent you when he was performing or practising. His smile was also different from the prideful smiles he would send you after he scared you in the hallway or distracted you from your duties around the Ministry. He looked rested. Calm, content and happy. All of the words he had used to describe you a moment ago.

“Anyway, good morning, sibling.” Phantom leant forward, causing you to panic for a moment before his mask-covered forehead lightly pressed against your own forehead. Just as quickly as he invaded your personal space, Phantom left it and jumped off of you and off of your bed. 

“I hope that you have a good day!” Phantom yelled in a sing-songy voice before strutting out of your room. At least he closed your bedroom door behind him, which he always forgot to do just after he was first summoned. 

You let out a sigh. Phantom was going to be the death of you. Before you could mull over all of your growing feelings for the newly summoned ghoul, though, your alarm began to blare throughout your room. At least you could distract yourself from your demonic crush by completing your chores and studies. For now.

An Afternoon With Tea And Books

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader goes to find The Doctor in his private library as he often loses track of time when absorbed in a book.

Warnings - some suggestive material

Word Count - 1156

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I just wanted to write something small in order to get back into writing. I hope that you enjoy!

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The Doctor had been isolating himself in his private library for hours now, resulting in you not seeing him all day. You didn’t think that he meant anything by it. He was probably just lost in his mind and the books he would be devouring. But you missed him and his presence. You wanted to see him. You needed to see him. In your mind, the two of you didn’t need to do anything special, you were happy to just cuddle and read beside The Doctor in his library. You didn’t need a wild adventure, even though The Doctor would be very happy to take you wherever you wanted. You could wait any longer for him to walk out of his study and ask about your day. You just needed to see him now. Half a day was too long to spend away from your Doctor.

So, you finally convinced yourself that you wouldn’t be bothering The Doctor too much and travelled through the halls of The TARDIS until you reached The Doctor’s study. You entered the room quietly, even though there was no need. The Doctor was still completely engrossed in the book he was reading and would not be distracted anytime soon. Then you entered The Doctor’s private kitchen in order to prepare two cups of tea (The Doctor’s was filled to the brim with sugar cubes) before finally making your way to where The Doctor was longing on the sofa of his private library.

“You’re up!” The Doctor exclaimed after doing a double take upon seeing you entering the room. You nodded contently. You were just happy to be in his presence again after a long day apart. You barely even noticed his frantic state.

“I promised to wake you up with breakfast in bed, though.” You tried, for The Doctor’s sake, to not make a disgusted face at the thought of The Doctor’s cooking, but you didn’t know if you were successful. The Doctor’s baking was out of this world, pun intended, but his cooking was less than to be desired. 

“You can wake me up in bed another morning, Doctor.” You set down the two cups of tea on a small nearby table.

“But I wanted to greet you in the morning today. I have been lacking as a partner, lately, and I guess this just proves it doesn’t it?” The Doctor pouted and slouched against the couch.

“No, Doctor, it doesn’t. You are a perfect partner.” You brushed a bit of The Doctor’s hair that fell across his face.

“And you made me tea.” The Doctor whined, completely ignoring your statement and trying to avoid your affections in order to prove his point.

“With all of the sugar!” You chirped, recounting the alarming amount of sugar you dumped into The Doctor’s mug.

“See! You are better at this than I am. Are you sure that you wouldn’t rather have a relationship with a Human?”

“Absolutely not!” The Doctor sighed unconvinced. You grabbed The Doctor’s book, delicately because he once became very upset over your handling of a book, closed it, and placed it on the table by the cups. You then crawled onto The Doctor’s lap and placed your hands on either side of his face. The Doctor wanted to continue to pout but he couldn’t ignore your presence even if he tried. So, he placed his hands on your thighs and ran his fingers over the side seams of your trousers every so often.

“I don’t want anyone else. I only want you. Understand?” The Doctor nodded into your hands, though he still appeared to have a bit of sadness locked in the corners of his eyes.

“Good. Now no pouting, Doctor. I’m not going anywhere.” You sent The Doctor a cheeky wink, causing him to fluster, while handing him his cup of sugary tea.

“Well, what time is it now? Earth time, I mean. So, I can make it up to you.” The Doctor moaned a hearty hum upon sipping his tea. Given how you were straddling him, his pleased hum rumbled through your core, making your want for him so much needier and more intense.

