littlelambscandyland

[littlelambscandyland]

Sometimes I think about the fact that I made this blog specifically just to reblog agere content, and then one day I decided to post one singular story on here instead of my other blog, and then I decided this would just be like my little side blog where I don't post as often, AND THEN this blog is now more of my main blog than what is supposed to be my main blog

[littlelambscandyland]

My Baby, All Mine

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

Summary- The Master never admitted he cared for you, never even treated you kindly. How could he be so stupid? He didn’t do any of it right and then you were gone, dead. Whatever, it doesn’t matter now… He has you back and this time he isn’t going to let his little girl suffer. So many years to make up for. Don’t worry your papa’s never going to let you be hurt ever again… Well, he would be able to if you weren’t suddenly so stubborn. (4,950 Words)

Notes- I'm so sorry to my non-binary and boy readers, I'm in my pink girly era apparently and can't seem to get out of writing female reader stuff. Also I'm sorry if you hate pink, as for mentioned, pink girly era. I still love you all, I promise! I'll venture out again one day soon, maybe, hopefully. Also I don't mean to show so much of a bias for Dhawan!Master but he's the easiest for me to write and he's so girl dad coded.

Warnings-Reader briefly dies, Unhealthy friendships, Past abuse(ish), The Master being unstable, The Master being a bit delusional, Temporary Amnesia, Telepathy, Slight Dissociation, Forced Age Regression, Forced Toddler Regression, Implied Onesies, Pacifiers, Implied Pull-ups (just being worn)

It was your body that really disturbed him. So many regenerations, so many years, and now you were just… Gone. Of course, at first he walked it off. He didn’t need you, he didn’t care that you were dead, but your cold eyes kept creeping into his thoughts. Your face covered in blood and completely empty. He’d pace the TARDIS just trying to get a single thought in that wasn’t your lifeless form. Then, like it was scripted he started to remember every little memory he’s ever had with you. All the good, the bad, and all the in-betweens. He kept hearing your voice, your laughter, your childlike praise. He remembered how you were always so amazed by things, by him. Hundreds of years had passed and you still looked at the universe with such wonder, at him with such wonder. He never deserved you… He abandoned you, he insulted you, berated you for things that weren’t your fault, he’d hurt you, and he’d do it over and over again without a single thought. You were so sweet, you were so loving, you never judged him, and despite his actions you never showed him anything other than that adorable smile. He couldn’t bear it.

Four months he’s gone without you, he can’t do it anymore. Everything is plagued by you. He can’t conquer a planet, he can’t read a damn book, he can’t eat or sleep, he can’t even torment the Doctor without thinking about you. His poor, clever, beautiful girl. He should’ve never held on so loosely. It’s alright now, he’s going to make it better. He’s going to fix this, even if he has to tear this entire universe apart to do it.

Honestly, you should be less surprised. It’s the Master, he’s a chaotic ball of hatred and knowledge. Emphasis on the chaotic part. He did weird things all the time, not that they weren’t always completely entertaining to watch. You shouldn’t be surprised that he’s bouncing around the TARDIS while there’s the head of a monster hanging above the fireplace. You do wonder how he got such a large creature's head up there. He claims it’s there to remind him of something very important, and that he’ll take it down soon. Whatever he wants, you suppose.

You wish you didn’t have such a large gap in your memory… Four months isn’t that long with how long you’ve lived, but it feels like you’re missing something important. Not to mention, you just really want to see how the hell he was able to take that beast down. The Master said you hit your head far too hard on one of your adventures. He keeps telling you to be happy it was only four months and not your whole life that you forgot. He’s got a bit of a point, but you still want to know what happened in between the trip to that annoying orange planet and waking up in your bed yesterday.

The Master seems different than he was before. He’s always smiling around you now. The same manic unstable look in his eyes, but they held something so much deeper than you can pinpoint. The way he looks at things, at you, borders on the line of obsession. There is a voice whispering in the back of your head telling you that he is acting entirely out of character. A voice whispering that something is very wrong. Sometimes you think he’s staring at you in remorse, and other times you can’t tell if he’s elated or wants to tear you to shreds. He won’t let you call him Master anymore, so you call him sir now. You don’t think he’s any happier with that title, but he seems less stiff than the multiple times you’ve slipped up and called him Master. You think something might’ve happened between you both during those months you’ve forgotten, or maybe something happened to him…

It’s only been a day since you’ve woken up. Maybe you were just reading into things. Your head did still feel kind of fuzzy.

Even now you still feel like you're a bit unstable. You believe the Master when he says you hit your head because there is no other reason you can find for the extremely painful headache you’ve had since waking up. You’re dizzy, and tired, and you feel like you may be going insane with how nauseous you’ve been feeling. Watching the Master bouncing around the control panel flicking switches, typing coordinates, and pulling levers definitely doesn’t make you feel any better.

You suppose it’s a good thing he didn’t let you go on his most recent outing…

“Darling!” The Master calls out to you.

“Hm?!” You jolt from his loud voice and proximity.

There’s another thing to note. He calls you a bunch of pet names now.

“Where did you go in that little head of yours?” He asks, leading you to sit on the couch with him.

There’s another, he keeps calling you or random things a part of you little or tiny.

You’ve learned years ago lying to him only causes trouble, so you answer him truthfully. “I was wondering why you’re acting so weird… Or at least weirder than normal.”

The Master laughs, almost bitterly. “Of course you would notice.” He whispers while looking down and shaking his head. “You’ve always been too clever for your own good, of course you would notice my change in behavior.”

“Mast-” You cut yourself off when his head shoots up to glare at you. “Sir… Is, is everything okay? Did something happen? Did, uh, did I do something?”

Your anxiety was starting to bubble over now that he practically confessed to acting differently.Now that you knew it wasn’t all in your head, you begin to wonder what could’ve happened. You curse your brain for not letting you remember.

The Master sighs and lets out another one of his sad laughs. “You didn’t do anything wrong… You never do…” His eyes dart around for a second as he thinks. His eyes finally come back to your face. They have that intense obsessive look swimming in them again. “I have something to show you.”

Before you have a chance to question him, he’s jumping off the couch and bounding towards the halls with you being pulled along.

“Sir, please slow down… I don’t feel very well.” You plead, as your head starts pounding and your stomach churns.

He looks back at you before slowing his strides. In a matter of moments you went from being dragged to walking hand in hand next to him.You’re nervous for what he wanted to show you, knowing him it’ll probably be something horrific, but it was nice to walk hand in hand with him. You haven’t gotten a lot of physical contact since joining the Master all those years ago. Well, you had some but it was all violent.

The walk is silent. A bit tense, but along the way the Master regains his previous excitement. He’s got a slight bounce in his step like he did earlier. You can tell he’s trying increasingly hard not to start dragging you down the hall. It freaks you out a bit, you’ve never seen him so genuinely happy before. He’s had manic streaks of joy throughout his different faces, but it was all due to the instability in their head. This, this was so pure, or at least it seems so. You wish you understood what happens in his head.

When you finally come to a stop, the two of you stand in front of a door right next to the Master’s bedroom. You’ve never actually been inside his room, but you’ve dropped off plenty of things for him when he’s barricaded himself inside. The door you stand in front of is a very pastel pink and it has a pastel(ish) rainbow painted across it. There are colorful stars scattered over the wood. It’s rather cute in your opinion. Maybe a bit childish, but hey you’ve always had a more kidish style and personality. Who were you to judge?

You look over at the Master and almost jumpscared by the intensity of his stare. It was like he’s actively trying to look into your very soul. Was he trying to read your mind? More accurately, was he reading your mind?

His face went from his intense stare into a painfully wide grin. “Open the door.”

“Okay?” You draw the word out while taking hold of the golden handle.

You open the door a bit slower than you think he wanted, but you were nervous to see what was behind it. You have to walk inside a bit more to open it all the way. Once the door is open wide enough, you look around. Honestly, the room was adorable. It was also way bigger than the one you’re staying in. You’re not jealous. 

There’s a large bed… That has what looks like the bars of a hospital bed but taller; kind of like a crib but not quite. You aren’t all that sure why they had that, but whatever. The bedspread is baby pink and there are a multitude of stuffed animals organized delicately on top. The walls are almost identical to the door; a very light pastel pink with the same rainbow and colorful stars, but more stretched and fitted for the room.

There’s a false window showing off a garden that had flowers and birds. Right by the “window” sits a large very comfy looking arm chair. A 3-tier bookshelf sits under the window and holds so, so many thin books that you couldn’t read the titles of them from where you stood. There are some thicker ones, you think you noticed the Wizard of Oz on there. There’s a carpet sitting in front of the chair and bookshelf; it has little roads and buildings on it. It’d be perfect to play with cars on. 

There’s a dresser sitting in front of the bed. It’s long and has more white than the light colored wood that seems more like an accent color at this point. On top of the dresser sat a few knicknacks and toys. In the center there was a really big tv. You’re not jealous. There are two doors on both sides of the dresser. One door was slightly ajar and you think it might be a closet because you see what you think is a sequin dress. The other door is shut and you didn’t really understand the circles on it, but with the time you’ve spent with the Master you think it’s Gallifreyan.

There are several more items and pieces of furniture scattered around the bedroom. None as eye catching as what you’ve spent the last minute analyzing. The large chest is simple but nice. The long table-looking-bed that has lots of drawers and looks like it belongs in a nurses office or a hospital confuses you. The giant bean bag in the corner looks super squishy. The bedside table looks simple and has locks on the drawers. The taller bookshelf that is built into the wall has way too many things on it for you to note all of it this second.

You wonder what this room was for, and the panic rises in you again. Did the Master adopt a kid or something? Oh God, was he going to tell you that you have to leave now? Did he want you to help care for the kid? You aren’t responsible enough for that! Why is he showing you this?

“Do you like it?” His voice sounds excited and nervous; a rare combination for him.

You only just realize he’s standing behind you, his hands on your shoulders. He’s leaning forward a bit and his chin is almost resting on your shoulder; if it wasn’t for his hand it would be. You try to look him in the eyes but can’t, so you turn back to look at the room.

“Why… Um, why are you showing me this?” Your voice comes out quiet, frightful.

You can feel his frown. Not physically, but it’s like you can feel it in the air. You don’t understand what’s going on. What is going on right now?

“It’s for you.”

You blink. “But, what’s it for? I mean what, what’s it supposed to do? Or, um, mean?”

It was his turn to blink at you in confusion. “You really don’t know?”

“Master, I'm not a mind reader like you…” You giggle as your nerves grow.

You feel him stiffen almost completely. His hands grip your shoulders a little tighter, and he stands up straight behind you. You turn to look behind you at him. His eyes are boring into your soul again. A look full of anger and sadness. The look you’re used to seeing on his face.

“Mast-”

“Stop.” He cuts you off. His hands cup your face, effectively tilting your head a bit to meet his eyes. “I… I’ve broken you…”

You shake your head. “You haven’t broken me.” An anxious laugh leaves your mouth as you speak.

“But, I have, dear.” The Master tells you, a broken laugh of his own accompanying his words. “I’ve broken you, beaten you down, and now you can’t even tell what an act of love looks like.”

“What act of love?” You laugh more. Why was he being so damn confusing?

“THIS!” He shouts at you, holding out his arms to the room around you. “I spent hours, days perfecting it to your perfect liking yet you can’t even tell it was made for you! You don’t even know what it is!” Despite the smile on his face you know it’s all in rage. The deranged cackle that accompanies it makes him sound like he’s on the verge of breaking himself.

“Sir…”

Normally you wouldn’t initiate physical contact when he’s like this, but concern for him overrides the potential punishment, and with the way he’s been acting you think it might help. Maybe? Just a little?

You put a hand on his chest. The fabric of his tie feels slightly cool. It warms quickly under your palm. He freezes, and so do you. You didn’t want to step too far, but he was scaring you. Something is wrong. Even if you are afraid you might anger him more, you want him to know that you still care. The Master suddenly slumps. His hands are thrown down by his sides and he looks defeated.

“What do you think you are to me?” His voice is quiet.

“I’m your…” Your eyebrows furrow. You watch as he takes your hand gently into one of his, still holding it close to his chest.

You didn’t want to say you were his friend. You insinuated that once and spent a week locked in your room with nothing to eat, good thing your bathroom has a sink… The second time you implied it he left you on an abandoned planet for 2 months. You didn’t want to say you were his employee. He didn’t pay you, and it felt too impersonal… You weren’t even close to being romantically involved. Sometimes he seemed almost fatherly to you, but you would never admit it out loud. You definitely looked up to him, he’s incredible, like a superhero (well a supervillain but who’s keeping track). He’s told you throughout several regenerations that he doesn’t care about you, so you really doubt any overly personal relationship is an answer you could give…

“It isn’t that hard to make a guess.” He seethes.

“I’m your… Companion… Like the Doctor has hers, but y’know,” You clear your throat. “Less emotions are involved…”

You don’t look at him. You stare in turmoil at his and yours intertwined hands. His hand tightened around yours the second you mentioned the Doctor, and tightened even more when you said “less emotions”. At this point he was close to crushing your hand with his.

