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tvimagines221b · 9 months

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(Enzo St.John x Vampire Reader!)

Summary: When the Reader finds herself reliving the horrors of Augustine Society through the form of Nightmares, Enzo comes to the Reader's side to calm her with a sense of comfort and security.

Warnings: Mentions of experimentation?

MYSTIC FALLS

The nightmares. The neverending nightmares... When the nightmares first appeared, it seemed they may have been a sign of your distress. Which, didn't seem so odd. Given the recent invasion of Lily Salvatore's Heretic Family in Mystic Falls, you had found yourself becoming overwhelmed by the whole ordeal.

But after a while, you noticed the nightmares didn't stop.

They became more frequent and more intense. It was then that you realized, your past traumas were beginning to reawaken. And you didn't know what to do.

You knew your friends already had a lot on their plate with the Heretics. The last thing you wanted was for them to worry about your well-being. So, you kept the nightmares to yourself. Deciding, they were your burden to bear.

Sooner or later, you knew it was only inevitable that someone would discover your secret.

You always thought it would perhaps to Caroline, or Bonnie. They were usually always the first to notice was something was off with you.

Then again, you didn't put it past Damon to snoop around when he thought you were being secretive.

However, it was the one person you actually needed by your side, that was the one to find out.

Enzo.

Enzo had been one of your closest friends. Ever since you met him after being captured by the Augustine Society. How could you ever forget that awful day? What went from a peaceful stroll through the town, became your worst nightmare.

You remembered how awful it was for you.

Being vervained. Dragged and thrown into a cell.

In that cell, was the first time you met Enzo. Who, had seemed to learn Augustine's methods. Right away, he told you all about their experiments. He told you everything you needed to know. Enzo helped you survive those awful years that you felt so hopeless and lost.

And now so many decades later, he was helping you through it all over again...

Cold. Dark. Thirst. As you felt every muscle in your body weakened, all you could think about was your need for blood. More blood. Blood have you strength. Gave you power.

But being deprived of that blood, took away any ability to fight for yourself.

Which made you feel powerless.

Day in, day out was always the same. You sat in your cold, darkened cell. Usually leaned up against the wall. The Doctors gave you your daily blood ration, and you awaited to see if today would be your day to be experimented on.

Augustine had so many Vampires, it resulted in all of you having to take turns.

Sometimes it was days, sometimes it was weeks. Neither of you never knew when it was going to be your turn to be tested.

With hitched breathing, you were leaned against the wall. Just trying so hard to keep going. To keep some strength.

As you laid there, the sound of the cell door creaking open, made your ears perk up.

You turned your head. Entering your cell, were two Augustine Doctors. One of then greeted you with a sinister smile. "You’re up.”

“No! Stay away!” You spat.

The Two Doctors each grabbed one of your arms, lifting you up into your feet. "Come on doll, won't be that bad today."

"No! No! Please!" You tried to fighting them, as they pulled you out of the cell into the hallway. "Please. Please. I don't want to. Please!" You begged.

Your feet dragged against the floor, as they carried you down the hallways.

Eventually, you found yourself in the lab room. It was a long room filled with medical equipment and machinery.

The two Doctors, walked you through the room until they stopped by one of the tables.

Carelessly, they throw you down onto the table.

You laid there, as they tied you down. Both of your arms and your legs were tied down to the table.

The Doctors then pulled out a needle. A needle filled with vervain. Injecting it into your neck to sedate you.

"Please! Please let me go!"

"Now now dear Y/N, we've done this enough times, you know the procedure." One of the doctors husked. "Just a few cuts. Some stitching. We can get your back to your cell, in no time."

You leaned your head up, seeing the door to the room be shut and locked tight.

Tears filled your eyes. Your breathing becoming more and more rapid. You began to panic. You struggled in your restraints. "NO. LET ME GO YOU BASTERDS!" You screamed.

The two Doctors stood on either side of you. Preparing their tools.

You squeezed your eyes shut, tears rolling down your cheeks feeling nothing but fear and despair...

Gasping for air, your eyes shot open and you felt sweat roll down your face. You sat up, running your hands through your hair and letting out a shaky breath. Trying to calm yourself. 'It's just a dream. It's just a dream.' You tried telling yourself.

That's all it was, a dream.

But, that dream had once been your reality. Maybe that's why it was so much more terrifying?

You ran your hands over your face, sighing in frustration as you began to feel your tears well up in your eyes.

Why did you have to dream about that again?

Why couldn't the nightmares just go away? Because you spent decades, trying to forget your past with the Augustine Society.

But it seemed your subconscious couldn't quite let it go.

"Are you alright, love?" A voice called out.

Turning your head, you looked over in the bedroom doorway. Standing there with a mixture of both concern and curiosity on his face, was Enzo. The older vampire narrowed his eyes.

You blinked. "Enzo?"

"Y/N, is everything alright?" Enzo cautiously entered the room. "I heard you screaming out."

You swallowed. You just have been crying out in your sleep, and alerted Enzo. You breathed out. "Y-Yeah." You nodded. "Just a bad dream."

Enzo shakes his head, walking over to your bed. "Just a bad dream?" He paused for a moment. "That didn't seem like just a bad dream to me, love." He could tell it was something more than that. "More like a nightmare"

You looked away from him. Trying to avoid eye contact. "I...don't know."

Enzo huffed. He sat down on the edge of the bed beside you. "The way you're avoiding looking at me is telling me otherwise."

"It's...not important." You lied.

Enzo grabbed your chin, making you look at him. You could see the determination in his eyes. He wasn't going to let it go. "Y/N, holding it back isn't going to do you any good."

You knew he was right about that. Keeping this to yourself any longer, wasn't going to make it go away.

Would keeping it from Enzo really make a difference?

Enzo knew you better than anyone. And if there was one thing you had learned about him over the years, he didn't like seeing you in pain.

He hated to see you suffer.

Sighing, you lowered your head. Maybe if you opened up to someone, there was a chance that you could rid yourself of these awful nightmares. You took a moment, trying to gather your words. Talking about wouldn't be easy. But, you knew Enzo would listen to you and console you. You let out shaky breath. "I've...been having nightmares." You told him.

Enzo titled his head. "Nightmares?"

You nodded your head. "Yes. And... I've been having them almost every night."

Enzo's expression softened. The older vampire looked to you. What could you have possible been having nightmares about?

"What are these nightmares about?" He asked, gently.

You took a deep breath. You knew you had to tell him the truth. No more lies. You didn't want to hide things from him any longer. "Augustine."

Enzo's expression fell. "Augustine?"

You gave him a sad nod of your head. "Yes. And they won't stop... They... They won't go away, Enzo. I...I don't know what to do." You shake your head. "I don't know why I'm having them."

"Y/N darling, I am so sorry." Enzo shakes his head. "I...I didn't realize."

Tears welled in your eyes. "I just want them to go away, Enzo. I just...I just want it to go away."

Enzo looked to you, feeling his heart ache for you. He wanted to do whatever he could to make you feel better. He leaned closer. "Oh darling, don't cry." He brushed his fingers along your cheek.

"You know what I went through. What...we all went through." You told him.

Enzo nodded his head. "Of course I do, love."

A tear rolled down your cheek. "Why? Why does this have to happen now?" There was so much going on in your life already. It was too much to bare.

Enzo took your hand in his. "I don't know, love. I wish I had answer for you."

"Enzo..." You looked to him. "You and Damon were the only reason that I managed to survive that awful place." It was true. Having Damon and Enzo's companionship, helped you get through all of those awful days and nights. Helped you keep on fighting. Helped give you hope. "I...don't know where I would be without you both."

Probably dead, if you were being honest. After all, Damon and Enzo helped you escape their captivity.

You owed them your life.

Enzo kept ahold of your hand. "Listen to me, Y/N. You are strong. You are going to get through this, do you hear me?" He knew that with him by your side, you would overcome it all.

You sat there, as he held your hand. Listening to his voice as he spoke. It seemed so...comforting to you.

Enzo kept his voice calm and steady, trying to keep your mind off of what was bothering you.

And surprisingly, it seemed to work.

You let out a sigh. Closing your eyes, and letting yourself relax a little bit. "Okay." You nodded.

Enzo gave you a reassuring squeeze of your hand. "Don't worry darling. I'll be here by your side I promise."

That you believed was true.

There was no doubt about it. Enzo would never abandon you. He always had your best interest at heart.

And you adored him for it.

"Okay." You nodded again.

Enzo's eyes softened. "Hey, why don't I stay here while you go back to sleep?" Perhaps then, you could feel at ease knowing he was by your side. "I'll stay right here, love. I promise you that."

You sniffled. "You will?"

"Of course, love." Enzo nodded his head. He raised a hand, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. He gave you a smile. "You mean the world to me. You're one of my closest friends, and I wouldn't ever dare let anything happen to you."

You managed a soft smile to return to him. "Thank you, Enzo. For...everything you've ever done for me."

"No need to thank me, love." Enzo tells you.

You let out a shaky breath. You looked to Enzo. Maybe, just maybe if you had someone by your side. It would keep the nightmares away. And maybe, just maybe that someone would be Enzo.

"Okay, I'll try to go back to sleep." You nodded. You laid your head back, then resting it on the pillow.

"As you should." He nods.

"Good night, Enzo." You smiled at him.

Enzo kept his smile. He bend down, giving your forehead a tender, yet comforting kiss. "Goodnight, Love." He caressed your face, before pulling away.

Enzo laid down beside you, pulling the blanket over you.

You relaxed in his presence, feeling much better now that you shared your secret with him.

And soon, you found yourself falling into a calm, and peaceful slumber...

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tvimagines221b · 9 months

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Imagine: Enzo trying to cheer you up after you’ve had a bad day.