“Around three in the afternoon.” You only responded when The Doctor looked up from his tea to your eyes, his observation of you finally brought you out of all of the fantasy rushing through your brain.

“What!” The Doctor wanted to jump up from his seat, but both you and his rather full cup of tea were not allowing him that escape.

“Doctor?”

“I’ve been ignoring you all day because of a stupid book!” The Doctor took quite a large gulp of tea, solely so he would be able to gesture with his hands wildly again.

“I thought that you really wanted to read that book?”

“Well, yes, but you are far more interesting and important.” You smiled. The Doctor was adorable, that was obvious. Though you would argue that he was even more adorable when he was pouting about not spending enough time with you. At least you weren’t the only needy one in this relationship.

“You can just make up for it by paying attention to me now.” The Doctor gulped, his eyes flicking back to yours nervously. His gaze then shifted down to your lips before quickly returning to your eyes. As if you didn’t notice.

“Gladly, but in what way?” The Doctor wasn’t desperate, he would only do anything if you were ready and consenting. So, he would follow your lead.

“Well, you really want to finish your book and we have two cooling cups of tea that we have to drink. Why don’t you read to me while we cuddle? Then we can think of something else to do later.”

“The book is in Gallifreyian.”

“As long as you are reading, I am sure that I will be entertained. Now shift over.” The Doctor awkwardly did so, allowing you to lay beside him on the couch, though he did almost spill his tea all over his chest. 

The Doctor missed the weight of you on top of him, straddling him, but feeling you wrap yourself around his side and lay your head over his hearts was a close second if he were to categorise the best feelings in the Universe. The Doctor smiled at you and then placed a soft and overly sentimental kiss on your forehead before exchanging his cup of sugary tea for his book. 

The Doctor asked if you were ready and once you told him that you were, he began to read. He was not concentrating on a single word he was saying, however. The Doctor was far too distracted by you to fully concentrate. Your body weight, your heat, your smell, just you and your presence beside him were too all-consuming to think straight. Thankfully, you couldn’t later question him on the content of the book because he would be completely clueless.

A Day With You

(Part 1 | Part 2)

Pairing: Dh!Master x Autistic!Reader

Word Count: 2800

Summary: The Master and the reader spend a day together, and some feelings finally come to light.

Warnings: Mild self-deprecating language

A/N: Sorry this took so long but my teachers decided to give me lots of tests this past week. Also, requests are open 😄

Ever since you had told The Master you’re autistic, travelling with him had definitely become easier. Of course, it wasn’t completely smooth sailing, but he had started to accommodate for your sensory issues and you appreciated it. Also, you were pretty sure that he had done some research on autism as he had started to ask about and help with things that you had never mentioned to him.

For example, he was currently cooking you breakfast, after finding you stuck in your bed already exhausted from getting dressed that morning. He had asked if you were alright, and immediately understood what was happening when you had grumbled about executive dysfunction. The Master had gently helped you along to the kitchen, and sat you down at the breakfast bar before starting to cook your favourite breakfast meal for you.

Sitting and watching him cooking caused a warm feeling in your chest. When the two of you spent time together like this, you could almost pretend that he loved you too.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when a plate was placed down in front of you, quickly followed by a cup of tea. Smiling up at him, you murmured a tired ‘thank you’ before digging in. Surprisingly, he sat down next to you with his own plate and started eating as well. The two of you only tended to share meals together when you were out exploring alien planets, and you had rarely seen him eat when on the TARDIS.

Not wanting to scare him off, you continued to eat your breakfast in silence, trying not to over think the situation. He had finished his meal before you, so as soon as you had finished your tea he was already placing your cup, cutlery and plate into the dishwasher.

“You feel like leaving the TARDIS today, or would you prefer to stay in and rest?” The Master asked you, leaning on the worktop in front of you to get your attention.

“I could do a short trip out, get some fresh air. Nothing too adventurous though.” You gave him a slightly awkward smile and hoped that the blush on your face, that had been caused by his intensive care of you, wasn’t too noticeable.

“Good, I was thinking we could go to this little planet in the Pegasus Galaxy called Mipra.” He started to walk out of the kitchen and you quickly got up to follow him.

“The people there aren’t anywhere near advancing to space travel yet, but one of their cities has a brilliant marketplace that I thought you would enjoy. It’s quite similar to Earth in a lot of ways, but they sell things you won’t be able to find anywhere else this side of the universe.” Listening to him monologue instantly made you smile, and you were very glad that he was looking at where he was going rather than you. “Also, I’ve already checked and it shouldn’t be bad for your senses - but I already have an exact time to go so that the market won’t be busy.”

