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Handsome and a Genius (Spencer Reid x F!Bau!Reader)
Inspired by that one scene in x files where mulder stands like a himbo looking handsome and being the future of beauty. you know the one I mean
Summary: Spencer’s overactive brain draws more attention than it ought to on a case, and you see him in a new light. 3k words.
Contains: hostile witnesses, spencer being clueless (but an absolute babe), friends to lovers. (No offence to Florida im sure it’s very nice, reader is having a bad day, and I am far too British for that kind of heat)
The sticky Florida air had long since plastered your clothes to your skin, leaving you short of breath and with the unpleasant feeling of damp hair against your scalp. The whole team had groaned at the revelation their next case would be in the outskirts of Miami, and as soon as the plane door opened you understood why.
You were hot, and grumpy. The salty, swampy air made you feel disgusting as you approached witness after witness. There was a serial killer operating in and around mobile home parks in the area, with the two most recent murders taking place in Royal Biscayne Trailer Park, both over a week ago. While the rest the team spread out across the other crime scenes, you and your partner had been dispatched to this one.
It was a world away from Quantico: sun-bleached, dense, full of plastic and palms instead of concrete and maples. Nonetheless, the principles remained the same no matter where you were. Take everything in, speak to everyone, suspect everyone. Stepping in and out of trailers gave you very little relief from the heat, although respite from the sun pounding down on you was a welcome break.
Dr Spencer Reid stood a short distance away, shielding his eyes with his hand as he contemplated the sea of trailers around him. He’d stared around as you drove into the park, something faraway in his eyes as he memorised every detail from the safety of the SUV.
Now he stood close to you, heads inches apart as he whispered so that only you could hear. He faced one way, you the other, and you could focus on his words knowing that Spencer was watching your back.
“These things all come equipped with the same locks, at least each model does. If you recognise the trailer home, you know how to pick it. It’s fairly trivial, for someone with some basic industry knowledge.”
You hummed through pursed lips, surveying the small crowd who had gathered to gawk at a pair of FBI officers on their turf.
“And that would be true of all of the trailer parks… we know he’s got a common MO.”
“Exactly.”
“You reckon someone in the industry, then? A salesman? Maintenance guy?”
Spencer rolled his neck, stared up at the sky for a moment. His curls were long at the moment, damp at the name of his neck, a little frizzy in the humidity.
“Not necessarily.”
“It’s quite specific,” you agreed, “anyone operating as a common thief around here would have the knowledge too. We could be talking about a classic escalation – burglar to home invader to murderer?”
His eyes snapped from you to his phone.
“I’ve asked Garcia to check out any patterns in robberies, home invasions… the locks are hardly scratched. We know he wears gloves, cleans his tools. This guy knows what he’s doing.”
You nodded, surveying the street again. The sun was glinting off of white plastic, making you squint. You worried for Spencer, the heat and the light wouldn’t be doing his headaches any good.
“You want me to take that?” Spencer was saying, and you snapped your attention in the direction he was gestured.
There was middle-aged man a little way forward of the crowd, shoulders hunched, hands entwined. Nervous. He had the tan of someone who lived here year-round, not a big believer in suncream, with tanlines when he removed his hat and glasses to speak to you.
“I’ve got it,” you murmured, and Spencer nodded.
It was an unspoken part of your partnership, that Spencer liked when you started conversations with witnesses. You liked that he trusted you, trusted your skills, never questioned whether you’d done the right thing when you spoke to people.
Instead he remained a short distance away, climbing up the front steps of someone’s home for a higher vantage point to survey the place.
“Hello, sir. Can I help you?”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you. You said you’re with the FBI?”
The man had a tip, and it was an interesting one. A rumour spread throughout the HOA about someone trying the locks at night, the sound of metal against the doorways, silhouettes against frosted glass. A few people even had security camera footage, though nothing identifiable. It was great. You gave him your card, told him to get the footage to you asap.
It must be terrifying, you realised, to hear that kind of noise in the night. To be so close to danger, after a neighbour had been killed. The local sheriff’s department seemed frustrated by the interest the case was garnering – frankly you were amazed the story wasn’t bigger. There was no small amount of comforting involved in the conversation you had with the witness, and soon enough a few more people stepped forwards from the crowd. All seemed middle-aged, likely transplants to the sunshine state, and equally shaken.
When everyone’s stories had finished, they stood in silence for a moment. You frowned, noticing their gazes slightly misaligned.
Spencer.
He was stood at your shoulder, sharp gaze flickering across each face of the gathered residents.
“This is my colleague, Dr Reid. A few of you have already met, I believe.”
“You know,” he began, “the socio-economic factors influencing the way we think about crime in mobile home communities are fascinating. Often trailer parks are stereotyped negatively in the media, and because they are generally cheaper to live in than traditional housing estates, and that can foster a sense of shame or isolation for residents. Transient populations can also make community policing and security difficult, and anomalies in the patterns of everyday life become more difficult for people to subconsciously spot.”
You held your breath, and tried not to look worried at the reaction of the small crowd. Instead, you focused on Spencer. He was speaking with his hands a lot today.
“But I think the assumptions we tend to make about trailer parks completely overlook the very nature of living so close to your neighbours. There is a sense of community in living so closely, as evidenced by the conversations we’ve been having today. I’m not sure whether the killer understands that, or is exploiting the former theory that places like this allow for more deviations from the way we implement traditional security in communities. An unsub might hold some sort of resentment towards trailer parks, or some specific resident in his past, or perhaps he’s simply exploiting how incredibly easy it is to simply walk up to a mobile home and slip the lock open with a humble mass-produced lock pick.”
He was greeted with a sea of blank faces, littered with the occasional frown. Finally he looked to you. You caught the furrow of his brow, the way his shoulders hunched into himself, the clutching of his elbows to his body.
Oh, Spencer.
“That’s really interesting!” you tried to say, but Spencer was already backing away.
“Anyway, I’ll, um, leave you to it.”
“Thank you, Dr Reid,” you called after him, as he fled, disappearing into the shade of a nearby trailer.
Your heart ached for him a bit, but you pushed that aside. Instead, you had a sea of potentially offended retirees to keep on side.
“God, what I’d give for a brain like that,” your witness laughed, his linen shirt straining under the movement.
You couldn’t help smiling, a little relieved the tension had broken.
“It’s not often someone has a face like that and a good head on their shoulders,” one of the older ladies piped up.
You found yourself looking over your shoulder at Spencer, his profile sharp as he looked down the road, deep in thought.
“He’s certainly a rare breed,” you agreed fondly.
A number of the crowd were following your gaze, and someone in you wanted to snap them out of it. Stop them from staring.
“He actually has an eidetic memory. Once he’s seen or heard something, he remembers it perfectly, forever. It’s incredible.”
“Oh, my goodness! I can hardly remember my own email password!”
“I wouldn’t mind if he hung around me and talked like that all day, even if I didn’t understand a word of it. Though perhaps he could use a haircut…”
There was a chorus of agreement and various coo-ing which seemed to occupy the entire scale from grandmotherly to entirely inappropriate. You couldn’t help staring at Spencer a moment longer, wondering if he was truly oblivious, or simply pretending to be.
A rare breed.
You were certain you’d never met anyone else like him. Certain you felt like a better version of yourself in his company. That you’d trust him with your life, that you searched every room you entered until you saw him. Watched the elevator doors each time they opened, all morning, until Spencer walked in.
You were certain you’d felt giddy the first time Spencer insisted the two of you would work together, alone.
“Imagine knowing that he’d remember everything, forever…” one of the women was saying, her eyebrows raised in a way you didn’t particularly enjoy.
You cleared your throat, and hooked one hand over the badge at your waist.
“Unless anyone has any further leads, we’d better be on our way…”
The group silenced, and watched you dutifully. You passed out a few more cards, reiterated how dedicated the team was to stopping this killer, and gave out a few promises that there would be a police presence after dark throughout the trailer park.
When the request for any further questions was met with more glances towards Spencer, you thanked your witness, and made a beeline for the car. After only a few seconds Spencer was beside you, jogging to catch up.
“All done?” he asked, and you smiled at the question.
“I think so.”
You started the engine and both waited with the doors open for the car to cool down. The department’s penchant for black SUVs was not helpful when the sun was so vicious. Feeling the heat themselves, the group of residents had dispersed into a few groups, wandering into one another’s homes to continue gossiping.
“God, I’m disgusting,” you lamented, “sorry for the sweat-smell. I might actually take a cold shower when we get to the hotel.”
Spencer was already waving you off, leaning into the car to mess with the AC. Through the open door you saw him groan at the heat, swiping a curl from his face.
“I’m afraid to raise my arms. It’s so humid, I’m not sure why anyone would retire here. High humidity aggravates a number of chronic conditions, especially respiratory ones, which are common in older people. Not to mention the skin cancer…”
“And it ruins your hair,” you teased.
Spencer faked a gasp, and reached for a damp, limp section of his hair.
“I mean, look at it!”
You laughed, and rolled your eyes at him, nothing but fondness settling warm and tight in your chest.
Surveying the road in front of you for one final time you saw a few curtain-twitchers, but no new faces. You climbed into the car, wincing at the heat. The seatbelt buckle was burning hot, and you swore as it burned your fingers.
“I always forget about that,” you grumbled, slamming the car door closed.
“You know, if you fasten your seatbelt after you get out, it stops the metal getting hot and burning you,” Reid offered, and you rolled your eyes at him again.
