Aftercare, I Love You

I'm trying to prove a point to my brain: Reblog if you think fanfiction does not need sex to be good.

There is a trend I’ve noticed that smut fics tend to be much more popular than anything else and honestly I just want to have something to look at to remind myself and that writing doesn’t have to have sex to be worth putting out into the community.

I watched the new Doctor Who episodes a couple of days ago and I loved them!

My baby Orlo has a scar!!!😭😭😭

It’s hot, but don’t hurt my baby!!!

Sacha Dhawan in Last Tango in Halifax series one episode one

I literally need to start writing for Ghost!

I’ve been a fan of them for over a year and I literally have to listen to them every day other wise the day doesn’t feel right.

I guess that the concert was the deciding factor.

But I also just need to revise my character list for requests, in general.

Choosing You

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

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

Based On This Request -

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

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

Word Count - 912

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

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

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

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

“Think highly of yourself, do you?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Will that really happen?”

“Yes, it will.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You bit him.”

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

“I love you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n! I didn’t mean it like that.”

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

I am IN LOVE with Maestro!!!

You Don’t Mean It

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master is living on The Doctor’s TARDIS and grows close to the Reader, but he refuses to believe that you could possibly have feelings for him.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - Self-deprecating thoughts and self-esteem issues on The Master’s part. Me making up alien planets and creatures.

Word Count - 3270

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. This is a bit of an AU where all of Whittaker!Doctor’s companions are travelling together. This was also a request from my old Tumblr, but I got another idea, so I decided to write it, too. I hope that you enjoy it.

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The Master thought that this was all a dream. He had been alone for so long. The only things in his life were pain, death, revenge, betrayal and loneliness. Now he had a group of people who didn’t hate him. ‘Friends’ was probably too strong of a word, he knew that, but at least he wasn’t alone anymore. 

The Master couldn’t help but spiral sometimes; thinking that all of this was a dream, and he would wake up alone again. Or, even worse, he was plotting a revenge plan on the planet Hypnos and a Ypnyotic Worm had burrowed into his brain and was now injecting him with its poisonous and hypnotic venom. So, all of this could be a fever dream. Even though he liked not being alone anymore, he could easily move on if he found out that the life he had been living with The Doctor and her little companions was all a dream. He would not be able to move on from you so easily, however. 

You were the opposite of him. When The Master still denied his feelings for you, he tried to compare you to The Doctor and any of her pets, past or present, but he was never able to make a successful comparison. You were uniquely yourself. You were bright and lively, even during your bad days, you always tried to make the best of any situation. But you weren't afraid to talk back and confront The Doctor, unlike a lot of her pets. The Master loved that about you. You wanted to see the Universe, but you weren’t desperate to have The Doctor love you. 

Along with your alluring personality, The Master had a soft spot for you. You were the first person to reach out to The Master once he joined The TARDIS crew, to try and extend the olive branch of peace to him. The Doctor didn’t even need to ask you to, like how she had to ask the rest of her companions to do so. You just wanted him to feel welcomed. You couldn’t imagine how difficult an adjustment this must have been for him and, considering the fact that everyone else aboard were distancing themselves from him, you didn’t want to add to the dogpile of negativity.

Now, the two of you were like two peas in a pod, doing almost everything together. You both even had a set routine. You would help him cook breakfast for the companions and The Doctor and then after all of you ate, you and The Master would go to the library. There you would either choose books for the other to read, pick a book and read together silently by the library fireplace, or read aloud to each other. Sometimes though, even though the two of you would choose books to read, you would not read them. Instead, you would continue the conversations you began while making breakfast until it was time for lunch. 

You were late today, however. The Doctor was off doing whatever, and her other companions were still asleep, so your routine wasn’t that horribly and inconveniently skewed, but The Master was worried. You were never late. You voiced to him, one morning, that you only kept the schedule for him because he was so particular, but you were still always on time. 

Just as The Master grew tired of waiting and prepared to make his way to your room to see what was up with you, you walked through the doorway of the kitchen. You jumped a bit when you saw how upset and tense he looked, staring down the doorway. He tried to calm down quickly. He didn’t want you to think that he was mad at you, he was just worried. But he still had questions for you and your lateness.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes! Of course. I was just thinking and pacing in my room and lost track of time. I’m sorry for being late. Do you have something planned for breakfast today?” You grabbed your apron and put it on, all the while rambling and walking briskly through the room with barely a glance cast to the Time Lord. The Master didn’t respond to your follow-up questioning and instead walked over to you to look you in the eye.