“That,” The Master’s voice sounds emotional in a way you haven’t heard before. “Wasn’t the answer I was looking for… I suppose more, not what I was hoping for.” He laughed tightly. “You got close with one of those thoughts bouncing around in that head… You were far too focused on the past to give the answer I wanted.” He glares at the roof, lost in thought. “Guess this proves my point well enough then!” He breaks up again. His stressed smile drops. “I really have ruined you.”

You frown again. Why does he keep saying that? Really, it kind of hurts your feelings a bit.

“I’m not ruined.”

“No,” He agrees too quickly. “Not in the traditional sense. No, you’ve just forgotten what being loved and cared for is like… We can remedy that…  An easy fix really. You’ll be acting like a spoiled brat in no time.”

He grins with a look that screams delusion. You aren’t quite sure you were following his words right. You really want to say you understand, but you just don’t.

“Why don’t we start off slow, hm?” He asks, but it sounds more like a gleeful demand.

The Master pulls you towards him and throws you up and into his arms. When you don’t wrap your legs around him, he does it for you, manually bending each leg. You laugh in shock, and he saunters into the room further, kicking the door shut.

“Sir?”

“Shhhhhhhh…” He draws out the sound dramatically.

He lowers the bars and sets you down on the large bed leaving you to stare up at him from your newly seated position. He looks at you like he was searching for something again, then he bounds towards the closet door. He goes inside and you try to lean over to check what he’s doing. You don’t really get a chance to look because he marches out in just a few seconds with a purple something clothing in his hand.

You frown when he smiles at you. “Did you take something?” You ask abruptly.

You notice the bewilderment on his face.

“I’m only asking because there is something seriously wrong going on with you and it’s, it’s starting to scare me a bit… I mean you’re just acting really different and I’ve been with you for a long time now. I just- Did you get hit with like a poison dart, or hypnotized, or challenged, or I don’t know, cursed by a witch or something?”

The Master looks at you with so much shock and sorrow. “I just want to take care of you.” He says dismissively, losing all emotion in his face, and walking over to the weird looking table-bed.

“But, why? You’ve never felt the need to before.” You just wish he’d explain some more.

“That’s enough.” He sounds like an angry parent. “Stop questioning everything I do. Things are going to change and you don’t get a say in it unless it’s something actually useful.”

That sounds more like the Master you knew. You almost thought he was gone for a second.

You sigh in defeat. “I just want to understand.” You whisper. “You could at least explain things to me. Like… What’s changing? Why is it changing? What, exactly, do you need me to do? Just any information because I’m so confused.” You weren’t going to cry, but you damn well could right now.

All of this and your head and tummy still hurt.

The Master makes his way back around the side of the bed. He tosses some things next to the clothing on the bed, but he sits in front of the pile before you have a chance to see what they are. He stares at you for a moment before scooting closer and pulling you, rather awkwardly, into his arms. Once you finally settle, you’re positioned in his lap and still facing the room. You can feel how hard his hearts are beating in his chest. You don’t remember ever being able to feel his heartbeats before. It almost makes you smile. The Master rests his head on top of yours. 

“My precious girl…” He whispers into your hair. “Where should I start?” He trails off as he starts swaying the two of you side to side. “Hmmm, how about the answer I wanted you to give?”

You try to nod your head but can’t get far with the weight of his on it.

“The answer I wanted was my child.”

“Your what?” Your voice cracks.

“My child,” The Master states it so simply. “Like I said before, you got close with your little run-on thoughts. I do appreciate being seen as fatherly, well, at least to you.” He giggles wickedly. “Hm, now second, what is changing and why? The answer is everything. Your daily routine, your living arrangements, your diet and sleep, our interactions, the trips you’re allowed to go on. Honestly, I could go on for a while with this one so let’s move on to the why. The answer to that one is because I’ve had a very sudden, very aggressive change of heart… Towards you at least.” He holds you closer to his chest. “I’ve realized just how special you are dear, and I’ve realized just how much I need you in my life. I’ve woken up to the terror of not having you in my life and I never plan on doing that again.”

“What?”

“Just quiet for now, angel. What happened is in the past now… Now let’s see, what was that last question?” Before you can tell him he lets out a dramatic “ah ha”. “Yes, what do I need you to do? Hm, truly I’m not all that sure. Obviously I need you to continue to listen to me, follow the rules and schedules I set in place, accept your new role in the TARDIS, call me papa or daddy… Hm… Maybe I’m leaning more towards papa. Oh! Or you could always call me momma.” He says happily. “You’re not all that human anymore so their gendering of titles shouldn’t bother you too much anymore. Of course I won’t make you call me anything you don’t like, but as your parent I deserve the title of one.”

“Ma- Sir… You’re not my parent though…” You didn’t want to shatter his reality, but he was striking a nerve you didn’t even know you had before now.

“Yes, well, not biologically, but-”

Before he can finish you cut him off. “Not at all…” You frown and pull away from him. He grips you harder, but you still manage to get into an odd position that allows you to look at him. “We’ve spent years together and not one single time have you shown any care for me, let alone acted the way a parent would, unless that parent was abusive…” You were angry and shocked at the Master's words. His actions were disorienting and his speech was delusional. “I’m not trying to be cruel, but you have to realize that I can’t take things you do at face value. I know you too well to do that, and though I don’t know what you’re supposed to get out of this damned act, I don’t for a second buy that you just woke up one day and chose to care!”

The Master’s face holds barely contained rage. “You have no idea what I’m protecting you from.” He warns.

In an act of bitterness you say something you don’t actually mean. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it was your fault anyways.”

You’ve never spoken to him like this, and you didn’t know what possessed you to do it now. Unluckily for you the Master never seemed hesitant to put you back in your place.

The Master throws you against the bed. You’re silently glad that you didn’t land on one of the plushies with their glass eyes.

“Fine! Since you want to be so ungrateful” He hisses. “ I’ll remind you that I gave you a warning. And I’ll inform you that this is going to hurt.” He emphasizes his words with venom. “But, don’t for a single second pretend I didn’t try to keep you safe from this.”

The second his fingers touch your face your eyes slam closed. The pain that rips through your body is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. The feeling of flesh tearing and bones breaking. The pain mostly resonates in your stomach, in your head. It feels like you're being torn open and your head is being slammed into a wall. Images start flashing through your mind. The start of an adventure, the terror of a chase. A familiar looking monster, the same one the Master hung above the fire, snarls and snaps at you. Everything hurts and you’re so scared. You think you might be screaming but you can’t tell if it’s you now or you then. You can feel yourself dying all over again.

When your eyes open again you’re pressed tightly against the Master, laying on your side in his grip. Your whole body shakes, and you understand now what it’s like to experience pure agony. Your lungs feel like they’ve been filled with cement. You’re surprised you haven’t puked. All you can do is stare into the time lord's chest. No sobs leave your mouth. No words pass your lips. You can’t even move your arms if you wanted to.

“I know, love… Such a terrible thing.” He kisses your forehead and some of the pain starts to dull. “Do you see why I have to protect you now? I can’t have you dying on me like that all the time now. Clearly you aren’t strong enough for that kind of thing. Don’t worry, dear, papa’s going to take magnificent care of you.” The Master kisses your forehead again, lingering there for a moment. “That reminds me. Have to get you ready to go back to bed.” You didn't respond when he looked down at you, still too busy recalculating every moment. “Oh, yes so terrible I know, you’ve only been up for a few hours, but if you don’t rest up your body can’t heal.” He explains it like you’re a child, then again, to him you are. “Aren’t going to make this easy on me huh?”

He has a slightly sweet but mostly sadistic smile on his face. A grin that screams how proud he is of his victory over your minor argument.

The Master lifts you up, and if you had the ability you would scream out at the pain it causes. You fall straight into his chest, gaping like a fish as your lungs try to catch air. He rubs your back for what feels like, to you, several hours. Really it was only 4 minutes.

“I know, angel.” He pouts in an invalidating way. “As soon as we get you changed you can lay down and sleep away all this nasty stuff, okay?”

Every move he forces your body into feels like you’re being drowned in lava. Halfway through the process that you hadn’t been able to pay attention to, the pain started to become bearable. You feel something odd against your butt, it feels soft but cotton-y, padded. You have no energy to look down to see what the alien man is dressing you in. You have no energy to argue. And, aside from the weird padded thing, the fabric covering your legs to your arms and neck was incredibly comfy. 

When the time lord shuffles you around again you let out an involuntary whine. You didn’t think you’d be able to make a sound right now, so you startled yourself a bit. It isn’t that the movement is painful, though it is. The problem is the discomfort. It feels like you were being stretched and twisted into a pretzel. In just a few seconds the Master laid you back on your side. You almost let out a sigh of relief, but your lungs still don't feel like they have enough in them for that.

He settles back into the pink bed next to you. He tucks you in under the blankets and starts to draw you back into his chest, but stops. “Oh, I almost forgot!” The Master jumps out of the bed and disappears somewhere in the room. You stare at the mattress in his absence.

He rushes back and lays back down on his side facing you. You don’t get a chance to think of questioning his actions because you’re too busy being mortified by the paci he shoves into your mouth. You want to try and spit it back out but your mouth refuses to work with you.

The Master pulls you back against his chest, and despite how badly you wanted nothing to do with him at the moment, you relax under his hold. Though you don’t know if that was a conscious decision or your body doing what it needs to. His arms are warm. You find it grounding and soft the way he pets your hair down.

“Go to sleep, my darling girl. I’ll keep you safe.”

You don’t want to listen to him, but your eyes feel so heavy. He always has been a source of comfort even when he was the reason for your fear. You suppose it wouldn’t be too bad to give in to it just this once. You can go back to arguing with him about this insanity some other time. Right now, you can lay here, do your best to comprehend the trauma you’ve just remembered, enjoy the first bit of comfort you’ve been offered in years, and do your damndest to get some sleep.

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I've Got You Now

Yan!Cg!Master(Dhawan) x Little!Fem!Reader

Notes- First things first, I don't think the Doctor would ever treat their kid badly, but for this story's sake the Doc is a shit parent. Second things second, I am heavily debating writing a part two but my head feels like its going to implode so I'm ending this one here for tonight.

Warnings- Master's kind of delusional but he's also kinda right, Reader is the Doctors kid (bio or adopted idc), Reader and Doctor have a really bad relationship, Reader gets severely injured, (Just to be safe)GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF INJURIES, Coming to terms with dying, Childhood Neglect, Lack of Self Worth, Panic Attacks, Hypnotism, Forced Regression

The thought spun in his head. Should he, should he not? Normally he wouldn't care for the random alerts on his screen, but with his TARDIS blaring in his ear that he needed to go to the coordinates the Doctor was last seen at... Well, what else did he have going on? One small trip to destroy whatever she saved could be fun. Though he was a bit confused on why his TARDIS was being so dramatic about it.

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The sound of the beast's footsteps echoed throughout the entire ship. Your so-called parent is nowhere in sight. You wouldn't be surprised if she just abandoned you to save her little human friends. Well, maybe not abandon, but she would definitely leave you, take them to safety and then finally come back for you. Funny thing is it wouldn't even be a conscious decision, she just won't think of you or realize you're gone until several hours later.

Maybe you should quell your rage for a second and focus on staying alive. Your one hand pushes heavily down on your eye. You're practically holding your eyeball in its socket. The other hand tries its best to keep any organs that might try spilling out from the gash in your side that all but splits you in half. Several other injuries litter your body, but none of them feel as important as the preservation of your organs. Yes, your ulna is split and sticking out your arm, but your small intestine is still making attempts to spill out onto the floor. Yes, there's a shooting pain in your ankle and you can't get it to sit properly on the floor or move it, but your eyeball is just barely hanging on by the optic nerve. Yes, the clawed out gaps on your shoulder are bleeding too much, but you only had two hands. Priorities are priorities for a reason.

The floor seems more and more comfortable by the minute. The screeching beast is halfway across the ship... You wonder if it's just decided to leave you for dead. You felt like you were dying. Maybe it knew you weren't worth the fight anymore. The wall felt so nice against your skin; it made the feeling of fire burning in your veins just a little less hot. It's just as painful to slide down on the floor as it would have been to keep hobbling down the halls.

You're surprised with yourself; you always imagined you would be crying or screaming when you died. It isn't that you are okay with dying, quite the opposite really, you're just so damn tired you can't produce the tears. Maybe the deconstruction of your left eye also aided in your inability.

You aren't hopeful. You're far too aware of where you sit on the list of anyone's priorities. You would die here, and there's a good chance no one will even know. You are going to fade into oblivion. You wish you weren't so alright with doing this alone. You wish that you could be sad and remember all those who care about you, but there is no one. You've spent your whole life alone and now you would die that way.

A part of you feels a spark of hope when you hear something crashing to the ground just a room away. Maybe that monster will come and finish you off. End your suffering. You were too scared to close your eyes, but if it finally ended you, you wouldn't have to make that choice. The more you sit here the more the pain thrums under your skin. You wonder why people always say they don't feel anything anymore when they're about to die in movies. You certainly feel it.

God, you're so tired, but you can't bring yourself to go to sleep. This will be the last time you drift off. You'll never open your eyes again. And, despite the overwhelming pain you feel, you can't help but draw out these last few moments for as long as you can.

The room you are in is an observatory. When you loll your head slightly to the side you catch a glimpse of the large window. The stars shine way too brightly for what feels like such a dark moment. Why do they still get to shine while you fizzle out? It was beautiful though. You assume there are worse things to see before you die. You barely smile for a singular second. Born on a ship surrounded by stars, die on a ship surrounded by stars.

