#i just want whittaker!master okay?

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The Master making the Doctor regenerate in him is cool and all, but I think the Master just implanting his personality into the Doctor without changing her appearemces would've confused the shit out of Yaz and had the potential to be soulwretching.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

my house of stone, your ivy grows (Whittaker! Master x reader)

Summary: you find yourself growing feelings for the person who's supposed to be your enemy

Warnings: Dhawan! Doctor and Whittaker! Master (whoo!), secret relationship, worries of possible disownment (it doesn't happen), this has a pretty happy ending given the direction I could've gone with it

A/N: I don't know if anyone will read this because I'm not sure how popular Whittaker's version of The Master is but I find her to be incredibly attractive mkay. and I've currently been obsessed with evermore so naturally I just had to write another song fic, this time based loosely off ivy (my other evermore based fics are still wips, but I plan on finishing and posting those soon <3)

You didn't know how you went from despising The Master to loving her, but it had happened. All too fast and all too soon for you to recognize until you were in too deep to pull yourself back out again.

Her tidal wave swept over you, the rough waves keeping you from swimming back to shore, threatening to drown you if you made the wrong move. But they never would, because as unbelievable as it was, she loved you back.

You were just a simple house that stood out in the woods somewhere, abandoned, old, forgotten. Until her ivy was planted. It grew and grew, spreading quickly until you found yourself completely engulfed.

You would never be the same again. You could never give her up. And she could never take away her love without destroying you both in the process.

The way it came about was simple, really. You and The Doctor were under attack yet again by some alien species for trying to fix whatever damage they'd created, causing you to be separated.

You'd been hiding, doing your best not to get caught when you heard a silky voice coming from behind you.

"You know, if you're trying to avoid being seen, there's not the best place to do it."

Knowing who it was, you turned hesitantly, coming face to face with The Master.

"I could see you from your little 'hiding spot' miles away, and I have no doubt the people you're hiding from could, too." She had a smug look on her face, almost as if she was proud for calling you out on your poor decision making.

"What do you want?" You asked with a frown, immediately under the impression that she was up to no good.

She made a face of mock offense. "What, I can't offer you some simple, life saving advice?"

"You can't, no. Not without wanting something in return." You eyed her suspiciously, trying to figure out what her game plan was in being here.

"Oh, really? And why's that?" She leaned forward, her piercing eyes staring right into yours. Unlike most individuals she came across, you didn't look away.

"Because you're always up to something. You always have to have an ulterior motive," you said calmly, not at all deterred by her closeness.

The Master had to admit, she was impressed by both your reasoning and your lack of fear. "Alright, fine. I'll admit it, me giving you some piss poor advice is not the only reason why I'm here." She straightened herself back up, no longer standing as close. "I'm here because..." She let out a deep sigh, looking away. "I was- worried about you."

You let out a laugh at her statement. "You were worried about me?"

"Don't laugh." The Master snapped at you suddenly, shooting you a glare. "I didn't have to come rescue you, you know. I could've just left you here. To die."

"But you didn't. Because you were worried about me," you lightly teased, finding it amusing that one of the most ruthless and ambitious people in the universe cared enough to save the companion of their enemy.

She groaned in frustration. "Yes, okay, fine. I was worried, alright? Is that what you want to hear?" She held out a glove cladded hand for you to take. "Now, do you want to get out of here and survive, or not?"

You decided it would be wise not to push anymore of her buttons, as it was entirely possible she could change her mind and actually leave you there. So, you simply nodded in response, taking her hand and allowing her to guide you away from the fighting and back to her TARDIS. She then dropped you off at a safer location nearby, making sure you agreed not to mention any of what'd happened to The Doctor.

"I won't tell a soul, I swear," you'd promised her, your words sincere. It almost looked like she was smiling when the TARDIS doors shut. Then she was gone, leaving you to face The Doctor and his worried filled questions alone, but not before taking a piece of your heart with her.

You'd caught up with her again at some sort of alien marketplace, gifting her one of the planet's many different kinds of flora as a gift, your own way of saying 'thank you for saving me'. She'd accepted it wholeheartedly, setting it someplace beside her bed so it would be the last thing she'd see every night before she went to sleep, and the first thing she'd see every morning when she woke.

Your first true 'date' was the time she left a note on your dresser (how she got it there, you'll never know) telling you to dress somewhat fancy and be ready by nine. She took you to see the first ever showing of the musical Cats, of all things, though it was really just an excuse to see you again. Regardless of whether you enjoyed the show or not, the night ended on a high note (pun intended) when she gave you a gift of her very own; a kiss.

This back and forth dance of sneaking away together and leaving each other again when it was finally time to part went on for months, and though you never put a name on it, it was quite clear to both you and everyone else that you were head over heels in love.

You thought the two of you could be like that for the rest of eternity, hiding out from unknown forces who planned to take you away from her arms, cherishing each other in secret while your enemies threatened to rip you both apart and tarnish your new found love had they known. But as you had learned from your many travelings, nothing could last forever.

The Doctor had noticed you were acting differently. You'd been staying out later and later, and seemed much more occupied with whatever was going on in your mind than any adventures he took you on. As it was none of his business, he really didn't want to pry, but eventually his curiosity got the best of him and he just had to know.

He was tinkering with some sort of ancient alien tech when you walked into the TARDIS's control room.

"Whatcha working on?" You questioned as you made your way over.

"Oh, nothing. Just a piece of junk, really."

You nodded at his response, completely unaware of the absolute bomb of a question he was about to drop.

"Have you been seeing anyone recently?"

You froze, unsure how to process what he just said. "...what?"

"It's just-" he set down what he'd been holding on a nearby table and sighed. "You've been acting differently, these past couple of months. And, it's not that it's necessarily a bad thing, as you seem to be much happier, I'm just- curious, to find out why. Meeting someone new and being in a relationship can definitely cause that, so I was just asking."

You didn't know how to respond. Of course, you were seeing someone. Someone you probably shouldn't be. You didn't want to lie to him, but you knew he was bound to find out the truth eventually, so...

"I am seeing someone, actually." You said cautiously, testing the waters.

The Doctor perked up at this new piece of information. "Really? That's wonderful! Tell me, who are they? What are they like?"

You sucked in a deep breath while making a face that was full of pure nervous energy. "You won't like it."

"Nonsense! I'm sure I'll like whoever you've decided to take as a potentional life partner."

You blinked a few times at his choice of words before shaking your head, deciding it'd be best to just ignore it entirely. "Are you positive? 'Cause I... I just really don't want you to hate me." You said awkwardly, accompanied by some weak laughter.

He frowned slightly at your words. "That's ridiculous, I could never hate you. Now, tell me, who is it? Come on, I promise I won't be too mad," he lightly joked as he gave you a reassuring smile. "I trust your judgment, I'm sure they're fantastic, whoever this person is-"

"It's The Master," you suddenly blurted out, knowing the longer you listened to his praise the worse it would feel once you finally disappointed him. "I'm- I'm seeing The Master."

The Doctor just stood there, a look of bewilderment frozen on his face. "...what?"

You let out a sigh, having expected this kind of reaction already."It's The Master," you affirmed, having crossed the point of no return. "I- I know you're probably upset, and rightfully so, but she's really not that bad, once you get to know her-"

"Has she hypnotized you?" This time, it was you who was getting cut off mid sentence. "Has she threatened to hurt you in any way? Is she forcing you to go traveling with her?" Surprisingly enough, he didn't sound mad, like you thought he would. He didn't look it, either. He just seemed to be the reasonable amount of concerned.

You shook your head no at his questions. "No, she hasn't. I travel with her because I want to, because I like doing it. She-" you voice became slightly quieter as you recounted one of the many dates she'd taken you on "-she took me to see the aurora borealis, once. On a planet that had been completely covered in snow and ice."

That trip was especially vivid in your memory, partially due to how many layers you had to wrap up in so you wouldn't get cold. The part you remembered the most, though, was when The Master had noticed you'd forgotten to bring a pair of gloves with you, and took off her own in an effort to help keep your hands warm.

She could've just given you her gloves to wear, which might've been easier, but she hadn't, choosing to take your hands tightly in hers instead. That was the first time she'd ever done that, both in holding your hand properly and taking off her gloves in front of you.

The Doctor noticed the look of calm that washed over you when you were talking about her, one that not even hypnotism could conjure up. "Do you love her?" He asked softly, already getting a sense as to what the answer might be.

"Yes, I do." You professed as your eyes met his. His gaze was understanding and warm, the exact opposite of what you'd thought it'd be.

"Well, if that's the case-" He began, walking over to the TARDIS's control panel and fiddling around with it some "-then I suppose I have no choice..."

You sucked in a breath of air, incredibly tense as you waited for him to say what he was going to do with you. Maybe he'd just throw you in a black hole and be done with it. Or, worse, maybe he'd drop you off on some random planet somewhere where there was absolutely no chance for survival.

"...but to take you to see her." He finished with a flourish as the TARDIS landed. The Doctor opened the door and stepped outside, gesturing for you to follow him.

"This had better be good," a voice grumbled from in front of you, belonging to none other than The Master herself. Her gaze softened when she spotted you, though it didn't last very long, her eyes narrowing at The Doctor in suspicion. "What's all this?"

"I just wanted to say-" He turned, beckoning you to come closer "-that I know about your relationship with each other. And I'm not mad. In fact, I'm delighted."

You and The Master exchanged a look of confusion and disbelief. The Doctor noticed this, continuing nonetheless.

"It's true. Now, I know we haven't always been on the best of terms-"

"That's one way to put it," The Master muttered, crossing her arms.

"-but I don't want to make any unnecessary assumptions about the two of you. And while part of me does believe this could possibly be some sort of an eleborate plan to take me down-"

"Doctor," you whispered harshly, The Master smirking in amusement at your reaction.

"-I also don't want to define you only by your past mistakes." If he heard you, he didn't show it.

"I have a million reasons why I shouldn't trust you." The Doctor said directly to the clearly unimpressed woman standing in front of him. "But so did they, and now look where we are."