“Gosh, doesn’t it get exhausting being right about everything?”
Spencer went quiet, and all you heard was the click of his own belt. After a few moments the car was cool and bearable, and your lungs felt like they could finally move again. The sat-nav happily talked away, and you started stealing worried looks at your partner once you’d returned to properly-maintained roads.
“What you said out there was really good, do you mind if we go over it again once we get to the station? I think it’s worth exploring.”
“I shouldn’t have said it in front of them.”
He was right, but you didn’t have to heart to say anything. That was the thing which made your heart twinge about Spencer – he was so insecure, and yet so self-aware, it was the worst of both worlds. Being an expert in body language was a double-edged sword.
“I don’t think they minded. Did you hear those old ladies talking about your big brain?”
Spencer didn’t laugh. He turned himself towards the window, curled up with his hand beneath his jaw.
“They were very impressed. So was I, for what it’s worth. I think we’ll make some really good progress on this profile tonight.”
He hummed agreement. Watched a vista of blurred blue and green and white going past the window. The radio was turned down to a low hum, you could hardly hear it. Silence pierced its way through and sound of mumbled songs and road noise.
“Are you okay?” you asked finally.
“I’m okay.”
You sighed. Tapped the steering wheel. Sped a little to get through an intersection on amber.
“Spencer…”
“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to ruin that for you I just… sometimes I think of things and it’s like I have to tell you.
“Spencer I’m not mad at you! Not at all! I think we’re both just tired, and too warm…”
He didn’t say anything.
“Honestly, I was worried you’d heard what those ladies were saying about you and gotten upset. It was inappropriate of them…”
“I didn’t hear anything. What did they say?”
Your gaze was focused on the road, but you met Spencer’s eye in the rear-view mirror as he watched your face.
“Just that you were a handsome young man. And that they wanted you to get a haircut, which I firmly disagree with…” you teased.
Spencer touched his hair self-consciously. He was still quite curled up, leaning away from you despite his interest in the conversation.
“That’s nice of them, I suppose.”
“‘Nice’ is an interesting way of putting it, but I’m glad you’re not upset about it.”
“When I was a kid, I read a book at the library about how to tell if you’re attractive. It was for women, all about makeup and stuff, but there was a section about what made guys hot. I could never figure it out, I just always thought I looked like an alien.”
The sudden change made you sit up straight, heart in your mouth as you rolled to a stop behind a queue of traffic.
“I think everyone feels like that sometimes. Being a teenager is really hard.”
“I… yeah. I suppose so.”
“I always felt so jealous of the people who walked around looking perfect every day, confident that they were not. It just never came naturally to me.”
“Really? I assumed you were one of those girls in school who I’d be too afraid to talk to.”
You scoffed, and for a moment were struck by how little you really knew about one another. The way Spencer looked at you, looked it everyone, it felt as though he had an x-ray into every tiny detail of your life. How could he know, though?
“Of course not,” you laughed nervously.
You weren’t sure if you’d prefer Spencer knew the truth, or kept believing whatever he’d made up ini his head. You weren’t sure what any of this conversation meant. Traffic was moving. The precinct was two turns away.
“I’m not sure I believe you.”
He was teasing you. Finally he leant back in his seat, shoulders square to it, legs stretched out in the passenger footwell.
“Either way, I’m glad you can talk to me now. I’d miss it if you didn’t.”
“You might be the only person on this planet with that opinion.”
You took a moment to glance across the car at him, and caught a flash of a smile. He was joking. You released tension from your shoulders you hadn’t realised you were holding.
“I’m sure that’s not true. You’re a handsome genius, just like Barbara said.”
“Her name was Barbara?” Reid laughed.
You shrugged, and took the final turn into the precinct parking lot.
“I’ve got no idea.”
Even with the SUV in park, the aircon no longer blasting away, neither of you moved. Not for a moment, at least. A moment of peace before the chaos all began again. Just the two of you. Wherever you were, with Spencer was your favourite place to be.
“You’re the same, you know. A genius. And handsome…”
You frowned.
“Pretty! Beautiful. You know what I mean.”
“Handsome?”
In truth, you didn’t care about the words. Not at all. Not when your heart was pounding at the realisation Spencer had his gaze fixed on your lips, his eyes soft and pupils blown wide.
“Beautiful,” Spencer repeated, “You know, in a lot of languages, handsome can be translated for men and women. The word itself doesn’t have a gender. Guapa, for example, in Spanish…”
You let him talk, on and on. You decided you wouldn’t kiss him yet, while your hair was matted in sweat and Spencer’s face was brushed with sunburn and embarrassment.
“Bella is more popular in South America, though, or bonita. My favourite is Japanese, though. Kirei. To be beautiful both inside and out…”
Only a few more moments passed before Morgan arrived and banged on the glass with a wide grin and a sweat-beaded brow, announcing a break in the case. You were sorry for the interruption.
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fic#spencer reid imagine#fluff#fic#13atoms#im so sorry if this is ooc
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a non-exhaustive list of fic recs for lockwood & co and stranger things
Under the cut you’ll find my Lockwood & Co and Stranger Things fic recs.
These fics are in no particular order and are the ones that stood out most to me while reading. All of these authors have other writing that should be checked out! Most have their masterlist pinned at the top of their blog, which is why I didn’t link it seperately.
Have fun reading these excellent pieces of fanfiction❤️
Lockwood & Co
George
by @maraschinomerry
How to Stand (friends to lovers, fluff, both povs, George teaches reader how to use a rapier)
Matching Mates (friends to lovers, george has a crush, locklyle teasing him about it, Fittes Ball, bestfriend!Lucy is scheming)
Matching Mates Part 2 (established relationship, fluff)
Stay Safe (Reader and George fight a visitor together)
Important Research (friends to lovers, both povs, george is the sweetest, misunderstandings, fluff)
I’ve got your back (angst + fluff, hurt/comfort, cuddling)
Offerings (angst + fluff, getting possessed by a ghost)
by @givemea-dam-break
Pretty (friends to lovers, bestfriend!Lucy, locklyle, Fittes Ball, jealousy and awkward George, he’s a little idiot tbh)
Little Notes (love confessions through letters)
Touch (Gorge is jealous of Lockwood, fluff, a little angst)
masterlist for Lockwood x reader
by @lewkwoodnco
Wildest Dreams (strangers to lovers, reader works at Fittes, very in-character George, slight angst but happy ending)
Be More (valentine's day, FLUFF, george is a little awkward, food fight!! feels like a warm hug)
by @oblivious-idiot
london calling (reader works at Fittes, friends to lovers, fluff)
midnight comforts (after the boneglass, nightmares, cuddling, fluffyyyy)
the break of dawn (fluff, pizza for breakfast, watching a movie)
late night collisions (friends to lovers, fluff, george is bad at uno, stealing shirts)
the only exception (ghost touch, fluff, george is the swe etest)
Stuck in the middle with you by @stray-kaz (18+ only!, reader contacts the ghost of Annabelle Ward, angst, fluff, smut)
Sleep Tight by @honey-lavender-latte (friends to lovers, comforting George, cuddles, his pov)
Lockwood
Just another love song by @tangledinlove (friends to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, love languages, George and Lucy have to intervene, long!!)