It still hurts. Why won't it stop hurting? Your blood is staining the floor. Haven't you lost enough for you to lose feeling? Is this some sort of punishment? Do you deserve this somehow? You were wrong before... You don't want to be alone anymore.

You shouldn't waste your strength. Still you start humming. A broken sound that barely resembles the lullaby you were attempting comes from your mouth.

When footsteps trail their way up to the room you realize you don't have enough energy to look at whoever or whatever was so calmly strolling through. When the footsteps pause before entering the room you think that maybe there is someone listening to your prayers. Even if they weren't good. Anyone was better than the silence. You heard the person breathing when they came in, but now it was like they were holding their breath. You ignore their indecision and keep humming with the same terrible tune.

You didn't even hear the person approach. A hand lightly moves your face over, careful not to knock away the hand still holding your eye in place. Your eyes meet hard brown ones. They swirl with knowledge and rage. You know these eyes, and yet you can't seem to remember from where. In your defense, you don't think you'd be able to tell the difference between a duck and a dog in this state. You liked his purple suit though.

Words come out of his mouth and it sounds like he's an adult in a Charlie Brown movie. He keeps speaking for a minute before your mind finally catches up.

"This is very important."

You finally move your eye back to his face.

"I need you to know this so that you don't give up on me, yes?" He asks you like you could conjure up a response. "When you close your eyes, hm, eye you will wake up again. I will ensure you get taken care of. I promise."

If you could laugh you would have at his unstable level of hope. You think he must be able to read your mind because he also huffs out a broken sound that is almost a laugh.

"Go to sleep. You'll be better when you wake up."

You wanted to listen, but you were still so scared.

"Just go to sleep, love. I’ve got you now.”

You shouldn't trust a stranger, but you are so tired, and he sounds like safety itself.

When you drift off you don't wake up for several more days.

The bed you wake up in is the softest bed you think you've ever been in. It makes the feeling of heaviness in your body a bit less overwhelming. You feel like you had eight weighted blankets laying on top of you. You also feel like you're cocooned in the clouds themselves. When you finally open your eyes you wince at the light and panic for a second at the missing sight in your left eye.

Your brain catches up to you simultaneously slowly and quickly. You don't remember much after entering the observatory. The only thing that seems to have stuck in your head was a voice promising you that they would take care of you. A voice promising you that you'll be okay.

Despite the pain in your eye from the lights they were incredibly dim. You try with all your will to focus on your surroundings. Then, you do everything you can to pull yourself up. You feel stiff, but there's very little pain in your body. Only your side and your eye hurt, and even they were a dull thrum.

You take a deep breath and look at everything you possibly can.

The whole room and everything in it are different light shades of pink. There are other items that have other bright colors, but the decorations are all pink. The bed set is silky and baby pink. Even the walls are a pink shade that almost looks white. The pieces of furniture are white. You were thankful for that; if they were pink it'd make the whole room overly-pink. If it wasn't for the amount of pastel it would be anyways. There's a dresser and a vanity. There are three doors that you assume are the closet, bathroom, and exit. There's a bookshelf holding a few knickknacks and children's books, some in languages you don't know. There's a very large chest sitting next to a rocking chair. There's a net hanging from the ceiling that holds perfectly organized stuffed animals; it hangs right above the massive teddy bear sitting in the corner.

There was something inherently childish about the room. If you weren't as aware as you are, you would assume you died and came back as a little kid. Honestly, you wouldn't mind if that were the case. That being said, it looks so perfect, and you wonder if a room so beautifully set up should actually be lived in. It's like a dream.

A dream you are not supposed to be in.

You crawl out of the large bed clumsily. Your legs feel like they should belong to a squid. You stumble more than you walk towards the door that you assume was the exit. Thankfully, you're right. Unfortunately, you're already running out of the little energy you have, and there is an unending hall in front of you.

The humming against your skin as you leaned on the door frame reminds you too much of a TARDIS for it to be coincidence. You rest your head against the frame.

"You're a TARDIS?"

The heat that rises against your cheek is the only answer you need.

"Well in that case, it's nice to meet you, Madam TARDIS." You giggle to yourself at the title you gave her.

She hums again in response.

The happy moment ends with your understanding that there's only one other being flying around the universe in a TARDIS, and this is clearly not the Doctor's TARDIS. You worry a bit as you remember the dark eyes looking at you while you bled out on the floor. You worry as you remember the soft voice being so familiar, but not as aggressive as you were used to hearing it.

You are on the Master's TARDIS.

This situation doesn't scare you as much as it should. You know how to deal with him. You can handle the Master you've done it before. Besides, he helped you... For some reason, so maybe he needs you for something and that will help ensure you won't be killed by him instead. A girl can dream, can't she?

The elongated hallway seems shorter now, and you thank the TARDIS for her kindness. Still it takes you a while to get to the end. When you get there you hesitate for a second. A moment to catch your breath.

"There's no need to hide, Love, I know you're standing there." The Master's voice calls from where you guess is the console room.

"Not hiding." You say breathlessly.

By the time you start pushing yourself off the wall you end up running into a purple wall. Well, a purple chest. You blink for a second before looking up at the time lord.

"Hello, Princess."

His eyes gleam with a look you've never seen in any of his regeneration's eyes before. He has a large smile plastered on his face, and it looks like it should hurt.

"Hi..." You try backing away, but the Master holds your arm.

"Let's get you somewhere more comfortable." He says, turning his eyes and body away from you.

He walks far too fast, and you start tripping over your own feet. Instead of slowing down the man spins you around to face him and picks you up. Your brain doesn't keep up with the actions. It didn't really need to because it was over as soon as it started. He sets you on a couch before you have a chance to comprehend what just happened.

"Wait here." He tells you with a point as he heads over to the console. You've never seen him so... Relaxed? Happy? Really you didn't know.

You look around the room. The control panel and all of the necessary equipment needed to pilot the TARDIS blends way too coherently into the fancy looking living room. Despite its regal feel it also feels deceptively homey. There's a large fireplace that is currently burning brightly. There are books lining one of the walls. All of the furniture is red and the walls are a darkened crimson color. There are two arm chairs and a large sofa, which is what he sat you on. There are two dark brown wooden side tables on both sides of the couch and tucked between the chairs. There's also a dark wooden coffee table in the middle of it all.

After taking in the room you stand up. You walk closer to the fire. It feels nice in comparison to the cold air around you. It's nice to just look at something pretty for a moment. Just a second to gather your thoughts. You haven't even stopped to think of the terror you went through.

Sighing, you gather your courage to start questioning the man.

Before you can speak the Master commands easily. "Sit back down. You don't have the strength to be running around."

You huff at him. "I'm stiff enough, and I'll stand if I want to stand."

He barely glances at you. "Sit down."

"No."

"I'm just trying to help, Love." He sounds so, so... Well, you don't really know, but it makes you angry.

"I don't need your help," Your words come out quietly at first and get louder as you speak. "I don't need your fake kindness, and I don't need you of all people telling me what to do!"

In an instant the two of you are borderline chest to chest. "Don't be ungrateful for what I've done for you," The Master warns, pointing a finger at you. "I could have left you there to rot just like the Doctor did. Don't think for a second you are worth the supplies I wasted on keeping you alive."

You wish you could say his words stung you. You wish you didn't know how replaceable you were. You wish you actually meant something to someone.

You drop onto the couch. A familiar feeling of defeat floods you. "Then why help me?" You question, looking at his shoes.

"Because I'm better than the Doctor."

You scoff at him. If there wasn't a lingering pain behind your eyes you would roll them.

He crouches down in front of you. He moves his head down so he can catch your eye. "I'm better than the Doctor, because when I see a child struggling I don't leave it to suffer."

The Master cups your face in his hand. Your eye pours out a sadness you can't express. A part of you agrees with him, another part of you wants to mention all the children you've seen the Doctor save.

"It doesn't matter if she's saved other children. She's supposed to care for you first. Yet," His thumb rubs your cheek. "She hasn't even attempted to find you. Never even went back to that ship."

"She gets busy..." You know you get angry at the Doctor, but hearing someone lay out the broken dynamic hurts, and you just want to make it seem better than it is. You need to make it seem better because every time you face reality it fills you with a pain that you can't handle.

"No one should be too busy for their little girl..." The Master's eyes start burning with that look again. "Certainly not one like you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

He breathes out a smile and brushes some of your hair back. When he stands up you tilt your head up to keep looking at him. "Just wait here for a moment so I can stabilize the TARDIS, then we can get you something to eat, and you can ask as many questions as you want. Okay?"

You want to disagree, argue back, but you don't think you can handle him pointing things out so aggressively like that again. You agree with a voice quieter than you mean to use.

He gives a playful pout before patting your head and walking back to the console.

You still aren't sure what precisely is happening. This whole thing feels like a fever dream. You really, really want to cry. You are both hungry and feel like you are going to be sick. Your head is starting to feel heavy. Your eye and side were starting to hurt…

The pressure builds up behind your eye until tears start falling out. You attempt to wipe them away, but they keep falling too fast. God, what the hell? What is your life? You just woke up from almost being killed in some gruesome, horrific way, and now you sit on the TARDIS of your father's, now mother's, best enemy. You're almost completely healed but there are lingering problems, and your body seems to hate you. The man who you always thought had terrible opinions just pointed out how neglectful the being you're supposed to call your parent is. And, you just woke up from almost fucking dying!

A part of you welcomed the lack of air your lungs pulled in. The light pain draws attention away from your problems and reminds you that you're alive. That being said, you think you may be having a panic attack. Every sense is buzzing with a need to be experienced. You can't catch your breath and it devolves into hiccups and hyperventilating. Your brain feels like it's going to explode, and you can't stop thinking about what the thing looked like attacking and chasing you. Confusion rings, questions about how you're alive, why he would help you, and what you were supposed to do now. Hurt seeps through at the knowledge that you would have died if the Master didn't save you. You choke on sobs because your mother doesn't care about you, because you were confused, because you almost died because-

You suddenly feel much warmer than you did.

"You can cry, dear, I've got you."

You can feel the Masters cheek pressed to yours. You aren't on the couch anymore, well you were, but you were sitting in his lap. The thought of pushing him away passes as soon as it comes. There's something comforting about the way he holds you. It feels like something you should know, but can't understand.

Your breathing slows down just enough. The tears keep falling from your eye and you burrow yourself into the time lord's suit. Every time a disturbing thought comes to mind it gets washed away, and you don't know why. It's confusing, overwhelming, and exhausting. The only comfort you truly feel is the constant of the Master's hand petting your hair or rubbing your back.

"Princess..." He calls out to you.

You whine into his coat as he tries to pull you back. He pulls you away despite your cries. There's a soft look in his eyes that mixes with a terrifying depth. Your head hurts and you don't want to deal with any of it anymore.

"I want you to listen to me, okay?" He looks kind of like a puppy. You nod lightly. "Good... How old are you?"

You blink at him in confusion. What sort of question is that? Is he just trying to upset you more?

"Stop thinking," He demands softly. "How old are you?"

Your head stops hurting, but the pain turns into dizziness. You have no idea how to answer his question. It makes your panic start to rise again.

"No, no..." He pulls you back to his chest. He rocks you a bit. "Come back to me."

His voice floats so smoothly. His presence is so calming. The panic melts away so quickly. It feels like something is crumbling in your head, but you can't figure out what it is or why it matters. You feel... Small?

"How old are you?"

"I dunno." You whisper into the fabric.

"Hmm," He hums as if he's thinking of your answer. He keeps rocking you slowly. "Are you little?"

Is he asking if you've shrunk? You think you're the same size.

You can't feel him silently laughing. His nose brushes your hairline. "Are you a big girl?"

Ohh... You don't think so... What's the difference between a big and little girl?

That's not good is it?

"Darling," He calls out again. "Are you daddy's little girl?"

You nod. Why would he ask that? No one else lets you be small. No one else takes care of you. Of course you are his little girl.

Daddy could be so confusing sometimes.

[littlelambscandyland]

This goes for on here too 😋

[littlelambscandyland]

Omg! You guys don't understand how excited I got seeing my prompts get used. This all before actually reading their story, and I mean this is so twistedly good. The scene was set up so well and dark and the characterization is just so perfect for a yandere BTAS Mad Hatter. I'm so living for the angst. Thank you for tagging me!! 😍😭🤩

BTAS Jervis with the "Hmm? What was that, little love?" prompt >>>>

@artisticdoofusxx

@lonleydweller

@littlelambscandyland (since the prompts are yours.)

You know what? No more fluff, have some mental angst.

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"It's teatime, Alice!"

You trudge slowly through the mess of a hideout he's chosen now. It's disorganized, mice scuttling about on the floor, dust and dirt settled on the floor, only disturbed when said mice run about. Boxes filled with rotting food and rotten corpses of bugs scattered about throughout sparingly, and the slight perfume he sprayed around only makes the stink worse.

He awaits you, standing in front of a broken table he found on the streets and brought back, a smile upon his face as he reaches towards you.

You cringe as his hands make contact on your shoulders and he pulls you into a hug, clasping his hands together to essentially trap you with him in that hug. He lets go after a little bit, but it takes more than it should to hold back a shudder as he proclaims that he has set the table for tea time.

