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The fun part of writing something with multiple parts is when you write one of the chapters before another. Example: I am currently writing part 3 with only having a single paragraph of part 2 done.
Dhawan!Master x Fem!Reader, Minor Simm!Master x Fem!Reader, Minor Missy x Fem!Reader
Summary- You meet Harold Saxon, and you know who he really is. You meet M.I.S.I, but you know who she really is. You meet O, and both of you know, you know who he really is. After his reveal, well what else should he have done? It's always been you, and he knows it. (1,449 Words)
You walk down the halls with the quickest steps you could muster without running. Your heels beat on the floor, clicking with a fast paced rhythm as you make your way closer to your destination. The doors open for you the second you reach them. You hold your head up high and resist the urge to catch your breath.
You have to resist another urge when you see the very man you were there for. This urge was to run in the opposite direction. You've never met the prime minister, you hadn't even seen him in a photo. But, one thing you know for a fact this wasn't some man called Harold Saxon. No, this man, he's the Master.
You shake off what you see is obvious. You shake off the truth. You fix your straining smile and walk in calmly.
"Good morning, Mr. Saxon. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
He grins knowingly. "I'm sure it is. Please, sit with me."
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"I am M.I.S.I." You hear a woman claim.
Finally you meet up with the Doctor and Clara as a supposed robot woman explains her functions. You glare at the back of the woman's head until you meet her face. Your eyes widen at the blue eyes that pierce your being.
"It seems you have not received the official 3W greeting package." She speaks, stepping forward quickly.
You hear Clara and the Doctor make shocked warning noises before the woman's lips are on yours. Her eyes stared back into yours as her lips move roughly against yours.
You gasp once she releases you. Not for air, no. No, you knew those eyes that bared down on you. You know that fake smile, though it's feminine now. You know this woman, you just knew her as a man.
This wasn't just some random robot, no, this woman was the Master.
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You step off the TARDIS and into the hot Australian sun. You follow slowly behind the fam. The heat already feels like it's attacking you. Still, you let out a breath of relief taking in the still of the outback. You smile, glowing in the beating sun.
You take the time to look at the shack, as Graham blocks the view of the Agent the Doctor wants help from. The shack is simple, but beautiful. Something disturbing does derive in your chest. It's energy feels so familiar...
Curiously, you finally walk forward.
Your eyes meet a pair of deep brown eyes that stare at you. Another familiar string is struck. It couldn't be, Missy died... You shake your head for a moment and accept the hand he holds out.
"It's nice to meet you, I've heard so much about you during my time at MI6."
You blink. Even the way he shakes your hand feels the same. "I'm sorry, uh, what- what's your name again?"
His eyes widen in surprise. "Yes, sorry I was so excited to greet you. I'm O."
"O?" You question a smile forming once more on your face. "What an odd name." You laugh.
He stares for a moment longer before the two of you are beckoned inside.
The longer you sit with him, the longer you talk, the longer you stay in his presence the more sure you become. He isn't some random agent with an unhealthy passion. He isn't even human.
You know this man, and you know him too well. He's the Master.
You express silently your distrust towards him, but you don't tell the Doctor your theory. You doubt she'd believe you anyways. You're careful with your words shared, and you're guarded in your actions. You don't know what his plan is; you don't want to know.
His actions, however, begin to confuse you.
A breath is ripped from you as he winks at you after telling the Doctor to look for the "Spymaster".
A yelp escapes you when he pulls you behind him as the room panics over the arrival of the Kasaavin.
A heat brushes your face as he compliments your dress before you go to the party.
A beat skips in your chest as his arms wrap around your waist while you drive the bike down the road.
A shiver crawls up your spine as he lays a hand on the small of your back breathlessly sliding by you on the plane.
Then the mask breaks. The performance ends and he shatters the secret on the ground. "Got me, well done."
Everything moves so quickly. You watch in shameful awe at his shack flying side by side to the plane. You deadpan at his excitement and the Doctor's ignorance. You share a glance with the others, their confused faces build guilt. You should've said something...
"Me and her go away back." The Master says walking back down the aisle. "We do too, don't we love?" He winks at you.
"Why aren't you freaking out too?" Graham questions.
"Because she already knew."
You frown. "I always know."
He laughs and continues his explanation.
You cringe when he throws the shrunken version of the real O to the floor. You roll your eyes as he jumps in giddy childish joy. You don't move when the group rushes towards the cockpit. You flinch back as he screams to the Doctor.
The Master turns to you as the team panics in the front of the plane. "Hello darling."
You glare. "I thought we already greeted each other."
"I always have time to greet you again." He grins.
"Are you- Are you flirting with me?"
"Depends," He says leaning over you. "Is it working?"
You don't get a chance to reject him because Yaz starts questioning, the Master is drawing in more Kasaavin, a bomb goes off, then the plane starts going down.
You hold on as tight as you can. Wind whips making every word shared unheard. One thing you do hear is all the screaming. You don't scream until you're grabbed, but it only lasts a moment before everything is suddenly calm.
Your lungs burn and your head feels like lead. The room must've been spinning. Are you even still in the plane? You fail to grasp your new surroundings. Leaning on the Master proves the only thing you can actually do. The Master rambles and his words sound underwater. At least, now you know you're not on the plane, this place was too quiet. The lights are red and most of the room is obscured in shadows.
His words slowly start to form in your head.
"Really, you should thank me for saving you. You should praise me for my generosity." He stands tall with a single arm wrapped around you.
You go to critique and berate him for your friends sake. You're sure the Doctor will find a way to save them, but that doesn't take away your anger. Sadly, only a squeak comes out.
"I suppose, it isn't that surprising. I always keep you out of harm's way, don't I? My pretty little human." You can hear him huff when you don't respond.
He pulls you away from him slightly causing you to stumble a bit.
"Speaking of human, you're so dramatic. It isn't that disorienting." He pets your hair. "It does work out rather nicely though. You'll be tucked away kindly while your Master finishes all the nasty work."
You look at him with blurry eyes. "I don't understand, why?"
"Well, isn't it obvious?" He crowds your space by pulling you flush against him. "You're my favorite."
His lips greet yours and you find yourself unable to pull away. His hands hold you in place. A groan leaves your throat as your dizzy mind quickly runs out of air. You're left resting your head in the crook of his neck after he pulls away. You sway lightly on your feet, but he holds you up like you're precious.