I take you like you do your tea, with lemon and with honey by @lewkwoodnco (first person Lockwood, Lockwood is in love, pure poetry)
Deck The Halls (and not your partner) by @bella-rose29 (long! 12 part series, enemies to lovers, fake dating!! set around christmas time (with everything that entails), fluff, angst, mildly spicy towards the end, lockwood is a little shit from time to time, fantastic couple dynamic)
escapism by @aislinrayne (18+ but no actual smut, reader is drunk, insane tension, lockwood is a simp, lot's of lockwood pov)
Little Pink Heart by @maraschinomerry (SAD, NO happy end, established relationship, reader dies on the job, it's a beautiful read tho)
Locklyle
that funny feeling by @givemea-dam-break (ANGST and only ANGST)
Untitled by @lucelockwood (the most beautiful thing you'll ever read, 100% pure love)
Borrowed Time by @waitingforthesunrise (angst, post Hollow Boy, serial killer prompt)
Policy 8 by @the-biscuit-agreement (on AO3, very long, it feels like reading another Lockwood & Co book, angst, fluff, it has everything)
The Whole World Filled With Silence by @13atoms (focus on Lucy, post canon, talents fading but it's bittersweet instead of angsty)
Just An Act by @czenzo (extremely in character, so funny, the skull is the best)
George & Lucy
5 times George missed Lucy, 1 time he admitted it by @givemea-dam-break & @ikeasupremacy
Stranger Things
Series
Dancing with myself by @ambrossart (finished, fluff and angst, happy ending, ALL the feels and just simply amazingly written, everyone needs to read this one)
You are in love by @missscarlettangel (finished, strangers to friends to lovers, kinda slow burn, just a super sweet feel-good story and absolutely worth the read)
Eddie Munson
Dirty Dreaming by @eddiethefreakkmunson (smut! best friends to lovers, Eddie has a wet dream about the reader and deals with the repercussions)
Listen to the Trees by @ethereal27cereal (includes smut, fluff, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, plus size!reader, ‘there’s only one bed’-trope, a very handsy wet dream, both povs)
My favourite Person by @pollenallergie (best friends to lovers, slow burn, starts out with them as little kids)
Oneshots
by @copycatkillerfics
Head over Heels/ Code Lime Green (fluff, friends to lovers, kinda insecure but very in love Eddie, Dustin plays matchmaker)
Angel/ What’s left unspoken (angst & fluff, friends to lovers, both povs, cliche in the best way)
A spark (angst and fluff, friends to lovers, truth or dare goes a little wrong, butterflies guaranteed)
Since the Sunflowers (angst and fluff, shitty boyfriend alert, Eddie is a sweetheart in love, happy ending)
by @marymunsonloves
Hellfire Babes (best friends to lovers, you wear Eddie’s clothes and he can’t handle it, both povs, halloween party)
All dolled up (angst & fluff, friends to lovers, slight misunderstanding, a little jealous Eddie)
More to love (best friends to lovers, implied plus size reader, Eddie helps you with body issues, accidental confession)
by @munson-blurbs
Flattery works with me (smut, a revealing bikini at the pool is all it takes to get Eddie going)
Clueless (fluff, the hellfire boys push Eddie to ask you out)
Bookworm!reader (fluff, shy reader, Eddie joins reader in detention)
by @singularattitudeofasafetypin
If you wanted me, you really should’ve shown (friends to lovers, kinda shitty boyfriend, Eddie shows you what you’re missing in the most beautiful way)
How you get the girl (friends to lovers, Eddie overhears you telling Steve how to step up his game, Eddie’s pov)
Crazy Forever (established relationship, Eddie is insecure)
by @corrodedcoffins
Different Kind of Jealous (best friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, both povs, all the good stuff)
New Outfit (fluff & angst, friends to lovers, reader tries to appease Eddie by changing her looks, confession during a fight)
Man of my dreams (smut!, best friends to lovers, reader has a wet dream about Eddie, relentless teasing, the gang hangs out together, platonic steve x reader moment, jealous Eddie)
Love comes walking in (best friends to lovers, fluff & angst, jealousy, Eddie is a clueless idiot, Dustin is the sweetest little guy, Eddie makes it up to you beautifully)
by @sunflowergirl522
Teardrops on my guitar (best friends to lovers, Eddie is so in love, jealousy, mutual pining, misunderstandings)
He’s my brother (strangers to lovers, mutual pining, movie nights)
by @forever-rogue
Miscommunications (best friends to lovers, fluff & angst, jealousy, a fight, mutual pining, insecurities)
In which Eddie drives you crazy (friends to lovers, fluff, intense flirting from Eddie)
by @eddie-van-munson
Elvira’s Movie Macabre (friends to lovers, bestfriend!chrissy, fluff & angst, both povs, Eddie is an idiot, but he makes it up to you)
Peanut Butter Cookies (best friends to lovers, jealousy)
masterlist by @ghosttownwherenoonegoes (found it hard to narrow down here)
meet me at midnight by @maria-scribbles (fluff, aquaintances to lovers, new years eve party, henderson!reader)
Are you leaving? by @fluffansmut (fluff, both povs, Eddie is insecure)
The Morning after by @ashtonsbff (fluff & angst, best friends to lovers, insecure reader and insecure Eddie)
is something wrong with me? by @djarintreble (best friends to lovers, mutual pining, some insecurities, Eddie shows you that there is nothing wrong with you)
Taking Eddie’s virginity by @usedtobecooler (smut!, best friends to lovers)
One Call away by @uselessastheginlasagnaa (fluff & angst, best friends to lovers, toxic/abusive relationship but Eddie is always there for you)
I think I’ve loved you forever by @cinemaquinn (smut!, fluff, best friends to lovers, insecurities, misunderstandings, mutual pining)
hold me like i’m more than just a friend by @heartthrobinsficrecs (best friends to lovers, intense fluff, henderson!reader, mutual pining, Eddie is your first kiss, both povs)
Someone that actually likes me by @oddlykilledghosts (aquaintances to lovers, fluff, Dustin’s a matchmaker)
Angels & Demons by @galaxy-siren (friends to lovers, fluff, bestfriend!chrissy, halloween party, both povs)
Have you seen my sweatshirt by @waratah-moon (established relationship, cheerleader!reader, fluff)
On my doorstep by @softharrington (smut! friends to lovers, idiots in love, mutual pining, both povs)
#ficrec#stranger things 4#eddie#eddie munson#eddie x reader#eddie munson x reader#lockwood & co#lockwood and co#lockwood and co x reader#george karim#george karim x reader#anthony lockwood#lockwood#fic rec
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cherry’s rec. masterpost :)
UPDATED AUGUST 15, 2022
hiya friends! i’ve had this blog for a while now, and i’m getting tired of scrolling back through all my posts/reblogs to find specifc fics so i made this post! feel free to browse and please remember to leave feedback for these wonderful authors!
some of these posts and/or blogs are 18+ so please make sure to respect the writer’s wishes, and of course: your media consumption is your own responsibility. read and consider the warnings and summaries provided by the writers before reading.
din djarin x reader
untitled request by @dindjarindiaries
unnecessary risk by @mellowswriting
untitled request by @the-scandalorian
wreckage | refuge by @the-scandalorian
the dance by @the-little-ewok
best medicine by @omgreally
safe by @dincrypt
breathe by @oliviajdjarin
softer by @thatredheadwriter
persephone & hades by @charnelhouse
nothing new by @imaginedisish
love heals by @starryeyedstories
loki x reader
soothing the pain by @grufflepuff-writes-stuff
take care of you by @grufflepuff-writes-stuff
beneath the bleeding skies by @handmaiden-of-mischief (18+, explicit)
don’t let me go by @handmaiden-of-mischief
still beautiful by @handmaiden-of-mischief
a garden of glass by @handmaiden-of-mischief
burning by @joucebox
“are you flirting with me?” by @startrekkingaroundasgard
bucky barnes x reader
series:
undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations
a correspondence of obligation by @pellucid-constellations
sky full of song by @wkemeup (18+, explicit)
oneshots:
pansies, pain, and other things about bucky by @bucky-bucket-barnes-library
“i love you” “no you don’t” by @ houseravenclaws (deactivated)
broken radiator by @westviewtroubles
bucky x reader headcanons by @feeltimemovin
firefighter au by @boxofbonesfic (+18, explicit)
be still, my indelible love by @pellucid-constellations
geralt of rivia x reader
series:
the cottage at the edge of the woods by @starryeyedstories
oneshots:
love of his life by @13atoms
untitled request by @freyjaallan
untitled request by @freyjaallan
cold by @mandos-things
eddie munson x reader
series:
personal lies by @downbadformunson
oneshots:
you’re it for me by @outerspacebisexual
m’lady by @no-mercy-bby
mr. vampire by @eddie-munsons-girlfriend
eddie singing you to sleep by @urgrlm14
magic fingers by @denim-mixtapes
kittens and kisses by @witchersoldier
strange love, pt. II by @strangermarvelss
dark matter by @luveline
“you deserve better than me” by @wwinterwitch
velvet kisses by @retrobutterflies
soldier, poet, king by @starbxcks
sleepless by @writingdumpster
steve rogers x reader
untitled request by @anika-ann
the garden by @wkemeup
10th doctor x reader
the bar by @awindylife-writes
cal kestis x reader
heartbeat like thunder by @sprout-fics
jon snow x reader
playing with snow by @hazywrites
druig x reader
confession by @ introvert-writer (deactivated)
nightmares in eternity by @endofthelinegang
#din x reader#mando x reader#loki x reader#bucky x reader#geralt x reader#steve x reader#steve rogers x reader#10th doctor x reader#jon snow x reader#druig x reader#eddie munson x reader#cal kestis x reader
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honestly agreed fuck hulu why did they do that to my booyyyy 😭 - 13atoms
I absolutely pray that it was legit just a scheduling thing- maybe sacha was busy filming his other projects (the biggest contender being the drama wolf coming out this year). But even then the creative decisions with his character seem incredibly... odd.
Best case scenario is sacha knew he was going to be busy for a while and wouldn't ever be able to come back- worst case scenario they just decided that was how they wanted to tackle his character. But even then... why THAT? Why not leave it open to interpretation?
Disappointed doesn't cover it (but thank the gods for fanfiction and incredibly talented and dedicated writers! I feel a few fix it fics will be on the horizon from the orlo hive!)
#trying to keep things spoiler free for the people who havent seen it#the great#count orlo#the great spoilers
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July's Fic Reccomendations
Hi lovelies, so lately I've stumbled upon so many amazing fics and amazing writers, so I thought I'd show those writers some appreciation by making a list of all the fics I read and loved this past month. I might make this a monthly thing. We gotta show our amazing writers some love.
This goes without saying, but the majority of the following fics/blogs are 18+, I'm in no way responsible for the media you consume. Read all warnings and respect writer's boundaries. All of these are x readers as well.