As your footsteps echoed throughout the Salvatore House, Enzo St.John couldn’t help but watch as you so obviously seemed to be in some sort of frustration. The older vampire was leaned up against the wall, with his arms crossed over his chest. “Well, you certainly seem to be in a not so happy mood.” Enzo pointed out. Enzo had known your frustration very well. So, he knew how incredible impulsive your anger could make you sometimes. But given he was one of your oldest friends, he also knew how to cheer you up. “What’s the matter with you, love?” He asked.

You stopped in the living room, but turned to face him. And that’s when he saw the blood on your face, and your shirt. “Not now, Enzo.” You told him. “Not in the mood.”

Enzo uncrossed his arms, walking over to you. “Y/N, no need to be hostile.”

“Oh, I’m sorry given I was just thrown around like a damn rag doll by Mary-Louise and Nora, I think that I have every right to be pissed off.” You stared at him. The rage evident in your gaze.

Enzo nods. “Ah I see, the new kids aren’t playing nicely.” He sighed. “Calm down, love.” His expression and voice went soft. He placed his hands on your shoulders, looking into your gaze. “Why don’t you go and get yourself cleaned up, and I’ll make you a nice hot cup of tea? Then we can watch one of those silly movies that you like?” He smiled softly.

You let out a deep breath, looking up at Enzo. That did sound nice. Besides, with all of this Heretic mess going on, you hadn’t much time to spent with Enzo. “I…guess that sounds nice.” You told him.

Enzo kept his smile. “I’ll stay here with you, okay? I know you need someone to cheer you up.” Enzo leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And I would be happy to be that someone.”

You smiled. “Thank you, Enzo.”

“Of course, love.”

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tvimagines221b · 11 months

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Being a Young Vampire and Enzo being like your older brother would include:

It all started in the 1950’s. You had been a young vampire, wondering your way across the world. You spent your immortal life living it to the fullest. Doing all of the things that you wanted to do and even more. But one awful night, it all changed when you were captured and imprisoned by the Augustine Society. The Augustine Society was where you met your cell mate, Lorenzo St John, or Enzo. It is also where you met Damon Salvatore.

Over the years in captivity, you and Enzo learned to become friends. And the older vampire had become quite attached you. Both of you forming a sibling like relationship.

Being the older one, Enzo always strives to give you the best advice he possibly can.

Enzo being extremely overprotective of you. “Y/N, I care about you. And no matter what, I will always look after you.”

Being called: “Love”, “Kid”, “My Dear” by him.

When you’re sad or scared, Enzo let’s you hug him, and he would hug you too. He always runs your back, and caresses your hair while trying to give you some encouraging and reassuring words. “It’s going to be alright love, you’re going to pull through this.”

Enzo likes to kiss your forehead, his way of showing his affection and care for you

You defending him when everyone wants to distrust him. “Enzo is not the villain here. He is my friend, like a brother to me. And I will protect him.”

In the end, Enzo will always be grateful for having met you. You helped his get through some very difficult times, and even though he can’t necessarily admit it he loves you more than you can ever imagine.

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Imagine: Sara Lance helping you escape Bishop, and taking you in, and her telling you that you can start a new life with The Legends.

Being stuck on that god-awful alien planet, with that psychopath, Bishop, was hell enough. But what made things so much worse for you were the experiments. The experiments and tests he would run on you. He always would tell you that you were meant for the greater good. That you would be aiding him in saving the human race. But with him, it was always one lie after another. You spent months locked in his lab. Day after day, in misery. Until one day you finally escaped. Thanks to a group of time travelers known as The Legends. Their Captain, Sara Lance had taken you in. And, you had been with them ever since escaping that planet.

Letting out a shaky breath, you were sitting on the stairs in the console room. But you weren't alone. Sara joined you.

Sara looked over at you. "Hey... Everything is going to be okay. You're safe now. Bishop can't hurt you anymore."

You looked at her. "Yeah..."

Sara Lance placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, listen to me. I know you went through a lot back there. A lot more than I did. But you don't have to be scared anymore. Bishop is gone. You're safe... And, this team, we're going to look after you, okay?" Her expression softened.

You let out a shaky breath. " I just don't want to be alone anymore."

"You're not alone anymore," Sara said, gently squeezing your shoulder. "This team is a family. And you are a part of this family now. You have a second chance. A chance to start a new life. With us, if you so choose. You are a Legend now." She smiled.

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Eobard Thawne x Teen Reader

Summary: Coming from the 22nd century, Y/N is a young speedster who is an intelligent high school student. But Y/Ns life is suddenly turned upside down when her teacher, and mentor Eobard Thawne pulls her into a conquest to retrieve The Sphere of Destiny. While assisting Thawne, Y/N begins to comfort Thawne about his sudden disappearance. Will Thawne tell her the truth? Will he keep secrets from her?

(SET DURING S2 EP10 “Legion of Doom” OF DC’S LEGENDS OF TOMORROW!)

The Vanishing Point

An awkward silence drifted throughout The Vanishing Point as you stood in the middle of the room, both of your arms crossed over your chest. Part of you didn’t want to move an inch. Perhaps it was the mere fact you were in a room full of complete strangers, all but the blonde-haired man who was a familiar face. Eobard Thawne. Not only a speedster, but your mentor and a good friend. You shifted in your position. The lingering stares from the two other men in the room, Damien Darhk and Malcolm Meryln left you feeling uncomfortable. “Eobard… Care to explain the child standing in the middle of the room?” Damien raised a questioning eyebrow. You looked between the two other gentlemen. Guess they hadn’t quite been informed that of tour presence yet. Malcolm nodded his head as well. “Yes. Because I’m not quite understanding who she is or why she’s here when she clearly doesn’t belong.” He quipped.

Eobard was quick to pick up your nervousness. “Gentlemen…” He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You’ll want to treat this young lady right here with the uttermost respect.”

“Why is that?” Malcolm quizzed.

“Gentlemen, meet Y/N L/N.” Eobard told them. “She’s an intelligent young woman, who happens to also be a speedster like myself. And, she is here because she is going to aid us in our mission of retrieving The Sphere of Destiny.”Eobard gently squeezed your shoulder, before letting go. It wasn't easy for you to remain still; especially when you had never met these people before. But, there was no reason to show any more fear or uncertainty than necessary. So, you took a deep breath, and straightened your back. “Hello…” You spoke, quietly.

“This is your plan?” Malcolm scoffed. “A teenage girl with super speed?” He seemed disgruntled.

"I assure you.” Eobard assured him. "My time spent with her has proven to me she's exactly what we need." Eobard seemed confident.

“Which comes to my question…” Damien stepped forward as well. “How do you know this girl?” You crossed your arms over your chest. While you were open to speak as well, you just didn’t think the time was right. “All you need to know is she’s my student. And I’ve been training her in how to properly use her ability’s.” Eobard replied, simply.

“Training?” Damien blinked.

“Which in other words means, she’s useless.” Malcolm retorted. “She doesn’t know her full potential, which means she’s more vulnerable.” You felt a string pull at your heart. You looked down, hurt by the man’s words.

“Malcolm does a point, Eobard. Your underling can’t be relied upon. She knows nothing about the abilities she possesses. It would be unwise to to bring her into this if she’s not capable.” Damien argued. He knew that they needed someone who could help. Someone powerful enough.

You looked up to see the three men staring at each other. It was understandable if they seemed hesitant about this. But although you were still learning about your abilities, you knew you would be fully capable of what little of your powers you knew to aid them on their mission. They just needed time for you to prove it to them. And you were sure that Eobard would do his best to try and help them see that.

“Gentlemen, I know you have your doubts about her.” Eobard replied. “But I assure you. She is a speedster. She can learn quickly. If you give her the opportunity, she will prove herself to be a valuable asset.”And as her teacher, I will not let her fail.”

“I can’t believe I’m listening to this.” Malcolm scoffed. He shakes his head. With that, the archer didn’t hesitate to leave the room.

Damien stepped closer to Eobard. “You can’t blame him, Eobard. Bringing a kid into this isn’t your smartest idea. Just think about it. I’ll leave you and the girl to talk.” Damien nodded his head, before he too decided to leave.

That left you and Eobard.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Eobard rubbed his forehead. “They really itch my nerves.”

You frowned. You could tell that Eobard was extremely stressed out about the situation. You looked down. “Eobard… I’m sorry that your partners are hesitate to trust you bringing me along.“ You looked back up, your gaze meeting with the speedsters. “But… Maybe it’s just going to take them some time? I mean, don’t you remember how hesitate you were at first about teaching me how to use my speed?” You tried to remind him. Hoping he’d get your point. Eobard looked at you. He paused for a moment, but soon nodded his head. Remembering back to a time so long ago, when the two of you had first met. “Yes…” He muttered. “I was so unsure. I didn’t think you would be capable of handling that kind of power. But… In time, you showed me how strong you were.”

“Then maybe they just need time.” You told him. “Time to see my strength. Right?” You gave him a soft expression to reassure him.

Eobard let out another sigh. He seemed to understand what you were getting out. Yes. Maybe that’s what they needed? Time. Time to get to know you. To see your potential the same way that they did. “I guess, Kiddo.” Eobard replied. “But as much as I’d like them to, they’re very arrogant. It’s hard to get them to agree with anything I say.”

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “Arrogant? Geez, that totally doesn’t remind me of someone I know.”

Eobard gave you a quizzical look. “Oh really?”

You shrugged your shoulder lightly. Now seeming to be more comfortable now that it was just you and him. “He’s not that bad though. In fact, he’s a pretty good teacher.” This time, your smile was more genuine. Eobard couldn’t help but manage a faint, but also genuine smile. He always appreciated your compliments. They boosted his ego.

Eobard chuckled. “Well I’m glad you think so.” He walked over to you. You never broke his gaze.

“Try not to stress yourself out too much, okay?” You plead. You knew how Eobard got when he was stressed out and angry. Eobard huffed, stopping within arms length of you. “Y/N…” He began. He placed his hands on the sides of your arms, looking down at you. “You should know my associates aren’t the most…”

“Understandable?” You added.