You let out a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs properly. "Why? I don't understand?"
"You're repeating yourself love." He rolls his eyes, picks you up bridal style, and walks towards a dim lighted hall.
"Why do you like me?" You expand on your words slowly.
There's always a time for firsts, and now is no exception. You realize that by seeing a soft smile grace his face. You don't even remember Missy smiling like this before.
"Because, you always know, and it's always been you." He lays you on a silk covered bed. "Now, get some sleep, you humans are far too fragile for you to stay awake. We'll talk more once this is all over." He pushes your hair back and leaves a gentle kiss to your lips. "Sweet dreams, my dear."
AHHH HELLO QUEEN I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH. Woke up and saw you opened requests tee-hee. You can ignore this if it isn't something you'd like to do obvs.
I would like to request a part 2(?) to Not a Child Not my Job with the Criminal Minds. I've been dying ever since I've read it. Preferably when reader is still fighting and being 'bratty'. Id love to see the dynamic more
Thanks so much in advance queen love u (platonically)❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
So I actually debated several years ago making this a series, but I then decided I was never going to touch it ever again. There was also the problem when I wrote it so long ago I didn't really know how to tag back then, but I know I mentioned way too briefly it being a regressor fic I just didn't know if people actually knew it was, I still don't know if people do, so I always feared posting a part two and it disappointing people. Point is, it's been almost 3 years since writing it and I just can't seem to bring myself to continue the story. Even without the anxiety I wouldn't know where to take it. I didn't want to leave this ignored because it's one of my most requested part twos, but I just can't seem to write it out. I'm really sorry to anyone disappointed by this, but thank you so much for liking the story so much.
If you would like more Criminal Minds age regression I'm planning on posting some on my other blog soon.
Have a good day! And, thank you so much for your request Anon. 🩷
Summary- The Master brings you a gift to make leaving you on earth a little more bearable for the both of you. (1,431 Words)
Warnings- Choking, Lead up to Smut But No Actual Smut, Being Unaware of Requited Love, The Master Doesn't Know How to Say I Love You
Your ever growing relationship with the Master confused you more and more everyday. You were never sure if it was actually a relationship, but he was yours even if you weren't his. You could easily admit you love him, you could drop to your knees and pray to him like a god. It wasn't healthy. You know that. Still, he's your Master, he's said it himself.
Your fingers run across your neck. The bruises and hickeys are already fading away again. Your neck is never left empty for very long anymore, but it still made you sad when they disappeared for those couple of days. The only thing you have to keep you connected to him when he's away. You don't think he sees it that way, you think it's just his sadism and he likes to see the bruises.
You've been left at home for a week now. Not so secretly, you hope he comes back before the marks disappear completely. God, you need to call your therapist, or someone. Hm, you know actually, maybe, you could go out tonight. A night of fun with the girls? Would they even pick up? You spend so much time with the Master, do they even consider you a friend anymore?
Before you can spiral in your thoughts, a shattering in your kitchen takes your attention. You rush out knowing exactly who it is.
"That wasn't there before! Oh, well." You hear the Master laugh.
"You know I was actually going to drink those."
The glass and liquid cover your kitchen floor. The cheap bottles of wine stain your tile floor. The Master stands, much too happily, on the other side of your kitchen island.
"They weren't worth the money you spent." He tells you nonchalantly. "I have a present for you."
You laugh. "And you had to ruin my kitchen to give it to me?"
"Oh, don't be like that."
"I have to clean it up!" You laugh without alarm.
"Ugh! Shut up!" He rounds the island, stepping on shattered glass, and tracking the wine with his shoes. "Go sit on the couch."
"What? You're going to clean my kitchen?" You joke, already heading towards the furniture.
The living room is filled with the little bit of light that fled in from the kitchen. You look over your shoulder as you sit down. You roll your eyes as the Master struts into the room with you.
"You're tracking wine onto my carpet." You complain lamely. "My landlord is going to freak."
"I could kill him." He smiles at you as he sits down.
"Ha. Ha." You deadpan.
The Master's smile turns into a grin. "I'm serious."
"And then where would I live?" You shake your head.
"On the TARDIS."
Laughing in disbelief you roll your eyes. "Yeah, so you can get even more annoyed with my humanity. Great idea."
His smile falters. "I'm serious."
Your smile falls as well. "No you aren't."
You lean on the arm of the couch. Staring at the room so plainly decorated, you sigh. The room was filled with tension, yet it seemed so serene. Even now, you bask in his presence. You always have, and you always will.
In a few moments he moves. The Master pulls a box out of his pocket, and you wonder how it fit inside there. The box is a dark purple and the bow is pink.
"You're right. I don't want you living in the TARDIS..." He hesitates. "Yet. But, you don't like being alone anymore."
"I'm fine being alone." You claim.
"Fine! You're fine being alone, but don't think for a second I don't know the main reason you like," He grins. "Playing so much when I get back."
"You forget how horny humans are, and you told me I can't play with anyone else because then I'll be contaminated."
The Master borderline growls. "I don't like what's mine being used by someone that isn't me." His hand moves to your throat.
Despite the tight grip he holds you in place with a trained level of care. His thumb rubs over one of your hickeys. The rough rubbing of his thumb on the sore spot feels nice. You swallow hard replaying his words. It's the first time he ever called you his, and though you think it was more of a possession than a partner thing, it was nice.
"My point was," He whispers. "You don't like not being claimed for so long."
"Why say it like that?" You laugh nervously.
He squeezes your throat a bit more. "Because it's true. You like belonging to me." He grins. "I like owning you."
His hand drags you closer to him. Your lips meet forcefully. Your ability to breathe gets worse and worse as he deepens the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth as he controls your intake of air. You moan into his mouth, and groan louder as he pulls away.
"So I found a compromise." He says against your lips. He pulls away completely, dropping his hand back down to the box in his lap. He holds it out. "Open it."
You take the box hazily. "If I hate this," You grab the bow by one end. "Can I return it?"
You laugh at his offended face. Once he realizes it's a joke, he smiles too. "If you don't like it, I'll personally shove it down the designer's throat."
You roll your eyes pulling the bow apart. "Liar."
