Drumming Noise Inside My Head
Drumming Noise Inside My Head
Dhawan!Master x Reader
Summary - The Drums are raging in The Master’s head and The Reader comforts him.
Warnings - The Master’s Drums, The Master being insecure/depressed/sad/stressed
Word Count - 2229
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. This was inspired by The Drumming Song by Florence & The Machine. This song always reminded me of The Master, so I just thought I should write a fic based on it.
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The Master couldn’t believe that you wanted to be with him. He was brash and impulsive. He had a tendency to be rude and not aware of other people’s emotions. And, obviously, he was a murderer who constantly created various plans to destroy planets, galaxies, and, of course, his best enemy. Despite all of that though, here you were, travelling along the ride of life with him for a reason that he could not understand.
The Master was naturally suspicious, ever since he was young. Maybe it was an effect of looking into the Time Vortex at such a young age and The Drums that invaded his mind since that event, or maybe The Master was just like this, or even something else responsible. Maybe everyone and everything in The Master’s life just led him to be so suspicious.
The Master’s parents, from as far back as he could remember, had stuffed his head full of the fear that everyone would want to steal their power and wealth as a familial line if given the chance; therefore no one could be trusted. The Time Wars then enforced this ideology. So many of the Gallifreyan leaders were stabbed in the back by underlings who wished to have more power and their planet being in chaos gave them the opportunity.
Again, The Master beginning to scheme and plot reinforced his mindset that no one could be trusted. Of course, he was also trying to take over many people. But he was brought up with the belief that, as a Time Lord, he had the right to be at the forefront of making history, no matter what other people believed.
Maybe it was his time alone in space that really forged his nature. Though The Master could never be sure of the real reason why he acted the way he did, he just continued to act so as to not go crazy in the emptiness of space.
The Master’s suspicious nature never died down upon meeting you either. You were always kind and patient with The Master, but so many other people in The Master’s past pretended to be kind and patient in order to use him. Though you had so many opportunities to manipulate him, or try to, that is, but you never did. So maybe you could be trusted after all.
The Master did eventually will himself to trust you enough in order to interact with you during his O persona. Then to tell you who he truly was. Then his trust grew enough to allow you onto his TARDIS. And then to begin dating you.
Even though his trust in you did grow exponentially, The Master could never shake all of his insecurities away. Either his Drums would flare up and he would question everything that led to this moment in time or vice versa. The Master, unfortunately for himself, could never resist the urge to question his entire life, which always lead to a massive drumbeat-filled headache.
The Master refused to tell you about The Drums. The only person who really knew about The Drums was The Doctor, and she had a history of not believing the severity of the drumbeat inside The Master’s mind. And after Rassilon and the leaders of Gallifrey accused him of being insane and diseased for the noise in his mind, the noise they gave him, The Master assumed that everyone would see him as weak and monstrous for something he did not choose to have. The last thing he wanted was for you to run from him. You were the only person left in his life. And The Master, even though he was still sceptical of you, had grown very fond of you. He might even conjecture that he loved you, if he even knew what that feeling was. But whatever he was feeling was very similar to what billions of romantics had described as love. Perhaps, telling you about the truth of his mind would not be as devastating as The Master feared.
The Drums were particularly loud today. They have been echoing around his brain since he woke up this morning. Unlike some of his previous regenerations, The Drums weren’t always this bad, but The Master would have some horrible days still.
The Drums were already raging in The Master’s head by the time you woke up. He had tried to stay quiet while being with you, but he eventually needed to distract himself, so he picked up the book he left on the bedside table and tried to focus and read until you woke up. Once you had, The Master quickly placed the book back on the bedside table. He hadn’t progressed very far in it and that was only making the drumbeat and his insecurities worse. All The Master wanted at the moment was your attention, which you happily gave him.
After a brief moment of cuddling, you got up to take a shower. You, in your tired state, assumed that today was like any normal day and that The Master was feeling perfect and well.
The Master informed you that he would take a shower in his own bedroom, which wasn’t abnormal. He would do this often if he had a plan in mind so he could easily run out of the shower and write down whatever idea he had. So, again, you thought nothing of his act. You, however, had never actually been to his room. The TARDIS always kept it hidden, but you never pushed her or her Master on why that was the case.