His words seemed to actually have an affect on her given how she'd uncrossed her arms and appeared to be actually listening. Until she opened her mouth. "So what is this then, you deciding to give us your blessing?" She sneered, going back to being defensive.

"Master." You took a step forward, offering your hand out to her, which she gladly took. "I think what he's trying to get at here, is that even if he doesn't trust you, he's not going to judge or shame me for doing the exact opposite. I can still be friends with him while also seeing you. That's all I've ever wanted."

The words you spoke seemed to have finally gotten to The Master. The ever permanent scowl she usually had on her face when being forced to interact with The Doctor disappeared, replaced by the faintest smile that only you could discern.

The Doctor clapped his hands together once in satisfaction. "Great! I'll leave you two to it, then."

The Master rolled her eyes in annoyance, causing you to let out a quiet giggle. "Yeah, you do that," she sarcastically replied, watching as The Doctor entered the TARDIS.

You waved him goodbye before turning back to the Time Lady in front of you. "So, where to now?" You asked excitedly, giving the hand you were holding a gentle squeeze.

She squeezed yours back, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "Wherever you want."

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Congratulations, I'm really glad to hear that your interview went well.

If it's okay with you, may I please request a Dhawan!master x reader (or Whittaker!master x reader) request where the reader has gone to a hypnosis show with some friends, the master is disguised as the hypnotist. The reader gets called on and goes to the stage but by the time the reader recognises the master they put the reader under their control. Makes the audience forget and takes the reader with them .

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Title: Under His Spell

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You hated being the centre of attention so it was a surprise to you that you agreed to go on stage. Maybe it was the encouragement of your friends or the couple of glasses of wine you had but somehow you found yourself up on stage.

“A round of applause for our brave volunteer.”

You could feel your cheeks get hot at the sound of applause. However, there was something strange about it. The audience had fixed grins and their eyes were eerily blank. The clapping went on for far too long and it was only when someone clicked their fingers that it stopped at once. Everyone stopped clapping at exactly the same time and that made you blood freeze.

Terror gripped you but you found that you couldn’t move. You gritted your teeth and tried in vain to move your arm but it just wouldn’t budge. Strong hands gripped your shoulder and a pair of lips brushed against your cheek.

“Easy love,” said a sickeningly familiar voice, “don’t want to hurt yourself.”

The Master trailed a finger down the column of your throat and you gasped for air. You glared at him as he walked in front of you and grinned at you.

“Did you like my little show?” he asked

“Fuck you.”

“Rude.”

“The truth hurts. Now let me go.”

“After I put all this effort into getting you here? No.”

“Getting me here? What do you mean?”

The Master sighed and clasped his hands behind his back as he walked around you. He gave you a disappointed look as he disappeared from view. You hated not being able to have him in your view. Your breath hitched as you once against felt his hands on your shoulders. He trailed his fingers up and down your arms as he pressed his chest against your back. He rested his chin on your shoulder and rested his cheek against yours. You cringed at the feeling of his beard against your cheek. To an outsider it might’ve looked like a romantic scene. The Master brushed his nose against your cheek before pressing a lingering kiss against it. His arms snaked around your waist and gave it a tight squeeze.

“What have you done to them?” you asked

“To who?”

“Them.”

You tried to raise your arm but it was still stuck. The Master chuckled and said,

“Ah, them. The useless humans.”

“I’m a useless human.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself, pet. You are far more than that.”

The Master walked in front of you. He studied you intently before pressing his forehead against yours. You could feel his lips brush against yours. A mockingly intimate gesture.

“You are my human,” he said, “and you’re coming with me.”

“And what about all those witnesses?”

The Master briefly looked over his shoulder before looking back at you. He had a bored expression and shrugged and said,

“Bold of you to think that they’d remember any of this.”

“Wh…what? You can make them forget?”

“I will make them forget.”

The Master brushed his hand over your face and a sudden weakness came over you. Your body suddenly unlocked and you collapsed into the Master’s waiting arms. Your eyelids became heavy and you found yourself slowly slipping into a comforting darkness.

“And,” the Master said softly, “you as well. Sleep well.”

[maccreadysbaby]

A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

and john’s back at it again ALSO one of his lines is FORESHADOWING babdmdkdkfjsn

part thirty-seven

❝ PLAN B ❞

THURSDAY — SEPTEMBER 3 — 12:00 PM

BENTLEY WAS PRETTY SURE HE’D NEVER MET ANYONE, NOT EVEN THE PUPPET MASTER, WHO COULD PULL STRINGS LIKE A WAYNE. Because, less than four hours later (with Bruce’s blessing), Bentley Whittaker and Jason Todd were waiting to get called into the visitation room at Blackgate Penitentiary to see his father.

Bentley hadn’t expected to be so nervous. Maybe he should’ve, since he was going to talk to the man who’d abused him for ten years, kidnapped him, poisoned him, and was now turning people into terrifying monsters whose only soul purpose was to murder his family. Not to mention that he’d just been patted and scanned and checked all over by people who, he was pretty darn positive, were carrying guns. And he was in a prison. Full of, like, murderers and stuff.

Before they’d left the house, he’d been a normal amount of nervous, but now, sitting in the empty prison hallway, he was downright horrified. He and Jason were sitting in uncomfortable metal chairs, staring down at old tile. Bentley’s knee was bouncing at a pace that might rival Nico’s superpowers. Honestly, as dreary as it was, he’d rather be back at the Manor sitting on the same loveseat watching Asten puke his guts out every ten minutes. (Because, yes, that was happening again.)

Bentley heard Jason breathe in and out. “You know, it’s not too late to back out.”

Bentley glanced over at him. They were both a little more presentable now, mirroring one another in varying colored jeans and hoodies. Jason had fixed his hair in its typical upward fashion, putting the white streak on full display. He was looking back at Bentley, a serious look on his face, his greenish-blue eyes gleaming oddly under the fluorescent lights. 

Bentley looked down at his ratty red tennis shoes, at his vigorously bouncing knee. “No.”

He felt Jason’s eyes on him, and could practically feel the smirk on his face when he replied: “You sure? Because you look like you’re trying to pedal a broken bicycle.”

Bentley forced his knee to stop moving. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Jason said, patting Bentley’s knee once, quickly. “Just… really think about it. I can’t come in with you, so it’ll just be you, him, and a cop. If you really don’t want to do it, that’s okay.”

Bentley let out a puff of air. “I’m going to do it.”

“Okay,” He saw Jason nod in his peripheral, and after a moment of silence, he leaned in close and continued: “But if anything happens, I’ll blow that door off its hinges before the cops even know what’s happening.”

Bentley cracked a smile at that, and Jason sat back with a triumphant smirk.

Waiting felt like both an eternity and a split second. One minute, he and Jason were sitting alone in the hall, the next, he was being ushered through a big, thick door by a female officer who was relaying ground rules and reinforcing the fact that Bentley only had twenty minutes to talk to his dad.

“You don’t have to stay for all twenty,” Jason interrupted as Bentley was whisked down the hall, which the officer didn’t really appreciate. The woman kept talking but Bentley couldn’t really focus; he was too busy trying to peer into the visitation area. 

The long, barren hallway turned into a long, barren room, lined with plexiglass booths. There were no other people in there. Each booth had a phone and desk on either side, separated in the middle by a wall of glass. There was a sign above every window that said: please don’t scratch the glass!

Bentley steeled when he spotted a mop of red hair that matched his to the tee, sitting behind one of the windows. He breathed in and out. His father couldn’t get to him behind the glass, right? Bentley didn’t see any holes or doors or ways for him to get into the room. The police officer, whose hair Bentley could now see was black, closed the door to the room and went to stand along the wall.

With a final quick glance up to her, Bentley made his way to the rickety spinning stool across from his father. Third booth from the right.

He looked… different. Not so clean cut. His hair was longer — he’d always been so anal about trimming his hair that Bentley was thoroughly shocked at the sight of the shaggy red mop that looked a lot like his own now. He had a little facial hair, too, patchy and strange looking. He was wearing a matching set of gray clothes, not a pressed suit, and when Bentley sat down, his shiny brown eyes bored into the child’s head like an electric drill.

Bentley, when he sat down, moved his feet up to the highest rung on the stool in an attempt to make himself smaller. Cut the head off the snake, right? That’s what he was here to do; stop the operation in its tracks. So… how was he supposed to manipulate the manipulator? (In hindsight, maybe he should’ve thought a little bit more before he decided to go to the prison.)

His father picked up the black wall-phone on his side of the glass and brought it up to his ear. Talking openly about, like, crime and stuff was pretty stupid, though, wasn’t it?

Bentley lifted his hands, finger-spelling: sign.

His father put the phone back.

A moment of silence passed where Bentley’s father just sort of watched him closely; contemplating. His eyes scoured what had to be every inch of his son’s appearance before he lifted his hands and signed: ‘You’ve grown.’

Bentley thought long and hard about how he should respond. He considered saying: Yeah, food helps with that, but decided against it. Instead, he just bobbed his fist yes. This was already way harder than he’d thought. How was he supposed to talk to him? After he’d… you know. After all, his father never really gave up, even in jail.

Bentley kept his gaze trained on his father’s hands like he used to, avoiding eye contact like the plague. He didn’t want to see his face. 

The hands moved. ‘How is school?’

Bentley breathed in and out, fingerspelling: ‘Fine.’ Well, besides having a murdering mad scientist (who moves at his father’s command.) for a teacher, and a bully who thought it would be funny to lock Bentley in the janitor's closet. That and the fact that he was now in the public eye for living with Bruce. He didn’t even want to know what the news reports looked like lately. Bruce Wayne’s newest child, gone without a trace?

John nodded. Another brief moment of staring ensued, before he brought his hands up again. ‘Made any friends?’

Not besides the ones you tried to kill. Bentley blinked a few times, moving his fingers calculatively. ‘Yes. But you already knew that.’

His father’s expression grew curious, in an arrogant sort of way, like he was raising his brows to say oh, really? Bentley only looked at him for a second before his eyes drifted back to the table his father’s elbows were resting on. 

