Rec: Just For You, by okky_who
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Title: Just For You
Author:
okky_who
Pairing: Shalka!Doctor/Shalka!Master (and oh, how easy it was to find again thanks to the new tags)
Warnings: sayeth the author: Shameless smut, of the hurt/comfort variety, and, of course, the very dubious morality that is so essential to this pairing. Is this BDSM? Perhaps :)
Length About 2000 I'd guess
Author's summary: The Doctor receives a special sort of gift from the Master.
Why this must be read: This one is posted on b_e so it's more likely you have read it than usual, but just in case you haven't, or if you'd like to be reminded of it - I rec it now. It's not actually that smutty, but it is very hot - both in that sort of sense, and because our POV character (the Doctor) is incredibly feverish, and everything's a bit jagged and uncertain. Excellent Master and Master's plan that fits perfectly with the Master he is - the one made by the Doctor and now trapped in his TARDIS. A bit creepy and yet extremely caring. He just wanted to look after the Doctor... Cough...
It had been but a few hours since, and the Doctor knew he hadn't even left the TARDIS in something upwards of a week. His TARDIS may not have been in the best working order, but unsterile, she was not. The Doctor tried to concentrate on his knowledge of bacterial and viral infections and suddenly began to wonder how often had he gotten sick before the Master had joined him in the TARDIS. His thoughts were becoming more and more disjointed and difficult to grasp, however; his skin felt on fire, the inside of his throat raw and swollen, his head beginning to ache. When the Master found him, huddled in the bathtub, the water still pelting his hunched form, he was murmuring variations of “on purpose” and “your fault” and “I know you did this.” The Master turned off the water, smiling with just a hint of tooth.
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Pairing: Shalka!Doctor/Shalka!Master (and oh, how easy it was to find again thanks to the new tags)
Warnings: sayeth the author: Shameless smut, of the hurt/comfort variety, and, of course, the very dubious morality that is so essential to this pairing. Is this BDSM? Perhaps :)
Length About 2000 I'd guess
Author's summary: The Doctor receives a special sort of gift from the Master.
Why this must be read: This one is posted on b_e so it's more likely you have read it than usual, but just in case you haven't, or if you'd like to be reminded of it - I rec it now. It's not actually that smutty, but it is very hot - both in that sort of sense, and because our POV character (the Doctor) is incredibly feverish, and everything's a bit jagged and uncertain. Excellent Master and Master's plan that fits perfectly with the Master he is - the one made by the Doctor and now trapped in his TARDIS. A bit creepy and yet extremely caring. He just wanted to look after the Doctor... Cough...
It had been but a few hours since, and the Doctor knew he hadn't even left the TARDIS in something upwards of a week. His TARDIS may not have been in the best working order, but unsterile, she was not. The Doctor tried to concentrate on his knowledge of bacterial and viral infections and suddenly began to wonder how often had he gotten sick before the Master had joined him in the TARDIS. His thoughts were becoming more and more disjointed and difficult to grasp, however; his skin felt on fire, the inside of his throat raw and swollen, his head beginning to ache. When the Master found him, huddled in the bathtub, the water still pelting his hunched form, he was murmuring variations of “on purpose” and “your fault” and “I know you did this.” The Master turned off the water, smiling with just a hint of tooth.
Clicky