Oh yeah, he’d also been doing that recently. Every place you went to he made sure to check that the planet’s atmosphere wouldn’t be too much for you like it had been on Zacrypso. Honestly it had only made you fall more in love with him, as he had been the first person to ever care about you enough to do that. You tried not to read too far into it though, as he was probably doing it because he felt guilty.

Soon enough the two of you had landed on the planet, and he was holding open the door for you. The city that you had landed in reminded you of pictures that you had seen of Old Town in Stockholm. Every building was its own unique colour, but they were saturated enough that it wasn’t too bright for you.

Every street that you could see was lined with various shops and market stalls selling a range of objects - most of which you hadn’t ever seen before. There was a grin on your face as you looked back to The Master, who was giving you a small smile.

Turning back to face the beautiful marketplace, you strided towards the closest cluster of stalls, eager to investigate whatever they were selling.

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The Master hadn’t been able to keep the smile off of his face as he followed you around the marketplace. He was very content to simply watch as you investigated the various trinkets each stall was offering, occasionally choosing something to buy. He also made sure to stand behind you and look menacing whenever someone looked like they were going to try and scam you, very pleased at the fear on their faces when they saw him.

Watching you, he realised how fascinated you could be by the simplest of things, and how you had a tendency to gravitate towards the items that looked like they were half-broken out of pity. The Master thought it was adorable.

As the two of you wandered down another alleyway, he noticed that you took a wide girth to avoid a stall. Upon further inspection, he noticed that the stall was selling various types of fish, and he made a mental note of your aversion to the smell.

Ever since you had told him about being autistic, The Master had tried to discover anything that you didn’t like so that he could protect you from them in the future. It had been a couple of months since he had taken you to Zacrypso, but he still felt guilty despite your insistence otherwise. He also hadn’t made another attempt to woo you since then, and instead he had tried to squash his feelings for you down so far that he would forget they even exist.

Unfortunately, you seemed to thwart his efforts simply by being yourself. Everything you did made his hearts race faster, and he was glad for this regeneration’s darker complexion, as otherwise you would have definitely caught onto his feelings by now. For example, you were currently telling him all about a little blue plant that you had bought from a vendor while he had been buying drinks. Half the information you were telling him was completely incorrect but he wasn’t going to bother correcting you because of how enthusiastic you were. He loved the way you held the little plant as though it was the most precious item you had ever owned.

“I’ve decided I’m going to name her Cerulean, cause of her colour.” You told him with a definitive nod, and he was lucky that your words had baffled him enough that he didn’t melt at your expression.

“Her?”

“Yep, I know most plants don’t tend to have a gender, but this one feels like a ‘her’ to me.” You told him with a shrug.

“Why name it then? ” He couldn’t help but be curious, unsure as to whether this was just a you thing or a human thing.

“Well it’s a plant, they’re living things, they deserve names.” You tilted you head as you addressed him, as though it was impossible for you to imagine not naming the plant.

“You’re adorable.” The words slipped out of his mouth before he really had time to think, but he didn’t let his panic show, focusing on your reaction instead.

His hearts warmed slightly when you went from shocked at what he had said to flustered within seconds. You were now avoiding his gaze by staring at the floor, but he could see the smile on your blushing face. He was just about able to hear the mumbled ‘thanks’ before he decided it was best to lead you on down the alley.

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You had enjoyed your morning out on Mipra, the planet had been close enough to Earth that you didn’t feel disoriented, yet you were still able to experience alien culture with the marketplace. One downside was that the majority of food they had on offer was seafood - or at least it looked that way - and none of it had particularly appealed to you, so The Master had suggested you head back to the TARDIS for lunch.

As soon as you passed through the doors you started to notice just how tired you were, and you knew that you probably wouldn’t be able to gather enough energy to go back out to the planet after lunch. Luckily, you knew that The Master wouldn’t mind, so you happily followed him into the kitchen for the second time that day, taking the same seat that you had that morning and placing down the various knick-knacks you had bought onto the counter.

You didn’t even know what half of what you bought was, but you knew that none of it was dangerous since The Master had stepped in whenever he saw you eying up anything that could have harmed you. As you inspected all of your items, paying close attention to Cerulean, your mind wandered back to earlier. More specifically, you were replaying the moment that The Master had called you adorable for what was probably the 100th time by now, and you felt your face heating up yet again.