“If something is wrong, you can tell me.” The Master awkwardly placed his hand on your shoulder. 

“I know that things might be a bit unusual, but I thought that we have been growing close.”

“Nothing’s wrong, Master. I would tell you if something was bothering me, I promise.” You smiled sincerely towards the rebel Time Lord, and he seemed to believe you even though he was still curious about your strange behaviour. So, the two of you decided to play normal and prepare breakfast as you usually did. The Master entertained you with various embarrassing stories of The Doctor and numerous stories that painted The Master to be a great warrior. You loved hearing The Master’s tales, but despite the fun you were having, you couldn’t help but think back to the realisation you had made that morning. 

You woke up more excited to make breakfast with The Master than you had ever before. You just thought that you were lonely, The Master being one person on the TARDIS to take the time to truly understand you. But when you were in the shower, you realised the difference in your feelings. You had fallen in love with The Master. You panicked. You were excited for yourself but quickly became fearful that The Master would never reciprocate. So, you paced around your room and thought of how you were going to handle this situation. You resolved to just play along with the friendship you and The Master had formed and hide your feelings for as long as possible. That’s when you noticed that you were late, so you ran to the TARDIS kitchen to keep up appearances.

You and The Master were almost finished with breakfast. The two of you had made this breakfast several times, so despite the delay, you finished the meal basically on time. After the meal was prepared and the table was set, you would be the one to notify the rest of the companions and The Doctor that breakfast was ready. The TARDIS had placed a large pull-down lever on the furthest wall of the kitchen that would set off a string of chimes and bells in everyone’s rooms. If anyone wasn’t in their room, the TARDIS would notify them herself after you pulled the lever. 

So, you made your way to the device. The Master stopped, however. He grabbed your arm softly and turned you back around to face him. You gave him a questioning look and The Master opened his mouth to speak. He closed his mouth, clueless of what to say, and stood in thought for a moment before finally speaking.

“I meant what I said earlier, Y/n. If something is wrong or you just need to talk about something, I’ll be here if you need me. You’ve been here for me more than necessary. I would like to return the favour.”

“Master, I want …” You trail off when The Master moves his hand up to your face and brushes the pad of his thumb over your cheek. Your eyes locked onto his. It could have been the atmospheric yellow lighting that permeated The Doctor’s TARDIS, but you could have sworn that The Master’s pupils dilated.

“You had a bit of flour on your face.” You nod in understanding but turn away quickly to hide your warming face. Upon turning, you see The Doctor, Yaz, Ryan, Graham and Dan all standing awkwardly in the second doorway of the kitchen. You didn’t know how much of the encounter they observed, but judging their open-mouthed and questioning faces, you assumed that they had seen enough to come to their own conclusions about your relationship with The Master. The Doctor coughed to defuse the tension and barreled past her companions to get to her seat as fast as possible.

“What wonderful breakfast will we be enjoying today, then?”

Despite The Doctor’s attempt to lighten the mood, she was unsuccessful. All of you mainly ate in silence, except for when the Doctor would feel awkward with the silence and try to ramble her way out of it. The Master would always roll his eyes when The Doctor would do this. You always managed to catch him when he would do that, causing you to giggle a bit and try to hide your face from him and your friends. 

The Master kept looking at you throughout the meal, though, mainly wondering what you were thinking. He loved the giggles he would cause, but he knew something was different with you today and he inspected every part of your demeanour for a hint of what could be troubling you. You didn’t seem upset like you had just received bad news. You looked calm, more so like you came to a realisation and are happy about what you just realised. He hoped that it was something about him, but you probably didn’t think of him as anything other than a charity case. 

The Doctor and her companions finished up their breakfasts and gradually walked out of the kitchen to go about days. Thankfully today was a calm day without a set adventure, so you could all just do as you pleased. Yaz was the last to exit the room, dragging The Doctor out behind her. They seemed close. And you didn’t seem to care or notice. All you did was finish eating your own meal before beginning to clear up the table. So, The Master calmed himself when he ruled out jealously from his list of possibilities for why you might have been upset this morning. 

