Greetings How Are You? I Was Wondering If I Could Please Request A Dhawan!master X Reader Request. The

Books Read In April 2024

The Monster Of Elendhaven by Jennifer Giesbrecht

The Sorcerer Of Pyongyang by Marcel Theroux

Big Swiss by Jen Beagin

The Cat Who Saved Books by Sosuke Natsukawa

The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake

What You Are Looking For Is In The Library by Michiko Aoyama

What Moves The Dead by T. Kingfisher (Second Read)

What Feasts At Night by T. Kingfisher

Chlorine by Jade Song

I have fic ideas thanks to The Power of The Doctor.

But an am fragile right now

But if you have ideas or just want to talk about the episode, feel free to reach out!

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!

You Are More Than Your Failings

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader comforts The Master after his plans are ruined again.

Warnings - The Master being upset/sad/depressed/self-deprecating, self-harm on The Master’s part (repeated hitting), mentions of canon typical violence

Word Count - 1123

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. This was totally inspired by a dream I had. It was a great dream that ended up turning batshit, but the part where I was comforting The Master made my heart flutter. I hope that you enjoy this self-indulgent fic!

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The Master failed again. He had spent months on this scheme, and he failed. Just like so many schemes before. Why couldn’t he just win? For once?

The Master tossed his dirty and burnt shirt into a pile of similarly burnt and destroyed shirts. He then removed each other item of clothing that he was wearing and tossed each piece into its own separate pile of burnt and destroyed clothes from past adventures and schemes. He always made a promise to repair his clothes, but he had yet to get around to finishing the said task.

The Master, like today, would just tread off to the bathroom in order to take a long shower after a failed scheme and would forget about repairing his belongings. Now completely unclothed, The Master turned on the shower and waited until it was warm to step inside. 

Once he washed all the dirt and soot and grease and blood from his body, The Master let the water cascade down his face. He thought about the day and the scheme and all the ways he failed. The thoughts wouldn’t stop, they just kept flowing like the water of the shower. The Master banged his head against the tile of the bathroom in an attempt to get the thoughts to stop. He tasted salt. He was crying. He hit his head with his fist a couple of times before trying to calm down.

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You woke up to the sound of the shower running. This wasn’t a great sign. If The Master succeeded in his plans, he would usually wake you up to tell you the “good” news. If something went wrong, he would usually stay to himself, hide away in his mind and berate himself. Of course, every after-scheme cooldown was different. The Master knew what he needed. So, if he needed a quiet shower to come down from a successful scheme carried out, you wouldn’t interrupt him, and you would be there if he needed you. However, previous experiences made you wary and cautious of The Master’s possible sensitive emotions.

The Master eventually walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and another tossed around his shoulders. The Master looked over at you, looked away, then did a double take and jumped upon noticing that you were awake and staring at him. You apologised but The Master just waved you off and moved further into the bedroom in order to get dressed. After he was fully dressed, he just stood and stared at one of his wardrobes. He didn’t know what to do now that you were awake and was starting to panic. 

You could sense that something was wrong, so you removed yourself from the soft bed. You grabbed an old hoodie to wear over your sleep clothes to stay warm before moving to where The Master stood. You didn’t really need to talk, both of you knew what was going on. The Master looked at you for a moment solemnly, while you caressed his arms and chest before he fell into your embrace. Both of you stood holding each other like that for a moment in silence while you rubbed his back and massaged his scalp until you got an idea. 

You pulled back for a moment and told The Master to wait for a second before completely ripping yourself away from The Master's wanting grasp. You grabbed a spare weighted blanket and then pulled The Master along behind you out of your shared bedroom and into the hall of The TARDIS.

“Where are we going, Y/n?” He sounded so sad and defeated. You just wanted to make him feel better.

“You’ll see.”

You smiled to try and give The Master some comfort and you pressed a caring kiss to the back of his hand. You led your partner to the patio of the house that The TARDIS made her outer shell present as. You sat on the large outdoor sofa and wrapped a blanket around yourself. When The Master didn’t join you right away, you spread your legs and patted the sofa between them informing The Master to take a seat there. He slowly and solemnly moved toward you and took a seat between your legs. His back hunched into your stomach.

You wrapped your body, and the weighted blanket, around The Master’s back. He sighed contently. The weight and pressure being placed on his shoulders grounded him and his chaotic mind. You kissed The Master’s shoulders. You spent plenty of time showing love to his shoulder blades, the top of his shoulders, and the top of his spine before kissing up his neck and placing one final kiss on his cheek. You wrapped your arms tighter around him and rest your head against his.

“You are so strong, Master. I am so proud of you. I am always proud of you. I love you so much.”

“You don’t have to do this.” He closed his eyes. You just wanted to help him feel even the tiniest bit better.

