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Kidnapping Dates

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The reader is The Doctor’s companion, but The Master keeps kidnapping the reader in order to get close to them.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - kidnapping, general Master and Doctor Who chaos, canon typical violence

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A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account. I’m reposting the fic on this account. I hope you enjoy this!

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The Master stalked the cold, rainy streets of New London, New Earth. He was there to gain more information about The Doctor for his next scheme, or, at least, that’s what he told himself. Because every time The Doctor was in view, instead of analysing her every move for weakness, he was trying to secretly look past her and her other companions to get even the tiniest glimpse of you. You and The Doctor’s Fam were walking in the middle of the town’s main street with The Doctor leading the herd. The Master was finding it difficult to continue to follow you and the conversation while hiding behind vendors and their carts, trying to lure in tourists, but he managed well enough. He was certain that he looked insane, tarnishing his ego, but he hadn’t seen you properly yet. The Master hadn’t seen you in so long and he just had to see you. 

You were cocooned within the herd of companions as if they knew that you were the favoured prey. The Fam had adapted to doing that, keeping you hidden. You were always the target of The Master’s kidnappings, every single one, so they always kept you protected and in eyesight. Except for The Doctor who seemed more inclined to show off than to express overt worry. You always blamed her social awkwardness, but The Master considered it to be plain ignorance. Nevertheless, The Doctor continued her tour guide-like speech about the area.

“Actually, believe it or not, this is the fifteenth Earth since the original. So, we are actually walking on the New New New -” The Doctor continued to rattle off a string of ‘new’s until her point was reached. The Master scoffed at her ridiculousness, how she was always like this, trying to impress Humans with nonsense. He grew even more aggravated when he finally saw your face and how amazed you looked, with bright and shiny eyes filled with wonder. He couldn’t wait for the opportunity to finally get you alone, so he could kidnap you. He ventured to think that maybe one day he could make your eyes shine like that because of something he showed you, but he quickly abandoned that thought. He ignored its meanings and returned to focusing on the task at hand: kidnapping you and terrifying The Doctor and her little pets.

The form of The Fam’s protective bubble loosened slightly. You were still in the middle of their protective circle, but the form was stretched out between two vendor carts. You were still too well guarded for The Master to make a proper move, but as he planned, an eruption of screams was heard from down the street. Quickly those screams came closer and closer to The Doctor, her Fam, and you. The Master had enlisted the help of an emerging villain who was recently wronged by The Doctor to interrupt this adventure. The Master trained them in ferociousness, revenge, and villainy, all in turn for the monster to not hurt you. He made that caveat very clear. If The Master were to be interrogated about this encounter, he would deny the fact that he told his one-time business partner that if they harmed you in any way, he would kill them without hesitation. Death was always a spectacular threat to use in order to get what you wanted, at least in The Master’s mind it was.

The monster, a disgusting beast with long sharp teeth, and even longer, sharper nails, ripped through the crowd of people, wounding the ones not fast enough to get away. The Doctor now turned protective, keeping you and The Fam behind her outstretched arms. She explained the monsters' race, and how they were usually peaceful, despite their deadly appearance, but you barely followed her ramble, too overcome with the shock of your ruined outing. The Doctor continued to vocalise her confusion about this monster’s out-of-character behaviour. This caused the monster to lunge forward, swiping at The Doctor. She dodged his swipe and continued to protect you and your friends. The Monster screamed a jagged cry before speaking of how The Doctor, in an act of self-heroism against the Daleks, caused the death of his family by giving a self-aggrandizing speech pleading for peace instead of actually acting to solve the disaster that was occurring before her. After explaining his story, the monster lunged again. The Doctor yelled for you and The Fam to return to The TARDIS, and after some brief yet urgent arguing, all of you eventually agreed. 

It should have been simple, finding The TARDIS, but with the fearful crowd running around each and every way, the task was suddenly harder than before. When you and The Fam started out your return trip, you had your hands clasped tightly around Yaz’s and Ryan’s hands respectfully. They dragged you through the crowds and you were quite thankful for their presence. The crowds seemed to double in both number and fear, it reminded you of when The Doctor took you to see the running of the bulls in Spain. 

One side of the crowd surged, curving into an alleyway, and dragging Yaz away from you and Ryan. Your hands were roughly ripped apart. Graham, who was also dragged with that moving crowd, cried out for Ryan to keep you safe and to stay together while he went to search for Yaz. Neither you nor Ryan remembered where The TARDIS was located. The crowds and screaming and running made it even more impossible for the two of you to recognize any possible indicators that both of you were headed in the right direction. Another wave of scared people surged, dragging you away from Ryan, brutally ripping your hands apart. You both screamed to each other and screamed at the crowds to stop, but it didn't help. You continued to be pulled away from your friends and into the moving currents of the ever-shifting crowds. 

Eventually, they died out, leaving you alone in a dark alleyway, too dark for the daytime. You crept around anxiously, you had no idea if The Doctor had stopped the monster, it could have been anywhere, and you had no idea where any of your friends had been pulled to. You still tried to look for the TARDIS, even though you didn’t believe that The Doctor would park her anywhere near a dark and dingy ally like this one. 

The sound of a glass bottle skirting over cobbled streets distracted you from your search, causing you to turn around and look to where the noise came from. You thought it could be the monster. As soon as you did this, you regretted it. You felt a syringe plunge into your neck. The effects of which were practically instantaneous, making you so weak that your knees gave out and your vision became fuzzy. Someone caught you, even in your daze, you could tell that they were strong, as they picked you up bridal style and carried you with perfect ease. Your head hung limply over your capture’s arm and before your eyes finally closed due to heaviness, you saw the shadow of the individual carrying you. They were shorter compared to the momentous monster that attacked you and your friends and they were wearing a long coat and cuffed pants. If your hunch was correct, you knew exactly who was kidnapping you, giving you some semblance of relief that it wasn't some random person doing this.

It took you a while to actually come to, but in your anaesthetised sleep you had wonderful dreams. You didn’t know if that was just a side effect of the anaesthetic, but they were welcoming and calm, given the circumstances. Upon first waking up, you first felt how rigid your body was, it was clear that he tied you up, he tended to do that, so you weren't surprised, but that didn’t subtract from the fact that the combination of the sedative and rope ties made you incredibly sore. You groaned when you moved your neck from its hanging position, despite not wanting to encourage your kidnapper’s behaviour, you had to express your discomfort at the moment. When you opened your eyes, you saw him crouched at eye level before you, with gleaming amber eyes and a wide smile. He seemed genuinely happy, as he always did when he kidnapped you. 

The Master kept doing this. You’ve asked on many occasions why he felt the need to kidnap you. If he kidnapped you as a part of his latest plan to “destroy The Doctor”, you could understand his motivations, but he kidnapped you, seemingly, for fun. The two of you shared banter and jokes, more than you did with The Doctor if you were being honest. When The Master first kidnapped you, you were understandably angry and uncomfortable and scared. You were not present when The Fam met O or when they went to Gallifrey and fought the Lone Cyberman, but from what your friends and The Doctor described, The Master was someone to be feared. Which only caused confusion to plague your brain when he offered you tea and biscuits and even a spare room if you promised not to get into trouble in his TARDIS, as The Master’s torment, then, for his best enemy lasted longer than he imagined. That was many kidnappings ago, and you had taken him up on the offers of tea, biscuits, and a spare bedroom on many occasions. But with each new kidnapping, you were never able to get to the bottom of why The Master acted this way to you. You had your assumptions, sure, but you wanted to hear his reason.

