About Me

Hiya!! 4 and 14 for the ask game? :D

Hiii bestie! :) I am answering this now (when I am tipsy) because I had a busy homework day on Sunday.

4. Who's wardrobe would you like to steal?

I think that I already dress similarly to Capaldi!Doctor/Twelfth Doctor, especially during the wintertime. Just tons of plaid trousers and ratty old sweaters and hoodies. And I dress like Rose Tyler on casual days. So I could share wardrobes with them.

However, I think that I might like to steal Martin!Doctor/ The Fugitive Doctor's wardrobe or Dhawan!Master's.

I'm not really sure why, but I love The Fugitive Doctor's outfit. I might have some sensory issues with the tuffy ruffles of her shirt because I don't know material it's made out of, but I love the look of her vibrant shirt covered by the TARDIS-like blue of her suit.

And The Master is The Master. They are always classy. I saw your post praxeus-13 with this number, and I totally agree with you! Dhawan!Master's outfit gives me gender envy! I want to look as good as he does!

But, also, I want all of The Doctor's and The Master's coats! I need them!

And (finally as a drunk note) I just wish that I looked good in ties, bowties, suspenders, etc. I don't think I do, which makes me sad, but I always looked to The Doctor and The Master as the pinnacle of fashion and my genderfluid self wants to look like those genderfluid alien.

14. What's a song or piece of writing that you associate with a character/story arc/relationship on the show?

I love looking through soundtracks for any form of media; it's one of my favourite things to do when I become invested in a new show/movie/etc. So, I definitely find myself listening to songs from Doctor Who in my day-to-day life. Rasputin by Bony M, Voodoo Child by Rogue Traders, I Can't Decide by The Scissor Sisters, Chances by Athlete, etc.

I listen to Skyfall by Adele a lot when thinking about Spyfall parts 1 and 2.

And I think of Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams when I think of Tennant!Doctor/Tenth Doctor because of episode The Christmas Invasion.

Now a list of my random maladaptive daydream song choices -

Where Did The Time Go? by Dr. Dog - Travelling with The Doctor or Master

Ruler of Everything by Tally Hall - Master vibes

Problem by Mother Mother - The Master x their love interest

Arms Tonight by Mother Mother - That one scene from Last of The Time Lords where The Master died in The Doctor's arms

As The World Falls Down by David Bowie - The Master seducing their lover

Cold Cold Cold by Cage the Elephant - This song reminded me of Vincent Van Gogh, but also my own struggles with depression and anxiety

Spillways by Ghost - This song reminds me of all the trauma both The Doctor and The Master faced at the hands of Gallifreyan Elders, but this song is also the inspiration for a fic/maybe fic series I am making about The Reader being the Timeless Child (thanks to a very kind anon)

And finally (I have more if anyone is interested) Sunflower, Vol 6 by Harry Styles reminds me of Vincent Van Gogh

I still can’t respond to people or message them >:|

Soft Spot In The Hearts Of A Murderer

Simm!Master x Reader

Summary - The reader has a panic attack after hearing people being killed day after day on The Valiant, and The Master comforts them.

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

Warnings -The Year That Never Was, The Reader has a panic attack/anxiety attack, hypnotism, hypnotism without consent, canon typical violence

Word Count - 1095

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

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For some reason, The Master allowed you to roam the halls of The Valient unaccompanied, maybe with the supervision of a guard or two, but usually, you could just go your merry way around the ship. However, you rarely ever did this. You never wanted to see what was occurring on the Earth down below, you didn’t want to see the Toclafane unleash a flurry of lasers onto Humanity, and you didn’t want to see what The Master had done to any of your friends. 

You were a coward. Or, at least, you thought that. Martha was Gods-know-where, her family were being used, and everyone aboard was being tortured and degraded, except for you. And you couldn’t do anything to stop The Master because you were so crippled with fear.

