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Fanvid: "For the Girl"

2008-07-25T05:44:44Z

I'd love to actually buckle down and write some fic, but as things have been going lately, that won't be happening until school starts up again, so until then, I've been wittling away my hours on this vid.

C: And don't be fooled by the song title, it's Doctor/Master, with a primary focus on the Master.

Enjoy!

dw_slash @ 2008-07-24T21:34:00

2008-07-24T11:41:07Z

Title: The Master floats, sleeping.
Characters/Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Simm!Master
Rating: R
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords

The Master floats, sleeping. Best thing for him, really. There's a deep tank, deep in the TARDIS, in a dark blue room barely lit by the perpetual light-crystals drifting on the fluid.

He floats on his back, halfway down the tank, feet above his head. His face is mostly obscured by the breathing apparatus. His hair's grown out a little, and it waves softly in the liquid. His hands are limp and easy and his eyes are closed. The liquid takes care of him, mostly. The Doctor just visits from time to time.

He leans his head back against the tank and closes his eyes. Sometimes the Master is dreaming. Sometimes the Doctor lets himself down into those dreams. Just to check on him. Just when he's lonely.

In a dreamscape that makes the Doctor unavoidably think of the Tellytubbies, Master's building some sort of enormous machine, something the general shape and size of the Great Wall of China, all steam engines and tachyons and sharp planes of gun-metal grey. The Doctor just watches for a while, his hands clasped behind his back. He doesn't know whether the Master is aware of his presence. He is very busy with that machine. It doesn't matter; just to be here, in a mind that works like his works, for a little while, will do.

In the tank, the Master twitches. First just the little and ring fingers of one hand, then then whole hand, then the jumping shaking rhythm is spreading through his whole body. He thrashes in the liquid, head rolling, eyes jammed shut.

In the dream, the Master begins to smack his head against the side of his machine.

It takes the Doctor a moment to realise what he's seeing, to pick out that familiar rhythm. He covers the imaginary ground between them in a few strides, and drags the Master bodily back from the machine, heels dragging in the soil, forehead bleeding, eyes madder than half a rattlesnake.

The whole landscape pulses with the sound, the drum and fife of zero-point field, the systole and diastole and systole and diastole of the Vortex. Ancestral voices prophesying war.

'I alone, I alone, I alone, I alone,' the Master is wailing.

'No, you're not,' says the Doctor. There's only ever one thing that stops the damn noise.

He catches the Master's howling mouth with his own and grabs the fabric of the suit jacket and the shirt underneath, pulling hard enough to pop buttons, unwrapping thin shoulders to graze with his teeth, a whisper-thin gold chain to catch in them.

The Master's clawing at him. The Doctor drops him onto his back in the grass and only has to think of the position he wants and they're in it, the Master's feet resting against the Doctor's shoulders, the Master's knees held in the Doctor's hands. It's a bit tricky. It takes a bit of strength. But this is a dream, and it's easy. He can look into the Master's staring eyes, all whites and screaming pupils, and force him to focus. Here. Now. Right here. I've got you. Feel what's happening. Remember this? Remember? Remember me?

The Master screams and screams as though he's being murdered, and then flops on the grass, eyes cooling, face and hair damp. He presses a hand to his forehead. The Doctor can't help grinning when he sees suit sleeve and shirt sleeve and cufflink, still pristine, while everything else has been torn off or ripped down. The Master looks annoyed until he gets the joke. Then he chuckles, too.

The Doctor opens his eyes and turns his head, pressing his cheek against the glass. In the tank, the Master floats serene again, sleeping. Best thing for him, really.

Originally posted here in sizeofthatthing.

Can Anybody Help Me?

2008-07-24T06:49:38Z

Hello, sorry if this isn’t allowed but I couldn’t find any DW or TW fic search communities, so I was hoping that you could help me out.

Thanks in advance:

- Are there any fanfics with Jack’s coat/Ianto’s suit as a pairing? With the clothes thoughts or something like that? A friend and I are wondering if this pairing exists ever since the episode “Fragments” of TW. If this hasn’t been done would anyone like to write it?

- Also, are there any Ianto/Jack’s coat or Jack/Ianto’s suit fics?

- Any really good Jack/The-Doctor’s-severed-hand fics.

- Doctor/Jack, Doctor/Master, Jack/Ianto, or Doctor/Jack/Ianto fics when one or all of the characters become female (eg. Alien artifact, regeneration).