You grin nervously, the tea is usually fine, typically just water and a terribly outdated tea that barely seeps through and unleashes it's forgotten flavor, but the food... Molding scraps of biscuits, cookies, pastries, some turning green and others blue from the mold litter the table, arranged neatly with crude frosting declaring "Eat Me" as if it gets rid of the fungus.

You barely hold back the rising bile in your throat. This time you can't do it, you can't make yourself sick again just to appease his delusions anymore.

"No."

It comes out shaky, hesitant, but it's the first time you defied him in a long time. The last time was months ago.

Losing your bodily autonomy is punishment enough, but being forced to continue playing as Alice while losing your senses was worse. Watching your body move in defiance of what you want...

"Hmm? What was that, little love?" He inquires, titling his head just enough that his hat won't fall off. "I didn't hear you right, did I?" It's a subtle threat to make you behave. Don't break the delusion, those words warn.

"No. I don't want a tea party." You hold your ground, fists clenching up and eyes closing to avoid the stare he gives you. It's a blank stare, devoid of much emotion but shock and anger.

"That's quite rude, Alice. I prepared all of this for you, you know." He takes steps forward towards you, and when you open your eyes again, he's holding the card that took everything away from you.

It's too late to react, the card already in place by the time you try to push it away,

and-

"Come on Alice, don't you want a tea party now?" "Of course I would, Mad Hatter."

[littlelambscandyland]

The Timeline (The Beginning)

Cg!Masters/Mistress x Little!Reader

Notes- This is kinda a story, kinda headcanons. It's really just what I think it would be like to be their little throughout their timeline idk if it makes any actual sense but I had fun. I had to split into two posts/parts cause it was way too long and I wanted to post the first half. Also I know there are more in between I just can't write them 🥲

Warnings- Lets be honest it's the Masters it's got to have at the very least an undertone of Yandere behavior, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome(?), Codependency, Forced(ish) Caregiving, Forced Immortality, Grieving and Loss, Panic Attacks,Subtle implied Mute Regression, The Master likes carrying the reader, Subtle Implied Hypnotism, Implied Manipulation, Cat Dad Master(lmao), Abandonment, Isolation, Falsified Trips, Ainley!Master might not be completely characterized right cause I only just started watching some of his episodes

Let's go ahead and say this happens in regeneration order, this means the first version you ever meet is Delgado!Master. This is probably for the best as he has the most control over his temper compared to all the others. As much as I love the whole "sees you on the street and decides to nab you" trope it isn't really plausible for this regeneration. He spends very little time on Earth and if he is there he's very busy with whatever plan he has in progress. With that, the only way you two would meet is if you become the Doctor's newest companion.

And with your unfortunate(?) "luck" you do get picked to be the Doctor's newest companion! Yaayyy!

This isn't the most stressed you've been in your life, not at all! You don't keep having to fight off your regression and alien attackers at the same time! And even if you do it's easy! And no one gets to know that you're small right now... Besides you get to see the universe as a whole in a way no one ever does. It's incredible! Who cares if you want to curl up in your bed with a stuffie and take a nap? There's a supernova happening right there!

Meeting The Master

It was probably supposed to be a simple trip that went terribly wrong. It always is.

A simple trip that once again led to you running for your life like you were Lightning Mcqueen trying to win the race. The Doctor seemed genuinely confused, concerned, about what was going on. The once docile aliens now more than ready to tear the two of you to shreds for the fun of it. Really he should've noticed the painting on the wall, or the statue in the garden, or the empty throne with dried splotches of red barely cleaned up. It only took a few minutes before not only were you and the Doctor separated, but you were also locked in a room with only the multiple windows as an exit. Wouldn't have been a tough decision if it weren't for you being on the 4th floor.

You barricaded the door well, but you knew very well that even if it did hold up you would end up starving to death before they simply let you leave. Surveying the room led to literally nothing helpful. No weapons, no rope or curtains, no other possible exit. You paced the room for a while. It felt like forever but it was really only an hour. Long enough either way. The aliens were still pounding on the door which was slowly pushing open, you were still trapped, and your adrenaline was diminishing into pure defeat. With a breath to reground yourself you decided to give one last burst of effort.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. A painting... A very large painting. You were incredibly hesitant but you peeled it off the wall. Rubbing your eyes did very little as you recognized the inside of a TARDIS. Different from the Doctors, but still a TARDIS. You walked in with a snail's pace. Every single bone in your body urged you to get the hell out of that time traveling spaceship, but it was either stay in here or die out there, and the potential of finding help on this thing overrode your basic instincts to flee. You were sure to move the painting/door back into place before venturing in further. You could hear the deranged aliens tearing the room apart. It lasted a few minutes before it grew quiet. An apology is given to an unknown being that spoke in a voice too low for you to make out any real words.

You waited and waited by the door for about 30 minutes before you finally pushed your way out as quietly as you possibly could. You held your breath when you spotted a man with his back towards you standing near a large shattered window. Each step you took felt like a death sentence. You didn't know why, but you were more scared of this man than you were the people who were just hunting you. You were right by the door when he spoke up.

"Quiet as a mouse, as sneaky as one too," The man said, just barely turning to face you. "However, not quite fast enough."

"Do you want an answer to that or were you just talking?" You could feel your voice cracking the high pitch giving away much more than you would have liked. "Genuine question, by the way. Not trying to be a dick..."

When the man turned to look at you, you could tell rather clearly he was confused, if the raised eyebrow was anything to go off of. You didn't really know what to do next. You didn't want to just bolt out the room. You weren't sure if it'd just be rude or if he'd tackle you to the ground.

You introduced yourself anxiously only for the man to keep staring at you. "And you areee?" You tried to prompt.

"I'm more often than not referred to as The Master."

Kidnapping Adoption

You'd run into the man many, many, many times after your first meeting. The Doctor's best enemy is another title people used for him. Each meet brought about less and less anxiety. Of course, you were still incredibly cautious around him, but you weren't as wound up as before. Honestly, his presence was a bit calming. On very few occasions he actually helped the Doctor and you're very sad to say they were always the quickest problems dealt with. You really did like it when he fought the Doctor, things were less scary, aliens were less threatening, and the Doctor was less demanding. Sometimes you'd hope the man would turn good just so you could have a goddamned break.

That being said he was still a dangerous psychopath and you've lost count of the times he's tried to kill the Doctor and second-handedly you. He never once actually harmed you. If you thought really hard about it, you're pretty sure he's never even put you in any actual danger, but you didn't want to think about it and you won't. He kidnapped you a few times as well. Held you as bait over the Doctor's head. Tied you up and left you there for the Doctor to find. Each and every time it happened though, he never actually hurt you. You were scared, and you have no doubt he would've if he had to, but he hadn't. That meant at least a little bit to you.

Plot after plot. It was a little bit funny, and to be honest your favorite adventures became the ones where "you" were "fighting" him.

You were still smart enough to know not to let down your guard. He's tried to take over the planet and he's blown up other ones. The Master was dangerous and you were smart enough to understand that. You were, however, dumb enough to also find comfort in that knowledge when he was around.

You had been incredibly careful during this trip. Every word you spoke and every action you made was deliberate. You had started slipping before the Doctor waltzed through your front door and out again for a new adventure. You had to be careful because every added stress made you feel the need to slip and every time you felt yourself slipping you grew more tense. You just wanted this to be over. You wanted to go home. You wanted to curl up in a fluffy blanket and take a nap. And, damn it you wanted to play with your toys, to build blocks or play with dolls, to have a tea party or play pirates. Anything your little brain could come up with was fine with you as long as you got to do it. As long as you got away from this.

The Doctor had noticed you were stressed, but he wasn't all that sure what had you wound so tightly. He tried to comfort you, but you seemed to pull away completely from any warmth he could provide. He didn't show it, but the more the two of you walked this planet's archives the more frightful he began to feel himself. A familiar presence lurked around the corners and he wasn't sure whether that was good or bad. Knowing his luck however he could certainly guess.

The hallways were darkened by the tall bookcases blocking the dangling lights. Each shadow bloomed more and more childish fears into your belly. The shadows were nothing, the shadows couldn't hurt you, it's just a little dark, you'll be okay. You let your nervous encouraging thoughts repeat over and over in your mind. Even if you were lying to yourself, you'd rather die comforted and unaware.

Of course, like it was a Scooby Doo episode, you and the Doctor were once again separated. Honestly, you both should've been prepared this happens every time. Despite that fact, you started to shake in fear with the absence of the only form of protection you had.

It didn't matter what you did, you couldn't control the emotions raging and pouring out of you. The bookshelves suddenly seemed incredibly comfy. Your back hits the sturdy wood easily and you let yourself slide to the floor. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Damn it, deep breaths aren't doing anything! The tears that fell came from a genuine panic that was threatening to swallow you whole.

The sound of footsteps sounded blaring in the silent halls. The sound easily mixed with the pounding in your head and chest. You couldn't bring yourself to uncover your eyes. Maybe it'd work for once it won't see you if you don't see it.

"This is arguably not a decent place to take your rest, my dear." Teased a soothing voice.

Truly you didn't care. You just wanted to go home. You couldn't take it anymore. You were tired. You just wanted to be comfy and small! That is literally all you asked for when you woke up in the morning. Why weren't you allowed to be happy? Why couldn't you do one of the few things that actually brought you comfort and joy? Why did life hate you? Why did the Doctor have to suck so much?

You refused to answer the man. No matter how much you preferred him being the big bad at the end of the path you still couldn't handle it. At least not today, not right now. Your face would continue to grow hotter, your breath faster, and your tears fell in a steady wave.

"Now, now, there's no need to get so worked up." The Master claimed. You only just noticed how he closed the distance and now crouched down beside you. "What a fragile creature you are..."

You pitifully swatted his hand away from you. Not that it did much because as soon as your hand made any contact it was snatched. His grip wasn't painful. It was just strong enough you couldn't pull away, and maybe even a little grounding. The Master simply held your hand in his firm grasp. Your cries slowly died down, and you uncurled just slightly from your balled up form.

As soon as you glanced at the dark abysses he calls eyes you looked away. Embarrassment crept up incredibly quickly. It didn't matter he was still holding your hand, he was going to think you were so uncool after this.

Not that you had noticed but a few times the time lord cracked a smile for just a second after peaking into your head. He found your childish fears and thoughts rather endearing, which was an incredibly rare feeling for him. Your hope in closing your eyes to make a monster go away, the fear of something manifesting in the shadows, the comfort you found in the simple action of him holding your hand, your fear of being "uncool" were all entertaining and adorable to him. The Masters favorites of your recent flood of thoughts were when you questioned the Doctor's competence (not that you phrased it that way but he knew, it was rather obvious no?) and when you imagined all those silly little things you would do if you'd been left to your vices. Particularly he liked the thought of seeing you wrapped in a fluffy blanket with a plush that he'd surely think was idiotic. He also found it cute how you thought looking away hid you from his gaze.

A simple sigh and then he pulled you towards him. Of course you tried to scramble back, but you were never going to be able to compete with a time lord's strength. Once you realized you weren't getting away from the man you simply gave in and began to cling to him instead. Arms and legs wrapped around him as he easily carried your weight. You hid your face in his neck and prayed to whoever may listen that whatever plot he had this time would end quickly so you could go home and play or maybe just nap; you still hadn't decided which yet, but you were getting sleepier by the second.

The Master navigated the halls with ease and you decided it was best not to look up too often because it was very dizzying. Your eyes felt too heavy to keep them open anyways.

"Go to sleep." He commanded suddenly and rather softly. "I will ensure you're kept safe."

He shouldn't have been that comforting but he was. You could feel your body practically melt as it relaxed in his hold. Your eyes closed once again and they didn't reopen again that night.

He wasn't lying to you. He did intend on keeping you safe, it just wasn't in the way you would have expected it. He's sure you'll get over it. He is your papa now after all. Huh, isn't that fun.

Year 1

There's so much that seemed to happen so quickly. Maybe it wasn't quick but it felt like it was, and it was entirely confusing to you. From the moment you woke up in a room far too fun and playful to be your home or your room on the Doctor's TARDIS, it felt like time started moving faster. Everything just kept moving while you were stuck trying to wrap your head around everything.

You got it. The Master kidnapped you, again. This time, however, he didn't plan on letting you go? He knows you regress, and he wants you to do it a lot more. He kept calling himself your papa when he referred to himself? He's certain you'll be happier here, and that you'll "realize it soon enough."

He was never outright mean to you, but this was just confusing you.

The Master was quick to start you on what he called "the perfect routine". Every morning started with a balanced breakfast, he told you that the alien food was good for you but if you didn't like it he could get you something else. You got dressed and then you were free to do whatever you wanted for 5 hours. You'd eat a good lunch then he'd sit with you in the library so that you could get proper "mental stimulation" (this mostly consisted of him reading different books to you from different planets). After that he'd try to get you to spend time in the playroom he made and designed for you during your regression. He didn't understand why you kept shying away from it, it wasn't some taboo subject, why won't you talk to him about it? After a successful attempt to get you to regress you'll spend time playing or whatever it is you liked to do while little, and the Master would watch over you. Your unofficial caregiver; who still called himself papa. After an unsuccessful attempt to get you regressed he'll allow you more time to yourself, though sometimes if he's had a particularly stressful day he'll lock you in your bedroom as punishment for being so rebellious. You'd end your day with dinner and maybe dessert if he's feeling gracious or you've been good, then you get a shower or a bath, lastly The Master tucks you into bed and you'll be left to sleep.