Before leaving your room, though, The Master said that he would either be working in his study or in The TARDIS console room or the storage rooms. It was a lie, of course. After The Master’s long shower, he dried himself off and then cocooned himself within the many blankets on his bed.
The Master did feel bad for not telling you the truth. You deserved his honesty. He just didn’t want to worry you. In the back of his mind, however, The Master worried that you didn’t care at all. He couldn’t help but think that he was unworthy of your kindness and love, if your feelings were even real. The Master continued to debate your love for him and all of his failings in his life until he eventually dozed off into a troubling and nightmare-filled nap.
You needed to ask The Master something a couple of hours after you woke up that morning. It wasn’t too important. It was just something small related to your job on Earth. But you wanted to complete the project you were working on today.
You looked in The Master’s office, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then you looked in the console room, but still nothing. Finally, you walked all the way down into the dark storage rooms, and still, The Master was nowhere to be seen.
You felt The TARDIS urging you out of the room and toward another part of the ship. You followed her instructions without question. The TARDIS’s telepathic services rang throughout your mind when you walked out of the storage rooms with a confused huff. She kindly led you through her wandering halls to an unknown room. You asked telepathically if The Master was in the room, and she responded that he was.
So, you knocked on the door, but there was no response. The TARDIS urged you to just open the door, and you did. The room looked like a normal bedroom, at least from what you could see of it because the lights were all out. There was an outline bed, wardrobes, and a desk, but there was no sign of The Master.
“Can you please close the door?” You jumped a bit upon hearing The Master’s voice, which sounded broken and sad. You really didn’t think that he was in the room, but you did as he asked without question.
“Master? Are you okay?” You walked forward a bit into the dark of the room but stayed reliably close to the door.
“I’m fine. You can just go about your day, Y/n.” You huffed, knowing that The Master was deflecting. You slowly walked around the bed, after making out the fact that the mound of the bed was in fact The Master. He was mainly sleeping on the side of the bed that The Master always slept on when the two of you shared a bed, so you stayed on your side of the bed as well. You lend down into a kneeling position and looked at the breathing mound of blankets. You wanted to give The Master space, but also look him in the eye, if possible. You suddenly felt determined to get to the bottom of The Master’s depressive episodes. He had been hiding for far too long.
“I’m not going to leave you like this. Now, what’s wrong, Master?”
“It doesn't matter.”
“It does matter. Something’s wrong and I want to make it better if I can.”
“Just hold me.” You heard The Master choke out after a long silence. He lifted up the side of the blankets you were closest to, allowing you to crawl under The Master’s many blankets. Even in the darkness, you could see that The Master was holding himself and he was shaking a bit. You quickly wrapped your body around his and just held him. Sometimes, you kissed his forehead and brought a hand through his hair, but The Master was still shaking. Seeing him like this terrified you. Seeing the person you loved so broken looking was hurting you to your core. You just wanted to help The Master.
“Master, please just give me a hint as to what’s going on so I can be useful. It doesn’t have to be everything, but what’s going on? I haven’t seen you like this before.”
“Have I ever told you about The Drums?” The Master said in a strained voice. You responded with a confused ‘no.’
“The Untempered Schism?” Again, you responded with a confused ‘no.’
“What about the Time Vortex?”
“Just that that is what we travel through. Why?”
The Master explained The Drums to you, slowly because he was still in pain. He explained how he looked into the Untempered Schism as a child and that’s when the drumbeat first began to plague his mind. Finally, he explained everything that the Drums did to him, both minor consequences and major symptoms. Everything that The Master had to experience broke your heart, but the mention of the drumbeat piqued your curiosity.
“Is this what I have been hearing sometimes?”
“What do you mean?”
“Sometimes, when we are cuddling or reading together or just at random times when I am with you, I hear a drum beat in my head. It’s always four beats. It’s steady and soft in the background. I hear it now actually.”
“Does it scare you?”
“No. It calms me down. It reminds me of you, Master.” The Master hummed; he didn’t understand why you could hear The Drums or why you weren’t worried about it. However, The Master was too drained to process either of those realities fully, so he just accepted it. He was staring off into space when you cupped his face in your hands. The Drums, when they were raging, caused him to not process things fully. Like there was a loud fog in his head and it made him feel horrible. But you were making all of this period more bearable.