‘I know you’re still talking to Dr. Keene,’ Bentley signed subtly, glancing at the officer behind them, who looked anything but engaged. ‘And I’m sure you know by now that he had us at the facility. Then he didn’t.’

His father said nothing. Typical, and a great way to piss off an already sort of simmering-in-his-own-silent-rage kind of child. 

Bentley kept his hands moving, lest they stop. ‘You’re hurting innocent people just to get back at me? I never did anything to you.’

John lifted his hands, his fingers twitching oddly for a moment before he signed: ‘It wasn’t about you. It was about Bruce.’

Bentley fought the urge to roll his eyes. ‘But-’

‘Bruce is the reason your mother and sister are dead. And then he came along and took you away from me, too,’ His father’s hands were sort of trembling, now, his expression intense and hard. Bentley could feel his eyes but still wouldn’t look right at them.

‘You didn’t even want me. What sense is there in attacking someone who got the kid you never wanted? Now you don’t have to deal with me,’ Bentley signed, looking at his father’s hands, shaking his head subtly. ‘You hate me, and now I’m somebody else’s problem. You should be happy.’

‘I don’t hate you,’ Was his father’s reply. Bentley saw his expression change. ‘I love you.’

The child breathed in through his nose. Not this, not again. Get the conversation back on track — control it. ‘No, you don’t.’

‘You can’t tell me what I do and don’t love; you don’t know,’ His father signed. ‘I love you.’

‘No, you don’t, and I don’t care. That’s not what I’m here to talk about,’ Bentley tried, but his signs went unnoticed. 

‘I do, Bentley. I love you,’

Bentley inhaled sharply, looking down at the table with a few blinks. The last time his father had said that, it was a big fat lie. What had Bentley ever done to deserve all of that? All of this? What did he do not to deserve his father’s love?

Still, he caved for the patented back-and-forth arguing game. ‘You don’t.’

‘You just don’t want to accept the fact that maybe you’re wrong.’ His father signed, lowering his head so it was more in Bentley’s view. ‘You don’t want to accept the fact that I can change. That I can be more than the monster under your bed.’

What if his father could change? Not that Bentley thought he was. He was still a crazy psycho killer. But what if, one day, he wasn’t? What if, one day, he really was more than the monster from Bentley’s past? What if one day he really wanted to love him? 

What if he wanted him back one day?

Bentley tried to push the thoughts out of his mind — he was on a mission. He was the Puppeteer. Right? His father couldn’t really love him. Right?

‘You asked me in the warehouse why I didn’t love you, and I’m telling you now, that I do,’ His father continued to sign, and Bentley’s eyes began to burn. He tried to push it away with everything in him, but something didn’t want to let go of the hope. The hope that maybe his real dad could love him again. ‘I did some awful things to you out of my own pain. Terrible things I would never wish upon any child in this world. I don’t know if I’ll ever do enough good to make up for it, but the one thing I can make damn well sure I do is let you know that I do love you.’

Bentley looked down at the table. It had been almost a year. Could someone change so fast? A year was long enough, wasn’t it?

‘You’re not lying this time?’ He signed in return.

‘No, Bentley. I didn’t see it before, but I see it now — getting you taken away, coming here, spending my time thinking, reflecting… It helped me realize that you were the best thing that ever happened to me. The only thing I really wanted. Needed.’

Bentley shook his head, blinking away the beginnings of tears. Rational thought and logic said he was lying. Hope said something else. ‘I don’t believe you.’

To the child’s surprise, his father smiled. Actually, literally smiled. With teeth and all. Teeth. Bentley’s father never smiled, let alone at him. ‘That’s okay. I’ll just keep saying it. I love you.’

Bentley shook his head, breathing in, swallowing thickly. ‘Stop.’

‘I love you, Bentley. I love you so much,’

‘Stop lying,’ He tried again.

‘I love you,’

‘Stop it,’

‘Look up at me. Please?’

That strange little sliver of hope had Bentley lifting his head on command, his brown eyes meeting the identical ones of his father. His father had tears — actual, honest tears — beginning to glimmer at the bottom of his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

‘People can change, Bentley. You’re surrounded by them. Damian Wayne went from being a murderer to a superhero. Jason Todd went from rage-killing to a full-time older brother,’ He explained with his hands, smile staying all the while. ‘I can change, Bentley. I want to change. I just need you to have faith in me.’

Bentley stared, dumbfounded, vision slightly obscured by the liquid in his eyes.

‘I,’ His father separated the signs for emphasis with a smile, and an honest to goodness tear went down the man’s face. ‘Love. You.’ 

All that reliable rational thought and logic went out the window, and Bentley brought a hand to his mouth. Of all the things he expected to do while talking to his father, crying was not one of them. But here he was. Crying. (He probably should’ve expected to cry anyways. He was basically a professional at it.)

For a moment, he just rested his elbows on the table and put his head in his hands. So many red flags were waving in his mind, alarm bells sounding, lights flashing, telling him his father was lying, deceiving him, but he couldn’t really bring himself to accept it. He couldn’t. Not when his father had just told him he’d loved him ten times in one conversation. Not when Bentley was so close to feeling what he’d always wanted to feel. His father loving him was different from Dick or Bruce, it was… more. It didn’t feel the same. Different, long overdue, and… really, really, really, really good.

So, there he sat for a solid five minutes at least, his palms buried in his eye sockets in an attempt to keep the tears in. (It didn’t work. When did it ever?) He was biting his tongue to keep silent in fear Jason really would hear him crying through the wall and come break it down. 

Logic told him to stop. To pay attention. To use his Puppeteer mind to see through everything his father was saying. That if he really had changed, if he really loved him, he wouldn’t be doing all of this.

The part of him that wanted so badly to be loved didn’t let him. 

Because what if his dad really did love him?

There was a subtle peck on the glass, and Bentley looked up again, finally letting his (watery, and red.) brown eyes meet his father’s and stay there. He was still smiling, kind of like Bruce always did. 

‘It’s been a year, and you still crumble under the weight of three small words. I thought I taught you better than that.’

Bentley sat up, wiping at his eyes, and glanced around the room warily. His father’s smile fell into nothing — something cold, like Bentley was used to. This wasn’t… he hadn’t… again?

‘You were lying?’

‘I thought you lived with detectives, Bentley,’ He signed, one eyebrow raised in a triumphant manner. He leaned in close to the glass, and Bentley instinctively moved away. ‘Listen, and listen closely, because this is the last thing I’m saying to you.’

Bentley looked down at his shaky hands. That strange feeling came again, the same one he felt at the Manor. He heard water moving through the pipes in the ceiling. He felt his blood pumping.

‘Even if you get Dr. Keene arrested, even if you kill Charlie and release the other children and destroy this entire operation from the ground up, you’re going to lose. If I can’t destroy the Wayne’s alone, I’ll just watch all of Gotham burn instead,’ He signed, a strangely competent look coming across his face like he was having a normal business transaction. ‘We have a plan B that you won’t touch, that you won’t even know about until it’s too late. Think of it as a boss fight in a video game. It’s coming. And you can’t stop it.’

Bentley exhaled a shaky breath, wiping at his eyes.

‘If you find a way to stop this — if you make us change to plan B, all the thousands of lives lost here in Gotham are on your head,’ His father smiled a crooked smile, different from the last. ‘There’s no way for you to win, Bentley. This is the end. It's your choice how many people come out of it.’

Bentley’s hands were shaking when he signed: ‘You’re not going to win.’

His father laughed. Literally laughed, out loud. ‘If you really think so, then keep your eye on the news channels. If you keep your ears open you might hear the warning call before the end comes.’

Bentley looked down at his own lap. 

‘And Bentley…’ His father signed, and the child looked up one last time. ‘Just to clear things up… not a single atom of my very being has ever loved you… and not a single atom ever will.’

That was the moment a part of Bentley… died. Something inside of him shifted. The little boy that wanted his dad to love him so badly faded away to nothing, and left something oddly empty and wrong in its wake. Something like rage, but muffled by something else he couldn’t place right then.

Bentley stood up from the stool, letting out a breath of air. ‘That’s okay. Bruce loves me better than you ever could. Don’t you ever get tired of being second best?’

He didn’t wait for his father’s reply, but turned to leave the room.

“Oh, and Bentley…”

He turned back to his father one last time, who was standing now, with a smile. “When the elements are pitted against one another, fire always wins.”

Bentley said nothing. The officer led him out of the room.

When Bentley made it back into the hallway and Jason noticed his red rimmed eyes, he looked like he was going to kill someone.

“Bentley?” He questioned, standing up when they got close. “What happened?”

“I think they had a heartfelt conversation. I couldn’t really hear it, of course — I didn’t know the boy didn’t talk,” Said the officer, patting Bentley’s shoulder. “He’s all yours. Make sure you check up with security on your way out.”

Jason took Bentley’s shoulder and replied with a: “Yeah…”

The walk out of the prison felt like an eternity. Somehow, Bentley was feeling everything and nothing at all. It felt like everything negative inside of him — rage, sadness, despair, desperation, terror, loneliness, disappointment, frustration, a whole entire life’s worth of guilt — it was like it was all broiling and fighting to get out, but the lid of the pot was closed too tight. Like it was seeping out of crevices and waiting for the day Bentley Whittaker breaks.

“What did he say to you?” Jason practically demanded, his hand staying firmly on Bentley’s left shoulder as they walked through the not-very-crowded parking lot. He had a very deadpan, sort of pissed off look on his face. 

Bentley looked everywhere but at Jason, dutifully shutting down the urges to cry or throw a tantrum or punch something or burn down a house. “I just… can we just go home? Please? I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Did he threaten you?” Jason continued, squeezing Bentley’s shoulder as they split to go on either side of the car. Jason climbed in the driver’s seat, and Bentley hopped into the passenger’s side.

“No,” Bentley replied once they were both in Jason’s car, buckling his seatbelt. Not directly, anyway…

“Why have you been crying?”