Eobard nodded. He tilted his head slightly. His bright blue eyes focused on you. “Yes. That’s a good way of putting it.”

“Eobard, it’s okay.” You reassured. “I’m not a little kid that needs to be hovered over. I can handle myself. I understand that my trust must be earned. And I’ll do whatever I can to ensure it is.” You wanted him to know that you would put all of your effort into this mission. “You should know better than anyone that I don’t give up so easily.”

Eobard knew that you had the heart of a fighter. Which is why he couldn’t think of anyone else better to help aid him in this mission. But… Sometimes, that did worry him. Often, he worried that your courage and bravery would be what got you hurt. Or worse, killed. But of course, he could never gather the courage himself to tell you that. Instead, he found subtle and simple ways to express his worries, hoping that one day you might notice. “Of course, I know that Y/N. But I just worry my associates might not hesitate if they see you aren’t fit for this.” Eobard told you. “I just want you to be careful around them. Okay?” His expression softened.

“Of course.” You nodded.

“But I don’t want you to feel frightened by them or intimated for that matter.” Eobard told you. Because he wouldn’t dare let them harm you. “I assure you, I will ensure they treat you kindly.” He reassured you.

You smiled softly. There was something about Eobard that made you feel safe. And even though he was a very powerful speedster, he also possessed a very gentle side to him. That was something you appreciated and admired about him. And over the years, you had caught on to how protective Eobard had become of you. Eobard treated you much like a daughter. He cared deeply for you. And you would do everything in your power to make sure that you wouldn’t disappoint him.

“Oh don’t worry, Damien and Malcolm don’t frighten me.” You remarked. In fact, there wasn’t much that could scare you.

Eobard chuckled. “Didn’t think they would.”

“I’m tougher than I look.” You smirked.

Suddenly, Eobard’s watch pinged, and he looked down at he. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he looked up at you. “Sorry Y/N, but I must be going. It’s urgent.” You looked at him, and nodded. Understanding that he had to go, and to let him know it was okay. “But no worries, I’ll be back before you know it.” He gently gave your shoulder a nudge, before disappearing in a flash of red lighting.

Time seemed to pass entirely…oddly in The Vanishing Point. In fact, you had been unable to determine how long it had been since Eobard had left to attend his business. Sitting on a table, you swing your legs back and forth. As a Speedster, you were used to being able to run about wherever you wanted, and however long you wanted. So you weren’t used to sitting around and doing nothing. Though, you supposed you shouldn’t take the peace for granted. It was nice to have a moment where your mind wasn’t racing with thoughts and feelings. Although, the more that you sat there. The more you felt like things just weren't quite right. It was a bad feeling. While yes being in The Vanishing Point all alone was very creepy, this feeling was completely separate from that. Hopping off of the table, you felt compelled to explore your surroundings. To become more familiar with them.

It was unclear, when Eobard would return from his duties. So might as well make the most of your time, right?

As you were exploring the Vanishing Point, you had stumbled upon a room. A darkened one. As you entered the room, your footsteps had made an echoing noise.

“Hello?! Who’s there?” A frantic voice called.

You stopped in your tracks. The voice, was completely unfamiliar to you. It wasn’t Eobard, nor was it Damien or Malcolm. It was a man, that was for sure. “Hello?” You called out.

You stepped forwards, and as you had gotten farther into the room, your eyes laid on a man. The voice you heard.

Sitting in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, was a man. Your eyes grew. What the hell?

“Please. Please, whoever you are. Don’t-Don’t come near me!” He shouted. You slowly, and cautiously walked over to the man. Who was this man? Why was he here? Tied up. It was clear that the man was extremely frightened. So you had to do your best to try and call him down.

“Hey-it’s…it’s okay.” You stopped in front of him. “I won’t hurt you.”

The man looked you up and down. “You…you’re just a kid.” He muttered. He shakes his head. “Please. Please. Help me. Let me out of here.”

His eyes. You could see the fear and panic in them. This man was terrified for his life. He seemed so desperate to escape. You swallowed. At first, you were hesitant. Why was this man even here in the first place? Was he dangerous? You didn’t know.

“I-“ You began. “Who are you? What happened?”

“My name is Phil. I’m-I’m a director. I was kidnapped by these two crazy dudes!” The man tried to explain. “Please. Please, you gotta let me out man. You have to free me and get me out of here. I think they’re going to torture me or even kill me.”

Torture? Kill?

Eobard didn’t have any part in this did he? Oh you hoped he didn’t.

“Who? Who kidnapped you?” You asked.

“These two dudes. They had these weird guns.” Phil replied. “Kept talking about some Sphere. I don’t know about any Sphere.” He told you.

The Sphere of Destiny?

Was he talking about Malcom and Damien? They kidnapped this man? Why? What did he have to do with any of this. You let out a shaky breath. “You mean, The Sphere of Destiny? Is that what they were asking about?”

Phil nodded. “Yes yes. They kept saying I’m some guy named Rip Hunter. Man. He’s a character from my movie!”

Rip Hunter?

Rip Hunter was a Time-Master, from the 22nd century.

“Rip Hunter?” You quizzed. You took a second glance at him. Really getting a good look at him. His hair and beard were longer. His clothes seemed normal, but the way he spoke. Completely opposite of someone from London. But it was him. It was definitely him. This was Rip Hunter. “What I don’t understand. What happened to you?”

“What?” Rip quizzed. He then shakes his head. “No no. You don’t understand. I am NOT Rip Hunter. I am Phil!” He looked at you, his eyes grew. “Wait. Wait. Is this some sort of test. Oh god. Are you with them?” He seemed to panic.

“Yes.” You answered. “Wait-no I mean… Yes. I’m with them. But…” But you didn’t know about this. “But I had no idea about this.”

“Look, can you just please let me go?” Rip plead. “Just let me go, and I’ll be on my way. I swear. I won’t press charges.”

Your expression softened. This wasn’t supposed to be Rip Hunter. But something wasn’t right. It was like he didn’t even remember who he was. Regardless, you could never deny someone asking for help. “Okay okay. Calm down? I’ll let you out.” You reached down, to untie his bonds.

Rip nodded his head and let out sigh of relief. “Thank you. Thank you.”

Your mind began to race.

Why would they kidnap Rip Hunter?

Why can he not remember who he is?

Well, it seemed that your instincts were right. That things had felt very off. You continued to untie Rip’s bonds, when suddenly you felt a burning sensation in your hands. “OW.” You yelped, letting go of the rope and stepping backwards. What was that?

Rip’s eyes grew wide. “What are you doing?” He shakes his head. “Why did you stop? Keep going! You have got to get me out.”

“I’m afraid she won’t be doing that.” A grim voice came from behind.

Your head turned, and you looked over to see Damien Darhk. The older gentleman gave a smug smirk, as he began to walk in your direction. You held your hand, which still had that burning sensation. “You...”

“It seems the little bird has flown too far away from its nest.” Damien said. Though, he would narrow his eyes at you. “Now, what are you doing snooping around in places you shouldn't?”

You shake your head. “Why does Eobard have Rip Hunter locked up here?”

Damien Darhk simply shrugged his shoulders. “Captain Hunter, is here because he has information regarding on the whereabouts of the rest of the Sphere of Destiny.” He took a step towards you.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” You stared. “Why is he being kept a prisoner?”

“Well you see Y/N, this is what we like to call an interrogation. I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept of good cop, and bad cop.” He replied. “Captain Hunter has been keeping this said information from us, and this is the only way to get him to cooperate.”

“By torturing him?” You scoffed.

“Torture is...a last resort.” Damien told you.

“What about...what about the fact he doesn't remember who he is?” You knew that Damien Darhk and Malcolm Meryln couldn’t be good people, and this seemed to prove that theory. Kidnapping. Torture. These were the ways of villain's. “What did you do to him?”

“See that’s the thing.” Damien chuckled. “Captain Hunter’s memory loss was entirely his doing. His sad attempt of keeping the Sphere’s whereabouts from us.”

“I...I don’t understand...” You looked away.

“If you’re so eager to ask so many questions, then you may want to start with seeking out your mentor.” Damien said. You looked back up at him.

“Eobard?” You quizzed.

Damien nodded his head. “Eobard is the head of this operation.”

So this was Eobard’s idea? To kidnap and torture Rip Hunter? You swallowed. That idea made you feel a pit in your stomach. Why? Why would Eobard ever want to do something so awful?

“So this is his idea?” You asked.

“Mostly, yes.” Damien told you. “Malcolm and I were just pulled along the way.”

“Hey! Hey! I’m still here!” Rip shouted. He looked between the two of you. “Look man I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but let me go!”

Damien Darhk looked to Rip Hunter, and stared daggers into his gaze. “It’s incredibly rude of you to interrupt our conversation.” He then looked back at you. Damien could tell that this had all come to a shock to you. That you hadn’t expected it. Which made sense to him. He reckoned Eobard would keep his wicked ways from his underling. “Look… I can tell this is all a shock to you. May I suggest, maybe confronting Eobard about it?”

“Confront him?” You shake your head. Would he even open up to you, or would he deny it?

“Yes. Because I’m sure if you pushed it enough, he would have choice but to open up to you.” Damien Darhk walked over to where Rip was sitting. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some interrogating to do.”

It was more of a demand, then a suggest.

So, you gave Damien Darhk a nod, before flashing off in search of Eobard.

With your mind racing with thoughts, you continued throughout the Vanishing Point. This didn’t seem like it should be a reality. And it certainly didn’t make any sense! Why would Eobard want to keep something like this from you? Why would he kidnap Rip Hunter? As you entered the man area, you gaze landed on that of Eobard Thawne. The older speedster was sitting at a computer, and appeared to be doing some sort of work. But of course at the sound of the echoing footsteps, his head turned. To look at you as you had entered the room. A smile graced his features. “Hello, Y/N.” He greeted. He let out a sigh, before standing up from the computer. “I told you I wouldn’t back, didn’t I?” He gave a little smirk. Eobard walked out from behind from the desk.