You must have zoned out because the next thing you knew The Master was asking you what sauce you wanted on the pasta you hadn’t notice him cooking. Brining yourself back to reality you managed to answer before he got too suspicious.

Luckily for you, The Master didn’t try to initiate conversation while you were eating, giving you time to push the moment from earlier out of your mind and focus back on reality completely.

“Do you feel up to going back to the market?” He asked once you had both finished your meals.

“I don’t think I have enough energy for that, but we could do something in the TARDIS if you wanted?” You suggested, hoping that he wouldn’t chose TARDIS repairs over spending time with you.

“Sure, what do you have in mind?” He addressed you with an unreadable look, which made you slightly nervous.

“Uh, I mean do you have any board games or video games? We could play some of them?”

“That sounds good, I think I have some board games in the library.” He told you, getting up from his seat to head in that direction, causing you to do the same.

You weren’t quite sure why he was spending all this time with you, but you had noticed him doing it more often recently. When you had started travelling with him he would often close himself away from you by working on his TARDIS, or planning out ways to overthrow planets. Nowadays, he seemed to chose spending time with you over doing those activities more often than not. You couldn’t deny that you appreciated it, as you loved to spend the time with him.

Contrary to what most would believe, he was actually pretty laid back the majority of the time, and he tended to go along with whatever you wanted to do. Though he would always leave you alone to rest if you needed it.

Since Zacrypso the two of you had gotten a lot closer, and your feelings from him had grown as well. At times like these, when he seemed so dedicated to you, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he felt the same way. Those feelings had been easily bushed aside when you realised that The Master probably had some ulterior motive for anything the two of you did together, but you were finding it much more difficult for you to justify his actions without coming to the conclusion that he cared for you.

Like how the last time he had gone on a solo mission - normally the ones that he deemed too dangerous for a human to go on - and he had come back with a new stim toy for you. He also always made sure that you bought your ear defenders along with you whenever he was planning to cause some explosions.

You had been so lost in thought that you didn’t notice you were in the library until The Master caught your attention, showing off a range of board games and asking you to pick. Half of the games he owned you hadn’t even heard of, so you decided the best option was to choose the Game of Life and let The Master choose the other.

The two of you ended up playing games for hours, and at some point it had evolved into casual conversation, sitting next to each other on the floor of the library with the remnants of your games strewn out over the coffee table. As he laughed at something you had said, you felt yourself enticed by his image, unable to tear your eyes away from his face. He was beautiful and ethereal, and somehow he was convinced that out of everyone in the universe, you were the one worth spending his time with.

“Thank you, for today, it was lovely.” You told him, still staring at him.

“There’s no need to thank me, I’d do this for you anytime, dear.” He replied, turning to face you with a soft smile.

“Why?”

“Why?”

“I’m just a human, why would you do anything for me?” You felt small when you asked the question, baring all of your weaknesses for The Master to see.

“But you’re not just a human, you’re so much more than the rest of them, at least to me. You’re no where near as annoying as the rest of your species, not to mention that you’re clever enough to keep up with over half of what I say. You’re also pretty funny, I like your jokes and sarcasm, even if any sarcasm in return can fly over your head.” As he was speaking, he seemed to be studying your face, as though he too couldn’t tear his eyes away. “I find you so endearing, and I actually like spending time with you, which is more than I can say for the rest of the universe. Also, you’re absolutely beautiful, not just in looks but in your outlook on the world as well.”

At his words you could feel your face heating up, especially when his last sentence finally made sense in your mind.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course, I always have.” The look he gave you was so genuine that you knew he couldn’t be lying. “Can I tell you something y/n?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I think I’m in love with you, actually I know I am. I’ve known for quite a while now but I’ve been too worried about how you would react.” He had turned away from you know, focusing on the carpet’s intricate designs. “But spending this day with you, I realised that I can’t hide these feelings any longer. If you want me to just drop you off at home I’ll understand.”

His voice had gotten quieter and more unsure as he went on, and he had begun to shrink in on himself.

Without thinking you reached your hand out to hold his, intertwining your fingers. He gave a small gasp and looked up, his deep brown eyes meeting yours in an intense gaze. If he was any other person you wouldn’t be able to hold this eye contact, if he was any other person you wouldn’t have been able to even hold his hand. He wasn’t any other person though, he was The Master, and you loved him.