The Master had noticed over his time in the TARDIS that you didn’t appear to have a crush on anyone on board, you mostly hung out around him, even on adventures. Maybe you realised that you liked someone? The Master assumed that you probably liked someone back on Earth, definitely not him. Why would you like him?

When you and The Master began to curate this routine of yours, the two of you agreed with the other to do the clean-up after breakfast. The Doctor and her companions, but especially The Doctor, were surprised that The Master would demean himself by washing the dishes, but unknownst to all of them, The Master just liked hanging out with you. The general schedule eventually extended to the rest of The Doctor’s companions cooking lunch and dinner either going out or the two groups would take turns. 

The quietness between the two of you continued while you washed up, but there was an excitement hidden in your actions. Both you and The Master loved the next part of the routine, going to the library. 

Thankfully, you and The Master didn’t walk to the library in silence. Upon leaving the kitchen and starting your journey to the library, you sparked up a conversation about The Master’s childhood. The Master was shocked, at first. He wondered why you would want to learn about his past. But he had opened up to you about his time on Gallifrey before, so he brushed it off as you just being curious.

Upon entering the library, you went your separate ways searching for the best book for the other. You went off to the section of the library you could actually read. The Master could read almost anything in the library, but he chose to stay close to you, observing you to see if everything was truly okay.

The Master looked at you through the missing books on the bookshelf. He smiled when you scratched an itch on the tip of your nose adorably. Then shook his head in fear; he realised what that thought meant. He had had these thoughts before, but for some reason, his brain didn’t make the greater connection. He conjectured with himself that he most likely didn’t realise his feelings for you because he was relishing in the feeling of no longer being alone. The fact that you were late this morning made him anxious. He feared that you were hurt, lost, or just bored of him. He couldn’t stand any of those possibilities. Especially the thought that you would no longer wish to be around him one day. He assumed that that would happen, though.

The Master looked down at the book in his hands, but he was not looking at anything in particular. The Master was too lost in thought to pay attention to anything. He was too distracted by you and the thought of being with you and how to make you feel better today.

You found your book and motioned to The Master, but he didn’t notice you through the bookshelf. You walked around the bookshelf, trying to get The Master’s attention. You called out to him multiple times, but he just stood in the middle of the aisle, holding a book loosely and staring at his feet. You reached out to gently grab his arm. He jolted at your touch; his eyes fluttered around before finally landing on your eyes. 

“Did something happen? Are you okay?” The Master blinked in response, still a bit confused after being drawn out of his imagination.

“Of course I’m okay. Did you find a book?”

“Yeah, what about you? Are you ready to sit down?”

“I’m not really interested in anything today.”

“Oh. Do you want to call it a day?”

“Do you?”

“No. I like spending the days with you, Master. Do you want to read with me? Or we can do something else.”

“I can read to you if you want. Like I did when you were sick a couple of weeks ago with Tarrairiuum Flu.” 

“I’d love that, Master!” You bounced on the balls of your feet before excitedly pulling him toward your favourite sofa. He stumbled a bit but recovered quickly and followed you, continuing to hold your hand tightly. He wondered if you were just doing this to cheer him up. If all you were doing, the entire time he had been staying on The Doctor’s TARDIS, was tricking him into feeling things. If you were tricking him into being a better person. Tricking him into not scheming. Tricking him to love you. All to appease The Doctor. You couldn’t love him. You just couldn't. He was a monster. 

You manoeuvred the Master to where he was lying down on the sofa by the now lit fireplace thanks to The TARDIS. He couldn’t tear his eyes from you the entire time. When The Master was finally settled, you grabbed a quilt that was thrown over a nearby chair. You crawled over The Master and cuddled into his side with your head on his chest, just like you had when you were sick. The beats of his hearts gave you so much comfort to you then and now.

“Comfortable?” The Master questioned with a smirk.

“Very.”

“Good.” The Master adjusted a bit to open the book you had chosen and began to read.

You stared at him for a moment. His voice always made you feel so many things at once. There was a softness to it that always relaxed you. When he was excited, you could tell in his tone, and it always made you happy to see him joyful. You would always laugh when he would make a sarcastic comment about The Doctor in your ear, there was always jealous gravel laced in his speech. He always sounded so beautiful to you. 

