"This Thing About Being A Rebel, Being An Outsider, Also Has Its Price. I Always Took A Step Away From

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

Comfort Cuddles

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master joins you in bed after a day of his plans failing. He’s soft and wants to be close to you.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - Nothing, just fluffy goodness.

Word Count - 1409

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. This request was submitted on my old Tumblr account, but this is the second thing I wrote based on this prompt. I just got another idea and I had to write it. I hope that you enjoy it!

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The Master didn’t like being seen as weak, but he knew that you were his weakness. He knew that he needed you. You were his other half. You made him better. You never once asked him to change, despite the fact that you never wanted to kill or manipulate people or planets. You were always there for The Master when he was stressed about his plans for universal domination or when something he was tinkering with wouldn’t work out just right. The Master needed you, always and forever. He needs you.

It was so easy for The Master to be filled with hate. He loved hurting people, he loved revenge plans and plots, but he never felt hate towards you. He loved you. The Master loved you more than the hate that filled his life before the two of you were together. He hadn’t told you his feelings yet. He was always bad at that, telling you his feelings, but you always treated him with kindness and patience. You never pressured him to do things out of his comfort zone. That just made The Master love you more, though.

Being in love with you made The Master anxious. He couldn’t remember being in love before. He might have been, but it was easy for him to imagine that he had never been in love before. When he first met you, he was overcome with a wave of protectiveness all aimed at you. He hated the fact that The Doctor spent their time picking up random Humans, but mostly out of jealousy about the fact that he didn’t have anyone. However, The Master hated seeing you with The Doctor because he knew that she would get you killed. The Master couldn’t understand why he felt such protective feelings, but he decided to not ignore them and to seek you out. 

Over the months of the two of you interacting, both of you grew closer and you left The Doctor, under conditions, of course. You accompanied The Master as a friend, but that obviously expanded to a more romantic connection. Now the two of you were months deep into a committed relationship, but he was unable to tell you how much he loved you. The Master wished to be better for you, though. You were always there for him, and sometimes he felt as if he needed to be there for you more than he was. Especially to be there for you in more emotional and emotionally intimate circumstances. 

The Master looked over his console to check the time. It was about five in the morning, Earth time, so you would still be fast asleep. The new machine he was trying to build wasn’t working out as he wished it to, and his new plans had a massive plot hole in them that he didn’t know how to fill. He was incredibly frustrated, and his brain felt as if there was a fog shifting heavily through it, clouding over the information he was trying to seek out. 

The Master didn’t require as much sleep as you did, but, in the past, cuddling with you always calmed him down and helped him think. Either wrapping himself around you or being held securely by you somehow managed to always cause things to fall into place in his sometimes disordered mind. So, The Master cleared up his little work area as much as he could and walked down to your shared bedroom.

The Master slowly and quietly entered the room, so as to not wake you. Upon seeing you, The Master smiled. You were cocooned, in the middle of the bed, in the purple comforter that the two of you shared. Your head was laying more on his pillow than yours. You looked incredibly content. The Master silently took his shoes off, then his clothes, leaving him in only his underwear and socks, then climbed in beside you.

You were only wearing his old black hoodie, from one of The Master's previous regenerations, and underwear. Your skin felt cold under The Master’s touch, you should have worn some pyjama pants or socks or something warmer. The Master cuddled up behind you, nuzzling his face into your neck. He brought his arm around you and placed his hand over your heart to feel it beating. He loved doing this. It reminded him that you were alive and that you were real and with him right now.

You stirred a bit because of the warmth of his hand on your chest and mumbled some incoherent words and phrases. The Master tried to hold you a bit tighter in an attempt to not wake you. It worked for a moment; the pressure of The Master’s body around you brought you comfort in your sleep. However, you stirred out of your sleep due to the change in temperature of the bed.

“Master?” You tried to turn around, but The Master’s arms were placed firmly around you. 

