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[littlelambscandyland]

Little Agent

Yan!Cg!Delgado!Master x Fem!Little!Reader

Summary- An agent comes to check on another UNIT worker, what she finds disturbs her. The camera evidence does little to calm the Doctor's nerves. (1,256 Words)

Notes- She grew legs! I wasn't going to do another story but she grew legs!

Warnings- Heavily Implied Hypnotized Induced Suicide (Not On Reader, Obvi), Hypnotized Butler

The woman hesitantly knocks on the door.

She has no idea why UNIT wants her to check on the Lady of this house, but she'll do her job anyways. All she had to do was place some cameras while pretending to be a higher up checking on undercover processes.

The woman taps her foot anxiously. She goes to knock again, but the door swings open, a tall man stands blank faced and stiff in the doorway.

"Good afternoon," He speaks mechanically. "Can I help you miss?"

"Good afternoon, I'm here on some business from UNIT, may I speak to the home owner?"

"Apologies, but the General is busy today." He speaks again, monotone and dead voiced.

"Ah, my fault," The lady claims. "I'm here to speak to the lady of the house, I was under the impression she was the owner."

"Apologies, but the Lady is busy today." He repeats his sentence substituting the word.

The woman stops the door with her hand when he goes to close the door. "I'm afraid this is of utmost importance, and I cannot leave without speaking to her."

The man simply pushes the woman back before slamming the door. Sitting there in shock she hears another voice behind the door. A ladies voice scolding the dead eyed man on the other side. As she stands the door opens.

You stand there with a strained smile. "Hello." You say simply.

"Are you-"

Before she can finish you cut her off. "Yes, yes I am, and I am so sorry for the butlers behavior." You say pulling her inside the home. "He's going through a bit of a rough patch at the moment, I'm sure you understand."

Your actions and speech comes off as sporadic to the woman, and she frowns at you. "Miss, are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh yes I'm fine, but I do need you to hurry with this little meeting." You nod looking stressed.

You guide her to the living area asking her to wait a moment so you could speak with the butler. The woman uses the moment you're out of the room to set up a camera on your bookshelf. When you come back you sit on the couch at an arms reach from the woman.

She sets her bag on the floor next to her feet. "My name is Agent O'Malley, by the way."

You smile worriedly. "It's nice to meet you, and I'm really sorry for the oddity of this situation. Also I hate to be rude but we really need to make this quick." You gesture to the bag for the files.

Agent O'Malley frowns, is this why she was sent here? Were you in danger? She shifts closer, noticing how you stiffen. Before you can move away she takes your hand.

"Are you alright?" She whispers. "Are you not free to speak?"

Your eyes widen. "No!" You jump up. "No, dear God, I'm fine! You- You're just not supposed to be here." You explain sitting back down. "I promised not to bring work home anymore, and then UNIT sprung your visit on me, only telling me about you 20 minutes ago."

"Ah," O'Malley says in understanding. "You just don't want another fight with your husband."

Once again your eyes widen. "Husband? No, my- uh- um- father?"

It was the agent's turn to be surprised. "Miss, your father's dead, I- I read it in your file... Are you sure you're safe."

"I can assure you she's perfectly safe." A man claims, startling the woman. "You on the other hand, I make no promises."

The Master glares at the lack of distance between you and the agent, something both of you pick up on. O'Malley feeling endangered by the stranger's appearance shields you with her body.

"Please don't..." The woman has no idea whether you're begging her or the man.

"Who is he?" She questions you then turns to him. "Who are you?"

You shake your head in a panic, but the Master answers anyways. "I am the lord of this home. And who might you be?"

"Agent O'Malley." The woman stiffly states. She holds her badge out for him to see.

"UNIT scheduled a meeting without telling me." You defend.

The Master narrows his eyes. "Well then," He holds his hand out in a simple gesture. "Please continue."

You watch him walk across the room to sit in his favorite arm chair. He even lights a cigar while you and the agent stare.

"It's confidential sir, you can't be in here."

You shake your head. "Just... Leave it be, he already knows about my work."

You gesture for her to continue, and O'Malley debates leaving. This whole scenario threw her off. She feels unsafe. She feels like she needs to tell someone about this, you have to be being held captive there was no other way to explain this.

"Agent?" You pull her from her thoughts.

"I think, that maybe it would be better to consider this at another point in time." She says, watching you frown.

"I thought it was urgent?" You ask like you're annoyed.

O'Malley goes into her bag and pulls out a file. "Please feel free to look into it on your own, but our discussion on the matter must remain private."

Agent O'Malley stands quickly, and before you can question her again she rushes out. She makes her way down the stairs of your front porch, pulls out her phone, and makes a phone call.

"Hello, Agent O'Malley. Did your mission go well?" The person asks.

"Not quite, sir. Something is very wrong here. I did manage to get a single camera in the living area, but aside from that I was forced to leave rather quickly," O'Malley explains.

"Very well," They respond. "Make your way back to base."

She hangs up the phone and gets in her car. As she pulls away she sees the Master staring with glaring eyes. She has no idea what compels her, but before she pulls away completely she rips off the brake pedal. Driving down the road, agent O'Malley doesn't stop her car until she doesn't have a choice.

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The Doctor stares at the screen. It makes no sense. If only that poor agent had placed more cameras, then maybe he would be able to understand the scene in front of him. He simply couldn't wrap his head around this.

The Doctor watches with a concerned look in his eyes.

"Careful, dear girl." The Master calmly chastises you. "Why don't you move to the floor?"

"No!" You whine, abandoning your toy plane, and throwing yourself in his lap. "Wanna play with papa!"

"Yes, well, I'm afraid I am not a very good pilot." He smiles.

You pout. "Fly time machine good."

"Ah, yes, but miniature planes are much more your expertise, my darling child." The Master pokes your nose making you giggle.

The Doctor turns away from the screen as the Brigadier enters the lab.

"Are you making any progress?" The man questions.

The Doctor shakes his head. "None at all. She does seem quite attached to him."

"And the Master?"

"He's up to something." The time lord leans onto the table. "He has to be using her somehow... There's no other-" He trails off as he watches the screen.

" 'm papa's favorite?" You ask the Master.

He laughs sincerely. "Why, of course you are little human."

The Doctor watches as you squeal hugging the Master happily. "You know," He tells the Brigadier. "I just don't know."

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I'm Her Papa

Cg!Dhawan!Master x Little!Fem!Reader

Summary- After a particularly hard "adventure" with the Doctor, you regress. Hard. For once, you didn't have the support you needed, you didn't have your caregiver. The Doctor is at a loss, and it comes to an overwhelming head when the Master shows up out of nowhere to take you away. (1,131 Words)

Notes- As much as I love this idea I don't know if I wrote it as well as I wanted, so I may write something similar later to fix it. I mean I really don't like this one, but I'm trying to learn to write/post the good and the bad so this is good practice for me. Hopefully it's at least sort of entertaining to some of you. There is a good chance as well that my brain is just mean and in a week I love it, but for now have fun I guess lol.

This wasn't supposed to happen. You were supposed to be strong. You were supposed to handle this, to be brave. Why couldn't you just hold out a little longer? Everything is crumbling and it isn't fair!

You want to cry. Scratch that, you're about to cry.

This trip was just too much. You couldn't grip this one. It wasn't like it was more terrifying than the others, so it confused you why it broke you down so hard. It was just a few frightful expeditions, why did it affect you like this? You don't know. It was simply the last hit you could take.

You didn't even make your way back home before you slipped. Tripping on a step in the TARDIS console room sends you spiraling, and without meaning to you start crying. You need your caregiver. You can't do this alone.

"What's happening?" The Doctor rushes over, crouched slightly like she's prepared for an attack.

"All she did was trip on a stair, why is she crying?" Graham whispers to Ryan.

"What's wrong?" The Doctor asks you, but hovers just before touching your arm. "What happened?" She tries to sound kind, but the confusion and panic leaks in.

You can't speak, you're exhausted, and the pressure in your chest makes you heave. You sputter trying to stutter out an explanation. As embarrassing as it feels, you'd rather they know then be scared. No matter what you do, you can't get the words out.

Suddenly, before you can make a single noise, the TARDIS doors slam open, hitting off the walls at the force.

The Master stands proudly, yet clearly disheveled like he's been hunting for something and just found it. Everyone in the TARDIS pauses with a look of terror and rage in their eyes.

"Hello darling!" He stomps over and scoops you up before even the Doctor can argue. "Oh! You pitiful creature, you just can't get along without me can you?"

The Master bounces you in one arm, lazily holding the TCE out to the others as they hover to get him to leave.

"Put her-" Before the Doctor finishes she notices your reaction to the Master. The way you cling to him, breathing into his suit coat like it was made of air, and repeating the title over and over in mortified sniffles.

The Master notices, a smug and proud grin appearing on his face. "Put her down?"

You almost scream at the suggestion. The Master pats your back in a soothing actions.

"Now, what kind of papa would I be if I just let her go?"

"You aren't-" The Doctor stutters. "Whatever this is-"

"No one needs a monster to look after them." Yaz insults.

The Master's eyes narrow, a sharp glare replacing the soft look he'd been giving you. The Doctor rushes to stand in front of her, shouting her name in a scolding tone. Graham and Ryan stand to the side confusion stricken across their face. You begin to hiccup rather than cry, calming in the Master's hold.

"No," The Master starts. "I suppose she doesn't, but I'm far too kind," He spits the word like venom. "To leave her here to be cared for by a group so ignorant. Really Doctor, you couldn't tell?"

"Couldn't tell what?"

"Age regression. Surely you noticed." The Master, says bouncing you in his arms before turning to leave the TARDIS.

You could hear the Doctor mumbling to herself until her feet come rushing after the two of you. Still, you begin to drift to sleep in his arms. The Master is already out the TARDIS door by the time the Doctor catches up.

"Why are you doing this?" She questions like it's an accusation.

The Master laughs. "Do what? Take care of her?"

"Exactly," She seethes. "You don't care for others, you don't care about anything."

"There are exceptions." He claims, staring at your face buried in his suit.

The Doctor frowns, but her eyes soften. "What makes her so special?"

"I-" He laughs in a sad tone, resting his head on top of yours. "I don't know... She just is..."

"How did this happen?" The Doctor continues her questioning.

"I spent a long time on Earth." He borderline hisses.

She sneers. "That doesn't explain how you ended up integrated in her life."

"I was O for a while," The Master explains like she's an idiot. "She was my link to MI6."

"And?" She shakes her head.

"What kind of best friend would O be if he couldn't accept such a tiny side of her?"

"So, O cared, you aren't O." The Doctor declares.

"I know that!" He shouts, immediately stiffening and cooing at you when you startle.

You're just barely awake, but a strangled cry makes him panic for a moment. Without hesitation he soothes you until you're resting back against him.

"You're alright darling, you're alright." He presses another kiss to your head.

Both of you sigh as you relax back into your sleep.

The Master glares at the Doctor. "I shouldn't care about her... I know that. I hate that I do... But, she's my baby." A desperate look mixes with his rage. "What I've done will not compare to what I'll do if you try to take her from me."

The Doctor no longer stands tall in front of him. "You actually love her."

"Of course I do!" The Master shouts in whispered offense. "She's my daughter."

"She isn't-" The Doctor stops her claim when she sees the look in his eyes. She throws her arms up. "Fine, she's your daughter..."

"Glad we agree." The Master shortly responds.

Before another word could be spared he walks away from her. She doesn't stop him, simply staring in disbelief. The Master stomps onto his own TARDIS, slamming the door closed with his foot, and setting the ship to leave quickly.

"I have half the thought to never let you travel with her again. Look at what you've done, exposed my weakness for you like a selfish child would." He rambles, walking down the halls to your room.

The lights are dimmed to make a calming atmosphere. Despite the bed clearly being there, the Master walks over to the large armchair and sits down. He shuffles you to lay more properly in his lap, throwing the blanket that was previously draped over the chair over you. He tucks you into the blanket, wrapping you up like he was lazily swaddling you.

"You wouldn't mind?" He asks your sleeping figure. "Travelling with papa instead... I wouldn't let anything hurt you if that's what you're worried about."

The Master halts when your hand slips from your blanket cocoon to hold onto his shirt. He smiles and kisses your head again.

"We'll talk more when you get up."

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The Timeline (The Ending)

Cg!Master/Missy x Little!Reader

Notes- It's finally here! This has to be the most I've ever put into a story, so I really hope you all like this.

Warnings- Yandere Behavior, Borderline Perma!Regression, Stockholm Syndrome(?), Grief and Loss, Implied Trauma, Implied Mass Genocide, Codependency, Hypnotism

Part One - The Beginning

Re-re Introductions & Harold Saxon?

You literally threw yourself at the manic man who threw the penthouse door open. Despite the oddity of the situation and his much different stature the Master catches you perfectly. The noises you make are strangled and incoherent as you attempt to tell him everything on your mind. The Master couldn’t tell if you were ecstatic or angry. Truth is, neither did you.

He flops down on the couch, exhausted from his trip and how much work he had to put in to start his big plan. He watched you with animated interest as you spoke words that barely made sense. Some part of him wants to tease your clinginess. Another part wants to scold you for not being sure it was him. The loudest part, just wants to keep you as close as possible. An entire war in between the two of you, not that you knew that, yet you still latch onto him like you know how difficult it’s been, like you need him. One more hidden part of him felt guilty, you’d been alone for so long. It would be fine now, you were back in his arms.

The days progressed unsteadily. The Master didn’t sweep you away from the place you felt was almost like a prison. Not this time, no. He moved in with you, he went to work, and he apparently got a wife. Not that he ever let you meet her. The plan was simple when he explained it to you, but you know he made it that way so it didn’t overwhelm you; that didn’t stop you from bombarding him with questions though.

