#Jacobi!Master/Reader

[dreamsinmoonlight]

From Eden

(This. Would. Not. Go. Away. I had this pop up in my head while on a bus and then it kept bugging me until I wrote it so here it is.

It is a very weird fanfic I feel but it's for us Master fans and we're weird and they're weird so makes sense. It is not for one Master in particular; it is for the seven most notable ones, as noted in the notes. I apologize if you wanted more of one particular Master, I do want to make proper ones later but this needed to be the whole group of them.

This whole thing is set to "From Eden" by Hoizer, specifically the Mahogany Session version; I recommend listening to that song while reading this

Fandom: Doctor Who

Characters: The Master (Delgado, Crispy, Ainley, Jacobi/War, Simm, Missy, Dhawan), Reader (Time Lord)

Pairing: Master x Reader

Genre: Romance

Summary: It's a dance, through time, through space, through victories and through defeats. There is so few constants in the universe but you are his.)

It started at one.

He smiled at you in that charming, hypnotic way of his and you felt as if you could trust him to the ends of the universe. You knew deep in your bones that you would and as he offered his hand to you, you took it without a second of hesitation. Those burning eyes of his were upon you and only you; the music played around you and the Tardis hummed along but he seemed only interested in you.

You were his companion, the one and only. There were many for that other bleeding heart, the one who stood against him, the one who kept getting in the way, but you were a singular point and impossible to imitate, if your favorite danger was to be believed. You'd met him more than once, both monster and savior, and you found the man with the suave way of trying to bring upon domination far more interesting.

His smile, his voice, the way he held your hands in his as he danced with you, feeling his touch despite his gloves; his movements were playful but in every step graceful and calculated. There was control to it, to everything he did, and you could not help but trust him to take control, to be in command. Though you knew that the end result could only be trouble. At least you'd face it together.

It went to two.

He was broken, burnt, hurting. And there was a desperation that oozed from each and every pore of a dying body. Regeneration, revenge, survival, destruction, you understood and you followed along still.

But even death had time for a dance. His movements were far more sluggish and stiff, a body that could not move as well, as fast, as easily. But you saw still in his eyes the soul of the man you loved, the spirit of one who could not, would not, be held back by anything, not by imprisonment, not by defeat and surely not by something by as silly and unimportant as death.

The world around you was silent and hurting but you knew all the best ways to make music nevertheless. Though neither of you truly needed it when you were the ones doing it; his body might not be willing to do much but you didn't for a second doubt that he could handle any of this. There was nothing that a monster in the dark couldn't do if he truly tried, if he believed, if he persevered. And this monster certainly would continue on. A new life was not so far away you were sure and though some part of you felt sorry for the one who would be losing out, you really only cared as long as it meant that he would be able to smile and be who he always had been before.

The third lasted.

There was something wild in his eyes and you were uncertain whether to blame the planet you both barely survived escaping. There had always been something in his eyes, an edge of madness, a portion of danger that made your hearts beat all the faster because how you could not be allured by the subtleness in his smile.

But feral was never something you attributed to him before and it made this dance all the stranger and exciting. His hands held you like vices, he pulled you close and in that smile were sharp fangs ready to tear flesh and eat you alive. Yet not a drop of fear beat through your body and you held onto him as he led the dangerous movements of this dance, still controlled and elegant in some far more aggressive way.

He may never be the same, you thought to yourself as you noted the gold to his eyes, and he would never be himself again. He'd been changed in dangerous ways and it was a question not a guarantee that regeneration was coming if he faced it.

But death was ever just a small thing and temporary to him. In those bones that knew that you'd always trusted him, too was the knowledge that it didn't much better to you what changes came.

You smiled and followed him through every step of the dance, holding ever tight to him without fear.

Four came with tragedy.

The universe was burning and it wasn't his fault. The universe was dying and he wasn't the cause. These were strange things to think, to feel, and pain and fear finally found it's way not just into you but into him as well. And it colored those eyes in ways you never imagined.

This could be your last dance together and you both knew it so you were going to make it a good one. The song was the same as it had been at every other junction but it burned into your skin as he held you with a desperation that made you hurt so much.

None of this was your fault; if anyone it was theirs, those monsters who called him a monster, those beasts of stagnation that saw the universe as their toys and as worthless all at the same time. It was that bleeding heart who couldn't bring himself to do what was necessary even if it saved them a lot of heartache.

And now you'd lose your favorite and he'd lose you. But not a word of this passed either lips, held back by the taboo of weakness but you needed no audible words, not when you knew each other as well as you did.

He tried for elegance, as he had done for countless lives, but the wish not to let this actually end turned a waltz into something endless. Every time it could come to the last second he winced and forced the song to start again and you resisted the urge to rest your head against his chest. Because you already could hear his hearts breaking perfectly fine as you were, knowing this couldn't go on. It would end.

It revived in five.

An eternity came and went, in it's wake pain and loss. But fate couldn't keep you apart and you remembered the way the strange desperation in his eyes turned to relief as he forced his way into the hideway on the edge of nowhere you'd locked yourself away in. And though you had not recognized him at first, the way he pressed the pocket watch into your hands and made you open it, the way you felt everything you were meant to be return and the way you immediately realized who he was, who he had always been and always be.

Your mad feral monster and when you spoke his name he smiled with everything he had before doing as you always did, always would. He scooped you up and danced with you, he laughed and told you of what you missed, of the bleeding hearts' acts and his own and what chaos and death and suffering he had wrought. Of the pretty blonde woman he had seduced but oh, never fret, never fear, though he'd truly felt something deep in those broken hearts of his, you were still the one and only true companion to the monster. Proven right by betrayal, by pain and suffering, and he'd nearly burnt himself to death again but he'd won and he'd stolen what he needed from those who hurt him, had always hurt him. And then he came for you. Because you, you were the one good constant in his chaotic vicious cruel existence, and he wanted nothing more than to have you dancing with him once more, loving him despite every act he wrought upon the universe. And this made you feel so loved you forgot about eternity.

Six changed the dance.

She was beautiful, like a rose covered in thorns, like a drop of honey full of poison, like death itself. She smiled and she laughed and she danced about, the skirts of her dress twirling as she did so, her hair a controlled mess upon her head, her eyes glittering with the essence of true madness. And you wanted so bad to press your lips to hers because how could you, the monster's companion, ever, ever resist such a beautiful sight.

Her hand reached out to take yours and you held tight, drawing close and smiling warm as the sun to her ad you joined her. The world was in a tizzy, it always was though whenever she choose to make herself known, and the bleeding hearts would find his way there in no time but there was always time enough for a dance. You two had learned that so long ago that it was less a thought as it was an existence.

Yet something in your hearts told you that things were different, because she didn't seem as keen on the destruction as she was on seeing that troublemaker who always got in her way. Because there was a gentleness you couldn't explain or expect but who were you to ever deny your beloved monster the shards of goodness still left embedded in hearts broken over and over more?

Seven.....Seven....

She died. He woke up. And it seemed like everything had returned to the norm. But there was a childishness and playfulness and giddiness that you knew meant only trouble for the rest of the universe. The bleeding hearts had proven not enough, or maybe the monster had been lacking, but you were biased and you knew this to your core.

He took you by the hand and the song continued to be the same as it had been when he'd been elegant and when he'd been broken.

When he'd been feral and when he'd been afraid.

When he found you again and when she had been almost good.

And in this dance you found all of them, mixed and swirling, and in every way him and every way not. His eyes still burned but they burned in ways different than ever before; he laughed and it was cracks and edges. He schemed and he hoped and he acted and he hurt and killed and destroyed and this time it was his fault, every step of the way. He was the same, he was different, he was himself, he was not.

But still you smiled back at him and you reflected back all the ways you'd changed too, every day you'd spent with him, every time you'd found each other, lost each other, fought the bleeding hearts and every other force against you. And every time you danced.

Still you found, as the music continued, as he held you close, as he smiled and he whispered all his plans, as he tickled your ear with his voice, that one thing had not changed:

You still trusted him to the ends of the universe.

[noforkingclue]

Am I the only one who gets Delgado!Master vibes from Jacobi!Master. He definitely would have a hypnotic feel about him. I'm not sure if you know the song "Angel eyes" by Abba but these lyrics remind me of the master

Look into his angel eyes, one look and you're hypnotised

He'll take your heart and you must pay the price

Look into his angel eyes, you'll think you're in paradise

Oh yes, he uses it a lot in the Big Finish. He's always hypnotising people.

