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Drumming Noise Inside My Head

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Drums are raging in The Master’s head and The Reader comforts him.

Warnings - The Master’s Drums, The Master being insecure/depressed/sad/stressed

Word Count - 2229

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. This was inspired by The Drumming Song by Florence & The Machine. This song always reminded me of The Master, so I just thought I should write a fic based on it.

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The Master couldn’t believe that you wanted to be with him. He was brash and impulsive. He had a tendency to be rude and not aware of other people’s emotions. And, obviously, he was a murderer who constantly created various plans to destroy planets, galaxies, and, of course, his best enemy. Despite all of that though, here you were, travelling along the ride of life with him for a reason that he could not understand.

The Master was naturally suspicious, ever since he was young. Maybe it was an effect of looking into the Time Vortex at such a young age and The Drums that invaded his mind since that event, or maybe The Master was just like this, or even something else responsible. Maybe everyone and everything in The Master’s life just led him to be so suspicious.

The Master’s parents, from as far back as he could remember, had stuffed his head full of the fear that everyone would want to steal their power and wealth as a familial line if given the chance; therefore no one could be trusted. The Time Wars then enforced this ideology. So many of the Gallifreyan leaders were stabbed in the back by underlings who wished to have more power and their planet being in chaos gave them the opportunity. 

Again, The Master beginning to scheme and plot reinforced his mindset that no one could be trusted. Of course, he was also trying to take over many people. But he was brought up with the belief that, as a Time Lord, he had the right to be at the forefront of making history, no matter what other people believed.

Maybe it was his time alone in space that really forged his nature. Though The Master could never be sure of the real reason why he acted the way he did, he just continued to act so as to not go crazy in the emptiness of space.

The Master’s suspicious nature never died down upon meeting you either. You were always kind and patient with The Master, but so many other people in The Master’s past pretended to be kind and patient in order to use him. Though you had so many opportunities to manipulate him, or try to, that is, but you never did. So maybe you could be trusted after all.

The Master did eventually will himself to trust you enough in order to interact with you during his O persona. Then to tell you who he truly was. Then his trust grew enough to allow you onto his TARDIS. And then to begin dating you. 

Even though his trust in you did grow exponentially, The Master could never shake all of his insecurities away. Either his Drums would flare up and he would question everything that led to this moment in time or vice versa. The Master, unfortunately for himself, could never resist the urge to question his entire life, which always lead to a massive drumbeat-filled headache.

The Master refused to tell you about The Drums. The only person who really knew about The Drums was The Doctor, and she had a history of not believing the severity of the drumbeat inside The Master’s mind. And after Rassilon and the leaders of Gallifrey accused him of being insane and diseased for the noise in his mind, the noise they gave him, The Master assumed that everyone would see him as weak and monstrous for something he did not choose to have. The last thing he wanted was for you to run from him. You were the only person left in his life. And The Master, even though he was still sceptical of you, had grown very fond of you. He might even conjecture that he loved you, if he even knew what that feeling was. But whatever he was feeling was very similar to what billions of romantics had described as love. Perhaps, telling you about the truth of his mind would not be as devastating as The Master feared.

The Drums were particularly loud today. They have been echoing around his brain since he woke up this morning. Unlike some of his previous regenerations, The Drums weren’t always this bad, but The Master would have some horrible days still. 

The Drums were already raging in The Master’s head by the time you woke up. He had tried to stay quiet while being with you, but he eventually needed to distract himself, so he picked up the book he left on the bedside table and tried to focus and read until you woke up. Once you had, The Master quickly placed the book back on the bedside table. He hadn’t progressed very far in it and that was only making the drumbeat and his insecurities worse. All The Master wanted at the moment was your attention, which you happily gave him.

After a brief moment of cuddling, you got up to take a shower. You, in your tired state, assumed that today was like any normal day and that The Master was feeling perfect and well. 

The Master informed you that he would take a shower in his own bedroom, which wasn’t abnormal. He would do this often if he had a plan in mind so he could easily run out of the shower and write down whatever idea he had. So, again, you thought nothing of his act. You, however, had never actually been to his room. The TARDIS always kept it hidden, but you never pushed her or her Master on why that was the case.