Bentley looked down at his lap as the car started up. “Can we just go home?”

Jason didn’t argue.

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I really wanted to like the new doctor who, but, boy. Is it a mess.

For full awareness, I want to say that I didn't watch much of Jodie Whittaker's seasons. Or, I stopped somewhere near the end I think. I got incredibly pissed off at the "giving the master to the Nazis" episode and couldn't forgive all the plot transgressions anymore. (Nothing worse than people saying the seasons were bad because she's a woman btw. Her acting was fine, I was excited for a female doctor, the writing was just not great).

But this new season...

First of all, I know that doctor who has always been cheesy. The first episode of nine's season has Mickey being eaten by a sentient alien garbage can. The garbage can takes him somewhere I guess, and then spits out the infamous plastic copy that rose doesn't think twice about. There's a certain suspension of disbelief that goes into watching the show.

But wtf are goblins? They look kinda like elves, they're wearing Santa hats, okay, cool, I get the play. And they're flying in the sky in a wooden space ship. Okay...interesting. and the ship is run with ...knots. rope knots. It's not magic though! It's just coincidence-based science that the doctor doesn't understand yet. I mean, up until two seconds ago he knew approximately everything about the goblins and was teaching Ruby about how they eat people and are drawn to coincidences. Or just want to eat babies that have been...involved in coincidences? It makes it tastier? The Doctor I know would care that they eat babies, maybe argue with them a bit about it, make more of a deal about keeping the baby safe rather than looking at it and going "cool" because the goblins are just singing so well.

And the song. The song is about 50% of the worst part and it's so immersion breaking. The immersion breaking is doubled once the Doctor and Ruby join in. Maybe it's supposed to tie into the maestro being the big bad or something?

Okay, actually. I think it was written by AI. The background was good honestly, that's the part written by Gold, but as soon as the vocals hit I was so immediately immersion breaking. I just looked it up and it says Davies wrote it but I'm not sure I believe it. Like the rhymes are so simple, and it's sort of just a list. And why would they be saying that the goblin king isn't a myth?? Either they know they're singing to an audience or it was never looked at after being written once. Also it's so clearly filmed for a music video it's embarrassing.

AND 60 MINUTES????? FOR WHAT???? the actual action is so fast paced, the monster of the week is explained in a few bullet points at the end, and yet the filler is all over the place, and it lasts so long. The woman that the doctor "saves" from a falling snowman head, who's really just doing her shopping...what's the point of that? Why are they sitting there arguing about whether or not Ruby's mom is suspicious about what's going on? They're acting like it's an emergency one minute and forget about it the next. WHY ARE WE SUPPOSED TO CARE THAT GRANDMA HASN'T GOTTEN A CUPPA?! Things are repeated so often (and so plainly) it makes me feel like I'm watching a show made for children, and hey, maybe I am.

And this is just the first episode! Or, I guess, the Christmas episode. I didn't watch it when it first came out so I thought I was watching the first one. But still! I honestly think they (kind of) get progressively better. But I'm not even that sure.

Another thing, the fact that they seem to kill all of the goblins entirely, and they don't even try diplomacy, really bothers me, if not all the more for the second episode! I think I'm going to have to come back to talk about the second since this is already so long but...yeah.

[hauntingcryptids]

Plus One

Whittaker!Master x Fem!Reader

Summary - The Master breaks into your house to confront you about where you were while you were not travelling with her.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Master being drunk and irrational

Word Count - 1026

A/n - Implied Fem!Reader. Requested by this lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. I hope that you enjoy!

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“Look at you. Sneaking back after a date. That doesn’t seem like you, Y/n.”

The Master aggressively jeered as soon as you opened the door to your flat. She was sitting in your living room armchair, her legs spread wide and domineering in appearance. It was clear to you that she had moved your chair to the corner of the room, probably to look more intimidating to you once you saw her, but something seemed off. Of course, The Master intimidated you, but in a crush type of way, not in a real threat type of way. You were terrified of disappointing her. 

This was different, though. This seemed like a real threat directed at you. The Master was actively trying to scare you. One of her hands was clawed into the stuffing of the armchair and the other was gripping a nearly empty glass of orangy-brown alcohol. It looked like whisky, but you couldn’t be sure. You looked past her briefly to see a fancy alcohol bottle on one of your side tables. It was alien, so that didn’t really help you in discerning what it was, but it informed you of the fact that The Master really wanted to get drunk. If she didn’t, then she would have just drunk your Human alcohol.

“Won’t your date be jealous if they discover you staring at me like that? The Master leered at you and looked you up and down with seething anger.

“Okay, I’m going to be blunt, I have no idea what you're talking about or why you are upset, Master.”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n! You asked me to take you back to Earth urgently and specifically at this time. I planned to stop by because I was bored, as I often am when you are not around, and I see you leave your house in an extravagant outfit with a full face of makeup. You were clearly out with someone, and I want to know who they were so I can destroy them. You are my companion. You’re mine and you always will be!” 

“You really have completely misinterpreted this situation -” You laughed anxiously but The Master cut you off before you could explain.

“You dare accuse me of misunderstanding something when you have gone behind my back to fool around with some peasant!”

“All I did was go to a friend’s wedding! I didn’t go on a date.” The Master halted her aggressive, accusatory hand movements and slumped in confusion. 

“A wedding! Well, why didn’t you tell me? I love weddings! Great places to scope out new victims.”

“It’s a Human wedding.”

“But that’s still a wedding! I would have loved to go! Why not let me join you as your date?”

“Oh! I don’t know maybe because one: you hate Humans. Two: Humans would be the only race present at the wedding. And three: you hate Humans! Why would I invite you somewhere that would cause you to kill someone?”

“I wouldn’t kill anyone if you didn’t want me to. The worst I would do would be to cause a serious injury.”

“That is not any better, Master.”

“Well, technically -”

“Why are you so upset about this?”

“I don’t know. I just want to be seen with you.”

“Even if you want to kill everyone around you out of annoyance?”

“At least everyone will know that you are mine.”

“If someone close to me is getting married, then I will invite you as my plus one, okay, Master?” The Master happily nodded to you and then downed the last bit of her drink. She then tried to stand up but wobbled and fell back into your living room chair. You rushed over and helped the alien stand up. You wondered what she had been drinking and how much she had. 

“Where’s your TARDIS?”

“Down the street.” Since The Master’s TARDIS was too far away, you just decided to let her stay in your bedroom to sleep off her drunkenness.

“Well, how did you get in here?”

“Sonic laser. Very good at opening windows.”

“Okay, you’ll be fixing that once you are sober.” 

Eventually, the two of you struggled and sloshed to your bedroom. You tried to get some information out of The Master about the best way to take care of her in her drunken state, but she wasn’t incredibly coherent. The alcohol seemed to be hitting her all at once and she just seemed overjoyed about the fact you promised to bring her as your date for an upcoming wedding. 

You brought The Master a giant glass of water and made her drink a good portion of it before you forced her to change out of her incredibly fancy outfit. You gave The Master some of your sleep clothes and moved to give her some privacy. But she wanted you to stay with her in case she fell. You saw through her lie, though. She was a bad liar when drunk. The Master obviously wanted you to see her half-naked. You also changed into some sleep clothes, which caused The Master to fumble and ogle you drunkenly for a moment. But after many drunken delays, you and The Master crawled into bed and snuggled up together. You were shocked again; The Master was incredibly cuddly when drunk.

“Master, I don’t want to upset you, but I was offered to bring a plus one to this wedding.”

“Well, why didn’t you invite me if you had the opportunity to bring your own guest?” The Master’s head jolted upward in order to look you in the eye.

“How many times do I have to remind you that you hate Humans, Master?”

“But I like you. No other Humans matter because I like you.” The Master slumped forward and cuddled into your chest. You tried your best to not become flustered by this action or The Master’s confession.

“I like you, too, Master.”

“Promise to invite me in the future?”

“I promise. Now we should get some sleep, especially you.”

“Ugh fine, but only because you are the one telling me to do so. Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight, Master. Sleep well.”

[plethora-of-imagines]

Okay I saw a piece of art by aelizel and it was of dhawan!master and whittaker!doctor as cats and it gave me an idea for a request (this may sound like a silly request so I do apologise)

May I please make a Dhawan!master x reader request where the master is working on a machine or device to capture the doctor but something "goes wrong" and he is turned into a cat as a result. The reader has to fix the device (with the master's help) and after a few hours they eventually do so and the master is turned back into his true appearance. (Maybe once the master is changed back the reader is "accidentally" turned into a cat by the master and the reader and eventually the master turns the reader back to normal, say after a few hours)

If you're not comfortable then that's okay, have a nice night/day

Bursting out into a wild fit of laughter at what had just occurred. Almost passing out from your lack of breath and tears. A disgruntled, drawn out “meow” the only complaint the Master could make.

“Awww,” finally really looking him over you saw that he was the most adorable fluffy grey cat. “You look so cuddly Master!”

You could tell he didn’t approve of your reaction to his misfortuine. Why was it that cats could always show there displeasure so well...?

Glancing over at the strange machine you assumed had to be responsible for the mess you were already lost.

“Are you sure you don’t want to just live on as a cat? You’ll get nine lives and all so its not too different is it?”

You really didn’t want to deal with trying to fix whatever had gone wrong with the machine. 

“Ow!”

Sharp pain covered your hand. He bit you! Dragging your hand over to his tools with all of his small kitten strength.

“Why are your teeth so sharp!” Complaining as you let him drag your hand over to the tools.

God, you hoped he had a smarter plan for communicating that biting you.

Sitting on your shoulder, purring up a storm the Master waited for you to make the final adjustments. He had put up with your dozens of breaks so that you could cuddle him and take hundreds of pictures. Jumping off of you just in time for the machine to work its magic.

Shaking off the odd feeling of his body changing again the Master turned to you with a grin that spoke mischief.

“I have to wonder what you would look like as a cat, love. It’s only fair to let me have a turn playing with you.”

