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buggyboba · 6 months ago

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Retired

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↳ ▣ | Happy new year! lets hope this is a strong start! Sorry it took ages, but good news I am going to write another chapter or two depending how the writing pans out. I made some big plans, I hope you all like it so far!

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↳ ▣ | Simm!master x Reader (GN)

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↳ ▣ | Anon asked | retired simm!master x reader (preferably gn)? Has The Master really retired? who knew he liked wine making, is this really as domestic as he is making it seem?

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↳ ▣ | slight blink and you miss it Hypnosis, but other than that none that I can tell.

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Retired? No conquering or pining after the doctor? You hadn’t believed it at first, and you weren't sure you believed it now, but you had been on this planet, in a vineyard, for a few months now. It was a beautiful place, really; the vineyard's berries and grapes spanned acres and acres, and the temperature was perfect. It was actually a paradise. This was not what you expected from the man you had followed through countless and rather destructive adventures.

You remember when you arrived, he called it his vineyard, something he had started in ‘a previous life.’ The vineyard had fallen into an overgrown mess, and you recalled having to help him get it back into order; you hadn’t expected him to do just as much work as you. However, he did cheat and use a bunch of spare parts to make a robot. The robot was primitive at best, but you didn't expect a full android out of a box of scraps. The robot was brass, copper, and some silver, patchworked together, and vaguely humanoid; they weren’t as tall as you, their head coming to your shoulder, but they were strong and perfect for what The Master wanted them to do.

You named it ‘Tully’; he ridiculed the name, stating, ‘You humans will bond with anything.’ Tully did a lot of the heavy lifting and moving things. They really did a lot of the cleanup and recultivating the land. You often found yourself watching and talking to Tully, not that they could reply, but occasionally it seemed like they acknowledged you, giving a beep or a virring sound. Another thing The Master teased you about looking for intelligence, where it was only a computer with a set task. You could swear he was wrong, though, even though he had built Tully. Maybe it was just born out of loneliness; not that you minded spending time with The Master, but there was only so much just hanging around him you could take. He had forbidden you from leaving the properties; you weren’t allowed to explore outside the confines of the vineyard. He said it was because it was dangerous, that the inhabitants were unruly, and that the little force field he had set up when they got there was what was keeping them safe. You didn’t quite believe that, but you also knew better than to disobey. You knew he didn’t want you to wander off; he liked you close by. From what you had seen, the land around the villa and vineyard seemed barren; it was like that plot of land was a green oasis. You wondered how long that was going to stay.

In the first few weeks, it was hard adjusting to a new place; the nights were eerie, everything was quiet, and any little sound roused you, and one time you had gone to the kitchen to get a glass of water when Tully scared you. You had walked into the kitchen; the dull moonlight was peeking in through the window, and you came face to face with a humanoid figure standing in the corner. Naturally, you yelled, and a few seconds later, The Master was rushing to the kitchen, his laser screwdriver in hand, in nothing but his robe. He flipped the light on, and you felt embarrassed when you saw it was Tully.

He blinked at you and muttered something in Gallifreyan before returning to bed. The next few days were filled with him teasing you anytime he could. Asking if you needed an escort to the kitchen or if he should put a bell on the robot. You knew it was teasing, but you couldn’t help but feel almost happy that he had rushed to the kitchen that night; you had never seen him so concerned. How he was ready to annihilate whatever was threatening you, of course, it could be his self-preservation, but at the same time the look he had told you it was deeper, even if he wouldn’t admit it, and he was teasing you about it.

You found that you liked watching the Master pore over books and finding the right seeds, how he muttered to himself sometimes that this would be the best batch. You had no idea he was into anything but what he had shown you before, the chaos and the plotting. Seeing more to him than the snark, the anger, and the need to control, it was odd; you knew he would hate it if you said anything, so you didn’t; you just kept it to yourself. Of course, he was still snarky; you didn’t think he could say something without attitude if he had a gun to his head. That’s just who he was, and you loved him for it.