Before leaving your room, though, The Master said that he would either be working in his study or in The TARDIS console room or the storage rooms. It was a lie, of course. After The Master’s long shower, he dried himself off and then cocooned himself within the many blankets on his bed. 

The Master did feel bad for not telling you the truth. You deserved his honesty. He just didn’t want to worry you. In the back of his mind, however, The Master worried that you didn’t care at all. He couldn’t help but think that he was unworthy of your kindness and love, if your feelings were even real. The Master continued to debate your love for him and all of his failings in his life until he eventually dozed off into a troubling and nightmare-filled nap.

You needed to ask The Master something a couple of hours after you woke up that morning. It wasn’t too important. It was just something small related to your job on Earth. But you wanted to complete the project you were working on today. 

You looked in The Master’s office, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then you looked in the console room, but still nothing. Finally, you walked all the way down into the dark storage rooms, and still, The Master was nowhere to be seen.

You felt The TARDIS urging you out of the room and toward another part of the ship. You followed her instructions without question. The TARDIS’s telepathic services rang throughout your mind when you walked out of the storage rooms with a confused huff. She kindly led you through her wandering halls to an unknown room. You asked telepathically if The Master was in the room, and she responded that he was. 

So, you knocked on the door, but there was no response. The TARDIS urged you to just open the door, and you did. The room looked like a normal bedroom, at least from what you could see of it because the lights were all out. There was an outline bed, wardrobes, and a desk, but there was no sign of The Master.

“Can you please close the door?” You jumped a bit upon hearing The Master’s voice, which sounded broken and sad. You really didn’t think that he was in the room, but you did as he asked without question. 

“Master? Are you okay?” You walked forward a bit into the dark of the room but stayed reliably close to the door.

“I’m fine. You can just go about your day, Y/n.” You huffed, knowing that The Master was deflecting. You slowly walked around the bed, after making out the fact that the mound of the bed was in fact The Master. He was mainly sleeping on the side of the bed that The Master always slept on when the two of you shared a bed, so you stayed on your side of the bed as well. You lend down into a kneeling position and looked at the breathing mound of blankets. You wanted to give The Master space, but also look him in the eye, if possible. You suddenly felt determined to get to the bottom of The Master’s depressive episodes. He had been hiding for far too long.

“I’m not going to leave you like this. Now, what’s wrong, Master?”

“It doesn't matter.”

“It does matter. Something’s wrong and I want to make it better if I can.”

“Just hold me.” You heard The Master choke out after a long silence. He lifted up the side of the blankets you were closest to, allowing you to crawl under The Master’s many blankets. Even in the darkness, you could see that The Master was holding himself and he was shaking a bit. You quickly wrapped your body around his and just held him. Sometimes, you kissed his forehead and brought a hand through his hair, but The Master was still shaking. Seeing him like this terrified you. Seeing the person you loved so broken looking was hurting you to your core. You just wanted to help The Master.

“Master, please just give me a hint as to what’s going on so I can be useful. It doesn’t have to be everything, but what’s going on? I haven’t seen you like this before.”

“Have I ever told you about The Drums?” The Master said in a strained voice. You responded with a confused ‘no.’

“The Untempered Schism?” Again, you responded with a confused ‘no.’

“What about the Time Vortex?”

“Just that that is what we travel through. Why?”

The Master explained The Drums to you, slowly because he was still in pain. He explained how he looked into the Untempered Schism as a child and that’s when the drumbeat first began to plague his mind. Finally, he explained everything that the Drums did to him, both minor consequences and major symptoms. Everything that The Master had to experience broke your heart, but the mention of the drumbeat piqued your curiosity.

“Is this what I have been hearing sometimes?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sometimes, when we are cuddling or reading together or just at random times when I am with you, I hear a drum beat in my head. It’s always four beats. It’s steady and soft in the background. I hear it now actually.”

“Does it scare you?”

“No. It calms me down. It reminds me of you, Master.” The Master hummed; he didn’t understand why you could hear The Drums or why you weren’t worried about it. However, The Master was too drained to process either of those realities fully, so he just accepted it. He was staring off into space when you cupped his face in your hands. The Drums, when they were raging, caused him to not process things fully. Like there was a loud fog in his head and it made him feel horrible. But you were making all of this period more bearable.