Once again his smile falls. "Not for this."
You look at him skeptically. The bow falls to the sides of the box. Only for a second, you hesitate to open the lid. Opening it does little to cure your curiosity because there is a wrapping protecting the gift from your eyes. You laugh to yourself, annoyed at the paper. You skeptically glance at the Master again, and then remove the paper.
You blink once then twice. It was gorgeous. It had to be the darkest shade of purple you've ever seen, it was almost black. There are diamonds that shine in the minimal lighting. There's a metal tag on it engraved with what you're very aware is Gallifreyan.
Your voice barely makes it out of your throat. "You got me a collar?"
"Commissioned. I even had it fitted to your neck. It's perfect."
"I don't want to touch it." You admit, nervously, quietly.
"What?" He asks angrily.
"Not like that." You say not looking up from the gift. "It's too... pretty."
You can feel him relax immediately next to you. "If it's only pretty, then it isn't good enough."
You laugh a bit too loudly for your own ears. "Isn't good enough? Are you kidding? I can't- I don't think I'd be able to count to the number this must've cost."
"You can't." He says proudly.
Slowly you touch the tag. It's cold against your fingers. "What does it say?"
"I think that should be obvious. It says you're mine. That you belong to me."
"That's it?" You tease.
He gets a glint in his eye. "Yes."
"Lame." You lie with a smile.
A part of you wonders if this actually means anything to him. If it really is just a possession thing. Even if it is, it feels good to be wanted by him. Even if it was only for one thing...
"I want to put it on you," He tells you. "But I need to do one more thing first."
"One more thing?"
He takes the box from you and sets it on the coffee table. You look at him confused, but he cups your face, kissing you. Very quickly he moves down. He nips at your neck, reapplying the hickeys that were fading. He bites a few spots over the fading bruises.
"Master..." You breathe out his name.
He shushes you. "Shhh, I can't cover your neck without covering your neck."
You can feel him grin as he bites down on your neck again. You're so distracted you don't notice him grab the collar out of the box. His hand slides into your hair. Grabbing a handful of it he pulls it up.
"Mast-"
"Hold this up for me, gorgeous." He tells you, guiding your hands to hold your hair up.
You obey easily. "Yes, Master."
His hands glide against your skin before the leather does. It's cool against the heated skin of your neck. It makes you stiffen a bit until he properly latches it to you.
He stares at you, his pupils are blown wide. He whispers something in Gallifreyan before sighing. "Take off your clothes."
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Nothing beats the feeling when you start getting comments on every fic in a fandom or ship from one person, and it’s clear that they’re going on a fic-binge.
Summary- One month after coming back from rehab the people of the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital finally meet the real reason House has gotten better. Surprisingly, it's a woman, a much younger woman, a younger woman who is his new wife. (2,202 Words)
Notes- Don't blame me. This old man is hot.
Warnings- Age Gap (Not specified), One time use of Y/N, Jealous Cuddy
They really didn't understand. Yes, he went to rehab. Yes, he was off Vicodin, but how did he do that? How is he maintaining it? Why was he able to function? They knew they should have faith, but they just didn't understand.
Not to mention the secret phone calls Chase and Taub have noticed. The private lunches Wilson wasn't invited to. The lack of comments on Cuddy or Thirteen's bodies. The crooked smile Foreman sees him throw at his phone screen from a mysterious texter. The pressed shirts he sometimes wears. Every little detail added up, but not one of them could figure out the answer to this equation.
Wilson was the only one to think it was someone, but even he didn't maintain that thought for too long.
It took a whole month of their prying eyes until House finally invited you to the hospital. You understood his apprehension. You cared about him, so if you were to remain a secret for his sake you would. That isn't to say you were ecstatic to finally be welcomed in to see him work.
You can't help but laugh as every doctor and nurse who passes by the two of you walking side by side stares. It makes sense, you in your nice dress and big smile walking next to the hospital grump. Well, maybe more of the hospital bully.
"Are they all this nosy?" You laugh.
House grins. "Pretty much."
"Fantastic."
The two of you make your way up to his office chatting idly. You both agree on which burger place you should go tonight once your introduction inevitably ends in a dramatic interrogation. You laugh as he mimics the faces he thinks his friends will make. Though, you know he'll never admit he sees them as friends.
His team stares as you walk into the secluded part of his office. You smile to yourself as they stare at House who holds the door open for you.
"Show off."
"Just putting on a show for the audience." He says loudly, and you know they heard him through the thin glass.
You roll your eyes. You walk around the office, but take special interest in his messy desk. Organized chaos, is how you'd describe it. You toss the oversize tennis ball up only for him to catch it. Sitting in his chair you start stealing stuff from the desk at random as he attempts to steal it all back just as quickly.
"Will you quit it." He jokes. "You're acting like an unruly child."
"Says the man who can't share." You grin up at him. You stand up while he scoffs dramatically. You bite your lower lip with a grin. "Forgive me. I'm curious by nature."
His free hand falls to your hip, and you adjust his collar. "Careful, I'm starting to think you're flirting with me."
"Oh, thank God." You sigh. "I thought you were too stupid to notice for a second there."
Ignoring the multitude of eyes you can see observing obsessively from the other side of the glass, you lean up to kiss your husband. He hums into your mouth, and you pull away.
"I think. Your team might need their leader." You say, patting him on the arm.
"Damn." He turns to look at them. "I thought if I distracted you long enough you'd forget and we could put on a real show." He widens his eyes dramatically as he speaks.
You spare him a laugh before pushing him towards the glass door. "C'mon, I'm excited to meet your kids."
He rolls his eyes and opens the door. "Just cause we're married doesn't mean you get any custody, your far too young to be an evil step mom."
"Well, that's what makes me so good at it. Marry the older man just to torment his kids and get in his will." You tease.
"Damn!" He slams his cane on the floor. "You're telling me I fell for this again? What do you mean you don't love me for me?"
You laugh as he bats his eyes at you, and you shove him lightly. "Shut up."
"Make me."
Shaking your head, you watch as he walks further into the room of stunned individuals. Half of the room stutters to get a proper question out while the other half continue to stare in shock.
"Yes, yes," House silences them. "I know my wife is unbelievably hot, and you don't know why I settled for her." You laugh at his comment. "But let's all be professional here and talk about the case. Got it?"