I can imagine that he used hypnosis to get you into his TARDIS but he'd rather not use it on you all the time. He wants you to do things out of your own free will, to come over to him willingly.

However, if you push him too far, resist him just once too often, he won't be afraid of using it as a punishment. Hypnotising you to make you do things that you would otherwise never do- destroy worlds, betray your friends, kneel in front of him...

"I..." you stammered as the realisation hit you, "you hypnotised me."

The Master gave you a glance over his shoulder before turning his attention back to the TARDIS.

"My dear," he said soothingly, "you can't always use that as an excuse. What you did-"

"I wasn't in my right mind."

"Do not interrupt me," his voice became harsh and he didn't need to see your face to know that you'd have flinched, "really dear, you're old enough to take accountability for your actions. This is war time, people are always doing unpleasant things."

You sunk to the floor and put your head in your hands.

"But I betrayed them," you said, "they were trying to help me and I betrayed them."

The Master sighed and slowly walked over to you. You looked up slowly but avoided making eye contact.

"You made me." you said firmly

"My dear," the Master said coldly, "who would ever believe you?"

[littlelambscandyland]

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?

[roxannepolice]

Oooh, thank you for the commentary, I didn't know this backstory of Hamlet!

And I love your reflections on why the reader enjoys an unhinged villain in power, the comparison to a tornado is really fitting. I guess it all comes back to how one of the functions of art is to let people confront their darker impulses in a contrary to tumblr purists harmless way. Fictional or fictionalized historical figures from too far back in history to really matter anymore, if anything giving a relief of "wow, good we aren't at THAT point anymore".

I mean, it's not like one of my fics has a scene of the Master performing Waterloo (in the Mamma Mia! Colin Firth outfit) to the Doctor and terrified members of UN on the Valiant to mirror Caligula dancing as the goddess Dawn to the members of the senate (and specifically, BBC's I, Claudius is an untapped goldmine for thoschei edits, what with War!Doctor John Hurt as Caligula and War!Master Derek Jacobi as titular Claudius) :D

And who can say no to the idea of someone, even after seeing you at your absolute worst, embracing your trembling figure and whispering "I forgive you" in your ear?

Just a meta vent for all the bad takes I've seen about the Master, and especially Saxon Master (and still trying to get my ass to work on my thesis, but! it looks like I'm getting another article published so yey, ranting about the raccoon works!!!)

So yeah, this is me, ranting about why I think the reintroduction of the Master into NuWho was absolutely brilliant in s3 and what hot takes I've seen about the way it's been done on da Internet. I'm putting this under a cut, because, weeell, comparing Masters and Doctors, and even companions(!) turns into a kind of beauty paegant that has little to do with how well the author's thought got translated into the final product, AND I GET IT! People have favourites! That's fine! Yes, there's a level at which I just think Tennant and Simm look cute together*! But for full disclosure, they weren't my fisrt thoschei - I watched ALL the stuff I could from classic Who online and decided they're married when Threegado had to actively stop each other from shaking hands in The Sea Devils. Which is why it hurts me all the more when mah twinks get framed as they betrayal of the dynamic.

*But let's be honest, the aesthetical aspect is very much part of the course. Jon Pertwee and Roger Delgado might not exactly look the same, but the outfits do ooze that same 70s two ends of the queer spectrum feel, and this carried over to Anthony Ainley's harem and Paul McGann and Eric Roberts. Picking two white twinks with different shades of brown hair and eyes and rectangular vs. round faces was a conscious choice, as was picking a witchy looking woman in a victorian outfit to match a wizardy looking man in old time-y outfit, both with striking blue yes, as was juxtaposing a light blonde white woman in light outfit with a brown dark haired man in a dark outfit (why. Chibs WHY not go with Whittaker's beautiful natural hair colour unless to underline just how much the reyesque champion of light your Doctor is and cause confusion as to how regeneration works). But anyway.

I think the primary issue I take with complaints about Simm's Master is the idea that he was somehow a hard break from classic who Masters. And yes, RTD definitely went a much more unhinged manic energy way than the more controlled Original and Tremas regenerations, he admits it himself (all of this is very much influenced by me watching DW confidential). And yes, that's absolutely the case! But that's the natural result of making the Doctor, both the Eccleston and Tennant faces, much more unhinged and manic than in the classic era. Whether you frame it watsonianly as the result of the Time War, or doylistly as the result of the way television changed as a medium with the development of home cinema systems and general social shift after the end of cold war (that's me, btw, hello, McLuhan's ghost keeps possessing me), it's up to you, but the point is, if you want to maintain the two sides of the same coin energy, you have to match your earlier choices. So, no, in my opinion this wasn't a hard break from classicWho Masters, but rather cutting through all the aesthetic overgrowth to the essense of the character. Digging down to the core of the character, so to speak. Yes, Saxon Master acts in a misogyinistc manner, which wasn't there before. But that's the natural result of involving the Doctor in explicitly romantic relationships! The flip side of explicit heterosexual attraction is the othering of the "opposite" for lack of the better word sex and when your focus is in domination YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF WHATEVER POWER IMBALANCES THE SOCIETY PROVIDES YOU WITH!! And that extends to your aesthetics going more in the direction of a noir unhinged gangster villain than a queer coded Bond villain (srsly those of you who don't get where Simm!Master's quirks come from NEED to watch White Heat with James Cagney). Like, srsly, 90% of complaints about the way the Master has changed from classic Who to Saxon is the way politics have changed from cold war "my empire is better than yours but end of the day we're going to be courteous so we don't blow each other up" to post-politics "vote for me, I'm sexy and can make you sexy too" framework of the latest fin de siecle.

But this kind of cuts down to what it the essence and what is incidental. Politeness of classic Who can be traced back to noblesse oblige that was in place in 70s and 80s. But end of of the day, it was just an epiphenomenon of the main axis of power: class. In the merry world of identity politics, it's going to be gender and race. It's all about power relations, though.

Which sort of, very abstractly, relates to the handling of mental illness in NuWho Masters. Now, the yell of "you're insane!" as a general "dude, you're not making any sense :/" has been there in classic Who alright, but this has definitely become more pronounced in NuWho, starting from Saxon possibly because the idea politics involve some element of savoir vivrve has become dismissed as political in its own right rather than giving basic directions in unknown situations but hushhhh. I think the general framing of the Master as "just" needing to "hear the music" (yeah, I hate this line, is it a metaphor Steven? if so, of what?) or generally reconciling with the Doctor, because that's "what the Master really wants is to be loved" is very much rooted in the sort of... Frommian psychoanalysis of society. I would actually argue Fromm is very much present in spirit throughout all of the more refelctive aspects of Doctor Who, the Doctor themself is very much a Frommian hero, classic and new alike, which is great! Seriously, so many of Fromm's reflections cut so deep to the core of many social issues, and I think Escape from freedom has become particularly up-to-date recently, unfortunately. And I think this relates to the general trend in moral philosphy to go from ethical judgement to psyhcological understanding, which is absolutely great as far as realy life is concerned! Yes, if you actually want to prevent violent crimes instead of just reestabslishing social sense of justice through punishment, understanding where the idea to hurt somebody comes from is the way to go! Except... I don't think it's the best way to go when it comes to fiction. Like, fiction is all about putting people in situations. The situation kind of comes before the personality, if you get my drift. There can be aesthetical choices depending on whether you've made your character more decisive or indecisive, but end of the day, you chose to put the character in a situation where they find out their father has been murdered. This, I think, is the bedrock distinction between character relatability and resonance. Can we all relate to Hamlet? Not neccessarily, perhaps you relate to Laertes more. But can we all put ourselves in the situation where we find out something horrible and are called to act upon it? Yes.

Have I drifted off? Maybe.

But my point is, I would say the way in which RTD handled Simm!Master's "insanity" has less to do with any psychological diagnosis that the vague "insanity" of Ophelia, King Lear or Goethe's Gretchen. It's not something that can be "healed", it's the fundamental shine on you crazy diamond mephistophelian elan vital that in real world psychological therapy is redirected in ways that are constructive both for the individual and their surroundings. But in fiction? It's not to be healed. It's the essential driving force, The jester, who’s most lightly weighted. Man’s energies all too soon seek the level, He quickly desires unbroken slumber, So I gave him you to join the number, To move, and work, and play the devil.

Go home, Roxanne, you're drunk, go cry to another fic of the psyche mourning eros.

