Secret Date

Secret Date

Gomez!Master x Reader

Summary - Missy convinces the Reader to break into The Vault for their anniversary.

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

Warnings - The Reader having anxiety, hypnotism, pre-established consent for hypnotism, mentions of alcohol consumption

Word Count - 1062

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

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You first met Missy on accident when she was working as a shopkeep in your town’s cosy little shopping centre. You, stupidly and distractedly, had left your bag in the restrooms and Missy kindly returned it to you before you left for the day. Though it wasn’t until you returned home that you realised that the kind and beautiful shopkeep who returned your belongings had also left a little note with her name and phone number written on it for you to find.

It was odd, but you took the risk and scheduled a date with Missy the shopkeep. Then that single date turned into two, then three, then four, and then the two of you spiralled into a committed relationship.

But tragically, to you, in the middle of your committed domestic bliss, Missy would disappear at random times. At first, you thought nothing of it, she was probably just incredibly busy, but you eventually become worried that she was up to something. Maybe cheating on you?

You did end up confronting Missy and to your surprise, she told you a story about aliens and planets and shapeshifting time and space machines. You didn’t believe her. That was, until, Missy dragged you to her apartment above the shop where she worked. When you entered the building, before you was no regular apartment, but a gigantic room with a strange, science fiction-like console with many levers and buttons in the middle of the room. Missy explained that everything she told you before was true and that this was her ship. Finally, she told you that she wanted to show you the Universe. 

You accepted her offer, no matter how unbelievable it was at first, and the two of you began travelling together. But then Missy disappeared once again. This time Missy wasn’t sneaking off to be a menace around space and time, but The Doctor had abducted her and trapped her with The Vault. He did all of this without notifying you that he stole your partner away from you. 

You were worried sick without her, but Missy wasn’t going to let The Doctor keep you and her apart. She would let him play his games for a bit, but she would always keep her eyes on you. Her watchful and protective eye just had to be from a distance momentarily. 

Thankfully for you and Missy, The Vault did not entrap telepathic communications between its walls. So, the two of you ended up speaking frequently. Mostly it was just Missy complaining about her old friend and her trying to bribe you into visiting her.

After months of secretly communicating with each other back and forth, Missy did manage to convince you to break into the Vault in order to celebrate your anniversary. The anniversary of when you and Missy began dating.

You were incredibly nervous. You had never met The Doctor and now his oldest friend was convincing you to break into a basement he seemed to own. If he caught you during your attempt, that would be one hell of a way to first meet someone.

You made it into the chaotically filled basement without running into The Doctor, or either of his companions. Then you broke into the Vault. Missy greeted you with a tight hug and a warm kiss, which startled you at first. Missy was definitely affectionate with the right person, but the environment she was in was so strange and off-putting that you were shocked by her open nature. She countered your questions by explaining that The Doctor never watched her while she was in the Vault, he felt like it was too intrusive, and Missy just missed you too much to not attack you with affection upon seeing you again.

Missy ended up pouring some wine for the two of you that you had brought with you to the Vault. You were trying to dish out the food you had also brought but your hands fumbled with nerves. Missy looked at you concerned. She saw no real threat in The Doctor’s actions, other than the fact that he seemed determined to keep her where she was being trapped, but it wasn’t like he would ever hurt her or you.

“Dear, you must calm down. I promise that everything will be alright.” Missy tried to comfort you as the two of you prepared the finishing touches of the little indoor picnic that was being forged.

“How can you be certain about that Missy?”

“I know The Doctor, dearie. He wouldn’t hurt you. The most that would happen would be a strict talk.”

“Even that’s terrifying!” You yelped before taking a rather large sip of your wine.

“Shh, we’re safe here.” Missy manoeuvred herself closer to you; her actions were far too elegant to be referred to as ‘shooting over’. She then gently grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you into her side before rubbing your back in a reassuring manner.

“But what if The Doctor keeps me away from you?” That question made Missy pause. She never really considered that option; Missy didn’t think that The Doctor had the nerve to do such a thing, but seeing your fear at such an idea made her fear that outcome, too. Even if The Doctor was enough of a fool to try and take you away from your Master, Missy would never allow The Doctor to succeed.

“I will always be here to protect you, Y/n. The Doctor can’t keep me away from my love.” You felt Missy kiss your temple and then press her forehead against yours. You then felt Missy’s presence prod your mind. You let her in and then you instantly felt a wave of calmness and clarity wash over you. Missy had sent a little hypnotic spell through your mind like she had done many times before when you felt overwhelmed. She always managed to help you with your anxiety better than any Human medicine or meditation could.

“Better?” Missy asked hopefully, still massaging your back and shoulders.

“Much better. Thank you, Missy.”

“Good. Now! Let’s toast to our beautiful relationship together and dig into this lovely meal you brought.” Missy kissed your temple one last time before grabbing her wine glass and clinking the glass against yours. Despite the unusual circumstances, nothing could keep Missy from having a great anniversary date with you.