Fic: Five Times the Doctor Resisted His Own Charm (and One Time He Didn't) (1/6) (Ten/Ten, PG-13)

2008-07-23T21:10:37Z

Title: Five Times the Doctor Resisted His Own Charm (and One Time He Didn't) (1/6)
Author: riverain
Pairing/Characters: Ten/Ten
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2339
Spoilers: Season 4 finale.
Summary: He knew that extra hand would come in handy one day.

( The response from the Doctor is almost instantaneous. )

Ten/Master fanart

2008-07-23T20:43:56Z

Hello! I'm new to these parts, and I come bearing fanart.

Rating: PG-13, maybe NSFW?
Pairing: Ten/Master

Here it is.

A Rec community

2008-07-23T00:20:33Z

I've started a Doctor Who/Torchwood rec journal here:

who_tw_recs

There is so much lovely fic written out there, so I and a couple of friends decided to share our enjoyment of it. You are more than welcome to Friend it if you'd like to keep an eye out for our reading suggestions.

Fic: The Darkness Drops Again (Master/Colonel Brimmicombe-Wood, NC-17)

2008-07-22T18:05:27Z

Title: soundthedrums
Pairing: Gatiss!Master/Colonel Brimmicombe-Wood
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Doctor Who Unbound: Sympathy for the Devil
Summary: Set after the events of the audiobook Doctor Who Unbound: Sympathy for the Devil (if you haven't heard it yet, you're out of luck. It is, however, terrific, and everyone should give it a go.).
Notes: Filling a prompt for sizeofthatthing. Prompt was "Post-Sympathy for the Devil. Hong Kong, 1997. Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold. The Master strikes a desperate pact with Colonel Brimmicombe-Wood. Bondage with the Union Jack tie." Someone asked for this to be posted as proper fic, so I fixed some errors and hopefully it's passable now.
Length: 1725

( 'The second thing I'm going to do is gather up what UNIT forces are left, and get them home safely. The first thing I'm going to do is kill you.' )

Banners and assorted pretties.

2008-07-22T04:55:52Z

Some slashy art.

@ my fandom journal, efflorescencia. x-posted around.

-6 Ianto/Tenth Doctor
-4 Jack/Ianto/Tenth Doctor
-3 Rose/Tenth Doctor

13 graphics.

What Doesn't Kill You, Jack/Ten, NC-17

2008-07-22T02:33:05Z

Title: What Doesn’t Kill You
Author: Joolz
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slash, First Time
Pairing: Jack/Ten
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 14,100
Season/Spoilers: This is an extended missing scene for Last of the Time Lords. Many references to the DW Series 3 finale arc, and some to DW Series 1.
Summary: The rest of the world gets a magic re-set, but Jack and the Doctor have to find a way past all the things that happened during the Year that Never Was.
Notes: Deepest gratitude to the lovely betas for this story: ladyra, Pennydreadfull, newra_skylarke, madtheo
Disclaimer: Not my lovely characters, just playing with them.
Warnings: Nudity; m/m sex; torture; non-explicit non-con and discussion thereof; emo!Doctor

You gots choice:

The story on my website 1/1

or on my live journal, 3 parts (complete)

Fic: Reputation Touch, (Ten/Master, NC-17)

2008-07-21T21:13:40Z

Title: Reputation Touch
Author: snowgrouse
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Simm!Master
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: nothing in particular, post-S3 AU
Warnings: Contains bladed weapons and a small amount of bloodplay (with artron kink). As per the anon request on sizeofthatthing. Nothing excessive or insanely gory, though. Just a bit of quick smut and bitchery (which would explain the lack of quality, really).
Length: ~1400 words.
Betas: 45eugenia improved the flow and made it less shit. Buy her a pint.
Summary: Ten/Master, bladed weapons. A swordfight. Sort of. Mostly PWP and fluff (!), not exactly dark.
A/N: Since it seems to be Swordfight Week with this pairing at the moment, I thought I'd post this one ~~to make things even worse~~ for lols. I originally wrote it for sizeofthatthing, on June 25 or so. See? EVERYONE DOES IT. Even us mediocre writers.

It's not easy to defend oneself against a rapier with a fruit knife, but the Doctor can try. He can't thrust, he can barely parry; but what he can do is to duck around the Master, run deeper into the TARDIS with the Master's laughter following at his heels. It's better to challenge him in engine rooms crowded with heavy machinery, the Doctor reasons, hoping the darkness and the heat will tire the Master out soon enough.