[iwouldfuckthemaster]

So we know War master had basically no time for sex because of the war. So how pent up must Simm master be by the time he finds you. He's determined to make you as needy as him before he slowly makes love to you. He spent so long waiting to get his hands on you and wants to go slow and gentle. Just to relax and enjoy having you there beneath him again. One hand in yours the whole time and cuddles afterwards.

[bowtiesandflutes]

They Propose

First Doctor

You would be exploring a distant planet, and he would suddenly ask what you thought of marriage. Then when you returned to the TARDIS, you would find a velvet box on the bed and rush to the console room, grinning. You walked to the Doctor who was piloting the TARDIS and kissed his cheek. He would see the ring on your finger and know your answer. He smiled for a moment before clearing his throat, suppressing his smile. You could celebrate in private later.

Second Doctor

He took you to Gallifrey, breaking the law about humans in Gallifrey. You were walking through red grass as he told you stories of his childhood. You were in awe that he was sharing this with you, unaware that he had broken the law. He stopped on a cliff, looking out at the waves for a moment. You stared in awe while he quietly kneeled, taking out a ring from his pocket. He took your hand, and your eyes widened when you saw him on one knee.

“Y/N L/N,” He smiled up at you. You had legally changed your name back to your maiden name instead of Salamander, and it was a big step for it was the last thing you had of Ramon. “Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

You placed a hand over your chest, tears in your eyes as you nodded with a smile. “Yes!” He slid the ring on your finger and stood up, placing his hands on your cheek, and kissing you passionately.

You heard distant voices, and the Doctor grabbed your hand, pulling you as he ran. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re not supposed to be here. Humans aren’t allowed on Gallifrey.” He explained.

Your eyes widened, surprised that he had gone to such lengths to propose to you. Laughter left your lips as you ran hand in hand back to the TARDIS, and the Doctor quickly set the machine into flight before the guards reached the doors.

You giggled as you walked towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing his cheek. You knew life would only get more interesting as his wife.

Third Doctor

After work, you had entered the TARDIS and noticed how dark it was, calling out for the Doctor. Lights guided the way to where the Doctor stood, a smile on his lips, a candlelit dinner on the table.

You took off your jacket, smiling as you admired his work. He walked toward you and placed his hands on your arms, kissing your cheek. “Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary.” You placed a hand on his cheek, pecking his lips.

As you took your seats, he asked about your day, and once you had finished your meals, he took your hand across the table. He took the ring box from his pocket, and your eyes widened.

“I was thinking that this anniversary could become our wedding anniversary.” He said with a smile. “Will you marry me?”

Words failed you, so you nodded your head with tears in your eyes, and he slipped the ring on your finger. You leaned across to kiss him tenderly. Although you were upset, that you had to work on your anniversary, it couldn’t have ended better.

Fourth Doctor

It was a normal day, a new planet, a new species, and a new threat. You were contemplating your chances of survival when he suddenly spoke up, not looking up from what he was working on, “We should get married.”

You turned to him in shock, “What did you say?”

He looked up confidently, “We should get married.” His confidence wavered slightly when you didn’t speak, “If you want to, that is.”

You walked over to him, “This isn’t just because we could die here, is it?”

He shook his head, “Left pocket.” Your eyebrows furrowed before you reached into his pocket, looking at the velvet box. You smiled softly as you looked at him as he worked, reconstructing wires.

You put the ring on your finger and when he felt the cool metal against his cheek he knew your answer, smiling against your lips when you kissed him.

Fifth Doctor

You were getting changed and since you had no night clothes of your own, you stole his shirts. When you were looking for a shirt you found a velvet box, opening it up to see the ring inside.

“I should have chosen a better hiding place.”

You turned when he spoke up. “You like giving out mixed signals.” You laughed nervously.

He sighed as he took the ring box from you. “I know. And I apologize. But if I’ve realized one thing these past few months it’s that falling in love with you was inevitable. And although you might not be with this version of me, I will always love you. Even if I walk with a different face, that will never change.” He took the ring from the box and took hold of your hand, “Will you be my wife?”

You pretended to think for a moment and he smiled softly when you nodded, slipping the ring on your finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly.

Sixth Doctor

He showed his nerves through his remarks, but when Perrie left he went silent and you knew better than to ask questions. He landed the TARDIS and looked at you expectantly, and when you asked about Perrie he shook his head and left.

You followed him out of the TARDIS after leaving a note for Perrie, pausing when you saw the jungle outside. You walked through the trees to find him by a pond, the water a glittering blue.

“What is this place?”

“Paradise.”

You giggled, standing beside him, looping your arm with his. “I meant the planet.”

“I was referring to you. Wherever you are.”

“Smooth.” You smiled teasingly, “What did you do?”

“I can give compliments without an ulterior motive.”

You hummed and he smiled when you wrapped your arms around his neck. “What’s going on with you today? You were snappy with Perrie - more than usual.”

He sighed, taking out the velvet box from his pocket. “I bought this on Sahalo 5.” Your eyes widened when you saw the ring inside. “And I haven’t found the right way to ask…” He handed you the box and you admired the ring.

“Will you marry me?”

He nodded, “Yes. But not for the reasons you think.” He added when your face fell, believing it was because he was unsure of your relationship. “You and I have been and seen so much together. Endured the unimaginable. Yet you stayed. And I don’t know why.”

You smiled softly, “Because, despite your rough edges, you’re a good man. And I love you. Do you love me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then…” You handed him the box, “I believe you have something to ask me, Doctor.”

He took your hand and you smiled when he kneeled on one knee, “Y/N,” You giggled at the dramatic way he said your name, “will you marry this sarcastic,”

“Rude,”

“Hey, steady on.” He said with a smile.

“Yes.” You smiled.

He looked at you for a moment.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He smiled widely, slipping the ring on your finger, and standing up to kiss you.

Seventh Doctor

He took you to the first planet you visited and it was a trip down memory lane, seeing how far you had come and how things have changed between you. He proposed to you on a hill, and when you returned to the TARDIS Ace eagerly awaited the sight of the ring the Doctor had shown her weeks before, on your finger.

Eighth Doctor

He proposed to you as you admired the stars, and you celebrated with a glass of wine. He held your hand as you talked for hours, his thumb brushing over the ring, loving the feeling of it on your finger.

War Doctor

He didn’t get the chance to propose before he regenerated.

Ninth Doctor

You returned from a chaotic adventure and as you got showered and changed, the Doctor realized that he couldn’t wait any longer. You found him in the console room, looking at something in his hand that you couldn’t see. His leather jacket was still dirty from your trip.

“Everything okay?” Your voice startled him and he turned, holding the ring between his thumb and index finger. “Is that -”

“Marry me.” He blurted out. “I mean, will you marry me?”

You smiled once you recovered from the shock, nodding, “Yes.”

He visibly relaxed, smiling as he walked closer, placing the ring on your finger. His hands fell to your waist, pulling you into a kiss.

Tenth Doctor

You were in Tudor times when Henry VIII reigned and as he brought up his wives, he asked how you felt about marriage. While you talked, you missed his smile as you explained how you felt about marriage.

“We should get married.” He suggested casually, looking around.

You stopped walking, “What?”

“I’m saying we should get married.” He said, turning to you with a smile.

He then rambled nonsense you couldn’t pay attention to and when you fled to the TARDIS from guards, he said, “Just think, you’d have more of this to look forward to.”

You squealed when you fell down when he sent the TARDIS into flight, the Doctor landed beside you on his back, laughing. You heard something fall out of his pocket and found a ring box. He leaned on his elbow with a grin and you realized he was serious earlier.

“I know it’s not romantic -”

You kissed him with a smile on your lips, pulling away moments later. “Yes. Yes! I’ll marry you!”

He grinned wildly until steam came from the console. He pulled you to your feet and you giggled as he ran his thumb over the ring on your finger, a smile on his lips.

“First you need to save our lives.”

“Oh right.” He remembered the situation and you shook your head fondly, helping him pilot the TARDIS to safety.

Eleventh Doctor

River brought up marriage and you asked if the Doctor got married in the future. She winked at you and said, “Spoilers,” an answer that you took for a yes. But as he stood across from you, in front of a pyramid you finally understood what she meant.

He had spoken to you about marriage before but you thought it was a hypothetical question. So you told him you’d like to go to ancient Egypt and he had taken note of this.

“Y/N?” He chuckled, seeing you had frozen in shock.

You realized he had knelt down and felt his hand take yours.

“Will you marry me?”

