The Doctor: You've let larceny taint your loveliness.
Companion: Less talk, more sonic, *sees that the Doctor is focused on master/missy* huh? Are you even listening to me?
The Master/Missy: My pets will soon silence that insolent tongue of... did you say lovely?
The Doctor: Lovely, yes, but evil, too. Give up this life of destruction. Allow me to help rehabilitate you.
Companion : Wait. Are you two flirting?
The Master/Missy : Oh, always trying to declaw me, Doctor. Which is why I must clip your wings, permanently.
The Doctor: Not if I collar you first.
Compainion: You are! You're flirting. Flirterers!
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Could you do an Ainley!Master X reader where he sets a web and trap the reader in please!
Of course anon!
Hope you like the fic :)
Title: Talking
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Your head slumped forward as you hung limply in the air. The Master sighed as he slowly approached you. You were painfully easy to capture and really he had hoped for more of a challenge. The Master reached up and gently cupped your cheek, brushing a thumb over your cheekbone.
You were a puzzle. You had been travelling with the Doctor during his previous incarnation and really, this new Doctor didn’t really deserve you. The Doctor’s TARDIS was becoming far too crowded and with all those children he had to babysit would he really notice that you weren’t there? Besides, the Master needed you. He needed to know why you hadn’t left his mind since he first saw you all bundled up in the Doctor’s stupidly long scarf.
And now he had you all bound up. Hopefully that Doctor wouldn’t notice you were missing for some time. The puzzle he left him would keep him preoccupied for a while. After all, what was more important? Preventing the destruction of a planet or find one human who decided to go missing? The Doctor would probably think that you just went on a walk throughout his ancient TARDIS and got lost. Really, he should keep his humans on a leash.
You shifted slightly in your sleep and the Master quickly removed his hand. While he wanted to interrogate you he found that he actually quite liked watching you like this. There was a peacefulness about you that he knew would immediately disappear as soon as you were awake. While he found your attempts at put downs amusing, he wanted to savour this moment. He wondered if you were always this relaxed around the Doctor. At that thought he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy towards his rival.
The Doctor didn’t deserve you. The Doctor had so many humans, didn’t he deserve one of his own. Of course the Master knew that he could always persuade you to his side through more… alternative methods but he didn’t want to do that. He wanted to persuade you to join him without having to alter your mind. After all, it was one of his favourite things about you.
You shifted again and the Master couldn’t help but feel excited as your eyes slowly fluttered open. He took a step back and smirked up at you as you slowly woke up. It took you a second to realise that you weren’t in the safety of the Doctor’s TARDIS and when you saw the Master in front of you a familiar glare returned to your features.
“Master,” you spat, “Where am I?”
“Safe. For now.”
“If you’re using me to get to the Doctor it won’t work. He’ll find a way to rescue me.”
“Then why hasn’t he come for you yet? Would you like to know how long you’ve been in my care?”
There was a flicker of uncertainty that cross your face before you quickly masked it again.
“Don’t think I’ll fall for that,” you snapped, “I’m not an idiot.”
“I never said that you were,” the Master reached up nd grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his gaze, “now all I want to do is talk. Won’t you listen to your Master?”
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Doctor Who: next Master will be partially a cat.
Me: yeah, I knowww, isn't he a cute genocidal kitty?🥺
DW: no, I mean it. A cat.
M: yes-yes, I heard, every Master is so cat coded-
DW: aand I don't think you understood me. He will literally be a fricking CHEETAH! Yellow eyes, fangs and all.
M: yep, as I was saying- WAIT A SECOND, W H A T ???
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