Oh... oh no... you loved him? You had to be right, running away with him like this, being domestic like this? Trying to understand his interest, you knew nothing of running a vineyard or planting things, but you actually hoped this worked out for him. Apparently, he had always wanted to run a vineyard; he had started too once before, but now he was at it again because he was ‘retired.’ He still hadn’t given a solid reason; he would brush it off, asking if it mattered, or were you not happy about the break? You wondered if whatever last near-death experience he had perhaps, just maybe, actually scared him. He wouldn't talk about that either, just showed up at your door after vanishing for a few weeks—well, it was weeks for you anyway—bleeding and bad off, cursing a woman, and digging around your stuff for something he had apparently hidden there. You remember him saying, “She can piss off trying to change me to her; she's not going to get a chance if I have my way.” And he was pretty angry about whatever happened for a few days. He moped and brooded, things you hadn’t seen him do before. Then he was whisking you away just like that, and now you were here.

You had talked him into upgrading Tully; of course, it was under the guise that if they could process better, they could do more for the vineyard. But you wanted to have another person; could you consider Tully a person? Well, sort of, right? They would have more intelligence; you didn’t expect The Master would give them full AI, but it would be nice. He did upgrade them, pseudo-sentience he called it, still programmed to follow orders but intelligent enough to carry on a conversation and do more extreme tasks. He said the machine reminded him of someone called Kamelion, and how he wondered if later on he could find the parts to bulk them up, take plans from the Gelsandorans, whatever that was. Which made you feel something; he was planning a future here, talking about a later on. Perhaps he really did retire, and this wasn’t some big plot, but he seemed so angry at whoever this woman was that stabbed him. You hoped that this was serious; it was nice; you enjoyed this, playing domestic, well, as domestic as this was. You could get used to this, though you were starting to crave that thrill of adventure again, seeing new places; perhaps you could talk The Master into a day outing somewhere fun, a bazaar, or something if you could pull him out of his workshop for a while. If he wasn’t in the fields, he was in the workshop; you weren’t allowed in there, so you were almost suspicious, but every time you brought it up, he would dismiss it, and you didn’t push it further; you wondered why you didn’t push it further.

You had spent most of the day wandering; you couldn’t pass up the opportunity. You found a little pond on the property, but you didn’t play in it; you didn’t know if the water was safe, and after the last time you tried to take a dip in a beautiful pond and almost got eaten, you weren’t taking the chance. You did make a little mental note to see if The Master would come down with you, maybe on a break, to have dinner; it was a serene place. As the sun started to set, you made your way back to the house, and the scent of bread and some kind of stew hit your nose. You had found that among viticulture, The Master had a rather impressive catalog of cooking; of course, most nights you would find yourself cooking, but it was always a nice surprise when he did. You walked into the house and put your jacket on the hook; walking into the kitchen, you watched him for a moment, his jacket gone and his sleeves rolled up as he stirred the pot. It was still so odd seeing him, domestic.

“Smells good,” you offered as you walked over to look over his shoulder to see what it was. He looked at you for a moment, almost calculating what he wanted to say before he nodded.

“I would hope so: braised beef, red wine, and mushrooms,” he said. He stirred the pot again, silent for a moment before he spoke again. “Where were you all day?” he asked, stepping back. He wiped his hands on the little hand towel and turned to look at you fully.

“There is a little pond at the edge of the property; I found it on my walk today. There might be fish in it, but I’m not sure; I didn’t get too close.” You offered and moved to go grab some bowls to set them on the counter; you placed the bowls down and went to get some spoons from the drawer.

“Oh, you think I’ll take up fishing too? How domestic,” he muttered. “Sounds droll.” His lip twitched up into an amused smirk.

“No, I’m just saying,” you shrugged and looked over your shoulder at him. “I am pointing out what I found on my walk today, and what if you did take it up? I dunno what you like to do in your spare time; well, that’s not the full truth, but..." You shrugged. “I didn’t expect winemaking, yet here we are,” you said, grabbing the plate with the freshly made bread on it. “I didn’t expect baking either.” You grinned before you walked it over to the table and placed it down. “You are a conundrum, you know that, right?” you said, leaning against the counter, watching him.

“Ah, you know what they say about a man of mystery.” He mused, He held his hand out for the bowls, and you passed them to him, waiting for him to finish the statement, which he didn’t, and you laughed.