You nodded, unable to speak and he stood up with a grin, placing the ring on your finger. You placed your hand on his cheek, smiling up at the bow tie-wearing timelord.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Twelfth Doctor

He wasn’t as affectionate as the others. When asked about his feelings for you, he would say, “I told you I loved you.”

“Yeah, once.” You smiled at him fondly while Clara shook her head, shocked.

“If anything changed I’d let you know.”

So the proposal came as a surprise. Not only was it emotional and romantic, but he told you he loved you and brought you into an embrace, kissing you tenderly.

Thirteenth Doctor

She had gotten the ring in her past incarnation but never had a chance to ask the question. You were wide awake, while the others had collapsed on their beds and spoke about your history, laughing at a few stories.

She told you how grateful she was for how accepting you were. She told you she loved you and awkwardly brought up the ring. You were shocked and as she rambled, a smile formed on your lips.

“Well, for the record, if you asked, I would have said yes.” You told her.

She reached into her pocket and revealed the ring box. “Good thing I held onto it then.”

Fourteenth Doctor

He had planned it for a while and when you arrived home you found him in the Tardis, the lights were out, and he kneeled in the middle of a circle of lit candles.

"You are a remarkable woman. And I would follow you anywhere if you'll let me?"

Delgado!Master

He surprised you with dinner and before dessert, he took your hand and showed you the ring. You smiled softly, seeing his usual confidence was absent tonight.

“Of course, I’ll marry you.”

He smiled, eyes brightening as he placed the ring on your finger. He kissed your knuckles and you leaned across the table to peck his lips.

Ainley!Master

He had mentioned Gallifrey once and his tone told you that you should never ask again so you didn’t. But to see his home planet was the moment he promised you that he wouldn’t hold anything back, to be completely honest with you.

He proposed to you above Gallifrey and told you one day he would take you there, as his bride.

Roberts!Master

He never got the chance to propose before his demise.

Jacobi!Master

You had survived the time war miraculously and when he decided to go into hiding as a human, you programmed your memories as friends and as you helped him at the Silo, love bloomed and he proposed to you one night in the lab.

Simm!Master

He made a spectacle of it. You were attending an event that would increase his power and bring him one step closer to glory. You never liked these events but you enjoyed the time you spent with him, dancing and laughing. He stopped the small orchestra and you turned when you heard him calling for everyone’s attention.

“Y/N, come here.” You smiled faintly, sending confused glances his way as you stood beside him.

He proposed to you in front of the crowd, giving a speech, thanking you for always being by his side. You teared up as you whispered yes, nodding your head and he put the ring on your finger, intertwining your fingers as he stood up to kiss you.

Missy

You were lying in bed, reminiscing when she blurted out, “Marry me.”

You looked at her questioningly but she only repeated it.

“You’re serious.” You lifted your head from her shoulder, leaning on your elbow.

She nodded, “Yes.”

You smiled brightly, “Okay. Okay, I’ll marry you.” You leaned down to kiss her, smiling into the kiss.

Dhawan!Master

He proposed to you one night you sat on the porch, watching the sun go down. His TARDIS resided on a beautiful landscape and it was peaceful out of the city, just the two of you.

“I could sit here forever.” You sighed dreamily.

He smiled at you, taking the box out of his pocket. “We could.”

You looked at him, eyebrows knitting it together. “What?”

“We could stay here. Together.” He stood up, taking your hand as he knelt in front of you. Your eyes widened, catching his meaning. “Will you do me the utmost honour, and become my wife?”

“Yes!” You replied a second later, causing him to chuckle fondly, placing the ring on your finger. You nearly tackled him in a hug and he smiled as he cupped your cheek, pressing his lips to yours.

Jamie McCrimmon

You had an arranged marriage so you knew that when you were formally introduced for the first time that he would propose. You were sitting in your garden when he arrived and he took a deep breath before approaching you.

He greeted you with a smile and you returned it, although it didn’t reach your eyes. He took your hands as you stood up and you stared up at him, admiring his gentle features.

“Will you be my wife?” He squeezed your hands, easing his nerves.

“I will.” You smiled softly.

Jamie looked at your father who approached, congratulating you both.

Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart

He took you out for dinner, arriving home early from work. You went for a walk afterward and as you were walking he suddenly knelt on one knee and you gasped when you saw the ring. He smiled when you said yes, standing up to slip the ring on your finger.

Mike Yates

You had found the ring box in his dresser and he had come home, finding you with the ring. He stammered for a few moments before taking it from you, “Not how I planned but…” He knelt on one knee and took your hand, smiling up at you. “Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

You nodded, smiling as he slipped the ring on your finger.

Alydon

News hadn’t spread about his broken arrangement with Dyoni yet but Alydon didn’t waste a second as he raced over to find you as you trained. You looked at the panting leader with a raised eyebrow, as he stopped in front of you.

“Marry me.”

Your eyes widened, unable to speak. Alydon quickly filled the silence.

“I am no longer promised to Dyoni. I know what I want and as a leader, I get to decide.” He stood a little taller, “And if I have to spend the rest of my life with someone I want it to be with you.”

“You make it sound so damning.” You smiled.

“Not if I get to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said, placing a hand on your cheek. “Marry me?”

You nodded, smiling brightly when his lips met yours, placing a hand on his chest.

Rory Williams

It was a foolish idea to tell Amy that he planned on proposing. She had taken over and at first, Rory was hesitant. It was odd that his ex-wife was planning where he would propose but when he saw the familiar street he couldn’t form words on how to thank her or the Doctor. The two left to explore your hometown and you enjoyed being home again, sitting on a hill eating fruit as you reminisced about memories you shared with Rory there.

He took the ring from his pocket and cleared his throat, kneeling on the ground. You turned to look at him, eyes widening when you saw the ring.

“I swear that every day I will care for you. Love you. Protect you. You left your home for me and I can’t thank the stars enough that you did because I don’t know what my life would be like without you in it. I get scared thinking about it…” he cleared his throat, realizing he was rambling. “Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

You wiped a tear that fell on your cheek and Rory frowned. “Sorry -” He paused when you kissed him, erasing his doubts.

“Of course, I’ll marry you.” You smiled when you pulled away. He placed the ring on your finger and kissed you tenderly, pulling away when Amy and The Doctor emerged, clapping and cheering.

Ian Chesterton

You both wanted to leave the Tardis for weeks. You felt you had more to live back on Earth, a life planned out with marriage and kids that could never happen on the Tardis. You had laid in bed talking about what your life would be if you were on Earth and Ian said he would propose to you, and the only reason he hadn’t right now was that he didn’t have a ring.

When you returned to Earth, weeks after settling into a normal life without aliens and different planets every day, Ian planned a romantic dinner. He held your hand as he knelt beside your chair, holding an open ring box in his hand.

“Will you marry me?” He asked with a smile.

“Yes!” You nodded, biting your lip when he slipped the ring on your finger. You both stood up and he wrapped his arms around you, dipping you slightly as he kissed you.

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I want to sit on Jacobi!Master's lap and feed him a home cooked meal - 🎩

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[bowieberlinstateofmind]

Bowie was a voracious reader. In 2013, he posted a list of his top 100 favorite reads on his Facebook page.