Squealing at you tried to run away you didn’t manage to escape before the Master had shrunk you down into a feline size. Hissing - as somehow that was the instinctual sound you made- as he picked you up and cradled you in his arms.

Growling content slowly as the warmth of his arms made you feel the need to purr. Gosh, purring was as wonderful a sensation as you imagined it would be.

“How cute,” the Master cooed as you prepared for a pleasant cat nap in his arms.

This was a mistake you could get behind.

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[notyetneedcoffee]

Kicking Up Dust - Part 9

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Bucky gets a little violent

A/N: Takes place after ‘Falcon and the Winter Soldier’ with one major exception - Steve Rogers is not dead. He stepped down. This is in line with my Crossroads story. There will also be a parallel Steve story coming.

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Part 8 or Master List

PART 9

“Put them on.” Bucky held out your clothes.

“No.” You crossed your arms and glared. Now that the shock had worn off, you were pissed. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“It would be safer.” Bucky scowled back.

“Don’t care.” You snatched the clothes from him and tossed them on the bed. “I’m not being ran out of this house. I’m not leaving it. I’m not leaving you.”

His eyes softened. “This could get ugly.”

“Don’t care.” You repeated.

“I don’t,” he sighed, eyes falling to the ground. “I don’t want you to be around if I have to get . . . intense.”

You placed your hand on his bare chest, fingers barely brushing the scars below his left shoulder. “You’re not going to scare me, or shock me, or push me away.” He looked away, staring at the wall. “Bucky, I trust you.”

Even if he could have trusted his voice, Bucky had no idea what to say. It didn’t matter. Every raw emotion could be seen on his face. His hands cupped your cheeks and kissed you deep. Before the kiss could flare to passion, he pulled away. “Then I have some calls to make.”

Nodding, you smiled. “I’ll get something to cover that window.”

A while later you entered the sitting room. Bucky spoke quietly to someone on his cell phone. You weren’t sure of the language, something Slavic. He stared out the front window towards the front drive and could you see the tension in his muscles under the sweatshirt. You caught the name of the town and the name of the original homeowner, Lewis.

He touched the screen of his phone and you began to ask about the call, but he held up a finger. Holding it to his ear again, he answered with ‘Barnes’. You settled in the window seat to wait. After a moment, he just grunted, then gave a quiet thanks.

“Well?” You asked.

“I’m confident the beat to hell Explorer belongs to our boy Mic from the diner, which means it was the other guy, Bobby, who was in the house. I had someone run the partial plate and get me an address. Would you be surprised to hear they rent a house with cop Whittaker’s son?”

“Small town. Bully cop, bully kids.” You shrug. “Makes sense.”

His eyebrow quirked up. “Want to go visit?”

A young man opened the door. The sandy hair falling in his face almost hid his stoned, glazed eyes. They went wide as Bucky’s metal fingers clamped around his throat and lifted him to the tips of his toes.

“Hey, Bobby.”

Bucky pushed into the living room, not lessening his grip and practically carrying the other man by the throat. Shouts of surprise filled the room. One guy cowered on the sunken sofa. Another dashed for a backpack, pulling out a gun. Without letting go of Bobby’s throat, Bucky plucked a game controller off the coffee table and flung it at the guy’s head with such power that he dropped to the floor, out cold.

“Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me, man!” The other one from the diner, Mic, whimpered from the sofa.

“Why were you in my house?” You asked from just behind Bucky.

Bobby choked and sputtered. Bucky lowered him a little more to his feet and he took a raspy breath. “I wasn’t.”

“Really?” You tried to sound bored, though you were a little worried Bucky might do some permanent damage. “You’re going to try lying to him?”

Bucky stared into Bobby’s eyes as he pulled him a little closer.

“We just wanted to see, okay!” Mic whined. “We’ve always thought that place was off limits, protected. We just wanted to see what was so special.”

“How long were you in the house? Did you like what you heard?” Bucky’s voice was murderous.

Bobby clutched his metal wrist with both hands, fighting to breathe. He rasped, “No. No. Just looked around. Heard you… come down the stairs.”

“Who kept everyone away from the house?” You asked. “Why?”

Bucky tossed Bobby onto the sofa, where he landed on his friend. “Answer her.”

“Don’t know.” Bobby coughed. “Dudes used to get shot at. My dad said someone put three bullets in his truck when he was a teenager.”

“We always heard someone had a grow farm out there.” Mic added.

There was no evidence of anyone growing weed on the property. Although, you admitted you hadn’t walked the whole property.

“I also heard the mob uses the land to bury bodies.”

“So, some mystery shooter kept you away all this time, and you idiots decide to break in with The Winter Soldier in the house?” You emphasized Bucky’s former title. “What the hell were you thinking? He could have killed you.”

“I still might.” Bucky glared.

Both boys cringed away.

The one lying on the floor began to stir. Bucky stalked over and picked him up by the collar of his shirt and dumped him next to his friends. “Huh! Hey! Ow!”

“Let’s make this really clear. Stay the hell off my property. You do that and…”

Bucky cut you off. “You may live.”

“Who the fuck are you? My dad is going to…”

“Shut up, Joey.” Mic hissed.

Bucky just stared until all three sat slumped on the sofa, focused on the floor. You waited for him to do something. The longer the silence stretched, the more anxious they got. Poor Mic looked like he was going to piss himself at any moment.

“There is nothing on that property that concerns you.” Bucky finally spoke. His voice remained low and dangerous. “Ain’t nothing there worth dying for. Understand?”

They just sunk deeper into the sofa.

“Understand?!” Bucky boomed.

They all nodded, muttering agreements.

“Good.” Bucky marched over to where Joey’s gun had fallen. It was a common 9mm. He popped the magazine and flicked the bullets free with his thumb. The boys looked up at the sound of them hitting the floor. Gun cleared and magazine empty, Bucky stepped closer to them again. He folded the gun in half with his vibranium hand. You nearly laughed at the terrified look upon their faces. He held it out to guy they called Joey. With a dry tone Bucky said, “Oops. Sorry.”

“Are we done here?” You asked, working hard to keep the amusement from your voice.

“Yeah,” Bucky held open the door for you. “I think we’re done.”

As you pulled out of the driveway, you reached for Bucky’s hand. He stiffened. You didn’t give him the chance to argue and just entwined your fingers with his to pull it closer. He stared at you from the passenger seat for a long moment before exhaling slowly and relaxing.

“So,” you sighed. “Someone has been keeping people off the property. They didn’t do anything to keep me away. Any idea where to check next?”

“I’ll make a few more calls.”

You glanced over to see him chewing on his lower lip. “What is it?”

“There was no evidence of anyone in the house, right?” You nodded. “How thoroughly have you checked out the barn or any of the other outbuildings?”

“Just a cursory look at the barn.” You admitted. “I haven’t even been out to the greenhouses.”

“I’ll check it out when we get back.” Bucky pulled his phone out of his pocket. He left it on speaker when he dialed.

A familiar voice answered. “Buck.”

“Steve. Any chance I can put FRIDAY to work on something? I don’t have a direct line to her anymore.”

“Hang on. FRIDAY, would you please join us on the phone?”

A synthetic voice responded. “Hello, Sergeant Barnes. What may I do for you?”

 “I’m trying to figure out who has been protecting my sister’s home and why. Feel free to pull the address and all the information I have so far from my phone. There’s a history around the previous owners – my sister’s husband’s family.”

“What’s going on up there?” Steve asked.

“Someone has been keeping all the locals from entering the property. I thought it was all from old stories and stuff, but today we heard someone was shot at a few years back. Thing is, no one has been in the house since Archie died.”

“You think it’s something shady?” Steve sounded concerned.

“I think it’s suspicious and maybe dangerous.”

“Sergeant.” FRIDAY’s voice interjected. “I have transferred data to your phone regarding the property in question including utility payments, work permits, and legal documentation accessible to me. I have also sorted all mentions and communications by relevance and date. If you wish background data on any of the records they can be found on your secured server. There’s is inadequate space on your mobile device.”

“Thanks, FRIDAY.”

“Keep me posted, Bucky. If there’s anything I can do, just call.”

“Will do, pal.”

Bucky hung up and gave a low whistle as he scrolled through his phone. “Looks like I’ve got a lot of reading to do.”

“The computer pulled together that much info together that fast?” You glanced sideways.

“It’s Stark’s. She’s amazing.” Bucky shrugged. “Let’s grab some food on our way home so we can just focus on all these reports.”

You smiled, trying not flush as his words made your chest warm. Even if you were in for a long night of reading reports, you were heading ‘home’ together.

[fxlling13]

Whittaker!master fluff with prompt 16 maybe? I hope you’re having a wonderful day :))

I love getting requests so ty ty. I know its not the best but I hope you enjoyed at least some of it.

Prompt: (16) "You're very endearing when you're half asleep."

Fluff

No warnings :)

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After being with the master for so long, you had grown accustom to falling asleep next to her. She was safe and warm. To you at least. For everyone else, they'd never see that side of her. That was only for you and no one else. She had said that countless times and you never got tired of hearing it. It made you feel special, wanted, at home. You had never felt home till you found her. Whisking you away from that lonely life and showing you the stars. Together you had taken over planets, watched constellations burn and seen armies fall at the mention of her name. Truly, the master was awe-inspiring. You wouldn't change anything. Except for the fact that you were alone right now. Curled up in her bed, face pressed to her pillow which, still smelt of her mandarin shampoo. Hours ago, she had left on an urgent call. Saying that it was too dangerous for you to come along. Knowing that she'd never see you as weak, this must of been serious. Still, you missed her. Sleep was drawing you in but you resisted, needing her to feel secure. Seemingly , your prayers had been answered when you heard the door creak open. Entering the room, the master looked over and tilted her head.

"You should be asleep." She said sternly, but you knew there was no malice behind her words. Giving her a sleepy smile, you sat up and reached out slightly.

"Was waiting for you." Admitting this, you get slightly embarrassed but when her eyes softened, all that washed away.