You brushed your palm through his disgruntled hair, and then delicately caressed his face again. The Master closed his eyes; he always grew more relaxed in your presence.

“I love you.” The Master whispered vulnerably.

“I love you, Master.” You saw him smile bittersweetly and a stray tear rolled down his face. You wiped it away and kissed his forehead before cuddling The Master once more. 

“Do you want to take a nap?” The Master nodded into you.

“Do you want to be alone?” The Master shook his head “no,” but then immediately groaned when an intense pain erupted through his head. You told The Master that you were going to get him some more painkillers and water before you took your nap. It took some convincing for The Master to actually let you go, but you ensured him that you would return quickly.

You made sure that The Master took the medication and drank some water. You knew that in times like these it was your responsibility to take care of him, and you were happy to do it. You wanted to make sure that The Master was safe and healthy and happy, just like how he had always made you feel when you were feeling low.

The two of you then laid back down together on The Master’s bed and shuffled around a bit before you found a comfortable position. The Master ended up laying on top of you, with his head over your heart and your hands either rubbed circled on his back or played with his hair. In this environment, it was easy for the two of you to fall into a deep slumber. And, when The Master woke up, many hours later, The Drums were gone and his mind was clear and calm, all because of your care.

If the Master is russias greatest love machine is that a canon confirmation that he fucks?

I mean that’s the logical conclusion right?!?

31 Fics Of Fright

Day 12- Forever

Dhawan!Master X Reader

Prompt: Fangs

Notes: All throughout I couldn’t help but think of the quote from Dracula- “Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose?” As I thought it was quite fitting. It also fits the Master so well!

Warnings: Slight hypnosis, suggestive themes

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Choosing You

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Master kidnaps The Reader hoping to seduce them, but you will always choose The Doctor.

Based On This Request -

Promts Used - #24. Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Warnings - Kidnapping, references to sexual activities, making out, Minor DNI!

Word Count - 912

A/n - Again, I think that this is more of a gender neutral reader, but I hope that you enjoy it nonetheless. Requested on my old Tumblr by a lovely anon!

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You groaned in pain as a migraine bubbled to the surface of your brain. It was clear to you what was going on; you were working off the last remains of a tranquiliser while being tightly tied to a chair facing a grinning Master. Given how many times The Master kidnapped you in this way, you would have hoped that you would have gained some sort of residence to the tranquiliser, but you hadn’t. You always woke up uncomfortable and with a massive headache.

“Well well well, look what I found wandering a dangerous planet all by themselves. We really have to stop meeting like this, love.”

“You wouldn’t dream of not kidnapping me if given the chance.”

“Think highly of yourself, do you?”

“Clearly you think highly of me. That’s why you haven’t killed me.”

“Yet.” The Master cocked his head to the side and look you up and down hungrily. You rolled your eyes. You could tell that he was trying to be threatening, but you knew that he was undressing you with his eyes.

“Just let me go and nothing bad will happen to you.”

“Let you go? But why in space would I do that?” The Master began sauntering over to where you were tied up.

“The Doctor will get me back and your plan will fail again.”

“Will that really happen?”

“Yes, it will.”

“But I just want you, Y/n.” That made you freeze. You had suspected that The Master had feelings for you, but given how he usually acts, you could never be sure.

“I don’t need some big destructive plan to be happy, I just need you.” The Master lent down and cupped your cheek.

“I have grown very fond of you. And I think that you have grown very fond of me, too.” The Master's voice was soft and sultry. You could hear his genuineness in his voice, and that’s what terrified you.

He moved his hand over to your lips and then brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly, causing The Master to smirk. He snuck his thumb into your mouth. You then saw your chance and you took it. You bit The Master’s thumb. Hard. Your kidnapper then screamed out in pain and stumbled back toward his TARDIS console.

“You bit me! Kinky. The Doctor would not approve.”

“I disagree. She quite likes the pressure.” The Master’s glare darkened upon hearing your suggestive statement.

“I have some business to take care of, murder weapons and such, you know how it is. Don’t go anywhere.” The Master grumbled out of the console room, his fists balled tightly. 

