Did Anyone Else Notice That In Episode 10 Of OFMD, Black Pete Was Wearing The Clothes Frenchie Stole

hi for the OFMD requests literally anything with Frenchie I am so in love with him and want to give him a kiss

I just posted this fic! I hope you enjoy it!!!

I might post something similar in a couple of days that basically just a blurb about giving Frenchie a kiss on the cheek.

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Beg For It

Dhawan!Master x Reader

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

Based On This Request -

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

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

Word Count - 1403

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn it!” The Master growled. 

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

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

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

“Only if you beg for it, love.”

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

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

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

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.

Aftercare, I Love You

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary - Just an aftercare blurb with Eddie

Warnings - references to sex but no actual sex(minors please do not interact)

Word Count - 445

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

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You twirled a piece of Eddie’s hair, that had fallen on top of his chest, between your fingers. You smiled blissfully upon recalling how about an hour ago, a similar strand of hair kept falling in your face as Eddie pistoned into you from above. You felt Eddie kiss your forehead a couple of times as he rubbed your back.

No matter how passionate or rough your sex could become, Eddie would always be so calm and peaceful when performing aftercare. You always tried to give him the same comfort, but when he made you so weak, it was sometimes hard to deliver. Eddie always reassured you, though, that he just wanted to have your company and to lie in your arms for as long as possible. If he needed anything else, he would tell you.

You softly kissed the tattoo on his left pectoral muscle, and then you kissed the spider tattoo under his collarbone. Eddie slid his hand soothingly up and down your bare back. With his other hand, Eddie tilted your head up so you were now looking up at him.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked with a slightly raspy voice.

“You tell me anything, Eddie.”

“I think … I think I love you.” You looked up at him, shocked. You and Eddie hadn’t really put labels on your relationship, but, despite that, of course you love the dorky dungeon master.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just thought you should know.” Eddie mumbles softly. 

You could tell from the blush blooming on Eddie’s face and neck, and his frantically moving hands, that he was becoming flustered and regretful of what he just confessed. Eddie had nothing to be regretful over, however. You obviously felt the same way. How could you not? So, you bolted up to kiss Eddie squarely on the mouth, effectively stopping his nervous ramblings and knocking him back against the pillows with a shocked yelp in the process.

“I love you, too, Eddie Munson!” You pulled far enough away from his face to see his expression change from one of worry to an expression of complete and utter joy. A wide smile etched across his face as he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over onto your back. 

“Well, in that case. How about a celebratory round two?”

“I’d love that, Rockstar!” Eddie’s face burst into a wide grin, again, before he dived toward your neck and began to suck fresh hickeys onto your soft flesh. You giggled at Eddie’s easily excitable nature while quickly burying your hands in Eddie’s wild mane of hair. Tonight was definitely going to be a long night.

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!

I went to my first ever Ghost Ritual last night and oh my satan! I wish that I was still there(even though I was sweating like a pig)!

I just miss it so much!

I had such a good time!

Characters I Write For

BBC Ghosts

All Characters

Only gender neutral, trans masc, trans male, or platonic requests for The Captain, please.

BBC Sherlock

All Characters

Doctor Who

All NuWho Regenerations of The Doctor

Canon Regenerations

Special Regenerations (Ex. Ganger!Doctor)

Alternate Universe Regenerations (Ex. Dhawan!Doctor)

All NuWho Regenerations of The Master

Canon Regenerations

Special Regenerations (Ex. Doctor!Master)

Alternate Universe Regenerations (Ex. Whittaker!Master)

The Doctor x The Reader x The Master (any NuWho regenerations)

All NuWho Companions

Ghost (The Band Ghost)

Papas

Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV

Era IV Ghouls

Aether

Sodo

Rain

Mountain

Swiss

Cirrus

Cumulus

Era V Ghouls

Ghouls Carried Over From Era IV

Sunshine

Aurora

Phantom

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Apology Desserts

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Doctor allows you to play your game, all the while planning an intricate and elaborate plan to win your heart.

Link to the first part of this trilogy - Baking Hijinks

Link to the second part of this trilogy - Scheming Timers

Warnings - slightly suggestive, very fluffy

Word Count - 2503

A/n - I hope that you enjoy this!