“I love you too.” You told him with a shaky breath and a wide grin, scared about the vulnerability but oh so happy that you had finally said those words out loud.

His mouth fell open in shock, before turning into a grin that matched yours, and you found yourself struggling to not melt into a puddle right then. Slowly, giving you time to get away, he reached out his free hand to cup your face. Then, somehow even slower, he started to pull your face towards his. You closed your eyes, hoping to sway some of your nerves by not looking at him, though it didn’t help much.

When your lips finally touched, it felt so soft, and intimate. Though somehow it also managed to feel completely electrifying at the same time. You allowed yourself to fall fully into his embrace, as he moved his hand to grip around your waist and pull you in further.

Eventually, you had to break for air, and once you did you leant your forehead on his shoulder. Your face was flushed and your breath was still struggling to come, but you were smiling and he was holding you. Looking up to him, you felt an overwhelming sense of safety and love, and you knew that no matter what the future held for the two of you, everything would be alright if he was by your side.

Books Read In March 2024

A Prayer For The Crown-Sky by Becky Chambers

Odd And The Frost Giants by Neil Gaiman (Reread)

Why Didn't They Ask Evans? by Agatha Christie

The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw

Foster by Claire Keegan

Mr. Flood's Last Resort by Jess Kidd

Henry IV Part 2 by William Shakespeare

Before We Say Goodbye by Toskikazu Kawaguchi

Impromptu Sleepover

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader invites The Doctor to open up about her feelings, even though she is not completely ready for that yet, she does come to The Reader for some comfort.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - mostly fluff, references to The Doctor’s trauma

Word Count - 1380

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. A bit of an AU where all of Whittaker!Doctor’s companions travel with her, even after The Flux.

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The Doctor felt lonely and depressed lately, much more than she usually did when she had a TARDIS full of companions. She didn’t know how to be herself or see herself or even act like herself anymore. She had been this way for a while, ever since The Master revealed The Doctor’s real backstory and she was forced into the Judoon prison, The Doctor had been wanting someone to help her remember who she really was before all that happened.

The Doctor loved the Fam, she called them her family for a reason. But you were different. You had always been different. The Doctor had never been that fond of physical touch, but after the trauma and isolation she experienced, she became desperate for it. Well, she became desperate for your touch.  The Doctor just became aware of how strong her feelings for you were when she was forced away from you and sent to prison. The Doctor had no idea how to inform you of her newfound feelings, however. So, she chose to remain silent, but she wanted you so badly. She had a feeling that you were the right person to help her through this time of intense change. 

The environment was complicated after The Doctor returned to the Judoon Prison, too, not just The Doctor’s feelings revolving her identity. Everyone wanted to continue to travel with The Doctor, but all of you were hurt from the time spent apart. Except for Dan, but he was incredibly understanding of the circumstances. All of this, plus The Doctor’s unexpressed trauma and feelings made certain adventures and trips difficult to handle. Especially the last few trips. You, The Doctor, and the rest of her companions were all suffering silently when you went to sleep last night. The TARDIS was aware of everything happening in your heads, though, and she was felt like she had been biting her tongue for too long. The TARDIS needed to make sure her guests were all taken care off, so she prepared for a rest day.

It had been cold in the wall of the ship all morning. The Doctor tried to fix it before you and the rest of her companions woke up but was unsuccessful. The ship remained freezing cold and on top of all that, the console seemed to be frozen as well. The Doctor grumbled around the console room while talking to her ship, but you and your friends were happy to have a TARDIS day to relax.  It had been a long time since all of you did that. The Doctor could fix the heating another day.

The rest day was filled with so much laughter. All of you watched multiple movies, made some hot cocoa and cookies and made a large pillow fort to relax in. At one point, you and your friends had a massive pillow fight. You, The Doctor and Yaz were on one team and Dan, Ryan, and Graham were on the other. You, The Doctor, and Yaz won the game, but then The Doctor hit you with a surprise attack and then that caused all of you to start a free-for-all pillow fight. 

Unfortunately, though, the fun relaxing day had to end, and you and the rest of The Doctor’s companions prepared to go to sleep. You stopped in the doorway of the movie room before heading off to bed. When you noticed that The Doctor wasn’t also getting ready for bed like the rest of you. The Doctor was standing, staring, at the pillow fort the six of you had made while massaging her forehead. You tried to ask what she was thinking about, but you just managed to startle her. The Doctor jumped when she heard you, whipping out her sonic and pointing it at you. Once she realised that it was you and not some renegade alien breaking into her home, she quickly pocketed her sonic and offered you a quiet apology.