As soon as he was gone, The TARDIS broke your restraints. She always helped you get away from The Master, and you thanked her greatly before leaving the ship and running off to find The Doctor. Thankfully, it didn’t take you long until you ran into your strange alien companion searching everywhere for you.

“I thought that I lost you!” The Doctor scolded as she ran toward you. She enveloped you in a hug as soon as the two of you were in front of each other.

“I’d never let that happen and you know it!”

“But The Master? How did you get away?”

“My genius. Plus a little help from his TARDIS. Also, I may or may not have bit The Master’s thumb to distract him.”

“You bit him.”

“He deserved it! He was flirting with me, so I had to prove that I’m yours Doctor.” The Gallifreyan smiled sweetly and then kissed delicately.

“I love you!”

“I love you more, Doc.” The Doctor held out her open palm and you enthusiastically took her hand. She quickly bounded into a run and lead you to her TARDIS.

Upon entering The Doctor’s ship, she instantly grasped your face with both hands and smashed her lips into yours. You responded passionately and pulled The Doctor closer to you by her hips. You then brushed your tongue over The Doctor’s bottom lip teasingly. The Doctor opened her mouth and dove her tongue into your mouth, quickly defeating you in the fight for dominance. You moaned into The Doctor’s mouth and grabbed her hair with one hand and her shoulder with the other in order to ground yourself. The Doctor then moved one of her hands to the back of your head and the other to your torso to grope your chest. The Doctor then walked you backwards until your back was steadily against the wall.

“Don’t run away like that again!” The Doctor groaned when you broke away from the kiss for air.

“I was just trying to help you, though.”

“Well, helping me is fine, but not like that. Gotta keep you safe with me. Otherwise, I’ll lock you in the TARDIS.”

“Ooo, that could be fun!” You nipped at The Doctor’s neck, then placed a kiss on the spot you bit.

“Y/n! I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Come on, you have to admit that you would like to see me tied up in our bed. There’s no way for The Master to get me from all the way in there.” You sultrily whispered into The Doctor’s ear. The Doctor nipped at your neck in retaliation before tossing you over her shoulder and carrying you to your shared bedroom. The adventure the two of you were on would have to wait; the both of you had love express first.

Waking Up Beside The Two Of You

Edward Teach x Reader x Stede Bonnet

Summary - The Reader wakes up in the arms of their boyfriends.

Warnings - nothing, I think, just fluff

Word Count - 439

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested.

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A calming purple cloud swam around your head as you rode on the back of a dolphin through the sky. You were dreaming, you knew that, but you didn’t want this fantastical fiction to end. Though, you did wonder what was going on around your sleep-ridden form. 

A few voices drifted in and out of your ears. It was Ed and Stede. You could tell that it was them even in your dreamy state. Conversations about pirates and plans were being had by the voices, causing the dreamworld you were in to shift to a fanciful version of the pirate life. Just you, Stede and Ed sailing a flying ship through the purple clouds. Occasionally, one of you would pull the other into each other's arms and dance and kiss on the deck while sailing to your next adventure. 

Some sunspots began to shine through your dream and some of your partner’s conversations began to echo in your mind more clearly. You knew that you were beginning to wake up now. 

“What if we created a multi-barrel cannon? Multiple barrels for multiple shots meaning more damage.” Ed gestured. 

“Revolutionary!” Stede whisper-shouted slightly louder than he and Ed had wished.

“Shush! Don’t wake them up, man!”

Despite Ed’s statement, you stirred. Most of your dream world disappeared into the darkness, but the images of your boyfriends remained in your mind. With your eyes still closed, your arms stretched out into the air, and you felt a hand on each arm caressing your skin.

“Good morning, dear.” Stede welcomed you as soon as you opened your eyes.

“Mornin’, love!” Ed winked at you before continuing to speak.

“Finally joined us in the world of the awakened, I see.”

“Good morning Blackbeard and The Gentleman Pirate.” You often teased them with their pirate names, especially as cheeky morning hellos and nighttime goodnights.

“Did you sleep well?” Stede asked genuinely.

“I had very interesting and pleasant dreams. What about you two?”

“We were just planning out some brand new weapons.” Stede was very excited, more than usual one might argue.

