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Ghost's Autumnal Bash 2024

General Autumnal Bash Info

This bash will take place from October to November. 

I will be posting fics every Monday and Friday, along with some Holidays and planned special days(like the 17th of October due to the Hunter’s Moon appearing that night).

If I miss a posting day I will either post on Saturday or the next closest posting day.

And sleepover questions will be posted on Saturdays.

Frightful Fic Info

When requesting you can either be specific or vague. Just please remember to state what prompt you are requesting.

I gave brief descriptions of the prompt, but this Autumnal Bash is meant to be chill and fun.

So if you have any ideas relating to the prompt that I haven’t listed, I will happily accept that.

For example, the prompt Skull involves candy. I didn’t list trick or treating in the brief description so as to not make it confusing with the Trick or Treat prompt. But if you want to specify a trick or treating fic under the Skull prompt, that counts :) 

If a prompt doesn’t match the description, I’ll try to reach out to you, if possible, and get something worked out with your fic(s) so you get something that you will enjoy reading.

But you can also be vague: just requesting a prompt and allowing me to choose a character and a setting that I think connects is fully acceptable.

If there are multiple requests of the same prompt(and the same character requested), I might combine them depending on the requests. 

But if there are multiple, seperate fics then I will most likely post those requests on the same day to keep the theme of the day consistent.

Again, I just want this to be a fun little thing for me and my community during this time of year to bring something exciting to the table while I’m in school.

Accepting Requests Dates - 

October Requests - now until the 20th of October

November Requests - now until the 10th of November

Characters Available For This Bash

All Doctor Who(NuWho) Characters - including AU versions

Spooky Sleepover Saturdays Info

Questions can be asked at any time or as many times as you want. 

I will be posting my responses to everything on Saturdays, though. 

Again, as I said above, please remember to mention the prompt in your question.

Also, we don’t have to do sleepovers, I just thought that this would be fun :)

Ghost’s Frightful Fic Prompts

Trick or Treat - A fic involving your choice of Halloween themed angst or fluff

Skull - A fic involving candy or sweets

Black Cat - A fic involving or inspired by a superstition 

Spider - A fic involving an unwanted guest

Bat - A fic involving a spooky furry friend, animal, or stuffed animal

Ghoul - A fic involving decorating for Halloween or Halloween decorations

Vampire - A fic involving a Halloween themed drink(s)

Zombie - A fic involving a Halloween themed food(s)

Witch - A fic involving dressing up for Halloween, costume shopping, or anything involving a Halloween costume

Devil - A fic involving a character being betrayed 

Skeleton - A fic involving a Halloween party 

Pumpkin Patch - A fic involving pumpkins, a pumpkin patch, pumpkin carving or Jack ‘o’ Lanterns

Leaves - A fic involving playing in a pile of leaves, admiring the autumn leaf colours or that fallen leaf crunch

Apple Bobbing - A fic involving going to an Orchard, going apple bobbing, drinking apple cider, or getting a caramel apple

Corn Maze - A fic involving going to a corn maze, getting lost in a corn maze, getting lost in general, or even going on a hay bale ride

Bonfire - A fic involving a campfire, Bonfire night, roasting marshmallows, huddling in front of a fireplace for warmth, or candles

Pie - A fic involving baking: baking together, giving someone freshly baked dessert, or ordering dessert at a restaurant

Butternut Squash - A fic involving a savoury meal: soup, butternut squash pasta, or a Thanksgiving meal

Sweater - A fic involving borrowing another person’s sweater/jacket/scarf, the first day getting to wear a sweater, or a shopping day for new autumn clothing

Flannel - A fic involving blankets, pillows, or a sleepover

Thunderstorm - A fic involving a rainy day inside, getting caught in a downpour or anything with rain

Hot Chocolate - A fic involving a hot beverage

Frost - A fic involving the first cold day in Autumn, the first frost or first snow, or even a foggy afternoon (because I wanted to add fog as a separate thing, but ended up not doing that)

Extra Possible Prompts To Choose From - 

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice - Pick a character, line, or scene from either Beetlejuice movie to inspire a fic

A Night Of Fright Is No Delight - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Scooby Doo episode or any other Scooby Doo, Where Are You? episode to inspire a fic

It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Charlie Brown special to inspire a fic

The One With The Football - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Friends episode to inspire a fic

Doctor Who Day (23 November) - Pick a Doctor Who episode title or quote to inspire a fic

Hozier Song - Pick a Hozier song or song lyric to inspire a fic

Ghost Song - Pick a Ghost song or song lyric to inspire a fic 

Dead Man’s Party - Pick a song or song lyric from this Oingo Boingo album to inspire a fic

Horror Movie - Pick a horror movie to inspire a fic (caveat being that I had to have seen it, and I will quickly respond if I have not seen the movie)

Spooky Movie - Pick a spooky movie (a Halloween movie that isn’t a Horror movie) to inspire a fic (caveat being that I had to have seen it, and I will quickly respond if I have not seen the movie)

Ghost’s Spooky Sleepover Saturdays

I Was A Teenage Werewolf - Recommend a Halloween tradition or what is your favourite Halloween tradition? 

