Torturous Flirting

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master develops a crush on The Doctor’s companion, but his way of flirting is quite threatening which causes the Reader to have a panic attack.

Based On This Request - Anonymous requested - “Hi! May I ask for a soft fic with The Master where they hypnotise The Reader?”

Warnings - canon typical violence, kidnapping, threatening, hypnotism without consent

Word Count - 847

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! I will link the other fics inspired by this request HERE, if you would like to read them. I hope that you enjoy!

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The Master actually liked you. Which was surprising to him. He very rarely liked any of The Doctor’s companions and he definitely never felt anything like this toward one of The Doctor's little playthings. The Master was in denial about his crush on you. But every so often he would find himself daydreaming about you.

The Master didn’t know how to deal with these feelings. He rarely developed feelings for anyone, let alone a companion of his best enemy. So, naturally, he separated you from your friends, tied you to a chair and threatened to torture you. That was clearly the best way for him to confess his feeling for you.

You were currently mechanically handcuffed to a rigid and cold metal chair. The tranquilliser that The Master used to knock you out and kidnap you was wearing off, but its effects were still messing with your mind. Your vision was still blurred, but you could hear the pacing steps of The Master circling you.

“Well, well, well … The Doctor’s little pet … Finally awake.”

“Let me go.” You slurred.

“And why would I do that, love?” The Master leant down to peer into your eyes. To you, maybe because of the drugs you were on or maybe just the whole situation, The Master looked menacing, like he was trying to look into your soul. In actually, though, The Master was inspecting your features to see if the tranquilliser was wearing off properly. He wanted to trap you in order to tease you about both of your growing healings for each other, not cause you to have an allergic reaction to an alien substance.

“Just don’t do this!” You exclaimed, more frustrated about not being able to move rather than being taunted by The Master.

“That doesn’t sound like a good reason to me. What makes you think that I will let you go when I could just torture you and kill you.” The Master booped your nose, so as to see how well your reflexes have adapted to the drugs in your system. You flinched back as much as you could, so the drugs were indeed wearing off as they were meant to. The Master leant back and began circling you again.

With the tranquilliser still in your system, though, it was making you more paranoid than normal. You began looking around for an exit and started pulling roughly against your restraints, along with beginning to breathe heavily and heave breaths. You felt like the room was closing in on you and the restraints felt like they were tightening around your body.

As soon as The Master saw the state you were in, he realised how much he messed up. Quickly, The Master ran to help you.

“Woah, woah, now. Don’t do that.” The Master yelled in a panic state, but you were too consumed by your panic to react to him.

The Master quickly unclasped the handcuffs attaching you to the chair. Then, with his alien strength, safely carried you from the chair so you were now laying on the cold ground.

The Master had one hand cradling your head and his thumb rested against your temple and his other hand was placed over your heart. He then pressed his forehead against yours and sent waves of calming hypnotism into your mind until he felt your heartbeat slow to a normal Human pace.

“Come on, my little Human. Nothing’s going to happen to you.” The Master spoke as he leant back a bit, he inspected your body for any signs of harm.

“Really?” You squeaked out the question and creaked your eyes open. The light in the room was shining too brightly into your eyes. The Master saw this and leaned forward, closer to your face, in order to block the light from hitting your eyes.

“Really. It was just a bit of teasing, flirting if you will. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The Master continued to caress your face, near your temple.

“I wouldn’t call that teasing. It was more like torture.” You joked.

“I haven’t interacted with Human beings in a long time. I’m trying my best.”

“I should teach you about Human flirting, then. Some time.”

“Sometime very soon I expect.” The Master smirked hopefully. You nodded, blessed out and still a little hazy. But then you heard the distant yelling from The Doctor. Despite the anxiety attack you just experienced, you really didn’t want this moment to end with The Master.

“Are you prepared to be questioned by The Doctor at this moment?” The Master asked while peering into your eyes with concern.

“I don’t think so.”

“You can always stay in my TARDIS for a bit. We can go to a relaxing planet and then I can return you to The Doctor. She will never know that you agreed to travel with me, I will simply say that I kidnapped you.”