“Oh, I thought there was more to that…No, I don’t know what they say; enlighten me,” you said, watching him. He gave you a look and filled the bowls, moving over to the table with them, motioning for you to sit down, so you did. “You aren’t going to finish the sentence then?” You teased.

“And spoil the mystery?” He teased back, sitting down across from you.

“Dumb.” You snickered and shook your head. You took some bread and ripped it, dipping it into the stew. “Would a vegetable other than mushrooms kill you? We could go to a market or something.”

“Mushrooms aren’t vegetables.” He corrected.

“Yeah, okay, well, aren't you just a fun guy?” You smirked at your own joke, and he let out an annoyed huff.

“you are hardly witty,” he said, shaking his head. “But fine, maybe tomorrow we can go off-world for a bit, go to that one market you love; I need to pick up a few things anyway.” He leaned back for a moment before he also started eating.

“Can we bring Tully?” You asked; he raised an eyebrow.

“Why would we bring Tully? He is a working bot.” He said and watched as you frowned.

“Maybe it would do him some good to see other places.” You nodded, but The Master raised his hand and shook his head to silence you.

“He is a worker; he has enough sense to work, plus someone needs to stay behind and watch the vineyard,” he said, taking another bite of stew. “You need to stop pushing the idea of sentience on him; he is programmed to only follow orders, and you need to stop distracting him from it.” He continued.

“Yeah, well, maybe he does have some sentience; sometimes I swear he responds to me.” You nodded.

“You humans always look for things that aren’t there, see things your little minds want you to see.” He shook his head.

“Well, maybe you time lords don’t look hard enough.” You said, leaning back heavily against your chair, watching him. “and what happened to talking about upgrading Tully to be like... oh, what did you call it, Kamelion?” You said watching him, he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“That would be way further down the line; I am busy right now anyway, no room for other distractions.” He shook his head.

“Too busy with your vineyard, it is waiting for plants to grow and then making wine.” You eyed him suspiciously. “That’s not all you are doing here, is it… you are plotting!” You gave the deepest sigh and looked away from him.

“Now wait, no, I am retired!” He said, shaking his head. “and I am offended you have such little faith in me.” He snapped.

“Then why am I not allowed in the workshop?” You asked quickly.

“It’s dangerous, and in case you forgot, humans are remarkably squishy.” He waved you off. “Let’s not fight,” he said after a moment. He grabbed your hand and urged you to look at him, which you did. He locked eyes with you; you felt angry, but it slowly subsided. You trusted him; you knew you did, and something told you to calm down, to let it go, not to ask again, and you would obey. “Let’s just focus on going to the market tomorrow,” he said and put his spoon down, flashing you a charming smile, and you nodded, blinking away an odd feeling that he didn’t address. “Maybe if you are good, we can even make a trip to Earth and go to that café you like.” He offered, you nodded again, and he let go of your hand, nodding as well.

The evening progressed as normal; you cleaned up the dishes after dinner, he retired to his study, and you went to bed. You didn’t get up as early as you normally did, taking the time to actually sleep in; after all, Tully did most of the work. The Master had finally set up a watering system, so now it was just cleaning up and ensuring the vine’s health, which you knew little about, but The Master was out early, checking and ordering Tully around. When you did get up, the sun was already up, so you got dressed and headed out, grabbing your jacket on the way out. You quickly walked the rows and found The Master studying a little green bug, odd, because as far as you had remembered, you hadn’t seen any bugs, which, thinking on it, was odd for a being outside; you figured you would have seen more bugs.

“Whatcha got there?” You asked stretching, and his eyes narrowed.

“An unwelcome guest.” He said plucking the bug and dropping it into a glass vial.

“Gonna torture a bug now?” you asked, watching him. “Find its co-conspirators?” You teased a bit, but your smile faded at the look on his face. “I mean, I am sure we can find a solution…it’s just a bug.” You tried to backtrack your teasing.

“Yes, well, it shouldn’t have been able to get in…There is a breach in the field somewhere… and where there is one, there is bound to be more... and I am not going to risk my vineyard.” He said, pocketing the vial.