You brushed your palm through his disgruntled hair, and then delicately caressed his face again. The Master closed his eyes; he always grew more relaxed in your presence.
“I love you.” The Master whispered vulnerably.
“I love you, Master.” You saw him smile bittersweetly and a stray tear rolled down his face. You wiped it away and kissed his forehead before cuddling The Master once more.
“Do you want to take a nap?” The Master nodded into you.
“Do you want to be alone?” The Master shook his head “no,” but then immediately groaned when an intense pain erupted through his head. You told The Master that you were going to get him some more painkillers and water before you took your nap. It took some convincing for The Master to actually let you go, but you ensured him that you would return quickly.
You made sure that The Master took the medication and drank some water. You knew that in times like these it was your responsibility to take care of him, and you were happy to do it. You wanted to make sure that The Master was safe and healthy and happy, just like how he had always made you feel when you were feeling low.
The two of you then laid back down together on The Master’s bed and shuffled around a bit before you found a comfortable position. The Master ended up laying on top of you, with his head over your heart and your hands either rubbed circled on his back or played with his hair. In this environment, it was easy for the two of you to fall into a deep slumber. And, when The Master woke up, many hours later, The Drums were gone and his mind was clear and calm, all because of your care.
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Okay!
I am officially starting to make and accepting requests for Our Flag Means Death x Readers.
So, if anyone has any ideas, feel free to send them to me and I’ll be happy to write them!
I’m already working on a Frechie blurb because he’s my favorite!
Ghost's Autumnal Bash 2024
General Autumnal Bash Info
This bash will take place from October to November.
I will be posting fics every Monday and Friday, along with some Holidays and planned special days(like the 17th of October due to the Hunter’s Moon appearing that night).
If I miss a posting day I will either post on Saturday or the next closest posting day.
And sleepover questions will be posted on Saturdays.
Frightful Fic Info
When requesting you can either be specific or vague. Just please remember to state what prompt you are requesting.
I gave brief descriptions of the prompt, but this Autumnal Bash is meant to be chill and fun.
So if you have any ideas relating to the prompt that I haven’t listed, I will happily accept that.
For example, the prompt Skull involves candy. I didn’t list trick or treating in the brief description so as to not make it confusing with the Trick or Treat prompt. But if you want to specify a trick or treating fic under the Skull prompt, that counts :)
If a prompt doesn’t match the description, I’ll try to reach out to you, if possible, and get something worked out with your fic(s) so you get something that you will enjoy reading.
But you can also be vague: just requesting a prompt and allowing me to choose a character and a setting that I think connects is fully acceptable.
If there are multiple requests of the same prompt(and the same character requested), I might combine them depending on the requests.
But if there are multiple, seperate fics then I will most likely post those requests on the same day to keep the theme of the day consistent.
Again, I just want this to be a fun little thing for me and my community during this time of year to bring something exciting to the table while I’m in school.
Accepting Requests Dates -
October Requests - now until the 20th of October
November Requests - now until the 10th of November
Characters Available For This Bash
All Doctor Who(NuWho) Characters - including AU versions
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I will be posting my responses to everything on Saturdays, though.
Again, as I said above, please remember to mention the prompt in your question.