His soft yet slightly chapped lips moved steadily as he read the words of your favourite book. He was about to finish the chapter, and you moved impossibly closer to him. He finished the chapter with gravitas and made you excited for the next chapter even though you had read the book many, many times. He partially closed the book, one of his hands being used as a placeholder. You took his unoccupied stance as an opportunity to kiss his cheek in a moment of love and impulsiveness. A smile broke out on your face when you saw his flabbergasted expression. That was a look you had never seen on his beautiful face before.

“Why did you do that, Y/n?” He sounded scared and worried. Two feelings you never heard him express except for this morning.

“Because I wanted to, Master.”

“Don’t play with me, Y/n.”

“But what if you are so much fun to play with?” You teased and giggled. But The Master’s expression only darkened and grew more serious, so you dropped the joking attitude. 

“What’s wrong, Master?”

“You don’t mean it. So, I don’t find your teasing funny.” The Master snapped his head back to the book, but only because he couldn’t look you in the eye as you rejected him.

“But I do mean it.”

“No, you don’t. Don’t pretend just to make me feel better.”

“Okay, I’m going to stop this before we just bicker back and forth. What will it take for you to believe me, Master?”

“I don’t know.” The Master mumbled sulkingly. You stared at him for a bit longer, upset by how defeated he looked. You moved to kiss his cheek, but you moved slowly to give him the opportunity to push you away. He didn’t move away, so you kissed his cheek again. Then his jaw, then his chin, then his nose, and then his forehead. You could feel his breath quicken and his hearts beat more rapidly.

When you looked back at him, he looked even sadder and broken than before. That was the opposite effect that you wanted.  You kissed his nose one more time then nuzzled your nose against his then placed your forehead against his forehead. He closed his eyes, relishing in the physical contact. Physical contact that he had never received so passion-filled before.

“You can read my mind if you want. If it will prove to you that I am genuine and that I do love you.” His eyes popped open when you said the word love.

“No. I don’t think I need to now.” You wouldn't have offered to have him rummage through your mind if you were lying. 

You moved back, but The Master followed you. He brought his free hand up to cradle your face, occasionally his thumb would brush against your lips.

“Can I kiss you?” You nodded, smiling, and uttered a breathy ‘yes, Master’ before The Master softly pulled the two of you back together. His lips were as soft as they looked as they danced with yours. You regrettably had to pull away to breathe, though, but you giggled when you saw The Master smiling at you.

“I like seeing a smile on your face. Especially when I know that I am the cause of it.”

“I could say the same thing to you, Master.”

“Is this why you were late? Creating a little scheme in order to get me to kiss you?” You giggled again at The Master’s now proud and teasing attitude.

“Well, how else would I get you to kiss me?”

“You little minx!” The Master smirked before attacking you with neck kisses. You began laughing again when The Master’s attack caused you to fall backwards onto the sofa. The TARDIS made sure to lock the library doors and direct The Doctor and her companions away from the library that morning.

Sneaking Around

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master stops the reader in the hallways of The TARDIS to have a private moment, but they are interrupted by the owner of the ship.

Based On This Request - 

Prompt(s) Used - #12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss. And #22. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

Warnings - Nsfw, so 18+. There’s no sex, but there’s talks of sex and experimentation. And there is a lot of making out and foreplay.

Word Count - 1126

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

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You walked out of the library, a new book on your current hyper fixation in hand. Suddenly, two hands tightly grabbed your hips and pulled you into a darkened hallway. The hands turned you and moved you gently up against the nearest wall. A series of deep kisses were then littered against your neck as The Master pressed his body into yours.

This was new to you, feeling so much attention from him, but you never wanted it to stop. Beginning to date The Master, Rebel Time Lord and warrior in the Last Great Time War, was not what you expected to happen after The Doctor forced The Master to live in her TARDIS. It was a pleasant surprise, but a surprise, nonetheless. All you hoped was for The Doctor and The Fam to respect your choices because you were happy with The Master, and you knew that he was happy with you.

“Master …”

“Yes, love. Say my name.” The Master’s kisses became wetter and more frantic as he moved his way up your neck to your jaw. He moved his hand up to cradle your face and pull you further into his embrace. You gasped as The Master pulled your bottom lip down with his thumb while he sucked a mark just below your jaw.