Something you had never expected was the overtly manic behavior from him. You always remembered your papa as a poised and almost pompous man. It was fun to see him so playful. Then again, he seemed more angry at random times. He got angry before, but it seemed more random now. You weren’t able to grasp the large span of his emotions now that he showed them more. 

The most exciting thing had to be his newfound appreciation for media and toys. Before your papa focused on an occasional new toy for special occasions or good behavior. Now it was like everytime the Master came home he had a new present for you. Before your papa focused on books and reading to you. Now he let you watch tv, though for some unknown reason he preferred when you watched Teletubbies. It was a sad realization when you found out he never planned on reading you a bedtime story anymore, and it became even more upsetting when that reasoning was because he wasn’t going to be home at night.

That became your biggest problem. You had just got him back. You finally weren’t alone anymore, and yet here he was leaving everyday for hours. Each day you spiraled into a deeper agitation, desperately begging him not to leave you alone again. This had to be one of the most difficult times between the two of you. Him not understanding your pleads, and you not understanding why he had to keep going. Despite the arguing, you did unknowingly encourage him to finish his plan faster.

When he was there, the Master was as doting as this regeneration allowed. Deep down he wanted to coddle you, but his mouth would spew out an empty insult. He took up to affectionately calling you “brat”. The only way he found to truly show he still cared was to shower you in any and everything he deemed you might like. That and hovering like a secretly nervous wreck when you did anything grown up.

That had to be what he hated the most. All the things you learned to do for yourself again while he was gone. Every time you did laundry or made yourself food made him feel useless and guilty. He’s the one who’s supposed to do those things for you! He wants to berate and scold you for doing it, but he knows it’s his own fault for leaving you alone over and over, and for so long to begin with. This of course doesn’t stop him from ripping the offending task from you. 

The Master and you both silently counted down the days until his plan came to fruition. Both of you held your breath until there wasn’t a tense air between you. You needed him around after so long, and he needed you to move past the trauma. You both needed that comfort from one another, you both needed that time, and it was a secretly exciting day that it happened.

The Year That Never Was

The day he took over the world he made sure you were there. Blended with the mass of suits in your own simple formal attire. Two guards secretly hypnotized to ensure your safety. You had felt guilty for being so excited. You weren’t happy people were getting hurt, no, you just wanted your papa to yourself again, just for a little while. You just wanted a little bit of time to be the center of his attention.

The plan went perfectly, despite some girl called Martha running out. You felt bad for the Doctor and his friends. You felt bad for Earth, but you’d never seen your papa that happy before. How could you voice those feelings when he was finally beaming too?

The Master still had so much to do, taking over the universe was hard work, but he made sure that you had more attention day by day. The first few weeks, hell, the first few months remained far too busy for him to put you on that pedestal, but you thrived when he did. Every moment he spent with you made you glow with happiness. 

The Master discovered that keeping you away from the humans was for the best. When you would be reminded of the living conditions of those on Earth you often spiraled, and he didn’t want to admit, but killing his staff for making you upset had begun to be a problem. Still, you had a tendency to break the rules. 

He'd never tell you, but he knew that you occasionally snuck around to give the staff candy. He also knew you snuck Captain Harkness and the Doctor some from time to time. He wouldn't punish you for being yourself, besides you rarely left your little corner of the Valiant where he kept you after being delegated there. Not to mention, no one on the craft was dumb enough to hurt you after his last capital punishment for it, so why ruin your little adventures. He did wish you’d do it less sneakily so he could keep a better eye on you when it happened.

Day in and out the rules and roles were clear. You’d follow the rules the best you could, but you often got bored. The year itself moved so quickly when he took the time to entertain, and it moved so slowly when you were alone. Stockholm Syndrome is what the humans aboard would say you had. They all claimed neither of you actually cared for each other, that he was manipulating you, and you had simply been broken.

Your papa was lenient with most of his rules, but you found that often if you did get in trouble the punishment was never truly yours. You were treated like royalty, and according to your papa you were. That however didn’t stop there from being moments when he forgot you needed more than just material things to make you happy.

“I don’ wan it!” You shouted, throwing the new stuffed animal.

You were bored. Yes, he’d spent more time with you, but you still felt so disconnected from him. You didn’t want anymore toys, you didn’t want anymore pampering, you just wanted him there.

“Well then, I’ll stop bringing you toys then you spoiled brat.” The Master spit like venom.

You huffed angrily with tears in your eyes. “Fine! I don’ wan' em!”

“You don’t-” He gave a hard stare, one you’d yet to see in that regeneration's face. “Why not?”

“Not papa…” You shied away, pouting in your seat.

Your papa rubbed his face in irritation. “And by that you mean?”

“Lonely!” You throw your hands down. “Wan papa!” You sniffle. “Not wan toy…”

The Master threw himself down on the couch beside you. A heavy sigh left him. “I suppose I have been a little too… dictator-ee. It’s left me quite busy.” He threw his arm over your shoulder. “I do have some free time later tonight. How about we have a good old fashioned family game night?”

“Me n you?”

“Yes,” He laughed like it was obvious. “Just me and you sweetheart.”

You fell into his arms still a bit upset, but limply laid your head on him. “Ok.”

The Not So Finale Goodbye

It had to be one of the scariest events of your life. You've seen your papa angry, but this was on a level you never knew. Even once the screaming stopped, even when the electric whirling disappeared, even when things seemed to "settle", there was a dark undertone in the air. A sound ringing danger and grief weren't far behind.

You stood behind him. Even in his anger and his own distress he subconsciously shielded you from what he deemed was a threat. You wanted to be hopeful, but the situation didn't seem like it would end the way either of you would have liked it to. There were moments when you felt his hand come back and bump yours, like he was ensuring you were still standing as close as possible.

You were on the verge of tears the entire time.

When the Doctor claimed he would take the Master with him, the Master all but felt his hearts stop. One, he absolutely despised the man in front of him. Second, did that idiotic Doctor really think he would just leave behind his kid? When the Doctor claimed you would go with them too, to "make sure he stays compliant", the Master almost pounced on him. You weren't a pawn, and you certainly weren't going to be forced to stay on a ship with a time lord who was undoubtedly going to try and turn you against him. You were his kid, only he gets to decide where you go and what you do!

The sound of a gun going off rang so loudly in the air everyone paused for just a single moment. The sound you let out must've been awful to hear right after. All those unshed tears poured out the second you saw your papa start to fall. You couldn't breathe as you watched the Doctor cradle him.

Your knees hit the floor painfully hard. You couldn't speak a single word. Your eyes were too blurry to see, and your lungs burned. A warm hand that was slowly getting colder held onto yours. Your ears were deaf to the pleading of the Doctor.

Your papa's quiet voice pushed into your mind.

"You'll be fine, little brat," You could almost hear him laughing lightly in your head. "I'll come back for you. I always will."

The Doctor let you stay as he burned the Master's body. There was some sort of unspoken understanding the two of you had. Afterwards, the Doctor offered to let you join him in his TARDIS. You weren't quite sure if he actually cared or if he felt some weird form of obligation to look after you. Either way, you couldn't do it, betray your papa like that. During his time as Prime Minister you were given the chance to find out exactly where your penthouse was located. You easily turned down the Doctor's wishes, concerns, and reasons. You didn't want to listen to him, and you most certainly didn't need him in your life. So, you ventured back to the only place you felt safe now that the Master was gone.

What were you supposed to do now?

Re-Establishing

He wasn’t able to get back to you when he reanimated. Probably for the best, he wouldn’t have been able to give you any kind of care during that time anyways. He was however able to retrieve you after coming back from Gallifrey. Isn’t that fun? Why were you crying? Why did you ask if he was real? Why did you keep asking if he was going to go away again? And for Rassilon sake, why were you wailing?

The Master was still emotionally stunted. He didn't really think through the fact that seeing him die would impact you so much. He told you he'd find a way back. He didn't understand why you wouldn't calm down. He was back, you were fine, now get in the damn TARDIS.

It took the Master very little time to figure out that you were very much not okay. Apparently, even though he's made you immortal, your brain still reacts to trauma the same way an ordinary human would. Well, maybe a little closer to how a child would.

For example, you wouldn't stop clinging to him, you kept sobbing and crying out in your sleep, you were constantly staring at him like he would drop dead, and you panicked anytime there was a sound that even barely resembled the sound of a gun.

He looked older, you noticed. It worried you... Could he die of old age? He wasn't even close to that kind of age, but seeing him capable of ageing was terrifying. What was 50 or 60 years in the face of eternity? You wondered a bit if that was how he felt all that time ago when he gave you that medicine that made you unable to age.

You feared he might just pop out of existence. You feared when you woke up from going to bed at night you may find him cold on the floor. You obsessed over making sure he was taken care of too. You couldn't relax. You were afraid it wasn't real.

There was a lingering sorrow that followed you around, and by extension the entire TARDIS felt more solemn. The Master had no idea how to help you feel better. He had no course of action he could take outside of the same tricks he's always used over the years to comfort you. He used so many of your comfort items, foods, and activities just to see you happy. It never worked.

Eventually, the Master grew restless and worried, so he reverted to the one thing he knew would help you without fail. He hypnotized you.

He didn't have the will to take away all the memories. It would cause too many problems. But, he could take away the fear. He could take away the grief. He could make you happy again.

You didn't even notice the shift at first. You didn't notice that every time you felt yourself start to panic or spiral that your papa would call out to you with this newly developed nickname. You didn't notice the way you could no longer fight against bedtime or nap time. You did however notice you were happier. A feeling of lightness that you hadn't felt in a while returned. You were able to relax and you were able to play again.

Things had been getting better. You still have your moments of course, but the Master was quick to snuff out those fires. It wasn't fun to have you moping about. This was much better. You giggled and you played, and you brought back in the joyful atmosphere that had been missing. The Master could get things done now that he wasn't plagued by concern. (At least that's what he tells himself he did it for)

Much like all the other skills he's acquired while taking care of you, the Master grew a second sense for when you began to sink into that pit. It was like he could feel it in his chest the same way you did. Luckily, a simple trigger word and distraction was all he needed now to fix it.

"Sunshine." He called out to you. A smile grew on his face from seeing you immediately perk up from your tense form, a cloudy look filling your eyes then fading away.

"Papa?" You had questioned back.

"Come here." He told you, gesturing with his head.

The second you were in arms reach he pulled your back to his chest. He rested his head on your shoulder as you placed your hands on his workbench.

"Do you see this?"

You nod. "Uh huh!"

"This is what is going to power the accelerator. It's very important that every single wire is in the proper place." He explained to you.

"Looks like rainbow spaghetti..." You say quietly with a smile.

Your papa laughed slightly at your observation before his face grew serious for a split second. "Do not eat it."

Both of you laughed at his demand.

His face went serious again. "Really, don't."

Silver Age

There was something strange about your new dynamic. You knew his personality changes a little when he changes faces, but you didn’t realize it could change with the same one just older. Your papa was still just as chaotic as before, but he was calmer than he used to be. Literally everything he did felt more calculated than before. He reminded you a bit more of his old faces now. He even grew a goatee too!

The two of you were isolated a lot more now. You didn’t really go on any adventures or trips. You never minded that much. After witnessing what you did and being alone for so long, you were perfectly fine with just staying with papa. 

Sometimes you caught glimpses of the weird robots he worked on so often. They were a bit creepy, but some of them could be super nice when you snuck in to see them. Eventually though, you got banned from going near any of them because one robot started getting really aggressive and papa said it wasn’t safe for you to be around them anymore. This banishment soon led to you being barred from his work room completely as all he did was make more and more of them. 

You were a bit confused when he told you, you weren’t allowed outside the TARDIS anymore. Of course, you listened, but you also asked a ton of questions. The only answer you ever got was that it wasn't safe for you to be out there anymore. Sometimes he’d simply say that “the army’s growing”. You weren’t sure what he meant exactly, but you assumed it had something to do with those robos.

You still struggled with the time away. It seemed that this regeneration was plagued to keep too much distance from you. Even sitting in the same room sometimes didn’t feel like enough. Luckily, with age he was more willing to hold you close. The rare occasion when he’d continue working on something while on the TARDIS became much more family friendly as he’d have you in his lap the entire time. If he ever needed you to leave him alone for it he’d simply put on an old song and hum to you. Without fail, you fell asleep everytime

You would tackle him happily and desperately when he’d get home. Every night without fail was greeted by a hugging ambush. You clung to him like a koala no matter what. And, and for some reason, he let you. 

It was good for a small time.

The day he told you he’d be leaving for a few days you spiraled. There was nothing you could, nothing would stop him from completing his plan. Eventually your distress led to a very stress induced decision on the Masters part. He hypnotised you. Not in the soft way he used a trigger word, no it had to be more controlling than that. He made you go to sleep. Just for his trip. It was a good idea to him. You wouldn’t panic or suffer, and he could be sure that you were perfectly fine.

He struggled, of course, knowing you’d be asleep the whole time unable to even call him. He struggled because he knew it would be years for him, but he had to do it, for you, he had to. So, the Master made you fall asleep, then he set you up in the medbay. Perfectly snuggled with a blankie and plush friend. He made sure that nothing could go wrong, and he made sure he could monitor you from the terrible distance.

You hadn’t even been aware that you fell asleep. You woke up alone, surprisingly calm. You didn’t even know if you should’ve left or stay where you were. Still, you lazily pulled the sticky things and mean poking needles off of you, and stumbled to the console room.

Your calm didn’t last long.

He laid on the floor without movement. Your papa. He didn’t answer, not once, no matter how hard you shoved or how loudly you shouted. You were petrified, he promised he wouldn’t leave you this time. Why wouldn’t he just open his eyes? Why was there golden light glowing under his skin? Who hurt him?

Why wouldn’t he open his eyes?