“So why are you kidnapping me this time?” Disgruntled and tired from the sedative and the rope that wasn’t too tight around you, but still incredibly uncomfortable. 

“Why else would I kidnap one of The Doctor’s little pets? To torment her senselessly! It’s quite fun!” He leaned forward excitedly, almost bumping your nose with his. The Master always spoke very close to people’s faces, you thought that he thought that this act would make him more intimidating. It might have worked at first, but you were too used to it by now.

“I’m not her pet!” You growled at him, invading his space, as much as you could, given the ropes restraining you to the chair. You were more upset that he used a rougher rope this time compared to your anger over his comment. You were comfortable enough with yourself to not be hurt by The Master’s teasing.

“Oh, really now?” The Master moved back and eventually stood before you, making you look up to him. Sometimes you hated his childish dependence on power dynamics, you were frankly too tired, with the remains of the sedative still in your system, to care about said dynamics. You wanted a comfortable bed and rest, not rough ropes digging into your wrists and sides and ankles and The Master’s fragile ego.

“Yes.”

“Prove it.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t. You see, I have these ropes restraining my movements, so I won’t be able to punch you in the face. As you know, The Doctor abhors violence. I don’t think that the others would want to disobey her, but I don’t really have that much of a problem with rebelling against The Doctor’s quote-unquote wisdom” The Master burst into a fit of chauvinistic laughter.

“So, you’ll kill. Was not expecting that! Maybe The Doctor only keeps you around to change you, like how she constantly tries to disrupt my life and change me.”

“I never said I would kill. I’m not like you, so don’t compare me to you. And I’m not like The Doctor, or The Fam, or any of her other companions either, so don’t compare me to them. I’m me and I just won’t hesitate to protect myself when threatened.” The Master pretended to have not liked what he heard you say, but, quite the contrary, what you had just said was an example of one of the many reasons why he liked you. You weren’t like him. You weren’t like The Doctor. You weren’t like the other Humans that hopelessly followed The Doctor like lost puppies. You were something new. Someone new that completely enticed The Master to his core.

You had a fire of independence and a passion for justice that exceeded The Doctor’s. Where she had to try to be kind or nice, reminding herself with catchphrases and mantras, you never did. The Doctor often failed to register the fine line between justice and cruelty, you never did. Maybe that is why she, truly, kept you around, and why The Master really wanted you beside him. Keeping him from going to extremes like when he destroyed Gallifrey. The Master liked trouble, but he was growing a bit tired of constantly running away from all of the problems he caused with no sense of peace. Perhaps you could have been his peace, but he knew that the damage was done, and he had inflicted too much pain to be deserving of any peace. If he kept kidnapping you, he could still keep you safe and in his life, even if it wasn’t to the extent that he desired.

The Master turned, leaving your comment hanging in the air, and went to inspect something on his TARDIS monitor and leaving you to grapple with your thoughts. You weren’t exactly positive that you could hurt anyone, and you were afraid that he knew that. You wanted to protect people, protect peace and innocence. But you tried to think back to when you were left to fend for yourself in a dangerous situation, and you couldn’t locate a single memory. The Master had always been there, kidnapping you away from danger. You were thankful for that; you were quite privileged compared to The Doctor’s other companions who had to deal with fear and adrenaline and wounds and attacks and loss. You were always safe in The Master’s TARDIS with a substantial array of foods and blankets and warm drinks. But sometimes this made recurring system made you feel weak and inexperienced compared to your friends.

When you really thought about it, you understood how much The Master did for you. He clearly cared about you even though he would profusely deny it, and you couldn’t deny the fact that he was hypnotically attractive. If he was villainous, he wasn’t villainous to you. You saw how he possessed an aura of sadness like The Doctor, they were both so lonely, but The Doctor had companions. You wondered who The Master had, then you realised that he only had his TARDIS and you, if you counted the kidnappings, which you assumed that he did. When The Master thought you weren’t looking, you saw the sadness that pooled in his eyes and the soft touches he would give when controlling the console, almost apologetic for his outbursts. You saw how he was willing to be more vulnerable to you, at least by his standards of vulnerability.

After a long silence, briefly interrupted by TARDIS beeps and wheezing and The Master’s grumbles and mumbles about whatever was on his console monitor, you spoke up again.

“Really, what goes on in that dumb head of yours?”

“I am not dumb.” The Master grumbled, trying to fix something on his console monitor, whatever was on it was really troubling him. You would have asked him, but you preferred to taunt him.

“Yes, you are!” You spoke in a sing-songy voice, knowing that it would aggravate him even more. It worked, he finally turned back toward you.

“How, pray tell, and I dumb?” He crossed his arms in front of himself, leaning against the console. You preferred having his attention on you, and The Master preferred you trying to get his attention compared to the alarms on the console monitor distracting him from the kidnapping.

“Because, if you wanted to go out on a date with me, this badly, you could have just asked.” 

The Master’s mouth fell open slightly. He knew that you were smart and observant, but he thought that he was being discreet. He quickly regained composure, though, smirking cheekily and trying to ignore his growing vulnerability. He needed to take back the power in the situation. But you just stared right back, not giving in to the power of his eyes. You swore that he was trying to hypnotise you into submission, to make you forget your allegation, but you fought back against him every time The Master’s telepathic force poked your mind.

He continued to stare at you, slightly uncomfortable that you kept standing up against him instead of quivering and flustering before him, but he knew that if you did that, The Master wouldn’t like you as much as he did. His eyes bored into yours, trying to intimidate you, intensifying his gaze and his hypnotism, but you refused to back down and submit. You saw The Master’s eyes grow slightly warmer before he quickly turned back toward The TARDIS, his shoulders tensed. He gripped his console and eyed the monitor. He spoke again, after a strained silence, still agitated.

“I’m growing tired of you. You will find that ridiculous blue box you travel in just around the street corner.” The Master flicked a few switches, causing the ropes that held you tightly against the chair to drop, and at the snap of his fingers, The TARDIS doors opened instantaneously. 

“Now run along to The Doctor before I decide to keep you locked in here forever.” You slowly got up and walked to the doors, still stiff from the binding. Before you exited The Master’s ship, you turned to get one last glimpse of the strange Time Lord. 

“You know, if you were to, hypothetically, ask me out on a date… I wouldn’t say no.” You leaned against The TARDIS, and she gave a reassuring hum above you. You weren’t quite sure, though, if it was because of your comment or the sudden physical act.

“Why?” The Master was questioning and hopeful, with an aura of playfulness in his tone. You shrugged in a way to indicate subtleness, but only to disguise your intense feelings for the man before you.

“I don’t know. You don’t seem as bad as the others say you are. At least, not to me.”

“As you pointed out, I kidnap you constantly.” The Master couldn’t help but smile at your innocence and naivety. He could not understand how you could still see him as someone decent, despite all of his evil acts.