You stopped halfway towards him.

“Yeah…you did.” You replied.

Eobard narrowed his eyes. “Is everything alright?”

At first, you were hesitant to answer. You knew you could pretend like things were fine. But what would be the point? So Eobard could keep being so secretive? So, instead you chose to be straightforward and blunt. “I don’t know… Pretty shocked by the fact that a version of Rip Hunter who doesn’t know who he is, is locked up in the other room.”

This caught Eobard completely off guard. He let out a chuckle. “I’m sorry?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, and huffed. “When you asked me to help you find the Sphere of Destiny, I didn’t think it would involve kidnapping and torture.”

Eobard went silent for a moment. It seemed he was debating if he even wanted to reply. But after a moment, he lets out a sigh. “Captain Hunter is not in his right mind right now. He has no true idea of his identity. I merely pushed Damien and Malcolm to ensure that Mr.Hunter wouldn’t become a danger to himself or others.”

That was his excuse?

“I get that but…” You shake your head. “Damien said he rid himself of his memories to keep you all from discovering where the Sphere of Destiny was.” You swallowed.

“Yes, he did.” Eobard nodded.

“But that implies he knows something I don’t.” You replied. It suggested that allowing Eobard and his associates to have the Sphere of Destiny in their possession, was dangerous. That it couldn’t be. Why? Why would it be dangerous?

They wanted to retrieve the Sphere so it could become a treasured artifact. How was that dangerous l?

Eobard shrugged his shoulders. “Mr.Hunter is a Time-Master. Well, more a former one anyways. I’m sure he thought that keeping anyone from knowing where the Sphere was, was the best way to protect history.”

“Eobard..” Your voice became lower.

Eobard raised an eyebrow. “Y/N, please. If you are worried about Captain Hunter’s well-being, then I have no problem ensuring Mr.Darhk, and Mr.Meryln use more…ethical ways of persuading him.”

“That’s not just it, Eobard.” You told him.

Not only, did you feel that Eobard was keeping more than one just secret from you but…but you couldn’t quite explain his behavior. One day, you and Eobard were in the lab. He was going on about how ecstatic he was to present himself to the world. To show them that he too could be a hero, just as the man and hero he admired. The Flash. The next, Eobard Thawne was gone. He had left a note to you, saying he had something important to tend to. That he would be: Back in a Flash. But… But he was gone, for an entire year. No calls. No texts. Nothing. Where did he go in all of that time? What was he doing? You were so desperate to know now.

A frown now graced Eobard’s features. “Then what is it?” He placed a hand on your shoulder. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

Letting out a shaky breath, you straightened your posture. “Eobard, you left. You left and you were gone for an entire year.”

Eobard looked down at you. “Yeah…Yeah I was.”

“An entire year.” You repeated. But this time, hurt was in your voice. “All you left me was a note. No calls or texts. No indication of where you were or why you were gone for so long.”

Eobard sighed. He could tell by that look in your eyes, that this was going to be a very long and complicated conversation. One that you weren’t going to let go of so easily. He knew you well enough to know that.

“I know and…” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Eobard Thawne was your mentor. Your friend. In a way, he was like a father to you, and he just up and leaves you?

“Sorry?” You scoffed. “Is that all you can say…”

Eobard Thawne knew that this conversation would be a very complicated one. One that he would have to help her understand. He knew in his heart, he couldn’t lie to her. He had to tell her the truth. The only issue with that, was that Eobard knew what that truth would do to her. Y/N looked up to him. She admired him. The same way he once admired The Flash. He saw the good parts of him. Completely unaware of the bad parts. The parts that were merciless and ruthless. He didn’t really want to have this conversation with her. But he knew that she wouldn’t stop pushing, until he did eventually her the truth.

Eobard sighed. “No of course not I-“ He let go of her shoulder. “I just…don’t know where to start with this.”

“Maybe with where you went?” You quizzed. You crossed your arms over your chest. What kind of business had been so important he had to abandon her?

“Right.” He cleared his throat.

You knew that Eobard had tended to be secretive with her about things. And in the past, you didn’t ever want to push him about them. But this time, this time you had to. “What could’ve been so important that you couldn’t tell me?“ You shake your head.

Eobard tensed. But he knew he had to tell her. “Okay okay.” He sighed. “I did leave you, yes. But, I left with the intention of coming back. I never meant to leave you hanging. I’m sorry I couldn’t contact you.”

“Couldn’t, or wouldn’t?” You remarked.

“I wanted to contact you.” Eobard told you. “I promise, I did. But don’t things happened. And for months I left unable to reach you.”

“Where were you, Eo?” You uncrossed your arms. All of that time, you had felt so alone. While yeah, you still had your family and friends. But you and Eobard had always shared a profound bond.

“I…I traveled through time.” Eobard huffed.

Your eyes grew wide. He traveled through time? Why? Where did he go? “What? Why? Where did you travel to?”

“The year 2000.” Eobard looked down. “I uh, I went there to um…to see The Flash.”

The Flash? You tried to search your mind for answers. You knew that Eobard Thawne had admired The Flash. And perhaps yes, you did too. The Flash was a great hero, that would he remembered for centuries.

“The Flash?” You replied. “I don’t understand.” You shake your head. “Why would travel so far just to see The Flash? And if I’m not mistaken, that’s years before The Flash even came to be. He would’ve been young then.”

Eobard nodded. That you had been right about. Barry Allen, had just been a child. 11 years old. “Yes, that you are right about.”

“Eobard, you aren’t making sense!” You protested. What sense did it make that Eobard would travel all the way through time, to see The Flash before he came to be?

Eobard nodded. “I know. But… It will make sense.” He let out another sigh. “I didn’t just travel back in time to visit The Flash. I…” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I traveled back in time to kill him.”

Kill him? What?

Now he really wasn’t making any sense! This was absurd! Now, you were believing that he was starting to make things up.

“Kill him?” You scoffed. “Okay. Eobard, that’s not funny. That’s absurd. Why can’t you just tell me the truth? Instead of making up stories!”

“It’s not a story.” Eobard shakes his head. He looked back up to you.

“It has to be.” You remarked. Right? The Flash was his idol. The man who inspired him to even give himself super-speed in the first place. What sense did it make that he would want to kill his hero?

“It isn’t, I’m afraid.” Eobard said.

You looked at Eobard. And suddenly, you saw no sign of deception. Like he was actually being truthful.

“So you traveled back in time in kill the same man you idolize?” You shake your head. “No. No Eobard, stop. This is…this is crazy. Why would you want to kill The Flash? He’s your idol. He’s the very reason you even gave yourself super-speed in the first place! You’re not making sense!”Tears welled in your eyes. “Eobard, please. Just tell me the truth. Okay? I…I don’t get mad. I promise. Just tell me the truth.” You plead.

Eobard placed his hands on your shoulders. “I am telling you the truth but…” He breathed out. “But there is more to it. You’re right. The Flash is the very reason I gave myself super-speed. I idolized him. I’ve spent my whole life wanting to be like him. And when I finally did become like him, fast, well…I wanted to not just be like The Flash.” He sighed. “I wanted to be The Flash.” You tensed up, but kept your gaze on him. “And I was so close, Y/N. So close to presenting myself to the world. Showing them that I could be the hero that they needed. I could be The Flash.” His gaze darted downwards. “Then The Flash showed up. And what did he do? Stole my glory. Stole my crowd.” He clenched his jaw. “Then…then he saved the crowd. The crowd I was meant to impress. He stole everything from me.”

You listened to him. “So, he did his job? What…why want to kill him?”

Eobard looked back up. “The Flash took everything from me, Y/N. He took my chance of being a hero. Of being him. And to make matters worse, I learned… I learned that not only wouldn’t I never be The Flash, but I would destined to be his enemy.”

His enemy? “Enemy?” Eobard was suggesting that he was meant to be some sort of villain. No. No they couldn’t be! Eobard wasn’t a villain! He was your friend. Your mentor. “What? Eobard, that’s insane. You’re not…you’re not a bad guy…”

“Oh Y/N…” Eobard kept his hands on your shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for misleading about the kind of man I am…”

“What? No…I…I don’t understand…” You stared

“I am not a hero, like The Flash. I am not full of light and love. But I am the complete opposite, I am the reverse of everything he is.” Eobard told you. “I am full of darkness and rage. And I wanted to kill The Flash, because I hate him for what he did. I hate him, so much, Y/N. I’ve spent my entire life devoted to ruining his. I even went as far as killing his mother just to make him suffer.”

You felt your stomach drop. Suddenly, everything had chanted for you.

The man who had taught you everything you knew about your speed, wasn’t a hero. He was a villain. The very thing you had been training to stop.

Eobard Thawne was a murderer. A super-villain.

Did that mean that everything he had ever taught you meant nothing now?

Does it mean everything has been a whole lie this entire time? Did he even care about you? You didn’t know.

Everything was a lie.

Everything you thought, and knew about Eobard was all a lie.

“No. No. No.” You shake your head. “No.” You felt as if your heart was being tucked at it. A tear slipped down your cheek.

“Y/N-“ Eobard began.

Feeling your breaths becoming more shaky, you stepped back, forcing Eobard to let go of your shoulders. “No! Stay away!” You gritted your teeth. “Stay away from me!”

Eobard Thawne frowned. He could see. The heartbreak and sadness, the feeling of betrayal in your eyes. It made him feel a pang of hurt in his chest. He never meant for this. He never meant to lie to you. He never wanted to.

Eobard had just spent so much time with her, that it made it hard for him to want to tell you.

He wanted you to be happy.

He wanted you to trust him, and to admire him the way you did. Not be afraid of him. Or hate him.

“Y/N, I am sorry for lying to you.” Eobard began. “I never meant to. I never wanted to. It’s just…” He shakes his head. “I didn’t want to hurt you or scare you. I wanted you to be happy.”