Also, we don’t have to do sleepovers, I just thought that this would be fun :)
Ghost’s Frightful Fic Prompts
Trick or Treat - A fic involving your choice of Halloween themed angst or fluff
Skull - A fic involving candy or sweets
Black Cat - A fic involving or inspired by a superstition
Spider - A fic involving an unwanted guest
Bat - A fic involving a spooky furry friend, animal, or stuffed animal
Ghoul - A fic involving decorating for Halloween or Halloween decorations
Vampire - A fic involving a Halloween themed drink(s)
Zombie - A fic involving a Halloween themed food(s)
Witch - A fic involving dressing up for Halloween, costume shopping, or anything involving a Halloween costume
Devil - A fic involving a character being betrayed
Skeleton - A fic involving a Halloween party
Pumpkin Patch - A fic involving pumpkins, a pumpkin patch, pumpkin carving or Jack ‘o’ Lanterns
Leaves - A fic involving playing in a pile of leaves, admiring the autumn leaf colours or that fallen leaf crunch
Apple Bobbing - A fic involving going to an Orchard, going apple bobbing, drinking apple cider, or getting a caramel apple
Corn Maze - A fic involving going to a corn maze, getting lost in a corn maze, getting lost in general, or even going on a hay bale ride
Bonfire - A fic involving a campfire, Bonfire night, roasting marshmallows, huddling in front of a fireplace for warmth, or candles
Pie - A fic involving baking: baking together, giving someone freshly baked dessert, or ordering dessert at a restaurant
Butternut Squash - A fic involving a savoury meal: soup, butternut squash pasta, or a Thanksgiving meal
Sweater - A fic involving borrowing another person’s sweater/jacket/scarf, the first day getting to wear a sweater, or a shopping day for new autumn clothing
Flannel - A fic involving blankets, pillows, or a sleepover
Thunderstorm - A fic involving a rainy day inside, getting caught in a downpour or anything with rain
Hot Chocolate - A fic involving a hot beverage
Frost - A fic involving the first cold day in Autumn, the first frost or first snow, or even a foggy afternoon (because I wanted to add fog as a separate thing, but ended up not doing that)
Extra Possible Prompts To Choose From -
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice - Pick a character, line, or scene from either Beetlejuice movie to inspire a fic
A Night Of Fright Is No Delight - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Scooby Doo episode or any other Scooby Doo, Where Are You? episode to inspire a fic
It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Charlie Brown special to inspire a fic
The One With The Football - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Friends episode to inspire a fic
Doctor Who Day (23 November) - Pick a Doctor Who episode title or quote to inspire a fic
Hozier Song - Pick a Hozier song or song lyric to inspire a fic
Ghost Song - Pick a Ghost song or song lyric to inspire a fic
Dead Man’s Party - Pick a song or song lyric from this Oingo Boingo album to inspire a fic
Horror Movie - Pick a horror movie to inspire a fic (caveat being that I had to have seen it, and I will quickly respond if I have not seen the movie)
Spooky Movie - Pick a spooky movie (a Halloween movie that isn’t a Horror movie) to inspire a fic (caveat being that I had to have seen it, and I will quickly respond if I have not seen the movie)
Ghost’s Spooky Sleepover Saturdays
I Was A Teenage Werewolf - Recommend a Halloween tradition or what is your favourite Halloween tradition?
Goo Goo Muck - Recommend a song you associate with Halloween or what is your favourite Halloween song?
Weird Science - Recommend a movie or tv show that you associate with Halloween or what is your favourite Halloween to show or movie?
Monster Mash - What is your favourite band/artist, album or your favourite song?
Graveyard Smash - What song are you listening to or obsessed with right now?
Handbook For The Recently Deceased - What is your favourite book?
All Work And No Play - What book do you want to read or are excited for?
The Rocky Horror Picture Show - What is your favourite movie or tv show?
Poltergeist - What movie or tv show do you want to watch or are excited for?
Corpse Bride - Kiss Marry Kill
Scream - Fuck Marry Kill
Twitches - Would you rather?
Casper - Favourite Character in a Fandom
Get Out - Least Favourite Character in a Fandom
The Lighthouse - What is your favourite ship?
Talk To Me - Tell me something about you
Hocus Pocus - Any other question you would like to ask me? (please keep it fun for the sleepover, message me if you have a serious question)
Planned Posting Schedule -
Friday, 4 October 2024 - First Fic Posting Day
Saturday, 5 October 2024 - First Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 7 October 2024
Friday, 11 October 2024
Saturday, 12 October - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 14 October 2024
Thursday, 17 October 2024
Friday, 18 October 2024
Saturday, 19 October 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 21 October 2024
Friday, 25 October 2024
Saturday, 26 October 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 28 October 2024
Thursday, 31 October 2024
Friday, 1 November 2024
Saturday, 2 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 4 November 2024
Tuesday, 5 November 2024
Friday, 8 November 2024
Saturday, 9 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 11 November 2024
Friday 15 November 2024
Saturday, 16 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 18 November 2024
Friday, 22 November 2024
Saturday, 23 November 2024 - Fic Posting Day and Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 25 November 2024