One man, you think it's Foreman, speaks up. Something about muscular dystrophy. Honestly, you're not listening because you're busy trying not to laugh at the two men staring at you with fear. You zone back in for a minute to hear House insult the group and send them off.
They all look back as they leave, even watching through the window as they go down the hall.
"You're so mean." You pout at him. "They don't need an evil step mother when they already have you."
He laughs, that soft genuine one that you only get when alone. You lean against the arm of his chair as he flips through the file with disinterest. With a gentle hand you run your fingers through his hair. He hums and pulls you to sit on his good leg.
"Such a good boy." You coo jokingly.
"Rwoof!" He barks, and you laugh. Tossing away the file he pretends to growl and starts biting at you.
"Stop!" You giggle. "Bad House!" You swat at his hands that grab you.
"You're right, you are bad." He purrs.
"I was talking about you." You reply with your noses almost touching.
"Please, forgive me Mrs. House."
"Still can't believe you convinced me to take your idiotic last name." You shake your head. "A damn building."
"Shut up." He grins.
You hum. "Make me."
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"There's no way she's actually with him." Foreman claims.
"Some actresses are desperate." Taub agrees.
"Enough to kiss him?" Chase argues.
"Did you see the way she looked at him?" Cameron interjects. "She loves him."
The group shake their heads in disbelief.
"But a wife? Maybe they're dating and just messing with us."
Cameron rolls her eyes. "Or~ He skipped town and got married because he actually loves her."
"I can believe he fell for her, but there is no way a woman like that fell for a man like him?" Taub says.
"He's right. She's like half his age."
"I'm going to assume you aren't talking about House. And if you are, I'm going to hope that this is some sick joke." Wilson says walking up on the group.
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You know you shouldn't keep him from going to the clinic, but you also know you can only get away with bossing him around so much before he retaliates. His smile is so special to you. You remember the first day you met. You remember how you made it your personal goal to make him smile genuinely. At the point in time you only wanted his friendship; you couldn't be happier for how it turned out. You love him more and more everyday.
"I can tell by the way you're staring you're being sappy again." He lolls his head to look at you.
You smile. "I can't help it. My husband is just so goddamn handsome." You lean over his chair and drape your arms around his shoulders. "So beautiful. A genius among men. And so?" You hum, kissing his neck. "Well, perfect."
"Stop flirting so hard!" He waves you off. "I already married you. You don't have to try so hard."
Despite his actions and words, House smiles softly at you. The blush creeping up his neck is ever so obvious to you. This moment feels blissful.
At least, until the door bursts open.
"What kind of prank is this?"
"Ahh! Wilson, you caught me! I got married on a New York strip just to mess with you!" House's sarcasm makes you laugh.
You stand up moving your hands to rest on the back of his chair. House looks up at you like you betrayed him by moving away.
"I'm Y/n. By the way, it's nice to finally meet you, Dr. Wilson."
The man looks at you shocked. "He isn't paying you for this?"
"No." You smile and shake your head. "I am surprisingly here of my own free will. And I had to beg him to let me come-"
"You have to do more than beg." You swat at House's shoulder as he laughs.
"To the hospital." You finish saying a bit louder. "I've been wanting to meet all of you, but as you know he's as stubborn as an ass."
"Coulda just said a mule." House fake pouts.
"But it wouldn't be as accurate to your true self." You tease.
"You-" Wilson stutters. "You're really with him?"
"Yes." You and House say in annoyed unison.
"Well I'll be damned..."
You grin. "With that kinda mouth you will be."
He looks at you shocked while House smiles. Wilson sits at the table looking shocked and insulted.
"If it helps his case any. The secret wedding in another state was my idea. Believe it or not he wanted you to officiate it." You say.
"Really?" He asks.
"No!" You and House speak together again.
"We wanted to actually get married quickly and decided to have a ceremony later on." House explains.
"You," Wilson points to him. "Want a ceremony?"
"No, God no! She wants a ceremony."
"Not a big one! Just some friends. I only have a handful of people I want there myself. But, it would be nice to wear a white dress and walk down an aisle." You defend. You think for a moment before tacking on. "You can still officiate it if you want."
"No he can't! Who would be my best man?" House argues.
You roll your eyes. "Oh, sorry I thought you still had a boy crush on Chase. Figured he could step in. Besides, he looked so excited when I said it."
"You can't-"
"Really, I'm just glad he's happy." Wilson interrupts, holding his hands up in defeat.
You lean back down re-resting on his shoulders. "Me too."
"Don't." House points between the two of you. "Start."
You kiss his cheek. "You love it when I dote on you, don't lie."
He doesn't respond with words, but he does give you your own peck. You look up to see Wilson conflicted with emotions.
"You know if you're jealous, I'm very open to sharing." You tease.
House looks at you incredulously. "Yeah! I'm not!"
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The rumors travel quickly. It's no surprise how quickly Cuddy hears. She doesn't believe it at first. House walking around with a pretty girl on his arm is absurd! She had to be a patient. She had to be a prank. She had to be using him, or he's using her.
She has to believe these things. She does believe them until she sees you in his office. Perched in House's lap, laughing and joking with Wilson like you're old friends. You look at your supposed partner like he makes the world spin. He doesn't smile much, he rolls his eyes, but his eyes brighten when he looks at her. Not that he looks away often, he's practically staring at you.
A part of her burns at the image in front of her. A part of her feels betrayed and insulted. Why do you get to have the good part of House? What was so special about you outside of your younger age? What do you have that she doesn't?
She wants to stay angry. She wants to stay jealous. Cuddy wants to punch all three of you. But, she can't. Not when she knows she couldn't help him. Not the way you have. You saved him, and she hates that it wasn't her.
Looking one more time she sighs then walks away.
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You don't want to be shady, but you couldn't help but smile to yourself watching the woman walk away through the glass. House told you everything about Cuddy. He told you everything about all of them. You know how he felt towards her, their long standing will they?/won't they? thing they had. You didn't want to be a bitch, but you're glad she regrets abandoning him the way she did.
"Stop smiling to yourself. Thought you said you're okay with sharing?" House teases.
"Any other woman. Sure." You tell him, leaving a chaste kiss to his lips.
Wilson looks behind him confused. "What- Who are you talking about?"