Goo Goo Muck - Recommend a song you associate with Halloween or what is your favourite Halloween song?

Weird Science - Recommend a movie or tv show that you associate with Halloween or what is your favourite Halloween to show or movie?

Monster Mash - What is your favourite band/artist, album or your favourite song?

Graveyard Smash - What song are you listening to or obsessed with right now?

Handbook For The Recently Deceased - What is your favourite book?

All Work And No Play - What book do you want to read or are excited for?

The Rocky Horror Picture Show - What is your favourite movie or tv show?

Poltergeist - What movie or tv show do you want to watch or are excited for?

Corpse Bride - Kiss Marry Kill

Scream - Fuck Marry Kill 

Twitches - Would you rather?

Casper - Favourite Character in a Fandom

Get Out - Least Favourite Character in a Fandom

The Lighthouse - What is your favourite ship?

Talk To Me - Tell me something about you

Hocus Pocus - Any other question you would like to ask me? (please keep it fun for the sleepover, message me if you have a serious question)

Planned Posting Schedule - 

Friday, 4 October 2024 - First Fic Posting Day

Saturday, 5 October 2024 - First Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 7 October 2024 

Friday, 11 October 2024 

Saturday, 12 October - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 14 October 2024 

Thursday, 17 October 2024 

Friday, 18 October 2024 

Saturday, 19 October 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 21 October 2024 

Friday, 25 October 2024 

Saturday, 26 October 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 28 October 2024 

Thursday, 31 October 2024 

Friday, 1 November 2024 

Saturday, 2 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 4 November 2024 

Tuesday, 5 November 2024 

Friday, 8 November 2024 

Saturday, 9 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 11 November 2024 

Friday 15 November 2024 

Saturday, 16 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 18 November 2024 

Friday, 22 November 2024 

Saturday, 23 November 2024 - Fic Posting Day and Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 25 November 2024 

Thursday, 28 November 2024 

Friday, 29 November 2024 - Final Fic Posting Day

Saturday, 30 November 2024 - Final Spooky Sleepover Saturday

* I will link everything, once it is posted, in a separate masterlist

** On said masterlist, that is where I will title the dates with their corresponding prompt.

*** If no one wants to do this, it’s totally fine. I just thought that it would be a cool thing to do.

Hi! I accidentally deleted the original request because I was trying to fix my Tumblr.

But anyway, thank you so much for this request! I made two versions. One is a softer fic, and the other is darker and more possessive.

I hope that you enjoy them!

Softer Version - Get Some Rest, Love - 11 November 2022

Darker Version - Trust In Me - 12 November 2022

Apology Desserts

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Doctor allows you to play your game, all the while planning an intricate and elaborate plan to win your heart.

Link to the first part of this trilogy - Baking Hijinks

Link to the second part of this trilogy - Scheming Timers

Warnings - slightly suggestive, very fluffy

Word Count - 2503

A/n - I hope that you enjoy this!

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You were incredibly gifted in hiding from The Doctor, especially with The TARDIS’s help. But, of course, you didn’t really need The TARDIS’s help to hide. The Doctor had taught you how to hide from danger and monsters and rogue aliens well. He should have suspected that you would have used your newfound skill against him one day. He knew that this wasn’t a menacing act delivered by you, it was more of a tease. If you weren't so mad at him because of his timer-themed tantrum, The Doctor would have tried to persuade you into playing a game of sexy hide ‘n’ seek, that is, if he could ever gain the courage to ask you out on a date first. Or given the current circumstances, if he could find you within his labyrinthian ship and win back your affection.

The Doctor knew that this was a game to provoke something and you were winning. Every second that passed, The Doctor wished to admit so many hidden feelings to you. He also knew that he had to do something big to end this stalemate and regain your favour. The Doctor was currently sitting in his study, having just torn down his planning board dedicated to finding The Master. He made a copy of one of his favourite pictures of the two of you and nailed it to the centre of the cleared board. He prepared to plan out the best way to woo you, but he couldn’t help but become distracted by our beautiful face smiling at the camera. The Time Lord smiled sweetly at the memory.