“You’re a monster! And a liar!” You shouted. You felt the tears escaping your eyes and down your cheeks.

You trusted him.

Eobard Thawne was your mentor. Your friend. Someone you looked up to you and believed in. Someone that you found yourself telling things that you didn’t tell others.

And he lied to you. Deceived you.

“You abandoned me!” You felt this overwhelming feeling of anger and rage. “You lied to me! And now you only brought me here to make me do something awful, didn’t you?”

“No. No of course not.” Eobard reassured. “I would never make you do anything bad.”

You scoffed. “Why should I listen to you?” After all, you should just run. Run away, and never turn your back. Because that’s how you were feeling. You never wanted to see him again. You never wanted to speak to him again.

“Because I only want what’s best for you.” Eobard told you.

‘I only want what’s best for you.’

Words you had heard time and time again from him. Before, you always thought it was sweet that he was looking out for you. But how, they meant nothing.

Nothing.

“If that were true, you would have never brought yourself into my life!” You exclaimed. “You would have stayed away.”

Eobard Thawne expected this. He knew that you would hate him. Even be afraid of him for lying to you. He knew that since he had first met you.

It’s why he tried to cherish every moment he had with you.

Because he knew the day would come where he may never see you again.

“Y/N, I only wanted to help you.” Eobard said. When he first met you, you were a young speedster who hardly understood your powers. Spiraling out of control all of the time. Then one day, you met him. And you promised to teach you how to harness your abilities. Train you, help you reach your full potential.

And you did.

And he had never felt more proud knowing he was the one who helped you. He was the one who shaped you into the hero you were.

You had watched you grow in so many ways. And over time, he began feeling an overwhelming need to protect you. Which, wasn’t in his nature. To want to care for someone besides himself. But you… You had reached to his humanity. The part of him who could feel, and care.

Even…love.

You showed him what it was like to be a father. To have someone to care for.

Eobard knew he could never have a family of his own. Not with the things he had done, and the person he was. So, it meant a lot for him to get this chance with you.

“You lied to me! You talk of helping me, but all you’ve done is hurt me.” You croaked. “You took my trust! You betrayed me! You’re right. You are the villain.” You shake your head. “You will never be The Flash. You will always be the reverse.”

He knew that. He would always be the Flashes greatest enemy. But he never wanted him to become yours.

“And I know that.” Eobard said. He took a step towards you. “I’ve always know The Flash and I would be rivals. And I finally accepted it. Embraced it. But Y/N, I never wanted to be your enemy. I only wanted to be your teacher. Your friend.”

You began to hyperventilate. “No. No. You shut up! You shut up! I hate you! Do you hear me? I hate you!”

Those words reached his heart. Because he felt it ache.

“I know…” He nodded. “I know…”

“We’re done.” You told him. Done with everything. The lessons. The training. The friendship. Over. There was nothing he could say or do to fix this. Nothing. “Do you hear me? I’m going to leave and I never want to see you again.”

Eobard gave a sad nod. He could understand that. And what was he supposed to do? Argue. Because he knew it wasn’t a fight he would win.

But you knew what he could do?

Finally tell you how he felt. How you mattered to him.

“And I won’t argue with you.” Eobard replied. You had every right to want to him and he knew that. “I’m not going to fight you. I’m not going to hurt. You….you can go…and….and you never have to see me again.” He sighed, but tried to gather his words. “But Y/N, if you’re going to go then well…I suppose I should tell you, shouldn’t I?”

“Tell me what?” You hissed.

“Y/N… I care about you.” He told you. “I always have. Even if you may hate me or be afraid of me, you need to know that. I have always cared for you in many ways. You have always mattered to me.”

What was this?

More lies? More deception? In your heart, you knew you should go. Leave him behind.

But instead, you stayed. Not knowing why you wanted to listen.

“From the beginning I have always felt the responsibility to look after you, and protect you.” Eobard confessed. “And…and I just never expected this.” He huffed. “I never expected the opportunity to be proud of someone. To see someone grow in so many ways and become successful.”

What?

“Why are you telling me this, huh?” You stared at him. Rage in your eyes.

“Because if you’re going to go, you need to know that. That I am proud of how far you have come. How much you have grown.” Eobard slowly inched closer to. He placed his hands on the sides of your arms. Though, instead of flinching, you froze. Unable to bring yourself to move. “I am proud of you, Y/N. And…” He looked down at you. “You have given me the chance to know what it feels like to be a father. To love someone more than you can ever imagine. To raise someone knowing they’ll be better then you ever were and being okay with that.”

No. No.

You couldn’t be hearing this, right. This had to be a lie, right?

Was Eobard really saying he loved you like a daughter?

“N-No. P-Please. J-Just-G-Go.” You plead. “Please.” You felt your chest pounding and your heart aching.

“If you want me to go, then I will go.” Eobard said. “I care about you enough to want you to be happy. And if forgetting about me is what will make you happy. Then okay.” He nodded. “I won’t get in the way of your happiness.”

“Stop pretending t-to care.”

“I was never pretending.” Eobard said. Though, his tone. It had become…softer. He raised his hand, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

Your eyes grew wide.

What was he doing? “What-“

“Goodbye, kid.” He said. A hint of sadness in his voice. And… It didn’t sound fake. It sounded, genuine. “I know you will be everything I wanted you to be. And you will be happy. Remember that.” He leaned forward, and gave your forehead a gentle kiss. Before pulling away from you.

In that moment, you felt like everything around you was spinning. And you seemed to make a realization.

He cared.

He cared…

Even through all of his lies and deception, he did care about you.

Eobard went to turn away, perhaps to leave as you had wanted him to. But, for some reason, you didn’t want him to leave you. Not again.

“Wait!”

Eobard looked to you, staring. Wondering what you could have possibly wanted. He figured you might leave now. To get as far away from him.

But in fact, it became quite the opposite.

“Please don’t leave me again.” You croaked. You didn’t why. Why you so desperately wanted him to stay. You should hate him. Fear him.

But now…you felt those emotions becoming buried deep inside of you.

And you only felt the need to be protected.

Eobard narrowed his eyes. You…you wanted him to stay?

If surely seemed like an illusion.

But from the way you weren’t running away, it had to be true hadn’t it? You wanted him to stay.

In a flash of lighting, you ran to him. Hugging him. So tightly, that you had almost knocked him over. But he was strong and could hold back.

Eobard, at first paused.

He was taken back by this.

Eobard looked down to you. The way you were clinging to him like he was the only thing that could keep you safe. It was familiar yet unfamiliar.

“S-Stay. P-Please.” You cried.

Eobard slowly felt himself sink into the hug. Of course he would stay. He wouldn’t ever think of abandoning you again. “Yes.” He whispered. “I promise, I won’t leave you this time.”

He meant that.

He would stay. He wouldn’t abandon you.

While he knew he wouldn’t give up on his quest to retrieve The Sphere of Destiny, there was one thing he knew for certain.

Right all, all he wanted to stay here with you. His friend. His student.

His daughter.

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Imagine: Being Like Bucks Little Sister who interns at the 118 and you are stressed out so you drop by his place to talk and you two end up playing board games together.

Being the youngest working member of the 118, certainly wasn’t the easiest task. With attending community college, and interning, sometimes it was a lot for you to take at one time. Recently, you had been extremely stressed out. Not just with all of your school work, but with the many tasks that Captain Bobby Nash had been given you recently. So, you decided to somewhere to distress and someone reliable to talk to. So where do you go? Well, you decided to seek on one of the people at the 118 you had always felt the closest with. Evan Buckley. Buck was practically like an older brother to you, as he was always looking out for you. Eddie too of course. But Buck always knew how to kick back and relax even in the event of chaos.

Letting out a sigh, you placed down your glass of water on the table. “Thank you for letting me stay the night, Buck. I really needed to get away from everything.”

Buck of course gave you a kind smile, as he placed a stack of board games down on the table in front of the both of you. “No need to thank me, Y/N. I’m your friend, friends help each other out. Besides, I know what it’s like to be young and have a lot of responsibilities on your shoulders.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” You huffed. “With all of the school work I have do, and the tasks I have to do at the station, it’s nice to just have some peace.”

“Oh believe me, I get.” Buck told you.

You looked down at the stack of board games. “What are all of these for?” You quizzed.

“Well, I though we could play some board games. You know, something fun but not too competitive. Help get our minds off all of the stressful stuff.” Buck gave you a smile. “What do you say?”

You of course smiled back. “Sounds like a plan.”

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Imagine: Seeing Thawne who doesn’t remember who he is.

Both your heart and your mind were racing. This was completely unexpected and hard to believe. That there was a version of Eobard Thawne, who wasn’t a killer. Who wasn’t consumed by his anger and hate for Barry Allen. See, he had lost of his memory. While you and Barry both had absolutely no idea how this had came to be, you did your best to remain strong. Barry Allen stood directly beside you. Meena was in her office, grabbing some things. Eobard Thawne looked between the both of you. He was still trying to make sense of things, especially since Barry had become so hostile and angry with him. But he looked to you. It was that look in your eyes. You looked…not angry. Not afraid. But your gaze was full of almost a hopefulness and happiness. It was odd. Barry looked over at you, his brow furrowing. “Y/N, are you okay?” He asked. “What is it?”

“Nothing it’s just-“ You swallowed. “It’s strange. Seeing him like this. So happy. So…ordinary.”You shake your head. “It’s almost…nice.”

Eobard narrowed his eyes. “I’m sorry?”

“Nice?” Barry looked to you. “How is it nice? He doesn’t remember who he is. He doesn’t remember what he is or what he’s done.”

“That’s it exactly.” You remarked. “He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember how much he hates you. But…” You looked over to Thawne. He doesn’t remember you. Who you are. “He doesn’t remember me. He doesn’t remember adopting me. Raising me. Everything he took from me.”