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You were incredibly gifted in hiding from The Doctor, especially with The TARDIS’s help. But, of course, you didn’t really need The TARDIS’s help to hide. The Doctor had taught you how to hide from danger and monsters and rogue aliens well. He should have suspected that you would have used your newfound skill against him one day. He knew that this wasn’t a menacing act delivered by you, it was more of a tease. If you weren't so mad at him because of his timer-themed tantrum, The Doctor would have tried to persuade you into playing a game of sexy hide ‘n’ seek, that is, if he could ever gain the courage to ask you out on a date first. Or given the current circumstances, if he could find you within his labyrinthian ship and win back your affection.

The Doctor knew that this was a game to provoke something and you were winning. Every second that passed, The Doctor wished to admit so many hidden feelings to you. He also knew that he had to do something big to end this stalemate and regain your favour. The Doctor was currently sitting in his study, having just torn down his planning board dedicated to finding The Master. He made a copy of one of his favourite pictures of the two of you and nailed it to the centre of the cleared board. He prepared to plan out the best way to woo you, but he couldn’t help but become distracted by our beautiful face smiling at the camera. The Time Lord smiled sweetly at the memory.

The photo was taken by an alien couple that thought the two of you were the cutest couple they had ever seen, even though you both vehemently denied being together. Despite that, when the picture was being taken, you held onto The Doctor so tightly. You leaned against him with your whole body and your arm was wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into you. The Doctor firmly kept his arm around your waist, but he resisted your pull completely. The Doctor noticed how your body felt against his, then, and he reconised the feelings that had been floating in his brain for some time. He leant back, almost a bit in shock, and stared in awe at your beautiful face. He couldn’t believe that it took him so long to notice how much you meant to him. That day, The Doctor knew that he was in love with you.

Your smile, in the photo and the memory, was infectious. The Doctor couldn’t stop looking at it! You were so excited and happy to be on that planet with him, exploring and existing in his world without fear or hesitation. Now that the doctor was looking at the picture more closely, he noticed something new. You could clearly see The Doctor looking longingly at your face, his eyes shining brightly with affection toward you. Looking back on it, that probably added to the alien couple’s assumption that the two of you were in love with each other, at least on The Doctor’s part. He mentally kicked himself for acting like a shy lovesick puppy, incapable of saying his feelings, but always following you around, instead of acting on his feelings, but he was determined to fix that now. The Doctor collected some strings and connected the dots between things you loved and things you and The Doctor shared together. He knew what he had to do to show that you should be with him.

The Doctor then went out on a little shopping adventure, coming back with items sold in bulk, hauling them toward his study. The Doctor told The TARDIS to keep you away from his private kitchen if you were to venture out. He did not think that you would break, but he wanted his surprise to not be spoiled in any way. True to her word, The TARDIS kept you away from The Doctor as he laid out his plan.

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You were beginning to grow bored with your plan. You really cared for The Doctor, more than you had ever cared for anyone. You loved The Doctor. That was obvious now. Before the moment when you really first showed your feelings when the two of you almost kissed in his private kitchen, you had always suppressed your feelings for him. You were rerouting that action, now. Maybe if you had confessed your feelings sooner then you wouldn’t be alone in your room wallowing now. 

You sat in the middle of your room, staring at a picture of you and The Doctor on a tourist planet. The picture that the alien couple that came up to the pair of you assumed that you were a couple had taken. Of course, both you and The Doctor denied their assumption. It killed you to hear him say that, but then you could clearly see in the picture how The Doctor looked at you adoringly, only adding to your confusion on whether or not The Doctor liked you. You wished that this stalemate would make The Doctor do something, but nothing had happened yet. 

You recently asked The TARDIS to let you and The Doctor cross paths, but you could feel The TARDIS prohibiting and rearranging some of your adventures through her walls. You assumed that this was The Doctor not wanting to interact with you. Every moment since that fateful day when you started this stalemate was riddled with anxiety for you. You wondered if you were mistaken about shared feelings. 

The Doctor was shy about his past, but you were able to wrangle out some of his stories. The weight of the other companions The Doctor had travelled with and loved ones of The Doctor plagued your mind. You would wake up early in the morning and cringe at the memory of the two of you almost kissing. Voices in your head screamed that The Doctor was uncomfortable by your actions, that you crossed the line and he only ever saw you as a friend, and now because of what you did, he would want you to leave his home, he would want you to leave his life. You knew that he was too kind and adorably awkward to ever ask you to leave, so you thought that it would be kinder to him to do it yourself.