"Give me a second and I'll be with you, love." Not being able to surpess your smile, you settled down again and waited patiently. Even though you had no idea where she had been, you didn't care. All you wanted was her in this bed, wrapped around you. Out of the bathroom she came, pyjamas now acquired and slipped into the bed beside you. Instantly, her arms encased your body protectively. Your head buried into the crook of her neck as your arm hung over her waist comfortably.

"How come you waited for me sweets? I could of been gone all night." Humming at her question, you snuggled against the master more.

"I need you to sleep." Your voice was very quiet, a mumble at this point from how tired you were.

"Oh? How so?"  She was interested now, wanting to know exactly what you meant. In your drowsy state, you just giggled and began explaining yourself.

"You're my home. You know? If you're here, everything is okay." It was silent for a moment, only your shallow breaths could be heard along with the ships engines. Placing a kiss to your head, the master brought you in closer.

"You're very endearing when you're half asleep." She chuckled, running her fingers through and untangling your hair. Content with her actions, you yawned quietly and eased as you listened to her dual heartbeat. Letting eyes finally close, sleep was taking over fast, before you could even stop it. That was the affect she had on you. Once you were here. Warm and wrapped up in her hold, you were out like a light. She was like the best night cap in the universe. Your own personal remedy that never failed. Giving in to dreamland, the master smiled down at you with a sense of pride. She loved you, there was no doubt about it. Even though it terrified her at first, there was no denying how you brought her a sense of peace. A sense of purpose. Noticing you were fully asleep, the blondes arms gripper just a little tighter. Holding you as close as possible to ensure you both got the sleep you deserved.

"Good night, love."

[mr-craig]

Okay so here’s some thoughts about last night’s Doctor Who, and the Chibnall era in general now I can see it as a whole.

Spoilers ahead.

I was pleasantly surprised by The Power of the Doctor. The Master as Rasputin? Dancing to Boney M? Gloriously silly. The Master becoming the Doctor and adding McCoy’s pullover, Davison’s celery and Troughton’s recorder to Whittaker’s ensemble? Delightful. The return of Ace? Ace! (Still calling the Doctor ‘Professor’!) The return of Tegan? I was never a big fan of hers (or the Davison era in general) but she was good here and it worked. The return of Kate Stewart? I mean she was in Flux so not as big a deal to see her again, but she was good as usual. The ex-companion’s support group? Lovely, especially Ian, whose appearance made me choke up. The appearance of David Bradley (at the place I will refer to as The Metaphor) made me go awww, then even bigger awwws as he morphed into Colin Baker, Sylvester McCoy, Paul McGann, and Peter Davison. McCoy and Davison getting to have a little moment with Ace and Tegan respectively, albeit in hologram form, was really lovely. (“We’re more than good. We’re ace!” 🥹) A lot of this was playing on my affection for Classic Who, I’m not sure how it plays to a newer viewer, but I really enjoyed all of that stuff. (A friend who hasn’t seen Classic Who also enjoyed it — but he did ask me in advance for a quick summary of Ace and Tegan, which helped him.)

So as a single episode, in the context of wider Who history, it was lovely. But as a finale for Jodie Whittaker and the Chibnall era specifically… that aspect of it was overshadowed by the Classic Who cameos and references, but when my mind focuses on it, I find it very unsatisfying. Chibnall set up so many things that were potentially interesting, and then stubbornly refused to be interesting. He belatedly had Yaz reveal her feelings for the Doctor in Eve of the Daleks — after three seasons of subtext so subtle I think a lot of it was unintentional at the time and only retroactively made into subtext by big interest from Thasmin shippers — then gave them one quiet scene to discuss their feelings in the middle of the absolute clusterfuck that was Legend of the Sea Devils. Their romance conspicuously didn’t progress any further in Power of the Doctor, and its ending was an absolute damp squib. If Rose and Clara stuck with the Doctor through regenerations, I refuse to believe Yaz would just agree to leave like that, and say goodbye with only a nod. I’m not saying I wanted Yaz to die, but it felt like they were building up to her being so devoted to the Doctor that that was the only way she would leave. Maybe the lack of angst is a blessing, but there was a lack of really anything else, for a companion who has been with the Doctor for three seasons plus specials, the most consistent run for any companion of the modern era.

And Whittaker herself was somewhat overshadowed by a) all the cameos, and b) turning into Sacha Dhawan for a while. (He was brilliant though, loved those scenes.) She did get to triumphantly save the day, so that was nice, and getting killed by the Master as his dying act, lashing out desperately, worked well enough. And her final regeneration speech was quite sweet, I liked that a lot. “Doctor whoever I’m gonna be next — tag, you’re it.”

Which brings us to that regeneration. What? What?! WHAT?!!

Okay so I’m excited to see David Tennant return, he’s always welcome. I saw fan theories that Whittaker would regenerate into him, and I was sceptical… but that is actually what happened. Or at least what we saw. The fact that his suit regenerated too, combined with Ncuti Gatwa’s appearance in the trailer (wearing what appears to be Tennant’s unbuttoned shirt and undone tie and exclaiming “I don’t know who I am anymore!”), suggests that some sci-fi fuckery is afoot. Looking like Tennant is either an illusion caused by whatever baddie Neil Patrick Harris will be playing and it’ll turn out to be Gatwa underneath, or it’s some quirk of regeneration unlocked by knowledge of the Timeless Child (which honestly I doubt, since I expect Russell T Davies will have his own ideas he wants to run with). Either way, we know Tennant is only in the 2023 specials, and Gatwa was announced by the BBC specifically as the Fourteenth Doctor, so there’s gonna be some wibbly-wobbly reason why Tennant isn’t actually a permanent new incarnation with the same face as a previous one.

Oh yes, and speaking of the Timeless Child… assuming that’s a plot thread future showrunners won’t bother to touch, that all came to nothing, didn’t it! That was Chibnall’s master plan? The story he was eager to tell over his three season run? A story with no definitive answers or satisfying conclusions, a story with nothing to say. We still don’t even know for certain where in the Doctor’s timeline the Fugitive Doctor fits, which is supremely irritating to me. (The Master made an enigmatic reference to Troughton’s forced regeneration and it maybe not being the only time it had happened, so I take that as an oblique clue for the nerdy-enough that the Fugitive Doctor slots in between the un-filmed regeneration of Troughton and Pertwee. Presumably the Time Lords punished the Doctor not only with forced regeneration, but with using a secret extra incarnation to do their dirty work before erasing the memories and dumping Pertwee in a broken Tardis.)

So, in conclusion… fun episode on its own merits, lovely tribute to ‘80s Who, but very unsatisfying conclusion to the era it’s actually from and a weak send-off for Thirteen and Yaz.

But RTD2 is coming!

[an-american-whovian]

• An American Whovian Reviews: 'The Power of the Doctor' by Chris Chibnall.

- The Story Thus Far -

After almost five years and three series -- the Chris Chibnall, Jodie Whittaker/Thirteenth Doctor era is coming to a close.

(Much to the the joy of a decent amount of Whovians.)

Will he go out with ANOTHER subpar story -- or will he FINALLY pull a decent story out of his ass!?

- The Great (Space) Train Robbery -

I'm always a sucker fer opening an episode midway through an adventure. Aside from the shitty special effects -- not a bad way to get started.

Like, I enjoyed this bit more than I've had the entire Chibnall era.

- So Long & Thanks fer All the Fish -

So after a random scary incident during the space train sequence -- Dan just up and decides he wants to leave the TARDIS!?

DUDE SAW THE UNIVERSE ALMOST GET DEVOURED LAST SERIES AND THIS MAKES HIM WANT TO LEAVE.

Just a useless and VERY underdeveloped character (even worseso than Yaz).

Later, Dan. We hardly knew you.

Literally.

- Character Regression -

So after three series during the Capaldi era of character development with Missy, the Master, just ups and goes back to being this manic psychopath?

I'll never understand it.

Maybe, if they, like, had said this was an incarnation we hadn't met before -- then I could get behind it.

Although, I do love him actually being Rasputin. Very classic Delgado Master stuff.

- Show and Don't Tell at the Same Time -

I REALLY wanted to like Jodie as the Doctor. I was all about a female Doctor as a fresh change. Be that as it may, holy fuck, did Chibnall do her no favors with the dialouge. It's, like, he wrote her fer blind viewers or something -- 'cause she is PERPETUALLY telling me what's happening.

Like, yes, I can see that this little girl isn't just a little girl -- but some sort of cosmic energy! Thanks making it clear . . .

It almost makes anytime she speaks unbearable to listen.

- A List of Gripes -

1. Fucking hell. These "CyberMasters" are even worse shots than Stormtroopers.

2. What was the point of Chibnall making a reference of UNIT being closed two series back -- only to just bring them back out of nowhere? Stupid.

3. There's CyberMasters, Daleks, a companion leaves, two old ones show up, cosmic manifestation and missing paintings -- and we're only 20 minutes in.

(In the last ones defense: at least I'm not bored.)

- A Welcomed Return -

When Ace referred to the Doctor as "Prosessor", I TOTALLY got misty eyed. She's definitely in my top 3 companions; it's a shame they took this long to bring her back.

Tegan, on the other hand, I could care less about. Literally one of my least favorite companions.

Good to know she's still a bitch.

- I Take it Back, Maybe -

Okay, my gripe of the Master going back to being a psycho aside, this has pro'ly been the scariest the Master has been since Missy's first appearance.

More importantly, this has been the best THIS incarnation of the Master has been. Like, dude was legit creeping me out trying to get into Yaz's head; and when he reminds Tegan about how he shrunk her aunt? Perfect.

"I'm human intolerant." "Master's Dalek Plan".

Gold.

- And Vinder Was His Name-O -

Vinder came back fer some fucking reason. Remember Vinder? He was around during 'Flux'. You wanted him back, right?

Yea, neither did why . . .

Ashad is back, too. You know, that incomplete Cyberman that would've more interesting if he was a vengeful Adric? He's back, too. Helping the Master.

You know, fer reasons . . .