The past couple of days you have been staying in your room all instead of roaming The Valiant on occasion. You assumed that no one would notice your absence. Unbeknownst to you, though, The Master was causing hell to everyone around him whenever he didn’t see you. He constantly tried to escape the day’s plans, but apparently destroying the planet Earth and scouring it for a “fugitive” was difficult and time-consuming work. But eventually, the day was mostly over, and The Master was free to spend some time with you, just in time for dinner.

The Master made his way past random Valiant guards and security toward your room. He thought about what he would order for dinner in order to impress you, which he desperately wanted to do. He had absolutely no idea about how you were feeling or why you were absent today. But if he had been aware, he would’ve spent the entire day trying to cheer you up and make you feel special.

A gentle knock on your door startled you away from your anxious mind. You thought that you might just ignore it, as it was probably just a guard. But then there was another set of knocking, and you noticed the rhythm. Was it like that before? You couldn’t tell. And again: knock knock knock knock. You rushed to the door, worried that you had waited too long and now The Master would be upset with you. You had never seen him upset with you, but he always seemed upset when he was with someone else. He would probably be upset with you at some point, so why not now. 

You opened the door tentatively.

“Ah! Y/n, it’s lovely to finally see you.” The Master smiled at you, but his eyes looked clouded with latent rage. You cursed yourself. You should have gone out of your room today to see him. 

“I missed you today.” The Master up again when you didn’t respond.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise. We all have reclusive days. I just hope that I haven’t done anything wrong to worsen your mood.” The Master entered your room without asking you and instantly began looking around. He actually wasn’t trying to be intrusive, he just wanted to get to know you better. And maybe if he knew you better, then he would know the best way to get you to love him.

“No, no of course you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, Y/n.” The Master suddenly stopped looking through the bookshelf he had gifted you, trying to see which books you have read, and he turned to face you.

“I don’t know what -”

“I know that my presence here hasn’t been the most comforting. I have destroyed your planet and terrorized your people and I have, frankly, been a right menace aboard The Valiant, especially when there are some political manoeuvres that I have to plan. All I am saying is that I would completely understand why you would hate me, Y/n.” It almost looked as if The Master’s eyes softened as he spoke, but you assumed that it was a trick of the light.

You didn’t know how to respond. You wanted to say something brave, something calling out The Master’s horrible behaviour, but nothing formed because your anxiety seemed to be controlling everything at the moment. You were too scared that this was all a trap and that The Master would kill you after you revealed your true feelings. But then a rolling thunder sounded around The Valiant.

“What was that?”

“Oh, just the evening patrol.” The Master nonchalantly responded. 

You felt your chest tighten. You immediately thought of Martha. What if this was the moment she was caught and killed? You could have done so much during your time aboard this ship, yet you did nothing. 

The Master was saying something, but you couldn’t hear him over the thumping of your heartbeat in your ears. Your breath began to quicken and heave. You suddenly felt incredibly dizzy, and the room looked like it was spinning. You tried to move to a nearby chair, but you missed the seat and stumbled onto the ground. You heard The Master calling your name, but you were unable to respond; you were far too focused on the anxiety attack you were having and the horrible thoughts circling around your mind.

“Hey. No. Don’t do that. Everything is going to be fine, sweetheart.” You shook your head ‘no’. Things did not feel fine. The Master joined you on the floor and stroked your arms and face soothingly. He hated seeing you like this. Is this how you acted when he wasn’t around? Did he cause you to be in this much pain? The Master never wanted you to hide anything from him, even your bad thoughts. The Master just wanted to comfort you and know the real you.

“Look into my eyes. Everything will be calmer in a moment.” The Master held your face softly in his hands and brushed his thumbs across your temples. You met the commanding alien's gaze tentatively. His eyes were beautiful; they were a warm brown with green specks and waves rolling through his irises. You never noticed that before.