“Yeah, but it’s always a part of a scheme to kill The Doctor and her Fam, while I am safe and tucked away in your ship far away from any danger, or it’s right before The Doctor is about to get us into a dangerous situation when I’m stolen away by you. I would put money on the fact that right after you took me, the monster attacked The Fam, and you kept looking at the monitor to check and see whether or not the threat was gone.” The Master didn’t say anything, only smiled bittersweetly at you, after you smiled and waved him goodbye. The Master snapped his fingers again, closing the doors when you fully exited his TARDIS, and mumbled a soft “Until we meet again, Y/n,” under his breath.   

The Master watched you leave on the console room monitor, when you returned to The Doctor, he flew off to drift amongst the stars in order to plan for his next kidnapping of you. But when coordinates randomly appeared on the data screen of the console, he grew distracted from his task. He thought that maybe he deserved a break from torturing himself by dangling something he could never have before him, maybe he deserved a little trouble at the moment. The Master, strangely, did not know the place the coordinates sent him to, but the message was sent from an old partner in a small overthrow of a corrupt dictator he participated in. The partner had thanked The Master profusely, but he was only in it for the money and to see the dictator, who angered The Master at a banquet, finally and horrifically murdered.

The Master freshened up a bit and followed the coordinates to the meeting place. He strolled out of his TARDIS, confident and excited about a new evil scheme. However, The Master’s face fell in disappointment when he saw The Doctor leaning against her ridiculous blue box. The Master grumbled and rolled his eyes, quickly turning back to his ship. He was not in the mood for another lecture from The Doctor, he had experienced too many of them in his life.

“Why do you keep kidnapping Y/n?” The Doctor’s question caused The Master to halt. Even though he wanted to just fly away and leave The Doctor questioning his actions, he couldn’t resist talking about you, but he couldn't allow his best enemy to know the truth. He marched up to The Doctor, trying to be threatening.

“Because seeing the look of fear in your eyes, Doctor brings joy to my very dark life.” The Master turned to leave, again, even more annoyed with The Doctor’s interference.

“Are you sure that it's my pain bringing you joy? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like Y/n is the one sparking joy in your dark life.” The Master froze in shock. He thought that there was no way for The Doctor to know his true feelings for you. He assumed that The Doctor was too dim to catch on to his, admittedly, uncharacteristic behaviour. He knew that you would never tell her of the feeling you, correctly, presumed he had for you. He knew that you found the banter quite fun and that you enjoyed his company, as he did for you. If you didn’t, you would be kicking and screaming in duress during every encounter, but the two of you were always polite and cordial. How did The Doctor find out about how he felt for you?

“I have no idea what you are referring to, Doctor. I think your mind is growing emotional due to extended time around Humans. Have your pets been making you watch rom-coms?”

“Oh, just admit it, Master. You like Y/n. I know for a fact that they like you, too.” The Master stayed facing his TARDIS, he did not want The Doctor to see his pleased face, but his happiness faded when he realised that the two of you could never be together. For so many reasons it was impossible. He thought that it was simpler to break your heart now than to wait for one of his enemies to kill you or for you to die of old age while he remains young. The Master’s anger was boiling up inside of him. All he wanted was you, but everything would be so difficult if you and The Master actually became a couple. 

“Don’t you understand?! Oh! What am I saying?! Of course, you don’t understand!” His rage fully took over him as he turned back to The Doctor.

“Understand what?” The Master just wished his best enemy would drop the subject.

“Y/n can never live with me on my TARDIS, they can never be my companion, and they can never love me! It’s a big enough risk for me to love them! All of the damage I caused, all of the people I’ve killed whose families want to take revenge on me, all of the people who want to see me dead, they will go after Y/n, they will hurt and kill them, just to get to me. I can never allow that! You take so many risks with your pets, Doctor, but I refuse to put Y/n in that much danger. So, I will remain their strange protector, keeping them away from the danger you threaten to put them through.” The Master gave up trying to explain his position to The Doctor, massaging his brow with his hand.

Throughout this discourse the two Gallifreyans had, they had moved and circled each other. The Doctor had allowed you to listen in on the entire conversation via her TARDIS’s listening devices and instructed you to exit her ship when she indicated. After The Master had made his declaration of the love you wanted to exit then and run to him, but stopped at the doors, watching the scene briefly. You thought that The Master was going to attempt to explain himself further, but stopped himself multiple times, he suddenly surged back towards his TARDIS. This time he was fully intent on leaving and never coming back. You rushed out of the doors, The Doctor’s TARDIS making no attempt to stop you, as you ran to The Master and desperately wrapped your arms around his torso, you could feel him tense in your arms, but he knew it was you holding him. It broke his hearts at the thought that he would have to turn you down to your face instead of just running away forever. You couldn’t see The Master’s face, but you assumed that he was regretting following the coordinates. He eventually relaxed, but softly placed his hands on your arms and pushed them away from his body. 

“I can’t. I can’t do this to you.” The Master refused to face you, still walking determinedly to his TARDIS.

“I would be allowing you to sign your own death certificate. I can’t let you kill yourself for me. I am an incredibly selfish person, but I refuse to let the only light of my life perish because of my wants.” 

You grabbed The Master’s hand forcefully, stopping him from moving. You tried to turn him around to face you, but he stood as still as a statue. You elected to move to his side, resting your chin on his shoulder. You still clasped your hands tightly around his one. You wanted to make this conversation as private as you possibly could. You knew that The Doctor was still overseeing this encounter and you could see The Master’s agitation and uncomfortableness at being so vulnerable.

“I want this. I want you, Master.” He finally looked at you, his eyes big and round and sad, tears were dangerously threatening to spill out and cascade down his face.

“I can’t. I can’t. I would be killing you. I would corrupt you. My selfishness will bring your end before it was ever supposed to happen, all because I want someone to love me.” 

The Master continued to mutter self-deprecating comments about how what the two of you could have together was impossible to actualize. You hated seeing him like this. You understood that he had thousands of years of past trauma plaguing him and he should have the opportunity to be open, but in this situation, when you knew that you could ease his pain and he refused to listen to you, all you wanted was to slap his self-depreciation out of him. 

You abruptly tore your hands from his and cupped his face, planting a soft kiss on his lips. You moved to pull away, as you had an important statement to make to The Master, but he quickly placed a firm hand on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You ventured to think how awkward The Doctor must be feeling at this sight. The Master must have been able to see into your mind because as soon as you thought of The Doctor, he increased his attack on your lips. The two of you parted when you needed to catch your breath. You rested your forehead against his as he caressed your face with care and reverence, occasionally running his hands through your hair affectionately.

“Master, I know that you believe that you are doing your best to protect me right now, but from my perspective, I know that you would never have gotten involved with me if you had any doubt about whether or not we would make it out together. I know that you do what you do in order to protect me, as you did today. I know that you will care for me. And I know that you will find a way to combat my human biology and lifespan, so we can spend more time together. I believe in you. I believe that you love me. Now you just need to believe me and believe in my love for you.” 

You tried to look him in the eye, but he skirted your gaze, electing to close his eyes in an act to engrave your words into his memory. He pulled you into a bone-crushing hug suddenly, one arm pulling your torso tight against his, the other wrapped around the back of your neck. Your nose rested between the collar of his purple coat and his neck, and you breathed in his scent of warm smoke and cold mint, a juxtaposition that was very him. You didn’t know if this was the last moment you would ever see him this intimately or ever again and you wanted to remember every nuance in his character that you were allowed the privilege of knowing. 