You decided to go to the main kitchen, after multiple attempts to open your door which was somehow locked, in the hope to meet The Doctor and make some hot chocolate and maybe make some cupcakes, as well. You thought that this would prevent you from making a horrible mistake. However, your venture was halted, after The TARDIS finally let you out of your room, when you saw that a chocolate cupcake was placed outside your door, neatly settled inside a purple cupcake wrapper. You knelt down to pick up the dessert, inspecting it for any peculiarities. It appeared to be a normal Earth cupcake until you inspected the bottom of the wrapper. Lifting the cupcake above your head, you saw The Doctor’s handwriting spelling out the words ‘look to your left.’ When you did so, you saw an orderly row of cupcakes aligned along the centre of the hallway and curving around the corner of the hall, falling in line like tin soldiers.

You went back to your room to collect a couple of plates to carry and collect the cupcakes on your journey. You reached down and picked up each cupcake one by one. Like the first cupcake, each new baked good in the line had The Doctor’s handwriting on the bottom of the wrapper.

‘Please’

‘continue’

‘to’

‘follow’

‘the’

‘trail’

‘of’

‘cupcakes’

‘until’

‘you’

‘reach’

‘my’

‘private’

‘kitchen.’

There was a break in the row of cupcakes, but you could see it continuing down the hallway. In the middle of the break, there were a couple of large baking trays with Hersey’s chocolate Kisses, weirdly one of your’s and The Doctor’s favourite chocolates to share, spelling out the words, ‘I know that you are incredibly considerate, but you don’t have to collect all of the cupcakes. There are too many for you to carry.’ You felt conflicted leaving the treats, but the plates you were holding were already covered in cupcakes. And your arms were now becoming quite tired.

Once you reached The Doctor’s study, the door was wide open, the row of cupcakes continuing straight through the study and into the kitchen. You crept into the room slowly, unaware of what you were about to encounter. You rounded the corner, stopping briefly to look at and reminisce over where the two of you almost kissed for the first time, before seeing a smorgasbord of baking confections and a tower of baking timers, including one that looked surprisingly similar to the baking timer that your aunt had gifted you. The Doctor was standing bashfully amongst the food and objects, he kept looking for happiness in your eyes to reassure him. You were more in wonder because of everything before you, but you smiled brightly when you finally met his gaze. 

“I bought you a replacement timer.” The Doctor turned around and picked up a timer before handing it to you, your hands brushing against his as he placed the item in your hands.

“Like the one your aunt bought you. I’m sorry for throwing your property into a supernova. I had no right to do so. Even if it did upset me greatly.” You smiled at his gift, but also at his ramblings. He had no right to be this adorable.

“About that, do you want to explain all of this?” You smirked cheekily, placing the timer down on a surprisingly free space on the table you stepped closer to The Doctor, who followed your movements and stepped even closer to you. You really wanted to know why The Doctor threw all of those timers away, why he was doing this now, and what he felt about that fateful day in this kitchen.

“I think you know, Y/n. You are the smartest person I know.” He tilted his head and smiled to hide his fear. He knew that he loved you, but he wondered if you felt the same way. He assumed that you did, but that could be a dangerous assumption if he was proven wrong.

“I want to hear you say it, Doctor.” His face fell a bit at the confrontation, but you stepped even closer to him and clasped his hands in yours, you gave his hands a reassuring squeeze. He looked down and smiled at your intertwined hands giving him the confidence to speak his mind.

“I love you, Y/n and I just want to be with you. I am so tired of this isolation; I want to be with you. You are the best person in my life.” With each statement, The Doctor moved closer to where his forehead was practically touching yours. He bumped his nose against yours before looking deep into your eyes to try and read your face, his eyes were large and pleading for you to take the news well. But you ripped your hands from his. The Doctor was about to apologise for being so forward and rude. But then you hugged him tighter than you had ever before. One of your hands went up and ran through his styled hair and the other gripped the soft, yet slightly scratchy, material of The Doctor’s sweater vest. The Doctor’s head instinctively fell to your shoulder.

“Oh, Doctor! I wish you had told me sooner! Think of what we could have been doing if we actually had the guts to tell each other how we actually felt!”

“How do you feel, Y/n?” He sounded so fearful, and you could feel him shaking in your arms.