“I’d like that.” You smiled genuinely. The Master then smiled his classic cheeky smile before scooping you up into his arms and caring you to his TARDIS.

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Sunlight

Frenchie x Reader

Summary - The Reader wakes up with sun in their eyes.

Warnings - light sensitivity/overstimulation

Word Count - 647

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

This is purely self-indulgent because I am really sensitive to light and get overstimulated by it sometimes. Also, I noticed that Frenchie uses his scarf to cover his eyes in the scene at the end of episode 1 and I thought he was cute.

Not my gif. All credits to the gif maker.

The sky began to lighten as the sun rose above the horizon. A soft salty breeze drifted through the air of the early dawn. It was going to be a calming day at sea, it appeared, but you still didn’t like being up this early. You weren’t used to this routine or lifestyle yet. Just as your mind began to wander and think about what your day would be filled with; the sunlight skipped across the sea and shone directly into your eyes. You grumbled, closed your eyes quickly, and shifted to hide your face in Frenchie’s overshirt.

Frenchie had told you many times before to put a cloth over your eyes, if you were to sleep on the deck of The Revenge with him. He had even suggested asking Captain for one of his many sleep masks, which Stede would probably be happy to lend or even give to you. You always made excuses, however, for why you didn’t need something like that. In situations like the one you were in now, you would just hide into Frenchie’s neck or chest to keep from being tormented by the light. And during the day you would try to work below deck until sunset or shield your eyes as much as you possibly could without your duties being inhibited. You didn’t think it was that big on an issue, but was always looking out for you.

Frenchie understood your sensitivity to light. He himself would get overstimulated by the sun and some candlelight sometimes, which is why he always encouraged you to avoid intense sunlight instead of muscling through the sensitivity and then growing overstimulated, tired or even angry. Frenchie also asked you to use the light green scarf that he wore all the time to block out the sun, like he did when he grew overstimulated, but you always refused most times because you didn’t want to take one of his comfort items away from him. You couldn’t help but grow anxious over the idea of Frenchie needing to use his scarf when you were using it. You didn’t want him to suffer at your expense.

You felt Frenchie shift a bit and move you along with him. He was now laying on his side while you laid on his outstretched arm. Frenchie’s shoulder slightly blocked the rising sun from hitting your eyes so intensely. Even with your eyes closed, you were still distracted by the rising sun and the little burning dots of light that would float and circle in your field of vision. Suddenly, you felt a surprisingly soft piece of fabric wrap around your eyes. You couldn’t help but smile knowing that it was Frenchie’s scarf. You lifted up one side of the green cloth to look at the pirate you had grown to love.

“You didn’t have to do that, Frenchie”

“I wanted to, babe. Despite how much I love feeling curl into me, I don’t want you to be blinded. We have a full day at sea ahead of us.” Frenchie readjusted his scarf so it was covering your eyes fully again. And he placed his palm over where he had laid the cloth to make sure you wouldn’t remove his scarf from your eyes again.

“But you need it.”

“You need it more right now. Seeing as you are the one facing the sun. We’ll share it in future.” You were about to protest again, but Frenchie interrupted you with a kiss to the lips. You giggled and smiled and resigned in defeat, letting Frenchie win the scarf discussion. You then felt Frenchie kiss your cheek and then your forehead before he finally pulled you back into his side. Eventually, the two of you settled back into your makeshift bed on the deck of The Revenge and got a few extra minutes of sleep before the next day of sailing began.

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hauntingcryptids

2 years ago

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!”

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hauntingcryptids

2 years ago

New Dress

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader got a new dress on a whim and is excited to show The Doctor.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - nothing, just fluff. Me making up planets.

Word Count - 513

A/n - Feminine!Reader. This can be read as either a feminine gender neutral reader or a female reader, whatever makes you feel comfortable. Pre-established relationship. Requested by a lovely anon on my old Tumblr account.

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You twirled around in front of your mirror. You had just bought a new dress. It was a spur-of-the-moment impulsive decision, but now that you were seeing the dress on yourself, you were ecstatic about your purchase.