“So I guess today we aren’t going to the market; we are looking for the breach and figuring out a way to protect the plants?” You sighed and looked around. He didn’t exactly respond to you; he shook his head, muttering in more Gallifreyan before he disappeared into his workshop. You were disappointed, but you knew he was going to fixate on the green bug until he eradicated the whole species for threatening his crops. You lounged around the vineyard for a bit before you decided you could be useful; you grabbed your bag and headed out the door. Obviously, these bugs were native to this place, and as The Master said, there were people on this planet, so maybe they already had a solution to the bugs; if they had crops themselves, maybe they had a local remedy, something they could plant or put along the perimeter or something. You didn’t want him to worry so much; he was supposed to be retired, after all; this was supposed to be relaxing and domestic; you wanted to enjoy it with him, and you knew he would be at it for days, weeks, maybe even months, depending on how deep it went. You weren’t sure how you were going to get out of the barrier, but you could figure it out; after all, a bug got in, so it couldn’t be too hard, right?

You were wrong immediately; you spent ages looking at the faintly shimmering barrier, looking where it connected, until you found what seemed to be one of the meeting points, and pushed on the metal part until the field wavered momentarily. It was extremely dumb luck, but you slipped out and looked around, looking for signs of life. You saw a tall spire of sorts, a roof of a building maybe? So you started in that direction. You had to be quick; he would have your head if you were out past dark, let alone if he knew you left the vineyard. However, you thought your reason was justified; you just wanted to help; you did want him to succeed in his winemaking after all.

You walked at a brisk pace, keeping your eyes on the roof, you couldn’t afford to get lost. You felt odd, your head a bit hazy, and you started to get a headache, but you kept walking. You focused on the crunch of dead leaves and rocks beneath your feet and slowed as you looked around; the plants were sickly looking and withering, a stark contrast to the vineyard. You noticed the same little green bugs squirming around on a tree as you walked past it. This wasn’t good; were they the cause of this plant devastation? If so, you suddenly began to doubt you would find what you needed at any sort of market. Though perhaps you could still pick the chemicals up, or maybe this planet just didn’t have the scientists to figure it out. You couldn’t lose hope now, not when you had already gone so far. You pressed forward, continuing to walk until you made it to more open space. Seeing the little town, you shivered; it looked sad, with no sign of any life. You contemplated turning around and running back to the vineyard, but you steeled yourself and forced your legs to move. You looked around, wrapping your jacket tighter around you as your eyes scanned over the little marketplace; everything seemed abandoned, like they all just left, but that didn’t seem right. You walked more and walked over to what appeared to be a bakery; you opened the door and looked in; it was like it was untouched, frozen in time. You frowned and stepped out; looking around, you saw a place that looked like it had been an apothecary or general store or something. You saw dried herbs in the window and assumed. When you walked in, your eyes scanned over the labels, but you didn’t know what any of these herbs did, and it wasn’t like human Earth Google could help you. You suddenly felt very silly for coming here; this was going to be all for nothing. A sound caught your attention; there were footsteps. They weren’t the same as The Master’s, you crouched down, and inched towards the back, you saw shadows move across the window, two of them. You held your breath and slowly tried to keep attention away from you; you didn’t get a good feeling; your body tensed, and your eyes kept on the shadows in the window. The way they moved, like they were scanning for something, and then how they suddenly looked towards the window as if they had found you.

As they started to the door, you took off out the back door, your legs carrying you fast and hard. You felt your heart pounding, hoping whoever they were hadn’t seen you. You didn’t even know if they were necessarily bad people, but the abandoned state of the town, and then two shadows creeping around, you didn’t have a good feeling, and your headache was getting worse, but that was the least of your concern. As you ran past an alleyway, two arms reached out; one grabbed you around the waist, and the other clamped over your mouth, pulling you in. You fought hard, elbowing your assailant in the face, and he let you go, his hand going to his nose. “For god's sake.” He muttered, and you turned. The Master was not pleased about your elbow to his face.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered quickly, looking out of the alleyway.

“That’s my question. I told you not to leave the vineyard!” he whispered angrily back. “Tully reported your absence, and then I had to come looking for you!” He gave your shoulder a shove. You shoved him back.