The Master thought long and hard about his possible relationship with you, ever since he noticed his growing feelings for you. He wondered if pursuing you was worth it, given that you were Human and he was a Time Lord, but you were keen and knowledgeable of The Master’s ways. As soon as he saw you, he began drawing up possible plans for extending your life. He had been so wrapped up in his mind about all of the futures the two of you could live, and now he had the opportunity to live out some of those futures. He believed you. He believed your love. Despite how shocked he was about his feelings for you and yours for him, from this moment forward he refused to live without your love and support. He eventually pulled back, still holding you tightly. You couldn’t read his face and grew even more fearful that you would never see him again.

“Please don’t leave me, Master.” You tried to hold him tighter, in an act to plead for your future with The Master, but he pulled your hands away from his body to hold them in his hands.

“As long as you don’t leave me, Y/n.” The Master’s face broke into a genuinely happy smile when he saw the relief that spread across your face. You hugged him again, and he picked you up and spun you around a couple of times. The both of you giggled excitedly. 

“I guess it's a good thing I made you pack before this then.” The Doctor spoke up when you and The Master separated. Both of you had entirely forgotten that The Doctor was there watching your confessions of love. 

The Doctor was fully supportive of your budding relationship with The Master. She helped the two of you move your suitcases and boxes of souvenirs into The Master’s TARDIS and gave you an emotional goodbye, along with a goodbye to The Fam, and a promise to call and text frequently. Once settled and happy in your new home, all you could do was smile until your face hurt and hug The Master. Both he and you were too excited about the future and your love for the Time Lord to fully comprehend the risks of your new relationship. But at this moment of bliss, the risks were worth it.

Trust In Me

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master kidnaps The Reader away from The Doctor in order to get The Reader to love him. But The Master’s plans are halted when The Reader refuses to not only interact with him but also sleep.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Master hypnotises the reader without their consent, The Master being possessive, kidnapping, darker fic, (tell me if there are other warnings that I should add)

Word Count - 1421

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! I’ll link the softer version of this request here if you would like to read that version.

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The Master loved you. He was obsessed with you. You were his and he was yours. He just didn’t know why he had these feelings for you. You were a Human! The Master would outlive you 100 times over and still have a long life ahead of himself. But he loved you, so suffering in your absence seemed like a minor inconvenience as long as The Master was granted the joy of spending one lifetime with you.

There was only one problem with the situation The Master found himself in: you hated The Master. The Master had killed a close friend of yours while he was disguising himself as O. The Master did try to make you understand his mindset, he would never have killed a friend of yours if he had known that they were your friend, but he didn’t know that at the time of their death. So, your friend was fair game. 

Your hatred for The Master seemed to increase with all the time you were spending with The Doctor. She was poisoning your mind! The Master had to help you, get you away from The Doctor’s toxic lies. Maybe The Master could finally make you see that he was who you should trust? He was the one you should be travelling with. He loved you more than anything. He deserved to travel with you compared to The Doctor who just saw you as a new pet. The Master had to make you see the truth.

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The Master had kidnapped you five days ago, and you hated every second of your time with him. He was always around you, asking you constant questions about how you were feeling in your new home. He would loom over you, lean in too close to your face and always stare at your lips. You were disgusted by his audacity. All of this combined with The Master demeaning The Doctor at every chance, you were becoming infuriated. You were waiting, desperately, for the moment when The Doctor would burst through The Master’s TARDIS doors, or her TARDIS to materialise in The Master’s console room. Either way, The Doctor would have saved you and you would no longer be trapped within the walls of The Master’s TARDIS. 

Tonight was difficult for you. You couldn’t stop thinking of what your future would be. Would The Doctor actually save you? Would you be stuck with The Master forever? What would he do if you didn’t give in to his affections? You couldn’t sleep, like many nights before while you were here in The Master’s TARDIS, and you were becoming restless. So, you walked to the kitchen in order to get something to eat and distract your mind from your kidnapping.

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“What are you doing up?” The Master burst through the kitchen, startling you. You had no idea how long you had been in the kitchen, arguing with The Master in your head, but by his upset tone, it must have been a while. 

The Master stalked toward you. He was trying to be mysterious and alluring, hoping that you would find it attractive, but he just ended up appearing menacing. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” You said while mumbling into your hot drink to avoid his intense eyes.

“Why? You have everything you could ever want.”

“Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you kidnapped me.” 

The Master huffed and turned to face away from you. He pinched the bridge of his nose while trying to come up with something that might impress you. No ideas come to his mind. He wanted you to love him so badly that he was getting emotional and not able to think properly. Maybe if he distracted you for a bit, he could come up with something brilliant.

“Let’s play a game, then.” The Master turned back around to you with open, exasperated arms. 

“A game? You don’t seem like the type to play games.”

“Maybe if you took the opportunity to get to know me, you would find out what type of person I am.” The Master leaned on the table and loomed over you. He was smirking hopefully, but you were too tired to deal with his assumptions right now.

“I don’t want to get to know you.”

“Is that you talking or The Doctor?” Somehow, The Master leaned in even closer to you. To appear nonchalant, The Master stirred your drink with the spoon you lazily kept in it, before returning to stare at your eyes and lips.

“Me. It’s me talking. Believe it or not, I have a brain that isn’t controlled by The Doctor.” 

The Master sneered. He believed you, of course, you didn’t sound like The Doctor like all of her other companions did. However, The Master latched onto the word control. He couldn’t help but imagine you being dependent upon him. Not necessarily 24/7 once you got used to being with The Master, but more so in the bedroom. The Master wanted to control you, completely destroy you with pleasure, and make you want no one else but him. But he would have to work to get you to like him first.

“Maybe you should tell The Doctor that then. She has been speaking for you.”

“You’ve talked to her.” You had been trying to avoid The Master’s gaze during this interaction, you weren’t exactly comfortable with the way he looked at you, so you tended to avoid looking at him entirely. However, when The Master mentioned The Doctor’s communications, you jolted your gaze up to look at The Master in excitement. The Master immediately realized his mistake. He just gave you hope of being saved. That was never going to happen; The Master knew that he better kill your hope in The Doctor now before you get too hurt.

“Before this. She hasn’t contacted me since I collected you, love.”

“Collected? You mean kidnapped. And I don’t believe you.”

“You should. It’s the truth.” A half-truth. The Master ignored every message he received. So even though The Doctor definitely tried to get in contact, The Master never saw said messages.

“Anyway, our game!” The Master needed to distract you and let you get some sleep before he made you love him.

“What game did you have in mind?”

“A staring contest.”

“Why?”

“You said that you weren’t tired. Prove it.” The Master cocked his head to the side and inspected your face: dark circles, burst blood vessels in your eyes, dry skin and messy hair. How did he let you get this bad? He needed to take better care of you.

“Fine! I’ll play your little game.” You finally agreed, too tired to argue. The Master ignored the bitterness in your comment and sat across from you.