Re-re-re Introductions

You did your best to watch over your papa as he slept in bed. It had taken you so much work to get him there, but it was worth it to make sure he’d be comfortable. The orange glowing and exhale of energy scared you quite a lot when you saw it happen. It was weird seeing him change faces right in front of your eyes. You debated on whether or not you were supposed to call her momma now that he became a she. 

Good thing you’ve experienced living alone all those years or else you wouldn’t have known what to do during that short time period. You kept things running as minutely as you could. The TARDIS did the bulk of the work, making food for you, tracking your papa’s vitals, and keeping the two of you safe and drifting until she woke up.

She grins when she does. A brilliant dazzle in her eyes. And then, she frowned. She saw your tired, frightened eyes and wondered why they were there. Things moved so quickly during that time. It was like she hadn’t even felt the difference in herself. 

Except Missy very much did. She had noticed. 

Things needed a change, Missy wanted a change, so she made many. As much as she didn’t mind being called papa, she found “mummy” a much more fitting title. As much as she liked getting her hands dirty, why not sit back and do things behind the scenes? As much as she could chaotically treat you as she did before, she quite liked the idea of strict structure.

Missy had a very new way of doing things. She was more coddling, more hovering. She barely left you alone for longer than a few hours. Every plan you knew almost every detail, not because she told you but because you were always around her even when she was plotting. 

The first few weeks the two of you play dress up so many times. Your mommy struggled to find a style she truly likes. It wasn’t until the two of you watched The Corpse Bride that she started getting a good grip on this new face’s style. It was fun while it lasted, she even let you put glitter on her.

It was different, it always was. She was more strict. She was as poise as the first papa you ever met yet as chaotic as the last one before her. Once more, things were flipped on their head and a new dynamic began to fix. Once again, it was something new, something you had to learn to navigate. But, it was still the same love you knew. It was the same comfort with just a different flare.

She was different, she wasn’t your papa now, but she was your mommy.

Life felt smoother during the Master’s time as Missy. Your mommy was more hands on with you and a bit less hands on in her plots. Sometimes, she seemed more sentimental than before, reminding you of all the times her previous regeneration shoved his feelings back. It reminded you of how the Master acted when you were first “adopted” by them. The subtle coddling that wasn’t as subtle as they were attempting.

Missy was playful with you and others, but mostly you. She was quick to make you laugh when sad or to become the most wicked tickle monster. Missy had this habit of trying to do even the most simple tasks for you like she couldn’t bear the thought of doing them yourself. It became common practice for her to hand feed you. Missy liked to take you to very pretty places. For the first time she felt the innate urge to show you the beauty of the universe rather than just hiding you from it.

It was confusing at first, trying to wrap your head around this new coddling face. Your papa could be coddling, but he was never so dependent on your happiness, at least not openly. You went from having the most distant papa the Master’s been to the most hands on version the Master’s ever been. 

You were comfortable, maybe a bit overwhelmed by the long forgotten familiar dynamic, but happy still. Everything was once again planned, everything was taken care of before you could even think of it. It was almost like your mommy was trying to make up for something. There was always something she was trying to cover up this time around. A sadness you couldn’t grasp.

You kept getting glances, moments of regret from her. She’d stare off into nothingness with a bleeding heart, or she’d look at you with misty almost mourning eyes. She’d mention a name, “Theta” like a whisper into time itself. It would last so briefly you got whiplash almost every time. Moments after every minor falter she’d bounce back into that bubbly chaos. Smiles and cooing would immediately overlap the sorrow and pain.

“Mommy?”

Missy shook her head, the few tears that gathered fell out. “What is it puppy?”

“Why r you sad?” You questioned with a sweet quietness.

“I’m not sad,” She denied while picking you up. “Just reminiscing.”

You pouted. “Bout sad stuff?”

Your mommy laughed. “No,” She tells you. “No, just things I miss.”

“Mommy’s smart… Why not get it back?”

Missy paused her fixing of your outfit. You thought for just a moment she stopped breathing. A sad laugh played from her and turned into a bordering deranged cackle. She wiped a nonexistent tear away with a wide smile.

“And if things would all change as a result? Would you be able to handle that, my darling little human?”

You tilt your head at her. “If it makes momma happy,” You nod. “Yes!”

And so it was, she changed things, in her own masterful way. A change you weren’t actually prepared for, but one you let be because it was good for her. No matter how much you feared it, it was good.

The Vaulted Years

Ever since your mommy agreed to be “good” the Doctor kept the both of you on his TARDIS. He let you stay in a room the TARDIS set up for you, but Missy had to stay in “the time vault”. You hated it. You visited your mommy several times a week, but it never seemed enough. You felt alone during all those years. You didn’t tell any of them out right, but you had plenty of breakdowns begging to not be taken from her arms. Occasionally, you would have sleepovers in the vault but they always felt tense and filled with a melancholy air.

The Doctor tried to remind you what life outside Missy was like. A life without papa or mommy. A life where you could be grown up every once in a while. He tried to give you small chores to encourage independence, things you hadn’t dealt with on your own while the Master had been away. He attempted to get you to do puzzles and other things to reintegrate you into adulthood. He would take you on low stakes adventures and introduce you to people to make connections. All these things he eventually had to deem as things you could no longer handle.

After every adventure, you’d cry for Missy in fear. Every time you’d meet someone you’d hide behind the Doctor. If you couldn’t figure out a puzzle you’d throw a tantrum he didn’t know how to deal with. No matter what skill he’d try to teach you it’d fail.

It stressed you out unbelievably, so he gave up. 

Instead, he focused on making sure you still understood morals. You never knew why he thought you didn’t know the difference between good and bad, and right and wrong. You remember your mommy scolding him for thinking she would show you anything bad. You remember he berated her back, claiming that she manipulated your brain somehow to make you more reliant. Your mommy laughed at him as he demanded to know how to undo it, as he claimed it wasn’t healthy. The argument didn’t last long, if you remember right. You started crying because of his cruel claims, and the night ended with the two of them telling you the most bizarre bedtime stories.

Missy banned him from taking you out anymore, and he was too upset whenever he tried to make you a grown up again. Towards the end of your time in the Doctor's TARDIS he simply made sure you weren’t getting into “trouble” or accidentally getting hurt. Even if it was something small, in an odd way he became a back up caregiver for you.

“Oh, if it isn’t my favorite little entertainer!” Missy smiles on the other side of the barrier.

You bounced right up to it, waiting for the Doctor to let you inside to hug her. The second he begrudgingly did you ran up to her. You mumbled an excited hello into her dress.

“Missed you.” You hugged her just a bit tighter.

Despite the woman's size she easily lifted you into her arms before sitting on the couch with you in her arms. “Well of course you did, puppy. A little child will always need their mummy.” She said, sending a sharp look towards her old frenemy.

“Believe it or not,” The Doctor started. “There’s a new reason for my hesitancy today.”

You turned to look at him confused which just led to Missy readjusting you in her lap.

“And what’s that?” She asked with a performer's smile before getting distracted on fixing your top.

The Doctor sighs from his spot. Nervously he patted at himself. “I think… that maybe it’s time for you to come out of the vault.”

You squealed in what could only be described as pure glee. Missy looked almost shocked but hid it away quickly.”You think so?” She questioned back, now trying to soothe your excitement.

“You’ve been doing better… And, like you said, they need you.”

There was an obvious tension that you didn’t pick up on, bouncing lightly in excitement. Your mommy hushed you gently as the Doctor “laid out the rules”. There was no denying even with the two time lords feeling stiff and uncertain there was a lightness in the air. Hope that even Missy was having a hard time denying.

Things changed quickly after that. Your mommy still wasn’t allowed off the TARDIS and a messed up part of you enjoyed that a little too much. You had almost all of her attention, even when she was fixing up the Doctor's TARDIS she was just in arms reach. The Doctor kept trying to get you to encourage good behavior, but you weren’t quite sure why he wanted you to try when he didn’t even think you had any.

For the first time since Missy and you joined the Doctor, you were happy. Sadly good things can’t last forever.

A Glimpse Into The Past

You didn’t like the man who joined you and Missy. Missy didn’t like him either. He kept staring at you, and laughing at the increasingly failing plan. You were only out of the Doctor's TARDIS because of how terribly sideways things went. Missy didn’t want you to leave the time machine, but she also wanted to keep you close during the concerning chaos. Every moment that passed proved more reason for you both to stay close.

The man laughed one more time and you watched your mommy’s resolve begin to truly crumble. You hugged Missy tightly from the back when the man pointed a gun at her. You were worried for her, but not because of his gun. No, if she hurt him the Doctor would lock her away again, and that scared you. You don’t listen to their conversation until you hear a very, very… very familiar voice.

You peeked over your mommy’s shoulder in disbelief. A faint, “papa,” whispered from you in questioning. You saw him there, grinning and smug, looking at Missy until he turned his eyes on you. 

His grin melted away until a soft smile. “Hello, brat.”

A giggle bubbled into your throat, and you ran to tackle the man in a hug; completely missing Missy’s discomfort. The Master caught you easily in his arms giving a little twirl to spin you in his hold.

“Little star,” Missy called to you, stern and motherly. “Come back over here.”

The Master borderline glared at his future self. 

You whined and pouted. “But mommy! Papa’s here.”

“That’s right, papa is here.” Your papa bounced you.

When you saw the strict look in her eyes you attempted to push off of your papa with guilt, but he held you tightly. 

“Gotta let go,” You told him. “Mommy doesn like broke rules.”

The Master laughed, walked over, and handed you over to Missy. “Sounds like I become a real stick in the mud.”

“Imagine that, you actually focus on your child and become a good parent.” Missy insulted her past self for the neglect she felt she put you through.

“I gave them plenty of attention.” Your papa argued

Missy smoothed your top and calmly kissed your head, but paused at his words. “Then, where are they now?” She asked, lips still by your head.

“Napping.”

You rubbed your eyes with a nod. You had been really tired this whole mission. The Doctor shouting while running off the TARDIS had woken you up from your nap. To you him mentioning a nap sounded like a very good invitation to lay your head on your mommy’s shoulder sleepily.

“Seems they could use one now too.” The Master smiled softly while he observed your reaction.

The events happened so sporadically. The Master and Missy decided to team up, the cybermen attacked everyone, Bill was dead because of your papa, and you were all running for your lives.

For two weeks you had two parents. Missy and the Master clashed in a subtle passive aggressive way. Missy hovered a bit more like she hadn’t fully trusted her past self to actually look after you. You wondered aloud a few times where your past self was, but your papa always had an excuse or distraction. The two gave you their full attention as they didn’t care about the survival of the others. Nap times and nights were filled with so much more warmth. Games had been just a bit more fun with the both of them around. It could be confusing sometimes because the Master often encouraged safe chaos while Missy scolded any remotely unsafe action. Ever once in a while you’d hear them argue truly; the Master would insult Missy and Missy would verbally maim him. There were quite a few times where both would cuddle closely to you and apologize in their own odd way for putting you in such an unsafe situation.

Slowly things amped up. On one of the days Missy and the Master decided you needed an early nap. They coddled you so much you couldn’t help but be happy. Yet, you noticed the anxiety in their eyes. You woke up once in your nap, cradled in your mommy’s arm as she walked with the blue sky above. The second she looked down to see your weary eyes she cooed and rocked you softly.

Your papa petted your hair and whispered to you. “Go to sleep… Sunshine.”

And, with that name, for a short period of time, you were gone to the world.

Re-re-re-re Introductions & Adjustment Period

You woke up disoriented. Every nerve in your body was alight with an alarming edge. Panic settled as you wondered where your mommy was. 

You saw a man laying on the floor in the forest. Normally you’d run the other way, but you recognized him. You didn’t know the face, you didn’t know anything about him, but you knew him, you knew the umbrella laying next to him, and you knew the ruined dress that tore at its seams under the change of its wearer's body. You had sat down next to him.

“Papa?” You shook his arm lightly. You can’t drag him far enough away, and the Doctor already left, you needed him to wake up.

When he didn’t wake up you ran back to the old run down building. You searched quickly for something warm. Something for you and something for him. You only found an ugly dirty rug-like blanket. You were more concerned for him than yourself, so when you exhaustedly made your way back, you covered the sleeping time lord with the fabric and curled up by a tree waiting for him to wake.

It took a lot less time than it did for your mommy to wake up. You weren’t sure how long exactly it had been but the sun rose and set before you heard him groan.

You quickly rushed to his side. “Papa?”

His closed eyes flew open in an instant. “Love?” His eyes dart till they find you.

Your eyes were red from lack of sleep, your skin was pink from the growing cold, you looked terrible, but you smiled at him. The time lord could barely register anything other than his child looking ghastly yet still beaming with light at him. Disoriented, he reaches out for you. He realized quickly the weight on his chest came from some ugly piece of fabric draped over him. He was confused on why you were freezing, yet he was covered.

He sat up quickly and pulled you into his chest. He could feel the slight tremor in your body. You watched over him as he regenerated, again. It pissed him off. The drums were back, and they were loud. The beating in his head telling him what he was feeling. He stumbled forward and pulled you up with him. He realized he was still in his previous regenerations dress. He didn’t mind, but it was torn and far too small on him. 

“Papa ‘r you ‘kay?”

His smile was demented. “Fantastic.” He tiredly throws you into his arms and starts in a random direction. “Let Mummy get you somewhere warmer… And, let’s get us both cleaned up.”

He understands he isn’t a woman anymore, but he was working on autopilot and he didn’t mind being called by either name at this point. His poor baby sat cold and alone waiting in the middle of a forest for him to wake up. He was going to burn this damn ship down so they could feel its warmth.