“I went looking for a solution to your little green bug problem! I thought I could help.” You snapped.

“That’s the problem, you thought!” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I didn’t need your help... and now you have gone and done it.” He sighed. “Back to the Vineyard.” He said, pushing your arm and motioning, you stood still, your expression still hardened. “Oh? What’s this then, making a grandstand? This isn’t the time to be an idiot.” He shook his head and motioned again; you crossed your arms.

“You don’t get to be mean to me.” You started.

“I am mean to everyone; you aren’t special.” Before he could think of his words, he cleared his throat and tried to backpedal. “I…what I mean is, you have put us—” he decided on. “In a bad predicament.” He said and shook his head. “No, we need to return to the vineyard right now.” He said seriously.

“What predicament?” You shook your head. “What is so bad? Is it the other people?” You said.

“Other people?” He tensed for a moment, then he shifted and got quiet, listening.

“Yeah, Two, I think… I saw their shadows and ran, and then you snatched me.” You shook your head.

He muttered something in Gallifreyan. “Now!” He grabbed your arm and forcefully walked you back towards the path. You tried to yank your arm away, but his grip tightened, and he kept walking.

“You are hurting me.” You hissed, and that just earned his grip squeezing almost painfully against your arm. “Master! Let go! I can walk on my own!” You tried to yank away again. His hand moved from your arm to the back of your neck to control you better.

“Stop, or I will make you stop.” He warned, there was no hint of teasing, just danger, a real threat. You got quiet as you walked quickly. He would stop to listen every so often, and then when you got back to the shield of the vineyard, he unceremoniously pushed you away from him, stalking towards his workshop.

“What the fuck!” You snapped, rounding at him, but he kept walking. “No! Hey!” You followed after him, “You don’t get to just hide away in your workshop now!” You said and grabbed his arm; he rounded on you. There was a look on his face that you had only seen once, and it chilled you.

“You had better hope that this shield holds up…that they don’t find us.” He said, shaking his head.

“Who? The shadows?” You asked; you just wanted to understand what was going on, and he was not making it easy.

“They aren’t just shadows….I told you to stay in the vineyard! Why couldn’t you just listen!” He shook his head. “We were happy here; I was happy here!” He pushed your hand off of his arm, your eyebrows furrowed, and you shifted a bit.

“I was just trying to help! I am happy here. Why are you talking like we can’t be happy still? What is going on?” You said, studying him for any sort of answer, but you were only met with anger and something else: fear. Why was he scared? You reached out for him, but he pushed your hand away, shaking his head. “Just talk to me…We are in this together, aren’t we?” You said you didn’t like the way he was watching you; you felt like strangers suddenly. He had never looked at you like that; yes, he had looked at others, but not you. He had told you you were special once, and now he looked almost disgusted with you. “Please... say something, anything... Master?” You said, but he turned away from you and walked towards the workshop, leaving you in silence. You watched his back disappear and the door shut behind him.

You felt numb, like you had done something bad; maybe you had, but you were just trying to help. You wanted to help, to show him he didn’t always have to do everything alone; isn’t that why he picked a ‘companion,’ as he once called you? But you felt like you were far more than that now. After everything that you two had done together? Not to mention the domestic situation you found yourself in, not quiet roommates, something more you couldn’t name, didn’t want to name in case he didn’t feel the same. You had thrown everything away to come run away with him, to retire with him, to be there for him, and you just couldn’t understand why now he was pulling away, why he was so angry.

You took a few breaths in, trying to calm down, but this felt bad, like worse than any argument you had before. There was a real fear in your gut: Was he going to carelessly leave you here and leave, or worse, was he going to take you home and wipe your memory? You didn’t want to think that way; you didn’t want him to leave you; you didn’t want to go back to not knowing the universe, to not knowing him. You felt the sting of tears; you were angry, and your heart hurt. You moved to go to the villa.