The photo was taken by an alien couple that thought the two of you were the cutest couple they had ever seen, even though you both vehemently denied being together. Despite that, when the picture was being taken, you held onto The Doctor so tightly. You leaned against him with your whole body and your arm was wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into you. The Doctor firmly kept his arm around your waist, but he resisted your pull completely. The Doctor noticed how your body felt against his, then, and he reconised the feelings that had been floating in his brain for some time. He leant back, almost a bit in shock, and stared in awe at your beautiful face. He couldn’t believe that it took him so long to notice how much you meant to him. That day, The Doctor knew that he was in love with you.

Your smile, in the photo and the memory, was infectious. The Doctor couldn’t stop looking at it! You were so excited and happy to be on that planet with him, exploring and existing in his world without fear or hesitation. Now that the doctor was looking at the picture more closely, he noticed something new. You could clearly see The Doctor looking longingly at your face, his eyes shining brightly with affection toward you. Looking back on it, that probably added to the alien couple’s assumption that the two of you were in love with each other, at least on The Doctor’s part. He mentally kicked himself for acting like a shy lovesick puppy, incapable of saying his feelings, but always following you around, instead of acting on his feelings, but he was determined to fix that now. The Doctor collected some strings and connected the dots between things you loved and things you and The Doctor shared together. He knew what he had to do to show that you should be with him.

The Doctor then went out on a little shopping adventure, coming back with items sold in bulk, hauling them toward his study. The Doctor told The TARDIS to keep you away from his private kitchen if you were to venture out. He did not think that you would break, but he wanted his surprise to not be spoiled in any way. True to her word, The TARDIS kept you away from The Doctor as he laid out his plan.

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You were beginning to grow bored with your plan. You really cared for The Doctor, more than you had ever cared for anyone. You loved The Doctor. That was obvious now. Before the moment when you really first showed your feelings when the two of you almost kissed in his private kitchen, you had always suppressed your feelings for him. You were rerouting that action, now. Maybe if you had confessed your feelings sooner then you wouldn’t be alone in your room wallowing now. 

You sat in the middle of your room, staring at a picture of you and The Doctor on a tourist planet. The picture that the alien couple that came up to the pair of you assumed that you were a couple had taken. Of course, both you and The Doctor denied their assumption. It killed you to hear him say that, but then you could clearly see in the picture how The Doctor looked at you adoringly, only adding to your confusion on whether or not The Doctor liked you. You wished that this stalemate would make The Doctor do something, but nothing had happened yet. 

You recently asked The TARDIS to let you and The Doctor cross paths, but you could feel The TARDIS prohibiting and rearranging some of your adventures through her walls. You assumed that this was The Doctor not wanting to interact with you. Every moment since that fateful day when you started this stalemate was riddled with anxiety for you. You wondered if you were mistaken about shared feelings. 

The Doctor was shy about his past, but you were able to wrangle out some of his stories. The weight of the other companions The Doctor had travelled with and loved ones of The Doctor plagued your mind. You would wake up early in the morning and cringe at the memory of the two of you almost kissing. Voices in your head screamed that The Doctor was uncomfortable by your actions, that you crossed the line and he only ever saw you as a friend, and now because of what you did, he would want you to leave his home, he would want you to leave his life. You knew that he was too kind and adorably awkward to ever ask you to leave, so you thought that it would be kinder to him to do it yourself.

You decided to go to the main kitchen, after multiple attempts to open your door which was somehow locked, in the hope to meet The Doctor and make some hot chocolate and maybe make some cupcakes, as well. You thought that this would prevent you from making a horrible mistake. However, your venture was halted, after The TARDIS finally let you out of your room, when you saw that a chocolate cupcake was placed outside your door, neatly settled inside a purple cupcake wrapper. You knelt down to pick up the dessert, inspecting it for any peculiarities. It appeared to be a normal Earth cupcake until you inspected the bottom of the wrapper. Lifting the cupcake above your head, you saw The Doctor’s handwriting spelling out the words ‘look to your left.’ When you did so, you saw an orderly row of cupcakes aligned along the centre of the hallway and curving around the corner of the hall, falling in line like tin soldiers.

You went back to your room to collect a couple of plates to carry and collect the cupcakes on your journey. You reached down and picked up each cupcake one by one. Like the first cupcake, each new baked good in the line had The Doctor’s handwriting on the bottom of the wrapper.

‘Please’

‘continue’

‘to’

‘follow’

‘the’

‘trail’

‘of’

‘cupcakes’

‘until’

‘you’

‘reach’

‘my’

‘private’

‘kitchen.’

There was a break in the row of cupcakes, but you could see it continuing down the hallway. In the middle of the break, there were a couple of large baking trays with Hersey’s chocolate Kisses, weirdly one of your’s and The Doctor’s favourite chocolates to share, spelling out the words, ‘I know that you are incredibly considerate, but you don’t have to collect all of the cupcakes. There are too many for you to carry.’ You felt conflicted leaving the treats, but the plates you were holding were already covered in cupcakes. And your arms were now becoming quite tired.