Interviews With Francis Bacon by David Sylvester Billy Liar by Keith Waterhouse Room At The Top by John Braine On Having No Head by Douglass Harding Kafka Was The Rage by Anatole Broyard A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess City Of Night by John Rechy The Brief Wondrous Life Of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert Iliad by Homer As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner Tadanori Yokoo by Tadanori Yokoo Berlin Alexanderplatz by Alfred Döblin Inside The Whale And Other Essays by George Orwell Mr. Norris Changes Trains by Christopher Isherwood Halls Dictionary Of Subjects And Symbols In Art by James A. Hall David Bomberg by Richard Cork Blast by Wyndham Lewis Passing by Nella Larson Beyond The Brillo Box by Arthur C. Danto The Origin Of Consciousness In The Breakdown Of The Bicameral Mind by Julian Jaynes In Bluebeard’s Castle by George Steiner Hawksmoor by Peter Ackroyd The Divided Self by R. D. Laing The Stranger by Albert Camus Infants Of The Spring by Wallace Thurman The Quest For Christa T by Christa Wolf The Songlines by Bruce Chatwin Nights At The Circus by Angela Carter The Master And Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov The Prime Of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov Herzog by Saul Bellow Puckoon by Spike Milligan Black Boy by Richard Wright The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea by Yukio Mishima Darkness At Noon by Arthur Koestler The Waste Land by T.S. Elliot McTeague by Frank Norris Money by Martin Amis The Outsider by Colin Wilson Strange People by Frank Edwards English Journey by J.B. Priestley A Confederacy Of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole The Day Of The Locust by Nathanael West 1984 by George Orwell The Life And Times Of Little Richard by Charles White Awopbopaloobop Alopbamboom: The Golden Age of Rock by Nik Cohn Mystery Train by Greil Marcus Beano (comic, ’50s) Raw (comic, ’80s) White Noise by Don DeLillo Sweet Soul Music: Rhythm And Blues And The Southern Dream Of Freedom by Peter Guralnick Silence: Lectures And Writing by John Cage Writers At Work: The Paris Review Interviews edited by Malcolm Cowley The Sound Of The City: The Rise Of Rock And Roll by Charlie Gillete Octobriana And The Russian Underground by Peter Sadecky The Street by Ann Petry Wonder Boys by Michael Chabon Last Exit To Brooklyn By Hubert Selby, Jr. A People’s History Of The United States by Howard Zinn The Age Of American Unreason by Susan Jacoby Metropolitan Life by Fran Lebowitz The Coast Of Utopia by Tom Stoppard The Bridge by Hart Crane All The Emperor’s Horses by David Kidd Fingersmith by Sarah Waters Earthly Powers by Anthony Burgess The 42nd Parallel by John Dos Passos Tales Of Beatnik Glory by Ed Saunders The Bird Artist by Howard Norman Nowhere To Run The Story Of Soul Music by Gerri Hirshey Before The Deluge by Otto Friedrich Sexual Personae: Art And Decadence From Nefertiti To Emily Dickinson by Camille Paglia The American Way Of Death by Jessica Mitford In Cold Blood by Truman Capote Lady Chatterly’s Lover by D.H. Lawrence Teenage by Jon Savage Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh The Hidden Persuaders by Vance Packard The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin Viz (comic, early ’80s) Private Eye (satirical magazine, ’60s – ’80s) Selected Poems by Frank O’Hara The Trial Of Henry Kissinger by Christopher Hitchens Flaubert’s Parrot by Julian Barnes Maldoror by Comte de Lautréamont On The Road by Jack Kerouac Mr. Wilson’s Cabinet of Wonder by Lawrence Weschler Zanoni by Edward Bulwer-Lytton Transcendental Magic, Its Doctrine and Ritual by Eliphas Lévi The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels The Leopard by Giusseppe Di Lampedusa Inferno by Dante Alighieri A Grave For A Dolphin by Alberto Denti di Pirajno The Insult by Rupert Thomson In Between The Sheets by Ian McEwan A People’s Tragedy by Orlando Figes Journey Into The Whirlwind by Eugenia Ginzburg

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Who I Write For

Abbott Elementary: Barbara Howard, Melissa Schemmenti

Absolutely Fabulous: Claudia Bing, Edina Monsoon, Lulu, Patsy Stone // Eddy x Patsy x Reader

Alice In Wonderland (2010): Iracebeth, Tarrant Hightopp

American Horror Story (Seasons 1-5 & 8-9): Constance Langdon, Countess Elizabeth, Dandy Mott, Elsa Mars, Fiona Goode, James Patrick March, Jude Martin, Margaret Booth, Stevie Nicks, Wilhemina Venable

A Series Of Unfortunate Events: Count Olaf, Esmé Squalor, Georgina Orwell, Justice Strauss

Beetlejuice: Barbara Maitland, Delia Deetz, Delores LaFerve

Big Sky: Alicia Corrigan, Beau Arlen, Ren Bhuller, Sunny Barnes

Bosom Buddies: Henry Desmond, Kip Wilson, Ruth Dunbar // Henry x Kip x Reader

Bridgerton: Agatha Danbury, Alfred Debling, Anthony Bridgerton, Portia Featherington, Queen Charlotte, Simon Basset, Tilley Arnold, Violet Bridgerton

Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Anya Jenkins, Drusilla, Joyce Summers, Rupert Giles, Spike

Call The Midwife: Chummy Noakes, Jane Sutton, Patrick Turner, Patsy Mount, Shelagh Turner, Sister Hilda, Trixie Franklin, Valerie Dyer, Violet Buckle

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina: Ambrose Spellman, Hilda Spellman, Lilith, Mary Wardwell, Zelda Spellman // Hilda x Zelda x Reader, Lilith x Zelda x Reader, Lilith x Mary x Reader

Cinderella (2015): Fairy Godmother, Lady Tremaine

Clue: Blanche White, Jocelyn Scarlet, Wadsworth // Blanche x Jocelyn x Reader

CSI: Catherine Willows, David Hodges, Gil Grissom, Heather Kessler, Sara Sidle // Catherine x Sara x Reader

Dark Shadows: Angelique Bouchard, Elizabeth Collins, Julia Hoffman // Elizabeth x Julia x Reader

Dead To Me: Jen Harding, Judy Hale // Jen x Judy x Reader

Death Becomes Her: Helen Sharp, Lisle Von Rhuman, Madeline Ashton // Helen x Madeline x Reader

Doctor Who: Donna Noble, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Jackie Tyler, Jacobi!Master, Kate Stewart, Missy, Ninth Doctor, River Song, Simm!Master, Tenth Doctor, The Maestro, Thirteenth Doctor, Twelfth Doctor // Missy x Simm!Master x Reader

Downton Abbey: Cora Crawley, Edith Crawley, Elsie Hughes, Isobel Crawley, Joseph Molesley, Mary Crawley, Thomas Barrow, Violet Crawley

Enola Holmes: Eudoria Holmes, Miss Harrison, Sherlock Holmes

Evil: Bishop Thomas Marx, Leland Townsend, Sheryl Luria

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Friends: Janice Litman, Joey Tribbiani, Monica Geller, Phoebe Buffay, Rachel Green, Richard Burke

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Glass Onion: Benoit Blanc, Birdie Jay, Claire Debella

Good Omens: Aziraphale, Crowley, Madame Tracy, Shax // Aziraphale x Crowley x Reader

Grace And Frankie: Brianna Hanson, Frankie Bergstein, Grace Hanson // Grace x Frankie x Reader

Green Wing: Caroline Todd, Guy Secretan, Harriet Schulenburg, Joanna Clore, Mac Macartney, Sue White // Joanna x Sue x Reader

Grey's Anatomy: Addison Montgomery, Amelia Shepherd, Arizona Robbins, Catherine Fox, Cristina Yang, Derek Shepherd, Erica Hahn, Mark Sloan, Meredith Grey, Miranda Bailey, Teddy Altman, Tom Koracick // Cristina x Teddy x Reader, Derek x Mark x Reader

Halloween: Laurie Strode, Lindsey Wallace

Hannibal: Bedelia Du Maurier, Frederick Chilton, Hannibal Lecter

Harlots: Lady Repton, Lydia Quigley, Margaret Wells, Nancy Birch // Lady Repton x Nancy Birch x Reader

Harry Potter: Barty Crouch Jr, Bellatrix LeStrange, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, Molly Weasley, Narcissa Malfoy, Rita Skeeter, Severus Snape, Sybill Trelawney // Bellatrix x Narcissa x Reader

His Dark Materials: Lee Scoresby, Maggie Costa, Marisa Coulter, Mary Malone

Holes: Kate Barlow, Louise Walker

House MD: Gregory House, James Wilson, Lisa Cuddy

House Of The Dragon: Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenys Targaryen

I Dream Of Jeannie: Amanda Bellows, Evil!Jeannie, Jeannie, Roger Healey

Insatiable: Bob Armstrong, Coralee Armstrong, Regina Sinclair // Bob x Coralee x Reader

Just Shoot Me: Dennis Finch, Nina Van Horn

Killing Eve: Carolyn Martens, Eve Polastri, Villanelle // Villanelle x Eve x Reader

Last Tango In Halifax: Caroline Dawson, Gillian Greenwood, Judith Tyzack // Caroline x Gillian x Judith x Reader

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Mamma Mia: Donna Sheridan, Ruby Sheridan, Tanya Chesham-Leigh // Ruby x Tanya x Reader

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M*A*S*H: Charles Emerson Winchester III, Francis Mulcahy, Hawkeye Pierce, Henry Blake, Margaret Houlihan, Maxwell Klinger, Radar O'Reilly // Henry x Radar x Reader