The dress was soft and black with billowy sleeves and a three-tiered skirt that reached just below your mid-thigh. Across the black expanse of the material, there was a decorative mix of embroidered suns, stars, moons, and constellations and printed purple, blue, orange and green nebulas and galaxies. You thought that it was beautiful!

When you saw this dress, you instantly thought of The Doctor. On the dress, over your heart, there was a Human imitation of the twin stars of Oliono. Oliono was the first place The Doctor took you once the two of you began travelling together. Specifically, she took you to view the twin stars from a special, star-viewing, observatory that the residents of Oliono invented. Much later, The Doctor took you to Oliono, and the observatory, again on your first date as a couple. You were so excited to show The Doctor this dress and you hoped that she liked it just as much as you did.

You suddenly heard the TARDIS wheeze and begin to materialise in your living room. You knew that The Doctor was going to pick you up today after a weekend with your Human friends, but you didn’t know when she would appear. You ran out of your bedroom to where The TARDIS would appear. You really wanted to know what The Doctor thought of your new dress.

The Doctor gasped upon seeing you and her face broke out into an ecstatic grin.

“Is today Christmas?” The Doctor asked as she quickly walked up to you and wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you closer to her. She was so entranced by you that she forgot to close the door to The TARDIS.

“No, Doctor. It’s not Christmas.” You giggled at The Doctor’s giddiness.

“It must be! How is it that I am able to see you in such a beautiful outfit on just a random day?”

“I just saw it and hoped that you would like it.”

“Like it? I love it! You look absolutely brilliant!” The Doctor looked down at you in the breathtaking outfit again. She crooked her head to the side when she noticed something. The Doctor then trailed her hand over the fabric close to your heart.

“Oliono? The twin stars!”

“Yeah, that’s why I bought this dress. It reminded me of you.” The Doctor jolted her head back up at you with wide, slightly watery eyes, before smiling brightly again. She then gently took your face in both of her hands and kissed you sweetly, completely full of love and admiration for you. Once the two of you parted, The Doctor offered you her hand and lead you to her TARDIS.

“Come on! I have so many things to show you. Plus, we should plan another excursion to Oliono, as a treat, yeah?”

“I wouldn’t want anything less, Doc.”

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hauntingcryptids

8 months ago

Ghost's Autumnal Bash 2024 Masterlist

Tuesday, 22 October 2024

Pumpkin Dreams - Simm!Master x Reader

Wednesday, 23 October 2024

Wait, This Is Good - Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Friday, 25 October 2024

Any Doctor x Reader

Monday, 28 October 2024

This Is Impossible - Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Tuesday, 29, October 2024

Jump In The Line, Or Rather Leaves - Smith!Doctor x Reader

Wednesday, 30 October 2024

Dhawan!master x Reader

Thursday, 31 October 2024

Fallen Leaf Hair - Maestro x Reader

Friday, 1 November 2024

TBD

Monday, 4 November 2024

TBD

Friday, 8 November 2024

TBD

Monday, 11 November 2024

TBD

Friday, 15 November 2024

TBD

Monday, 18 November 2024

TBD

Friday, 22 November 2024

TBD

Monday, 25 November 2024

TBD

Friday, 29 November 2024

TBD

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hauntingcryptids

2 years ago

So Where To First?

Smith!Doctor x Reader

Summary - After The Doctor saves you several times, you finally confess your feelings for him.

Based On This Request -

Prompts Used - #15. A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

Warnings - canon typical violence

Word Count - 1129

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

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You had met The Doctor many times before. For some reason, the two of you always ended up in the same place at the same time. However, the times that the two of you met were rarely peaceful. So many times you found yourself attacked by a random alien wanting to get to The Doctor, and every time, The Doctor saved you.

You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t have feelings for The Doctor. How could you not have feelings for the person who saved you random encounter after random encounter? But how could you possibly tell someone so monolithic that you had a crush on them and that you wished to see them in more intimate, less terrifying, circumstances? It seemed like such a daunting task to you.

Today would not be one of those less terrifying days for you, however. The day did start out normal. You went to the shops and got some groceries, cleaned your apartment and did some work for the upcoming Monday. But when you went to go for a little walk to the nearby park in order to stretch your legs and get out of your home an alien appeared out of nowhere and prepared to attack you. You didn’t know what to do. You tried to run away, but the alien crowded you in. You still tried to run away from it because it seemed slow and lumbering, but then the alien hit you over the head with the butt of their weapon. You didn’t knock out completely, but you were in no state to help yourself.