Once you reached The Doctor’s study, the door was wide open, the row of cupcakes continuing straight through the study and into the kitchen. You crept into the room slowly, unaware of what you were about to encounter. You rounded the corner, stopping briefly to look at and reminisce over where the two of you almost kissed for the first time, before seeing a smorgasbord of baking confections and a tower of baking timers, including one that looked surprisingly similar to the baking timer that your aunt had gifted you. The Doctor was standing bashfully amongst the food and objects, he kept looking for happiness in your eyes to reassure him. You were more in wonder because of everything before you, but you smiled brightly when you finally met his gaze. 

“I bought you a replacement timer.” The Doctor turned around and picked up a timer before handing it to you, your hands brushing against his as he placed the item in your hands.

“Like the one your aunt bought you. I’m sorry for throwing your property into a supernova. I had no right to do so. Even if it did upset me greatly.” You smiled at his gift, but also at his ramblings. He had no right to be this adorable.

“About that, do you want to explain all of this?” You smirked cheekily, placing the timer down on a surprisingly free space on the table you stepped closer to The Doctor, who followed your movements and stepped even closer to you. You really wanted to know why The Doctor threw all of those timers away, why he was doing this now, and what he felt about that fateful day in this kitchen.

“I think you know, Y/n. You are the smartest person I know.” He tilted his head and smiled to hide his fear. He knew that he loved you, but he wondered if you felt the same way. He assumed that you did, but that could be a dangerous assumption if he was proven wrong.

“I want to hear you say it, Doctor.” His face fell a bit at the confrontation, but you stepped even closer to him and clasped his hands in yours, you gave his hands a reassuring squeeze. He looked down and smiled at your intertwined hands giving him the confidence to speak his mind.

“I love you, Y/n and I just want to be with you. I am so tired of this isolation; I want to be with you. You are the best person in my life.” With each statement, The Doctor moved closer to where his forehead was practically touching yours. He bumped his nose against yours before looking deep into your eyes to try and read your face, his eyes were large and pleading for you to take the news well. But you ripped your hands from his. The Doctor was about to apologise for being so forward and rude. But then you hugged him tighter than you had ever before. One of your hands went up and ran through his styled hair and the other gripped the soft, yet slightly scratchy, material of The Doctor’s sweater vest. The Doctor’s head instinctively fell to your shoulder.

“Oh, Doctor! I wish you had told me sooner! Think of what we could have been doing if we actually had the guts to tell each other how we actually felt!”

“How do you feel, Y/n?” He sounded so fearful, and you could feel him shaking in your arms.

“I love you, Doctor,” you whispered into his ear to make it more personal, “I have loved you since I met you. And I want nothing more than to be with you!” The Doctor finally hugged you back, tighter than you were hugging him, and he excitedly picked you up and spun around a couple of times with you safely in his arms. He quickly placed you back down on the ground and cupped your face with both of his hands and stared deeply into your eyes once again, his warm orbs glowing with love. He finally saw you returning his feelings, a couple of happy tears escaping both of your eyes. The Doctor wiped your tears away and lent forward to press a passionate kiss on your lips. The two of you moved seamlessly, clinging to each other. He tried to pull away, being a bit flustered, but you quickly placed a hand on the back of his neck in order to deepen the kiss. 

The two of you stayed like this for a while before you both had to separate to catch your breath. The two of you giggled in flustered excitement when you caught each other’s gaze. You moved to hug The Doctor again; comfort washed over the both of you. The two of you were finally together. You kissed up his neck to his cheek until you reached The Doctor’s lips, causing the two of you to enter into another round of kissing until you broke apart again to breathe.

“Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?” You eventually said, brushing a lingering tear from The Doctor’s face.

“Oh! I would love to!” The Doctor giggly started talking with his hands. 

“There’s a planet I recently discovered that is completely made of trampolines! How exciting! And what a comfortable ground to walk on.” He was so happy to finally have you back in his life. Sure, you were never gone, but the isolation drove The Doctor insane, especially when he discovered that he loved you so deeply and he just wanted to share his life and love for adventure with you. He missed having you near him.

“Umm … Doctor, that’s not what I meant. Although that does sound fun, maybe later.” You tried to decline his offer politely, but you really were interested in adventuring with him, especially now with your budding relationship adding a new element to the dynamic.