My symbols for each fic are as follows 🍒 = smut, 💞 = fluff, ⚡= angst, 🖤 = dark/triggering themes, 💌 = my personal favourites (that's more for me more than anything), ^ = written by the same author
Dean Winchester
🍒💌It's All For You by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
🍒💞💌Butterfly by @chocolateheart
🍒⚡Door Number 12 ^
🍒⚡It's So Clear Now @sunlightdances
🍒Enough For Now^
💞🍒Love Laid Down series by^
🖤💞🍒Take It On The Run series by @luci-in-trenchcoats
Jensen Ackles
*All of the following are by @luci-in-trenchcoats
🍒💞🖤💌If I Fell For You series
🍒⚡💞💌By My Side Series
💞Hot Texas Cop
Soldier Boy
⚡🖤Thunder In Our Hearts Series by @luci-in-trenchcoats
💌⚡🖤🍒Black Velvet (Multi-part) by @danny-cordray
🍒Smut drabble (Untitled) by @charnelhouse
💌🍒Degradation (Not the title, its untitled) ^
🖤⚡🍒Mind Games (Multi-part) by @avanatural
Pedro Pascal Universe
⚡💞Risk (Pero Tovar) by @forever-rogue
💞A Little Bit of Sugar (Frankie Morales) @bestintheparsec
🍒⚡💌Pacify Her (Javier Peña) @burnthoneymint
⚡💞All's Faire Series (Pero Tovar) @thewayofthemandalorian
⚡🍒💌The Crush series (Javier Peña) by @the-ginger-hedge-witch
The Witcher/Geralt of Rivia
⚡💞A Faint Slip Of Silver by @13atoms
🍒💌Healing Hands by @clints-lucky-arrow
Others
🍒💞Breakfast in Bed (Billy Russo) by *my beloved* @fluffyprettykitty
💌🍒Uncivil (Matt Murdock) ^
⚡💞All You Have To Do Is Ask by @loverhymeswith
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Ten characters, Ten fandoms, Ten tags
Oh gosh, tagged by @bit-dodgy-innit. Let's see if I can even get to 10! Some of these are definitely going to be characters I'm not as deeply into anymore. (A few will be ones I just think are neat) 😂
The Master- Doctor Who
The Moon Knight System- Moon Knight
Doc Ock/Otto Octavius- Spiderman
Susan Ivanova- Babylon 5 (please I'm begging watch this show)
Gen- The Queen's Thief
Loki- MCU
Lady Dimitrescu- RE8
Blue Jones- Sucker Punch (the version that lives in my head cause I've never actually watched it)
Jareth- Labyrinth
Bones- Star Trek
Tagging (no pressure): @how-masterful @queerconfusionthings @marc-spectorr @263adder @13atoms @penguinwithitsarseonfire @iced-tea-possibly
#💫 anon aka me#doctor who#moon knight#spiderman#sucker punch#star trek#re8#labryrinth#babylon 5#the thief#mcu
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Rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better
Tagged by: @praxeus-13 Thank you so much for tagging me! I'm sorry that it took me so long to get this done! Mental illness was really kicking my ass!
Favourite time of the year: Late autumn to the beginning of winter. It depends on the year, but I love seeing the trees turn orange and the feeling the air get colder. But I also really love snow and being all bundled up in sweaters. So, the transitional period between autumn and winter.
Comfort food: Oven-baked mac & cheese, cheddar and sour cream Ruffles, and Ben and Jerry's Phish Food ice cream. Also, so many depression meals that I won't name for your benefit.
Do you collect something: I collect a lot of things. I collect bottle caps, wine corks, aluminum can tags. Alcohol bottles, but that's because I want to break the glass and use it for art projects. I also collect those paper mug sleeves from Starbucks and other cafes and I will write the date I got my drink somewhere on in. Oh! And books! I have so many books. I want to eventually collect records, but I haven't started doing that yet.
Favourite drink: I drink a lot of black tea, but I do love a good chai latte. I will never pass up a raspberry lemonade or a Shirley Temple, though. My go-to alcoholic drink, though, is either a whiskey and coke or a blueberry Moscato.
Favourite song: Oh, so many! But here are a few: Heroes, by David Bowie, As The World Falls Down by David Bowie, Starcrossed Losers by The Fratellis, Told You So by The Fratellis, Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles, Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) by Kate Bush, Mayor of Simpleton by XTC, Enjoy The Silence by Depeche Mode, Origin of Love by Mika, The Origin or Love from Hedwig and The Angry Inch. Again, I have a lot more, but I will stop there.
Current favourite song: Miles From Nowhere by Cat Stevens, The Chain by Fleetwood Mac, Vienna by Billy Joel, King by Florence and The Machine, Master of Puppets by Metallica, Mary On A Cross by Ghost, a lot of Metallica and Ghost songs, No One Lives Forever by Oingo Boingo, also, a lot of The Cramps and Iron Maiden songs. Again, there are probably more, but I'll spare you me recounting my hours-long playlists.
Favourite fic: That definitely depends on the fandom. And I went off the songs, but I have a lot of fic recs! I could go into it more if anyone wants it. But I absolutely love the Knowledge trilogy by @13atoms! I highly recommend it if you love Dhawan!Doctor, like me.
Tagging: I don’t know who to tag because I’ve been gone for so long, and I feel rude tagging people out of the blue after being radio silent for so long. But anyone who wants to join in, please do! I would love to get to know you! :D
#ghost's posts#tagged#I really love listening to music#so i probably went overboard#I'm sorry!#but I listen to music all the time
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Okay but can we talk about how Orlo’s reaction to the mess caused by Catherine’s attempt of ‘seducing’ him is to literally start apologizing?
This poor man is so used to being ridiculed that at first he doesn’t even realize what is going on. All he wanted was to share his Voltaire’s pamphlet with her and when she starts hitting on him he’s so oblivious it’s almost ridiculous. But that’s because he’s just been told so many times that he’s ‘ugly’ and ‘an unfuckable virgin’ that he simply can’t conceive that someone could be interested in him that way.
And then when he finally realizes, he gets extremely nervous and he straight up assumes that everything is his fault. He attributes it to his lack of experience with women, the thing he has been mocked about the most. And even if he doesn’t have any idea of what he could have done wrong, he immediately takes the blame.
I know this scene is supposed to be a comic relief but watching it I couldn’t help but think of how Orlo is just so awkward about the whole situation because of the trauma he has been indulged in by the court’s mockery of him and I think that's really sad.
#Count Orlo#Hulu's The Great#Sacha Dhawan#I know I already posted some gifs of The Great a few hours ago#I'm just soft for Orlo today#And I'm blaming 13atoms' A Concealed Dagger for it#I completely recommend that fic btw#Thank you for coming to my ted talk
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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 [𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱: 𝟯𝟬𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮]
𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴!
𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝘁 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿:
to sleep [tiny angst, fluff] | don't wonder off [tiny angst, fluff] @blushstories
papa bird [fluff] @valdemarismynonbinarylove
catch me [fluff] @corpsekiller
cuddle [fluff] | feel your touch [fluff] @cap-n-stuff
his person [fluff] @fangirl-inthe-us
hold [fluff] @queen-sands
a kiss to the back of the neck [fluff] @queenxxxsupreme
destiny [fluff] @earthfairytale
vulnerable [fluff] @whatsnevershown
never [tiny angst, fluff] @marchtothefuckingsea
cold [fluff] @plus-size-reader
scolding [fluff, angst] @starryeyedstories
remember you first, pt2 [fluff, angst] @itsthestutterforme
injury before infliction [fluff] | monthly dues [fluff] @cinebration
chasing butterflies [fluff] @saberdeity
little wife [fluff] @slasherwife
hate myself [fluff] @my-mixed-fandoms
give you peace [fluff] @hiscyarika
gentle giants [fluff] | how to make a witcher smile [fluff] @sarahisslytherin
hearsay [fluff] @13atoms
braiding [fluff] @havenoffandoms
the lovestruck witcher [fluff] | no end in sight [fluff] | tree climber [fluff] wildflowers [angst, fluff] @open--till--midnight
why'd you do that [angst, fluff] @andsheloved
don't be kind [angst, fluff] @babyjordy
flowers from the witcher [fluff] @domesticandlovingmonsters
bed rest [fluff] @mlmxreader
i've always loved the rain [fluff] @seidenbros
take care [fluff] @vi-sinner
your witcher [fluff] @velvetcloxds
𝗷𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿:
i know [fluff] @railroad-migraine
drunk [fluff] | protective [fluff] @seancekitsch
lavender's blue [fluff] @write-ur-wrongs
dreadful songs and witches [fluff] @demxnscous
we need a horse [fluff] @falcor-thee-luck-dragon
flower and flame [fluff, tiny angst] @buckyodinson
watch me burn [fluff] @undercoveravenger
you're distracting me [fluff] @open--till--midnight
teach me to play [fluff] @watch-that-writer-burnnn
𝗲𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗹 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿:
tenderness [fluff] @anorsel
morning market [tiny angst, fluff] @queenxxxsupreme
touch starved [fluff] @mrsaugustwalker
the blame [fluff] @crowleyellestair
shirt [fluff] @writingmysanity
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Working Late (Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader)
Summary: After a busy few weeks, you spend a friday night in the office catching up on the never-ending pile of paperwork which appears whenever the team are whisked away on a case. To your surprise, a colleague decides to join you.
Contains: Fluff, very gentle friends-to-lovers, early seasons spencer, food | 2k words.
If you listened for long enough, you could hear the distant hum of the vending machine.
The office was empty. It was long past the time where other departments turned their lights off, and it became acceptable to sling your shoes off and pad around in socks. The BAU was in high demand lately, and it felt as though the last three cases had been back-to-back-to-back. You could hardly remember what your bed looked like, your apartment floor was covered in clothes from hastily repacking suitcases, and the thought of cleaning it up was enough to keep you in the office.
At 7:30pm, even the most dedicated of your colleagues had rightfully headed home to partners, or sports clubs, or kids. That only left you, and the team’s mountain of paperwork which only grew each time you headed out on a case.