“Go back to sleep, love. It’s too early for a Human like yourself to be awake.” You were still tired, but you loved being in his presence, so naturally, you wanted to keep talking to him.

“When do you come to bed?”

“Only a couple of minutes ago. I tried to not wake you up.”

“You’re so warm, though.” You successfully turned around in The Master’s arms this time, after prying his arms off you momentarily. Your eyes were still closed, but you moved to kiss his face haphazardly. The Master smiled and chuckled at your sleepy state, and he pulled you closer to his chest until you were practically laying on top of him.

You kissed The Master’s face, neck and chest, and any part of him that you could reach, every once in a while, as you asked him some questions about his day. The two of you had spent the majority of the day apart because he was busy with his newest scheme, and you were trying to plan a party for your best friend on Earth.

“What were you doing? Did you finish that one thing?” The Master was shocked that you could form somewhat coherent sentences when it was obvious that you were still in a sleepy haze, but he was willing to talk until the two of you became so sleepy you couldn’t speak anymore.

“No, I think I tried too hard to push a thought-cube into a gravity converter and the whole machine I was working on didn’t appreciate the change either.” The Master caressed his hands up and down your back beneath the hoodie you stole.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure you will think of something. You always do. You are so smart.” The Master smiled as he felt you nuzzle into his neck again. His feelings were bubbling up again. He didn’t feel like he could hide them anymore. And if you didn’t respond well, you probably wouldn’t remember because of how tired you were. So, The Master thought that this would be the best time to reveal his true feelings.

“Can I tell you something, Y/n?”

“You can tell me everything, Master. I will always be here for you.”

“I love you.” You opened your eyes and smiled up at The Master.

“I love you, too. I have for a while.”

“Me too. I should have told you earlier.”

“Yes! Yes, you should have!” You suddenly popped up from where you were cuddling into The Master’s chest and pecked him on the lips. The Master chuckled, kissed you again and then returned the two of you back to a cuddling position. 

“Let’s go to sleep, yeah? Then see where the new day takes us?”

“That sounds lovely, Master.” You shifted slightly to kiss his cheek one more time, and then you nuzzled back into his chest, occasionally kissing him there before eventually falling asleep. The Master fell asleep soon after you, holding you tightly to his body. 

The two of you slept soundly until around midday in Earth time. Neither of you always got the privilege of a quiet, domestic life together. You both enjoyed your hectic life in space, travelling throughout time and hopping from adventure to adventure. But both of you appreciated the softer moments of your lives together, given how rarely they happened. You loved each other so much, and sometimes spending a morning in bed together was all the two of you needed to make a day memorable.

Alone

Dhawan!Master x Reader

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

Warnings - The Master being sad and threatening violence

Word Count - 841

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love the fact that my internal clock decided to shift just as soon as I start trying to be more productive on here. It really is a great feeling!

Borrowed Black Hoodie

Simm!Master x Reader

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

Warnings - nothing, just fluff

Word Count - 957

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do not!”

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

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

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

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

I have been thinking about rewriting and writing some of(all of eventually) my requests and original fanfictions from my old tumblr account. I’ve finally got some motivation! But I don’t know if anyone would want that, but I think it would be cool!

First Proper Date

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Doctor takes The Reader on your first proper date since beginning to date, and this time nothing is going to interrupt the two of you.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - some suggestive stuff, so 18 + please, references to canon typical violence, some references to 13’s Era trauma but could take place at any point in time in the plot, me making up random planets

Word Count - 810

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

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It took so long for you and The Doctor to begin dating. You loved the back-and-forth flirting and then immediate bashfulness that occurred between the two of you, but the constant embarrassment and miscommunication getting between you and Gallifreyan were infuriating. Not to mention all of The Doctor’s enemies and past making your relationship strained or unable to move forward. Finally, however, everything suddenly seemed calm, and you and The Doctor could just be yourselves without the threat of your relationship being stolen away.