When the two of you started the game, you realised that you had never looked The Master in the eye before. You thought you had, even though you knew that you hated looking him in the eye, but it was obvious to you now that you had never seen the beauty that was The Master’s eyes. His eyes were truly beautiful; a warm amber with dark coffee rings surrounding the outside of his iris. They almost remind you of a supernova; they were just so awe-inspiring. You couldn’t stop looking at The Master’s eyes and you felt yourself being drawn closer to him somehow.

“When did you get so close?” You blinked a couple of times trying to figure out when the two of you repositioned yourself in this way.

“I’ve always been this close, don’t you remember?” You shook your head and continued to blink many times in an attempt to blink away the sleepy feeling taking over you.

“Keep looking at me, love. You want to finish our game, don’t you?” The Master grabbed your chin to make you face him again. After he repositioned your face, he kept his hand on your cheek and rubbed his thumb soothingly in circles around your temple.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good Human.” You stared into The Master’s mesmerizing eyes until your eyes fully closed, feeling incredibly heavy. You felt yourself wobble for a moment before letting sleep finally take over. You fell onto The Master’s shoulder and The Master quickly scooped you up into his strong arms.

Maybe The Master hadn’t been the best master he could be to you. So, The Master dropped you off in his room to sleep off his hypnotism and began to enact his plan to woo you properly.

Get Some Rest, Love

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary -The Reader and The Master have been travelling together behind The Doctor’s back. The pressure is getting to The Reader, so The Master hypnotises them in order to help them get some sleep.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - reader being tired, stressed, basically an insomniac, The Master hypnotises the reader without full consent (he doesn’t explain what he’s doing, but the reader does ask for his help)

Word Count - 1805

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! I’ll link the darker version of this request here if you would like to read that version.

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It had been a rough couple of weeks for you. The past couple of months had all been stressful, but the stress had amplified in the past few weeks. 

The Master had made his presence visible a while ago, which you had frankly expected. The Master always seemed to have a knack for escaping every deadly situation with ease. What you didn’t expect, however, was to grow close to the Renegade Time Lord over various encounters and interactions. He didn’t expect this either but welcomed the change and the opportunity to eventually gloat to his best enemy about your connection. Then The Master, after many long and secret discussions, convinced you to travel with him as well as The Doctor. You know why you agreed to this situation, because of your crush on The Master, but you had not expected to be this drained because of it.

It wasn’t even the usual stress of adventures that would tire you out, though. You feared being found out by The Doctor or your fellow companions. You feared dying because there was double the chance of that now. You feared never seeing your family and friends again. You feared losing touch with your life on Earth because you barely spent any time there anymore. You feared the growing feelings you had for The Master and what that would mean for your life. These thoughts would circle your brain all the time, you could only think about something else when The Master distracted you. But now, late at night, alone, was when the thoughts would plague you with no relief. 

The Master was gods-know-where in The TARDIS trying to fix a small hiccup with the engine in order to get you back to Earth in time to rest before the next time The Doctor showed up for you. Of course, because you had access to a time machine, you didn’t necessarily have to stick to a strict schedule, but you and The Master decided to construct one in order to make this situation easier for you. The Doctor could be haphazard in planning, but by having a schedule with The Master, the chance of the two rebel Gallifreyans showing up at the same time was greatly lessened. 

You crept out of your room, wrapped in your favourite blanket, and asked The TARDIS to direct you to The Master. You walked through the halls of the machine, seeing her manipulate her walls for you in order to help you with your mission. The TARDIS led you to the lower engine room, just below the console room. It was filled with long wires and cords, of various thicknesses, cascading down from the ceiling, creating intricate, spider web-like, tangles between bits of machinery. The Master sat hunched in the corner of the room in an old-looking and oil-covered apron and goggles fiddling with a machine connected to easily a hundred wires.

“Master?” 

You peeked your head around the corner of the room while knocking quietly on the doorframe. The Master wasn’t fond of being startled, but you didn’t want to bother him in the first place. You just wanted some help. The Master’s head jolted up to look at whatever was making the knocking, annoyance written on his face. He instantly calmed down when he saw that it was you making the noise, but once he got a proper look at you and noticed how tired you looked The Master grew worried.

“Y/n? What are you doing up? Is everything alright?” You shook your head absentmindedly; you couldn’t really tell where your head was currently.

“I’m sorry for bothering you. I know that you are working hard, but I just couldn’t sleep.” 

The Master carefully stood up while easing the goggles over his head. He manoeuvred through the web of vine-like wires and cords in order to join you under the doorframe.

“Was your mind keeping you up again?” You nodded dozily before yawning into your blanket.

“Come on love, let’s get you to bed.” 

The Master tutted your shoulder and you felt him push you in the direction of your room, but you stopped him and placed a blanket-covered hand over his arm.

“Do we have to go to my room?”

“You would be more comfortable there, no?”

“Probably, but once I go to sleep, you’ll leave, and I’ll be alone again. And dreaming me will probably be able to tell and I’ll wake up again.” 

You trailed off when you noticed The Master staring at you with a mix of sadness and worry and care written on his face.

 “And if I sleep on the sofa then you can continue to work on the engine.” 

“The sofa it is then.”  

Instead of heading directly to the sofa in the engine room, you trailed behind The Master as he headed to a little storage closet to collect some fluffy pillows and blankets. Then the two of you threw the soft supplies onto the sofa. Then the two of you walked to the kitchen to make some chamomile tea and get some warm milk. The Master collected some chocolate biscuits for himself before the two of you sleepily crept back to the engine room with all of your goodies.

The Master tucked you into the bed-like sofa before lighting some candles around the space. The Master then took a well-loved book out of one of his bigger on the inside pockets and began reading once you were ready. But none of this seemed to succeed in making you tired. You jolted up in frustration.

“This isn’t working, Master!” 

“You just need to be a bit patient. You’ll fall asleep in no time.”

“You’re one to talk about being patient, Mr Short Fuse. And we have already tried this method many times, along with the warm milk, meditation, and you making me run circles around The TARDIS console. Clearly, nothing is working!” 

The Master pinched the bridge of his nose in thought and frustration. He wasn’t mad at you; he was upset with himself. He selfishly wanted to have you be his full companion and he had been extending your time together slowly. But doing that decreased your rest time. He was causing you to suffer, which was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to make you happy and calm. The Master did think of one way to calm you down and help you sleep, but you might hate him if you ever found out about it. Your health was The Master’s number one priority, so hypnotising you seemed to be the only solution.

“Why don’t we play a little game, then?” The Master questioned eventually.

“What kind of game?”

“A staring contest.”

“That sounds very Human of you.” You poked The Master’s side jovially, yet tiredly.

“Don’t patronise me. I’m trying to help.”

“I know. I know. I’m just exhausted. I'm sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, my love. I understand. Now get comfy.” You sat up but huddled yourself into a couple of blankets and waited for The Master. 

“Now just look into my eyes and try not to blink. Are you ready?”

“Ready, Master.”

“Okay. Go.”

You stared at The Master’s deep brown eyes. They reminded you of dark amber with flecks of golden honey and rich coffee-like colours highlighting various parts of his irises. They were truly beautiful, just like the rest of him. You could stare into his eyes forever if you were given the opportunity to do so. You thought that you saw The Master bittersweetly smirk, but you weren’t sure. Your eyes were feeling heavy all of a sudden. And so was your body. You felt yourself slouch and your eyes began to fall. Suddenly, darkness took over your world, but you jolted back into awakeness.