You always adapted well to his regenerations. After the first time you came to easily understand that each version was still your papa, even if they were then a mommy instead. You caught on to his habits this time as easily as you did all the others. He still loved purple, but it was a brighter, less blue shade. He was even more cuddly than Missy, always wanting to hold on to you. He heard the drums again. He likes to read you the Wizard of Oz more than the other books he’s collected for you. He likes to do tea parties still, but he’ll actually wear the pink bowa you love to ask them to put on unlike your mommy. He’s also faster to play pirates, or robots, or mermaids, or fairies, or really any play pretend with you. He went out more than he ever did, but he came back just as fast, even if he was covered in dirt or blood.

There were so many things that happened, but the most significant came when the Master bursted into the TARDIS with his hands and suit covered in ash, eyes pouring out tears, a manic smile torn across his face. He had been gone for the longest this regeneration had ever been. He looked more broken than you’ve ever seen any of his faces. Things were thrown and destroyed. He screeched to the stars and cursed in his native tongue. 

You watched from the hall until he came down from his high.The second he took a heaving sigh to calm himself, he turned and looked you dead in the eye. He called you over with a simple hand gesture. You remained as calm as you could after witnessing his meltdown. The first thing you did once in his reach was open your arms for a hug. His cynical eyes melted at the action. The hug he pulled you into was tight and stiff.

Even with your simple action, the Master couldn’t just let up on his emotions. His anger for his people, his fear of your betrayal, the damn beating of the drums. He had to know.

“You would never lie to me would you?” He asked into your hair with a shaky unstable tone. He lets out a shaky breath when you deny wanting to. He sways a bit. “You love me, yes? You love your papa?”

You nodded.

“No,” He shook his head. “No, no, I need you to say it.” He pulled away with pleading eyes.

You dived back into his arms before he could pull you off completely, burying your head into the smokey smelling vest. “Of course I love you, papa.”

The Master stayed stiff as he rewrapped his arms around you. “Of course you do…” He said with a broken sound of relief.

Once again, he was different, but he was still your papa, and he loved you as much as you did him.

Agent O And The SpyMaster

You didn’t understand the plan, and according to your papa, you didn’t need to. It annoyed you a bit how he began to repeat an old pattern. The long work hours that drained him and left you alone. A part of you secretly and regrettably hoped the world would end just so you could have more time together. It felt like history was repeating itself.

So many years passed like that. You became almost bitter towards your papa at moments. He seemed bitter towards you sometimes as well. At one point you had told him to take you back to the pent house. You claimed that if he didn’t want you around you’d rather just be left alone completely then only getting glimpses of joy. You had enough, you couldn’t handle being alone not when he was right there but not at the same time.

You hadn’t expected the response he gave. He walked away.

You thought maybe he was finally over you, that maybe this regeneration he truly lost all love for you. You panicked thinking he’d leave you alone for good this time. You sobbed, you ran from inside the small apartment he kept for his disguise as O and into the closet that was actually the TARDIS. You ran into your nursery that you’d not seen in far too long and you hid in the back of the closet there. You believed that he couldn’t get rid of you if he couldn’t find you.

You must’ve spent hours in that small space hiding, crying in panic. Eventually, you crawled out, and made your way to the crib-like bed. You curled around your plushie and buried yourself in your blankies. You didn’t feel safe in there anymore; the person who gave you all the comfort was missing completely from the scene.

You sobbed yourself to sleep that night. Snot faced and bleary eyed you fell asleep despite the buzzing panic under your skin. 

The Master was losing his mind. He hated humans, but he discovered one thing he hated almost more, pretending to be human. Every day drained him more and more, and then he’d come home and you’d be acting like a brat. He was struggling. He couldn’t handle the monotony and then your tantrums.

He was reaching a breaking point when you finally screamed at him first.

The Master would never admit, he buffered for a moment before making a split moment decision. In hindsight he should have explained it to you, but he was too invested in fixing the problem and left without a single other thought.

That’s what he viewed your breakdowns as, problems he was responsible for fixing and in a very skewed way this time it actually was. For the first time in a while the Master knew how to fix that problem. He wouldn’t let you suffer anymore, not like this, not if he could stop it. So, the Master rushed back to MI6. He did everything he could in those short hours to make it possible for the two of you to leave.

There was one thing he didn’t calculate; he didn’t expect you to be missing when he got back. The time lord pulled apart the entire apartment without care. He verbally assaulted neighbors for if they saw you leave. Then he ransacked his own TARDIS.

Finally at one point he made his way to your long abandoned nursery. You had been mostly regressed nowadays. You stayed in a childish mindset, but you hadn’t regressed smaller in so long. It was the last place he could look.

The Master almost collapsed to the ground at the sight of you. Relief flooded him, but so did guilt. You looked pitiful all messily wrapped up in the blankets and stuffed animals. Tears stained your cheeks and they felt like a personal attack on him.

“Poor thing…” The Master crouched by the bed to pet your head. “You scared me… but I suppose, I scared you too.”

He observed your sleeping face for a moment longer. Your eyebrows were furrowed and there was a pout on your lips even as you slept. It upset him that he upset you so much. Standing he started adjusting the blankets around you more properly. There were so many things the Master debated that night as he watched you sleep from the rocking chair.

When you stirred before waking the Master joined you but sat at the foot to keep an analytical eye. 

Your eyes opened and you very quickly started to cry. You hadn’t seen him sitting there, and that became obvious to the Master as you started sobbing out for him.

“Shh, shhhh.” He soothed while scooping you up in his arms. “I’m here little darling.”

You clung to him in such a desperate way that he almost didn’t remember. He looked in your mind and could’ve cried at seeing you sink into such a small mindset after so long. The way you sobbed was like a corrupted song.

For the first time, at least for this regeneration, he got to baby you to the full extent. It took over an hour for him to completely calm your cries. The second he got you more willing the Master changed you to more appropriate clothes and sat in the rocking chair to cuddle you. He rocked smoothly while you silently babbled to yourself. He even fed you a bottle. 

Once you were in a slightly bigger mindset the Master had you share more of your feelings and assured you he’d make it better. It was a good thing he had that conversation so quickly because you sank right back down near the end of it.

Without any hesitation the Master moved the two of you to the Australian Outback. Out in the middle of nowhere neither of you had to worry about anything other than whatever either of you wanted more in a given moment. He could still be still and ready when the Doctor comes back, and he could be there for you. It was a perfect setup. Life was perfect.

The day the Master received that voice message was filled with anxiety on both ends. You both knew the peaceful fun would be coming to an end for now. Within the hour of the Doctors contact the Master tucks you away into the safety of your playroom. That night he explained, in a simplistic much less elaborate way, what he needed to do next.

And you were left to wait just a little while.

Adventuring Time

“I know you don’t understand.” He tells you, rocking slowly. “It’s been so much longer for me than it’s been for you.” He laughed angrily. “77 years.” He seethed.

“I’m sorry papa.”

He smiles. “Don’t be… I’ll get her back.”

He was only gone for 14 days this time. Of course you waited patiently where he left you, dreaded every turn for the potential years you could end up alone again. When he showed up looking disheveled and angry you still hopped straight into his arms. You hadn’t expected your papa to crumble to the floor and sob into your hair. You had no idea if it was rage or anguish that caused that reaction, but you held on tighter.

You spent that night being doted on by him. Not that you aren’t usually, but this night bordered on obsessive. Every movement, every word, and every touch was desperate and clingy. He would never tell you about what he went through. Truly this behavior continued for months but it was toned down after the first week.

In no time he was back to flying the two of you across the universe.

You greeted him with a hug every time he came back home. He never left for long, and he always greeted you just as excitedly now. It was fun. Once a week or more you were taken out for your own little adventure. You played so much, and you slept so peacefully. It was as balanced as it possibly could be, you were happy again. You and papa against the world.

“Oh where, oh where, is my little love at?” Your papa called, walking through the room with his hands behind his back. “Could they be… here?” He lifted a cushion to the couch, and you had to hold back a giggle. “Or maaybe… here!” He wildly flung open a cabinet, and you covered your mouth with both hands barely covering your squeal.

For a moment he left your sight and you thought he left. 

“Oh no,” You heard him say. “It’s far too obvious…” You heard his footsteps. “They’re… right… Here!”

You squealed in pure delight as he lifted you in the air.

Goodbye... Again.

The Master wasn't an idiot. He knew what he was doing and he knew he couldn't involve you in it, especially not when there was a voice in the back of his head predicting another demise. Not with you around. Not this time. You wouldn't see him die again, and you weren't going to see him fail either. He made his decision even if it hurt.

Rassilon, he didn't want to... Seeing you cry and cling to him. Pleads and begs to just stay this time. If he was a better man he would have stopped, but he wasn't. He was selfish and he needed to do this, and he needed to know that when it was over, when he inevitably came back again that you would be there with a bubbly smile and sobbing tears into his chest.

It's not what you wanted. It's not what you needed. Both you and the Master were aware that this wasn't going to end well. You both knew this moment would be more defining than you both hoped. You didn't know if you could do it again; grieve and deal with the loss. You listened though, you listened and you waited just like you always did, with tears in your eyes.

Your heart aches with every passing day and hour. It’s already been two years. Immortality is beginning to feel like a curse rather than a blessing. Nights are spent screaming in an indescribable agony, there is nothing left for you outside. Days are spent rotting in a non-physical way, wracking your mind for a way out. It feels like torture.

And maybe you will or maybe you won't stay, but in this moment you'll sit in that oh so familiar penthouse waiting for him to come back again. You'll wonder and wonder. You'll cry and pray to whatever may still be willing to listen to you. You'll wait for the only person you've truly ever known. You'll wait for the only family you truly have. You'll wait because deep down inside you know the Master has taken any other option away. 

Everything must come to an end, but you'll wait because you're afraid, you'll wait because you love them, because you need them.

[littlelambscandyland]

Screaming(100 Word/Drabble Challenge)

“Daddy!” You wail. “Daddy!”

“Please, calm down.” The Doctor pleads with a desperate voice.

The time lord bounces you lightly in his arms attempting to soothe your cries. Your regression was something you’ve struggled with ever since your caregiver died. Since the night he lit the Master’s body you’ve sobbed into the night for his return. You grieved naturally when big, but the second you dropped it was unexplainable to you.

“Wan daddy!”

“I know,” The Doctor sighs sadly. “I want him here for you too.”

You hiccup, choking on your tears. He does all he can to comfort you.

[littlelambscandyland]

I'm posting both of these soon, but I can't figure out which one I want to finish first so,

Snow Day In Summer- Missy's little girl doesn't like the heat, so she decides a snowy vacation is an order. (fem!reader)

Tag You're It- This is an ask. Anon wants a prequel to Hide 'n Seek

[littlelambscandyland]

Bow Ties

Yan!Cg!Eleventh Doctor x Little!Reader

Summary- A little fashionista looks back on the day they were "adopted" by an eccentric alien called the Doctor. If it only weren't for those damn teddy bears and bow ties. (1,946 Words)

Notes- This was supposed to be written for an ask, but the story grew legs and kicked out the correct plot. So, this is its own story now and you can have the other one later lol.

Warnings- Kidnapping, Forced Age Regression or Caregiving, Implied Hypnosis

It isn't that you aren't cozy. No, the blankets are the softest you've ever felt in your life and the teddy bear fits in your arms perfectly. It isn't that you aren't cozy. It’s your brain. Laying up at the ceiling or curled in a ball, it riddled your body with unending stress. Your anxiety seeps into your bones and reminds you how you aren't supposed to be here. Reminding you that you have an entire life that you gave up on getting back to. Reminding you that even if you did decide you wanted to go back again he would never allow it. Earth was light years away, and you know you'll never see it again. At least, not for a very very long time.

How did you get here? The question keeps repeating, twisting, and turning over in your head. A stupid question, really, you know exactly how you got here...

You remember perfectly, but that doesn't mean you understand.

The air was far too cold for what was supposed to be a summer's day. You blamed it completely on the rain that was chilling your skin with every drop that fell. Still, you refused to add a coat to your outfit. You had perfected your chosen aesthetic for the day and you refused to ruin it with some bulky piece of cloth. Your umbrella kept you dry enough; plus it didn't hurt the integrity of your clothing.

The sky was a deep grayish blue that made it look like it was more night than day. The wind blew softly, and the rain wasn't too heavy. It was beautiful in a Tim Burton film kind of way. You were glad that you got to cross the park on your way, because the trees swaying were certainly a nice touch to the atmosphere.

You strolled through town slowly that day. You only had one thing on your 'to do' list. The chill in your bones be damned. You'll admit you went through your walk in a bit of a daze. For once you weren't in a rush; you could take your time and take in all the peaceful sites that normally felt so monotonous.

You were at peace for a short period of time.

The store was chiller than the air outside. A kindly placed basket sat by the door, a place to leave your dripping umbrella. Voices blared throughout the normally quiet shop. The owner stood at the counter with an odd man who talked about so many different things you didn't understand so quickly. The poor clerk stood a few feet away at the register.

You remember his name; it was Henry. You weren't necessarily friends, but you were friendly with each other. You were probably the closest a cashier can get with a regular. You wouldn't have minded being his friend though. If you remember correctly he always called you "Kit". It made sense to you; the first time you entered the store you bought a sewing kit and refused to tell him your actual name.

You made the executive decision to try and save him from, what his face said, an incredibly draining third wheeling. Maybe that's one of the many things that damned you. Maybe if you walked away he would have never noticed you.

"Hey Henry!" You had greeted cheerily, drawing the attention of the 20 something year old.

"Hey kit, whatcha doin in today?" He asked quickly, very blatantly abandoning the others' conversation.

"I'm on a mission." You laughed a bit. "I know you guys have it, but I don't have the attention span to go searching so... Mind helping me find the silk tie fabrics?"

"Oh God!" Henry groaned with faux exhaustion. "What are you planning on making this time?" He asked you while rounding the counter.