I’ll work late tonight, catch up on everything, then crash for the whole weekend, you’d promised Garcia at lunch. In one breath, she’d claimed that was impressive, that everyone would love you forever for getting it done, and warned you to take care of yourself.
Sometimes it was hard to know how to. You felt dreadful being here, you'd feel worse if you went home, thinking about the work hanging over you. For a moment you lay with your head on your forearm, idly massaging out the headache that had started to form.
Dinner, you realised. You hadn’t eaten dinner. Maybe that was why you felt dreadful.
The temptation to just go home would be too strong if you went out to get it, so you headed for the drawer in the kitchen full of takeout menus.
While you were flicking through the pile for the least sticky menus, the elevator doors opened.
It was almost certainly security checking to see who was still up here, or a cleaner making their rounds. Nonetheless, with half the building dark, it was hard not to suddenly be on high alert. In socked feet, you tiptoed back along the corridor until you could see the doors, already sliding closed with the carriage empty.
You crept further forward, until you could see a man, hair slightly damp around his face and a satchel looped over his body. Reid. He was stood behind your desk, peering at the computer you had left on, as though he was confused.
“Evening,” you offered, pushing against the warm fondness you felt as he jolted away from your chair in surprise.
“The computer screens turn themselves off after five minutes of inactivity, and you never leave yours unlocked. I figured something must have happened.”
He was silent for a moment, his gaze drifting to your socked feet, then back to your face.
“Evening.”
“I just went to get menus,” you held them up limply, and Reid smiled.
“Have you not been home yet?”
“No, I can’t believe you’ve been home!”
“I actually went home early,” he admitted the fact as though he was embarrassed. You were fairly sure Hotch had shoved him out of the elevator doors.
“You’ve snuck back in, them?”
Finally you crossed the bullpen, sinking back into your office chair. Reid perched on the next desk over.
“Couldn’t settle – I figured I could get through everything quickly, save everyone the job…”
“Especially after we’re inevitably called in over the weekend, and all these cases feel like a lifetime ago.”
He smiled grimly.
“Exactly.”
For a moment it was silent, and you felt a little caught at Reid finding you in the office alone like this. Your headphones lay out on the desk, music blaring tinnily from them, and you felt your face grow warm as you reached across to turn the music off.
“So you’re getting food?” he hadn’t moved, gesturing at the menus.
“Yeah. Have you had dinner?”
“Not really. If you don’t mind me joining you…”
“Not at all,” you insisted, “please.”
He glanced over the options you’d laid out, over the three piles on your desk. You wondered how long ago he’d showered, his hair was straighter than usual with the weight of being damp. He was wearing one of his usual jumpers, but he must have put a t-shirt on underneath it. There was something odd about seeing him without a shirt collar. Some insight into what Spencer wore when he wanted to be comfortable, when he thought he wouldn’t be seen.
“I– Thank you. I don’t mind going out to get it?”
“I usually just order it in, and then get security call me down and accept it.”
Reid frowned, no doubt prepared to reel off dozens of stats about security risks.
“Is that allowed?”
“No one’s ever stopped me,” you shrugged, only to delight in Reid’s wide, nervous smile.
He’d never had the chance to be a naughty schoolboy, you’d often reflected, it was why he often seemed to look like he was being called into the principal’s office.
“So long as you make the call…”
“Don’t want to get in trouble?” you teased, and Spencer laughed.
“Absolutely not! That’s the last thing I need.”
“Well then, in that case I’m choosing Chinese. Pick something.”
You tossed him a menu, and he glanced it over before looking up to think. You’d never quite get over the way his mind worked.
Once the order was placed and Spencer had laughed over your stomach grumbling, reality sunk back in. Sat at your desk, on a Friday night, under fluorescent lights.
“Isn’t it funny to have your dream job, and it’s still so boring most of the time,” you mused, and Spencer just chuckled.
He still hadn’t moved to start his work.
“I know what you mean.”
He paused for a moment.
“Was this your dream job?”
Oh, no.
“Is that lame? I assumed this was everyone here’s dream job,” you admitted.
Spencer shrugged, and you found yourself watching him desperately for any kind of redemption from the ache of embarrassment you were feeling in your chest. It shouldn’t matter, whether Spencer thought you were lame. Somehow, it seemed like the only thing that did matter.
“I suppose I never knew where I’d end up, but I’m glad it was here.”
You nodded, waiting for him to speak more. Spencer spoke a lot, defended himself with constant talking. It was something different, rare, when he was talking about his own past.
“What am I talking about? Yeah,” he was smiling, and that meant you were smiling right back at him, all toothy and lame, “this is my dream job.”
“If it was really a dream job, they’d pay for our dinners,” you teased, and Spencer laughed.
“That’s true enough. Oh!”
He rifled through his wallet, pulling out a twenty and hunting for more.
“My half,” he offered, “thank you for letting me crash your dinner.”
“Not at all, it’s nice the you’re here! And I wasn’t angling for you to pay me back, Spencer. Don’t be daft.”
“No, you just reminded me, is all.”
He put the cash down beside your hand with an eyebrow raise, and you laughed.
“Thank you.”
You wondered how someone sourced bills so clean, it wasn’t as ratty as the cash you grabbed from your wallet.
“I’ll take it as danger money, in case security squeal on us for ordering takeout.”
“I’m not sure the late night paperwork should the riskiest part of the job.”
He laughed, and finally made a move to stand up. Suddenly you were overcome by the need to stop him from going anywhere.
“What have you got left to do?” you asked.
“Case reports, a few bits of random paperwork, I think there’s a security review and some statements to type up…”
As you talked over the workload, you realised you’d done some of the work Spencer had intended to. He offered to take over on some things, and you knew he’d complete the work perfectly, until finally the workload split between the two of you felt manageable. He pulled a chair over to share your desk, and by the time the food had arrived, you felt far better about your odds of getting home before midnight.
“Do you want to try some of this?” you offered Spencer, catching him watching you.
“Oh, um, yeah actually.”
You hadn’t really meant it. Spencer didn’t share, you’d already double-dipped and your chopsticks had been in your mouth and…
“Do you want a spring roll? These are amazing.”
You let him use his chopsticks to drop a spring roll into your container, and you smiled your thanks as he did. His face was suddenly far closer to you than you’d realised, knees inches apart as you struggled to share one desk.
“Hm,” you mumbled, “that is good!”
“Right!”
For a while you ate in silence, and if you forgot about the fluorescent lights and stale scent of office, it was like you were sharing dinner together by choice. Spencer in his casuals, you still shoe-less, perched casually on your chair, it was nice.
“So, do you have weekend plans?”
He’d be silent for so long, you hardly heard him.
“Hm?”
“Weekend plans,” his voice dropped quieter, less stable. “What are you up to?”
Spencer was asking what your weekend plans were. Spencer.
“I just thought… asking about… asking about your weekend shows that I care for your wellbeing and builds social rapport between colleagues, or… I mean, I think we’re friends at this point? Too? So I just wanted to know what your weekend plans were.”
He was bright red and staring down at his noodles, you could see the rise and fall of his chest, the panic growing in him.
“No, Spencer, I appreciate you asking. I’m, uh, just planning on crashing to be honest. I have to clean my apartment, do all my laundry. Nothing too exciting. And my building’s laundry room is flooded – again – so I guess it’s a long wait at the laundromat.”
Desperate to say anything, to make Spencer feel better – and make sure he didn’t regret talking to you – you found yourself rambling on and on, until he was smiling nervously. Still avoiding your eye, he interrupted you gently.
“Public laundromats have all kinds of risks. My biggest concern is always bed bugs – even commercial machines in laundromats often can’t kill bed bug eggs, leading them to be transferred between customers…”
“Oh, god Spencer, that’s really not making me feel better!”
“No! I just mean… I have in-unit, for that reason. Disinfected regularly.”
You looked at him, bemused, the warm food in your lap forgotten. He paused, and met your eyes, a lock of hair falling over his face. He brushed it back.
“Oh! I meant, I wasn’t bragging about my washer being clean. Uh, you’re welcome to use mine, if you’d rather.”
It was the strangest thing that had ever made your heart clench with fondness. He was still blushing, clearly afraid he’d said the wrong thing, done something weird again. It was your first instinct not to bother him, but at the innocent look in his wide, brown eyes, you found yourself accepting.
“That would be amazing, if you wouldn’t mind, Spencer. Be warned, I’ve got a lot of laundry to do, you can kick me out anytime you get sick of me,” you teased.
“I know, from all the travelling. You’re wearing clothes you never normally wear, presumably because all your favourites need washing.”
You stared at him, processing for a moment. You could see his finger tapping against the side of his thigh, the smile he was trying to hide.
“You can stay as long as you like,” he clarified.
“Maybe we can watch a boxset or something, if you like?”
The raise of his eyebrows was enough to make you laugh, and he quickly looked away, taking another mouthful of rice.
“Doctor Who?”
There was nothing you wouldn’t have watched with Spencer, as you woke up the next morning blessedly free of work calls and lazily made your way to his apartment with two suitcases full of washing and a huge bags of Skittles for Reid. He’d surprised you with a made lunch, and with a freshly cleaned washer and dryer. Despite the way he made himself scarce when you pulled out underwear and bundled it into his washing machine, two hours later, he was brave enough to sneak an arm around your shoulder.
You sank your face to his chest, and listened to the pounding of his heart. By the time Christopher Eccleston had met his first Dalek, you knew a lot of your future would be spent on this couch.