“I want to. However, you need me, I want to help you. And you deserve the praise, you always deserve the praise, Master. You are so good and kind to me.”

“You’re the kind one, love.” The Master jolted to face you. You were the one good think he had in his life.

“You need this, I don’t deserve to be praised for doing basic things.”

“I just want you to know that I appreciate you and everything that you have ever done for me. I know that I can be a burden sometimes.”

“You are never a burden, Master.” He only huffed and turned back to look at the Universe in response. You kissed The Master’s cheek and nuzzled into his neck while mumbling praises.

“Do you want to talk about anything?”

“Not yet. I just want to be here with you.”

“Okay. I’ll always be here when you are ready.” 

The Master slumped his head against yours and you could feel him telepathically prodding your mind. You let him inside. The Master couldn’t properly form the care and the appreciation he had for you into words without being self-deprecating, so he just wanted you to feel his unadulterated emotions. You felt his love, his thanks, his promises to return the favour, his hope for happiness, and his calmness from being in your arms. You felt it all. You felt all he had to offer you.

You kissed The Master all over again and held him so tightly. The two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours, just watching the Universe unfold before you while comforting and loving each other through everything that was thrown your way.

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

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

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

Happy Doctor Who day!

Books Read In June 2024

A Study In Drowning by Ava Reid (Began In May, Finished In June)

Murder Is Easy by Agatha Christie

Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare

A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book 1 - The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket (Reread)

The Atlas Paradox by Olivie Blake (Began In May, Finished In June)

The Dead Father's Club by Matt Haig

Diavola by Jennifer Thorne

A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book 2 - The Reptile Room by Lemony Snicket (Reread)

A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book 3 - The Wide Window by Lemony Snicket (Reread)

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Anonymous said - “Recently read “Did You Miss Me?” on your old blog, honestly amazing. If you’re open to it, may I request a similar scenario between Dhawan!Master x Reader? Maybe where they reunite for the first time after Missy’s death and admit they both still love each other despite the regeneration?”

I accidentally deleted the original request, so this is my copy.

But I finally got this fic posted in time for this year’s Hunter’s Moon! I was stressing myself over editing this fic again.

I really hope that you enjoy this fic :) I had a lot of fun writing it and I may or may not have cried while writing it. But yeah, i just hope that you like this!

Back In The Old Cemetery - Dhawan!Master x Reader with references to previous Gomez!Master x Reader.

An Update

Hello Everyone

It has been a while.

I apologise for my lack of updating/conversation/posting fics and all that jazz.

I have had a lot of personal/family stuff going on over the past year that was completely unexpected and my family and I didn’t know how to react. But the personal stuff really affected my already poor mental health and I didn’t feel in the right mental space to post on here and school was kind of kicking my ass. My semester just ended though and I upped my meds and I am seeing my counsellor more consistently so I do feel better and able to post more frequently.

I really want to continue posting. Writing fanfic and talking about my favourite things was so comforting during some dark periods of my life and I would like to bring that energy back. When my mental health and my family life were poor it, though, did become a chore in the past and I don’t want that to happen again.

I would like to try to remedy some of the anxiety I feel about posting when I am not doing well by being more active and posting more consistent life updates rather than solely posting fanfics. So like posting about the books that I am reading, movies and TV I am watching separate from the fanfic I am writing, songs and bands I am listening to, and university when I have it.

Anyway, I’m back and I will try to be better at keeping you all updated with stuff, and I have a lot of fanfics that I am editing for posting! :)

-Ghost

I had the weirdest Doctor Who related dream a couple of nights ago.

Dhawan!Master was a TikTok star who loved doing TikTok dances.

Simm!Master was ranting(whining) to Russell T Davies that he portrayed him poorly because The Master would never be sexist or homophobic or transphobic because he comes from a species that can change their gender. Russell T Davies snuck away as soon as Simm!Master was distracted.

Yaz and Dhawan!Master said that we should crash the window of the aircraft we were in because that aircraft was made by Scrooge McDuck and we could sell the glass to the people of Duckburg, but then we ate said glass.

When we made it to the cemetery because we apparently had to stop the villains at a cemetery that was never mentioned before. We found Russell T Davies working with an evil Tennant!Doctor or Tennant!Master trying to resurrect the body of Rassilon. They were all huddled in a creepy mausoleum. And the evil Tennant!Doctor or Tennant!Master was wearing a very cool and campy black floor-length trench coat with white pinstripes. The collar of the coat was very tall and the coat had massive shoulder pads. And he was wearing a tight purple buttoned up shirt.

When Simm!Master saw Russell T Davies again in the mausoleum, he just continued his rant about his poor portrayal in the show.

And then I woke up.

I am now worried for my mental health.

At least Dhawan!Master in my dream constantly stood by my side, held my hand, caressed my body to comfort me, and gave me many forehead kisses.