A calm rushed over you. You were no longer plagued by the thoughts of Martha dying or that you were not being brave enough or that you were not being a good companion to The Doctor. You were so calm and relaxed in fact that you felt your body grow limper. You fell into The Master’s chest. He brought two of his fingers to your chin and gently moved your face to look at him.

“Now, tell your Master what’s wrong, sweetheart.”

Hey, if anyone wants to send me some Valentine’s Day requests before I close my requests, you may!

I already received one that I am really excited about.

That is so cool!!! I really don’t know why I don’t remember this. It sounds like something I would remember.

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.

Hello Everyone!

I’m getting back into posting after a lot of mental health issues, but I am excited to be doing this again! 

Check out my pinned post to see what I write and who I write for.

I also have my Fic Masterlist linked on my pinned post if you would like to check that out. 

Have a Great Day!!! :)

- Ghost

Edited 28 September 2024

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200 Followers!!!

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Best Laid Plans Of Monsters and Masters

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master follows the Reader after a scheme he created in order to get closer to the Reader.

Warnings - Stalking, the Reader being attacked but saved, general Master and Doctor Who shenanigans, me making up random alien species

Word Count - 2513

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. There is some hint of a Dhawan!Master x Reader x Whittaker!Doctor relationship and tension between the three of them.

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It was about mid-afternoon on the planet SEK-217, the two suns were mostly covered by a thick overcast, but it was still a lovely day for an adventure and a lovely day for a scheme. The Master clicked open his fob watch to check the time. It wasn’t the same fob watch he was given by the leaders of Gallifrey, it was the one he had commissioned after he destroyed his home planet. He loved the look of them, but the wound of the Timeless Child was still fresh, and he didn’t want to carry any memorabilia of the past on his person.

You were late. The Doctor must have kept you and her mindless troop of fans trapped in one of her rambles. She was always playing host. It made The Master sick. He wanted to be the one to teach you about the Universe; he wanted to show you everything.

You didn’t know about The Master’s want, however. You didn’t even know that you were late for your appointment with him. You barely even knew who he was. You only heard vindictive whispers about him from Yaz and The Doctor. 

The Master had infiltrated The Doctor’s TARDIS months ago, long before The Doctor had any sort of inkling that he had survived Gallifrey. He initially wanted to stalk The Doctor and figure out all of her companions' worst nightmares to use all of the information he gathered against them.

But The Master was distracted by you. He was surprised that you were still a companion. You were a fan of the more quiet adventures and all of the chaos of the recent adventures you went on were getting to you. The Doctor had tried to comfort you, but she was never able to fully calm you. The Master knew that he could take care of you better than she ever could.

The Master had grown fond of the idea of you and wanted to learn more about you.  He would sometimes sneak little notes and comfort items to you, but unfortunately, you always thanked The Doctor or The TARDIS, never him. He wanted to make you see him and realise that he was the one helping you. He wanted you to know that he would always be the one to help you.

He initially had problems devising a plan to get you alone. Since you started feeling the stress of the adventures and travels with The Doctor, the more she felt the need to surround you at all times. The Master thought that his Best Enemy was overcompensating, mostly to keep you around instead of leaving her. You seemed to like the company, but you kept your mind hidden telepathically from her, and subsequently The Master. He assumed that the reason was that The Doctor was also trying to read your mind and you put up mental protections. The Master’s hypothesis was practically confirmed when he felt The Doctor’s presence in Yaz’s mind. She must have moved on to someone less likely to fight back against the telepathic pushes. The Master could still sense The Doctor’s obsession with you. She needed to learn her place.

The Master felt The Doctor’s guilt. She hadn’t asked for consent and The Master found that to be weak of her. He was aware of the slight irony, but this whole process began as a villainous act, so consent wasn’t crucial for him to obtain at the time. That would spoil his fun. However, even if you hadn’t placed mental protections on your consciousness, The Master refused to look through your mind without you knowing. He had no moral objections to watching you but crawling through your most personal moments for his own pleasure, he would never do that unless you allowed him to. He wanted to learn about your truest self from you, not from snooping. 