"You're going to make fun of me..." You weren't actually worried about it, but you were a tad bit embarrassed.

"Dude, I've seen the crazy shit you make."

"Hey!" You shouted, cutting him off with fake anger. Your smile made your tone useless. "It isn't crazy!" You pouted. "I just need to make some ties for a collection of teddy bears..."

"You need to make ties for a group of teddy bears?" He questioned with humor.

"In my defense." You claimed, holding a finger up. "They are for a wedding."

He laughs in confusion. "What?"

"I don't know man. It's what the couple wants, and it's my job to provide."

"Side hustles." He responded dramatically.

The two of you actually talked for a few minutes as you recalled the color swatches the couple sent you and you tested the fabrics softness. The two of you had still been laughing when you got back up to the counter.

"One last question." He said as he started to ring up the fabric. "Why not just buy ties for the bears?"

Maybe that's another thing that damned you because you recall his head shooting in your direction at Henry’s question.

"Color schemes, dude."

He nodded back with fake solidarity.

"That and there's this new method for making bow ties I wanna try out." You said, swiping your card while making a mental note of the price to add to the couples total.

"Oh, come on! Bow ties? Really, kit, so uncool."

It was your turn to act scandalized by the man in front of you. "Are you kidding, bow ties are so cool! And, arguably the best type of bow and tie." You giggled a bit.

"Ehh, agree to disagree, yeah?" Henry said, once again faking exhaustion.

"Deal." You smiled and grabbed the bag. "See ya next time, dude!"

"See you then!" He responded back quickly. "Careful on your walk, supposed to be a thunderstorm soon."

You nodded back still smiling. "I make no promises. You know how much I love trouble."

The difference in temperature felt nice to you. It hadn't been much warmer outside, but it wasn't anything like the stores blasting A/C. You took Henry's words a bit more seriously when you saw the sky light up above you. You tried your best to keep calm. Even if it got too bad to walk in you knew where you could go to take shelter. There were plenty of shops still open.

Unsurprisingly, you did end up ducking into a cafe not far from the shop. The warmth helped relax you instantly. You remember taking this as a good sign to sit down for a cup of tea. Something to warm you and calm you a bit more.

Maybe that was another reason this happened. The storm wasn't that bad, you could've made your way back if it weren't for your anxiety. Maybe you could have gone to a different place, but you have no idea if that would've helped you out.

You sat in your cozy booth and made your best attempt to stay positive about not being able to go out and do more. At one point before you were brought your tea, you pulled some of the fabric out of the bag and began fiddling with it. You had no scissors, so you couldn't actually make anything with it. You could, however, sketch out your plans with the pen in your bag. The ties weren't full size so you could easily fold the fabric to take up as little of the table as you wanted.

You must've spent an hour sketching the patterns onto the cloth. You had refilled your tea twice and the storm still had yet to calm down.You were getting tired. The calmness of the cafe warmed you, and the sound of the storm began feeling more like a lullaby. You had been putting the silk back into its bag when the man sat in front of you. You recognized him immediately with his unique styling for this part of town.

You had frozen completely, confused by his sudden appearance. You questioned if he followed you but he hadn't been in the cafe for the past hour and given the wetness of his suit you could assume he was just out in the storm.

"Hello?" You greeted with a frown.

"Hello!" He greeted happily back.

"Is there something you neeeed?"

He looked confused for a second before he popped up again. "Oh, yes, yes... I uh... I umm... Well I-" He took a heavy breath. "I heard you talking about making ties earlier in that quaint little shop, and when I came into this, uhhh-"

"Cafe." You supplied.

"Yes, this, this cafe... Well I figured now would be a great opportunity to come ask about your work." He tried to recover cheerfully.

He smiled at you tensely. You didn't believe his explanation for a single second. He seemed like he was trying to hide a dead body or something. If it hadn't been for the very loud booming of thunder outside you probably would have ran right out of there. Sadly, it was far too crazy outside for you to even debate that option, so instead you just stared back at the man in confusion. He shifted a bit under your gaze. He didn’t make a single move as you blinked at him in disbelief.

"Sooo, you want to know about the ties I make?" You asked him hesitantly. You hoped that if you played along he might just go away sooner.

Another one of your many mistakes that day.

You did try to explain it to him. You even pulled out another sample from your bag just to do it. The biggest problem you found was he didn’t listen to a word you said. He watches you with a big goofy smile, and interrupts with questions you already answered. It was like he cared, but also didn’t somehow at the same time. You wanted to hit him a few times. Why had you even tried?

Eventually you gave up, pretending to be surprised at the time, and starting to pack things away with a fake guilty smile. “I’m so sorry, but I’ve really got to go.”

The Doctor, as he introduced himself, scrambles to stand up with you. “Yes, yes, I understand.” He adjusts his tie. “Maybe, I could walk you back home?”

You cringe. “Listen, dude, if you’re trying to hit on me, I’m really not interested. I-”

The man startles, cutting you off. “Goodness no! You’re far too young for me! Far too young for anyone for that matter, no, no, no. I just think it’s best if you don’t walk alone in the rain.” He nods. “Yes, you shouldn’t walk in the rain, that’s a good reason.”

“It’s just drizzle now.” You say, looking out the window. “I’ll be fine.”

You remember the hardening in his face. The way he tried to hide this demented look in his eyes. You should’ve ran, that very second, you should’ve ran. It was the last mistake you were given a chance to make that day.

You don’t remember much after that moment. Bits and pieces can be recrafted. A brief conversation with a frightful looking waitress, the cool of the raindrops, a box shaped blue blob in your bleary eyes, and a very large console room. All of it switches in your mind like channels changing quickly.

You jump out of your memory trip as the door opens, flooding barely any light in but causing you to squint none the less. A very familiar figure stands in the door looking both happy and disappointed.

“Ah, I knew you were awake!” The Doctor claims. “The TARDIS wouldn’t stop talking about it. You know you’re supposed to be asleep right now, right little bear?”

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Trip To The Mall

Cg!Dhawan!Master x Little!Reader

Summary- The Master takes you with him to an intergalactic mall. During your trip you pass an odd store. Despite calling it a daycare the Master lets the odd alien workers analyze you in a chair. Apparently they have great insight, and the Master leaves happily with a bag and knowledge he won't tell you. On another note, you think you might be allergic to the fruit he gave you when you get back home. (2,390 Words)

Warnings- Social Anxiety, Drugging(?), First Time Regressing

You don't know why you're here. The unending alien mall would remind you a lot of Earth if it wasn't for most of the people not looking anything remotely human. The Master said he needed to go shopping. He wouldn't clarify what or how long it would take. A part of you thinks he just wanted to go out without the extra baggage but didn't want to admit it.

"Master, do you even know what you're looking for?"

"It's a mall, I don't need to know." The Master claims, walking leisurely, a few bags hanging from one arm.

You pass store after store, each one looking completely different and mystical. As enchanted as you are by the extraterrestrials you're still cautious. Every entry and exit of a store you do your best to stick to the Master's side like glue. You're practically latched onto the back of his suit jacket as he shops around.

There isn't a single sign you understand. There isn't a single gesture you know. Not a single word spoken is one you can decipher. You don't trust anything in front of you... or behind you... or beside you... The only thing you can rely on is the Master, and maybe he did that on purpose, but he's the only thing you trust in this moment.

Eventually the two of you cross a very colorful looking... store? The bright colors catch your eye, but even more the adults(?) bouncing through the doors like children do. A feeling deep down bubbles into jealousy, but you shake it off.

The Master catches onto your curious gaze. "It's a daycare." He tells you.

"But, I don't see any kids?" You question.

"They're children... In their heads."

You search your memories for the word that matches the description. "Age regression?"

The Master looks at you with surprise. "You know what that is?"

"I'm a human of infinite randomized knowledge." You pridefully joke.

"It would seem so." He agrees with a playful smile. "Is there a reason it's caught your eye?" He begins to joke.

As the two of you continue to talk and make your way closer to the daycare, the alien by the door seems to take interest in you. The moment the two of you are within reach they jump in front of you with a wide looking smile.

The alien crowds your space, speaking a language, you once again, don't know. They speak quickly and softly like they're trying to parent you. You back away as much as you can, practically pushing yourself behind the Master like he's a shield.

The Master raises an interested eyebrow. "You think so?" He asks the alien before talking to them in their native tongue.

"Master?" You call out for an answer.

He finishes his short conversation, before clarifying. "They're species are heavily telepathic." He grins.

You frown. "Okay? Tell them to stay out of my head."

"You don't mind me in your head." He argues.

"You're not a stranger." You state. "I trust you, and you don't invade my privacy."

"They have some very interesting, very specific practices, believe me they aren't invading your precious privacy. Though, she does have an interesting theory."

You scoff. "Whatever it is, I don't want to know. Especially not from someone who can't even communicate with me properly or spends their days taking care of children."

"Regressors." The Master corrects. "Besides, she may be right about you. I certainly think she is." He grins knowingly.

The alien woman tries to usher you towards a seat, and if it wasn't for the Master also pushing you in its direction you wouldn't have moved an inch.

"It's a simple test, then we can go. It'll only take a minute. Trust me." He says while slightly shoving you.

Flinching away from the hoard of workers, you cling to the Masters arm. This action only seems to excite the group as they start cooing at you.

You try to hide behind him. "I don't like this."

"You're fine." The Master claims. "Go sit down."

"Master." You begin to plead. "Why do you trust them?"

"They're caregivers by nature. It quite literally goes against their biology to hurt someone." He explains.

"But-"

"Just sit down." The Master commands.

You don't listen, causing the Master to pick you up like a wet cat. He lifts you easily even with your squirming and plops you in a chair.

The seat is like a taller version of a barber's chair. You sit tense, sinking as far into the chair as you can while the workers coo at you.

Glaring at the workers, you look to the Master. "I don't like this."

"Don't be a brat." He interrupts himself to talk to another one of them for a moment. "It's all in good fun."

"Maybe for you... I don't even think it's safe. You never trust people." You say, flinching away from a petting hand.

"You're fine." He declares.

The workers dance around you. Every kind or gentle touch is promptly dodged or hit away. You smack away another worker's hands, and the Master rolls his eyes at you. The alien sighs, steps away from you, and you think they're asking a question. The Master waves the worker off with a single sentence. It seems like he agreed to whatever the alien had asked to do before turning his attention slightly to the objects on the wall.

You stiffen after the annoyed worker turns back to you and scans you with some weird device they grabbed from a stand. You lean away, looking to the Master to ensure you're safe. The Master doesn't look at you, much too busy looking at the multitude of "gear" on the shelves.

Once the alien finishes, the Master walks back over to read the results.

Though you can't read it, to the Master the screen reads,

"Would benefit 98.667582% from regression. Infantile ages suggested.

Regressed Personality Type- clingy, shy, excitable, anxious, playful

Recommended to Avoid for This Regressor- public regression, yelling or altercations (with others or regressor), dark rooms, long periods of time alone

Responds Best To- positive reinforcement, explanations to rules, puppets (item unknown)

Recommended Caregiver Based on Regressor's Memory- The Master

Recommended Role for Caregiver- Parental

Regressor is too anxious to regress for the first time willingly. Lazaura fruit is recommended to induce regression."

The Master smiles in what you find an eerily wide grin. You still dodge any touch the workers attempt as he talks away in the chattering language. The workers nod excitedly and one goes into the back with a skipping step.

You stare at the Master confused.

"It'll be over soon." He barely reassures you, typing something on another tablet. It looks like he's adding things to an online shopping cart.

"What even is this?" You gesture wildly.

"I told you, it's just a test."

"Well, what was the answer then?" You press.

"The only answer you need," He points. "Is that I was right."

"About what?" You push again.

"Don't worry about it." The Master says, passing off the tablet to an eager worker.

You huff and cross your arms.

He smirks before offering you his hand. You huff again, but take his hand, hopping off the risen chair. The workers still try to coo at you, but you pin yourself to the Master's side.

"You know, they've been calling you 'angry baby' this entire time." He grins.

You stomp your foot and push him. "I'm not a child!"

He laughs. "Your actions say otherwise." He teases.

"Shut up!" You pull away from him angrily only to jolt back to his side when one of the aliens tries to comfort you.

You take deep breaths trying to calm your nerves. You're a bit surprised the Master is letting you cling to him so much. All day you've been hovering in his space, but now you actually latch yourself to his arm to avoid the others in the room.

The Master talks proudly to the crowd of workers as they rush around. You continue to glare and flinch back whenever one of them gets too close. When the worker who rushed into the other room comes back the Master smiles wider. He takes a very large bag from them, sharing even more words.

You shuffle out with him. The Master grinning like the maniac he is has an extra bounce in his step, and to your surprise you actually leave the mall.

"What about the stuff you wanted to get?"

"What stuff?" He pauses for only a moment. "Oh, yes, that. I'll deal with it later." He claims flippantly.

You frown, but push on. You visibly deflate as soon as the TARDIS doors close. You slink over to the couch, collapsing on it like a dramatic cartoon. You hear the Master laugh at your actions.

"Don't fall asleep on the couch. It isn't an adequate sleeping place." The Master calls out, setting his bags down.

Your retort is cut off by the throw pillow you've shoved your face into.

The Master chuckles. You can hear him walk over to you. "Here," He says, and you look up. "Eat this."

You look at the odd looking plant in his hand. It looks like a mixture of a star fruit and a dragon fruit. "Why? What is it?"

"It's a fruit. I want you to try it."

You take it hesitantly. "When did you even buy this?"

He laughs. "You were very distracted trying to avoid any interaction while we were out."

"Fair enough." You sniff the fruit and it smells like kiwi. "What is it called?"

"Lazaura fruit. It used to be naturally grown, but now it can only be made in the top floor garden in Sector Eight of the Grandor Region."