“Well … I don’t know if it’s new, but it will scare the life outta our enemies, I’d say!” 

“You must tell me what you are planning!” 

“After breakfast you two. We have to be all ship shape … ahhhh … before we get to the pirating.” Stede lept out of bed excitedly while you and Ed shared a jokingly-annoyed look about Stede’s horrible pun. The three of you, once fully out of bed, then ventured over to Stede’s secret wardrobe in order to get dressed before enjoying your breakfast and morning together. 

My 1 single critism rn is how they kept refering to the Doctor as Male? Or like implying a weird gender binary in the same breath as talking about non-binary identity

It waw... a bit cringe. Like it was clearly trying very hard and it was a good attempt. But there was something a bit cringe about it yknow. The vibes were not quite there.

The ending especially was giving your parent trying very hard to use the right words, and you appreciate it!! but god you can tell theyre not quite getting it 😭😭

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Anonymous said - Hello how are you? I would like to please request a dhawan!master x reader request where the Master has to go and do something dangerous but he doesn’t want you going with them, they need to make it so you stay in the TARDIS. (Maybe the Master has tried to hypnotise the reader and the reader has said something like “I know what you’ll do if I look into your eyes.”) Maybe he could trick the reader into being hypnotised or use another method to keep the reader safe. Have a great night/day. P.s If you’re not comfortable then I understand.

(The image above is my copy of the request because I accidentally posted it too early and deleted it.)

Hello! Thank you for requesting, anon! I am finally getting this fic posted! I have had it finished for a bit now, but I had multiple anxiety attacks through the editing process on top of everyday executive dysfunction. So, I am really sorry that this took so long to post, but I hope that you enjoy this fic.

I will post this fic on Friday and link it below once it is posted.

Safety Over Teamwork - Dhawan!Master x Reader - Saturday, 22 July 2023

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Martha Jones x Reader

Summary - The reader randomly gets sick and Martha plays doctor for them.

Based On This Request - Anonymous requested - “Hey, I was wondering if I could put in a request? I would love to see a Martha Jones x Gender Neutral!Reader of Martha taking care of the reader while they’re sick. Just very sweet fluff. I’ve been feeling terrible lately and it would make my day. Thank you!”

Warnings - the reader being sick/not feeling well

Word Count - 1154

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon. I hope that you like this. I don’t know how well I wrote Martha, so I’m sorry if she is out of character. But I just thought that this was cute.

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Everything felt wrong. You couldn’t find the right words to describe how you felt, but things did not feel right. Your nose was running, your throat was sore, your head felt heavy, and your chest felt tight. Sometimes, intense pain would rush through your skull, so intense that it would make you feel like crying. You desperately wanted to get up and grab a glass of water from your personal kitchen in The TARDIS, but you were suddenly overcome with chills and all you could do was bundle yourself in your blankets.

There was a soft knock on your bedroom door, but you elected to ignore it. You chose to cocoon into your blanket nest even more as another wave of chills overcame you. If it was The Doctor at your door, then he could just go on an adventure with Martha, instead. He didn’t need you, definitely not today. The person on the other side of your door knocked again, and again you ignored it. A couple of moments after you refused to respond, The TARDIS opened the door for whoever was behind it. 

“Y/n? The Doctor has this grand idea to - Y/n, are you alright?” Martha entered your room quickly, excitedly rambling about what The Doctor had planned, but when she saw you huddled on your bed, she forgot whatever thought she was so excited to tell you about. Martha rushed over to you and kneeled beside your bed to try to look at your face. Seeing you like this, instantly she was worried for you.

“Martha, I’m fine. Just a bit tired.” You removed yourself from your cocoon and sat up in bed, trying to appear normal and healthy. 

“What does The Doctor have planned for today?” You asked with a strained voice. Martha looked at you incredulously. She saw how bloodshot your eyes were and noticed the stuffiness of your breathing.

“Are you sure that you are all right? Because if you aren’t -” You cut off the woman you had been harbouring a crush on and finally moved from your bed. 

“Martha, I’m fine. Trust me.” You tried to stand up straight and pull a dramatic pose as if to prove our point, but then your head felt light and fuzzy. You ended up leaning to the side and then stumbled backwards a bit as if to try and catch yourself. Your healthy facade was already thoroughly broken, but then a coughing fit hit you and you had to sit down back down on your bed.