Thawne looked between the both of you. His eyes grew at your words. “I’m sorry…adopted you? Raised you? Who are you?”

You pressed your lips together, trying to gather the right words. “You may not remember who I am. But know this. I was once someone you cared deeply for. Someone you loved and protected. And you need to know, that even though you were the villain, you saved me in so many ways and helped me become who I am.”

Eobard Thawne looked to you. And he could have sworn your words were genuine. True. And for some odd reason he felt himself believing you…

He felt…connected to you.

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Imagine: Reuniting with your older brother, Hartley.

Letting out a deep breath, you entered one of the old Warehouses that your parents had owned, now abandoned. This had to be it. Where your older brother Hartley Rathaway must’ve been hiding out. Likely to stay hidden, from all of the trouble that he had been causing recently. It had been months since you had your brother. You missed him, dearly. Even though Hartley was known for having a challenging personality, Hartley loved and adored you. Even if he didn’t always show that part of him around others. Hartley loved you. And you loved him. He had always protected you. Especially, when your partners always bickered with you about when it came to you wanting to make your own decisions. Your own choices.

You looked around, but then noticing the chair and various boxes surrounding it. Yep. He was here.

“You’ve come to the wrong place!” A familiar voice exclaimed. Suddenly, Hartley came out of nowhere. His sonic gauntlets raised, ready to strike. But whne his gaze met you, he paused. “Y\N?”

“Hey, Hartley.” You spoke, softly. “It’s me.”

Hartley lowered his gauntlets, staring at you. Why were you here? More importantly how did you find him? “Y/N… What the hell are you doing here?” He shakes his head. “How did you find me?”

You pressed your lips together. Finding him, that was the easy part. Hartley was just really predicable. But also, where else was he going to hide out?

“I wanted to see you.” You told him.

“See me?” Hartley raised an eyebrow. “Why? I thought you would be out and about trying to forget about the shame I’ve brought to this family.”

“Hartley no I-“ You swallowed. “I don’t hate you. I’m not going to disown you. You’re my brother and…and I miss you. And I feel so alone without you.”

Hartley looked into your gaze. And he saw… He saw no signs of deception. Only the truth. With pulled at his heart. You really did miss him. He looked down. If he was being honest, he did miss you too. He missed having his little sister around to love and to protect. Even if you weren’t a little kid anymore, he still felt this responsibility to look after you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry you feel that way.” Hartley looked back up at you. “Look… Maybe… Maybe you can stay here for awhile? We can…catch up.” He suggested.

You managed a faint smile. “Yeah… That… Sounds amazing…”

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Imagine: Being a Young Smuggler Alongside Joel and Tess, and Joel Scolding You When You Come Home After Curfew.

Day in, and day out always seemed the same. Get up, go to work, get your rations and go home. In a world full of chaos and despair, sometimes it was hard to motive yourself to keep going. Especially in the Quarantine Zone. But in the end, you managed. Besides, when you happened to be a smuggler, there was too much on your shoulders to give up. Letting out a deep sigh, you placed your hand on the door to the apartment you shared with Tess and Joel. It was late. Really late. Past curfew. You were lucky you hadn’t been shot or arrested by FEDRA. But you were smart and resilient for you age. ‘Joel is going to kill me.’ Was your only thought. But you had to be a young adult and face him. So you turned the knob and entered the room. When the door closed behind you, you turned around. Standing in the darkened room, was Joel. His hands on his hips, staring at you as you entered. Likely waiting this whole time.

“Joel.” You spoke, giving a nod of your head. You take off your jacket and backpack. Throwing them onto a nearby table.

“Where the hell have you been, young lady?” Joel remarked. His eyes staring bullets. From his tone, he wasn’t happy. Pissed, even. Which, already wasn’t a good sign for you. “Do you have any idea what time it is? It’s past curfew. Way past curfew. You’re lucky you haven’t been shot. Or arrested.”

You pressed your lips together, and swallowed. You would try your best to counter. “Yes, I’m aware of what time it is. But I got caught up in work. Okay? No big deal.”

Joel scoffed. “No big deal?”

“Yeah…” You shrugged your shoulders. “I just got caught up in my work. But you can’t be pissed.” You pulled a stack of ration cards out of your pocket. “Got a lot of these. Tess will be happy to see these.”

“I don’t care about what Tess will think.” Joel took a step towards you. He knew this was about more than just work. He wasn’t a fool, after all. And with that stack of ration cards, he knew something was up. It was two times more than the usual pay. “Where the hell did you get all of those ration cards?”

“I told you, work.” You answered.

“Bullshit.” Joel snapped. “That’s two times more than they pay. Do you think I’m that stupid? Where were you? What did you do to get those ration cards?”

Your eyes darted down. Okay, maybe there had been more to it. But why would Joel care so much? You could handle yourself. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Oh, it doesn’t?” Joel quizzed. Joel knew better than that. You were hiding something and he would get you spill. Sooner or later. “Don’t play games with me, Y/N.”

You swallowed, looking back up at him. “Look, I’m tired okay? Can I just sleep and you can bitch at me in the morning?” With that, you walked off and headed towards your bedroom.

Leaving Joel with mixed emotions…

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Imagine: Convincing The Doctor to let you visit Missy in the vault.

The Doctor (at least in this regeneration), wasn’t always so easily convinced sometimes. Often, there were times where he was too stubborn for his own good. So most of the time, you kept certain things to yourself. Not breathing a word because you always knew what the answer would be. But this time, even though you knew there would be a battle, you weren’t going to lose so easily. Here you were standing before The Doctor, putting your best face on. You swallowed. Trying to conjure your words. Today, you would ask him to visit someone. Someone who was dangerous, yet very dear to you. Missy. The Master’s female Incarnation. Missy, was currently being imprisoned in a vault under St. Luke’s University, in Bristol. She spent every waking moment there. Alone. Suffering.

So you wanted to visit her. To talk to her. To give her some sort of comfort in the form of a familiar face.

“Doctor…” You began.

The Doctor, who was playing with buttons on the TARDIS console, looked over to you. At first, he was quiet. Studying you. Like he knew the familiar tone and look on your face. But finally, he spoke up. “Yes, Y/N, what is it? I can see you’re desperate to ask me something.”

“You would be correct.” You nodded. “There was something that I wanted to ask you.” You bite down on your lower lip.

“What is it then?” The Doctor waved a hand. “Because we don’t have all day here. I’m very busy with…things.” He added. But really was making excuses.

“I want to see Missy.” You blurted out.

The Doctor’s eyes grew wide, but not wide enough. He wasn’t shocked. Almost like he had expected it. The Doctor took a step towards you, and away from the console. “You want to see Missy?” He chuckled, half-heatedly. “Am I going crazy? Because it seems to me I’m hearing things.”

“No…you aren’t.” You let out a sigh. “I want to see Missy, Doctor. Visit her in the vault. Talk to her. She’s alone. So alone.”

“Yes, and for a good reason.” The Doctor stated. “Missy is secluded to prevent her from causing anyone harm.” The Doctor shakes his head. “She’s dangerous, Y/N. You out of anyone should know that. She can’t be trusted.”

“She can change.” You remarked to that. Because you did believe that she was capable of change. Capable of becoming a better person. No matter what anyone, even The Doctor thought. And you? You were probably one of the only people in the whole universe that Missy cared for her. That Missy trusted. You wouldn’t give up on her so easily. Not when there was still hope.

The Doctor scoffed. “You think she’s capable of change?”

“Doctor-“ You swallowed. “Please. Please. Just let me have five minutes. That’s all I ask. Five minutes to talk to her…”

The Doctor looked to you. He let out a sigh. He knew there was a chance he wouldn’t win this argument. You wouldn’t give up until he said yes. As much as he didn’t want to say yes, was it really worth all of the bickering?

“Five minutes?” The Doctor quizzed.

You nodded your head. Five minutes was you had needed. You would want more time, but you thought it was best not to push your luck. “Fives minutes. I swear, I won’t be a minute late.” You promised.

The Doctor met your gaze. And he could see the sincerity in your eyes. You meant it.

He let out a breath. “Fine fine. I’ll take you to the university to see Missy. But this is under my terms. I stay outside of the vault the entire time.” The Doctor went over to the console and began to pressing the controls. “Five minutes, yes?” He looked to you, his expression hardened. “And I want you to be careful. Understand?”

You gave a faint smile and nod. “I understand.”

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HeadCannon: Being A Young Time-Lord, and How The Master’s/Missy Comfort You…

(Beware of SPOILERS for S12 for Sachas Master!)

The Master (John Simm):

The Master (at least this one) has never been the one for comforting, not even for himself but given that he cares very deeply about you, he tries to give it a try at consoling you when he sees you upset

The Master at first tries to reassure you with words, no matter how hard it might be “Y/N, there’s no need for those silly things you call tears.”

At first, his words certainly didn’t work

The Master could only watch as the tears flooded down your cheeks

But then The Master felt an unfamiliar pain in his hearts, and realized that he had to try harder to comfort you

So The Master hold yours hand, even if he is unable to do any more than that, and doesn’t let go until you are able to calm down, maybe even after that

Missy (Michelle Gomez):

Missy isn’t the one to get sentimental or express any sort of emotion whatsoever even when she’s alone. Most of the time she keeps any sort of feelings to herself and hides them from plain sight.

Missy has always left the comforting up to The Doctor. She believes he is much better suited for it

But there is one time, when Missy is left to comfort you

Missy tries to cheer you up with her jokes and wits, anything that could brighten up your mood “Do you want hear about that time The Doctor fell into a hole and was trapped in mud? It is quite funny.”

But not even her wits seem to work

So Missy (even though it would normally make her uncomfortable), allows you to hug her, and you cry into her shoulder

As the minutes pass, Missy finds herself slipping into her emotions as she can feel you trembling as you cry. So she tries a few comforting words. “There there, Y/N. You must remain strong. You are a Time-Lady. Everything will be fine.”