“Oh, what did you me- OH! Oh! Well, yes, I completely agree with your statement. We should definitely move to somewhere more comfortable.” The Doctor quickly grabbed your hands and pulled you out of the kitchen, but not before you could grab a tray of brownies. He continued to pull you through The TARDIS until you reached his room, the two of you giggled as you both excitedly committed to making up for all of the lost time spent hiding feelings for the other. There would be no more hiding now, no more secretive looks or almost moments. There would be only exciting adventures, intimate moments shared and a lot of baking.

Books Read In May 2024

North Mythology by Neil Gaiman (Second Read)

The Murder of Rodger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie

I Am Not Okay With This by Charles Forsman

The Body by Stephen King

Until August by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

A Study In Drowning by Ava Reid (Began but Not Finished)

The Atlas Paradox by Olivie Blake (Began but Not Finished)

Borrowed Black Hoodie

Simm!Master x Reader

Summary - The reader finds The Master’s hoodie and he doesn’t have the heart to ask for it back.

Warnings - nothing, just fluff

Word Count - 957

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I’m making this a fic about my personal AU where The Doctor didn’t regenerate, and he and The Master travelled together post-EOT. This is just my maladaptive daydream since I was ten and I need it.

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The Master grumbled under his breath as he sauntered into the library. The Doctor had just taunted him about his crush on you, said crush which The Master always denied having. Yet, the old Time Lord found himself seeking you out whenever The Doctor got like this The Master could complain about his old friend to you. Today was no different. The Master knew that you would be in the library, because you often lounged there, and he was so excited to rant to you. However, when he found you in a comfy chair by the roaring fire you were fast asleep. 

Initially, upon seeing you, The Master wished to wake you up. His rant about The Doctor’s crazy theories needs to be heard after all. But when he looked at you, so comfy and unaware and innocent. The Master couldn’t bring himself to wake you up just because of his own selfish reasons. So, instead, he did everything he could to make you more comfortable.

 The Master searched for a blanket within the vast library and finally, he saw one. The Master brought it back to where you were and placed it over you. The Master stood back and looked at you. You still didn’t look as comfortable as you could. So he fetched yet another blanket and tucked you snuggly into both. 

The Master, then, was about to leave, but that still didn’t feel just right. He felt a growing warmth of sentimentality flow through him. He knew what he would have to do, not just because the Time Lord wanted to be possessive over you, but because he had to make sure that his, hopefully, future partner was warm. The Master sighed dramatically and shuffled out of his old and well-worn hoodie. He placed the item of clothing over the blankets. In your sleep-filled state, you unknowing cuddled the hoodie closer to yourself. The Master stared at you longingly for a moment as another warm feeling spread through his hearts. Upon realizing how real his feelings for you were, however, The Master rushed out of the library to deal with his feelings alone.

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You woke up randomly. Fragments of a dream about The Master floated through your head as you tried to place your surroundings. The library. That’s where you were. Yes, you remembered reading a new book a couple of hours ago. You had known that you should have gone back to your room, given how tired you were, but you were so enraptured by the story you were consuming that you just couldn’t stop. At least, The TARDIS lit a fire for you in your sleep. 

You then noticed the blankets on top of you and the black hoodie you were cuddling. You didn’t remember those being here with you when you had fallen asleep. When did those get here? Despite your initial confusion, you shrugged the well-loved hoodie, that mostly smelled of smoke, over your head and made your way out of the library. You stumbled from the library toward your room. However, in your tiredness, you were unaware of The TARDIS changing the halls around. You were confused again when you walked into the console room, but you tried to just focus on your cosy awaiting bed and not the curious eyes of your two alien travelling companions.

“Y/n, is everything alright?” The Doctor asked from the far side of the console. The Master glared at this interaction, mostly because The Doctor forced his old friend to stay in the console room with him while he did some research, but also just general jealousy over your friendship with The Doctor.

“Yes, I just fell asleep in the library. So, I was going to head to my room.”

“Well, have a good night.” The Doctor smiled at you before catching a jealous look from The Master

“Goodnight, Master. Goodnight, Doctor.” This caught The Master’s attention. You said goodnight to him first despite him not saying a word to you. Maybe The Doctor’s teasing was telling the truth when he said that you indeed like The Master.

 He waved a sweet goodnight to you and then watched as you sleepily stumbled through the halls toward your room. He wondered if he should run up behind you and carry you the rest of the way. The Master didn’t want you stumbling, falling, or hurting yourself in your tired state.

“Isn’t that your hoodie?” The Doctor commented once you were far enough away from the console room. The Master nodded.

“Then why didn’t you ask for it back?” The Master missed The Doctor’s knowing smirk as he continued to watch over you protectively.

“They’re barely awake. Why would I want to make them uncomfortable when they are hardly even conscious?” The Master turned and glared at his old friend. He was getting incredibly close to throwing a shoe at the Doctor’s head.