The Master eventually devised a plan to interact with you alone. He ended up enlisting the help of an old revenge partner. Wrez of the Kroakdeilians wanted to take revenge on the Allgars, a neighbouring kingdom to his kingdom. He had contacted The Master to help him. The Master helped because he too had a negative history with the Allgars. But Wrez tricked The Master, using his mind and equipment before turning on him. Now that Wrez had forced the people of Allgar and Kroakdeilia to follow his instruction, they protected him from being found by The Master. 

However, Wrez was unaware of The Master’s ability to easily hypnotise anyone. The Master quickly hypnotised an underling to deliver a message of friendship and alliance to Wrez. Of course, this was a lie to get the Kroakdeilian on The Master’s side, but Wrez didn’t need to know that. 

All he needed to know was that he would pretend to attack you once you arrived at the designated spot, but The Master would show up and stop him. Then The Master and he would pretend to fight each other, and The Master would win the pretend fight.  

Up atop one of the hills of SEK-217, The Master looked at his fob watch once again. You had to be close by now. The Doctor couldn’t keep you forever. A bing sounded on his TCE, notifying him of your presence near the hill across from him where Wrez lay waiting. The Master sent a nod to his compatriot, who he would soon betray, to get ready. 

You walked down the pathway, confused as to where Dan had gone. You knew that it wasn’t safe to continue alone, but you had to finish the task The Doctor gave you.

You walked toward two large cliff sides where the pathway you were on cut between them. There was a large enclave that cut into one of the cliff sides and the other cliff side abruptly cut off to a sudden drop to the sea of the planet below. 

Suddenly, a Kroakdeilian jumped down before you, causing you to stumble back toward the wall of the enclave. The Doctor said that the only creatures on the planet should be the indigenous species, and she said that none of them were dangerous; a Kroakdeilian should not be here. 

The creature swung an arm out to you menacingly which you somehow dodged, but then it pushed you back onto the ground with its other clawed hand. The creature loomed toward you. It blocked out one of the planet’s suns, which peaked out behind a gloomy cloud, with its tall, hunched and spiked shoulders. Just as the creature was about to dig its clawed hand into your vulnerable torse when it was then pulled back by a random force. It then let out a terrible, pained scream as it was shrunk to the size of a doll.

“Thank you! So much - Oh, it’s you.” You were happy to be saved but grimaced upon seeing The Master before you.

“No, I’m The Master, remember?” The Master chuckled as you groaned at his reference to his spy persona. You weren’t in the mood for jokes after almost being killed.

“What are you doing here?” You got up and dusted off your pants to avoid looking at him. He looked better than ever. You always found him to be a very attractive person, but it was clear that he was much more confident now. 

“Just a bit of business.” You tried to question him, but he wasn’t forthcoming. He just kept smiling and looking at you, proud of himself for finally getting you alone and killing someone who betrayed him at the same time.

“Fine. Don’t answer any of my questions. I’m going now. Bye.”

“What? I don’t even get a thank you for saving your life?” You responded with a curt ‘no’ and then began walking in the direction you thought you came from.

“Wrong path there, love.”

“Shut up!” You shouted back towards The Master, quickly recorrecting your path while The Master chuckled behind you. 

You quickly walked up the path and answered some texts from Yaz, Dan and The Doctor. You explained that you didn’t find what The Doctor wanted you to search for because you were attacked. They told you that they were headed your way to help you. You were going to text them that you were safe until you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around, fearful that the creature had returned somehow or wasn’t alone on the planet, but you only saw The Master tripping over his feet while he toyed with his TCE and another device that looked like a Human mobile phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Following you. Were your eyes damaged in the incident? If you think that you are hurt, I can give you a good once over.” The Master winked at you after eyeing you up and down. You huffed and turned away to hide your flustered face.

“No, I’m fine, obviously. But why are you still following me?” 