Weeks turned into months. The routine stayed the same minus the occasional planned trip out. It became more and more obvious the Doctor wouldn't come to "save" you, and that you would be left to lead your life with the Master. Speaking of the Master, you weren't allowed to refer to him as that anymore. He accepted nicknames and no title at all but he deliberately expressed anger and discomfort at you using his title.

You were so unsure with every move you made. Every decision and emotion felt tricky as you debated the morals and reason-ability of everything. Was it wrong to find peace here? Was it wrong to be a little unwilling? What should you do next? Should you fight to escape or should you give in to his affections? Whatever you chose, would you be in the wrong?

Immortality

It doesn't really matter to The Master whether or not you're compliant at this point he has to do what he has to do. Yes, it's only been a year and some change, but the signs of aging are still there. You're just a year older, but he's terrified of your death. Just the thought of it brings about an immense sense of dread and panic he's never experienced before, not even when faced with his own demise.

He won't lie he's been working on it since the moment he's decided to make you his kid. The Master knows how quickly humans grow old and decay. It bothers him to think of you like that. You're not even a grown up in your own mind; what do you mean your body still grows up anyways? It doesn't matter now. He's found a way to stop it. He can't make you deathless, but he can make you timeless and that's what matters. You'll never be put in harm's way with him so it doesn't matter anyways, besides this means he can still coo over you when you get a bruise or cut.

There is no hesitation for him, even if you aren't compliant by now he has no quarrels with tying you down to get things done. He knows this is scary and upsetting just be good for papa for a second. He made sure the needle wasn't too big and he's got your favorite ice cream waiting in the freezer for when you wake up.

As overwhelmed as he is, he relishes in your hyperactivity once you've woken up from your dose of immortality.

Establishment and Harmony (Balance)

Resistance is futile. Acceptance is so much easier, and more fun too.

The Master is a very organized caregiver. Everything you do is planned out or scheduled. At least the important things are. Even out of regression you don't have to worry about taking care of anything because it's already taken care of. Calling him papa out of regression got easier and easier as he never seemed to step out of the shoes of caregiving even when you weren't small.

"Not to fret, My Child, I will handle it."

You've found that papa really does know best. Every single time you've tried to be right about something he's proven you wrong. Every single time he said something would go a certain way it would. You have no idea if these scenarios were coincidence or acts of manipulation. At this point it was far too annoying to try to figure it out.

"Careful, My Dear, that isn't a toy you should be messing with."

He has a very particular way of talking to you, you've noticed. He seems more curt and cruel with others even if it's just in a subtle way. You don't see him interact with others often, but you've discovered that seeing him interact with other people is as good as any show. It's funny, in a way, watching him be silently sassy and judgmental to people. Mostly, it's entertaining, given how softly he talks to you in comparison.

"Quiet now, My Dear Creature, this is of the utmost importance, and I must focus."

You never truly worry about anything. Well, aside from wondering if he'll come back or die while out. He ensures you are completely comfortable and any possible need is met immediately. You are cared for without a second thought from the alien man.

"You're absolutely filthy, Dear Child. Come. I'll give you a bath."

He won't say it out loud, but you can tell in his weird way he loves you. Every action and word is full of affection that is just barely contained by a calm and collected composure.

"Good night, My Dear, I'm sure that peaceful dreams will find you soon."

Crispy Years

At this point in time The Master is just about as reliant on your presence as you are on his. He's very well aware of the peace and calm you've brought him, and even though he's still slightly too scared to say it out loud he loves you. Despite this, he's also incredibly aware of the fact that he can't care for you in this state. His body is too weak, he's in pain, and honestly he's feeling more violent than before. All in all he knows it's a bad decision to let you stay in the TARDIS during this time.

It's an incredibly emotional, mostly on your end given his refusal to let you see him cracking. He drops you off at a very nice looking penthouse and tells you to wait. Despite not wanting to listen to his instructions you do rather easily. You've grown rather attached to the time lord and his absence bothers you more than you want to admit. You do your best to waste time by messing with the many amenities and fancy furniture you could get your hands on. You don't regress much and when you do it's mostly crying for your papa in the very nice playroom.

It's only a few months, maybe 6 or 7, before you hear the light humming of a TARDIS and notice a new door in the living room.

Re Introductions

You both were incredibly hesitant. Unsure of what either would do next. You avoided his eyes for several minutes as he monologued about everything he felt you should be updated on. The way he spoke to you was different, the way he spoke in general was different. He was taller too. You supposed that came with the whole new body thing. Still had dark eyes, dark hair, and a goatee so maybe not so different?

Several minutes passed and you hadn't even moved from where you sat stiffly on the couch. Several minutes passed and you'd yet to make a peep. It'd been so long since he's seen you; he no longer knew if this was a good or bad reaction. Then again, you wouldn't look him in the eyes and you seemed on the brink of tears, so very likely negative. If he was stronger he'd just check for himself but he couldn't gather the amount of strength required to check your thoughts yet. He kept talking. He hoped it would make you feel better, safer. Perhaps he should've waited a bit longer, but he's selfish and wanted you back the second he knew he could. He was still your papa, that wasn't different. He still loved you cared for your well being. It isn't that jarring... You were however only a child, his child.

It took so much to hold yourself back. You didn't want to be rude; you had no idea how this new him would react to being cut off. It's why you couldn't make eye contact, not that you liked holding it anyways, but you knew the second you did you'd break down. That said, you were losing your damn patience. The second his eyes finally met yours the both of you paused. Well he did, you bolted out of your seat and into his arms.

The force knocked the wind out of you, but you kept hold of the time lord anyways. The sobs you let out couldn't have possibly been pretty. You didn't care. Pride meant very little. Speaking of little, finally being held again, the presence of the person you spent so many nights calling out for caused you to start slipping rather quickly.

The Master hesitated for a singular moment before wrapping you in his embrace. He would never admit to the tension that fled his body at holding you again. Relief speeding through both your and his veins. It was almost instinctual the way he noticed your slipping.

"Did you grow attached to any of the items here?" He asked you softly, rubbing your back slowly.

The light shake of your head was enough of an answer for The Master. He hoisted you into his arms with far too much ease for a man who hadn't held you in so long. It was only seconds before you were in the not-so familiar looking TARDIS. Only a few seconds before you two were shipped off into space. Only a few minutes before you were both inside a room that looked much more familiar to you.

Soft blankets, soft lights, soft stuffies, and soft arms wrapped around you; truly you were in heaven.

No, no. Not heaven. You were home.

Adjustments & Adventures

He was still your papa; he just does things a bit differently now. One thing was he smiled more. He openly joked about people and things. He also kept trying to get you to look at his pocket watch swinging back and forth?? For some reason?

There were things that stayed the same too. He still held this poise of regality and authority. He still reads to you in the library. He still hated the Doctor and wanted to destroy Earth.

You weren't hesitant after the first night back. You knew that he still loved you, and you knew he'd still take care of you. Everything just needed time to adjust.

Even your papa needed time to adjust. From what you gathered he wasn't all that certain in this new skin. He seemed unhinged at times (not that he wasn't already). It was kind of like he didn't know who he wanted to be. You think he used you a bit as a tool to help him with that struggle. Any time, at least when you were around, that he'd start to spiral he would come over to where you are or call you over and strike up a very random conversation. You learned the most effective thing you could talk about were all the things you think he should make or experiments he should do.

This new version of papa took you out more. Mostly places with very little life, but it was still fun. You got to go on adventures now, and even if they were completely calculated and controlled by the Master you would never need to know that. It was exciting and fun, and you learned stuff you never had the chance to before.

"Watch your head, Dear Girl, we don't need you getting a concussion now." He spoke evenly, but there was still a joyful expression on his face.

"No, that would ruin the whole plan." You nodded back playfully solemn before finally climbing over the wall.

The Master helped you even your steps out as you stumbled over the short wall. He also helped you brush the dirt off your outfit.

He had taken you to an odd planet that had blue grass and a green sky with two pink suns. You probably stood at the TARDIS door staring for 30 minutes. It was definitely less than that your papa wouldn't have waited that long, but you were so entranced you wouldn't have been surprised if it was that long.

He told you that you were both there to find a very special rock. Apparently it was made of something, you couldn't remember the name of, that could power a whole lot of machines. You told him that you two would be like Indiana Jones... He had no idea what that was.

The two of you trekked all the way to this cave with purple walls. You know you had to be talking your papas ear off, but you couldn't help your excitement. It was such a colorful planet!

What was even cooler? Once deeper in the cave he knocked on the wall and it lit up with speckles of magenta lights. The rock walls had even smaller rocks that glow with certain vibrations! It was how your papa ensured you both could see.

Once deep enough into the cave the Master stopped. He looked up at the pattern on the roof to make sure you both were in the right spot. This wouldn't be very fun if he forgot where he buried the mineral and then you went back to the TARDIS empty handed.

The two of you "uncovered the artifact", as you had dramatically said once it was in hand, in under an hour. The odd tools the Master brought kept progress at a quick and steady pace.

You were all but bouncing off the walls when your papa cleaned off the glowing yellow stone. It was so pretty! He even let you hold it as you started to leave the cave.

"You did very well, Little Adventurer." You beamed at his words. "Now let us get this back to the lab. I'll show you how it works."

The Cheetah Virus

You wouldn't lie, you were incredibly concerned and confused when you heard what sounded like a cat growling and the TARDIS door slamming shut. You also wouldn't lie that you ran very quickly to your room and under your bed the second you heard the thing entering the halls.

And you very well might have also screamed incredibly loud when they pulled you out.

Your eyes saw nothing because you were quickly pulled into a very familiar embrace. Your face was shoved into a very familiar chest. You had relaxed the second you realized it was your papa holding you.

His posture was tense, yet he still found enough joy to chuckle at your reactions. When you tried to crane your head up to look at him he pushed it back into his chest. You were a bit startled because you could've sworn he had just growled.

The Master noticed your distress as soon as it came. Of course he would, if he couldn't by now then he wouldn't be a good papa. It was even more obvious when he could quite literally smell your fear.

"Are you okay?" Your voice came out as small as you had felt.

"Everything is fine, little one. Just relax." He attempted to comfort you.

It was very strange, the new behaviors your papa adopted. You took note of everything you could find that was new. Like how his affinity for soft things developed into an affinity for large piles of blankets and pillows that resembled nest-like beds. Or how whenever you seemed upset he'd have this rumble start coming from his chest that you were almost sure was him purring.

He was more protective too; which you didn't think was possible. You hadn't been let outside the TARDIS for weeks, and once he finally did you both had to return back within the first hour because someone tried to flirt with you and the Master quite literally mauled them. He spent the next few hours bouncing between obsessing over you and ranting about how disgusting the person was.

"No one touches my child, no one gets to even look at you. No, no I'll have their heads."

If you remembered right, he was still angry about it by the time you fell asleep next to him in one of those bed-like piles of blankets.

Another thing was his need to make sure you are "properly groomed". Apparently your previous schedule wasn't good enough. He now spent hours a day brushing your hair, fixing your clothes, and some days you were given several baths.

Lastly the Master required more physical affection than before. He never really minded it before, but now he was almost always touching you. Holding your hand or holding you. You barely got to walk anymore, and when you did there were several times he just came up behind you then carried you away.

It was another new thing you had to adapt to, but you did quickly. Besides it was so much easier when you spent so much time giggling at your papa acting like a cat.

Separation

You'd been left behind by him again... This time it felt disturbingly more permanent. You don't even remember how you got here. The penthouse felt so... So lonely.

No letter, no goodbye. You remember falling asleep on the couch, by the fire, wrapped in your papas arms. Whatever was happening, why couldn't you just stay home in the TARDIS? Why did he deny you any answers? It wasn't fair! It hurts... How could he just leave you alone?

There was a strange sense of deja vu as your days blurred into each other. Regression once again spent crying for a caregiver that wasn't there. The cameras never blinked like they used to. The deliveries were no longer done by a person you could catch, only left at the door. The TV never seemed to go high enough to actually drown out the noise and dread bouncing around in your brain.

Depression hit you heavily during this time. You loved him. You became so reliant on him both emotionally and actively. You didn't care for yourself properly. So many years, it's almost like you'd forgotten how.

Your hair didn't look the same because you had no idea how to use the products he did. Your frame became lighter as you forgot to eat balanced meals and sometimes even forgot to eat completely. You could barely sleep at night. The words on the pages of every book looked like they were written in a form of cursive you could just barely read.

Everything was so much harder to do. So much more confusing. It was difficult. You were filled with grief that you couldn't explain. You were utterly alone.

Eventually, you relearned some things. Eventually, you got better, even just slightly. Eventually, you were able to do things just well enough to not be suffering everyday. You didn't care for yourself as well as he did, you figured out, but you did it well enough.

You regressed alone, you cooked and ate alone, you read alone, you slept alone, and you existed completely and utterly alone.

It got easier, or perhaps you grew a bit numb in your isolation.