"Don't worry about it pretty boy." House tells him.
"Oh, so he's pretty, but I'm not?" You cross your arms as you joke. "I see how it is."
"That is not- You listen here-"
"No thanks, I think I've heard enough. You clearly like Wilson more." You claim.
"She's caught on House." Wilson leans in, pretending to whisper. "At least she hasn't figured out that we're going to kill her for the money."
Yandere!Cg!Multi!Wells x Little!Fem!Reader x Yandere!Cg!Eobard Thawne
Technical Part 2 to A New Nursery
Notes- I added in Nash cause I love him, and when I wrote the other I hadn't gotten to that season yet, but he's here now. Just pretend he was busy on a mission during the other part, please lol. Also changed it to second person pov I couldn't get myself to write it in third..
It's been weeks, no, no, it's been months. Day and night one of the men coddle you, if not multiple. Eobard is around the most. They say it's because Barry can't know he's here, but you're pretty sure he's doubling as the guard dog keeping you locked in. Any plans you've made to escape are foiled easily by the genius men. You're surprised at how well they work together. It's such an unstable, odd family you've been forced into.
Sometimes it's hard to deny their affections. Harry praises you like you've never done anything wrong. H.R. tells the best bedtime stories. Nash gives some of the best, most sturdy hugs. Sherloque makes the best bottles you've ever had Eobard knows when you need something before even you do. Who could resist so much love? You certainly couldn't, at least, not forever. And, not much longer either.
The bars on your bed are raised so you can't get out. Well you could, but they installed an alarm for all the times you tried sneaking out. You kick your socked feet trying tiredly to kick the bars so you could set off the alarm. You're bored and annoyed at the past two hours you've spent alone in your nursery. Yes, you are supposed to be asleep, but you couldn't fall back asleep. You are still, however, tired enough to not want to scream your lungs out for their attention. You know they're all insomniacs one of them should be up; it doesn't matter it's 4am.
You kick at the bars tossing and turning in your fluffy blankets. You pull off one of your socks sloppily and throw it past the bars. Finally a little dot of light shines. You let out a whine when it almost immediately shuts back off. Realizing you aren't going to get their attention easily, you intake a bit of air before letting out a proper cry. You watch the light switch on again and let out another cry.
"Daddy!" You scream.
You didn't really want them. You didn't. You swear. You just can't stand the dark and silence anymore. You're tired and bored, and you don't want to be alone.
You grow more upset when no one shows up, not even a voice over the baby monitor. Something in your mind whispers something was wrong. Maybe that's why you couldn't sleep something bad happened and even though you're unaware your body isn't? Maybe you really are alone?
Your breathing picks up. Are they really going to leave you here? Where are they? No, no, you need them! Where are they? Where are they?
"Daddy!" You scream louder this time, panic filling your chest.
You call out desperately and start crawling over the bars. You can get over the bars, but that doesn't make it easy. You stumble over the railing and fall onto the floor. You cry even louder at the situation.
The next time you blink you're finally in someones arms. Eobard holds you effortlessly in his arms. You cling back in distress.
"Shh, princess. You're okay... Did you hurt yourself?" He comforts and questions all at once.
His voice is slow and as steady as his arms. He pulls the rails down and sets you back down in spite of your protesting sobs. Eobard checks over your legs and arms before picking you back up.
"You're alright." He confirms.
"Are you sure she's okay?" You see H.R. looking loving and anxious at the door.
Eobard almost rolls his eyes. "She's fine."
Tearfully you reach for the other man. He was better at being soft with you. H.R. is soft to everyone.
"Aww, you're so cute baby girl!" He coos. "We're sorry we didn't come in sooner, we wanted to see if you could go back to sleep alone."
H.R. takes you from Eobard's arms gently. You bury your wet face into his shirt. "No sleep." You claim brokenly. You spent hours just laying here and they were going to make you stay here alone longer? You thought they disappeared! You painlessly swat at him. The words you spewed clearly didn't make it past your brain as your tongue fights to keep up. You're left angrily babbling at the men.
"Okay, I think they get it. No more hitting, cricket." Nash says stealing you from H.R. even as the man pouts.
Nash starts walking out of the room with you. His hand lays your head on his chest and covers your eyes to protect you from the much brighter lights of the hallway. Sherloque and Harry are both sitting in the living room. Had they all really been awake and just left you alone? That wasn't nice. Your daddies aren't supposed to be mean. In your renewed hurt you smack at Nash's chest this time.
"Meanmeanmean!" You chant smacking him angrily.
"Alright, okay, I get it." Nash complains, catching your hands.
Sherloque looks at the two of you unimpressed. "I told you she'd react this way."
"She needs sleep."
"Well, she's clearly not getting any now." Harry answers back angrily.
"We know that." Nash shouts in annoyance still trying to calm down your tantrum. "Come on, cricket, can you take some deep breaths with me?" He asks sitting on the sofa with you in his lap.
You shake your head dramatically. "Nonononono!"
"Okay, okay..." He leans back pulling you with him.
Nash rubs your back calmly with his hand. Your cheek is pressed into his chest. He treats you gently regardless of your squirming and crying. You can hear the movement of the other men around you. Only a few words you pick up on, but most of their conversation is absent to you.
You calm down quickly. You hiccup a few times, but finally relax in his hold. Sadly the second you do, you're plopped into a different lap. You whine out at the action. Why would they move you now? Do they not know how to stop being mean?
The men maneuver you until you're cradled into Sherloque's arms now. Still you're pouty and spiteful at their actions, even if in the back of your mind you knew they were trying in their weird way to help. You smack at the bottle the french man tries to feed you.
"None of that Mon petit." He scolds you lightly.
"You're such a good girl." Harry praises. "Don't you want to be good for us, honey?"
You whine in displeasure. You aren't hungry. You're tired, yes the milk will taste good, but you didn't want to drink it.
Harry sits next to Sherloque and pets your hair. "Such a sweet girl, and you've had such a hard night, let us help you."
You puff, letting Sherloque slip the bottle's nipple past your lips. A few stray tears fall out of your eyes from your anger and your stress. Harry continues to praise you while you drink the bottle.
The night's finally taking its toll. Your eyes determinately start to loll.