“So you don’t get attacked by another monster, silly. Can’t return you to The Doctor if you have been torn to shreds, can we now?”

“Return me? I’m not her property or pet or whatever you think our relationship is like.”

“I like the sound of that.” The Master smirked and eyed you up and down again.

“Stop flirting with me.”

“Why? You like it and you know it!”

“I do no -” 

“Y/n!” 

“Doctor!” You spun away from The Master to see The Doctor and your friends running toward you. You heard The Master mutter something about cockblocking under his breath, causing you to roll your eyes. The Doctor shouted for the rest of her companions to get back behind her.

“What are you doing here, Master? Just give Y/n back unharmed and then we can talk.”

“All I am doing is protecting them, Doctor. I’m doing a better job than you ever could.”

The Doctor asked you what he was talking about, completely not believing a word he was saying. You explained how the creature attacked you while you were out searching for the place where The Doctor directed you and Dan before the two of you were separated. You continued to explain to her that The Master appeared and saved you from the creature, then followed you here to make sure you were safe. Your friends all erupted in a chorus of “what”s and “how is that possible”s and “why would he do that”s and “he’s evil”s. 

“I’m standing right here!” The Master exclaimed.

“Yes, I can see that! But why are you here? Why did you save Y/n?” The Doctor continued to spew out questions, causing The Master to dramatically roll his eyes.

“You know, make everyone aware of all of the work I do to make Y/n feel safe.” Your friend group erupted into another chorus of ‘what’s.

“Now run along. Go play with The Doctor’s other pets.” The Master gently pushed you toward The Doctor.

“We aren’t her pets!” Yaz and Dan screamed in unison.

“Well, Y/n isn’t. But you two definitely are!” You shot The Master a vicious look because of his teasing, warning him to stop. He immediately stopped his berating comments and held his hands up in defence, but you knew he was only joking. The Doctor saw this and a million questions about the relationship budding between the two of you, but now, in front of him, was not the time for that. You were safe and the adventure was over because The Doctor and Yaz found whatever your alien host was looking for on their own. So, all of you could go back to the TARDIS and relax.

“We will be leaving now, Master. As long as you don’t have a little friend waiting in the wings to attack us. Might as well bring them out now, so both you and I can protect the people we care about.” The Master tilted his head up contemptuously at his old friend. He was shocked by her audaciousness and the fact that she always called him the supercilious one of the pair of them.

“You have a wild imagination, Doctor, and a lot of gall to think that I would ever collaborate with you. I don’t need you to help me. I can take care of Y/n by myself. Without looking through their mind, I might add.” The Master smirked when your head snapped to look at The Doctor, whose face began to turn a bit red. You tried to question her about The Master’s statement, but she all but ran to her TARDIS demanding for everyone to follow her. 

You sighed and began walking toward the ship. You glanced back at The Master, hoping that he might allude to something more, but he was fiddling with his TCE and the Human mobile phone again. You slumped forward continuing to follow your friends, more consumed by your thoughts than your surroundings. Then you felt a notification go off on your phone. You removed the item from your trousers pocket, shocked to see a text from The Master.

“If you ever need me, for anything, just send me a quick text. I will always be ready to defend you.”

You turned back once again; you saw The Master smiling sweetly at you. You waved a goodbye, which he happily returned. Suddenly, he stopped, raising his hand in a matter-of-fact point before pulling out his TCE and his mobile phone once again.

“Also, there is no need to worry about The Doctor. I put protections on your phone, so she won’t be able to track any of these communications. Just wanted to make sure that you knew that this was a safe space.”

You quickly texted back, “Thank you, Master. And thank you for saving me today.”

“I will always do anything for you, and only you, my dear.”

“Y/n, come on! The Doctor wants to leave as fast as possible.” Yaz poked her head outside of The TARDIS, which you were leaning against to causally text The Master. You shot one final glance at The Master before clambering into the time and spaceship. 