“You just want to see them in something of yours.”

“Do not!”

“Don’t lie! You’re the most possessive Time Lord I know!”

“And you are the most possessive Time Lord I know!” 

The Doctor huffed and rolled his eyes; fighting back would have been nonsensical given how argumentative the two of them usually were, and The Doctor sensed that things seemed to be clearer in The Master’s mind now.

 The Doctor moved around the console and plotted out some coordinates. However, he couldn’t help but sneak a couple of glances at the clearly lovesick Master staring protectively at you as you finally made it to your room. The Doctor really needed to get the two of you together before his head exploded. He couldn’t stand to watch this oblivious back-and-forth mutual pining game you and The Master played with each other.

Did anyone else notice that in Episode 10 of OFMD, Black Pete was wearing the clothes Frenchie stole from the fancy merchant ship in Episode 5?

Did Frenchie let Black Pete wear the outfit for the "talent show"?

Or did Blackbeard make Frenchie get rid of the outfit because the outfit reminded Blackbeard of Stede and their adventures together?

Fall For Me

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summery - The Master kidnaps The Reader in order to get to know you and so as to not go to an extravagant ball alone.

Based On This Request -

Warning - references to canon typical violence, kidnapping, hypnotism without consent, some suggestive bits so 18 plus please, me making up random galaxies

Word Count - 1842

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! Also, I’ll link The Doctor version of this ask here, in case you would like to read that one as well.

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The Master was a fan of fine dining and loud demonstrations of wealth, as he always had been. He was used to that lifestyle, thanks to his parent's prestige and station on Gallifrey. Since the Time War and his banishment from his home planet, The Master obviously had to seek power in more manipulative ways and his ending up possessing wealth wasn’t always guaranteed.

The Master had schemed for years trying to gain a proficient foothold in the royal court of the Purpur galaxy. Now he was the king of his own planet and what else was there for him to do? Naturally, The Master went back to messing with The Doctor and this time, she had a companion The Master actually enjoyed. The Master kidnapped you and brought you to his kingdom in order to impress you in the best way he knew how: power and wealth. If The Master got you to fall in love with him that would be the ultimate slap in the face of The Doctor, and he would no longer be alone. 

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You awoke in an extravagantly detailed lavender bedroom with gold filigree on the wall and dressed in the comfiest and most expensive-looking clothes you had ever seen, let alone worn. The last thing you remembered was fire and loud explosives and the hypnotic brown eyes, filled with desire and warmth, of a beautiful stranger. 

You fumbled, panicked, out of the large bed you had woken up in and fell onto the floor, just as the said stranger walked through the door of the room. He offered you a good morning which you ignored. You had no idea what was going on.

“What is this place?” 

“My kingdom. Specifically, my palace. You are safe here.” You finally took a proper look at the beautiful stranger. He looked so calm and friendly, but something felt off.

“You’re The Master, aren’t you?”

“So, The Doctor did mention me, I was hoping that she hadn’t.” The stranger, the Master, seemed put off by this information. He walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind himself. You clung onto the closest bedpost, filled with fear and confusion. If The Master was planning on hurting you, there was nowhere for you to go.

“The Doctor said that you were destitute and desperately destroying everything in your path in a vain attempt to feel something.”

“Maybe you should get to know me first and develop your own opinion of me, instead of solely listening to The Doctor.” The Master walked closer to you until he was directly across from where you were huddled on the floor. He then crouched down to look you in the eye.

“What do you want then? If torturing isn’t the plan for today.”

“I would like you to accompany me to the gathering I am hosting two evenings from now. In between now and then, you may do whatever you like as long as you don’t go contacting The Doctor or her little pets.”

“That’s it?” You were sceptical.

“Yeah, pretty much. Also, breakfast is ready if you would like something to eat. You must be exhausted, love.”

“I am pretty hungry.” You were pretty sure The Master had hypnotised you. There was plenty of evidence to suggest that. Your stomach growled and your head was heavy, and your body was weak.

“I can escort you. Or I can have a guard do that.”

“A guard, please.” The Master nodded, a little sadly, but accepted your request. He needed you to like him. If he moved too quickly or too controlling, you would never trust him. 

“They will be up in a moment, love.” The Master stood up, walked to the door and bowed to you before leaving the bedroom to inform a guard that you would be needing their assistance. 

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The breakfast was divine. As was every meal you consumed during your time at The Master’s palace. You were sceptical, of course, everything The Doctor had told you about The Master was that he could manipulate anyone in the most unique ways, and he already hypnotised you once, who said that he wouldn’t do it again? However, The Master just seemed to want to take care of you. He made sure that you ate proper meals, had relaxing baths with expensive soaps, and gifted you the finest clothes. The Doctor never seemed to care about those things. She always forgot when you and her other Human companions needed to eat or sleep and even though minimalism can be a fine aesthetic, The Doctor almost seemed to look down on you collecting various things from your adventures. In your few days with The Master, you had already collected a stack of books, various gemmed jewellery, and random alien artefacts that The Master gave you after explaining the story behind how he got them.