“I think I blinked.”

“That’s okay. We’ll just play another round. Keep looking into my eyes.” 

You did as your Master told you to do and you continued to stare into The Master’s captivating eyes. The same heaviness washed over you, as it did before. 

Thanks to The Master’s hypnosis, your eyes finally closed, and your body went limp, and you were finally asleep. The last thing that floated inform of your foggy brain was the love pouring out of The Master’s warm chocolate eyes. 

The Master quickly lunged forward and caught you from falling back and hitting your head on the arm of the sofa. He then pulled you into his arms and rested your head on his shoulder.

“There you go, love. Get a good night's sleep for your Master.”

The Master hoisted you up into his arms and carried you throughout his TARDIS. He sarcastically rolled his eyes at his machine when he noticed that his ship was extending the hallways leading to your bedrooms. The Master paused in contemplation when he eventually reached your bedrooms. He assumed that you were unaware of the fact that he had placed your bedroom across from his, but now he had to make a choice. Should The Master tuck you into your bed or his?

The TARDIS opened his bedroom door for him, and The Master made a mental note to have a little chat with his ship when you were away. But The Master did in fact carry you into his room. He placed you in his messy bed. He couldn’t help but cringe as he reminisced about how he was much neater and proper in some of his other regenerations and how they would most definitely yell at him for having such a chaotic maintenance schedule. Missy would have had a double heart attack if she discovered that her future regeneration had placed a potential partner in a messy bed.

‘How are you supposed to impress them with all this mess, you silly sausage.’ She would have screamed.

The Master did as he intended, though. He tucked you in as best as he could into his messy bed. It looked like you were covered in a nest comprised of a mound of blankets rather than a neat bed. But The Master had to make do with you already hypnotised and asleep like the dead.

The Master then gathered up some devices and notes and climbed into his side of the bed. He tinkered away at some plans while watching over you while you took your well-deserved night’s rest. Eventually, though, The Master also grew tired. It had been a couple of days since he got a proper night’s sleep. The Master stacked his notes and devices onto his bedside table. He then curled himself around you under the mound of blankets and quickly fell asleep with your intertwining scents filling The Master’s nose. Hopefully, you wouldn’t question why you were in The Master’s bed or why he was cuddling you once you woke up in the morning.

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

Beg For It

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master corners the reader and confronts them about their feelings. The Master isn’t prepared for The Reader’s response, though.

Based On This Request -

Prompts Used - #3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

Warnings - Canon typical violence, The Master being The Master (i.e., A desperate slut), some suggestive bits, so 18+, please!

Word Count - 1403

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

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The Master had a habit of staring at you. Whenever he was monologing or generally scheming he would stare at you from wherever he was standing, looking to see all of your facial expressions and reactions. He knew that he should probably be seeing if The Doctor of her companions seemed threatened, but you were so much fun compared to them!

This habit of his escalated to where The Master would separate you from the rest of the group just to hear your opinions on how his current scheme was unfolding. The Master, ever the escalator, then proceeded to kidnap you completely out of the blue. He would always detail his plans to you, even before the kidnapping. But after he started kidnapping you, he would conduct full lectures, hoping for your feedback. The kidnappings, of course, became less focused on plans for world domination and more focused on polite conversion. 

This wasn’t a usual kidnapping, however. The Master had stowed you away to a different part of the castle you, The Doctor and her other companions were exploring. He was rough and held you tightly and barely uttered a word in response to your screams of release. Once the two of you were where The Master’s TARDIS was, the alien left you to pace around the room a bit. You were confused. The Master never acted like this before during one of your kidnappings. You had to stay to get to the bottom of what was wrong with him.

The Master finally addressed you after a word with himself. And instead of him complimenting you every five seconds, The Master seemed much more uneasy about what he was doing today. Like there was something he was hiding from you that he was scared that you would find out too quickly if he didn’t mask his emotions. His shoulders were visibly tense and he kept his hands clenched whenever he wasn’t talking with them. He still complimented you, but they were laced with anger and jealousy. You assumed that it was just because of The Doctor, who had grown closer to you since she noticed how much The Master favoured you, but The Master had a quick temper so really he could be upset about anything. 

You and The Master talked and teased each other while pacing around the room The Master had brought you to. His mood seemed to lighten when your full attention was solely on him, but he would grow upset again when you mentioned The Doctor. Eventually, he broke and shouted at you.

“I am your Master and you will obey me! No one else!” The Master stomped toward you, leaning in closer than he should have and staring at your lips. This is what always happens when the two of you teased each other, so you continued to tease in order to get The Master to break again. Maybe this time he would actually admit his feelings for you which you always assumed that he had. Maybe that’s what he was hiding? Maybe his feelings made him uneasy? You laughed at The Master and his possessive comment and then strutted away from the Time Lord.

“No! I am loyal to The Doctor. You will never be my Master and I will never do what you want!” You said this with a taunting flare, hoping that The Master would know that you weren’t too serious, but he seemed to be in a non-joking mood today.

“Can we just cut the tension and get to the good stuff?”

“Excuse me?”

“You know. The back-and-forth teasing, the longing gazes, leaning in too close to one another, forgetting that The Doctor even exists as we explore the growing feelings between us. You know, all that good stuff that happens when we are alone together.” The Master bounded toward you dramatically and exuberantly. At least you got your answer, The Master did see the feelings growing between the two of you.

“Is that what really happens between us?” You coyly asked as you walked backwards willing. You knew that there was a wall behind you somewhere. The Master eagerly followed you.

“Yes, that is exactly what happens. And I know that you love it.”

“You can’t know that.” You continued to slowly stalk backwards.

“Oh really? I am a telepath after all. What makes you think that I wouldn’t roam through that pretty little mind of yours, love?”

“Because you like me and you want me to like you. You wouldn’t do something like that without my consent.” Finally, you hit the wall as soon as you said the word ‘consent,’ but The Master continued to move forward until he was practically flushed against you. He looked into your eyes for a long time, probably to search your soul for truth in your statement, but the old Time Lord couldn’t help himself from venturing a gaze at your beautiful lips.

“Kiss me.” The Master whispered, desperation dripping from his voice. You almost couldn’t believe that this was happening. Someone as powerful as The Master, who could take whatever he wanted with ease, was giving you the power in this situation. He had made a demand, yes, but he gave you full control over his emotions and hearts by giving you the option to choose what you were to do next. You would have to make your next move carefully.

“Only if you beg for it.” The Master rolled his eyes but moaned in enjoyment. He quickly covered up his moan with a deep laugh. He couldn’t have you know that he wants you that much. At least not this early in your relationship. He had already given so much away to you.

“You’re fun! I knew that there was a reason why I like you. Despite your idiotic devotion to The Doctor, you aren’t like her other little pets.”

“I thought that you said that you wanted to forget about her?”

“I think that there is only one way to do that, love.” The Master smirked again and this time you joined him in smirking before crashing your lips into his. The Master sighed in relief upon finally feeling your hot mouth against his. Getting needier, The Master held the back of your head firmly and pulled you completely against his chest by his strong arm around your back. You smiled when you felt his already hard cock straining against his plaid trousers. You were certain that this would have gone on much longer if it weren’t for The Doctor shouting for you from a nearby hall. The Master broke away from you angrily.