The Master watched and waited until The Doctor’s TARDIS dematerialized fully before heading back to his ship. He smiled down at his TCE, seeing the three dots informing him that you were typing out another text to him. He knew and accepted the fact that he still had a long way to work forward until the two of you could be together, but he made many successful steps today. And he could guarantee one thing: he planted the seed in your mind to help you lose faith in The Doctor today. Now it was just a waiting game that The Master was prepared to win. 

On the journey back to his time and spaceship, The Master whistled and skipped gleefully. All the while tossing the miniaturised corpse of Wrez the Kroakdeilian up into the air and promptly catching it in his hand. He really couldn’t wait to see you again.

Dark Side Of The Moon

Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary - After a stressful couple of weeks, The Reader and Peter decompress together.

Warnings - mentions of canon typical violence, mentions of physical harm because of missions and training, mentions of trauma/depression/sadness

Word Count - 1766

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I hope that you enjoy!

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Things had been loud lately; the world, Xavier Mansion, your head. All of it was just way too loud. There seemed to be news being made every day, most of it bad. Many students and official X-Men members have been sporting injuries and bandages throughout the school. Professor Xavier, even, was spotted with bandages around his shoulder and neck this morning. If he found himself hurt, then it was bound to happen to you soon.

You were a newer student at Xavier School. You were a late bloomer; your powers only appeared in your early twenties after your ex broke your heart. Sudden change or trauma, Professor Xavier said when he first explained your newfound powers to you, could cause the previously dormant mutant gene in your DNA to make itself known. He then said that, frankly, it was unlikely for the gene to remain dormant for your entire life; trauma and change were, sometimes, unfortunate but quintessential parts of Human existence and therefore couldn’t be avoided.

You still felt so incredibly out of touch with the majority of the people either staying at or attending school at Xavier Mansion, no matter what The Professor had told you. You felt useless. You felt uprooted. You felt out of place. You didn’t feel like you belonged anywhere, not in the non-mutant world or the mutant world. 

Professor Xavier constantly argued against your negativity. Somehow, he always seemed to have hope, in both you and the world. He would always encourage your studies and just say that you just needed a bit more training in order to control your powers. Obviously, you understood his perspective, even though you disagreed with it sometimes. But when everything seemed to be falling apart and you couldn’t properly help yourself or the people around you, it was difficult to not be negative and actually see the positive things in life. 

You usually listened to music to get your mind off of the pain and guilt you felt. As soon as you left a classroom or training you would pop on your headphones and press play on your Walkman until you returned to your room. As soon as you got there, you would select a record and play it on your record player and just relax until you felt better. The length of time it took for you to fully relax to music had been getting longer with each passing day, though, and you worried that you might be entering into an incredibly dark place.

Today you were lying on the floor of your room, just thinking, while listening to Dark Side Of The Moon by Pink Floyd. You had already finished your classes for the day and training had been cancelled due to so many people being injured. Everyone was instructed by The Professor to have a calming couple of days to heal from their less severe injuries and catch up on their studies. You already finished the majority of your mutant homework, as well, so you were just left with your mind to deal with. As not being busy meant that you actually had to focus on the thoughts in your head and the worries you had. You didn’t really know how to relax no matter how much you tried to accomplish that goal with music.

Dark Side Of The Moon by Pink Floyd was an album that always resonated with you. Maybe, subconsciously, that’s why you chose it today. To both help you relax but also to help you process some of your emotions. 

Unfortunately, this album also reminded you of your parents. You hoped that they were okay. It had been a while since you talked to them. You didn’t know if they were disappointed in you or mad or just uncomfortable, but you missed them and wished that they would either come to see you or respond to any of the messages and letters that you had sent them.