You paused when you saw Tully; you shook your head. “Why did you tell him? How could you tell him?” You said and walked over to the robot; you grabbed its head and looked at it, moving it around, and Tully let you. “Now he is going to leave me, or return me like I am nothing!” You shook your head. “I was just trying to help, and then you told on me!” You pushed the robot away, and it stepped back to catch itself. “I was just trying to help!” You shook your head and wrapped your arms around yourself. “I can’t believe….” You were angry, so angry. Maybe it wasn’t really Tully’s fault; they were just a machine, like the Master said. You stormed away, back into the empty villa. You took a look around it and sighed, walking towards the bedroom. You looked around the space you had shared with him over the last few months.

Memories here, the happiness, that he had played domestic with you. You sighed and moved to run your hand over the covers; the tears welled up in your eyes, and you sat down, determined to keep the choked sobs in. Your fingers traced over the soft material, and you sank down onto the side of the bed. You tried to stop the choked sound that escaped your throat. You knew that tears were useless; he had told you such before, the first time he had you watch a burning planet. The tears escaped your eyes, and he wrapped his arm around you, telling you that tears weren’t going to fix anything, that tears wouldn’t stop the flames, that they did nothing for the dead, that they were for you only. You couldn’t help it, though; there was a real fear of him no longer wanting to be whatever he was with you anymore.

You felt the first sob shake you, and you tried to run your sleeve over your eyes, but it did nothing to slow the now steady hot tears that came from your eyes. You clenched the black comforter below you tightly, so tightly that your knuckles turned white as you choked out more sobs. You didn’t want him to be mad at you; you didn’t like the cold look he gave you, how he made you feel like you ruined everything. You were just trying to help. The phrase was a pathetic mantra in your head as if the words could fix everything. You fell onto your side, curled into yourself, and you tried to breathe, to calm down, but you couldn’t.

You didn’t know how long you cried last night or when you fell asleep, but you must have because when you woke, you felt the familiar dip of the mattress, the weight of him lying down. There was a relief that washed over you; at least he had come back in from his workshop at one point in the night. You slowly turned a bit, his hand inches away from your back, like he had been reaching out to touch you at some point but decided against it, or maybe he subconsciously reached for you in his sleep.

You decided to slip out of bed to make coffee and breakfast, a peace offering, maybe one he would take. His coming to bed meant something; it had to. You had known his anger before; while it wasn’t directed at you, if he was dead set on being furious, he would have stayed in the workshop.

The man himself came into the kitchen as soon as the smell of coffee and bacon filled the air.

“Breakfast?” he stated more as a statement than a question. You nodded and moved to give him the cup of coffee. He raised an eyebrow and looked over you. “I was thinking,” he started. Your face betrayed you, the odd gut feeling you had; you wondered if this was it. “Oh, fix your face; it’s a good thing, I promise.” He shook his head. “Last night was...tense... but I did promise you a trip to that café you like and that bazaar, and it would be a good…. apology for the argument.” He decided on his words carefully.

“Yeah, okay, yeah.” You nodded. “Look, I am…I didn’t mean to upset you; I really was trying to help.” You started, but he raised his hand to silence you, taking a sip of the coffee. “It's complicated, and I will explain, but how about you get ready after breakfast, and we will go?” he said, and you nodded again.

You couldn’t help the unease; what if he was planning on just dropping you off? You didn’t want that at all, but you tried to conceal your anxiety with a smile, sitting down to eat your breakfast.

“Really, stop being so—” he vaguely motioned. “I am not getting rid of you... and if I did, it would be much more interesting than just dropping you off on a planet.” He shook his head and moved to sit across from you. He watched you for a few moments like he was thinking something, planning, but you had to trust his words for now anyway.

“Yeah, okay.” You nodded softly; the thought of the cafe and bazaar did make you happy; even if you could tell there were ulterior motives, you would relax and enjoy it. “You sure? You were really mad last night.” You couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

“Abandoning people is what the Doctor does….I’ll just throw you in the vortex or something; maybe get creative with it…but no, I…don’t want to ruin a fun time with the worries of the reality of the situation, plus we are going off-world to…lure…things away,” he said, vague enough that his whole plan wasn’t on display but enough to calm your frayed nerves.

“Things?” You asked.

“The Kotturuh.” He said and shook his head; it was going to be a long explanation, one that he would have to face eventually; he didn’t like being faced with his own mortality.

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