Eventually, Missy crumbles into the hug, even running a hand through your hair. And she lets you stay that way until you feel better

The Master (Sacha Dhawan):

In his past regenerations, emotions didn’t come so…easily for The Master. But in this regeneration, The Master felt himself feeling emotions so much more often and intense than he ever had. Angry. Sadness. His emotions were more open than before.

Here you two were, in the temple of the Gallifrey High Council, surrounded by smoke and ash. Gallifrey was in ruins, and by The Master’s hands

Seeing your home destroyed, not to mention the never ending fued between The Master and The Doctor was enough to break you

You had become fuled with anger and sadness that you just erupted, more so than you ever had in your travels with The Doctor

Your outburst took The Master by surprise, he never expecting something like that out of you

At first The Master didn’t react, only because he suspected that his destruction of Gallifrey would have emotional effects on you. But when he saw you break down, screaming and crying, he knew he couldn’t sit by and watch you be in pain

When you laid on your knees, hearts shattered in two, The Master reaches out to comfort you. Kneeling down to be at eye level with you “Oh my dear, Y/N…”

The Master can see the light slowly diminish from your eyes

The Master feels his hearts ache, and he knows that he must comfort you. Even if you hate him. Even if you never want to forgive him, he will still make it his priority to make you feel better

The Master embraces you in a hug, holding your in his arms and rocking your gently

With one hand, he strokes your hair soothingly as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear “Shh don’t cry, my dear. Everything will be alright, I’m here Y/N. I’m right here.”

And he even kisses your forehead, his nonverbal way of expressing his affection and care

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Dhawan! Master x Teen Time-Lord Reader

Summary: After being kidnapped by The Master, you and The Doctor find yourselves stranded on Gallifrey which has been turned to ashes and smoke by The Master’s reckless actions. Leaving you in heartbreak and devastation, you’re left to wonder why he did what he did, and is there’s any hope left for him after always believing in his redemption. But things take a unexpected turn, when The Masters makes a unexpected ultimatum, and reveals a shocking truth to you.

Warnings: None

Gallifrey

A feeling of emptiness and hurt filled your hearts, as you sat on your knees in the middle of the room. The High Council. Surrounding you, were Cyber-Men. But not just and Cybermen. A new species of Cyber-Men, created from the bodies of the Time-Lords that had once been scattered across Gallifrey. The smell of the flames and smoke that had engulfed Gallifrey remained heightened across the planet. Gallifrey was in ruins. Destroyed by a mad man. But not just any mad man. It had been destroyed by one of their very own kind. The Master. In all of the years you had known The Master, it had never surprised you how far he had been willing to go just to hurt The Doctor. But this… This went far beyond just The Doctor. This affected you too. With a tear slipping your cheek, you looked up at the sound of footsteps nearing you. As you looked up, standing barely feet from where you were, was the culprit himself. The Master. He looked the Cyber-Men. “You are dismissed.” He told them. And just like magic, they had obeyed him. Not even hesitating to leave the room.

The Master sighed, before turning his attention to you. At the sight of your tears, he knelt down to be at eye level with you. “There’s no need for tears, my dear Y/N.” He said.

Clenching your jaw, you looked at him. Anger filled your eyes. He had went too far this time.

How could he? How could he do this to his own people? His own home?

This battle between The Doctor and The Master was never ending. A battle had forged long before you were even born.

Battle after battle, century after century.

For thousands upon thousands of years, these two had battled each other.

And yet, they still hadn’t come close to defeating each other. At least not truly.

“You destroyed Galiifrey.” You looked directly into The Master’s eyes. “How could you do that?”

The Master let’s out a sigh. “Little Time-Lord, I know this discovery must be devastating for you.” He began. Taking ahold of your shoulders. “But know this. It’s for the greater good.” He continued. Your eyes widened in shock. Was he really telling you this?

“W-What?” You stuttered.

The Master could see it. The anger. The hurt. It was evident in your eyes. “I know you’re angry, my dear.”

He had recieved a similar reaction from The Doctor. The Doctor’s reaction was satisfying for him. It brought him joy to see her so hurt by something he had done.

But it had been different with you.

It was never his attention to hurt you. Only The Doctor. But he had known how it would affect you. So he would do his very best to console you.

“Why?” You croaked. “Why did you do this?”

Because you didn’t understand. You didn’t think you ever could. There wasn’t anything that could justify this. This destruction. This death. No reasoning could make it right. Nothing could explain away what he had done.

The Master looked down. There was a deep reasoning behind it. More than just hurting The Doctor because of a silly fued. But he knew it didn’t matter if he told you or not. He knew you wouldn’t change your mind about it. That anger and hurt would still remain no matter what his justifications were. “I know that you must be upset. I know you must be desperate for answers. But right now, why I did doesn’t matter. Whats done is done.” He looked back up.

“O-Our home is-gone.” You cried. You shake your head. Your home. Your people. It’s entire history. All of it, gone. Destroyed.

“Galiifrey hasn’t been my home in a very long time.” The Master admitted.

Is that why he did it? Because he didn’t feel like it was his home anymore? So he decides to destroy it like doesn’t matter? Like it’s nothing. Like it was all in vain. His actions were wrong. They were selfish. They were cruel. Deranged.

The pain inside of you had been bottled up. Eating away at you. All you could do was cry. Nothing would stop that.

“I know you don’t want to hear this. I know you won’t accept this. But right now, you have to believe me when I say that this is for the better.” The Master said. Tears poured from your eyes. You had no idea what was happening. You had no idea who the Master was anymore. What he was. You just wanted to run. To get off this planet. Get away from him. Away from all of this.

But you couldn’t. You were stuck here. Stuck on Gallifrey. No TARDIS. No teleportation.

And The Doctor…

The Doctor was trapped in her mind. Restrained with a forcefield.

No doubt having to endure The Master’s subconscious antagonizing her. And there wasn’t anything you could do for her.

“How is destroying an entire planet for the better?”You croaked.

The Master looked away. “There’s something you should know, Y/N…” He went quiet for a moment, almost as if to gather his words. “When…When I came back to Gallifrey, I discovered something. A awful secret that was kept from us. All of us.”

A secret? What did he mean?

The Master looked back to you. “While snooping through the data banks, I discovered the truth about Gallifrey. About the Time-Lords, and their creation.” He shakes his head. “I… I couldn’t believe what I saw. It didn’t seem possible. But it is. They’ve been lying through their teeth for centuries, not one person ever suspecting it. But now, I know. And I can’t unknow it.”

A tear trickled down your cheek. You weren’t sure if The Master was just blabbing about, or if what he said was true. Even if it is, why would he bother telling you? You spent most of your life on earth, amongst the humans. So your knowledge of your home planet was very little. Only what you had read about and what The Doctor had told you over the years of traveling with her. “Why bother telling me to this?” You croaked. “I…I hardly know my own home. And now I never truly will.” She sniffled.

The Master reached down, taking your hand in his own. “You’re right. Maybe now isn’t the time to tell you. Because it’s extremely overwhelming.”

“Please. Please just let us go.” You plead. You had to reach out to him. Get him to trust you. Because you knew things wouldn’t turn out well if you and The Doctor remained here with The Master.

“Let you go?” The Master quizzed.

You nodded. “Yes. Yes. Just…I know nothing will change how you feel about The Doctor. But… But if any part of you still cares about me, then you’ll see letting us go is the right thing to do.”

The Master frowned. “My dear, I’m afraid I can’t quite do that.

“Why not?”

“Because…” The Master tried to gather his words. “Because if I were to let you go, off with The Doctor again, then it doesn’t guarantee I’ll ever see you again.

Why did it matter to him if he got to see you? Was he worried? “What are you talking about?”

You didn’t understand what he meant.

The Master gave a faint chuckle. “My dear, you and I both know that traveling with The Doctor isn’t the safest thing you could be doing.”

“You don’t think I’m safe with The Doctor?” You stared. “I-I don’t understand. Why does that matter? Just let us go.”

You had keep pushing. Keep insisting that he should let you and The Doctor be free. And the only way you could think to do that, was use his emotions about you against him. Guilt him into letting you and The Doctor leave.

But after what he did, to Gallifrey, to the Time-Lords, you weren’t so sure that would be easy.

But if there’s any chance that The Master might be swayed. If there was even a small chance of him giving in now, then you knew that you had to take it.

“I let you go once before, and it was one of my biggest regrets, Y/N.” The Master said, sadly. Your eyes grew wide. What? What was happening? Regret?

“W-What?”

The Master kept his hand wrapped around yours. “All of those years ago, when I rescued you from the Time-War as an infant, I wanted to keep you with me. I wanted to… To raise you and care for you.” He began.

“What?”

“But I knew in my hearts that you couldn’t travel with me. Not yet. I knew you wouldn’t be safe with me. I knew that I couldn’t be selfish and put a child’s life in danger.” He went out. His words seemed, so genuine. “So I sent you somewhere I knew you’d have a chance of being safe. Earth… You looked to him, not speaking a word. Just staring. “But the moment I knew I had to let go of you, was the moment I knew I would come back for you. When you were older and…and when I could teach you about your life, and your home.” Still, you didn’t speak. Your mind racing with thoughts.

“And I was. I was going to.” The Master told you. “I was going to come back for you. We were supposed to travel the universe together, Y/N. You and I.” He swallowed. “But then The Doctor came along, and took that from us.”

Silence fell between both of you. Neither of you moving nor speaking, just for a moment. You didn’t know what to say. What was this man saying? Was he lying? Was he making this whole thing up? Was he just doing it to get to her? Was this some twisted game?

You didn’t know.

But… Something seemed to tell you that he was being genuine with his words. That there was some truth behind them.

You looked down.

You thought about everything he’d done. From taking over as Prime Minister, to trying to bring the Cybermen back to invade Earth. (The first time.) Every bad thing he had done in all of years that you and him had crossed paths.

He was a villain.