In your haze, you could feel the alien dragging you back to its ship. Then you heard a noise. The most beautiful noise in the Universe. A wheezing sound going in and out of time until it stabilised and then suddenly stopped. The Doctor was here. He was here to save you. But before you could actually rejoice in the fact that The Doctor had saved you, you fell asleep.

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You woke up in your bed, neatly tucked in under the covers. Your head felt completely fine as if nothing had ever happened. On your bedside table, there was a glass of water, a plate of Jammie Dodgers (one biscuit of the bunch had a bite taken out of it), and a vase of freshly cut flowers. You looked to the window and saw through the break in your curtains that the sun was still up but was clearly about to set.

Suddenly, a crash rumbled throughout your apartment, originating from the kitchen. You then heard a shout that sounded like The Doctor talking to himself. You were instantly relieved. At least a stranger hadn’t broken into your home.

You grumbled stiffly out of bed and wrapped a quilt that you had never seen before around your sour body. You assumed that The Doctor had given you some alien medicine that treated your probable concussion, but it caused you to feel a bit stiff. Before you left your bedroom, though, to see what The Doctor was doing in the kitchen, you snatched a Jammie Dodger a quickly gobbled it down.

Upon padding into the kitchen, you saw The Doctor running around the place making some delicious-smelling food. He wasn’t wearing his statement jacket, just his button-down shirt, braces, and bowtie. He brushed his hair back and looked behind him, briefly making eye contact with you. He turned back around to the food he was preparing but did a double take and then excitedly said hello to you once he fully realized that you were now in the room with him.

“Ah! Y/n! You’re awake! I was hoping that you would be soon so I would have to wake you up. I made you some dinner.”

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to do any of this, Doctor.”

“Of course I did. Don’t be ridiculous.”

The Doctor then instructed you to sit and relax while he finished making you dinner before serving it to you with his unique brand of dramatic flair. The two of you then ate contently, exchanging polite conversation intermingled with The Doctor’s explanation of what had happened to you early that day. But eventually, you both finished eating meaning that The Doctor would probably have to be leaving soon. Something in your brain must have clicked while you were asleep; you needed to confess your feelings to the person you cared about most in the Universe.

“Can I do something that I have been meaning to do for a while?” You asked hopefully.

“Ooo, yes, please! I love new things. Always have. You got a new thing; I will race to try it!” The Doctor rambled as you stood up and rounded the corner of the table until you were directly in front of The Doctor. You could tell that The Doctor was going to continue to talk about how much he loved trying new things, so you leaned down and kissed The Doctor. In the kiss, you channelled all your gratitude for him and all the growing feelings you had for him. Eventually, you ended the kiss with a bite to The Doctor’s bottom lip and then licked where you bit him before retreating back to your seat.

The Doctor looked at you shocked for a moment before jolting up from his seat. He ran out of your kitchen toward the front door of your flat before running back to you.

“I’ll be back in a tick, I promise. Do you trust me?” You nodded bittersweetly. You trusted him, of course you did, but you were hoping for something bigger in response. A second later, though, you heard the same wheezing sound you heard before going in and out of your kitchen. Suddenly The Doctor’s TARDIS appeared in your kitchen. You were already amazed because you had never seen The TARDIS in action before, but then The Doctor bolted out from the doors of his ship.

“Tadah!! Do you like it?”

“Like it? Doctor, I love it!”

“Would you like to travel with me, then?”

“Really?” You never thought that The Doctor would ever invite you onto his ship.

“Yes! Of course! I’d love to travel with you, Y/n.” The Doctor kneeled down to where he was level with you in your chair and then caressed your face before pecking your lips. He then kissed your nose and let his head rest against yours. Your face broke out into a cheek-hurting smile before you tackled The Doctor into a hug. He quickly stood up to avoid falling over onto your kitchen floor and reciprocated the action. He then spun you around a couple of times before setting you down.

“So where to first?”

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