- The Man with a Plan -

So the Master was able to recruit the Daleks AND Cybermen in a plan to capture the Doctor -- out of sheer mutual hatred!?

Pretty weak, Chibs. Not the best plotting device; but this story was so well paced and pretty that I'll let that actually fucking slide.

Mainly, 'cause the Master's plan led to him regenerating into her(?). Which then gave us . . .

- Spoilers 🤫 -

The return of Doctors One, Five, Six, Seven and, one of my FAVORITES, Eight. 'The Power of the Doctor' officially gets my stamp of approval solely based on not just bringing McGann back -- but, also, in his awesome 'Night of the Doctor' garb.

*chef's kiss*

- I Take it Back, Maybe, Again -

The whole interface side plot with the Doctor and past companions REALLY got to me. Especially the one with Tegan.

When the Doctor mentions Adric? That look in her eyes!? 😢 You got me there, Chibs. You got me there.

The reasoning fer the Doctor's looking older through the AI was genius stuff.

- A List of Gripes, Pt. 2 -

Okay, like, what was the plot of this episode? Volcanoes flooding the Earth? Why was Graham just hanging in a volcano? Why did the Master turn into the Doctor!?

So many questions and no answers.

Chibnall's era in a nutshell.

- In the End it Doesn't Even Matter -

All my griping aside, this is OBJECTIVELY Chris Chibnall's best 'Doctor Who' episode EVER. Sincerely, I couldn't tell you what the fuck was going on; but I, also, didn't care.

This episode was fast paced fun, well scored, decently acted and a nice love letter to fans of Classic and NuWho.

Daleks, Cybermen and the Master? Classic Who companions galore? A sweet fun swan song to the Thirteenth Doctor era.

This was, also, Yaz's best effort. I especially adored her and the Doctor eating ice cream atop the TARDIS and floating in space before their non goodbyes.

Could've definitely done without Graham just popping out of nowhere. Him having a 'Doctor Support Group' was beautiful, tho', and a great way to bring back old faces.

I always judged an episode on how quick I want to rewatch it and this one had me wanting to come back again and again.

It's definitely flawed. Yet, what's good in it -- is great.

'The Power of the Doctor' gets three ⭐s out of four.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Greetings, I hope you're having a great day. If it's okay I'd like to request a Whittaker!master x reader. Where the reader is travelling with the Doctor and while wondering the reader catches the master trying to steal a Red Crystal from the leader of the planet. The reader tries to stop them but the master takes the crystal and talks about the power it holds and how it can make the target fall in love with the holder. They then begin to say "Losing you is blue, like I'd never known. Missing you was dark gray, all alone.Forget the doctor, Somebody you never met. Loving me is red, Loving me is red Oh, red Burning red" and the reader just sees Burning red in their their head as the power takes over their mind.. (Another Taylor swift reference)

Have an amazing day.

okay believe it or not this actually tops the lavender haze idea imo, it's so amazing! I hope you enjoy what I was able to come up with ❤

Burning Red (Whittaker! Master x reader)

Warnings: the Master makes someone tiny with her TCE (effectively killing them), drugging/temporary blindness via a magic crystal, mild swearing

The Doctor always told you not to wander off whenever you and him landed on some sort of alien planet, but you very rarely listened. Take now, for example, when you decided to explore the exact same place he'd told you not to.

"What's in that building over there?" You'd asked him curiously as you studied it, figuring it to be a temple of sorts.

"It's where the planet's leader lives. It also houses a very ancient piece of crystal native to the cave systems around here," he explained while looking around. "It'd be best not to go in. The people here can be very protective to what belongs to them, and they don't take kindly to those they assume to be thieves."

Nodding in understanding, you made it seem like you were listening when in fact you weren't. The second his back was turned, you slipped away, making a beeline for the building that lie up ahead.

If you thought the architecture was gorgeous on the outside, it was even more incredible within. You were so caught up gazing at the interior in wonder you almost didn't catch the conversation that was being held in a room down the hall.

The voices got louder the farther you crept down the hall. The closer you got, the more you realized you recognized one of them.

"I- I can give you money! However much you want!" The first voice cried, presumably belonging to the planet's leader.

"I don't care how much it's worth," the Master snapped as she pointed her TCE at the leader of the planet. "If I cared about money, I'd just collapse your economic system and set up a new one that made me rich."

The leader trembled in fear as they watched her. "Please, you don't understand just how important it is-" Their words were cut short as the sight of you standing in the doorway caught their eye.

The Master turned to see what they were staring at, her scowl transforming into a flirtatious smile. "Why, hello, my dear," she purred as her eyes looked you up and down. "What a coincidence meeting you here."

"Leave them alone, Master. They didn't do anything to you," you spoke in the firmest tone you could muster, something that caused her to laugh.

"Oh, how cute. No." You noticed she was clutching a bright red crystal in her other hand, the same one the leader was begging her not to take. "I'm leaving with this crystal, and neither one of you is going to stop me."

The leader went to lunge at her suddenly, trying to catch her off guard, but she merely sighed and shot a blast from her TCE at them. You let out a gasp in horror as you watched at how they were shrunken down, being killed instantly.

"Don't think I won't do the same thing to you," the Master warned lowly, her words clearly meant to be taken as a warning (even if she was bluffing).

"You didn't have to do that, Master. They didn't have to die." She scoffed at you in annoyance, prompting you to try again. "What do you need that stupid crystal for so badly that it caused you to kill an innocent person for it?"

"This, my dear, is no ordinary crystal," she sneered at you. "It holds quite a bit of power within it. In fact, it can make whoever's in possession of it fall in love with them, just like that." She looked pretty smug, though the sound of your mocking laughter wiped the smirk off her face.

"That itty bitty thing can make someone fall in love with whoever's holding it? Yeah, right." You said with an eye roll, clearly unimpressed.

The Master glared at you. "Laugh all you want, my dear, but soon you'll see for yourself just how incredible this crystal is."

You watched as she pulled out an old, weathered looking scroll from her pocket and unraveled it, reading from it while holding the crystal. "Losing you is blue, like I've never known. Missing you was dark gray, all alone. Forget the Doctor, somebody you never met-"

Narrowing your eyes in suspicion, a frown formed on your face as you asked, "What are you doing?" A strange feeling overcame you as she ignored you, continuing to read.

"-loving me is red, loving me is red. Oh, burning red-" The Master had an evil grin on her face as she watched how disoriented you were becoming from the effects of the crystal.

"What... what did you do to me?..." You slurred out in frustration, stumbling around while your vision began to blur.

"I'm just showing you the full effects of the crystal, dear. That's all," she explained casually with a slight shrug as though it were obvious, pocketing both the crystal and the scroll.

"You wanted to drug me, that's why you needed that damn crystal so bad," you accused while shooting her a dirty look. "Because you knew I'd never betray the Doctor for you. You had to use magic to cheat because you knew I'd never love you otherwise."

Her face hardened at your words. It was true, but she'd never openly admit that. "Well, it doesn't matter my reasoning for it now, does it? You're already doomed to succumb to the powers of a shiny rock because of the spell I used to activate it. I came up with it myself, you know."

As much as you wanted to tackle her and wipe that smug look off her face, you couldn't, as it was becoming more and more difficult for you to see due to a bright red color overtaking your sight. "I- I can't see-" You said in a panic, trying to feel around for something to grab onto.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic." You felt the Master's hands grab you and pull you in close. Despite your best attempts to wiggle free, it wasn't easy when you couldn't see anything. Still, that didn't mean you were going to give up just like that.

"I have to get back to the Doctor" seemed to be your last coherent thought before you passed out in her arms. When you woke back up, you were on the Master's TARDIS. Your vision was still tinted red, but it wasn't nearly as bad as before.

"Hello, my dear," she greeted warmly while sitting in an armchair beside the bed you'd been placed in. "How are you feeling?"

The only thing you had on your mind now was her, any thoughts regarding the Doctor long gone. You reached your hands out towards her, mumbling out tiredly, "Master... I love you, Master. I love you."

She chuckled at the sudden display of affection, rising from her seat and making her way over to you. "You're adorable," she cooed in an almost condescending manner as she sat down next to you, allowing you to cling to her. "You love me? Wonderful. I'm so glad."

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[rivertalesien]

I want to talk about that "regeneration" scene before anything.

Spoilers for The Power of the Doctor below.

It's a fan's joke of it being a "degeneration" much like the joke of the Master/Missy calling their gender switch an "upgrade." The Master wasn't being complimentary but expressing condescension, the kind certain fans expressed at the idea of there being a woman playing The Doctor. It was a commentary and this is the response.

It's also convenient for those certain fans. They don't get one new male Doctor, but two (for the price of one?). This one didn't even have to wear the previous clothes of 13 (thus no indication of ever having been female -- even the ear jewelry vanished). When Tennant (presumably) regenerates into Gatwa, he'll be in the suit and tie and not Whittaker's capris and raincoat.

It's as if 13 is being, well, erased. Was Chibnall giving us a little foreshadowing of what he knew was in store?

I'm sure there will be some tricky twist to why 14 looks like 10 and got his clothes (or a close approximation of them), but the simplest answer seems closer to wanting to re-establish the old status quo and the old look and feel of the show (which Chibnall has been generously offering up for the last two years), and thus thoroughly regenerate the Davies' era.

It's been tradition that each new Doctor wears the clothes of their old self upon regeneration. Both "14" and 15 will be free of that embarrassment, it seems (I can picture someone at the BBC going, "Oh God, he's Black and he's gay, we can't have him dressing like a woman for five minutes too"). Not that the twist might involve Whittaker, but it seems very unlikely at this point.

Why Ncuti Gatwa's number had to be pushed back just so Tennant could have another go, doesn't exactly scream confidence in the newest incarnation, and Tennant definitely looks like a buffer at this point? Not that we even had to *see* a regeneration in this episode. If it ended with just the glowing light (if Gatwa wasn't available?), no one would have complained much.

Now, when the proper succession happens, 13 won't be part of it. We won't see Gatwa looking himself over in the t-shirt and suspenders, but straight from Alt-10's wardrobe instead.