#i spent like 3 hours writing this and forgot to eat#relatable reader rn#13atoms#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x you#criminal minds fic
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Stay
(Count Orlo x Reader, 1.7k, angst and fluff, friends to lovers, set during season 1)
This has been sitting in my inbox for ages but I finally found
the motivation to finish it. A huge thank you to @13atoms for betareading x
On a snow-swept winter’s night, you packed your things in secret and quietly slipped out of Russia’s finest palace.
Your carriage was waiting across the south lawn, discreetly parked on an old lane near the forest. You could see the glow of the lantern in the distance, a matched pair of carriage horses pawing impatiently at the ground.
Taking a steadying breath, you looked over your shoulder to gaze up at the palace, one last time.
You couldn’t help it. A tear began to trace its way down your cheek.
For months you’d been working for the Empress and her small, handpicked group. Together you had hatched a plan to overthrow the Emperor and bring Russia to a new age, a shimmering future of light, reason, and progress.
You had been a loyal partner-in-treason to the Empress. You helped rally support for her and helped her win over the Ladies of the court. You also introduced her to Count Orlo, who had since become her most trusted ally. You believed in bright-souled Catherine and you believed in her golden dreams, however high they might reach.
In a way, the coup had given you a sense of purpose you’d never felt before. A sense of destiny.
As the day of the coup drew closer, however, you found yourself growing more and more nervous. Doubt plagued you. What if the coup failed? What if you fumbled it, somehow? What if all this hope, all this dreaming, all this brilliant, careful planning – what if it all amounted to nothing?
Fear had you by the throat. No matter how you tried, you couldn’t find the courage to see it through. Tonight, the night before the Empress’ coup, you’d made a snap decision to leave the palace forever.
It made you feel sick to your stomach, leaving your friends like this so suddenly. But it was better this way — better for everyone, you told yourself. Nerves had no place in a coup, of that you were certain.
You’d miss Orlo, most of all. Over the past year he’d become a dear friend to you, and the two of you had spent many happy hours in the library together, sharing a candle and a stack of books. He’d always have a shy smile and a friendly word for you, and you adored him.
Then you’d watched him change over the months, unleashing a man he never knew lived within him. He was stronger, somehow, at the core of himself.
If only you could say the same about yourself. You felt the opposite — weaker, spiritless, as though the light that had kept your mind aflame and heart aglow this past year had suddenly gone out.
Tonight you’d left a note for Orlo on your nightstand, a single line written across the middle:
I’ll always remember you.
Something heavy settled on your heart. Quickly, you pulled your mind from the past and set it firmly in the present. The wind was picking up now, bringing with it a chill that crept into your bones. Shivering, you tightened your coat and hurried your steps toward the small fine carriage in the distance.
Just then a sound came from the palace, a door bursting open, followed by quick footsteps chasing after you.
"No – wait –"
You glanced over your shoulder and froze. "Orlo?"
He dashed in front of you and blocked your path with his palms raised. "You must not do this –"
"How did you –" You blinked. "You read my letter?"
He was a little breathless from his sprint across the snowy palace lawn. "Yes," he panted. "And – and I ask you to stay. Stay and see this through." He leaned forward urgently. "We are partners in this, you and I. Remember? We must act together if we are to succeed in this."
You stared at him for a long, silent moment, pausing at the worry – at the plea – in his eyes. Somewhere in a distant part of your mind, you could feel your iron will begin to melt. Listen to him, an inner voice urged you.
Then you took that voice and buried it somewhere deep down and far away.
"I can't," you admitted quietly. "I'm sorry."
With that you swept right past him and made for the carriage, faster this time, hoping he would not follow.
It was a vain hope, you realized. He was at your side in an instant, his long black cloak billowing after him.
"But – but why? Why, now, when we are this close – "
"Because I can’t!"
You spun on him so quickly that he nearly stumbled into you. "I can’t do this," you spat at him. "I'm not brave, not strong enough. We could fail, we could lose our friends. I - "
You couldn’t help it. The tears came, hot quiet ones that filled your eyes despite your best effort at control. You dropped your face into your hands, a sob breaking from your throat.
Just as you turned away, Orlo caught your hand. With urgent fingers, he pulled you a step closer.
He had the loveliest eyes.
"Breathe," he said.
You looked down at your hand where it lay cradled in his. And you breathed.
The moment stretched on, broken only by the sound of the wind in the treetops and your own unsteady breath. Only when your breathing softened did Orlo warily relax his posture, letting his hands return to his sides.
You wiped a shaking hand across your eyes. "Orlo, aren't you .. frightened at all?"
He hesitated for a moment, then his gaze shifted away to a spot near his feet. "Yes," he said quietly. "I'm scared of failing. And sometimes of winning, of what it will take to win."
He took a breath. "Fear has haunted me all my life, but I am forever done running from it."
You’d never seen him quite like this. His dark eyes were determined, resolved, and there was an edge of steel in his soft voice you’d never heard before. For just a moment, it silenced your fears and made your panicked heart sit still.
"Remember who I used to be? I stepped softly, tiptoeing through life, never realizing I could be more than what I was. A coward – "
"You were not a coward."
"There is one thing I am sure of," he said. "I wouldn’t have come as far as I have, were it not for you."
You could only blink at him, stunned and touched, forgetting the snow and the cold in the sudden warmth his words gave you.
Then he took your hand once more. His eyes shone strangely under the glowing winter moon. Were those tears?
"Please, don’t go," he whispered hoarsely. "Stay. I – need you."
Suddenly you couldn’t breathe for the emotion flooding your chest. He needed you — as desperately as you needed him. You couldn’t see it before, past your own pain. Now the truth was clear and perfectly in focus, as if a bright light had been thrown onto it.
You opened your mouth to say something - you had no idea what - but words would not come. Instead, you rushed forward and pulled him into an urgent embrace. His arms came up to hold you just as tight, just as desperate.
And for the first time in what seemed like forever, you didn’t feel quite so alone.
*
It was a long time before you pulled apart. After, Orlo waved the carriage onward and led you out of the snow, to his rooms where the fire burned brightly in the hearth. There you talked until the candles burned low, until pearly moonlight streamed through the high-arched windows.
And every now and then, you felt yourself smile. A real smile that spread over your face, mind, and soul. You could hardly believe that just hours ago you had tried to run away, that you'd been so blinded by fear and desperation.
Now you’d made some peace with yourself, had at last caught your balance, and nothing could dampen your renewed hope. You were ready to face whatever tomorrow held, with your dearest friends at your side.
At last, the world felt right-side up again.
Almost.
You smoothed out your skirts and took a breath. "I feel I owe an apology for earlier tonight. I didn't want to abandon anyone. I…" You sighed. "I was terrified."
Orlo’s expression held nothing but quiet understanding. "Believe me when I tell you we are all frightened," he said. "We just have different ways of showing it."
You found comfort in those words. You hadn’t realized it before, but you found comfort in a lot of things this bookish, rather sweet fellow did for you. How he’d fretted for you, watched over you, and tried to keep you safe..
His friendship was a gift beyond price. He’d given you someone to turn to in the world.
You took his hand in yours. "You'll do so much good for others."
"We will," he whispered, soft but certain. "Together."
At that moment, the clock on the mantel chimed. It was past midnight. Today was the day, the day Empress Catherine would hold the reins of Russia in her hands.
You couldn’t wait.
"Today is the day." You squeezed his hand, smiling. "The future is bright, Orlo. I can feel it."
His own smile was small but warm. "As can I."
Then he leaned closer, ever so slightly, and there was something a little thrilling shining in his eyes.
"We’ll win."
You nodded, sure of it. "Of course we will."
The moment hung in the air. Then, slowly, his eyes fell to your lips and lingered there. For an eternal fraction of a second, you thought you saw something in his gaze, something ... more.
Then he took your face between his hands and kissed you. Softly, each touch a caress on your lips. You slipped a hand through his night-dark hair, clinging to him, pulling him closer. He melted into you and the kiss deepened, his mouth hot and sweet and giving all at once.
When he pulled away, he had very little breath left. Just a little bit, enough to gasp. "Stay – stay with me tonight."
Your lips lifted in an answering smile. "I think I’m falling in love with you."
Then, before you could take another breath, your lips met again.
And he threw everything in his heart into that kiss.
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The Crossing
Dhawan!Master x Fem!Reader
Summary: You were pregnant when you left the Master, disappearing into the night to escape the midst of your ruined relationship. After a year of raising your baby with the help of the Doctor, the Master finally finds you.
Warnings: Pregnancy, discussion of abusive relationships
A/N: This is very much inspired by @13atoms fic "Aurora" which I've read at least 10 times now, so please go check them out! I will also probably write a part 2 to this, so let me know if you're interested.
You wake up in the early hours to the feeling of something in your mind, dancing around the edges and brushing over your conciousness. You immediately realise what it is and your heart plumets - he's found you.
You had last seen the Master when you were 2 months pregnant.
Originally you had thought that a baby would fix your relationship, whether it was planned or not - and for a month or so, it did. You were both excited, arguments and icey conversations subsided, replaced by a genuine hope and optimism for your future.
But it hadn't lasted.
Slowly, The Master became more possessive than ever before - shrinking people for so much as looking at you, locking you in the TARDIS for weeks on end, refusing to let you beyond the TARDIS safety shields. You knew he was just trying to protect you, but he wouldn't listen to reason and it smothered you. Arguments errupted constantly - it became hard to remember a time when they didn't.