"Your information vomit does little to help me." You deadpans. "I know none of what you're saying... Why do you want me to try it? This isn't some weird experiment is it?"

"Of course it's an experiment. But, don't worry, the worst it'll do is make you go to sleep for a few hours." The Master claims.

You go to question and berate, but he gives you that pointed look that reminds you just who you're trying to challenge. Before you take a bite you do ask one last question. "It's not going to be bitter is it? Because if it isn't sweet I would like to be prepared."

"It's sweet." He rolls his eyes. "Just take a bite."

You stare at it for one more moment, the fruit fitting wholly in your palm. Taking a bite, the peel melts on your tongue. The taste confuses you but reminds you mostly of a sugary honeydew with the texture of a cantaloupe. Juice spills down your chin and fingers making you cringe. If it wasn't so messy you wouldn't mind eating it again.

"It's good. Can I have a napkin?" You say, wiping your chin.

The Master shakes his head, trying to hide his fond smile. "Here." He goes to hand you his pocket square but stops abruptly and elects to clean your face and hands himself.

You blink a few times not quite understanding his decision. Still, you let him move your face side to side to dry up the juice and methodically clean up your hands.

A fuzziness grows in your brain like static. You sway a bit in your seat. Stuttering you try to say the Master's name, but you can't get a word out. You almost growl in frustration. "Mas- mas- mas-" You repeat cutting yourself off repeatedly when you fail to finish the word.

You must be allergic to this fruit, or maybe this is a part of his experiment? You feel scared. Things are starting to feel too big.

The Master puts a hand on your cheek. "Breathe love. Can you tell me what's wrong?"

You shake your head, sobbing. "Nohooo!"

"Oh my poor baby!" He dramatically scoops you up.

You want to tell him to wait, to back off. You want to tell him you feel like you can't breathe, that your brain has turned against you and isn't working right. Everything feels more complex than you know it is. Your emotions feel like a pile of rocks you can't carry anymore.

Why is it all so much all of a sudden? Why don't you feel in control anymore?

"Hush, little star." He soothes. "Shhh, I've got you."

The Master stands with you in his arms, you hold onto him with a vice grip. He paces, bouncing you lightly. You don't know why but the simple action calms you. Your quick breathing evens out. You sluggishly rest your head more purposefully on his shoulder.

"That's it dear, you're alright."

You're still confused, but you can't form the words to voice it. You can't even find all the words to think it. But, there is something peaceful about the current moment. A simple moment filled with simple thoughts. It felt... right. You liked being doted on, at least when it was someone you could trust, when it was the Master.

You sleepily slip your eyes closed, but don't fall asleep. The Master dances around slowly. He goes through his bags, putting things away all while holding you on one hip. At one point he slips something rubber in your mouth, and it takes a moment to realize it's a pacifier. You want to get mad and insulted by the action, but your fuzzy brain just lets you suckle on it softly. Another action you find oddly calming.

"I must admit," The Master starts, startling you even with his quiet tone. "I didn't expect this. I'm shocked." He breathes out with a smile. "Your reaction and mine, who would have thought? It is quite nice, isn't it?" He bounces you a little.

The Master watches your wide fatigued eyes try to comprehend everything he's said. He watches as your eyes flutter to stay open. He smiles some more, but it's soft around the edges, a genuine purity behind it.

"Sleepy thing. Maybe we should get you to bed." In only a few seconds you lose your battle against sleep. The Master puffs a silent laugh. "How are you so cute?" He frowns at his own words, shaking his head. "What have you done to me?"

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Not The Stone Age

Cg!Tenth Doctor x Little!Reader, Cg!Simm!Master x Little!Reader

Summary- The Master for once is the voice of reason, if only the Doctor could realize that. They aren't going anywhere, no, no they can't. It isn't safe to take a toddler to the dawn of time on Earth. (654 Words)

Notes- Why is this one of the only gifs I can find with ten and the master? I mean I know why, but it isn't fair.

"They're giant lizards! They're not that dangerous." The Doctor exclaims. "We'll keep them safe!"

The Master takes a breath. "Just going to point out. Giant. Lizards. And, you want to take a human toddler there."

"They'll be fine! They love dinosaurs." The Doctor says.

"Or," The Master starts. "They die, and I have to break all the rules of time to get them back. Oh, and never let you even remotely close to them again."

"It's safe."

"No, it isn't." The Master says, anger beginning to overflow.

The Doctor throws his hands up. "They like dinosaurs!"

The Masters hold on his anger finally cracks. "Then take them to a museum! I will not allow you to take my child somewhere they are sure to die! The answer is no!"

"You're child," The Doctor scoffs. "You were trying to kill them 10 months ago!"

The Master does have to question for a moment to think of how he got here, arguing with the Doctor on the safety of taking their little human to the stone age. "The only reason you bring that up is because you know it's too dangerous and you want to outweigh your decisions with my past ones." He says with his voice deathly low.

The Doctor looks down at the control panel and sighs. "I... I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry."

The Master scoffs, rolling his eyes. Turning on his heel, he makes his way out of the console room, down the hall, and to the only place he could be angry without judgement. Your nursery.

He throws open the door, but closes it surprisingly softly. The nightlight gives the faintest rays of light to outline the room. You sleep peacefully on your bed, cuddled with your Brontosaurus plush. One of your hands clutches the pacifier you were put to bed with.

His boots flatten the fluffy carpet in patches as the Master stomps towards the rocking chair in the corner. The chair moves back and forth faster than it should at the force of his movements. Not a noise is made as he keeps a protective eye between you and the door.

In the silence you let out a soft cry, turning over. The Master immediately moves to your side. Scooping you up in his arms quickly, he soothes your cries.

"Daddy?"

"Hello, sweetheart." He responds quietly trying to push the irritation out of his voice. "Why are you up?"

Waking up more you snuggle into his shirt. "Sad."

He frowns more. "You're sad? What for?"

"Mean brain." You shake your head, burying it deeper into his chest.

"Hmm, I see." The Master kisses your head.

You lazily poke his cheek. "Daddy sad too?"

"No," He claims too quickly. "No."

You huff, not believing him.

The Master rolls his eyes. "Your papa's just an idiot. Which annoys me. Nothing more."

"Bono bite papa for you?" You offer, with a yawn.

"No, Bono does not bite him for me." The Master rolls his eyes again. "Especially since its a fake dinosaur not a real one."

The words you mumble are muffled and jumbled about beyond comprehension. The words are however accentuated with a hit to his arm by your stuffed dinosaur. You're already falling asleep by the end of your sentence. The Master discreetly hugs you tighter as you drift.

It had to be hours until the nursery door opens again. This time it doesn't shut as the Doctor sneaks in. He stifles a fond laugh at the Master cradling you in his arms. The Doctor leans against the wall staring at the two of you. Even now he's surprised at how you wiggled your way under the Master's skin.

The Doctor smirks as the Master opens his eyes. A glare forms in the Master's eyes the second he sees the Doctor there.

The Doctor smiles wider. "You're a big softie for them." He says.

The Master scoffs. "Shut up!"

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The Master's Robot Impression

Minor Cg!Doctor x Little!Reader, Yan!Cg!Dhawan!Master x Little!Reader

Summary- You're in a bad situation. Maybe now isn't a great time to regress, but your brain disagreed. It isn't funny, you know that, but when the Master starts mimicking the Cybermen-masters? you couldn't help but giggle. (1,138 Words)

Warnings- Kidnapping, Memory Manipulation

It isn't funny. It isn't funny. You tell this to yourself on repeat, keeping your hand over your mouth as you watch the Master march around mocking his Cybermen creations. It only lasts a few seconds but you cave in quickly. It's the only noise in the room aside from the stomping soldiers and the Masters mimicking noises.

You cover your mouth with both hands to cover the noise. You can't imagine momma would appreciate your reaction. The Master on the other hand seemed to have heard you crystal clear and started grinning widely. He continues on though, demanding one of the robots to shoot another one. You watch astonished and terrified as it glows and stands back in place as the Master screams in triumph.

"Sweet Dreams..." He says blowing a kiss towards your momma.

You go to run towards her when you see her head lull and her eyes close, but one of the "Cybermasters" grabs you. You scream in terror and pain at the harsh grip the undead robot has on you.

The Master shouts furiously. His screaming scares you. The mechanical being halts, dropping you on the ground.

"Ouch." You sniffle, now sitting on the floor. You have no idea which arm to rub first because both are growing sore quickly. You shake the stress that made you slip to begin with comes back as you remember this isn't just robots and a silly man mimicking them. You try to calm yourself, but your tools aren't as helpful in this mindset.

A pair of dark dress shoes come into your sights as you stare at the floor. You look up to see an angry yet blanked face Master. You go to move backwards a bit but end up jumping forward when you hit the legs of the previous Cybermaster. You watch as his angry eyes stare down and he starts to grin.

He holds both his hands out to help you stand. When you don't reach for you he bends down and snatches you up off the ground. He doesn't just pull you up, he carries you in his arms. The Master wastes zero time waltzing the two of you out. Even when you start calling out to your momma to wake up and come with you, he just keeps going.

You hit, kick, and cry all the way to his TARDIS. The time lord doesn’t say a single thing, at least not to you. He commands the Cybermasters and even talks to himself but he doesn’t speak a word to you. Maybe you were wrong, but none of his words seemed pointed at you.

You curl in on yourself the second he sits you down on a bouncy couch cushion. The Master leaves you there for a few minutes. You sniffle and cry into your arms the entire time you’re alone. Things feel more and more confusing by the second, and you wish you had your momma here to explain or distract you. When a hand lands on your head you jolt in fear.

“Don’t be so dramatic, dear. I did save you from dying like the rest of your friends.”

His words make you gape and choke on the air. 

Against your will, he pulls you into his arms. “I know it’s so scary.” He feigns sympathy.

You try to stay curled up, but he pries your limbs open until you give up. Realizing you can’t stay folded in, you flail and scream. The Master sets something in your lap, and you just barely pause your movement. Glancing at the plushie he placed in your lap, you pick it up and throw it onto the couch angrily.

He sighs, struggling to control his anger. “Don’t be a brat.”

“I wan momma!” You scream, hitting him and trying to squirm away. 

Unsurprisingly his anger gets the best of him. “WELL SHE ISN’T HERE!” He screams then takes a shaking deep breath. “You’ll never be seeing her again, so you better get used to things here.”

Not knowing how to respond, and growing more horrified, you sob loudly. Turning to curl in on yourself again, the Master maneuvers you so that you curl into his chest instead. You shake barely able to keep your thoughts about you. You want to cry for her, for your momma. You want her comfort. You want the soft words and kisses. You want her silly voices and your stuffed friends that help you forget why you’re sad or scared. You want your caregiver. You want your momma. You want the one person who actually knows how to take care of you.

“Clearly, you aren’t going to accept this the easy way.” The Master says antsy. He rests his head on top of yours exasperated. “Don’t worry, I can remedy this.”

An excruciating pain grows in your head. The Master holds you closer as you start to scream. It was like watching a movie, but you’re watching the movie disappear into white. It’s terrifying. Everytime you see your momma's face it fades, and with each one you start to forget what she looks like. You forget the sound of her voice and how she comforts you. You begin to forget every little detail about her, about your friends. It hurts. You’re scared.

Your head feels empty before things start rebuilding themselves. Some memories come back with clarity, a new face in the place of the old ones. Some memories come back blurry and you can’t pinpoint all the details even though it’s there. Some memories didn’t come back at all, instead they’re left completely lost to time. It still hurts. You’re still scared.

The Master begins to rock you in his arms. The action is soft and gentle. Even in your confusion, you find comfort in his hold.

“Papa?”

You can feel his smile against your hairline. “Yes, dear?”

Pouting, you point at your head. “Hurt.”

“Aww, does your head hurt?” He asks sweetly.

You nod your head, then shuffle to hide in his suit jacket. “ ‘n confus-con-confusded?” You sloppily try to explain.

“Confused?” He says for you, and you nod. “What are you confused by?”

“I dunno.”

“I think you're just sleepy, angel.” Your papa kisses your head. “Why don’t we take an early nap, hm?”

“Papa not leave?” You question shyly, holding onto his suit jacket.

He laughs. “No. no, love. I’ll stay with you.”

You nod, then snuggle in. Your papa laughs, saying something about not napping in the console room before standing. You didn’t even make it down the hall before drifting off in his arms.

The Master lays you down on the bed, tucking you in calmly. “The Doctor gets whatever she wants… It’s only fair I get to have you. Don’t worry, I’ll be a much better papa than the Doctor ever could.”

[littlelambscandyland]

Backbone(100 Word/Drabble Challenge)

“Dada!”

“Sweetheart.”

You smile wider. “Dada!”

Harry sighs. “Is there something you need?”

You nod, reaching up for him.

“No.” He says, and you drop your arms sadly.

You unenthusiastically go back to your blocks. You barely focus, busy fighting the urge to throw a block at him for not giving you the attention you want. Unintentionally, you remind Harry of a kicked puppy.

He drops his screwdriver on the table, abandoning the project with irritation at his lack of backbone. “Alright honey,” Harry stands and makes his way to you, placing you in his lap. “What are we building?”

[littlelambscandyland]

Puzzle Pieces (Part One)

Cg!Sanders Sides x Little!Reader, Cg!Character!Thomas x Little!Reader

Summary- You're Thomas' friend, and somehow you get split into your own sides. While trying to get you back into one person the sides discover that you have a very special, very secret side. After you've been put back together, they decide to tackle getting you to open up about your regression. Even more than that they want you to answer a simple question: Can they be your caregivers? (1,478 Words)

Notes- This should only be a two or three part story. One more thing, I used their names for the Sanders sides and the roles for the readers. Example: Anxiety is readers anxiety and Virgil is (obviously)Thomas'. This is written in 3rd pov but part 2 once reader is one again it will be in 2nd pov. I'm also so sorry this is so chaotic, but there is only so many ways I was going to be able to write this, I promise the next part reads easier. Please, please let me know if you want more Sander Sides stuff because I love them and will write more if people want it.