5 years isn't that long in the face of eternity. Why would it matter? So maybe, you should have relaxed a little bit when you heard that knocking on your penthouse door.

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My Random Headcanons For Random Character Caregivers

The Flash

Eobard Thawne designs his little different pacifiers, and he's made them so so many with the Reverse Flash logo on 'em.

Harry Wells will help a little struggling to regress by making simple tasks much harder. E.g. giving them a remote in a language they don't know, giving them a puzzle that they couldn't finish even when big, and putting socks on their feet that make them walk more wobbly.

Cisco Ramon is a very laid-back caregiver as long as his little regresses over 6yrs. If his little regresses any younger he is a helicopter mom(specifically a mom).

Doctor Who

The Twelfth Doctor is always comfortable with touch so he compromises by having his little hold his sleeve by his hand.

The Master/Missy is borderline incapable of treating their little like an adult when they're out of regression.

The Master/Missy refuse to let their little call them by their title and will get incredibly upset or just ignore them until they use their caregiver title.

The Tenth Doctor starts ugly sobbing sometimes when cuddling with his little.

Misc

Alastor is so deeply scared to frighten his little; he will deliberately walk away from a kill just so his little doesn't see it (he is going back to kill the mf tho).

Gregory House is a jealous caregiver and is really bad at letting people babysit his little for fear they might start picking the other person.

Shu Sakamaki doesn't actually sleep when cuddling his little; he's far too busy secretly watching them because they're too cute to be ignored.

Sun/Moon prefer if their little doesn't work in the daycare because it makes it difficult for them to focus on the kids in the daycare. However, they also get upset if their little isn't working in the daycare.

Batman

Jason Todd is obsessed with carrying his little on his back, but will never put them on his shoulders for fear he'd drop them.

Jason Todd finds and reads children versions of his favorite books to his little. E.g. Lit for Little Hands the kids version of Pride and Prejudice. (a read along can also be found on youtube)

Dick Grayson falls asleep every single time his little and him cuddle.

Dick Grayson despite being an incredibly sweet/kind caregiver is equally controlling of his little.

Tim Drake likes playing detective with his little. He secretly loves them trying to be his Watson when he's working on a real case.

Slashers/Horror

Beetlejuice, despite being disgusting, is obsessed with keeping his little clean. E.g. always wiping their face after eating, giving them a bath as soon as you come back from playing outside, making sure they get their teeth brushed, and washing their hands before dinner.

Hannibal Lecter (specifically from the TV show) is a borderline beige mom so his little has two very large play rooms so that he doesn't have a meltdown about toys being all over the living room.

Will Graham is severely invested in the plot of What's New Scooby Doo, and will never hesitate to put it on for his little and himself.

Stu Macher is constantly taking his little out to amusement parks, arcades, and playgrounds.

Micheal Myers doesn't understand personal space, and is constantly standing almost on top of his little to make sure they're being/are safe.

Louis de Pointe du Lac lets his little feed from him; he sees it kind of like a mother breastfeeding their baby.

Lestat de Lioncourt has consistent gossip princess/prince/royal tea parties with his littles so that he can be up to date with all the play drama happening inside their head.

TMNT

2003!Michelangelo is constantly strapping his little to his chest, one because he thinks it's fun, two because he likes the closeness, and three because now he doesn't have to feel sad about leaving them alone.

Every version of Raphael gets cuteness aggression and have done terrible harm to their hands from biting it or punching a wall after witnessing their little do something cute.

Supernatural

Chuck still doesn't understand age regression, and he also doesn't understand why he cares about his little so much.

Lucifer is a protective caregiver and doesn't let mostly anyone near his little while their regressed.

Dean and Sam like having the same little so that if one is injured or overwhelmed the other can step in.

Castiel doesn't understand why Dean and Sam keep teasing him about cradling his little so often. He thoroughly believes he has to hold his little like this no matter what age.

Sanders Sides

Janus Sanders encourages their little to tell the most outlandish stories possible. Roman makes sure their story is the most entertaining it can be.

Remus barely communicates with their little, not cause he doesn't want to. He just keeps bleeping because of the sensor the others made. Probably for the best, but he does try to be appropriate.

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A Brand New Start

Yandere!Cg!Simm!Master x Little!Reader

Past Cg!Jacobi!Master/Professor Yana x Little!Reader

Notes- I wrote this while sitting in a car for 4 hours so pls forgive me if you hate it lol

Warnings- Toddler Regression, Grief/Mourning, Isolation, Surveillance Cameras, The Master's not so secretly a big meanie

The aftermath is difficult to deal with. Without fail, every time.

Regeneration was draining, at least that's what he told you... He told you he was still the same person just with a new body and memories he had forgotten. He also said that he couldn't just let you go either. Even once he remembered who he was he still felt the need to keep you around. According to him it was supposed to be a privilege to be so "liked" by someone like him. He spilled out this grand plan to destroy Earth which was also rather alarming, to put it lightly.

Each and every little detail he threw your way made things harder and harder to bear. He's still your papa, but he's an alien, he can regenerate, he's a genius, he's going to destroy Earth, this is how he's going to do it, Yana isn't coming back, you're not allowed to leave the house anymore, and he's never letting you go. He's still going to take care of you so don't worry.

None of his comforting helped. You still missed Yana, and you really were just so very confused.

You learned that he was aggressive and unstable. He'd mumble about drums in his head, and he'd destroy things when really mad. He likes his tea in a very particular way, and you're not allowed to make any because you're not allowed to touch the kettle. He likes really loud music and he laughs at jokes he doesn't say out loud. His taste in crisps is terrible. He's really, really good with electronics. He thinks the human race is a waste of planet. He insults your intellect constantly, but never seems to mean it in a bad way. And, he has a lot more rules than Yana did.

Some were in place so that you "don't disrupt his plans". Those being, not leaving the house and only being allowed to use the landline phone. Then there are the ones to "keep you safe". Those being, don't let anyone who isn't him into the house, don't touch anything in the kitchen unless he's given it to you or it's already made food, don't turn off the cameras, and never ever leave the house. Then there's the ones Yana had in place before that were basically just self care. Those being, eat 3 meals daily, go to bed at 10pm every night, shower as needed but at least one bath a week for relaxing, and do at least one mentally stimulating task a day. Lastly, he had some random ones. Those being, never bringing any animal into the house, never asking about the drums, never asking him about work, always asking when you want something, and never ever leaving the damn house.

One minor change that proved just as confusing and difficult to adjust to as the rest was his refusal to let you call him anything other than papa. Even out of regression, he wouldn't give you anything else to call him by. According to him, having you say his actual name would be incredibly upsetting to hear from you. It was a little less weird when you accidentally called Yana papa outside regression because he looked old enough to actually be your father. This version looked the same age as you, if not a tad bit older. He claims that it doesn't matter because he's hundreds of hundreds of years old, and with that he says to him, even when out of your regression you're still just a toddler. He's also petty enough that if you try addressing him without it or giving him another nickname he ignores you completely.

Honestly... You were tired. You've experienced loss before; you know you can cope. But, does this even count as loss? He's still papa just different. You can sometimes see flashes of the man you knew before in his eyes. He knows things only Yana knew. It's still him, so why does it hurt so badly?

You feel lonely. Like there's a pit in your belly that just keeps filling with black tar and bile. You miss your old papa. You barely regress around this new papa, and it's taking its toll. He claims he cares about you. You aren't so sure he does...

It was, arguably, a bad idea that the first time you felt yourself regressing in a while you ran a bath. Arguably a bad idea to not call new papa to let him know you're going to need help. Arguably a bad idea that as soon as you slipped into the tub you let yourself slip completely. Arguably the worst idea to not shut the faucet off first.

The water rose and rose and you hadn't even noticed at all. You are far too busy playing with the ducks and ships and the growing piles of bubbles. You weren't really listening to the sound of the water running, and for a moment you didn't notice the absence of the noise at all, but when you did you froze. You looked at the faucet to confirm it was off, then around the room. Your gaze landed on your new papa. It was a bit startling and your face showed that well.

He sat the towels he was pulling out of the closet onto the counter before he faced you. In an instant his once neutral expression lit up. And, you noticed him giggling at your shock.

"I was wondering when you'd notice me." His voice was light and filled with glee.

He doesn't hesitate to practically skip over to the edge of the tub where he kneels down to be at eye level. You sink back a bit into the bubbles. Your shock melts away into embarrassment. How did you not notice him coming in? He stares at you for a few seconds before his hand moves up to pet your wet hair.

"Poor dumb little thing..." His words sting, but his voice is affectionate. "Should've waited for papa to get home, then again it's far past your bedtime. Isn't it?"

Honestly, you had no idea what time it was. You barely thought of anything outside of him being here and how you really want to play with the bubbles and toys some more. The bath was still hot and you haven't been able to play in so long.

When his hand comes down to cup your face you lean into it instantly. You've been needing this so badly. The affection, the playing, all of it. Just a little bit of time to let go of all of the big thoughts that have been haunting you. You can feel your lip wobble and pressure build behind your eyes. Why did everything have to be so hard? Why couldn't you just play in the tub?

Papa easily wipes away all the tears that you let fall. He springs to his feet. "Let's get you all cleaned up, yeah?" The way he said it was cheerful, but also stern enough to know that things were going to progress either way.

You weren't all that sure what to do next given the very sudden change in the energy he was putting out. One second calm and holding your face the next bouncing around the bathroom to get things set up to wash your hair. It's dizzying. You couldn't help but giggle at his over-expressions.

When he finally comes back over, he settles by the top of the tub. You turn slightly to try to look at him, but he pushes your cheek lightly to get you to face the faucet again.

"Now," He says, leaning down and resting his chin on the top of your head. "Where do we start?" He gives a light hum before you feel a finger poking your side. "Mayybe here?"

You laugh as he pokes at you over and over again, asking if it's where he should start. First your side, then your thigh, then your arm, and lastly your cheek. Your laughter dies down a bit when he settles his hands on your shoulders.

"Hmm?" He questions like you said something. "You're right. We really should start here." He says animatedly, setting his hands now where his head used to sit.

Very suddenly and without warning water was poured over your head. You squealed loudly while he laughed. The smell of something sweet hit your nose and made you feel just a bit hungry. Next you feel your new papa massaging soap and suds into your hair.

You hadn't felt so peaceful in so long. The ducks glide along the water with your hand as an engine. You giggle at the silly stories you made for the birds in your head, your new papa is very busy washing your hair and conditioning it, and very little words come past his or your lips.

"As absolutely adorable as you are," He claims with a kiss to your temple. "It is very far past your bedtime."

You were tired... The ducks would be fine without you; they love it in here. Besides, it's best not to upset papa when he's in such a good mood.

You lift your arms up slightly in what you thought was a very obvious gesture telling him to pick you up. Truthfully, you may have forgotten that you could walk, or stand, or y'know have legs.

Turning back to face you with towel in hand, your papa tilts his head with an amused and confused face. "Cute. What are you doing?"

Your arms drop back down slightly with your dejection. The second he takes half a step forward your arms shoot back up. You open and close your hands in a grabbing motion. If he was just a little closer for you to grab him. You all but sob while trying to get him to pick you up.

He just stands there amused with the towel in his hand.

Soon enough you throw your hands down causing two large splashes. You huff a bit with a halfhearted attempt to not start crying.

He still doesn't change his stance or expression. "Use your words, Princess." He tells you in an almost teasing tone.

Words? Oh, right, tell him what you want. Why did he have to make you use your words. Your tongue felt tied without even moving it.

Between sniffles and whines you finally spit out a few words. "Papa, up."

You didn't look at him while you said it; you were far too busy wiping away your tears which only made your face more wet.

"Alrighht." He says with dramatized exhaustion. "Come here."

He finally picks you up. He wraps the towel around you as he does getting one corner of the towel drenched in water. Your papa picks you up with an ease a man his size shouldn't have. He lets you lay your head on his shoulder even though your hair was soaking the fabric of his dress shirt.

Everything passes so simply. He dries you off, changes your clothes, brushes your hair, gives you a paci, and then lays you down for bed. It's routine he doesn't remember well, but it all felt instinctual. He's done this a million times before. It was so calming, a fact that both warmed him and disturbed him.

You whine when he goes to leave you alone. Your hands make a tired attempt at luring him back to you. You were so sleepy... Why didn't he wanna cuddle you?

"Alright, alright." He sounds annoyed, but there’s a smile on his face.

The second your papa sat down you cuddled into him. His hold was tighter than it used to be, and his body felt warmer. Still, it felt like home, like safety, like joy. You fall asleep quickly. The stress was finally gone and you could rest.

The Master took a moment to look over the scene in front of him. He still doesn't know why he adored you the way he did. He loved every emotion and action you did... It haunted him, almost in a way. A child, his child wrapped up tightly in his arms. He knew you missed who he was before. He knew it was a difficult adjustment that you didn't seem to grasp entirely, but this was a big step in the right direction. Soon enough you won't be so hesitant. Soon enough everything will fall into place. Right now things are perfectly in place, his campaign, his plans, and his child.

It wouldn't be that bad to get some sleep himself, would it?

[littlelambscandyland]

MasterList (New and Improved)

Pink Stories are Forced Age Regression/Yandere & Blue Stories are Fluffy/Comfort Age Regression.