Thursday, 28 November 2024
Friday, 29 November 2024 - Final Fic Posting Day
Saturday, 30 November 2024 - Final Spooky Sleepover Saturday
* I will link everything, once it is posted, in a separate masterlist
** On said masterlist, that is where I will title the dates with their corresponding prompt.
*** If no one wants to do this, it’s totally fine. I just thought that it would be a cool thing to do.
Did anyone else notice that in Episode 10 of OFMD, Black Pete was wearing the clothes Frenchie stole from the fancy merchant ship in Episode 5?
Did Frenchie let Black Pete wear the outfit for the "talent show"?
Or did Blackbeard make Frenchie get rid of the outfit because the outfit reminded Blackbeard of Stede and their adventures together?
Books Read In September 2024
Brat by Gabriel Smith
Poor Deer by Claire Oshetsky
The End Of The World Is A Cul de Sac by Louise Kennedy (Began but not Finished)
Sense And Sensibility by Jane Austen (Began but not Finished)
To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf (Began but not Finished)
Hey, I was wondering if I could put in a request? I would love to see a Martha Jones x Gender Neutral!Reader of Martha taking care of the reader while they’re sick. Just very sweet fluff. I’ve been feeling terrible lately and it would make my day. Thank you!
[Image Reads] Anonymous asked - “Hey, I was wondering if I could put in a request? I would love to see a Martha Jones x Gender Neutral!Reader of Martha taking care of the reader while they’re sick. Just very sweet fluff. I’ve been feeling terrible lately and it would make my day. Thank you!”
Hi, anon! I'm sorry that this fic took me so long to complete, I lost it in my drafts for a bit. But I hope that you are doing well and thank you so much for the request!
This is officially my first Doctor Who Companion x Reader :)
I will link the fic here once I post it!
Bedside Manner - 5 March 2023
-Ghost
Hello there! If you were to write headcanons, up to how many characters would you accept per ask?
Hello! Thank you for the question!
Just for organisation and stress purposes, probably no more than five people per ask.
With ensemble casts, though, like Ghosts or Our Flag Means Death, I would be okay with accepting the majority of the characters. So, I’m perfectly okay with receiving requests like "how would the crew of the Revenge react to [insert request]" or "how would the Ghosts of Button House react to [insert request]."
And with Doctor Who, I’m okay with receiving requests along the lines of "how would the regenerations of The Doctor/The Master react to [insert request]."
If there are multiple people from different fandoms, I’ll probably separate the headcanons just for organisational purposes. But I am perfectly okay with receiving requests like that.
And I’m okay with multiple requests, too. And I’m pretty flexible and chill about it, so I’m not going to be upset if you request for six people instead of five.
-Ghost
I’m desperately trying to resist the urge to write x reader fics for Our Flag Means Death because I don’t know it anyone would want them!
Hello Everyone
I know that I have been gone for a while and I am sorry.
A couple of months ago I was diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia.
Even though I have been trying to get help with my mental health and going through many paths, I don’t think I have actually processed the new diagnoses fully. I am still working on my mental health every day, including looking into ASD testing, even though it will be costly.
I just wanted all of you to know what has been happening in my life.
I know that it doesn’t excuse the absence and ghosting and awkward posting because i left unfinished stuff in my queue, but I hope that you can understand.
I am also working on getting medication, hopefully, that will help with school stress and fanfiction organisation and just help me be generally more productive.
Anyway, I hope that you understand and I will try to be better.
Thank you for listening.
-Ghost
Greetings how are you? I was wondering if I could please request a dhawan!master x reader request. The reader invites the master, the doctor and their friends (yaz, Dan, Graham and ryan) for Christmas lunch. They all have lunch together and the reader gives them all a present. The master opens his alone in his tardis and the gift is something that's he really likes and he's touched by the reader giving him a gift.
Hi! Thank you so much for this request!
I will be posting it tomorrow. I will link it below once it’s posted.
I really hope that you enjoy it!
And His Heart Grew Three Sizes That Day
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.
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