Warnings- Use of Y/n, Reader is mentioned to have an anxiety disorder

Anxiety looks around. Wide eyed and panicked at the scene before them. So many familiar faces sit in front of them. Not surprisingly their panic begins to rise.

Deceit and Logic are the first to shake out of the fog and notice Anxiety building up to an attack. Deceit goes to comfort the other side with simple coping tools. Logic does their best to comprehend the situation and check on the well being of the other sides.

Morality is awake next. Worried smiles and jokes to brighten the mood fall from their lips quickly, but it's all in vain.

Creativity and Intrusive Thoughts come to next. Both of them look around confused by the scene. Intrusive Thoughts starts making dark humor jokes off of Morality's lighthearted ones. Creativity smacks them upside the head.

The last to become aware is Regression. The doe eyed side looks around in panic before clinging to Morality like a lifeline. Morality comforts the little side as best they can, looking over to Logic like all the rest for an explanation of the scene playing out.

Logic shakes their head. "I have... no idea what's happening."

"None of us do." Morality says.

"Why aren't we still one person?" Anxiety whispers, beginning to pace the floor.

"I have an idea." Creativity offers hesitantly. "Thomas has parts to himself right?"

"Yes." Logic agrees.

"Well, maybe we can ask them... how to get back to... us?"

"Yeah, cause Thomas isn't busy at all." Anxiety begins in anger. "It's not like he has his own problems to deal with. It's not like he doesn't, you know, have a life. He can just drop everything to come help us!" They rant pacing around.

"They're our friends." Morality reassures. "Thomas is our friend."

"There is no harm in simply asking." Deceit claims.

Morality nods. "We could give them a call." They clear their throat. "Logic?"

Logic rolls their eyes. "Fine I will call them."

~~~One Phone Call Later~~~~

"I can't believe they told us to come over." Creativity laughs.

"Here's to hoping it's not a scheme to kill us!" Intrusive Thoughts also laughs.

Anxiety stares at Intrusive Thoughts with wide fear ridden eyes. "Dude..."

"New question." Morality starts. "How do we get there?"

"Well, we are still technically one being, so perhaps if a few of us use the car the rest should appear at Thomas' apartment." Logic tries to, well logic out.

"Very well, which ones do what?"

~~~~One Car Ride Later~~~~

The seven sides stand in front of Thomas' apartment. Deceit hold Regressions hand as they hide slightly behind them. Creativity and Intrusive Thoughts push each other in a silent sibling feud. Logic texts Thomas they're there.

Anxiety shakes in their spot. "Seven identical people stand in front of one guys apartment. Not strange at all... Did you even tell Thomas what was wrong?"

"It will be fine. Don't freak, Logic told him we need all of his help, including theirs." Morality comforts, squeezing Anxiety's shoulder.

"Hm." Logic hums. "Thomas says to come inside, he's trying to gather the sides, but Virgil and Janus are in an apparent sass off."

The group murmurs among themselves. Some laugh at the image formed at the thought. Others furrow their brows in concern or confusion. One by one they enter Thomas' home and stiffly wait in the living room for him and his sides to join.

Deceit and Anxiety form a small wall between Regression and the area they know the sides and Thomas will come from. Morality waves awkwardly as the group stares in shock at their friend split into their own sides.

"Whaaat is happening right now?" Thomas asks, attempting to keep upbeat.

"We have no idea." Morality smiles widely in distress.

"Fascinating," Logan analyzes his broken apart friend. "You've separated into your very own sides."

"Well, isn't that nifty." Patton smiles at them.

"No it isn't" Anxiety claims. "We shouldn't be apart." They rush to say.

"Anxiety is right." Logic agrees. "We can't function like this. We need to be put back together."

"Wow." Thomas exhales.

"Honestly, we're scared. This isn't... good for us. Unlike you this is a big problem in our functionality." Morality tries to explain slower and softer.

"Ohh, you don't need to be scared. We'll help you!" Patton coos.

"How are we supposed to help them?" Virgil asks.

"What if we-"

"What ever it is you're about to suggest the answer is no." Janus says, interrupting Remus.

Intrusive Thoughts pouts. "I don't know Jan, I like his ideas."

"His idea problem involves us dying, even if it is accidentally." Creativity adds. "You only like his ideas because you're also dark and creepy."

"And gross."

Creativity rolls their eyes. "Yes and gross."

"So let me get this straight." Thomas starts.

"Well, I don't know about straight, but please say what you must." Logic accidentally cuts him off.

"I meant like in order." Thomas explains. "Anyways, so you're all Y/n's sides. So you're Logic, Morality, the Creative Twins, Anxiety, and Deceit?" He points to each correctly.

"Correct!" Morality happily confirms.

"And, who is that?" Janus points to Regression.

Anxiety stiffens.

Deceit pushes Regression further behind the two of them. "No one."

"Well clearly it's another side of Y/n. What side are they?" Logan asks this time.

Thomas and his sides watch as the group all start showing signs of panic. Anxiety and Deceit shield the innocently staring side from view even more than they already had. Even Logic begins to fold in on themselves as a sign of pressure.

"We already said no one. Now move on." Anxiety states coldly.

"You have much more control than our Virgil does." Patton states in concern.

Logan adjusts his glasses. "It makes sense. Y/n has an anxiety disorder. Their way of processing anxiety and its control over their day to day actions is very different from Thomas'."

"Well, that's not concerning at all!" Roman states with a sarcastic smile.

"It isn't we manage it as best we can, but on this subject it is best to allow this side to remain out little secret."

"Emphasis on the little," Creativity jokes. "Get it, little?" They look around at their fellow sides who stare in distress. "What?"

"Shut up!" Anxiety shouts. "Just shut up."

Regression flinches away. In a sudden move they detach their hand from Deceit's and rushes to latch onto Morality.

"Aw look, you scared them away." Intrusive Thoughts teases Anxiety.

From Morality's side, Regression stares at Thomas and his sides. Roman and Remus note how this side stares at the shiny parts of their outfits. Janus notices how they stare at the snake part of his face, something he remembers Y/n did for a short period of time after meeting the sides. Logan notices how the side keeps biting their inner cheek. Patton and Virgil just feel shocked at the shy wave they send both their ways.

"Well aren't you just a sweetie!" Patton crouches just barely waving back at the side they've yet to be introduced to.

Morality grins too, patting Regressions head. "They've got the heart. Literally, they've got me wrapped up." They laugh looking down at the arms wrapped around them.

Regression looks to Anxiety and points at Patton. "Hug?"

Anxiety immediately panics. "No."

"Aww why not?" Patton asks. "I love hugging my kiddos."

"They aren't your kids." Thomas corrects.

"Of course they are! Just like you Thomas." Patton debates back.

"It might do us better if they did know. Eventually they're going to get needy and it will get in the way of us getting back together." Logic issues.

Anxiety huffs. "No."

"I see no problem with that." Deceit lies sarcastically.

"Listen, I know you're trying to protect yourselves, protect Y/n, but maybe we can help protect you too." Roman tries to convert their desicion.

"You say it like it isn't obvious." Janus suddenly interjects.

Virgil looks at him annoyed. "What do you mean it's obvious?"

"Thomas do you remember that one article you stumbled upon last week. The one on different coping skills and trauma responses?"

"Nooot really." Thomas cringes.

"I do." Logan claims.

"Do you remember number six?" Janus continues.

Anxiety steps forward. "Stop it.

"It really isn't that important." Deceit states frightfully.

"Please don't say it." Creativity begs.

Logan ignores their words, shaking his head in confusion. "Age regression? What does that have to do with them?"

Virgil looks to Anxiety sympathetically before turning to Janus. "You're saying this side is whatever age regression is?"

Janus nods. "Exactly. They are a legitimate child."

"That isn't true!" Anxiety shouts, panic growing in sound.

Morality gently leaves Regressions side to comfort Anxiety. Now free from their grasp Regression stumbles to stay standing. The building panic makes the side even younger. Logic notices and awkwardly supports the little side.

"O. M. Genies!" Patton claps excitedly. "They're an actual kiddo!"

[littlelambscandyland]

Hug? (100 Word/Drabble Challenge)

"Hug?"

"No."

You stutter. "But lonely."

"But, I don't care." House replies with ease.

"But-"

"No." He interrupts.

Your lip begins to wobble at your attempt not to cry. "Not fair."

"Stop sniffling, it isn't going to work."

You don’t stop crying, you get louder. Throwing your hands and feet down on the playmat. You even throw your plushie friend at the playpens gate.

“I’m trying to work.” House complains over your cries.

“Not fair!” You shout. “Not fair!”

“Fine!” He gives.

House steps over the gate and throws himself down with you. You smile, snuggling into his side happily.

[littlelambscandyland]

I can't wait to finally go home (I've been petsitting for my sister for a week), pet my dog, and watch some dragon tales.

[littlelambscandyland]

Just Forget It All

Yan!Cg!Gregory House x Little!Fem!Reader

Summary- House wants you to feel better, you want that for you too. What better decision than to just make you forget? (1,604 Words)

Notes- I realized I don't have a yandere post for House, so here we are. Also, y'all are cool with me posting three House fics in one day right? Also also, I was a little tipsy writing this, so I hope it makes sense.

Warning- Forced Regression, Implied Kidnapping, Implied Drugging, "Consensual" Forced Amnesia, Induced Illness

"It's making me dizzy." You slur out.

You hear House sigh as he moves the hair from your face. "That's because you're sick."

"Then why not go to the hospital?" You ask lolling you're head back.

He stiffens. "Because I'm the only doctor who'll be able to help you."

"But Hou-"

"Dad." He corrects in an instant.

You know that something is wrong. Every action, every forced conversation. All of this was off. It was wrong. You couldn't fight back not in your condition. You could play along, but you just want to feel better again. Sometimes, you wonder if he's just torturing you before he finally pulls the plug. Sometimes, you think he's planning on killing you.

You should have never walked into the clinic. You should have never accepted a private consultation. You should have ran. You should have never ever looked back.

You want to understand what he wants. Mostly, why does he want you to act like his kid? Why does he want you to act like a kid? Why does he want you to hurt?

You try your hardest to push away the pain, and the sting of emotions boiling in your chest. Your voice still comes out in a pitiful cry. "Am I going to die daddy?"

You cringe at your own vulnerability. Even more you cringe at the childish way you spoke, and what you called him. You didn't even mean to call him that, but when you went to say 'dad' the ladder slipped out.

House is crowding your space the moment your question is out. "No, honey, no. I would never let you die." His genuine tone scares you.

He speaks so softly compared to the way you've heard him speak on the phone to others.

"Then why do you let me hurt?" You plead.

He leans down completely resting his head on your shoulder in, what you're convinced is, an uncomfortable position. "We've been having this kind of conversation too often nowadays."

"Then stop." Your voice starts to slur more.

"I wish I could." House kisses your forehead. "I can find a way to make you forget..." He mentions it like it's an offer. "If I make you forget, make you confused, maybe it won't be so scary?"

Was he asking your permission? "I don wanna forget."

"But wouldn't that be nice? Actually thinking I'm helping. Wouldn't that be nice, baby girl? Playing pretend?" He coaxes.

"Would you-" You hesitate to ask. "Would you stop making me sick?"

His eyes widen, like he didn't think you knew. "If, if it goes well, then yes."

"You lyin?" You question without a beat.

"No." He answers just as quickly.

"No?" You plead with your eyes for better convincing.

"Once you think you're actually my kid, I'll have no need to make you sick. You'll already be dependent."

It was a bad idea to agree, you didn't want to, but you didn't want to hurt anymore. "You'll make me better?"

He nods. "Yeah... Yeah. I'll make you better, sweetheart."

It's been months. You've even met one of his friends, and he wouldn't help you. The end of the line was bound to come... What else could you do? You just wanted to be okay again. Was it so bad to just give in?

You swallow. "Okay," You finally look him in the eye. "Make me forget. Please?"

~~💊~~~~💊~~~~💊~~~~💊~~

There's a pain in your head. Your eyes flutter open. The room is dark aside from an orange glow that breaks in through the window. You feel confused, but the fluffy blanket laying over you brings comfort. The room is bland, almost medical. You're alone, you hate it.

You go to speak. Your throat is too dry. Squeaks and cries come from you as you do all you can to ask for help. Trying to stand fails as you collapse to the floor. Finally, enough saliva enters your throat and you sob for someone, for anyone.

The sound of noise outside the door gets your attention, and when a man opens the door limping with a cane you stare with confused and misty eyes. You can't tell if he pities you or if he's happy.

Then he walks in. "N'aww did you fall?" His voice is purposefully condescending, yet holds an odd gentle comfort. It sounds strangely familiar.

You try to answer but you can't, so you nod.

His face lights up. You have no idea whether it's real or fake joy. He hangs up his cane and limps over. He's surprisingly strong, helping get you back into the bed. His blue eyes pierce you. He's obviously analytical.

Once you're settled he starts checking over you like a doctor would. You tilt your head at him.

"Stop staring. I'm helping you."

You pout. Who is he? Where are you? Are you sick?

"You're okay." He reassures. "Do you know who you are?"

You nod.

"Do you know who I am?"

You shake your head, and you swear his sadness is fake because his eyes say he's ecstatic.

"I'm your father." He explains. "I'm a doctor. You were sick, and I fixed you."

You cough when you try to question him again. He's quick to hand you a cup of water. The water soaks your shirt as you fail to drink cleanly from the cup.