As if she never was.

Which is why one line from TPOTD was so particularly important at the end, when Tegan and Ace ask Yaz how she's doing, is the Doctor okay?

"She's the Doctor," Yaz affirms.

I hope they don't forget.

If there is one thing this episode accomplished, it was to put 13 firmly in the canon of Doctors: she is surrounded by her other selves and their companions and while this isn't the 60th anniversary, Chibnall made sure she wasn't left behind.

Thank you, Chris.

[the--sound--of--rain]

I feel with the Master because I, too, am very in love with the Doctor but feel like she's lightyears above me - not because she's a millennia old alien but because she's always positive and confident and I'm here drowning in an overwhelming flood of emotions - and when she said those cruel things to him in TTC I was so angry at her, but I was still so in love with her which made me even more angry and yeah I cried for a whole day. So what I'm saying is I might have had a ginormous crush on the Doctor for years but with my whole heart, I am always with the Master.

[mothmxwhump]

OKAY SO

THE UNIVERSE BELONGS TO @spookyboywhump, AS DO THE CHARACTERS VANESSA, NICHOLAS, AND CAIN

Allen mentioned the concept of a Bait Dog (aka pet who gets the shit beaten out of them constantly) being bought by a new owner who treats them as a lap dog and I am No Thoughts Head Empty

Anyways TW for pet whump, implied kidnapping, implied beating, derogatory language, cursing, intimate whumper, and dubcon nonsexual stripping below the cut

Ash didn’t remember when the last time was that he hadn’t been in pain. Anymore, everything hurt. Even the simple act of breathing required extra effort and pain, much less moving. He didn’t know how long he’d been in the dark basement, a punching bag for Red and Sir alike, used for training and stress relief. He didn’t remember his family, or the girlfriend he was certain existed, or the friends he must have had, beyond the fact that they had been there.

But he was alone, and the only time anyone bothered to even bandage his fucking wounds was if there was a risk of him bleeding out. Even then, it was just so Sir’s money wasn’t wasted. So he laid there, listening to footsteps above him and water in the pipes and the mice he knew hid behind the boiler, and he waited until Sir wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp again.

Sometimes, if Red did particularly good in fights, Sir would have friends over. Ash didn’t like Sir’s friends, per se, but when they were there he was taken out of the basement to wait on or entertain them. Some of them, like Mr. Fairfax, would purposely trip him or give him tasks he couldn’t do, just to laugh when he was inevitably punished. Others like Mr. Whittaker would just ignore him, and Miss Van Doren and Mr. Conners both liked to fawn over him, telling Sir how he was being “wasted” as a bait dog.

Ash liked them the most. Miss Van Doren came around the least, but Mr. Conners was around often enough for Ash to get used to him. It was one of those nights, one where Sir had just a little too much to drink, that Mr. Conners made an offer.

“Hmmm… Maxim, how much would it take for you to part with your little bait dog?” He asked, smiling easily at Sir.

“I dunno why you’d want him, Luke. He’s pretty useless--”

“I have my reasons.”

Sir pondered it for a moment before giving him a price. It was much more than Ash would ever see, but still… far less than what even a bait dog would usually go for. He shifted nervously, not sure whether to be terrified or hopeful.

“Hm… Deal. I’ll send you the money via digital transaction, if you don’t mind.” Mr. Conners said, smirking.

“Yeah, yeah, fine, d’you wanna take him now?” Sir slurred, laughing.

Red scowled. “Master? Are you certain--”

“Quiet, mutt.” Sir snapped, voice slurred and laced with his Russian accent.

And, just like that, Ash belonged to Mr. Conners.

The drive to his new owner’s home was long and quiet, until Mr. Conners--Master, Ash supposed--said, “They really did beat you up, huh, pretty boy?”

“Y-yes, sir…” Ash ducked his head, face flushed pink.

“Tch. Such a shame, they scarred up that gorgeous face of yours.” He took a drag from his cigarette, sighing. “And it’s practically a crime to keep you cooped up in the basement. I can’t imagine what your owner was thinking.” He huffed, rubbing the spot behind Ash’s ear affectionately.

“Th…thank, thank you, master…” Ash mumbled, leaning into the touch.

“Hmm… What happened to your ear, love?” Mr. Conners asked, brushing the pad of his thumb over the ragged edge of Ash’s earlobe. Ash whimpered softly, shivering at the touch on his scar.

“Um… Red, uh, he tore it during… when he was using me for practice, right after Sir had his teeth sharpened…” Ash ducked his head, he knew how ugly the tear in his earlobe was.

“Poor thing. That dumb mutt must’ve been so hard on you.” Luke cooed softly, tucking a lock of Ash’s dirty blond hair behind his injured ear.

“He… he was, master…” he mumbled, pressing himself into the gentle touch. He knew it was wrong, but he hadn’t been touched other than to hurt in so fucking long, it felt so good.

Luke smiled, silently petting his head for the rest of the drive. He had Ash follow him into the house they pulled up to, a large Georgian-style house with brick walls and a wrap-around porch. They boy offered no resistance as he was pulled along by the leash, barely even registering the click as the front door locked behind them. He watched his new owner carefully, biting his lip. The man simply grinned.

“Come with me, love.” He said, turning towards the stairs to the second story. Ash swallowed nervously, following closely behind Mr. Connors.

They arrived in a large bathroom, with pretty tile flooring and a pristine white bathtub.

“Undress and kneel in the tub.” Mr. Connors ordered, looking over at Ash as he began filling the tub with steamy water. Ash silently obeyed, taking off the dirty, ragged shirt and shorts. “Good pet.” Luke praised, watching Ash slowly kneel down in the warm water.

He whimpered as Luke gently wet his hair, before massaging shampoo through the tangled curls. “Did your owner never bother to clean you up?” He asked, combing his fingers through a particularly bad rat’s nest.

“N-no, sir… p-pets like, like me aren’t… um, aren’t worth the time or money…”

“Hmph. You would’ve been if he’d taken care of you.” Luke worked the shampoo and then conditioner through Ash’s gnarled mess of hair. Finally, the last knots that could be undone without scissors came clean and Luke rinsed his pet’s hair out.

“Th…thank you, sir…” Ash mumbled.

“Look at me, baby.” Master smiled, tilting Ash’s head up with a finger under his chin. He gently cleaned the smudges of blood and dirt from the pet’s face. “Good boy. Come on, get out and let me dry you off.” He said, getting to his feet and getting a soft towel from the rack behind him.

When he finished drying Ash’s hair, Luke led him to the master bedroom and let Ash put a new set of clothing on. “I’ll need to give your hair a trim tomorrow, I can’t have you going around looking like that.” He said, handing Ash the soft pajamas.

“Th--thank you, master.”

“I’ll go get the crate for you, it’s getting late and I have to work tomorrow. Stay right here.” Luke said, leaving the bedroom.

After the crate had been set up and Luke had gotten ready for bed, Ash curled up against the metal wall and closed his eyes. He would be fine. There wasn’t much he couldn’t take.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

REQUESTS OPEN!!!!!

Okay so after doing some thinking I’ve decided to open up requests here on tumblr so read the list below about what fandoms and characters I’m willing to do for any requests. I’ll do both platonic and romantic fits just make sure you tell me which you would like to have. 

FANDOM’S I’LL DO ALONG W/CHARACTERS

STRANGER THINGS:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

MARVEL:

- Avengers (Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Loki, Thor)

- GOTG

- Daredevil (Matt Murdock)

- Doctor Strange

- Spiderman/Peter Parker (I’ll do all versions Tobey, Andrew and Tom Holland just make sure you’re specific about which one you want)

- Yelena Belova (I’ll try my luck with Yelena cause she’s awesome!)

- T’Challa

- Wanda and Pietro Maximoff

- Wanda x Vision fics

- Scott Lang

HARRY POTTER:

- The Golden Trio

- The Marauder Era

- Fred and George Weasley

LORD OF THE RINGS/HOBBIT:

- Aragorn

- Legolas Greenleaf

- Thranduil

- Fili

- Kili

- Arwen

- Bard

DOCTOR WHO:

- 10th Doctor (David Tennant)

- 11th Doctor (Matt Smith)

SUPERNATURAL:

- Sam and Dean Winchester

- Castiel

- Charlie

- Jack Kline

- Kevin Tran

- The Wayward Sisters (Jody, Donna, Claire)

NETFLIX’S LUCIFER:

- Lucifer Morningstar

9-1-1 and 9-1-1 LONE STAR:

- Any character x reader. 

STAR WARS:

- Luke Skywalker

- Han Solo

- Princess Leia

- Din Djarin the Mandalorian

- Boba Fett

- Poe Dameron

DC:

Now before I list characters, I wanna say it’s DC NOT DCEU 

- Bruce Wayne (Bale, Keaton, Patterson, even animated series)

- Dick Grayson (DON’T GIVE ME TITANS GRAYSON STORYLINE CAUSE I HAVE NOT WATCHED THAT SERIES NOR DO I HAVE ANY INTEREST IN IT)

- Jason Todd ( DON’T GIVE ME TITANS JT STORYLINE CAUSE I HAVE NOT WATCHED THAT SERIES NOR DO I HAVE ANY INTEREST IN IT)

FANDOMS I WON’T DO/CHARACTERS I WON’T DO!!!!

- Bohemian Rhapsody/Queen (including actors and their other projects)

- X-men 

- Harry Potter characters:

-Snape

- Draco

- Lucius

- Bellatrix

- Voldemort

- Jurassic World/Park

- DOCTOR WHO CHARACTERS:

-13th Doctor (Jodie Whittaker)

- The Master/Mistress akak Missy

- 12th Doctor (Capaldi)

ONCE UPON A TIME

BBC SHERLOCK

STAR WARS CHARACTERS:

- Rey

- Finn

- Kylo Ren

DC CHARACTERS:

- Riddler

- Joker and Harley Quinn

- Basically any villains of the DC Universe

- Suicide Squad

- Peacemaker