The men watch as you officially start to drift off. You curl into Sherloque's arms, and he replaces the bottle with a pacifier. They all agree if your insomnia is going to progress as much as theirs they might have to change their tactics to sweet bottles more often. At least, you were falling into place in their home. At least, you let them care. You all are still learning, but it's getting better. For now, they hope you have the sweetest of dreams.
Summary- H.R. wants to go with reader to a new coffee shop opening up. Sadly, today he's a nervous wreck. (642 Words)
Notes- Not very long and also probably not very good. Also was supposed to be for a request, but I didn't feel it matched up well enough.
You didn't mean to blow him off earlier. Team Flash was taking the extra detour and time to train in an open field, and it was your job to make sure all the devices Cisco set up were running smoothly. You didn't have the extra second to entertain the newest Wells doppelganger, even though you really really wanted to. The second training was finished, you sought out the man you'd shrugged off earlier. An apology for being distant on your tongue, and ears prepared to listen to whatever creative endeavor was running through your partner's head this time.
When you find the man you can see his jagged smile making an attempt to appear brighter on his face. You watch with a slight frown as Barry accidentally tears the man down.
"You doin' alright, drummer boy?" You ask, walking up while Barry walks away. You hope the lilt in your voice makes him less uneasy.
H.R. perks up and turns to face you. "Ooh, you know just, uh, trying to keep the energy up!" His smile doesn't reach properly.
"That wasn't an answer to my question." You say kindly. "But, I'll move on... You were trying to tell me something earlier? Which, I am sorry for brushing you off, by the way." You wring your hands with an awkward smile.
You see an actual light enter his blue eyes. "Oh, right! It wasn't that important." H.R. tries to wave it off.
You scoff. "If it's bouncing around your brain I always find it important."
You walk up and calmly pull the taller man into you just enough for your bodies to touch. You look at him with loving eyes and you can literally see him melting.
"Why so nervous, drummer boy?"
"No reason." He giggles.
"So..." You start. "What's on your mind?"
"Well, you see, I, well." He stutters as you leave a trail of kisses on his neck.
"Spit it out H.R." You tease him.
"Coffee Shop!" He shouts as you bite him lightly.
You giggle this time. "Coffee shop?"
"Yeah. Yeah. There's a new one not too far from the park, and I thought maybe you and I could go to the opening?"
"When's the opening?"
H.R. blinks at you before rapidly searching for his phone. You see him deflate. "Ten minutes ago..."
"We can still go." You tell him sweetly.
"But, it already started..."
"We'll be fashionably late." You wink at him.
In an odd moment of confidence he dramatically holds his arm out for you to take. He swallows when you grin. "So... Uh, coffee?"
"So. Uh. Coffee." You smile and take his arm. "Lucky you, that's my favorite kind."
His steps are bouncy as the two of you tread down the sidewalk. It only took a few minutes to arrive at the little shop. A little chalkboard by the door claiming the shop's grand opening. Little tables scatter the area and an overly enthusiastic owner is interrupting tables.
H.R. is close to dragging you to the counter. The list is small and you both order the closest thing that sounds good. You pull your wallet out and pay before your partner can fumble for a wallet that you're almost certain is empty.
You both take a seat after the girl says she'll call out your order when ready.
"It is a quaint little shop isn't it?"
"I like the atmosphere!" H.R. says excitedly. "Feels like home."
"Like your home or just, home?" You question.
"Like how I feel when I look at you." You can tell he's flirting, but he also seems genuine.
You tease him. "You feel like the opening of a new coffee shop when you look at me? One hell of a feeling."
"I meant-"
You interrupt him. "I know." You giggle and slide your hand into his.
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Summary- The Reader is sent on an undercover mission by UNIT to stop classified information from being shared to an alien known as the Master. Too bad her soul mark is a little more than just eye-catching. (3,190 Words)
Notes- I've never written anything for a soulmate au so I really hope this is fun to read and makes enough sense lol. Also, the readers undercover name is Cadence so if that is your real name, big sorry homie.
Warnings- Use of Y/n (only 3 times), Slight Yandere Themes (Does it count as being yandere if they're destined to be your partner?), Soulmate Au, Soul Marks, Reader is uncomfortable showing her soul mark, Reader is a certified hater, Hypnosis, Kidnapping(?)
The dress is covered in glitter. You're surprised you're skin and the floor isn't covered in it. You guess it must be how high quality it is. This party is supposedly for the most prestigious criminals. You could almost laugh. The sweetheart neckline accentuated things nicely, but made you desperate to find a nice necklace so you didn't feel so bare. Luckily, there was a jewelry set left for you to wear with your outfit. Your hair is perfect, so is your makeup. These heels were going to kill your feet at the end of the night, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
The dress is beautiful. You're not afraid to admit that you look stunning. You are, however, afraid to admit that you're a bit scared to show off those precious lines decorating your back. You look terrific, but the swirls engraved deeply over your spine, in between your shoulder blades are on full display. It makes you nervous. The circles really are beautiful though.
You've never shown off your soul mark... The intricate design made you feel unsure of its beauty, of its meaning. Almost everyone in the world had their soulmates name on them, the few who had something more odd or deranged often never found their soulmates. It was in such a sensitive spot too, and the stranger the mark the more strangers try to touch it, even if it's incredibly rude. You liked keeping it to yourself. It took away the hassle, and deep down it felt far too personal to go showing it off like a trophy. You know that technically the only way to find your soulmate is if they see the mark, but you always felt that if you were so destined to be together the universe would make it be. It wasn't like people like you found theirs anyways.
Then again, maybe that's why you're being shoved into this dress. Maybe this is the universe's way of making it be...
You certainly hope not. And, if it is then why couldn't the universe do this when you aren't actively trying to intercept information for a highly dangerous "time lord"? You honestly feel like stabbing the Brigadier for not letting you pick out your own dress. You also don't know why UNIT decided that this was their new method of doing things. They've never once tried to do undercover work, and now all of the sudden they think it's a great idea.
You hear a knock on the door followed by Jo's voice. "Y/n, can I come in?"
The second you confirm the short blonde was already coming through the door. "The Doctor asked me to come check on you and-" She pauses when she finally looks at you. "Wow! You're beautiful."
You laugh at her. "You say that like it's surprising."