The Doctor wanted everything to be a surprise. She wanted your first real date night with each other since becoming a couple to be sweet and romantic; she wanted to fully express how much she loved and cared for you. The Doctor planned to take you to the planet Amares, the first place you had travelled to with The Doctor. She would rent out a beautiful hotel suite and cook you a delicious picnic dinner for the two of you to eat on the balcony of the room, overlooking the scenic planet. Then later, the two of you could explore the planet, go sightseeing, relax, or do anything the two of you wished,

However, The Doctor wasn’t the best cook. She was trying to practice the meal she would cook for you, but it ended up in smoke. You had run out of your room assuming that something had gone wrong with the console only to find The Doctor trying desperately to put out a fire on the kitchen stove. After helping your goofy, well-meaning partner clean up the disaster she made, you pried the reason for all of this commotion out of The Doctor.

And despite how much The Doctor wished to do everything for you on the date, you eventually convinced The Doctor to allow you to cook for the event.

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The day of your date finally arrived. The food was properly, and safely, cooked. Both you and The Doctor were dressed in fancy clothes. And you had packed up all the necessities for the small trip. Since both of you were quite hungry, you set up the picnic and ate the delicious meal as soon as you arrived in the room.

After being fully fed, The Doctor pulled you up from where you were sitting. You assumed that she wanted to look at the scenery of the beautiful planet, but she ended up placing her other hand on the small of your back and began swaying with you back and forth.

“I’m not exactly the best dancer, Doctor.” You warned.

“Neither am I.” The Doctor responded in a carefree manner.

“Really?”

“Really. I have had so long to learn but never have. Maybe we could learn together?”

“I would love that, Doctor!”

In your excitement you stumbled, accidentally hitting one of The Doctor’s feet and losing your balance. The Doctor quickly grabbed you around your waist to stabilise you, but she didn’t plan far enough ahead to counteract your weight. She fell backwards onto her back, bringing you with her. Luckily, the two of you landed on some blankets and pillows.

“Sorry.” You mumbled into The Doctor’s shoulder.

“No! This is brilliant!” The Doctor was smiling so wide, her nose was scrunched, and she was giggling harder than you had ever seen her giggle before. 

“How is this brilliant? I fell on top of you, Doctor!”

“Exactly, on top of me.” You felt your face heat up upon realizing the implication. You wanted to move forward with The Doctor in that way, but neither of you had discussed adding a sexual dynamic to your relationship before today. 

“I can move if you want.”

“I don’t want you to move, Y/n. I love seeing you like this.” The Doctor smiled happily and brushed her hand against your face. She loved having you so close, but then she remembered to make sure you were okay with all of this, too.

“But if you want to move you can. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by moving too quickly!” She quickly became frantic. The last thing she wanted was to cause you to become uncomfortable because of her absentmindedness. 

“How about we move to a more comfortable place, Doctor? Like the couch or the bed or we could even go back to The TARDIS.”

“We should definitely move to the bed. As long as you -” You cut The Doctor off with a kiss.

“I am very comfortable, Doctor. I want to move forward with you.” 

You smiled down at your perfect partner and she smiled back at you. The Doctor then flipped you over. She then picked you up from the floor and carried you to the bed where the two of you spent the majority of the day learning the best ways to express your love for each other in a new way.

Work Hard, Rest Hard

O x Reader ( Dhawan!Master x Reader)

Summary - Your roommate O is incredibly kind; he is very willing to help you calm down in any way he can.

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

Warnings - the reader is incredibly stressed, anxiety, hypnotism, hypnotism without consent

Word Count - 947

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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You had been living with O for a couple of weeks now. Your last roommate moved out randomly and you had been scrambling every day to find a new roommate at such short notice. Thankfully, O moved in pretty soon after and was able to pay for half of the rent, which you had been struggling to pay in full on your own.