“You okay, Doc?”

“I’m fine, Y/n. You should get some sleep.”

“So should you. I know you don’t need as much sleep as I do, but you seem to be a bit off recently.”

“I’ll try.” You gave The Doctor a look, not fully believing her statement. 

“I promise I will try to get some sleep, Y/n.” You nodded, sadly but decided to not push the person you cared enough the most any further. But before you left for your bedroom you spoke to The Doctor one more time.

“If you need me, Doc, for any reason, I’ll be in my room.” 

You smiled and waved her goodnight. The Doctor waved back half-heartedly, more concerned with the implications of your past statement. Was that a purely platonic invitation or something more? Was The Doctor horrible for wanting something more intimate with you? Or have you been wanting a more romantic relationship with The Doctor for so long that this was your final attempt in getting her attention? The Doctor had to find out what you meant by your statement.

Upon entering your room, you released a hefty sigh. All you wanted was for The Doctor to feel better and to feel comfortable with talking to at least one of you. Of course, you wished that you were the person that she would come to, but just seeing her open up would be good to see, too. After climbing into bed and talking to yourself about your relationship with The Doctor and her mental and physical health, you finally quieted your mind and got some sleep. But you were woken up suddenly when you felt a cold hand against your stomach and a presence beside you. 

“Doctor?” You hoped that your speculation was correct. Otherwise, a stranger would be in your bed.

“Yeah, it’s me.” You breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Are you feeling alright?”

“I don’t know. But I do know that it is horribly cold in the TARDIS, and you are always so warm, and I didn’t want to be alone again.” In your sleepiness, you turned around to face The Doctor and pushed her onto her back before crawling up to lay on her chest. 

“Well, I should warm you up, then.” You mumbled into The Doctor’s chest. You were unaware of how flustered this caused The Doctor to become. But eventually, The Doctor wrapped her arms around you and the two of you fell asleep.

“Good morning, Doctor.” You woke up curled into The Doctor’s neck.

“Good morning, lo - Y/n.” The Doctor responded. Her voice was deeper and a little raspy. You wanted to hear her sound like that every morning.

“Did you sleep well?”

“I think that was the best sleep I’ve ever had.” The Doctor said solemnly.

“Really?!” You popped your head up from The Doctor’s chest to look at her face. Your happiness upon hearing The Doctor’s confession made The Doctor smile.

“Yeah. You are a very comforting presence, even when sleeping.”

“I think that was the best sleep I’ve ever had, too, Doctor.” The Doctor brushed a hand down your face. She couldn’t believe that this was happening. After everything that she had been through, she didn’t feel deserving of having you in her arms or sleeping in your bed.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course, Doctor! I would never lie to you.” You both looked at each other longingly, adjusting closer to each other every once in a while, in hope that something more would happen this morning. But then your alarm started blaring, making you remove yourself from The Doctor’s arms. Unfortunately, you had to get up and prepare for the day, as did The Doctor. As you prepared all of the things you needed for your shower you spoke to The Doctor before she left your room.

“You know, you can sleep in my bed anytime you want.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Of course! I want you to be comfortable and happy, Doc.” The Doctor smiled at you and waved you a goodbye as a pledge to see you later that day. She might not be quite ready to open up fully to you yet, but she was getting there. And knowing that you would always be there for her made her feel so much safer. 

Today's my birthday!

For anyone who has been a fan of Doctor Who for any amount of time, do any of you have maladaptive daydreams or situations that you play over in your head that don’t really make any sense canonically? I can’t be the only one.

I watched The End Of Time when I was 10 and I had just had a death in the family so I did not take the death of The Doctor and the seeming death of The Master well at the time. So I created a story in my head that they both survived and they travelled together in the TARDIS (with me because it was my maladaptive daydream). 

Also, I just love EOT Simm!Master. No offence, but also all offence to Harold Saxon Simm!Master and Silver Simm!Master, but EOT Simm!Master is the best! I really want to know how EOT Simm!Master and the Time Lord Victorious Tennant!Doctor would react to each other in a domestic environment. Maybe together they could have saved/helped Donna?

I don’t know. I just like the gremlin hoodie boy.