"Wha- no, no I just meant-"
"It's alright, Jo, I'm just teasing you." You reassure her. "What did the Doctor need?"
"Oh! He wanted me to make sure you're still comfortable going through with the plan." She tells you softly.
You sigh lightly. "I- I've been through worse. It's just a party, right? All I've got to do is steal the file before that idiot makes it to the Master, and then sneak out just as quick. Easy peasy." You try waving it off.
"You seem nervous..."
"Believe it or not, it's not the mission making me so." You tell her with a sad laugh, turning your head to glance at your mark in the mirror.
"Well, whatever it is, you're a brilliant agent, so I'm certain you'll get through it." Jo beams at you.
"Alright, you little ball of sunshine, let's get out of here."
You smile as Jo bounces out of the room. You weren't lying when you called her a ball of sunshine, even when she frowns she gives off a warmth. She seems uneasy herself, like she knows something you don't.
Your heels click loudly on the ground as you both make your way to the Doctors "lab". You hate to be mean about it, but none of the things the Doctor actually does in there make you feel like it should be considered a laboratory. Jo and you slip into the room, grabbing the Brigadier's, the Doctor's, the two guards, and the two agents' attention.
"Ah, see, she's all ready for the mission ahead." The Doctor comments.
"You clean up quite nicely." The Brigadier attempts to compliment subtly.
The room runs over the outline again. Mostly it was you rolling your eyes at the third iteration of the plan you'd already memorized from the first time it was stated. Still, you listened closely to every word. You caught on to every nervous glance, and the stern concern lacing the Doctor's eyes when he looked at you. You headed every piece of advice, and reassured every fear.
"Remember, no matter how alluring he may appear, the Master is a dangerous man. Do not let your guard down. Even when you think you're alone."
"You should put more faith in me. I mean I've taken down inhuman beasts before, one egotistical alien man isn't taking me down that easily." You feign pride.
The Doctor frowns. "He has a good reason for his ego. The Master has many tricks up his sleeve. I believe you have an incredible chance, but you still need to be prepared for anything."
"I'm prepared, Doctor. Don't you worry about me."
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The club is far too pompous for your tastes. Despite how large the building is, the whole place smells of smoke. The lights are dimmed to an almost annoying amount. There's an over abundance of gambling tables and "private" seating hidden away only by a curtain. The music is quite possibly the only good thing about this entire place.
You keep an eye out on the doors to the actual private rooms, those are the ones where actual deals take place. Those are the rooms your guy is going to be heading towards. Those are the rooms the Master might just saunter out of. You subtly take index of everyone you can; every overconfident, intoxicated, or frightful face. You know the faces you're looking for, it's all a matter of waiting for one of them to appear.
You order a drink at the bar, finally turning your back to the swarming crowd. You can feel a pair of eyes digging into you, but you stay facing the bartender. Once you get your drink you turn back to the lingering crowd. Your eyes are drawn to a man shouting in joy at his winning. For a place that was so "nice" as to have body guards posted everywhere, you didn't expect people to act so shamelessly. You hate to be judgmental, but it really is disgusting the way some of these people conduct themselves. You can feel the grimace growing on your lips.
Your drink is just barely sweet when you take a sip. The flavor gives you something else to think about as you continue to scan the club goers. You notice one of the private tables' curtains is now open. There's still someone sitting at the circular wood, but the shadows cast make it just difficult enough to not make out the person's face. The two men standing in front of the table however are easily read, and both look like they didn't have a singular thought inside their heads. They look like zombies.
You let out a sigh and keep looking around. There's a woman draped over a man's lap, she's very obviously pick-pocketing him. There's a card dealer shoveling the cards too slow, and he's helping one of the other men at the table cheat. There's a group of 7 on the balcony bouncing between making out with each other and slow dancing. The bartender looks ready to pass out with the never ending list of patrons to please and drinks to make.
A part of you was deeply regretting agreeing to do this. This place is filled with nothing but filth. You already don't respect most people, but almost all of these individuals are degenerates. You can pinpoint some people who are here simply because they're desperate, but that just makes you feel bad for how pathetic they are.
You're still waiting for one of your target men to appear when you finish your drink. You huff disappointingly at your glass. You take a glance at the disoriented bartender and decide not to bother the poor woman. Instead you sit your glass on the counter starting to slide it away from yourself.
"You seem rather discontent being in a place such as this."
You almost jump at the close proximity of the newcomer's voice. Your shock remains as you turn to come face to face with the very man you were supposed to be looking out for.
You attempt to stutter out a sentence, but just end up letting out a simple nod of agreement.
The man seems quietly amused by your reaction. "Is there a reason you find yourself somewhere so out of depth?"
"Are you asking what a girl like me is doing in a place like this?" You tease, feigning comfort.
"I presume I am." His eyes gleam.
There was no denying, the Doctor was right, this being is incredibly handsome. The slight smirk on his face has to be the most gorgeous expression you’ve ever seen. You just have to remember to save face. No amount of attraction should cost your mission.
You hum. "I'm not as out of depth as I seem. I'm just not used to being surrounded by a club full of twits." You see him smile briefly. "Normally it's only a room full."
"They are quite self-indulgent, however that is what clubs like this are for." He speaks so eloquently. “I’m afraid you still haven’t answered my question.”
"Everyone is entitled to their own bout of debauchery. Aren’t I?”
“You’re entitled to anything you so wish for, my dear.” He speaks to you with so much affection. It throws you off almost entirely.
“You know I’ve never met someone who flirted so eloquently before.” You begin to tease him again, trying your best to ignore the heat growing in your face.
Your words do little to sway him as he leans in closer to you. “In defense of my actions, I have never come across such an intoxicating woman before.”
The Master raises his hand and with a single snap the bartender is rushing over. She immediately hands him an amber coloured drink and refills yours with a simple gesture from the man. You notice those zombie-like eyes again. He somehow hypnotized her from across the bar.
You raise your brows at him in pretend shock. “An attractive flirt and a man of power. Hold still my beating heart.” You dramatically put a hand to your chest with an eye roll. He simply takes another sip of his drink. “You never told me your name. Momma told me to never accept treats from strangers.”
He lets out another silent laugh. “Colonel Masters.” He takes your hand and leaves a soft kiss to it. His facial hair tickles. “And I’m quite pleased to meet you, Miss?”