So you had got up and left in the middle of the night, late in your first trimester. You hadn't been exactly sure where you were going, but you knew you needed to get out of there. You loved him, but you weren't completely sure that you were in love with him anymore.
Fate had led you to the Doctor's TARDIS, and that's where you'd been ever since.
She'd raised Missy - that's what you'd named her - with you, even though she was slightly skeptical at first. Anything to do with the Master was dangerous, but his child was a whole other matter. What traits exactly had she inherited? Which of the Master's dangerous characteristics was she going to mimick? So far it seemed to be none, but you knew that the Doctor was wary of her. She was wary of you too - wary of the fact that you still wore the necklace the Master gave you on your first date, wary of the fact that your fingers tapped a four beat rhythm when ever you were stressed.
You were her best friend though, and you were the Mother of one of the last timelords (half-timelord, but still) so she let you hide from him with her.
That's why when you wake up, you can already feel him dancing on the edges of your neglected telepathic link. You'd broken it the day after you'd left with the aid of the Doctor, but the remenents of it still meant you could feel him if he was close.
Missy. You had to get to her - if he found her, you were screwed.
You're up and out of bed in seconds, not a care for the fact that you're only wearing your t-shirt and shorts. You race to her room, only a few doors down the hall and your breath catches when you see that the door's already open.
As predicted, you find the gloomy shadow of the Master already in there, and to your surprise he isn't doing... anything, really. He's simply gazing down at her in her cot, a hand resting on the edge.
He doesn't look like he's changed at all in the year since you'd seen him last. The hair's a bit floppier, and the suit's new, but he's still exactly as you remember him.
He doesn't look up at you as you stand in the doorway, your heart beating out if your chest and your palms sweaty. You felt as though if you moved, it would be like a bull in a china shop, shattering the moment of relative peace.
"I've spent so many months looking for both of you," He finally says quietly. "And here you are, in the Doctor's TARDIS."
You try to ignore the mix of feelings currently mingling in your stomach.
"You can't be here."
"Why not?" He replies. "She's mine as well." His hand reaches into the cot and Missy, curse her, reaches her tiny one up to meet his. You rush forward, snatching her up and backing as far away from him as you can.
"Don't you dare." You hiss.
"Don't try play it off, Y/N," He replies angrily. "She's got two heartbeats and looks just like me. You can't lie on this one."
"She's mine. I was the one who raised her, I was the one who-"
"You didn't exactly give me a choice on the matter!" He almost yells, and you begin to shake. Where was the Doctor? Oh my god, he's going to take my child. "Do you have any idea what it was like for me to wake up that morning and find you gone? I thought you had been taken, but it turned out you had just decided to get up and leave!"
"I needed to!" You shout back, and Missy gurgles against your chest. "I wasn't raising a child there - we weren't working and you know it. You were the problem and I needed to get out before things got worse. I didn't have a choice in whether I took Missy or not!"
"Missy?" He asks, his voice suddenly softer. "That's what you named her?"
"Don't get sentimental. My mum liked the name." You reply. There's a pause before you speak again. "I'm not letting you take her."
"What?" He looks genuinely confused for a second. "That's what you think I'm here for?"
"Well why else would come here if not to take your child back?" You ask, a slight snarkiness creeping into your tone.
He sighs and sits down on the sofa, a hand wiping over his face. "I'm not here to kidnap our daughter, Y/N," He says. "I'm here because I love you, and I want to understand why you left and I wanted to meet my daughter."
It's an effort to stop your jaw from dropping, and you similtaneously feel something break inside you. Cautiously, you move to sit down at the other end of the sofa, settling Missy in your lap.
"I'm not sorry I left you," You say after a minute. "I wish things had worked, but I wasn't happy anymore. You were so over-protective and controlling. You were becoming so violent towards others, I was scared you were going to become violent towards me."
You try not to cry when you see tears well in his eyes.
"Y/N," He says, shuffling slighty closer so he can reach out and take your hand. "I would never hurt you, ever. I got scared because you were pregnant, and I over-reacted but I see that now. But I'm sorry we couldn't make it work, I know it's my fault."
"That doesn't fix it, you know."
"I know, but I want you to know I mean it, even if you hate me."
You let a tiny smile creep onto your face, suddenly feeling much lighter. "I've been picturing this moment ever since I left and I never imagined it going this well."
He smiles back. "I've had a long time to think."
"So have I," You reply. "Do you... do you want to hold her?"
The grin on his face is answer enough, and you lift Missy over, placing him in his lap. She's tired enough not to complain, and stares up at him with big E/C eyes. You can't help the strange warm feeling that flowers in your chest when you see her tiny hand wrap around one of his fingers and his other hand comb through her already messy head of hair. Minutes ago, you had been determined to never let him so much as touch her. It's a sight you'd never thought you'd see - child and father reuinited.
"Hiya," He greets her softly. She stares at him blankly, before looking to you and reaching her arm out. You sigh and pick her up again, moving her back onto your lap. She doesn't let go of the Master's finger though, and you purse your lips.
"She barely knows you yet, she'll take some getting used to you." You tell him when you see his dismayed expression.
"You're planning on keeping me around long enough for her to get used to me?" He asks teasingly, but you can hear the small inkling of hope in his voice.
"It's only fair, isn't it?" You shrug.
"So you want to try again?"
"I want you to try be her father," You correct firmly. "Beyond that, I don't know."
You stand back up, the Master's hand falling away from Missy's and move across the room to settle her back in her cot. As you tuck the sheets in around her and her eyes fall closed, you feel the Master come up behind you, a hand landing on your waist.
"I'm sorry," He murmers next to your ear. "For so much more than you know."
You turn to look at him, and he's the closest he's ever been to you in over a year. Before you can stop yourself, you lean up and press your lips to his, your hand tilting his chin to get a better angle. His own hands are in your hair and on your sides in seconds as he immediately kisses you back. He tastes exactly like he used to.
He allows you to pull away after a few seconds, and he's staring at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the universe. You know you're looking at him the same way - it's nice to know that some things don't change. He tugs you in and you allow yourself to melt into his embrace, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
"I want to let you stay but I can't," You confess into his shirt, and you feel him nod. "Come back in a few days - I need to talk to the Doctor and I need time to think."
"Promise you'll still be here."
You pull away and look up at him.
"I promise," You tell him, and you mean it. "I'm done running."
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The Virgin and the Violinist - Count Orlo x Reader.
My first Count Orlo fic - enjoy. Thanks to @13atoms for proofreading for me. 😊
Warnings - bullying.
Word count- 1686
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You were one of the court’s musicians; a violinist. A position you were grateful to have as it kept you from living your life as a serf. You still couldn't believe how lucky you were; a woman being a part of the Emperor's orchestra. You were sure that when you were caught playing in the forest you were as good as dead. Although you were privileged, you were lesser than the lords and ladies of court because after you had serenaded, you shuffled back to the servant quarters where you could feel hateful glances burning in the back of your skull. It was as if you were in limbo because you did not belong in either world and by playing your music, you were able to walk the thin veil between the two.
Your instrument was precious and the only thing of any value in this wretched hell. No, you mustn't think like that. Your mind tended to drift when your fingers glided over the finger-board of the violin's sleek neck as you tried in vain to drown out the howls and screams of the rowdy court. Why did you bother? It wasn't like they actually listened to you as you played.
You gritted your teeth as you packed away your violin and you prepared yourself to navigate through the drunken nobility. You clutched the instrument case close to your chest as you made a beeline for the door, but your foot suddenly caught on something and you found yourself hurtling to the floor. You closed your eyes and waited for the hard floor to smack you in the face, but it never came. A groan of pain from beneath you caused your eyes to snap open. Yours were met with dark orbs.
It was Count Orlo. Your breath caught in your throat.
Count Orlo had cushioned your fall.
Count Orlo was beneath you.
A chorus of laughter brought you to your senses. You scrambled off him mortified. There was a mass gathering around the both of you. Their bodies acted as walls around you with no way of escape.
Orlo tried to offer a reassuring smile, instead, it formed into a grimace.
You were trying to catch your breath as the collision had knocked the air from your lungs - and the corset you were wearing wasn't helping matters.
Your heavy dress weighed you down as you tried to pull yourself off the floor. This seemed to spring Orlo into action as he hauled himself off the floor and offered you a hand which received cat calls from those around you. He was surprisingly strong and managed to tug you off the floor. The both of you stood frozen as the wall of bodies constricted around you with Lady Svenska as the ring-leader.
"Look what we have here - the violinist and the virgin!" The group erupted in a chorus of laughter as each person took their turn to throw jibes. You bit your lip to try and silence the burning words that sorely wanted to leave your lips, but you knew that you must hold your tongue and take what they threw at you. The price to pay in order to walk along the veil. You were trying so hard to block out their words you failed to notice Orlo had yet to let go of your hand. Your grip tightened when you noticed an opening. It was now or never. With the violin case held close to you in one hand and Orlo in the other you bolted through the opening and ran out the door and into the corridor. Your body turned towards Orlo as you readied an apology, but it died on your lips when you saw the blush that dusted his cheeks. It was then you realised you were still holding his hand. You let go and brought your hand to your chest to try and calm your erratic heartbeat.
"Count Orlo, words cannot express how sorry I am for any distress I may have caused you from my clumsiness."