Tonight was the night of the ball. After dinner with The Master, you took a long bath before getting dressed for the party. When you exited the steamy bathroom, you saw a beautiful outfit laid out on your bed ready for you to wear. You got dressed in the majority of the clothes yourself, despite a couple of laces on the back. But then you heard a knock on the door which broke you out on your thoughts about how the night would unfold. 

“Come in.” You heard the door to your bedroom open and shut and footsteps walking toward you. You knew that it was The Master. You tried to ignore his eyes on your back as you tried to tie the laces on your outfit.

“You look absolutely beautiful, love.” The Master finally spoke. He brought his hands up and tightened and tied the laces for you.

“Thank you for the outfit.”

“Of course. I’ve got to dress up someone as stunning as you in an extravagant outfit that could match your beauty.” The Master continued to tuck and pull and adjust your outfit until he seemed happy with it.

“There. You look perfect.” The Master smiled at you, then jolted as he remembered something.

“One last thing!” The Master pulled out a long cloak from his bigger on the inside pocket and draped it across you to where it was tied across your chest and the cloak was draped over your left shoulder.

“There. Now the outfit is complete. Are you ready for tonight?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” The Master took what he could get from you. He knew that getting you to love him was going to be a challenge, a challenge he was excited about. But he knew that you would fall for him. He could sense it. It would just take some time.

The Master escorted you from your bedroom to the upper level of the castle that led down to the ballroom. He then led you down the marble staircase with his gloved hand and showed you off to his rich guests. After greeting and meeting with some of the guests, The Master pulled you further into the ballroom and manoeuvred you, so your left hand was placed on The Master’s shoulder and your right hand was softly placed in his left hand. The Master then placed his right hand firmly on the small of your back and pulled you close to his chest.

You didn’t know how to respond to this. You were attracted to The Master, absolutely, but he was The Doctor’s enemy. He tried to hurt her, what if he tried to hurt you? 

The Master guided you through the dance that you didn’t know. You tried your best, but even The Master’s firm grip on your body couldn’t always help you perform the dance properly. 

Adding to your distractions was The Master himself. He was dressed in a tight dark purple suit with black and obsidian accents. You could smell the dark and hypnotic cologne he wore. And his eyes. They were always on you. Either staring into your eyes, ghosting over your body, or devouring your lips in his mind. It was mesmerizing having someone’s attention on you so intently. But then, as you stared back into The Master’s desire-filled eyes, you stumbled over The Master’s feet and fell into his strong arms.

“Easy there, love. I can’t have you falling for me so hard that I can’t reap the rewards later.” You didn’t even catch The Master’s insinuation until much after the fact.

“I’m not the most knowledgeable when it comes to dancing.” You stumbled again.

“Or the most skilful when it comes to balancing.”

“Luckily, I am here to guide you.” The Master winked at you and gripped your body tighter in order to have greater control of your movements.

The orchestra then began playing a softer, slower song. The Master leaned closer to your face. You could feel his hot breath on your cheek. It felt like he was wanting to kiss you. You knew that you weren’t ready for that, even though you were growing to like the alien. Instead, you leaned forward and rested your body against The Master’s. You felt his body tense, not in anger or rejection, but in shock. He assumed that you were going to deny his advances outright. The Master happily wrapped his arms around you and rested his head against yours. You could feel his strong arms continuing to guide you through the alien dance, preventing you from falling or stumbling again.

The rest of the night was similar to this and more fun than you had anticipated. You met tons of new people from dozens of planets that you had never heard of before, you had delicious alien foods and drinks, and The Master taught you so many new dances and caught you whenever you stumbled or wobbled, but eventually, the night had to end. After all of the guests either left for their own planets or went to their guest rooms for the night, The Master escorted you to your room. 

“Thank you for accompanying me. This gathering would have been absolutely boring without you there.” You could feel The Master toying with the laces of your outfit playfully.

“It was a very fun night, Master. I’m not going to say thank you for kidnapping me, but I did have fun with you.” The Master smiled genuinely at you, but then his face became solemn and serious.

“Get some rest, love. I, unfortunately, have to take you back to The Doctor tomorrow and I assume she will exhaust with questions.” The Master took your face in his hands and kissed your forehead before turning away from you.

“Do you have to take me back?” You asked, surprising even yourself.