“Alright now, lie back down.” Martha directed you sternly.

“Am I going to be alright?” You muttered, fully accepting defeat and just letting Martha know that you weren’t feeling well.

“Of course you will be. I know what I’m doing.”

“What if it’s some weird space illness? Should we get The Doctor? Am I going to die?” Martha quickly placed her hand over your mouth, which was covered by a couple of layers of tissues, to silence your rambling outburst of questions.

“You are showing signs of the simple Earthly flu. No space illness. We don’t need The Doctor. I have got everything covered. You are going to be perfectly fine in my care, Y/n.” Martha threw the tissues into your small garbage bin by your bed and then stood to retrieve the medical kit that was automatically housed in every bedroom in The TARDIS. She returned to your side quickly and went through all of the procedures her medical teachers told her to complete. She took your temperature and checked your blood pressure and heart rate. Once confirming everything she needed to know, Martha gave you some medicine to start you on the recovery process but continued a bit more testing. She wanted to be extra conscious intending to you. Martha had grown quite fond of you over your time together on the alien ship with The Doctor.

“You have a nicer bedside manner than I thought you would.” You said after finishing the artificial-looking red medicine.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Martha’s doctor persona quickly broke upon hearing your comment.

“You can be quite harsh to The Doctor and villains on adventures. But it's okay, I like when you get a bit harsh.”

“Oh really now?” Martha quirked a smile.

“Don’t hold that against me. I’m sick remember? You better not be going around telling anyone who will listen about how sick me confessed that I enjoy a little harshness.”

“I won’t tell a soul.” Martha smiled genuinely before quietly finishing checking you over and then she gave you any extra things that you might need in order to get better, with some help from The TARDIS, of course.

“Can you stay with me?” You asked Martha as she began to walk out of your room.

“That breaches so many appropriate doctor/patient relations.” Martha joked.

“Just forget about being Doctor Jones for a moment and just be Martha and cuddle me.”

“I don’t know.” Martha mumbled. She read the labels on the medicines she gave you and confusion was labelled as a possible side effect. She didn’t want to make you feel awkward or uncomfortable while you were vulnerable, let alone ever. The TARDIS, though, telepathically reassured Martha and told her that you were of sound mind. Probably a bit more honest than usual because of your sickness.

“Please.” You begged. You could see Martha’s resolve breaking before you.

“Ugh, why must you be so convincing?!” Martha walked around to the other side of your bed, so you could remain close to all the medicines and tissues on your bedside table. You watched as Martha climbed in beside you.

“Turn over.” Martha placed her hands on your sides and helped you adjust to where you were lying on your side facing the bedside table. Then you felt Martha settle beside you until she was cuddling you from behind.

“So you are a big spoon, Doctor Jones?”

“I’m off duty, remember, just Martha. But I don’t want to get sick, so I’m not going to face you.”

“Aww, come on! Really?” You jokingly whined. You understood Martha’s position completely. You were surprised that she actually agreed to stay with you, but you were overjoyed to not be alone while you were not feeling well.

“Maybe some other time.”

“I’m going to hold you to that promise, Martha. I expect an extravagant cuddle date once I’m feeling better.” 

“Anything for you, sicky.” You huffed at the nickname, but Martha laughed into your back and that instantly made you feel better. If you felt less sick and tired at that moment, you would have said that Martha’s laugh was the best medicine in the universe, but that would have to wait for when you awoke later. 

You fell asleep in Martha’s arms, completely comfortable despite your sickness. With Martha holding you closely you knew that you could get through this.

If you have time can you please do something with Dhawan master or thirteenth doctor (up to you) dancing with (they/them) reader, reader stumbles a bit as they dance but is trying their best (headcannon or oneshot whatever is easier for you/what you want to do❤️)

How about both?! I made both. 

The Dhawan!Master version is a bit darker than the Whittaker!Doctor version, but I hope that you enjoy both. Thank you so much for requesting! I really enjoyed writing both of these.💜

Fall For Me - Dhawan!Master x Reader Version

First Proper Date - Whittaker!Doctor x Reader Version