Merlin: Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine, Merlin, Mithian, Morgana Pendragon, Morgause, Uther Pendragon

Mom: Bonnie Plunkett, Jill Kendall, Natalie Stevens

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Mrs. Brown’s Boys: Buster Brady, Cathy Brown

Nanny McPhee: Cedric Brown, Mrs. Blatherwick, Nanny McPhee, Selma Quickly

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New Amsterdam: Elizabeth Wilder, Iggy Frome, Lauren Bloom, Max Goodwin

Nine Perfect Strangers: Frances Welty, Masha Dmitrichenko

Ocean's 8: Lou Miller, Rose Weil

Once Upon A Time: Archie Hopper, Cora Mills, Cruella DeVil, Killian Jones, Maleficent, Regina Mills, Rumplestiltskin, Victoria Belfrey, Zelena Mills // Regina x Maleficent x Reader, Regina x Evil Queen x Reader, Regina x Zelena x Reader

Only Murders In The Building: Charles Haden-Savage, Cinda Canning, Loretta Durkin, Oliver Putnam // Charles x Oliver x Reader

Orange Is The New Black: Aleida Diaz, Alex Vause, Carol Denning, Carrie Black (Big Boo), Gloria Mendoza, Judy King, Linda Ferguson, Lorna Morello, Natalie Figueroa, Nicky Nichols, Red Reznikov

Our Flag Means Death: Anne Bonny, Evelyn Higgins, Stede Bonnet

Peaky Blinders: Aberama Gold, Alfie Solomons, Arthur Shelby, Luca Changretta, Polly Gray, Tommy Shelby

Penny Dreadful: Evelyn Poole, Vanessa Ives

Pirates Of The Caribbean: Hector Barbossa, Jack Sparrow

Prodigal Son: Jessica Whitly, Malcolm Bright, Martin Whitly, Vivian Capshaw

Ratched: Edmund Tolleson, Gwendolyn Briggs, Lenore Osgood, Mildred Ratched // Gwendolyn x Mildred x Reader

Rizzoli & Isles: Angela Rizzoli, Jane Rizzoli, Maura Isles // Jane x Maura x Reader

Sanditon: Alexander Colbourne, Arthur Parker, Charles Lockhart, Sidney Parker

Scandal: Mellie Grant, Olivia Pope

Schitt’s Creek: Alexis Rose, David Rose, Moira Rose, Ted Mullens

Scream Queens: Cathy Munsch, Gigi Caldwell

Sex Education: Colin Hendricks, Erin Wiley, Hope Haddon, Jean Milburn, Maureen Groff

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Sweeney Todd: Judge Turpin, Nellie Lovett

Ted Lasso: Jamie Tartt, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton, Roy Kent, Ted Lasso, Trent Crimm

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The First Lady: Betty Ford, Eleanor Roosevelt

The Good Doctor: Audrey Lim, Shaun Murphy

The Good Place: Janet, Michael, Tahani Al Jamil

The Magicians: Eleanor Lipson, Eliot Waugh, Fen, Margo Hanson, Zelda Schiff // Eliot x Margo x Fen x Reader

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel: Midge Maisel, Rose Weissman, Sophie Lennon, Susie Myerson

The Nanny: CC Babcock, Fran Fine, Maxwell Sheffield // CC x Fran x Reader

The Parent Trap: Chessy, Elizabeth James, Meredith Blake

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[yeet-me-dad-dy]

Happy Birthday Mammon, '21

Warnings: Smooches

Summary: You take Mammon to the human realm for his birthday.

Characters: Mammon x GN Reader

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall we date?

You woke early the day of Mammon’s birthday, before anyone but Lucifer was up, and padded on bare feet to his bedroom. The door was cracked, and soft orange light spilled lazily into the hall. You pushed the door open, stepped in, and closed it silently behind you. Lucifer stood in front of his wardrobe as he got dressed.

“Morning,” you greeted with a yawn.

“Good morning,” he replied as he turned toward you with a lazy smile.

“Is everything set for today?”

He nodded and finished buttoning his shirt, then reached for his vest.

“Barbatos is expecting you before dinner tonight, and then tomorrow around noon. My D.D.D is on and charged, should you need anything or Mammon gets into trouble, and my brothers have been instructed to be nice to him… As nice as they can be, anyway.”

You smiled and released a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. If Lucifer was confident that all was prepared, then you could relax. You just really wanted Mammon’s birthday to be perfect.

“Thanks for helping me with this, Lucifer,” you said.

“Of course. Mammon may be the scummiest of us, but I suppose he does deserve a good day now and then.”

You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest. You hated when they said things like that about him.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “That’s a habit I’m actively trying to break.”

“You’re forgiven,” you chuckled.

You didn’t need to get into another fight about how the brothers treat Mammon. You’d already thoroughly ripped into each of them more than once. Gratefully, they seemed to be trying to be nicer, at the very least.

“Mammon is very lucky to have you, you know,” Lucifer said, suddenly serious. “You’re good for him. You make him happy, and I’m very glad that he has you.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, but luckily you knew that he didn’t need an answer. You thanked him one last time before you returned to your room to make some phone calls.

You made the brothers a human world breakfast of eggs, toast, sausage, and fresh fruits. Afterward, Mammon sheepishly invited you to go out to the casinos and shops with him, which you gladly agreed to. The demon never stopped grinning, even when he lost money, and he was much handsier than normal, from linking his arm with yours, to pulling you onto his lap while he played at the tables, to hugging you when he won big. He even bought you some things. Very un-Mammon-like.

“Man, I’m feeling GOOD today!” he exclaimed as you left the casino hand in hand.

“Well, it is your birthday,” you chuckled.

He laughed and swung his arm back and forth like a child, taking your hand with it.

“Nah, I think it’s cuz you’re here. You’re like my lucky charm.”

You smiled and tried to hide the blush that dusted your cheeks. You quickly checked your watch, and your stomach twisted with both excitement and anxiety. It was time.

“C’mon, Mammon, let’s head to Diavolo’s castle. I have a surprise for you.”

His eyes went wide and his face lit up.

“Don’t tell me ya got him to give me one of those big expensive artifacts he keeps chained down so that I can’t steal it!”

You laughed and pulled him along behind you.

“Sorry, not this time. I think you’ll like what I have planned, though.”

You walked hand-in-hand through the city, beneath colorful lights and past beautiful architecture. The Devildom truly was beautiful. Finally, the castle loomed menacingly before you, but instead of fear, you felt comfort and a sense of home. After all, Diavolo was the only reason you had come to the Devildom to begin with. You pushed the heavy front door open and Mammon followed you in. Barbatos was waiting for you, just as Lucifer had said he would be. Mammon eyed him, confused.

“Is Barbatos my present..?”

The steward laughed and shook his head.

“Happy birthday, Mammon. Come with me please,” he greeted.

There was a bounce in Mammon’s step as he followed eagerly after. Barbatos walked so quickly, you nearly had to jog to keep up with him. You supposed he had to be quick if he was going to do everything he had to do in a day in a timely manner. He led you and Mammon into the Hall of Doors, stopping before a door you recognized immediately. It was big, made with crimson wood and intricately carved. Beautiful stained glass made up the majority of the upper half of the door, and an iron door handle with a classic keyhole had an old key sticking out of it. Your key.

“What are we doin’ here?” Mammon asked, now even more confused than before.

Barbatos simply gestured toward the door. Mammon looked to you for a mix of permission and comfort, which you provided with a nod of your head. He stepped up to the door, reached for the handle, and turned the key. The door swung open silently on its hinges, revealing a stunning dark wood and white marble entryway.

“Where is this?” he asked hesitantly, though his eyes were bright as they followed up the double staircase, to the balconies above, then the huge crystal chandelier, crown moulding, and gold accents. His breath caught in his chest.

“It’s my house,” you said, and he turned to look at you so quickly that you were sure he gave himself whiplash.

“You’re jokin’,” he said, expression blank.

You smiled and shook your head.

“You can go in. You’re gonna stay in my house with me tonight.”

His eyes widened once more as he gazed back through the doorway. He stepped inside. You thanked Barbatos, took your key from the door, and shut it behind you.

“Welcome to my world,” you chuckled.

You watched him fondly as he wandered around the foyer, touching everything he could.

“This would sell for so much…” you heard him whisper as he picked up a small bust of Achilles from the antique table against the left wall.

He turned to look at you, bust still in hand.

“You never told me you’re rich!” he exclaimed.

You smirked, shrugged, and strode toward him.