“We can’t do this here.” The Master hummed into your neck, trying to keep himself from chuckling at your anxiety. It was probably warranted, but The Master couldn’t resist you.

“Why not?” The Master bit your earlobe, causing you to moan.

“Someone could walk in on us.”

“No one is going to walk in on us, Y/n.” The Master peppered your face with kisses in an attempt to calm you down.

“But what if someone does walk in on us? We’re in a hallway.”

“I hacked the TARDIS layout, so my room was close and I darkened the lights to give us some atmospheric ambience. We’ll be fine.”

“But - ” The Master pulled back to look at you properly, but he kept his hands firmly on your waist. The Master liked to have fun and absolutely adored teasing you, but consent was very important to him. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable. He only wanted to give you pleasure.

“If you are really uncomfortable, we can stop and go to either of our rooms. You did say that you wanted to experiment a bit. I just want to make you happy and keep you satisfied.”

“I know, but are you ready for The Doctor or The Fam to find out about us? Especially in such an … exposed … way.” You looked away, a bit nervous at the thought of someone walking in on you and The Master. The Master’s fingers curled beneath your chin and made you look him in the eye.

“I’ve been wanting them to know that you belong to me for a while now.” The Master smirked and winked at you, knowing that that always drove you crazy.

“Master …”

“Do you want to stay or go?”

“I think we can take the risk.” The Master smirked before crashing his lips into yours, causing your body to be fully pressed between the TARDIS wall and The Master’s torso. The Master held your face in between his hands, not allowing you to pull away from his demanding kisses. The Master was always so magnetic, but when he was doing everything that made you weak, there was no way to resist his charm. You couldn’t help but grind your hips, looking for some sort of relief. The Master quickly noticed this and placed his knee in between your legs and moved one hand back to your hip to guide your actions.

The Master moved his other hand from your cheek to your neck, putting pressure on your neck but not fully choking you. You snaked your hand down his torso to his pants. You could feel him smirking against your lips as you unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. You pulled back to ask if you could continue and The Master eagerly consented. The Master gripped your head with both of his hands again and pulled you back into a fierce kiss as you moved your hand into his trousers to massage his hardening cock through his underwear.

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A swirling alarm began blaring on the TARDIS console, causing The Doctor to freeze mid-monologue.

“What’s that alarm for, Doc?” Graham asked innocently, worried about the sickened expression that crossed The Doctor’s face.

“It’s … uh … nothing! I’ll be right back.” The Doctor ran around out of the console room as quickly as possible, ignoring the worried questions from The Fam. She fumbled through the halls of her TARDIS, trying to find the device she had created that had fallen deep in her bigger on the inside pocket. The Doctor assumed that you and The Master were seeing each other, and she wasn’t exactly excited about that. So, the Doctor created a little machine that would notify her if the two of you were getting too close for her comfort, and pop popcorn. For some reason, she felt the need to add a popcorn function to the little device, just in case.

The Doctor ran a bit faster when the little device pinged yet again. A bright red button was flashing on the screen. If the button turned purple, it would be too late for The Doctor to stop you. Code purple, The Doctor had called it, was definitely something that The Doctor did not want to see. Thankfully, The Doctor rounded the corner and found you and The Master before Code Purple was reached.

“Y/n!” The Doctor called your name, hoping that it would cause you and The Master to separate. You screamed upon hearing The Doctor yell your name and hid your face in The Master’s chest. The Master only growled in annoyance due to the interruption.

“What do you two think you are doing?!”

“Well, we were having just a bit of fun, Doctor.” The Master tried to get you to look back up at him to see if you were okay, but you continued to hide your warm face in The Master’s torso.

“This is completely unacceptable!”

“Like you don’t do this with Yaz, mom.” The Master sarcastically retorted, finally managing to get you to look at him. He caressed the apple of your cheek and booped your nose with his, basically ignoring The Doctor’s nervous monologues.

“How! How dare you?!” The Doctor tried to look anywhere but where the two of you were still holding onto each other. Unfortunately, she noticed where your hand was located during the entirety of this conversation. 

“Y/n, get your hand out of The Master’s pants!”

Sunlight

Frenchie x Reader

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

Warnings - light sensitivity/overstimulation

Word Count - 647

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

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

Not my gif. All credits to the gif maker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you need it.”

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