“Damn it!” The Master growled. 

“Leave before she sees us like this. I’ll tell her that you just left me for her to find. You know, just to make her blood boil a bit.” You gently and regretfully tried to push The Master away from you, but he stayed strongly in his spot.

“You better! I want her properly upset given that she so rudely interrupted us.” Despite the urgency of the situation, The Master smiled softly at you like he had never smiled upon you before and then booped your nose with the knuckle of his finger. It was strange seeing him be so loving, but you needed more. The Master whisked himself away dramatically just as you were becoming intoxicated by his presence. He then headed toward his TARDIS, but there was something that you needed to know before he disappeared again. 

“Are you going to kidnap me again?” The Master turned back to look at you. He almost seemed shocked by your vulnerability which was a direct contrast to how confident you were minutes before, but he again covered his emotions with a teasing smirk and a wink.

“Only if you beg for it, love.”

“Please kidnap me again, Master.” You wanted him to know that this was more than just a game to you.

“I’ll kidnap you in the most extravagantly beautiful way, my love.” To your shock, The Master bowed to you to highlight his statement.

“Now hurry before she finds us!” The Master blew you a kiss in a final farewell and disappeared into the warmth of his TARDIS. Moments later, the ship dematerialized, but you could feel The Master’s promise to you wafting through the air. This, most definitely, was not the last time you would be seeing The Master.

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.

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

You Are More Than Your Failings

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader comforts The Master after his plans are ruined again.

Warnings - The Master being upset/sad/depressed/self-deprecating, self-harm on The Master’s part (repeated hitting), mentions of canon typical violence

Word Count - 1123

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. This was totally inspired by a dream I had. It was a great dream that ended up turning batshit, but the part where I was comforting The Master made my heart flutter. I hope that you enjoy this self-indulgent fic!

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The Master failed again. He had spent months on this scheme, and he failed. Just like so many schemes before. Why couldn’t he just win? For once?

The Master tossed his dirty and burnt shirt into a pile of similarly burnt and destroyed shirts. He then removed each other item of clothing that he was wearing and tossed each piece into its own separate pile of burnt and destroyed clothes from past adventures and schemes. He always made a promise to repair his clothes, but he had yet to get around to finishing the said task.

The Master, like today, would just tread off to the bathroom in order to take a long shower after a failed scheme and would forget about repairing his belongings. Now completely unclothed, The Master turned on the shower and waited until it was warm to step inside. 

Once he washed all the dirt and soot and grease and blood from his body, The Master let the water cascade down his face. He thought about the day and the scheme and all the ways he failed. The thoughts wouldn’t stop, they just kept flowing like the water of the shower. The Master banged his head against the tile of the bathroom in an attempt to get the thoughts to stop. He tasted salt. He was crying. He hit his head with his fist a couple of times before trying to calm down.

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You woke up to the sound of the shower running. This wasn’t a great sign. If The Master succeeded in his plans, he would usually wake you up to tell you the “good” news. If something went wrong, he would usually stay to himself, hide away in his mind and berate himself. Of course, every after-scheme cooldown was different. The Master knew what he needed. So, if he needed a quiet shower to come down from a successful scheme carried out, you wouldn’t interrupt him, and you would be there if he needed you. However, previous experiences made you wary and cautious of The Master’s possible sensitive emotions.

The Master eventually walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and another tossed around his shoulders. The Master looked over at you, looked away, then did a double take and jumped upon noticing that you were awake and staring at him. You apologised but The Master just waved you off and moved further into the bedroom in order to get dressed. After he was fully dressed, he just stood and stared at one of his wardrobes. He didn’t know what to do now that you were awake and was starting to panic. 

You could sense that something was wrong, so you removed yourself from the soft bed. You grabbed an old hoodie to wear over your sleep clothes to stay warm before moving to where The Master stood. You didn’t really need to talk, both of you knew what was going on. The Master looked at you for a moment solemnly, while you caressed his arms and chest before he fell into your embrace. Both of you stood holding each other like that for a moment in silence while you rubbed his back and massaged his scalp until you got an idea. 

You pulled back for a moment and told The Master to wait for a second before completely ripping yourself away from The Master's wanting grasp. You grabbed a spare weighted blanket and then pulled The Master along behind you out of your shared bedroom and into the hall of The TARDIS.

“Where are we going, Y/n?” He sounded so sad and defeated. You just wanted to make him feel better.

“You’ll see.”

You smiled to try and give The Master some comfort and you pressed a caring kiss to the back of his hand. You led your partner to the patio of the house that The TARDIS made her outer shell present as. You sat on the large outdoor sofa and wrapped a blanket around yourself. When The Master didn’t join you right away, you spread your legs and patted the sofa between them informing The Master to take a seat there. He slowly and solemnly moved toward you and took a seat between your legs. His back hunched into your stomach.

You wrapped your body, and the weighted blanket, around The Master’s back. He sighed contently. The weight and pressure being placed on his shoulders grounded him and his chaotic mind. You kissed The Master’s shoulders. You spent plenty of time showing love to his shoulder blades, the top of his shoulders, and the top of his spine before kissing up his neck and placing one final kiss on his cheek. You wrapped your arms tighter around him and rest your head against his.

“You are so strong, Master. I am so proud of you. I am always proud of you. I love you so much.”

“You don’t have to do this.” He closed his eyes. You just wanted to help him feel even the tiniest bit better.

“I want to. However, you need me, I want to help you. And you deserve the praise, you always deserve the praise, Master. You are so good and kind to me.”

“You’re the kind one, love.” The Master jolted to face you. You were the one good think he had in his life.

“You need this, I don’t deserve to be praised for doing basic things.”

“I just want you to know that I appreciate you and everything that you have ever done for me. I know that I can be a burden sometimes.”

“You are never a burden, Master.” He only huffed and turned back to look at the Universe in response. You kissed The Master’s cheek and nuzzled into his neck while mumbling praises.

“Do you want to talk about anything?”

“Not yet. I just want to be here with you.”

“Okay. I’ll always be here when you are ready.” 

The Master slumped his head against yours and you could feel him telepathically prodding your mind. You let him inside. The Master couldn’t properly form the care and the appreciation he had for you into words without being self-deprecating, so he just wanted you to feel his unadulterated emotions. You felt his love, his thanks, his promises to return the favour, his hope for happiness, and his calmness from being in your arms. You felt it all. You felt all he had to offer you.

You kissed The Master all over again and held him so tightly. The two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours, just watching the Universe unfold before you while comforting and loving each other through everything that was thrown your way.

I love dark/possessive/toxically desperate Dhawan!Master like everyone else. Hypnotism and kidnapping fics where The Master is pleading with you and corrupting you into turning against The Doctor are so fun.

However

I love the idea of The Master just being so dorky and desperate for your attention and love. Like he's just grasping at straws to figure out what Human mating rituals are because he loves you, but he just fails every time.

"Do you want some [insert priceless alien jewellery that he may or may not have stolen]?”

"How about some books?” (They are texts he translated from old Gallifreyan to English. They could be fairy tales he grew up on or in-depth essays about Time Lord courting rituals. He wrote them in a manic state, so they are very messy, but he also wrote cute notes in the margins!)