“I love you, Doctor,” you whispered into his ear to make it more personal, “I have loved you since I met you. And I want nothing more than to be with you!” The Doctor finally hugged you back, tighter than you were hugging him, and he excitedly picked you up and spun around a couple of times with you safely in his arms. He quickly placed you back down on the ground and cupped your face with both of his hands and stared deeply into your eyes once again, his warm orbs glowing with love. He finally saw you returning his feelings, a couple of happy tears escaping both of your eyes. The Doctor wiped your tears away and lent forward to press a passionate kiss on your lips. The two of you moved seamlessly, clinging to each other. He tried to pull away, being a bit flustered, but you quickly placed a hand on the back of his neck in order to deepen the kiss. 

The two of you stayed like this for a while before you both had to separate to catch your breath. The two of you giggled in flustered excitement when you caught each other’s gaze. You moved to hug The Doctor again; comfort washed over the both of you. The two of you were finally together. You kissed up his neck to his cheek until you reached The Doctor’s lips, causing the two of you to enter into another round of kissing until you broke apart again to breathe.

“Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?” You eventually said, brushing a lingering tear from The Doctor’s face.

“Oh! I would love to!” The Doctor giggly started talking with his hands. 

“There’s a planet I recently discovered that is completely made of trampolines! How exciting! And what a comfortable ground to walk on.” He was so happy to finally have you back in his life. Sure, you were never gone, but the isolation drove The Doctor insane, especially when he discovered that he loved you so deeply and he just wanted to share his life and love for adventure with you. He missed having you near him.

“Umm … Doctor, that’s not what I meant. Although that does sound fun, maybe later.” You tried to decline his offer politely, but you really were interested in adventuring with him, especially now with your budding relationship adding a new element to the dynamic.

“Oh, what did you me- OH! Oh! Well, yes, I completely agree with your statement. We should definitely move to somewhere more comfortable.” The Doctor quickly grabbed your hands and pulled you out of the kitchen, but not before you could grab a tray of brownies. He continued to pull you through The TARDIS until you reached his room, the two of you giggled as you both excitedly committed to making up for all of the lost time spent hiding feelings for the other. There would be no more hiding now, no more secretive looks or almost moments. There would be only exciting adventures, intimate moments shared and a lot of baking.

Impromptu Sleepover

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader invites The Doctor to open up about her feelings, even though she is not completely ready for that yet, she does come to The Reader for some comfort.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - mostly fluff, references to The Doctor’s trauma

Word Count - 1380

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. A bit of an AU where all of Whittaker!Doctor’s companions travel with her, even after The Flux.

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The Doctor felt lonely and depressed lately, much more than she usually did when she had a TARDIS full of companions. She didn’t know how to be herself or see herself or even act like herself anymore. She had been this way for a while, ever since The Master revealed The Doctor’s real backstory and she was forced into the Judoon prison, The Doctor had been wanting someone to help her remember who she really was before all that happened.

The Doctor loved the Fam, she called them her family for a reason. But you were different. You had always been different. The Doctor had never been that fond of physical touch, but after the trauma and isolation she experienced, she became desperate for it. Well, she became desperate for your touch.  The Doctor just became aware of how strong her feelings for you were when she was forced away from you and sent to prison. The Doctor had no idea how to inform you of her newfound feelings, however. So, she chose to remain silent, but she wanted you so badly. She had a feeling that you were the right person to help her through this time of intense change. 

The environment was complicated after The Doctor returned to the Judoon Prison, too, not just The Doctor’s feelings revolving her identity. Everyone wanted to continue to travel with The Doctor, but all of you were hurt from the time spent apart. Except for Dan, but he was incredibly understanding of the circumstances. All of this, plus The Doctor’s unexpressed trauma and feelings made certain adventures and trips difficult to handle. Especially the last few trips. You, The Doctor, and the rest of her companions were all suffering silently when you went to sleep last night. The TARDIS was aware of everything happening in your heads, though, and she was felt like she had been biting her tongue for too long. The TARDIS needed to make sure her guests were all taken care off, so she prepared for a rest day.

It had been cold in the wall of the ship all morning. The Doctor tried to fix it before you and the rest of her companions woke up but was unsuccessful. The ship remained freezing cold and on top of all that, the console seemed to be frozen as well. The Doctor grumbled around the console room while talking to her ship, but you and your friends were happy to have a TARDIS day to relax.  It had been a long time since all of you did that. The Doctor could fix the heating another day.