The world wasn’t perfect before you discovered that you were a mutant, you were well aware of that. But you, at least, knew your place in the world. Now you felt burdened by the newfound responsibility these powers gave you and the stigma that was now attached to your name. Right now, you felt like there was nothing you could do to help yourself except to listen to the track currently playing on your chosen record.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

In the middle of the song “Time”, you heard a knock at your door. You sucked in a breath. You didn’t really want to see anyone. You wanted to be alone and just process things. Professor Xavier, though, always encouraged you to try and meet new people at your new home, not just go to him if you needed anything. So, you braced yourself and prepared to interact with someone potentially unknown to you.

“Come in!” You shouted over the music. You heard the door open, allowing the hallway light to stream into your dimly lit room, but you didn’t sit up fully. All of your effort was being put into allowing someone in your space; you didn’t have enough energy to spare in order to sit up to greet the stranger at your door.

You turned your head to the side and saw the person who knocked. Peter Maximoff stood in your doorway, a bit frazzled looking. He had a forced smile on his face and a bandage peeking out from the sleeve of his Rush t-shirt.

Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying home to watch the rain

And you are young and life is long

And there is time to kill today

And then one day you find

Ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run

You missed the starting gun

“Are you okay?” You asked the speedster who was standing eerily still. You shared a few mutant classes with Peter and trained with him a couple of times. He had to go easy on you every time you were on opposing sides of training activities. Peter was always apologetic to you after the fact, in his own Peter Maximoff way. One time, about two months ago, he kicked your ass into the next week and gifted you a box of Twinkies as an apology. 

Other than your interactions in classes and training, Peter was always nice to you, often sparing you from the majority of his pranks. Despite some people living in Xavier Mansion, you never had a reason to dislike the speedster. You would even dare to say that you sought out his company on the rare occasions when you felt comfortable enough to. Even though you did want him to feel similar feelings, you were shocked to see Peter standing in your doorway.

“Oh yeah! Everything’s great … well, not great but fine. I just heard your music in the hall.”

“Oh, sorry! I can turn it down if it’s bothering you.”

“No! I’m cool with it. I’m just wondering if I could listen with you. Hangout, you know, if you are comfortable with that.” Again, you were shocked that Peter wanted to spend time with you, but you allowed him to join you.

“Yeah, Peter, that sounds nice.”

Peter closed your bedroom door and walked into your room. You were surprised that he didn’t use his powers. He usually always used them, often to the annoyance of other mutants.

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun

But it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Peter laid down on your carpet in a similar position to you. Once his body fully relaxed, he let out a big sigh. You looked over at him. In the closeness, you saw some more cuts and bandages littered over his body. You were going to say something about it, but Peter ended up speaking first.

“I love this album. Always have since I first heard it.”

“Me, too, even though it makes me a bit sad.”

“Yeah, I know that there’s a lot of trauma in the album, but it always made me feel seen.” You saw out of the corner of your eye that Peter was talking with his hands, causing a small smile to break out on your face.

“That’s why I chose it today. I just felt small and a bit broken lately. Somehow this album always makes me feel better despite the tragedy within it.” Peter smiled bittersweetly at your comment. He didn’t think that someone would be able to understand him as much as you did, even though The Professor always encouraged Peter to reach out and make a connection with you.

“You have a good taste in music. We should do something like this again. If you want.”

Every year is getting shorter

Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to nought

Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone

The song is over

Thought I'd something more to say

You looked over at Peter and he looked over at you. You noticed a couple of scabs on his cheek and chin. You frowned upon seeing them. You wished that the world wasn’t like the way it was. You wished that none of your mutant friends and peers had to hide or fight. You just wished that everything could be normal.

“Hey.” Peter brought you out of your thoughts and intertwined his hand in yours.

“I’m okay, and you’re going to be okay, too.” You smiled bittersweetly, touched by his words and his worry for you. You then curled into Peter’s side and layed your head on his shoulder. 

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

When I come home cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

“We should definitely do this again, Peter.” You heard him chuckle before you felt him tighten his grip around you. The two of you then let the album play on while you both relaxed in silence.

Far away, across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spells

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.