All Are "x reader" Fics

Cartoons

Donatello's Little Love - Rise of the TMNT (Donatello)

Baby Love - Rise of the TMNT (Casey Junior)(Caregiver!Reader)

Yandere Caregiver Headcanons - Rise of The TMNT (The Hamato Brothers)

Bunker Down - Gravity Falls (Stanford and Stanley Pines)

Mister Who? - Gravity Falls (Stanford Pines)

DC Superheros & Villains

Precious Thing - The Flash CW (Eobard Thawne & Eowells)

His Baby - The Flash CW (Eobard Thawne)

Calling Them Momma/Mommy - The Flash CW (Multi Wells & Eobard Thawne)

Giggly Scenarios - The Flash CW (Multiple Wells)

I Know Your Secret - The Flash CW (Sherloque Wells)

What's Best For You - The Flash CW (Eobard Thawne)

Babygirl's Candy - The Flash (Harrisco)

Run Away Baby - The Flash CW (Multiple Wells)

Caregiver Headcanons - The Flash CW (Multiple Wells)

Yandere Caregiver Headcanons - The Flash CW (Multiple Wells)

Momma Wells - The Flash CW (H.R. Wells)

Baby Flower - Batman (Batfamily)

How You Became Baby Flower - Batman (Batfamily)

Week One (With Baby Flower) - Batman (Batfamily)

Their Little Sister - Gotham (The Valeska Twins)

Bunny, Bunny, Bunny - Gotham (Jervis Tetch)

Calling Them Momma/Mommy - Gotham (The Valeska Twins & Jervis Tetch)

Caregiver Headcanons - Gotham (The Valeska Twins)

(Not) Gordon's Daughter - Gotham (The Valeska Twins)

Don't Touch Their Baby - Gotham (The Valeska Twins)

Yandere Caregiver Headcanons - JL Flashpoint Paradox (Thomas Wayne)

Tv Shows

Let Her Be - House MD (Gregory House)

A Baby? A Baby. - House MD (Gregory House & James Wilson)

"Babying" - House MD (Gregory House)

My Dad (And The Present) - House MD (Gregory House)

Hide 'N Seek - Doctor Who (Tenth and Eleventh Doctor)

Calling Them Momma/Mommy - Doctor Who (Tenth to Fifteenth Doctor)

Frequent Flashbacks - Doctor Who (Eleventh Doctor)

Surprise - Doctor Who (Tenth Doctor)

"O"h No - Doctor Who (Dhawan!Master)

Calling Them Momma/Mommy - Doctor Who (The Masters & Missy)

A Brand New Start - Doctor Who (Simm!Master)

I've Got You Now - Doctor Who (Dhawan!Master)

My Baby, All Mine - Doctor Who (Dhawan!Master)

A Day In The Life Of A Sakamaki Little - Diabolik Lovers (The Sakamaki Brothers)

Horror

Calling Them Momma/Mommy - Interview With The Vampire (Loustat & Armandaniel)

Calling Them Momma/Mommy - Hannibal NBC & TSOTL (Hannibal Lecter, Clarice Starling, & Will Graham)

Caregiver Headcanons - The Silence of the Lambs (Clannibal)

Just a Little Forced - Scream (Billy Loomis & Stu Macher)

You'll Learn - Five Nights At Freddy's (William Afton)

Stories (Series)

A New Perspective - Diabolik Lovers (Sakamaki Brothers)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Four Versus One - Rise of the TMNT (Hamato Brothers)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Something New - Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (Beetlebabes)

Part 1

The Timeline

Part 1

My Random Headcanons For Random Characters As Caregivers

List One

Original Characters

Original Character(s) Poll

Physical Appearance

Non Little Blog (Has some agere content but has a TON of other stuff. Proceed with caution) @jokingmisfit

[littlelambscandyland]

How'd They React If You Called Them Momma/Mommy While Regressed

Delgado!Master- He's just slightly confused. He's still incredibly new to all the Earth has to offer which is on the very long list of reasons he accepted your regression so easily; it's right under him seeing you as a child anyways. Yes, on Gallifrey they're interchangeable because parents could regenerate to different genders in a moment, but do humans also consider this title flexible?

"Yes, yes, I'm here, dear child." He tells you while petting back your hair.

Honestly he doesn't mind too much. He thinks it showcases just how much of a child you really are, unable to tell the difference and latching on completely to the only being who could bring you true comfort your papa/momma like a lifeline. Will be looking up what human mothers do to care for their children in order to ensure he's properly caring for you.

Ainley!Master- Unless you were with him before this body and you already called him that, he'll be incredibly confused. Completely freezes and starts to assess his body (he swears he picked out a man's body). Recovers in literal seconds, and you don't even notice him pausing.

"Papa, my dear." He corrects simply, still complying and coming over to look at the drawing you were so desperately trying to show him.

He much prefers papa/daddy/dada but will still respond, albeit unenthusiastically, to the ladder. It isn't that he doesn't think that you're absolutely adorable when you say it, its just he's, secretly, still a little scrambled from taking on this new body and doesn't feel completely like himself, and he uses you as a grounding tool. He'll give a one word correction, but overall just ignores that title and calls himself your daddy/dada/papa.

Simms!Master- Immediately, laughs so hard you think he's going to pass out. He isn't trying to be mean, he just is by nature. Once he's done laughing he questions everything you are out loud trying to pinprick what made you title him that way.

"I don't know, brat, seems like just any other pathetic creature on this planet." He tells you playfully, pretending to examine the plush frog you've just handed him.

He's incredibly hesitant to respond to anything other than daddy/papa/dada because he fears looking soft; that being said, he will respond, but if anyone else was in the room that person disappears, it doesn't matter who. You're his child no matter what you call him, but please stop ruining his reputation already keeping you around is damaging enough. He tries really hard to make you stop by teasing you but it's almost like you're immune to his words, and when/if they do make you upset he's incredibly quick to make an attempt at remedying the situation.

Silver!Simms!Master- If you were his little before he won't give too much of a reaction, but if you're new he's definitely, at the very least, snickering at you. He might still tease you a bit, but he's much more chill about it than before. Finds a bit of comfort in it sometimes because it shows in an odd way that he is so important to you that you refer to him as both figures.

"Terrible plan, but good attempt, sweetheart." He replies to you distractedly with a simple pat to your head.

It's just the two of you most of the time, so appearances don't matter as much. He's calmer and more certain than he was before; he's your parent, your caregiver, and it doesn't matter what you call him even if he thinks it's a little silly. Yes, yes, he's your momma/mommy, now will you please shut up and let him get some work done on these Cybermen?

Gomez!Master/Missy- Almost cries when you finally call her mommy/momma. Yes, she was coaching you and calling herself it this entire time, but deep down she feared you wouldn't want her to care for you. This singular moment just made her entire regeneration.

"Oh, darling, you look as spectacular as mommy does!" She compliments, the mirror showcasing her proud smile as she stands behind you.

As many plots and plans she has, as many victories and planets she's conquered, she'll never admit it out loud but gaining that title is one of her biggest accomplishments. Sometimes she'll ignore you just to hear you call out for her again; it makes her feel needed and necessary. At the end of the day all she wants is to come back home, the TARDIS, and coddle, swaddle, and cuddle her little baby because that's what a good mommy/momma does.

Dhawan!Master- Depending on the timeline he might slip up and call himself momma/mommy, forgetting he's not a woman anymore. If not he's still very far from offended by it. He smiles so widely it's almost like he's baring his teeth at you (In a good way!?).

"Momma's here, love, there's no need to squawk so much." He says, feigning annoyance as he lifts you onto his hip.

It feels instinctual to him. The words have always been interchangeable, and he doesn't care what you call him (parental wise) as long as it showcases how reliant you are on him (dangerously unstable much). He doesn't bat an eye at it, and anyone who does will lose said eye.

[littlelambscandyland]

Accidentally left for another 3 weeks 😅. Whoops!

I promise to come back fully soon, but I thought I should give an update on what's taking me so long. I am currently moving (again) and it's incredibly stressful. Hopefully, however, new adventures and opportunities will arise with this move. It's strenuous, between work and packing I only get so much time to myself, and I haven't had that much energy to write.

With all of that I probably will post some more at random, but there will likely be bigger gaps between posting or me bombarding with posts. I fully move out in June, and with most of my items going into storage unpacking should only take a few days, so I should be fully back around July if not sooner; don't hold me to that though, I might cry.

This whole thing feels bittersweet. I'm looking at things both optimistically and realistically. It's hard, but I'm okay. I'll be okay. And, maybe this post wasn't necessary, but if I'm honest I feel more connected to all of you than any of the people I interact with on a day to day.

I hope that wherever any of you are in life or place that you know someone out there cares and someone is listening.

I love you all so much!! I'll see you soon. 😘

[littlelambscandyland]

"O"h No

Yandere(?)Cg!Dhawan!Master x Little!Fem!Reader

Notes- I've discovered both the Master and Missy, so don't be surprised when I spam stories for them, I've fallen in love.

Warnings- Identity Theft (lol), Hypnotism, Sad/Manic O(Master)

The beating on your door rang loudly through your flat. Not so much angry as it was panicked pounding. You rushed as quickly to the door as you could. Cautionary instinct overrides care and you check the peephole. Concern draws on your brows when you see your best friend pacing in the hall. Quickly you open the door.

Instantly O stops his pacing and looks to you with pained eyes.

"What happened?" You question allowing him to speed into your flat as you close the door and follow his steps to the living room.

"What happened?" He laughs, but it sounds strained and hurt. "I can't-" He laughs again. "I can't tell you what happened."

It's a bit frightening how he paces around pulling at his hair. He mumbles angrily and laughs maniacally and stomps loudly around the room.

"Well, how, um, how do I help you."

"Come here." He commands with his arms out wide and his eyes staring down into yours heavily. You can see dirt (or was it soot?) on his hands.

Without hesitation you walk into his hold and he cradles you against his chest. O rocks lightly back and forth. His shaky breath is loud in your ears. He smells like galbanum and smoke.

You've never seen him like this. The man has always been almost calm in a way, happy. Of course, he's had his manic streaks, but never like this. It scared you. Not for yourself but for whatever happened to him that hurt him so deeply.

"My baby... So sweet." O whispers out, still rocking the both of you. "My babygirl..."

He moves his head and buries his face in your hair. A blush crosses your face at the nickname he normally reserves for your regression.

"You would never lie to me, would you?"

"Why would I lie to you?" You question back at the odd inquiry.

You can hear him breathe out a smile; whether it's genuine or not you can't tell. O holds you by the shoulders and pulls you off to look you in the eyes. You've felt it before, the odd feeling dragging and pulling you sometimes when you look him in the eyes. They were such a deep beautiful shade.

"Tell me the truth. Would you ever lie to me?" He questions again.

As much as you want to question him again, the answer slips out before you can think. "No."

A smile widens across his face. He looks at you with eyes that are crazed yet filled with adoration.

"Do you love me?" He asks and you feel that pull again.

"Yes."

His grip and eyes lose some of their intensity. "Are you my little girl?"

"Uh huh." You answer with a nod, the feeling of slipping suddenly overwhelming you.

You try to fight the feeling. You're supposed to be comforting him! You can't just regress all willy nilly! You can feel yourself slipping more as what feels like a force pushes into your mind.

Like he read your mind, O comforts you back. "It's okay, darling, I want to take care of you." He pulls you back into a hug and he sounds close to pleading. "Let me have this. Just- Let me have my baby."

Bonus The Fam Dialogue!! (A Little While After the Reveal)

"He doesn't love her. He doesn't love anyone. Maybe Missy could have, but she's long gone now, and the Master doesn't care for anyone, and most certainly doesn't care for a human." The Doctor rants anxiously.

"Well..."

"Well, what? Don't "well" me." She pouts.

"I think Graham's just a little confused, like the rest of us, because he probably noticed even when the Master was pretending to be O he looked at her like she hung the stars." Yaz explains. "Perhaps it's possible that he does feel something for her."

"He did teleport her off the plane." Ryan tacs on.

"And live with her for 9 months."

"And called her "baby"." Graham chimes in.

"He doesn't- He can't- There's no way he feels- He's not in love with her, so it has to be something else." The Doctor stutters through. "What else could there be?"

"She regresses."

"She what?"

"Regresses." Yaz states. "She told me about it once. Essentially, she sometimes feels like a child."

"So when he called her baby he meant it in a more literal sense?"

"That still doesn't-" The Doctor cuts herself off. "She's the same one that Missy fell for."

"What do you mean?" Graham questions.

"Missy. The Mistress, that's who his last regeneration was. She told previous me that she fell in love with a human, but not, not in the romantic sense. No, she said she loved her like a mother would. She never interacted with the girl because she was too scared she'd put her in danger. I suppose that's another thing that's changed..."

"So do we still need to save her?"

"I would say yes, but does she even need saving?"

[littlelambscandyland]

Four Versus One (Part 3) (A Rocky Start)

Yandere!Cg!Hamato Brothers x Little!Fem!Reader

Notes- SHE'S BAACK~ I can't believe I haven't updated this in almost a year! Guys, Gals, and Pals I am so sorry! Also thank you to everyone who interacted with "Surprise" without y'all I probably wouldn't have realized I posted and hid away for another week lol

Warnings- Kidnapping, Breakdowns, Drugging Mentions, Effects of Drugging, Breaks in Reality, Slightly Abrupt Chapter Ending

Previous Chapter

Your head hurts so much. Colors dance in your eyes and the world spins on its own. Your body felt warm, but your cheeks felt cold. Heavy blankets weigh your already weighted body down; they protect you well from the cold air around you. The room smells like mildew.

