Well, it's finally here! And, hopefully, this fic isn't too well known, so you can enjoy something new. Next/final rec will be up tomorrow.
Pairing: Ten/Simm!Master
Length: 2,196
Warnings: Crack, basically.
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian): www.fanfiction.net/u/1794117/The_Winged_Lion_of_CoruscantWhy this must be read: It's fun. Lots and lots of fun. Short and silly, and not really how their relationship would be, realistically. Or at least, not these versions. But then, sometimes you need crack, to read something light and funny, that'll make you giggle. It's slightly sarcastic, and totally irreverent, and some of the imagery (alright, quite a lot of it) will make you laugh out loud. Or at least snort softly. Best for taking a break from angsty/complex/epic fic, and just having a little snicker to yourself. It's also kind of fluffy, in a ridiculous sort of way, and eating sweets (jelly babies!) while reading would probably make a good combination. So yes. Go, read! And don't let the fact that it's on FF.net put you off, because in this case it really shouldn't.
Excerpt: The fourth time, they manage to go for a double whammy: they visit a planet that, according to its parliament, is going to explode in two hours if every single member of the population isn't married by then (the plot of a insane, lovelorn terrorist), and manage both to get themselves married and then marry themselves. Literally: first, they go to a small temple, say the requisite "I do"s (the Master is beginning to have an unfortunate degree of familiarity with wedding oaths), and then run into their past selves (the dandy, who looks delightfully flushed – all that running around trying to figure out what's going on has certainly added to his color – and himself when he was all leers and gloves and an extremely dashing beard (he wonders briefly if he should try re-growing the beard in this regeneration, but ultimately decides against it – the one time he tried, it came in all scruffy and looked more like a Stubble of Evil than a proper Goatee of Evil)) and act as priests for their own wedding. They're careful to disguise themselves so that they don't cause any temporal paradoxes; the Doctor wears a white robe with a cowl and a surprisingly low collar that makes the Master wonder what exactly his neck would taste like if he licked it. Their past selves both look extremely delighted at being married (and are extremely bad at hiding it … if the (in terms of regenerations) younger Doctor continues his stream of Awkward NeckrubsTM any longer, he may rub his neck out of existence, the Master thinks). His version of the Doctor looks extremely lickable. All in all, it is not a terrible day.Link to the story: www.fanfiction.net/s/5861089/1/The_Many_Marriages_of_the_Master