"Or [insert strange random alien fruit that even he discovered recently after reading a book that he thought was about Humans but was actually about slime people at 3am]?”

"Do you want rocks? I hear Humans like rocks! Your planet is named Earth after all!”

"Just take the rock.” (It’s a thirteen-foot-tall crystal that he dug out of the depths of some Earth cave.)

"I want you to have the rock.”

"Keep the rock” (The TARDIS had to turn her floors into a conveyer belt in order to get it from the console room to your room and then she had to expand the door to your room just to get it in there.)

He's just trying so hard to get you to love him and he just doesn't realise that you have no idea what he's talking about or what the romantic connotation of certain alien objects are.

Share Your Coat And Jumper

O x Reader (Dhawan!Master x Reader)

Summary - The Reader gets cold on a day out and finds an inventive way to share O’s clothes

Warnings - Mostly fluff and some innuendos, so 18 plus please. O lying about his true identity, but that’s O for you

Word Count - 802

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested.

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O rarely ever took time off of work. He was offered breaks and holidays throughout the years of working for MI6, but he always refused them and continued his beloved work. Somehow, though, you managed to convince O to take a well-deserved break. There was an autumn festival close to your shared flat with O and you thought that it would be a quiet getaway that he would enjoy. 

“It’s quite cold out today. You should probably wear a jacket, or a jumper, at least.” O worriedly said as the two of you prepared to leave for the festival.

“O, I’ll be fine. It’s not that cold.” You boasted as you walked to the door of the flat.

It was so cold. As soon as you walked outside your apartment you felt the bitter cold of the wind rake through your body. O gave you a questioning look before locking up the door, but you brushed him off and began leading him to the festival.

For O’s enjoyment, you were able to hide how cold you were decently well. You constantly had a cup of hot cocoa in your hands, you huddled around heaters, and you always stayed incredibly close to O. You suspected that he knew what you were hiding, though, but you weren’t going to admit anything to your sometimes prideful roommate. Your coldness didn’t matter, what mattered was that O had a fun and relaxing break from work.

You were successful in that, at least. O loved the autumn festival. He loved the free cocoa and cider. He loved the corn maze. He loved hay bale ride. He loved pumpkin picking and pumpkin carving. He especially loved the autumnal food and the almost Hallmark movie-like autumnal aesthetic visible everywhere. To your surprise, O even loved the carnival rides and festival games scattered around the fairgrounds. You were so happy that he was having fun and smiling.

By the end of the evening, though, you couldn’t handle the cold anymore. O wanted to see the fireworks and because this was supposed to be his break from work, you had to stay to make him happy.

You shuffled impossibly closer to O as the two of you watched the fireworks. O gave you a questioning and suspicious look, just like he had before the two of you left the flat, but you elected to ignore it. You finished your current cup of hot cacao and threw the paper cup into the recycling bin. You couldn’t help but look longingly at O, he looked so happy and relaxed. You wished that you could make him this happy all the time. You also wished that he wasn’t so stressed because of his job. At least, you could cheer him up on days like this.

 A big gush of wind breezed through the festival and your body caused you to shiver and shake and get distracted from longing after O. But then, once you recovered from the breeze, an idea appeared in your brain. You manoeuvred closer to O and snuck your hands under his jumper. You hugged him and rested your head on O’s shoulder.

“What are you doing?” O asked, confused yet overall unbothered by this new development.

“My hands are cold.”

“But you’re hugging me.”

“The rest of me is cold, too.” O chuckled, which rumbled through you, He wrapped his arms around you, causing his coat to also wrap itself around you too and give you some more warmth. This definitely was the best way to watch the fireworks in the cold together.

“Told you so.” O commented superciliously. 

“Okay, Mr Spy, no need to gloat. You must have a super secret, super sciency, alien gadget that fell from the sky that you and your people thought was a weapon but was actually just a weather machine.”

“No, nothing like that. I just watch the news and actually listen to the weather person when they are speaking.”

“Hmm, I don’t believe you. You must have some alien tech.” O chuckled again at your stubborn statement.

“Next time you should just listen to me when I tell you to wear something warmer.”

“Or you could just make me do as you say.” You felt O tense around you, so you looked up at him innocently. His pupils were blown out and his mouth gaped in shock. You were worried that you had ruined the day and everything between the two of you with that comment and you were about to apologise until O spoke.

“Do you want to head home a bit early? You know, to continue my break from work celebrations in a more … private … environment.” A sweet yet suggestive smirk etched itself upon O’s beautiful face.

“I would absolutely love that, O. Anything to help you relax.”

O, What a Beautiful Morning

O x Reader - Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - Waking up in bed with O on a rainy day

Warnings - Implications of sex. Minors DNI, please! O lying about his true identity

Word Count - 538

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested.

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A dim light snuck into the bedroom through the opening of the curtain. You could hear the pitter-patter of rain softly hitting the roof. Even though the day was rainy and cloudy, the light peeking through the curtain was still too bright. You turned over in bed with a soft groan and settled back into the softness of your mattress.

The arm of your partner, O, snaked around your middle and he massaged his hand up and down your spine. He moved closer to you. O bumped your nose with his then kissed your forehead gently. He was always more awake in the mornings compared to you. Sometimes you wondered if he even slept.

“Good morning, love.”

“Good morning.” You grumbled while curling sleepily into O’s chest and clutching up his sleep shirt in your hand.

“How did you sleep?”

“Very well. Had many dreams of you.”

“Oh really?” O always seemed intrigued to hear about your dreams.

“Yes, in one you were an alien. In another, we were travelling in space and time together. And in another, you were conquering an alien planet after just killing the emperor of said planet. Crazy, right?”

“Astounding. You must be starving after all those adventurous dreams, I can make you some breakfast if you’d like.” In your tired state, you were blissfully unaware of O’s worried tone as he quickly tried to steer the conversation away from your unknowingly accurate dreams.

“No, I want you to stay here with me!” You sleepily grumbled in a childish manner. You brought the hand that was holding part of O’s shirt to wrap around him, so he couldn't leave. Not like he would want to leave you, but you still found this measure necessary in your sleepy, hazy state.

“Then I could read you the next chapter of the book we were reading.”

“I might fall asleep if you do that.”

“I should do everything in my power to keep you awake, in that case.” O curled into you some more and nipped at your neck affectionately. That jolted you to alertness.

“O! How forward! I must be rubbing off on you.” You braved a quick peck to the outer corner of O’s mouth before falling back into his arms.

“In more ways than one.” O continued to tease. He always had these small random moments of forwardness that seemed a bit out of character, but O was entertaining no matter how he was acting. So, you didn’t always mind the change. 

“You are determined to keep me awake, aren’t you, Mr Spy?”

“Unfortunately for you, yes I am. So, what would you like to do this morning, my love?”

“How about we stay in bed so I may rub off on you some more, making us plenty hungry so we can make breakfast together.” You smiled innocently, hoping that O would give in to your request. O had a hard time saying no to you, so him turning you down was a rarity, but you still felt the need to put on the innocent act.

“That sounds absolutely delicious, love.” A smile spread across both of your faces as the two of you celebrated the beautiful rainy morning together in domestic bliss.