Orlo swallowed when he heard you use his full title and felt something stir within him.
"There's no need to apologise." He said earnestly as he straightened out his waistcoat to try and hide how shaky his hands had become. "I do not hold you responsible for what happened back there."
You both stood there in silence for a few moments as you both tried to come up with something to say to each other. The shouts of "huzzah" and glass breaking made the both of you jump and stare towards the now-closed door warily.
"Perhaps we should leave." You started.
"Good idea." Orlo opened his mouth to say more but thought better of it. Instead, he gestured for you to follow him. Curiosity guided you as you trailed behind him to the other end of the palace. It was only when he opened the door you realised he had led you to the library. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. A small part of yourself thought you had been led to his apartments. You lingered on the threshold as you debated whether or not to venture inside. Orlo noticed your hesitancy and stumbled over an apology which was enough to coax you inside.
The room was dark and the smell of musk met your nostrils as you fought the urge to sneeze. It was evident that this place was not often frequented as many of the books were covered with dust and cobwebs. The sound of Orlo striking a match caught your attention as you admired his soft features in the candlelight.
"I'm sorry about the mess. I don't tend to see anyone else in here apart from the Empress on occasion." He said as he busied himself with clearing the area around a worn armchair. You took a step closer to him and he instinctively tried to distance himself from you which caused him to knock over a large stack of books.
"Shit." His hands shook as he scrambled to pick them up. You placed your violin case down.
"Here, let me help." You left no room for arguments as the two of you made quick work of the pile of dusty old paperbacks.
"Thank you." The Count said quietly as you placed the books in your hands on top of the pile. You smiled and clasped your hands in front of you as you tried to think of something to say. Your eyes were suddenly drawn to a book on a nearby desk. You walked over and ran your hand over the worn binding.
"You know of Jonathan Swift?" Orlo inquired. Surprise was clear in his voice.
"Why is that such a surprise to you? Do I not look refined enough to know of his work?"
"Oh god no! That is not what I was implying - I can assure you. It's just that I have never met another person who knows and loves him as much as I do."
You took the book in your hands and walked over to him. You held it out to him.
"Gulliver's Travels holds a special place in my heart. Would you possibly read for me?"
Orlo was taken aback by your request, but accepted. Your eyebrows raised as he scurried away and returned with a velvet stool. He placed it down and gestured for you to take a seat on the armchair. You went to protest, but he insisted.
You sat in awe as you listened to him cite the words to you as if they were written to be declarations of love. The emotion that was wrapped in every word and syllable made your heart race.
"That was beautiful." You whispered when he finished. He blushed under your gaze.
"Thank you, but I believe that Mr Swift deserves all the credit."
"Yes, but you filled his words with such life. It was if a symphony was playing in my ears."
"On the subject of symphonies - you played beautifully tonight. It was by far my favourite composition you have played so far."
It was your turn to blush.
"Forgive me, but I did not realise you had been listening to me play so often."
Orlo fiddled with the book on his lap.
"I tend to linger at the back of the room."
You nodded. "It is a wonder you were able to hear me at all. I can barely hear myself think when amongst those animals." You bowed your head. "My apologies for speaking out of term."
Orlo laughed. "Believe me, I have called them far worse things."
"I could play for you now if you like?" Your hands began to sweat as you waited for him to decline your offer.
"That - that would be magnificent." He replied with a grin.
You breathed out a laugh before jumping from your seat and in your hurry, stumbled over your skirts. A hand wrapped around your arm stabilising you.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, quite. Thank you." You became hyper aware of how close he was to you. How warm his hand felt over your clothed arm. How you were so close you could feel his breath tickling your cheek, and how his eyes seemed to glow like fireflies in the low candlelight. You felt yourself leaning closer to him and expected him to pull away, but he didn't. Instead, he seemed to mirror your actions. His lips felt soft on your own as you hesitantly led the kiss. The hand that was on your arm trailed up and came to rest behind your head; the other gripped your waist and pulled you closer as he gained confidence. You gasped when he bit your bottom lip.
He pulled away.
"I'm so sorry - I don't know what came over me - did I hurt you?"
"Quite the opposite." You said trying to catch your breath. "Where on earth did you learn to kiss like that?"
"There's more to learn from books than academics."
"Really? Perhaps you could teach me sometime?"
"How about right now?"
He pulled you back into a searing kiss.
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Dhawan!Master Masterlist
Full Fics:
[Not Even Valentine's Day]- 3/9/2020
[Risky 5 Minutes]- 3/18/2020
[Wait your Turn]- 4/3/2020 + 13th Doctor
[Random Chance]- 4/16/2020
[Safeword]- 4/20/2020
[Can't Run Away]- 4/23/2020
[I'm Not Tired]- 6/8/2020
[Nesting (Part 2)]- 6/24/2020 Cheetah!Master
13atoms fic [Nesting]
[International Cat Day]- 8/9/2020
[Human Custom]- 9/7/2020
[Autumn in a Day]- 10/23/2020
[Cozy Cuddles]- 12/3/2020
[Reassurance]- 10/1/2021
[Multitasking]- 10/3/2021
[Rainy Nights and Takeout From the Man Taken-out]- 12/16/2021
[Safe and Sweet]- 9/4/2022
[Confession]- 12/7/2022
[Hunted Prey]- 12/13/2022
[Fake Dates but Real Fists]- 12/31/2022
Anon/Ask box drabbles:
[teasing you while you are tied to chair]- 6/20/2020
[being left alone in nest angst]- 6/28/2020 Cheetah!Master
[his heat causing you to be aroused]- 6/29/2020 Cheetah!Master
[leaving the fam to join the Master]- 7/1/2020
[asking for advice for a virgin!reader]- 7/1/2020
[wanting to thank the Doctor for giving the Master advice]- 7/11/2020
[trying to purr]- 7/13/2020 Cheetah!Master
[Cheetah!Master claiming you as his]- 8/10/2020
[Stick bugging the Master]- 8/16/2020 (text ‘fic’)
[Admitting to the Master it is your first time as you start to have sex]- 8/18/2020
[Master infatuated with the Doctor’s goth companion]- 9/5/2020
[Worry about the Doctor wanting to “save” you]- 9/6/2020
[Cheetah!Master making sure you smell like him]- 9/14/2020
[Loving the Master even when he admits the crimes he has committed]- 10/4/2020
[Protective and affectionate Master]- 10/11/2020
[Terrified kidnapped companion triggers protective cheetah!master]- 10/15/2020 Cheetah!Master
[Vampire!Dhawan!Master]- 10/31/2020
[Vampire!Dhawan Master part 2]- 11/7/2020
[Vampire!Dhawan!Master part 3]- 11/18/2020
[Cheetah!Reader in heat]- 11/7/2020
[Part 2]- 1/28/2021
[Part 3]- 7/4/2023
[Shoe kink]- 11/18/2020
[Oblivious!Reader]- 11/18/2020
[Shy!Frightened!Reader]- 12/5/2020
[part 2]- 12/5/2020
[Being taught how to kiss]- 12/12/2020
[Mistletoe]- 12/22/2020
[Lonely Reindeer]- 12/25/2020
[Realizing he needs the Doctor’s help, Pregnant!Reader]- 1/28/2021
[Master finds you masturbating]- 1/28/2021
[Hypnosis during childbirth]- 1/28/2021
[Master pushes you away]- 1/28/2021
[Offering to give rough oral]- 1/28/2021
[Asked to strip in front of others]- 2/8/2021
[Bred!Reader kept in bed]- 2/8/2021 Cheetah!Master
[No underwear]- 2/8/2021
[50′s Housewife]- 2/8/2021
[Support human]- 2/8/2021
[Matching clothes]- 2/13/2021
[Asking the Master to be rough in bed]- 2/13/2021
[Hair in the wind]- 2/14/2021
[Office oral with O]- 2/14/2021
[Being taught how to give a blowjob]- 3/14/2021
[Telepathy while at work]- 3/14/2021
[Caught by Cheetah!Master]- 3/14/2021 Cheetah!Master
[Opera Box Smut]- 3/14/2021
[Buying supplies for a nest]- 3/14/2021
[Asking to kiss him]- 4/19/2021
[Finding out together you're pregnant]- 4/19/2021
[A date before going all the way]- 4/19/2021
[Throne room mischief]- 4/25/2021
[Reward and Punishment after gambling]- 6/20/2021
[Overprotective Master and 13th Doctor]- 8/29/2021 +13th Doctor
[Part 2]- 12/5/2021
[Yearning to touch you in your sleep]- 8/15/2021
[Sleepy Hypnosis]- 8/15/2021
[Hiding that you are sick]- 11/21/2021
[Punishment]- 11/29/2021
[Sick from aphrodisiacs]- 12/5/2021
[O reveal and hypnosis]- 1/3/2022
[Playful sleepy hypnosis]- 1/17/2022
[Touch starved]- 1/30/2022
[Pretending to be oblivious Master]- 2/5/2022
[Held for hours]- 4/28/2022
[Alpha Master and Omega Reader]- 4/28/2022
[Master gives you new clothes]- 4/30/2022
[Prank War]- 5/29/2022
[Dating O]- 7/16/2022
[Turned into a Cat]- 9/9/2022
[PDA to annoy the Doctor]- 9/10/2022
[Body Insecurity]- 10/2/2022
Headcanons:
[First heat with Cheetah!Dhawan!Master]- 6/29/2020 Cheetah!Master
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