“I’ll kidnap you again soon.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” The Master sent you a wink before entering the room across from yours. Was he staying in that room the entire time you had been here? Maybe you would have to pay The Master a visit in the middle of the night if you were unable to sleep.

Alone

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master is furious after waking up alone, thinking that the reader had left him.

Warnings - The Master being sad and threatening violence

Word Count - 841

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Just had an idea, I hope you enjoy it!

The Master stirred; he felt colder for some reason. Usually, when in bed, he was incredibly warm because you were always cuddled up against him. Time Lords could regulate their body temperature, but whenever you and The Master would sleep in the same bed together or on the couch, he would always relish in how constantly warm you felt. It now felt as if you weren’t in bed with him, though. The bed was so cold. You must have turned away from him on your shared bed. 

The Master stretched his arm out across the bed to pull you back against him, but when he did so, he felt nothing. With his eyes still closed and him still half asleep, The Master patted the bed where you should be. The last bits of the dream he was having slipped from his mind and clarity took over him; The Master jolted up from the bed. His hearts started beating faster when he realised that you were no longer in bed with him. The Master was completely alone. 

He jolted out of bed and quickly got dressed in the closest clothes he could find lying around. It would be better to wear day old clothes than searching for you in his underwear. The Master’s mind was racing. He was thinking of all the places you could have gone, but his mind obviously went to the worst places in his anxious, sleep altered mind. 

You couldn’t have been kidnapped from within his TARDIS. The Master had placed backups upon backups of protections long ago, just to keep you safe. Besides, no person of any species would have the guts to break into The Master’s TARDIS. So, that’s not the reason why you weren’t in bed with him.

The Master had been teaching you how to fly the TARDIS. You had been begging him to teach you for months. Was this just a part of a long form plan of escape? Have you really left him? Would you do that to him? You probably went back to Earth, or to The Doctor. Either way, he would get you back. You weren’t allowed to leave him.

The Master barreled down the twisting hallways of his TARDIS toward the console room. He abruptly stopped, however, when he saw you slowly walking down the hall, bobbling around a bit because of your tiredness and the fact that you were scrolling through your phone.

“Y/n? You’re still here?” The Master ran up to you and was about to grab you by your shoulders until he saw you yawn and rub your eye sleepily.

“Yeah, I just forgot my hoodie in the library, and I was cold.”

“I thought you left me.” The Master gently brushed an eyelash off of your cheek, but mainly used that as an excuse to touch you.

“I was hoping to get back in bed before you woke up, I’m sorry, Master.” You leaned into The Master’s palm, completely misunderstanding what he had just implied.

“No, I thought you left me, Y/n.” You looked up at The Master, confused, still not understanding. You studied his face, trying to understand even though you were incredibly tired. Finally, it clicked.

“Koschei, why would I leave you? I would never want to leave you.” The Master almost let the tears he was holding back fall, but he decided to lunge forward and trap you in a bone crushing hug that knocked the wind out of your lungs. You patted The Master’s back reassuringly and whispered comforting words into his ear.

“Let’s go back to bed, yeah?” You felt The Master nod his head at your suggestion. Even though he agreed with your idea, it still took a while to pry him off of you. When you finally did, The Master still clung to your arm. In his adrenaline filled rage and surprise of your absence, he forgot how tired he truly was. Now it was hitting him all at once and all The Master wanted to do was hold you and sleep the night away.

The Master crawled into your shared bed first, and made grabby hands toward you, requiring your presence immediately. You giggled at his actions. You always loved seeing his softer side that he reserved only for you to see. You crawled into bed and straddled his lap before laying down on his chest. The Master quickly brought his arms to encircle you and keep you tightly against him.

After a couple moments of silence, The Master spoke, “I love you. You know that, right.”

“Of course, I know that. I love you, too, Koschei. So much!” You kissed The Master’s chest, over his hearts, and snuggled back against him. You fell asleep quickly in the safety of your lover’s arms. The Master waited until you were fully asleep before he too succumbed to sleep. Once the two of you were fully and deeply asleep, both you and The Master had peaceful dreams of your life together and your love for each other.

I was looking up the language of flowers for an upcoming fic I am writing and I found this on Wikipedia ...

“In J. K. Rowling's 1997 novel Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Professor Severus Snape uses the language of flowers to express regret and mourning for the death of Lily Potter, his childhood friend and Harry Potter's mother, according to Pottermore.”

Why do I not remember this? Is this true?

If it is true, part of me wants to reference this in my fic.

'RTD who is good bcos it's got so much weird goofy stuff in it' Chibnall made it canon that there's an entire species of anthropomorphic dog aliens, every one of whom is like soulbonded to a specific human who it's their duty to protect so soulmates are real but everyone's soulmate is a dog person from space.