The man claiming to be your father tsks. "Shoulda known a toddler can't drink from a cup." He says more to himself.

"Why no 'member?" You question clumsily.

"Because you were sick." You watch him debate his next words. "The only way I could make you better was to make you forget."

"Bu why?" You don't even know why you're questioning him so much other than curiosity.

He sighs but laughs. "Because your brain was too smart for its own good."

You giggle as he pokes your head.

"Now, are you feeling bad anywhere?"

You shake your head. "Head hurted but it went 'way."

"Ohh." He nods, checking some machine next to you. "Well, I'm glad it went away." He smiles. "Do you know how old you are?

Numbers jumble in your head and you can't grasp a single one. "No."

He runs his hand through your hair. He grins. "I know... And you're being so brave. It's okay to cry, you know."

~~💊~~~~💊~~~~💊~~~~💊~~

The night was unbearable. You feel like none of your questions were actually answered. Now you and your supposed father are exhausted. You refused to let him leave you in the room so now you're in his. Unlike you he lays passed out on the bed.

You wish your legs weren't so jello-like. A very childish part of you wants to explore. You pout poking his face, but he just turns over. In a desperate decision you use all your strength to smoothly slide off the bed. Still, you flail and fall, but at least he stayed asleep. You know you can't walk so you crawl. It's still exhausting, but you don't have to worry about collapsing.

You make your way to the door and just barely get it open. Not that he fully closed it to begin with. As tiring as it is you crawl all the way down the hall. You enter the living room you briefly got a look at earlier. It's boring aside from the piano, so you crawl around some more.

Eventually you end up back down the hall. A door with a word you can't read is written on it. You think it's your name. You fiddle with the doorknob until the door opens. Proof you've been exploring for too long comes with the sunlight that shines as the door opens.

The room is perfect. There's toys overflowing from a toy box. A big colorful rug and a rocking chair sit in the same corner. There's a bookshelf filled with stuff. There's the obvious objects like a dresser and a bed. Despite its slight simplicity the room it looked like it was for royalty.

You have no idea why, but you just needed to play with at least one of the toys before you went back. You make your way over to the toy box where you sit on the plush carpet. You pull a ring tower away from the falling over pile. It's simple but it holds your interest with the colorful rings and different textures. It makes you laugh when you throw them only for them to hit the wall and roll back.

You're so distracted you don't hear the sound of footsteps.

"You know I was supposed to record your reaction for Wilson. He wanted to add it to the family home videos." He says sarcastically. "Seriously though, I wanted to see your reaction to this, I brought you to my room because I was too tired to actually pay attention."

He comes and sits on the floor with you. At this point your playing has slowed down quite a bit due to your own exhaustion finally kicking in.

"Did you have fun on your little adventure?"

You yawn. "Uh huh."

He rolls his eyes with a smile. "Good, I'm glad. Can you go to bed now?"

You think. "But you jus got here..."

"And you've been awake for," He checks his watch. "Far too long after having a surgery. C'mon, let's get you to bed, you can cry all you want but you need sleep."

You huff and whine as he gets you into the bed. You hold his hand when he pulls away from tucking you in. "Stay?"

"You're much clingier than before." He smiles to himself. "Guess that's not a bad thing."

[littlelambscandyland]

Hii♥️I wanted to say that since I've read "Let her be" I haven't forgot about it because I love every word you put it into that story. I love how you write both house and reader, and the detail that they're not only cg&baby in spare times but also real friends daily, that connect with each other like no one can. I love that.

I was wondering if I could request a one-shot/imagine with them, now that your requests just opened? I was thinking maybe house knowing somehow in a random conversation that no one teached fem!reader how to bike when she was a kid, and he says he will teach her. Later he is really teaching her and all (she's not regressed during this times), and after she finally learns he's happy and saying things like "you did it! I'm so proud, actually" "I knew you could do it" and he notices these things are making her start to regress and act like a shy little baby, and because it's making his heart melt a bit he nudges her even more with love and baby-talking.

Yes, yes, yes. I love this and I love you! I'm really happy it was easier to pick up on their dynamic than I thought I had made it. Sorry it took a while but I was trying to figure out how to right this without chopping the scenes around. I hope it was worth the wait!

Tiny Biker

"Warnings"- House is a Jerk (Obvi), Bottle Feeding

You were a bit pissed when House so casually brought up the fact you couldn't ride a bike. You were even a little hurt. He had dropped it so casually like it was a joke. Even more than being upset when in the same breath he offered to teach you how.

Of course you scolded him for his cruel humor. Told him it wasn't funny and that for once he actually really hurt your feelings. Of course he threw you for an even further loop when he said his offer was serious. You had just stared at the man in disbelief, and he just... He just walks away? So casually! Like he didn't just offer to fulfill a missing childhood moment!

You thought that was the end of it. It was over and a meaningless conversation and he was just messing with you. As much as it kind of hurt, House is your friend and you know he doesn't quite grasp certain emotions, so you elect to move on and forgive the moment.

That is until today.

House told you that he was coming back to yours with you. You found it a bit odd, but it was better than going home and him barging in at a random time like he so loves to do. You shrugged and agreed, but he's been acting strange all day since.

The drive home he kept rambling on. He does that often, but he seems even more keen on distracting you. He even makes a comment about how if you can drive you should be able to ride a bike. This comment obviously earns a glare from you.

When you drive into your parking lot you grow stiff. There was something on your porch, covered in a tarp.

"Well isn't that interesting." House feigns innocence with a knowing stare.

You look at him suspiciously. "What did you put on my porch?"

He grins. "Go look."

Sighing, you get out of the car. You truly were prepared for anything until you moved the tarp. A shiny pink bike sits there on your porch like it belongs there.

You stare at it, then you stare at it, and then you stare at it some more.

You stiffen up. "Don't you think this is a bit too far for a crappy joke?" You ask House bitterly.

"Not a joke." He says without missing a beat. "I told you I'd teach you."

You look at him with wide, sad, hopeful eyes. "Yeah, but-"

"No buts." He interrupts.

You look at the bike.

"Come on the sun's going to set soon and I'm not having a sleepover just to teach you how to ride a bike."

You laugh in excitement. You're confused still, but even more you're elated. It takes only a moment to get the bike off your small porch and you were waiting for instructions from the pretending to be grumpy teacher.

You almost fall off the bike several times. You try with House redirecting you on repeat.

"You're not walking, you're riding a bike. Stop trying to walk, pedal. Push your feet one at a time." House corrects your movements.

"But what's the difference?" You ask a bit scared and stressed.

"The difference is the movement." He tells you, much kinder than you expected. "You're moving in a circle. So, move them in circles back and forth."

You blink at him. "O-okay..."

It takes a few more minutes, but you finally get it. House looks proud and you squeal in excitement, in pride. You jump off the bike and hug House.

'Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You laugh.

"Yeah, yeah. Obviously, I knew you could do it, I'm actually kind of proud." He pats your head. "Of me, not you." He jokingly clarifies.

"This is so exciting." You whisper more to yourself.

"You did a pretty damn good job, kid." He compliments.

You didn't even realize you started slipping until he called you that. "Well you're a good teacher, 's not all me..."

House notices the slip in your speech pattern. "Please you can't teach an idiot how to ride a bike, especially if they didn't learn early on. You're a smart little cookie."

Your face feels warm. " 'm not little cookie." You push back shyly.

"No, you're just a little girl. Who by the way is so, so smart. Who would've thought you'd learn that quickly."

You look down too embarrassed to meet his eyes. You didn't mean to start slipping. "I'm not little." You say slowly, trying to sound grown up.

His eyes widen. "Oh, no?" He leans in grinning. "You're big girl. Obviously. C'mon. Inside."

You follow him into your place. You go to the kitchen, but House stops you.

"Nuh uh. Little kids aren't allowed in rooms with knives."

You stutter. "Am not little."

"The pouty face says otherwise." House uses one hand to squish your cheeks. "Go sit down I'll bring you some juice."

You huff, but he ushers you towards the living room before walking away to the kitchen. Plopping down on the couch, you do your best to pull yourself out of your regression. You tell yourself House was just messing with you, he doesn't want to deal with you as an infant. Yes, he's your friend, but he isn't your caregiver. You have to stay big.

Your eyes could've fallen out when he came with a bottle of milk instead of a cup of juice. "Couldn't find the sippy cups," He tilts his head. "Then again, I didn't look that hard."

He sits down on the couch with you and holds out the bottle. You blink before you glare.

Pouting at him you rip the bottle away. "Not funny."

"Not- Listen princess, I'm not blind. You're too smart to think I'm that dumb."

Your face warms again. "Well, 'm not baba little..."

"Shame," House says. "Because that is the only option I'm giving you."

You shake the bottle once, kicking your legs a few times. Your brain reacts to having the object in the opposite way of what you want. You shake the bottle again.

"Stop that, you're supposed to drink it." He scolds, taking the bottle back.

You reach with both hands to have it back. "Mine!"

He shakes his head at you. "Not to play with."

Dropping yourself, you fall into his lap with a whine. In the same second you comprehend your reaction and pull away shyly. " 'm s'ry." You mumble out.

"No, no, you're not sorry, you did nothing wrong, you know that baby." He says while standing up.

You want to cry for him to come back but you're nervous.

House grabs something out of one of your baskets then sits back down. He pulls you back into his lap calmly. Then he shifts you to a more cradled position. He hands you a noisy stuffie that rattles when it moves. You giggle. Lastly, House holds the bottle up for you.

As you drink from the bottle he holds you play with the toy. A few times House even makes it dance himself, but he has to stop because your giggles make it hard to drink.

"How the hell are you this sweet?" He asks tickling your belly. "Stop giggling, this is a serious inquiry." He demands with a smile.

When you babble an answer back to him he lifts his face towards the roof, muttering a curse.

"Stop. Being so cute. I will leave you here." He lies. "Damn babies."

[littlelambscandyland]

Sick Day

Cg!Gregory House x Little!Reader, Minor Cg!James Wilson x Little!Reader

Summary- Regressed reader has the flu and House can't help but care. Their stubbornness causes him more concern than he'd like to admit. He's never been more worried about someone having the flu. (832 Words)

Warnings- Needles (IV)

"You're sick."

"I knw..." You whine into your pillow.

House sets a sippy of water on your bedside table. You went into work yesterday and he knew you'd be sick today. He knew he'd be coming to your apartment so that he could take care of you, and he won't admit it, but he was excited to be able to baby you again.

"Then you know you're little." He says matter-of-fact.

You whine again. " 'm not!"

"You always slip when sick." House continues. "I'm not judging, but I can't leave a toddler alone. It's illegal for a reason."

"Nt illegal for 'dults!" You complain.

He sighs dramatically. "Well, you're clearly not old enough to understand." Sitting on your bed he gently moves your face out of the pillow. "Honey, let me help."

You pout with tired eyes as he holds up a thermometer, but you oblige. House pets your head while he waits for the beep. You rest your head mostly into his hand, jumping lightly when the quiet beeping goes off.

"103.8" He sounds upset, but he does that a lot. "I'm going to call Wilson to get some stuff." He reaches over to the side table. "Drink this. Now."

You lazily take the sippy cup from him, and House leaves the room. You stare at the cup for a few seconds but you can't bring yourself to drink it. In moments your eyes flutter closed sending you back to sleep.

"Hey!" House shouts, hobbling in, and making you jump. "I told you to drink some water."

He sits in the bed next to you. Snatching the sippy from your hand he adjusts both of you. Despite the rough tone, his actions are soft. By the time he was done you're snuggled to his side with a cooling pad in your arms and a sippy cup being held to your lips.

"Drink."

You whine, but once again listen to the man. It makes you feel sick every drop you swallow. Crying you push your head into his side.

"No- no, come on kid. You need to hydrate." House pauses. "I mean unless you want to an IV." He sarcastically adds on.

"makes my tummy hurt" You mumble into his shirt.

A few stray tears fall from your eyes as you hide your face more. The pain in your head won't go away and the twisting in your stomach was getting worse.

He sighs. "I know it hurts you have the flu, but you need- You're going to end up in the hospital..."

Before he can say anything else Wilson enters the open bedroom door. A large bag is slung on his left shoulder and there are items falling out of his arms. He looks at the scene with a mixture of distress and shock.

"You had me bring all of this because they have the flu?" He asks, exasperated.

"They have a fever of almost 104. They won't drink anything. They won't stay awake." House starts.

Wilson shakes his head. "Then take them to the hospital."

"They're also regressed." House says as if it's obvious, which with the stuffed animal and sippy cup should've made it so. "And I can take care of them."

Wilson stares at the scene for a second. It was strange seeing House care. It was even more weird seeing him cuddling someone. Then again, House has unknowingly made it obvious he thinks of you as his own. Over your time working at the hospital House has doted on you in his own way.

House raises his brows. He goes to stand to help Wilson set up the IV bag and anything else he deems necessary. Only problem is you latch onto his arm. He tries to wiggle you off but you start to cry.

"Please no go..." Your words slur out.

Wilson continues to watch in disbelief for another second as House assures you in the softest voice he's ever heard the man use.

"I'm not leaving you baby. I just need to get you the stuff to make you better." He pets your head. "I won't even leave the room."

"But I hurt 'n need you." You whine.

Wilson starts setting things up. "I'll do it, House. I don't think they're going to let you go without a tantrum." Even with his own concern for you, he can't help but smile to himself at the softness his gruff friend presents.

It takes almost an hour of setup. House has to hold your arm still while Wilson puts the needle in your arm. Wilson decides to clean up around your flat after House's onslaught of childish insults. Both men knew he was just embarrassed to be seen so vulnerable with you. House rocks you softly in his arms as you sleep.

"I'm making sure you never skip an influenza vaccine again." House tells you, his grip tightening around you just a little more. "I don't think my hold man heart can go through this again."

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