“I’d give you my last name, but I like to have my friends refer to me a little less politely,” You smile at him despite the way your heart hammers in your chest. “So to you I’m just Cadence.”
He seems thrown off for a second. A sliver of shock passes his dark eyes, and within a moment it’s gone.
“Cadence?”
“Yes, sir.” You reply as confidently as you could, despite the creeping realization he wasn’t buying into your act.
“Hm.” The Master hums, his hand still holding yours. “I would hate for you to be lying to me so soon into our meeting.” He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, a look daring you.
You pull your hand from his. “I’m not sure what you’re implying, Colonel.”
“Well, then this leaves two possible options. Would you like to hear them?” He continues before you can tell him no. “One, you’ve been tricked into trying to trick me with a fake mark. Second, your name is actually Y/n L/n.”
“How-”
The Master cuts you off. “I suppose now would be an opportune time to go somewhere more private.”
“I think I’m good.” You reply while doing your best to seem confident. Panic was setting under skin and you do all you can to wash it away.
A man standing behind you takes a step closer, a cloudy look drifting over his hazel eyes. You quickly become aware of how more and more people around you are going blank faced.
“It’s just one moment of your time, my dear.” He gestures towards the room.
This is bad, this is very bad, but you see no other way out. Stiffly, you allow the time lord to lead you to one of the private rooms.
The second the two of you are inside the four walls the door is shut and locked. The room itself is even more gaudy than the main part of the club. The tan walls hold fancy paintings and mirrors. The chairs and couch look thick and plush. All the dark wooden furniture shine with polish. The red carpets, however, have far too many dark stains to simply ignore. At least the lights are bright enough to actually see clearly.
The Master seems completely calm as he takes a seat on the couch. You watch him with a hawks eye, fully prepared to meet an untimely end. He looks up from his seat with what you could almost delude yourself into believing are innocent eyes.
He pats the spot next to him. “Don’t be so frightened, dear girl, I won’t harm you.” He scans you with his eyes. “Unless of course you’d like me too.”
You freeze at his words. “I’m good… Thanks.”
“Of course.” He responds smoothly like it was an actual offer. “Now.” He holds his hand out to you.
With a sigh you make your way over to where he sits. The warmth of his hand against yours unwillingly calms you, and you allow him to guide you to sit next to him.
“I must confess, I was both enamored and appalled upon seeing you. Such a lovely being among the filth. Truly you are a sight to behold.” He holds your hand tighter when you try pulling away. “I assure you, I don’t say these things to deceive you, my angel. I’m sure you’ve been told horrible things about me.”
“Oh and let me guess they’re all wrong.” You challenge.
“Actually, I’m most certain they’ve only told you the truth, but none of the things I have done have ever been against you, and they never will.”
You shake your head at him. What the hell was this alien man on about?
He sighs. A mixture of sorrow and rage both barely being held inside his chest. He releases your hand and moves to unbutton his suit sleeve. Once the fabric no longer covers his wrist he turns the skin towards you. The time lord appears hesitant.
It feels like your lungs empty out upon the impact of a hit that never happened. Your name was written delicately on his wrist. It feels like life itself is confused. You take a hold of his hand holding on gently as you stare at the inky lines. Your fingers linger over the letters before you trace over them as softly as you could manage. You never thought you’d actually see your name on someone else before. It’s like a deranged gift. You feel like crying.
“I have been waiting for you, looking for you, my entire life. I confess, I assumed you would never come to be.” He whispers out.
You stifle out a broken laugh. “I thought I was just supposed to be alone…”
Your heart breaks at the voice pushing back against your hope. He’s still a dangerous psychopath. He still wants to destroy the Earth, to kill your friends and family. You can’t be with someone like that, can you?
No, no you couldn’t. You took an oath to help people. No one… Not even your soulmate can make you go a different way.
“I-” You drop the Master’s hand. “I can’t- I-” You aren’t able to finish because your breath catches in your throat.
Tears blur your eyes and wet your cheeks. Guilt and pain burn in your stomach. You wanted him, you wanted the love that shone in so many other hearts. You just can’t bring yourself to compromise your morals. God, it hurts.
His warm hand cups your face and wipes away a few fallen tears. “Don’t deny me. Don’t deny yourself.”
“I’m so sorry,” You sob. “I can’t-”
“You can.” His voice gravels and hardens.
Very suddenly his lips are pressed against yours. A pressure builds in your head, but you’re so focused on the feeling of his lips and beard, the taste of the bitter liquid he’d been drinking on his tongue and now yours. It’s the most beautiful and destructive thing you’ve ever felt.
A cloud shifts over your mind and you aren’t entirely sure what the Master was telling you. You did, however, feel the rush of peace and love that filled yourself. When the time lord stands and holds his arm out for you, you take it without hesitation. You let yourself be led out of the club and into the cold night. You let him usher you into a car. You feel light and tired. You let him hold you to his chest as the car takes off down the road.
Everything will be fine... Your soulmate, your Master, will keep you safe now.
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"It's been two days! Why aren't we looking for her? You told me that she would be safe!"
"I've already told you, Jo, the Master won't hurt her. She's perfectly safe, we just need to see if Y/n's able to convince him to turn good." The Doctor responds, focusing on the device in his hand.
"And if she can't?" Jo questions back.
"Then we have plenty of contingency plans to get her back the next time he shows his face." The Brigadier answers sternly.
Truthfully the men were nervous too. They hadn't accounted for her not returning to headquarters, but it was worth the shot to end the on-slot of invasions and near world ending apocalypses caused by the Master. Maybe they should have filled her in on things more. Told her about their plan, told her that the Doctor knew the Master was her soulmate, told her that she needed to convince the time lord to change... It was too late now, but they had faith in her. She was a resilient woman, and if anyone could handle the Master one would assume it'd be his soul mate.
It would be fine. She will be fine.
Extra Notes- I normally don't put any at the end, but I felt this would be way too spoiler-ee. Anyways, this story really plagued me and I settled fully on Delgado's Master mainly because the only Doctor I could really see selling out the reader to turn the Master good was Three. I mean Twelve would sorta, but it wouldn't really be selling reader out considering he had Missy in a glass cage. Plus that scenario wouldn't fit the story line I made up in my head.