Your mind refuses to catch up with itself. Every detail came and passed in your mind at a fast pace. Nothing seemed truly reachable. Not even the why or where stayed in your head too long.

Turning over felt strenuous, but you did it anyway. Why did your bed feel so much softer than you remember? You finally drag yourself forward with great effort. The urge to cry hits you, and it only grows as you realize your surroundings aren't familiar. A sob slips out of your mouth. You stumble out of the bed only to trip on your own feet. Overwhelming emotions eat at your mind. Where are you? What are you supposed to do? Are you safe? Why can't you push these feelings away?

The ground is cold against your knees and hands, and it only increases your dread. Why is the floor so hard? Why did it feel damp? Despite your fear the cold makes you wish you would’ve pulled one of the blankets with you. Of course you didn’t think you’d just fall to the floor. You definitely didn’t think you’d keep falling every time you tried to stand.

With all the overwhelming fear clouding your mind you gave up to sit on the cold ground, shivering and crying.

“Oh no! Oh, no, no!” You hear a boyish voice speak. 

The voice only makes you curl up on the floor in an attempt to hide yourself away. You could hear feet padding through the room closer and closer to you. You didn’t want to face whatever reality this was. You didn’t want to know. You didn’t want any of it.

As soon as a pair of oddly textured arms wrap around you, you start screaming.  It didn’t seem to matter how much you fought you ended up with your face shoved into a hard chest with someone's head sitting on top of yours keeping it from moving. You had no idea who it was; during your flailing and screaming you only caught glimpses of green and orange. Though you were growing more sure the question should be what it was.

“Poor thing~” The voice says, pulling you into an impossibly tighter hold. “I know this is super duper scary, but we’re not going to hurt you. I promise.” The last sentence comes out happy and optimistic, and you're pulled back in its hold with one arm keeping your legs wrapped around its body slightly as they cannot reach around it completely.

Looking up, your brain pauses. This can’t be real. This cannot be real! Your brain is tricking you. Everything floods back too quickly. How could you forget what happened? They came out of a portal! They- They drugged you and abducted you! No… No. No. No! This can’t be happening! It’s not real. It’s not real!

As your breathing increases the turtle, you now recognize as Mikelangelo, pulls you back to cradle you in his arms. Just like from what you remember of the other two, the turtle dwarfed your form quite a bit making it easy for him to move you around despite your stiffness.

“Aww, it’s okay. You’re okay~” He attempts to comfort in a sing-songy tone.

“Dude, what happened?” A new concerned voice starts.

Remembering exactly the situation you’re in you begin to writhe against the box turtles hold again. 

As he balances you in his arms he responds to the other. “I don’t know man. I think she’s just scared.”

“Well of course she’s scared! Her whole world just got flipped upside down. Besides she’s just a baby, she can’t handle this kinda thing. What I meant was, why is she not still in bed? That drug Donnie gave her, she should still be too tired to move.” Ignoring the comments he made, you think you’ve pinned the voice as Raphaels.

“Well, I found her crying on the floor. I couldn't just leave her there just cause she wasn’t supposed to be movin around yet.”

“I didn’t say that. I’m just sayin we should get her back to bed.” The snapping turtle claims.

“Weell~ you should’ve been more specific.”

You continue to struggle as the two bicker. Truly it wasn’t worth the effort in the end. You made no progress getting out of his hold and they were right those drugs really were making you tired, maybe a little dizzy too. The same moment you quit struggling the two stop their back and forth. There’s a beat of silence as they stare at your worn out form attempting to catch your breath from your panicked movements.

A part of you still didn’t believe any of this was real. That part told you this was all just a really bad dream and you were going to wake up and be fine. Then again, dreams don’t normally include waking up in the middle of them, at least, not like this.

You slump against Michelangelo's arms much too tired to keep trying. Your tries at processing this weren’t working. You can hear the two of them coo at how cute you look “all tuckered out”. You can’t make out the words but Raphael whispers something before making his way back over to you both.

“Here, sweetheart, you’ve gotta be thirsty. You humans get dehydrated so quickly! April told us that.” He tells you in a soft happy tone.

As exhausted as you’ve suddenly become you didn’t realize he was holding a straw to your mouth. You didn’t even think twice when the younger one held it to your lips so you could drink it. When the drink did hit your tongue you let out a small hum at the sweet tasting milk. If you knew any better you’d think this was alright, that you were safe, and everything was fine. Sadly, you did know better. 

You were still scared, but a wave of peace was washing its way over you.

Before anything else could occur an uncomfortable realization comes to mind. You were regressing. Slowly slipping given all of the things attacking your sensibilities. Of course it shouldn't be that disturbing, but you haven't regressed in a very long time; after such a large break in reality too. It's been so long, how are you supposed to push it down? You need to get away from here. All the stress, really it was bound to push you here. This is bad. This is so bad. What are you going to do?

You suppose nothing for now, because before the panic could build back up and settle in your eyes slip closed and you fall back to sleep in the mutants arms.

[littlelambscandyland]

Hello! I've seen that your requests are open so if it's alright, is it okay if you write platonic yandere Tenth Doctor with a teen companion whom he just sees as his little one? And teen reader got so creeped out and tries to leave the TARDIS and him which in turn made the doctor forced to keep them in the TARDIS (kidnapping) with a special room already prepared for them Incase they tried to leave and it's basically a nursery where he would try to force the reader to age regress because in his words, reader is too young to make such assumptions and shouldn't be by herself.

Anyway thank you!

I'm literally living for this request rn. I really do think that the Tenth Doctor is a delusional yandere and I really love this concept and tying that in a little. I still feel new to writing for Doctor Who so I hope I characterized him properly. I hope you enjoy the story!

Surprise

^^Live reaction of when reader said she was going to leave^^

It's not that you didn't care for the Doctor, you just had to leave. It was all just too much. Every moment, every touch just felt wrong. Felt off. It was like he saw something that wasn't actually there when he looked at you. So you packed your bags, and you know he isn't happy about it, but you had to leave. Maybe you were overthinking, but you didn't think so. You thought this through, and things were weird.

Eventually, the little things just pile up. A few examples include...

Just the other day the Doctor insisted, in public, that you couldn't possibly understand how to feed yourself the food. Eventually you gave up fighting and were left with the alien hand feeding you in the middle of the foreign restaurant.

He's constantly explaining things to you like you were a toddler. Of course you thought he did that with all humans, but when he interacted with others, like Donna, he spoke to them like an adult. Yeah, you're a teen, but you're not a toddler, and you are definitely not stupid.

Another thing is, the Doctor insists on carrying you around places. He'll suddenly ask if you're tired then start carrying you around with his freaky alien strength.

You noticed he always pushes people away from you. Anytime someone tries to talk directly, unless it's one of the other companions, he stands between the two of you and dominates the conversation. It's quite isolating.

One time, during a particularly long adventure, he kept introducing you to people as his kid. Once again, he easily explained it was for the cover, but the way he acted and the way he said it felt deeper. The Doctor kept you by his side that entire trip; quite literally, as he held you on his hip half the time you were there.

Maybe it was just in his nature. You don't know anything about aliens, but you can't handle the oddities anymore. You need your life back without a lanky man, alien, dude trying to dote on you.

You didn't have too much to pack, most of your stuff was provided by the TARDIS. Of course, you wanted to take some more with you, but it just didn't feel right. You did pack some of the little trinkets the Doctor had gotten you over the past few months. Was it a few months or was it years? You haven't aged, so you're almost certain it's only been a few months, but then again, it feels like it's been a lot longer. You shake your mind clear and continue packing.

You throw your final outfit into your bag and zip it up. A sigh passes your lips as you sit on your bed. You feel terrible for leaving, you feel exhausted, you feel nervous, and you feel kinda liberated. You'll miss going on adventures, and you'll miss the Doctor. You just have to live your own life. You have to grow up, and it seems like he doesn't want you to do that.

A light knock startles you. Looking up you see the Doctor peeking his head inside nervously. You're glad he doesn't seem as upset as he was earlier when you told him you wanted to go home. You watch as he looks around your room. Seeing all the trinkets missing from your shelf and the suitcase on your bed he deflates a bit. Did he not realize you were serious? Watching the sad look in his eyes you assume he was more just hoping you weren't.

"All ready to go?" He holds an incredibly sad smile.

Guilt eats at your gut. "Yeah..."

The alien looks around one more time before clasping his hands with a forced enthusiastic smile. "Wonderful!" The Doctor looks at you for a second. "Well before you go I do have one last thing to show you."

You hesitate for a moment.

"C'moon one more mini adventure before you're off!" He smiles, almost devilishly. "We don't even have to leave the TARDIS."

"An inside adventure." You muse with a small smile. It wouldn't hurt. You couldn't lie, you were curious.

The Doctor holds his hand out to you with a bright smile. Slightly giddy, you grab his hand and let him lead you out of your room. Now that you think of it, that's another thing he enjoyed, he was always holding your hand. You both walk down the halls of the TARDIS in a silence that was much less awkward than earlier. The Doctor's mood already seems to have lifted from earlier.

After a few minutes you start to wonder more frequently where the two of you were walking. You always forget how big the TARDIS really is.

"What are showing me anyways?"

The Doctor smiles back at you. You always did look at him with stars in your eyes. "It's a surprise."

"Ugh, lame!" You jokingly complain.

Eventually you end up near a pretty familiar looking door. It was the Doctor's bedroom. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You've been in there once or twice before. Your most prominent memory was when you were sick and the alien insisted on having you stay with him instead of sleeping alone.

"Why are we here?" You question again.

"Still a surprise." He leans down with a slight playful whisper.

He opens the door, swinging it open with a playful "Allons-y" and a gesture to go in. You roll your eyes at him, but follow in anyways. Waiting for him to direct you, you take a second to look around. The room looks as nice as you remember. It was the stars randomly placed that really interested you. The different decorations take your attention for a few seconds.

"Little Star?" The Doctor calls to you.

You were waiting for him to finally call you one of his random nicknames again. Either way, you draw your attention back to him. He grins wider as he points at a door. A door you don't remember being there before, but then you've never really investigated the Doctors room before.

"Well... Open it." He says with a dramatic push.

You grin, he really thought you were gonna make it easy on him. "What if I don't want to?" You challenge.

The doctor quickly falls into a playful scowl. "Oh, you know you want to."

You giggle at the goofy face he makes.

"C'moon!"

You laugh again before opening the door. Once again, your face scrunches with confusion when you walk through the door. You're greeted with a very colorful, very pastel room. No, not just a room, it was very obviously a nursery. Some of the items seemed off size-wise, like the crib was much too big for a baby and the princess dresses hanging on the rack wouldn't fit a child.

You're a bit frozen in place as you try to figure out just exactly why the Doctor wanted to show you this. Frozen as you try to figure out what exactly this is. When you shake out of it, you turn to look at him. Creepily, he's just staring at you with a big smile.

Seeing your confused face he frowns just a bit. "Don't you like it?"

"It's a nursery right?" He nods. "Then, why would I like it?" You're almost angry with the situation and the confusion he's causing.

Really you're just scared to be proven right. Scared to be proven his actions were far from normal.

"Well it's yours!" His laugh borders hysterics. A nervous, excited noise. "I wasn't going to show you so soon, but you've come to that silly conclusion that you can just pop off on your own, and well I can't just let you run off like that."

"Doctor, you're scaring me."

Your facade of calmness fails you as both your voice and hands shake. What the hell is he going on about?

"Oh," He steps forward and you step back. "I know. Such a small thing," The Doctor shakes his head. "So naive and sweet. Of course you're scared. But! That is one of the reasons why this is good for you. You're so young and you make all these silly assumptions, you can't possibly take care of yourself."

"Doctor, I want to go home." You interrupt his rant.

"The TARDIS is your home!" He sounds close to anger when he shouts it.

You can feel your chest tightening. The alien looks a mixture of manic and lovesick. You've never seen him like this. You were terrified.

"I've taken very good care of you, but I can take even better care of you here. Isn't that nice? No more worrying, no more problems." The Doctor comes up to you too quickly for you to back away and wraps you in his arms. "You're so young, pet, you don't know what's good for you," He says, running fingers through your hair. "But I do."

"I want to go home."

His arms tighten around you. "No."

Tears fall in lumps down your face. You try to push the Doctor off of you but he doesn't budge. Instead, he lifts you off the ground and starts rocking in his arms.

"Please, let me go." You sob out.

"Oh, I know it's so much to handle for you right now, but I promise it'll be okay. Papa's got you."

[littlelambscandyland]

Am I aware that at least 50% of the characters I write wouldn't actually be able to pick me up? Absolutely, yes. Am I going to keep writing every fictional character with the ability to carry the reader? Absolutely, yes.

[littlelambscandyland]

Hi, everyone! I'm going to post all of the fics later next week or the next one after that starting with 4v1. I'm just going through a really hard time right now and need a break, but I'll be back soon I promise.