“I didn’t want you to like me for my money.”

He nodded and begrudgingly put the bust back in place.

“Ah, Master Y/N, you’re home.”

You both turned to acknowledge the newest presence in the room. An old man with dark skin emerged from the archway across the room. His hair was cut short, balding and white, he had white stubble on his jaw, deep laugh lines painted his face, and his silver eyes sparkled with the memories of a life filled with joy.

“Jacobi,” you greeted as you jogged forward to envelop the man in a hug.

You motioned Mammon over to introduce him.

“Mammon, this is Jacobi, my steward. He’s worked for my family since he was a young man. He raised me.”

The demon reached out to shake your steward’s gloved hand.

“Well, ya did a good job,” he told him. “Ya raised Y/N right.”

Jacobi chuckled, his eyes nearly closing with the size of his grin, revealing more deep creases in his face.

“Well thank you, sir,” he replied. “That means a lot to me, hearin’ you say that.”

His voice carried the usual crackliness that human voices tend to do as they get old, and he was soft spoken, but it was the kind of voice that demanded you stop and listen.

He turned his attention back to you.

“You’re right on time, young master, dinner is ready to be served.”

He gestured toward the archway in between the two staircases across the room. You clapped him gently on the shoulder, rested a hand on Mammon’s lower back, and led the demon into the dining room.

“Dinner?” Mammon asked as he regarded the long dining table and high-backed chairs with deep red cushions.

“Yeah. Lucifer told me you’d never had Italian food, so I had my chefs make some of my favorite dishes for you to try.”

“You have personal chefs!?”

You chuckled and nodded.

You sat at the head of the table and Mammon sat to your right. There was a black lace table runner along the length of the dark wooden surface. In the very middle of the table was a centerpiece of candles, fruits, bones, feathers, and other natural materials like moss and pinecones. He noticed one fruit that looked surprisingly similar to a human heart. He also took note of the chandelier above, the dark baseboards on white walls, and the grand stone fireplace set into the far end of the room, with wolves and ravens carved into black wood and affixed above the mantel. All in all, he was feeling equal measures of wonder and unease.

“Did you choose these decorations?” he asked as servants filed out of the door behind him with platter after platter of food.

You nodded in response to his question.

He waited for the platters to be set down and the servants to leave before he said, “It’s very… dark. Guess that’s why ya like the devildom so much, huh?”

You laughed and shook your head, then reached forward to serve yourself. Mammon followed your example and piled his plate high with a little bit of everything.

“The Devildom is my home, Mammon. And I don’t like it there because it’s dark and spooky, though that does help. I like it there because you guys are there. My favorite demons. My family.”

Your gaze caught his and he turned away to hide his blush. Then, the greedy demon that he is, he ate and ate and ate until you had to stop him.

“Easy there, Mammon. I have more planned for tonight. Don’t make yourself sick.”

He stopped with his fork in his mouth and looked at you with a brow raised.

“More?” he asked around his food.

“Mmhmm. What, you didn’t think I brought you here just for dinner, did you?”

He finally swallowed, put his fork down, and then washed it all down with some red wine.

“I didn’t know what to think. No one told me this was planned.”

You smiled, your sparkling eyes never leaving his, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if you knew about it, now would it?”

He smirked.

“I guess not.”

You checked your watch and then pushed yourself away from the table.

“It’s almost 9:30pm. C’mon, I need to go to the bathroom and then we can leave. I don’t want to be late.”

“Go?” he asked. “We’re not stayin’ here?”

He hopped up and followed after you, back into the foyer and then up the stairs and down a hallway. He waited for you to finish in the bathroom, then stuck to your side like glue as you led him out of the house and into a garage filled with expensive cars. He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide as his brain malfunctioned from the sheer value of what was before him. He’d never seen so many fancy cars in one place, let alone all belonging to one person. He nearly sprinted over to the nearest car, a blue and black Lamborghini, and peered in the window.

“Pick one to take,” you said as you strode up to him.

He was overwhelmed. There were so many! Finally, he picked the lamborghini. He hopped into the passenger seat, vibrating with excitement. You started the engine, and Mammon beamed when you gave him control over the music. You made him buckle up before you would leave, and then pulled out into the night. It was warm out, with a sweet-smelling cool breeze. Mammon gazed out his window like a child going to DisneyLand as you drove him through the city streets toward your destination. You finally turned onto a road where Mammon could see towering structures and bright, colorful lights at the end. He turned to you, eyes wide.

“A carnival?” he asked.

You smiled and nodded, and his excitement only grew when you parked the car on the side of the street and got out. He scrambled after you, taking your hand instinctively as he saw the sea of bodies awaiting within. It was a habit he had taken up without realizing it. Whenever there was a crowd and he was afraid to lose you, he would take your hand in his. Sometimes, if it was really crowded, he would put his arm around you and pull you close to him so that you didn’t get separated.

He breathed in deeply, taking in all of the smells of the human world, from popcorn, cotton candy, and corndogs, to the sweat of the people, the hot grease from the food trucks, and the stench of the outhouses. He couldn’t be happier. You glanced at your watch again.

“We got here in good time,” you told him. “We can go on some rides and play games if you want, but at 11, I want us to go on the ferris wheel.”

He agreed with no protest, so you found the nearest token machine and fed it a few bucks.

“All yours,” you said as you handed him his half.

He grinned and enveloped you in a hug.

“You’re the best!”

You squeezed him back, then he pulled away.

“C’mon, let’s play games!”

He dragged you from game to game, ride to ride, reveling in the sights and sounds of the human world. He had been to your realm before, of course, but never for something like this. Never for something so fun.

As 11pm rolled around, the two of you made your way toward the ferris wheel, giggling like children. Mammon was holding a big stuffed dragon plushie you won for him at the water gun game in one arm, and he had your hand in the other. There was a long line for the ferris wheel, full of people hoping to be at the top when the big event starts. You led Mammon past the line, however, and to the ride operator at the front. His expression was irritated and stern when you approached, but softened when you handed him a ticket. Then, he opened the door to the bucket and you pulled Mammon inside. You sat on the same side as him, despite the tilting of the bucket, facing the water.

“What was that?” he asked as you checked your watch again and the ride began to move.

“There’s an auction for that every weekend night. The winner gets to be at the top of the ferris wheel when it starts.

“When… what starts?”

You chuckled.

“You’ll see. Give it a minute.”

Mammon waited, almost anxiously, for whatever it was that you had brought him here for. As casually as he could manage, he slipped his hand into yours. You gave it a soft squeeze and smiled over at him. The ride brought you two to the top of the ferris wheel, and then stopped, the bucket swinging gently as its momentum died out. There was a change in the music below, and while he couldn’t quite hear the lyrics, Mammon could tell that it had slowed down, morphed into a melody much softer than the alt rock from before. You moved your hand from his so that you could link arms with him, and then you wiggled closer, squishing yourself against him so that you could rest your head on his shoulder.

He looked down at you, his eyes beginning to tear up as your proximity and the reality of the current situation made his heart clench. You were so beautiful, staring up at the night sky with stars reflected in your eyes. So perfect.

This is where you are meant to be, he thought. Here, with me.

Never in his very long life did he think he would ever love a human. Hell, he never considered even liking a human. And yet, the first time you two met, his heart had skipped a beat and butterflies erupted in his stomach. Mmammon didn’t believe in soulmates, but if he did, he was sure that you were his.

He was so lost in you that he jumped in surprise when the first firework exploded over the water, illuminating your face in a brilliant shade of orange. Another firework followed, and then another, and as each went off, his heart beat just a little bit faster. He rested his cheek on top of your head as he watched the show with a smile. More tears were threatening to spill over, but for the first time in his life, he didn’t try to hide them. He didn’t need to. Not with you.

“Happy birthday, Mammon,” you whispered, and that’s what finally sent him over.

He pushed you away just long enough to free both hands so that he could cup your face, and then he dove forward to capture you in a passionate kiss. Your lips were soft, and you opened them to allow his tongue to snake into your mouth and tangle with your own. His hands tangled in your hair, and your arms rose to lock around his shoulders. You tasted like cotton candy. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth, as if trying to memorize its layout, going so far as to graze along your teeth.