But your mind pondered to his words. About him being the one to save you. To choose to send her to Earth to protect you, instead of selfishly endangering you as an infant.

He was the very reason you were standing here in the first place. He was the reason that you were alive to travel with The Doctor.

To grow up. To become who you are today.

Could it really be possible?

Could he truly be telling the truth?

Or was this some sort of trick? An elaborate ruse to get you join his side?

You didn’t know what to think of it. All you knew what The Master had done sometime so awful. So cruel it outdid everything he’d ever done.

“You’re not making any sense.” You croaked. “Why are you telling me all of this?”

“What I’m trying to say is-“ The Master looked into your eyes. And for a moment you could have sworn there was no hint of mischief. No hint of malice or deception. “I want you to come with me, Y/N. Travel with me. You and I can be united together, as a family.”

Suddenly, everything seemed to flip upside down.

Were you hearing this correctly?

Your heart began to race. Was he serious about this? He wanted you to join him?

“How-How do I know you’re aren’t lying to me?” You shake your head. “That’s all you’ve ever done. To me. To The Doctor. To everyone. You…you hurt people and you betray them all for your own well-being. You side with our enemies and try to kill us and break us. Why should I trust you? Why should I believe you now when you haven't once been honest with me since I've known you? You are a liar." You tell him. "A deceiver.”

The Master let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “I know… I know given my past, it could be difficult for you to understand what I’m trying to say. And I get that, believe me I do.”

You scoffed.

“But…” The Master began. “Even if it’s hard for you to believe, I have always cared about you.” He let out a shaky breath. “A part of me…a part of me has always felt connected to you.”

You stared at him. Confused.

The Master let’s go of your hand, cupping your cheeks. “Look at you, Y/N…” He breathed out. “I still remember that small, and beautiful baby you were. I remember when I held you that first and last time, I remember being consumed by the drumming noise in my head. The noise that never went away. But when I held you, when I looked down at you, it was like the world became silent. It was like the noise ceased to exist. All I heard was the beating of my hearts and the sound of your tiny breaths, and the beat of your little hearts. And it was beautiful.”

You froze. You could have sworn you had seen tears on his eyes he spoke. Which, wasn’t like him. To get so sentimental like that.

“You gave me a sense of peace. A sense of serenity. In that moment, it seemed that nothing else had mattered but holding you there. And… You smiled up at me. Even though you should have feared me and cried, you didn’t. You didn’t fear me, Y/N. Don’t you see? You weren’t afraid of me like everyone else my whole life has been.”

“I-“ You looked away. Your stomach turned. This was so much to take in. “I don’t understand-“

“I know.” The Master nods. “I know. But one day, Little Time-Lord, you will. In time. You will finally see how much you’ve always mattered to me.”

You shake your head. You were confused. This was so sudden. A lot of words were thrown at you all at once. You still didn’t know if you should believe him or not.

Was this even happening? It felt like a dream. A crazy dream you would wake from. But it wasn’t.

This was reality.

“I-“ A tear slipped down your cheek. What were supposed to say?

“Stay with me, Y/N. Forget about that silly old Doctor. Be with me. Your family.” The Master pleaded.

He seemed so genuine. Yet so desperate.

The Master was lonely. He had always been lonely, and now he was reaching out to you. The one person in the whole universe he cared for.

“You want me to abandon The Doctor?” You asked.

He nodded. “Forgive me for asking… But you have to, Y/N.” He admitted. “Because the longer you stay with her, the longer you’re in danger. If you go off with her, I can’t protect you.”

You felt a pain in your hearts. You couldn’t abandoned The Doctor. She was your best-friend. Your family.

How could you possibly leave her?

The Doctor had not only saved your life so many times, but she had done so much more than that for you. She had loved you. Cared for you. Been there for you when you needed it the most. And helped guide you down the right path.

She had taught you things about yourself you had never known before. Had opened you up to other aspects of yourself that you had always been afraid to admit existed.

Taught you how good life could be. How you should never give up hope, how you should find your way through any problem, because sometimes it just takes time to realize that.

Most importantly, she taught to never give up on those you loved and loved you.

It was inevitable that perhaps one day you would have to choose between The Doctor and something else.

You just never imagined it would be today, or that The Master was the reasoning you had to make that choice.

“I can’t abandon her.” You told him. “No matter what, I just can’t. Not her.”

The Master sighed, looking away.

“Y/N…”

“She’s The Doctor.” You told him. You pulled yourself away from him, standing up and onto your feet.

The Master stood as well, but never breaking eye contact with you.

The Doctor has saved me. Protected me. She’s been there for me every step of the way.” You defended. You spent so long with her, and you just couldn’t imagine being separated from her. You needed The Doctor. And she needed you.

You had seen The Doctor when she was lost in the darkness.

Consumed by her anger and frustration. That’s when The Doctor was most vulnerable.

Because no one could know what lengths she would go to. To protect the universe. To defend it. That’s why you had to stay by her side.

Protect her in the same ways she protected you.

The Master shakes his head. “Y/N, you’re not safe with her. The reason she’s saved you is because she’s the one who always puts you in danger.” He scoffed. “How many times have you almost been killed because of your travels with her?”

“I can handle myself!” You yelled back.

“Perhaps.” The Master remarked. “But there are times when not even The Doctor can be your savior. When she herself is lost. Unable to be the hero she proclaims herself as.”

“Of course she gets lost.” You told him. Because even though The Doctor was a hero, a warrior, it didn’t mean she always knew the answer. “Of course she gets scared and confused. And she doesn’t always know the answer. But in the end, she figures it out. No matter how crazy her plans are. Or how dangerous. She prevails. She doesn’t give up!” You shake your head. “And neither do I! I’m not leaving her!”

“Y/N trust me, it’s for your best interest” He told you.

Best interest? How did he know what was best for you? “How do you know what’s best for me? Why should I trust you? You lie! You betray! Again and again! I’ve tried so hard to believe in you. I’ve tried so hard to be patient and think one day that you’ll be good. That this fighting can end. But now…” Now you felt hopeless. Felt as if there was point in trying anymore. The Master was lost in the darkness too. The only difference was he couldn’t be brought out of it. “Now I know who you really are. The villain of my story.”

The Master went quiet. Almost as if he was taken back in your words. Like he didn’t know to react to them.

Like he was hurt. Truly hurt.

The Master stepped backwards. Still not speaking.

You went silent away. Watching him, and observing. You wanted to know what he was going to do. At first, you were frightened. Because you knew his anger and what it could make him do.

“Master?” You quizzed.

The Master then looked back up at you. He slowly began to walk back towards you. You began to feel tense. What was he doing?

He kept going, but finally stopped a few feet from you.

The Master raised his hands, cupping your face. “If it is I who is the villain of your story then…then I suppose this should be where we say goodbye.”

Your brows furrowed. He was agreeing with you?

“But this time, I won’t abandon you. This time, it should be a proper goodbye.” The Master said. “If it is a life with The Doctor you choose to have, then I shall not take it from you. You choose her. And I won’t try to change that but… But you need to know this, Y/N.” You felt his thumbs grazed your cheeks. You felt a chill go down your spine. “I’ve spent so long feeling unloved. Being unable to love anything or anyone. But then, you came into my life. As that small child. So beautiful. So full of light and joy. And I felt this spark inside of me. This spark of light. Of warmth. Of…love.” Your eyes grew wide.

What was he saying?

“But maybe sometimes… Sometimes I I think of what my path could have been.” His eyes softened. Full of admiration and kindness. “And you know what I imagine? A path where I got to watch you grow up. Where I could take you so many things and take you so many places.” He chuckled, tears forming in his eyes.

Was he…crying? You felt a pit in your stomach. The Master was being…vulnerable. Showing his emotions.

All of this time, you believed there was no emotion left in him.

But there was. It was there, and he was showing it to you.

“And perhaps in this other life, I could be a warrior. A warrior that doesn’t run and hide. A hero. Someone…good.” The Master gave you a weak but sad smile. “I would’ve been good for Y/N.” He let out a shaky breath. “But that life is only a dream. I’m sorry, Y/N. That I couldn’t be the hero you wanted me to be.” He looked down at you. “We must say goodbye now. But I think you need to know… I love, Little Time-Lord.”

That’s when you froze. He…he loved you?

It was now that you made the realization. Every word he had spoken was true. He did care about you. He always had.

It all hit you at once.

And now, tears flooded down your cheeks.

“Goodbye, Y/N.” The Master whispered. He leaned down, kissing your forehead. “I’ll miss you so much.”

He then let go of your face, stepping away from you.

When he did, he could see how much his words had affected you. How much they had impacted you. You felt your knees going well, but managed the strength to keep up on your feet.

The Master didn’t say another word. He then turns his back to you, in the opposite direction which he begins to walk.

Panic rose in you. Now suddenly you didn’t want him to leave. Didn’t want to say goodbye.

Now all you wanted was a second chance. A second chance to help him realize his goodness and his humanity.

“Wait!” You cried out.

The Master kept walking. It was best thing to do, right? It was time to move on. No looking back.

“Don’t leave me.” You plead. “You’re right! I’m not always save with The Doctor. But she can protect me and so can you. You can be good, I know it! I can help you! So please. Please stay!” While you claimed to need The Doctor, the truth was…you needed him too.

He was your family. And you knew that now.

The Master stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned to face you. Before he could fully turn around, all he could feel was your arms wrapping around his waist, hugging him tightly.

“Don’t leave me again.” You cried.

The Master suddenly felt warmth in his chest. He pulled you away. He then gave you a smile. “Oh I could never abandon you, again.”

“Promise me?” You looked up at him. Your teary eyes and pouting lips said it all.

“I promise.” He whispered.

“And by the way…” You sniffled. “I love you too.”

He then pulled you close to him, letting you hug him. But this time, he didn’t hesitate to hug you back. Rocking you gently in his arms. “I’ll protect you, Little Time-Lord. Forever and ever…”

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