O was very willing to pay for the next couple of weeks' rent in full to make up for when you had to pay the rent in full. But you refused. You didn’t want your new roommate to be forced into doing something like that. But O did that anyway. He wanted to relieve some stress from your shoulders. He could see that you were tense, and he wanted to help you without being too intrusive about your personal life.

With O’s help, a lot of stressors were removed from your plate, but you still had so many things to do. The thing that kept you up most nights, however, was your work. You were a bit behind on things and were given a notice to have everything completed by the upcoming Monday, but you also had to complete this week's work, as well. You would have to stay up late to finish it all in time. 

You were currently pacing around the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, when O walked into the kitchen.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s great.” You mumbled insecurely while tapping your foot wildly.

“You seem a little stressed.”

“No, I’m perfectly fine.” O walked up to you as you were preparing your tea.

“You can tell me anything. Just so you know.”

“You don’t mean that.” You huffed. To you, O was still a stranger and why would a stranger care about you and your health?

“I do.” O tentatively placed a hand on your shoulder causing you to finally look into your roommate's eyes. He did look to be incredibly sincere, so you broke down and told O the truth.

“Things are just a bit complicated with work. I’m struggling to stay on top of things.”

“I have some work to do. We could maybe just work together. Make sure that we through everything.” You nodded, relieved, to O. 

You and O worked together for a while. O seemed to be flying through all of his work, but you, on the other hand, were still struggling immensely. You looked over at O typing away on his laptop then returned to stare at your own computer; barely a sentence was written on the open document. You switched to writing some notes in a notebook; you hoped that physical handwriting would make your brain flow better. But unfortunately for you, that did not help. You slammed your notebook down on the table and groaned in mental agony.

“I can’t do this O! It's just too stressful! And I’m not good enough!”

“Don’t say stuff like that. I know that you can do this.”

“No! No, I can’t. I should just quit because I’m such a failure!” You stood up and began pacing as you had before in the kitchen. You felt yourself begin to start heaving breaths. Air didn’t seem to fill your lungs fast enough. You then began to flap your hands back and forth in an attempt to call yourself down. But nothing worked and now you felt like your head was spinning.

“Shh shh, look at me.” O was suddenly in front of you, holding you by your shoulders.

“O?”

“Just look at me. You can do that right?” You nodded as O cradled your face in his hands. O’s soft thumbs were resting on your temples, rubbing circles into your flesh every so often.

“Now take some deep breaths with me.” O instructed and you did as you were told.

“Better?” O asked after a few minutes of the two of you breathing deeply together and you nodded in response. How did you suddenly feel so much better? 

“Do you want me to make you some food?” O’s hands returned to your shoulders and continued to hold you tightly.

“You don’t have to.” 

“Look at me.” O said sternly, but with a lace of warmth; that mix of emotions you had never been on the receiving end of before. You locked eyes with your roommate and felt that feeling again, that feeling of calm and reassurance you had after O had helped you relax.

“Do you want food?” O asked again and you nodded.

“Okay, I’ll make you your favourite. Why don’t you take a nap while I prepare it?” You nodded again as an intense wave of tiredness washed over you. You felt like you had nothing to say even though many responses were rippling around your mind. But before you could question anything that had happened you were fast asleep on the couch.

You woke up to O stroking your arm and muttering something that you couldn’t understand. 

“Hello, sleepy head. Have a nice rest?” O crooked his head to the side to look at your fully.

“Yeah, surprisingly I did.”

“The food’s ready and I planned out a system to best complete everything.”

“O, you didn’t have to do any of this.” You said as you fully sat up.

“Of course I did! Now, let’s get through this together, shall we?” O held out his hand for you and you took it, happily, excited for the evening with O. You didn’t know why, but you just had this gut feeling that O would do anything to help you, and that feeling calmed you down more than anything else in your life had.

I need to write some Professor!Dhawan!Master fics.

Should I make up an alias, just call him O, or just call him The Professor.

Or was he called something special as this persona in The Power Of The Doctor and I just missed it.

2017 / 2021