You hummed and pulled away to breathe, your chest heaving with each deep breath, and as soon as you were ready, you pulled him back in. You forced your tongue into his mouth, dominating the kiss as you moved to straddle him. The bucket tipped dangerously, but neither of you cared. The sky flashed in a myriad of colors as he held you in his lap, arms wrapped around your lower back, holding you flush against him. He only pulled away when his heart ached and the tears that were threatening earlier finally spilled over. He closed his eyes tight and buried his face in your chest to choke back a happy sob.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered as the fireworks lulled and died down.

You carded your fingers through his hair and held him tight.

“I love you, Mammon. More than you can ever know.”

That only made his heart ache more as all the love he had suppressed over the millenia came flooding in all at once. The ride jerked and began to move, and you leaned away from Mammon so that you could take his face in your hands. You brushed his tears away gently with your thumbs, and then trailed one across his lips before giving him one last soft kiss. Finally, as you reached the bottom of the ride, you slid off of his lap and back around to sit next to him. You took his hand and he held onto you like a lifeline.

You were his human. His. You had chosen him, and he would be damned if he let you go now.

Bonus:

Before leaving the fairgrounds to return to the car, you led Mammon to a booth near the entrance. The person behind the window lit up when they saw you, and for a moment, Mammon thought that he might have to show the guy exactly who you belonged to. That wasn’t necessary, however, as the man slid a photograph toward you. You picked it up and handed it to Mammon with that same soft smile that you had graced him with earlier. The photograph was of the two of you at the top of the ferris wheel. The camera had captured the moment you had put your head on his shoulder and he had rested his cheek on your head. You were both looking up at the stars, smiling and holding each other close.

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[noforkingclue]

I think part of it is that he can be so charming one moment and then absolutely cold and icy the next.

Like, can you imagine running into the War Master (maybe you're a Time Lord or 8's companion or something like that) and catching his eye.

There's something about him that unnerves you and when you have the opportunity you run. But there's only so long you can run during the Time War and so long you can hide before the Master eventually catches up with what is his...

(feel free to ignore my ramblings or, y'know, not...)

Derek Jacobi is the most evil and therefore the most attractive Master.

[alandofhoneyedfruits]

Reap What You Sow [1/?] Master Attendant & Unknown

[iwouldfuckthemaster]

On a basis of least to most slutty, please rate the incarnations of The Master?

I’m gonna do it on a /10 basis because I’m lazy

Delgado!Master: 7/10

I have to dock off a few points because his episodes were in the seventies, so we couldn’t really get an idea of his Maximum Slut Potential, but you KNOW he would’ve fucked Queen Galleia if that episode was in today’s age. Also calling everyone ‘my dear’ and flirting with your enemies is very slutty. Also the whole “You will obey me” thing. Sir, we get it. You’re a Dom. We know. We get the hint. You don’t have to hypnotize me to get me to submit I’ll do it willingly-

Crispy!Master: 1/10

Listen, this man needed love and cuddles. I think if you tried to fuck him, he’d crumble like a granola bar. Please do not fuck this crunchy man. One point though because cloaks are always sexy.

Ainley!Master: 9/10

I mean he’s literally a Daddy what He’s covered head to toe in velvet. That immediately gives him like... at least 7 slut points. Docking a point because he had multiple opportunities to make out with Five and didn’t, and therefore he gets no rights.

Roberts!Master: 4/10

Listen, I know some of you (looks directly at Mod T) think Eric Roberts is hot. You’re valid. But I am NOT giving him the chance to be slutty when he’s got that fucking GOOP spewing out of him. Absolutely not. Four points though because he makes out with Grace at one point (even though he was possessing her. Still counts).

Jacobi!Master: 2/10

This man was too busy with the Time War to slut around. Are you kidding? He has no time for shenanigans when he’s dealing with all of these incompetent idiots. Two points though because Yana was a sweetheart and I wanted to sit in his lap and do science.

Simm!Master: 11/10

A r e   y o u   k i d d i n g ?   This man straight up made out with a woman three times on screen, implied that he wanted a threesome at one point, wore a dog collar, and got strapped to a BDSM chair (before then turning around and strapping his “enemy” to it). Maximum slut energy. Also I just really want him to [REDACTED]

Missy/Gomez!Master: 9/10

Got to make out with The Doctor twice, so bonus points there, but also wore a corset. Despite the inherent sluttiness of a corset, it would take at least 15 minutes to actually get her out of her entire get up. My horniness doesn’t have that long of a shelf life. I’m too lazy for that. But also Michelle Gomez should step on me so 9/10

Dhawan!Master: 9999/10

This man made The Doctor kneel in front of an entire crowd and call him “Master”. If ANY incarnation of him deserves the crown of Most Slutty, it’s Dhawan!Master. Also, the choking. He both chokes other people and gets really into it when the Cyber-bitch in the finale chokes him. Also probably would’ve fucked the Cyberium if given the chance. Absolute slut. I love him.

[bowtiesandflutes]

What Clothing You/They Steal

First Doctor

His hat. You wore it when it was snowing and ever since you have worn it everywhere. You hid it in your wardrobe knowing he would steal it back if he knew you had taken it.

Second Doctor

His fur coat. It was large on you and even when the Doctor wore it he could wrap you inside with him. Whenever you went to a cold climate you wore the coat and the Doctor loved seeing it on you.

Third Doctor

His cloak. He had found you many times striking poses in the mirror with it.

Fourth Doctor

His scarf. He had caught you wearing it one day, as you looked in the mirror and now and then he would wrap it around your neck to keep you warm.

Fifth Doctor

His hat. You were always talking it off his head and he quickly learned you weren’t easily deterred.

Sixth Doctor

You steal his coat. He had put it over your shoulders one day when you were cold and now he could never seem to find it. When you walk out wearing it, he would smile, and adjust the lapels.

Seventh Doctor

His blazer. You felt it added to your outfits.

Eighth Doctor

His trench coat. You liked it so much he bought you an identical trench coat to his old one so he could have his back now you had matching jackets.

War Doctor

His jacket. It was large on you but you liked the warmth and security it gave you.

Ninth Doctor

His jumpers. They fitted loosely and you liked wearing them to bed. And when he saw you in his clothes it was hard for him to deny you.

Tenth Doctor

His blazers. You had picked one off the floor after an interesting night and ever since you found reasons to wear them.

Eleventh Doctor

His shirts. You would wear them to bed, and match them in an outfit. He knew where they were disappearing to, but never complained, only smiling at the sight of you in his clothes.

Twelfth Doctor

His jacket. You would hide it for a few days, listening to his complaints and pretending you didn’t know where it had gotten to. Then you would wear it and he knew you had stolen it.

He shook his head, holding his hand out. You smiled and took his hand. “Don’t be cute. I want the jacket.”

You rolled your eyes, handing it to him.

Thirteenth Doctor

Her braces. She had many but she always knew when you had taken one, though she never commented on it.

Fourteenth Doctor

His shirts. He experimented with many different looks and you would steal a few to wear around the house, not that he complained as he enjoyed the view.

Delgado!Master

His gloves. He had taken you to a cold climate and you had stolen one of his spares set. He never noticed they were gone.

Ainley!Master

His jacket. Despite the teasing he received about his wardrobe, you were always stealing his jacket.

Roberts!Master

His leather jacket. He had found your husband’s clothes dull and returned hours later with a new wardrobe. You loved the leather jacket as it was as dramatic as he was. He had found you on two occasions, asleep wearing the jacket on the sofa.

Jacobi!Master

His waistcoat. You would pair it with one of your shirts to switch up your outfit.

Simm!Master

His shirts. You always stole them when he stayed the night and he loved the way you looked in them he never wanted them back.

Missy

She would steal your dresses when she was first experimenting with her outfit.

Dhawan!Master

His hat. You had jokingly tipped the hat at him and he knew from the way you smiled he was never getting it back.

Jamie McCrimmon

His shirts. They were loose on your frame and you had stolen one of his shirts without him knowing so you could use it to sleep in.

Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart

His scout cap. You were putting clothes in the wardrobe when you found it and Alistair had found you posing in the mirror.

Mike Yates

His military jacket. You would wear it outside if there was a cool breeze to hang out the washing and when he was due to head back to UNIT he would rush around looking for it, only to find you had taken it.

Alydon

His cloak. He would drape it over your shoulders to keep you warm and you started stealing it to keep warm. He never minded as he was pleased you were coming out of your shell more.

Rory Williams

You steal his hoodies. He always knew to look in your dresser if he couldn’t find a hoodie, finding you had stolen them all.

Ian Chesterton

His cardigans. You wore them with outfits, wore them to bed and Ian would sigh fondly, knowing that if he couldn’t find one you had taken it.