The rest day was filled with so much laughter. All of you watched multiple movies, made some hot cocoa and cookies and made a large pillow fort to relax in. At one point, you and your friends had a massive pillow fight. You, The Doctor and Yaz were on one team and Dan, Ryan, and Graham were on the other. You, The Doctor, and Yaz won the game, but then The Doctor hit you with a surprise attack and then that caused all of you to start a free-for-all pillow fight. 

Unfortunately, though, the fun relaxing day had to end, and you and the rest of The Doctor’s companions prepared to go to sleep. You stopped in the doorway of the movie room before heading off to bed. When you noticed that The Doctor wasn’t also getting ready for bed like the rest of you. The Doctor was standing, staring, at the pillow fort the six of you had made while massaging her forehead. You tried to ask what she was thinking about, but you just managed to startle her. The Doctor jumped when she heard you, whipping out her sonic and pointing it at you. Once she realised that it was you and not some renegade alien breaking into her home, she quickly pocketed her sonic and offered you a quiet apology.

“You okay, Doc?”

“I’m fine, Y/n. You should get some sleep.”

“So should you. I know you don’t need as much sleep as I do, but you seem to be a bit off recently.”

“I’ll try.” You gave The Doctor a look, not fully believing her statement. 

“I promise I will try to get some sleep, Y/n.” You nodded, sadly but decided to not push the person you cared enough the most any further. But before you left for your bedroom you spoke to The Doctor one more time.

“If you need me, Doc, for any reason, I’ll be in my room.” 

You smiled and waved her goodnight. The Doctor waved back half-heartedly, more concerned with the implications of your past statement. Was that a purely platonic invitation or something more? Was The Doctor horrible for wanting something more intimate with you? Or have you been wanting a more romantic relationship with The Doctor for so long that this was your final attempt in getting her attention? The Doctor had to find out what you meant by your statement.

Upon entering your room, you released a hefty sigh. All you wanted was for The Doctor to feel better and to feel comfortable with talking to at least one of you. Of course, you wished that you were the person that she would come to, but just seeing her open up would be good to see, too. After climbing into bed and talking to yourself about your relationship with The Doctor and her mental and physical health, you finally quieted your mind and got some sleep. But you were woken up suddenly when you felt a cold hand against your stomach and a presence beside you. 

“Doctor?” You hoped that your speculation was correct. Otherwise, a stranger would be in your bed.

“Yeah, it’s me.” You breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Are you feeling alright?”

“I don’t know. But I do know that it is horribly cold in the TARDIS, and you are always so warm, and I didn’t want to be alone again.” In your sleepiness, you turned around to face The Doctor and pushed her onto her back before crawling up to lay on her chest. 

“Well, I should warm you up, then.” You mumbled into The Doctor’s chest. You were unaware of how flustered this caused The Doctor to become. But eventually, The Doctor wrapped her arms around you and the two of you fell asleep.

“Good morning, Doctor.” You woke up curled into The Doctor’s neck.

“Good morning, lo - Y/n.” The Doctor responded. Her voice was deeper and a little raspy. You wanted to hear her sound like that every morning.

“Did you sleep well?”

“I think that was the best sleep I’ve ever had.” The Doctor said solemnly.

“Really?!” You popped your head up from The Doctor’s chest to look at her face. Your happiness upon hearing The Doctor’s confession made The Doctor smile.

“Yeah. You are a very comforting presence, even when sleeping.”

“I think that was the best sleep I’ve ever had, too, Doctor.” The Doctor brushed a hand down your face. She couldn’t believe that this was happening. After everything that she had been through, she didn’t feel deserving of having you in her arms or sleeping in your bed.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course, Doctor! I would never lie to you.” You both looked at each other longingly, adjusting closer to each other every once in a while, in hope that something more would happen this morning. But then your alarm started blaring, making you remove yourself from The Doctor’s arms. Unfortunately, you had to get up and prepare for the day, as did The Doctor. As you prepared all of the things you needed for your shower you spoke to The Doctor before she left your room.

“You know, you can sleep in my bed anytime you want.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Of course! I want you to be comfortable and happy, Doc.” The Doctor smiled at you and waved you a goodbye as a pledge to see you later that day. She might not be quite ready to open up fully to you yet, but she was getting there. And knowing that you would always be there for her made her feel so much safer. 

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