There's less room for complex manoeuvres in a room like this ("Should've known this rust-bucket still has parts that operate on steam!"), so the Master's flourishes become smaller and nastier, bringing him closer to the Doctor. A few quick slashes later, the Doctor's jacket and tie are in tatters, and the Doctor deflects another attack by throwing the remains of his jacket in the Master's face.

The Master smiles and uses the jacket to wipe sweat from his face. "Very amusing."

The Doctor leans against a pipe, catching his breath. "Tell me, does this actually help the drums?"

The Master tosses his own jacket aside, rolling up his shirtsleeves. "It passes the time." He flexes his knees and gets into position.

"En garde."

The Doctor taps the point of the Master's blade with his fruit knife. "Why fencing in particular?" The Master lunges, and misses, the Doctor spinning around past him, mouth brushing the Master's ear. "Is it the exercise?"

The Master snarls, turns towards him and the Doctor dances back, the Master's footsteps mimicing his movements, steady and graceful on the oil-stained floor. "No?" the Doctor offers, weaving with his knife. "Is it the mathematics?"

The Master pretends to aim for the Doctor's left, catching the Doctor off-guard, nicking his right wrist instead. The Master lets out a huffing laugh and brings the tip of the blade to his mouth, as if to kiss it. "No." His tongue flicks out, licking off the small smear of artron-rich blood. "It's the inevitable victory."

The Doctor groans and rolls his eyes, bunching up his sleeve to staunch the bleeding. "You said that when we were sixteen."

The Master brings the point of his sword to the Doctor's throat and raises his eyebrows. "And I was right."

The Doctor steps back and shakes his head. He remembers--just as well as the Master does--how their fencing practice usually ended. He runs his knife down the blade of the Master's sword, lazily. "I seem to recall you rather enjoyed losing."

The Master tilts his head and glares. "Wrong." He lunges at the Doctor again, pinning him against a pillar, his sword across the Doctor's throat, his voice husky with exertion. "I want, as they say"--and he licks the Doctor's mouth--"satisfaction."

The Doctor smiles, their faces so close that his eyes can't focus. He tugs at the back of the Master's shirt with his knife, the fabric tearing easily. He dips the fingers of one hand underneath the Master's waistband, stroking his hip. "To the victor the spoils, and all that?"

The Master pulls back and narrows his eyes. "Very good."

The Doctor glances at the blade still pressed against his throat, then back at the Master. "Shouldn't we take this to the bedroom?"

The Master tuts, bringing his sword down, pausing to undo the Doctor's trousers with it. "Nonsense." He gives the Doctor's cock a condescending pat, then kicks at one of the oil cans littering the floor.

"Improvise, Doctor. It's what you're good at."

***

Sure, it's a bit uncomfortable, but the Doctor doesn't really care. Not when the Master's leaning against the wall in front of him, sweat running down the hollow of his back, moaning as the Doctor's cock sinks inside his arse. The Master rocks back hungrily, rotating his hips, his breath coming in short gasps. The Doctor knows the Master would rather die than beg for more, so he keeps his movements slow, teasing, sometimes even pulling all the way out, fucking the cleft of the Master's buttocks, and bends to lick at the sweat-drenched hair on the nape of the Master's neck. "I thought it was the winner who went on top."

The Master hisses, turning around, wrestling the Doctor down onto the floor, his grip slipping with the sweat and oil. He lets out a low, satisfied chuckle as he manages to sink back down onto the Doctor's cock, holding him in place, his hands splayed on the Doctor's chest. "Better."

The Doctor groans, bracing his thighs against the Master's back, pushing up as much as he can and the Master groans back and squeezes--fuck, it's brilliant, they should do this more often--

And then the Doctor's fruit knife is, inexplicably (or perhaps, all too predictably) in the Master's hand, and the Master has that look in his eyes.

"Oh, no. Come on. Can't we just--"

The Master grins, pressing the blade against the Doctor's lower lip. "I'm not going to kill you."

"That's what you always sa--fuck!" the Doctor pulls back with a cry as the Master cuts his lip, the artron energy glowing faintly in the dark. The Doctor stares up at him, confused, when the Master cuts his own lip in turn, squeezes his thighs around the Doctor and bends down to kiss him. The artron fizzes in the Doctor's mouth, making him shiver and twist under the Master's weight. When the Master slides his own blood-stained tongue into the Doctor's mouth the energy sparks, twines with the Master's, generating sharp heat, making the Doctor sob into the Master's mouth.

//It's been a long time since we did this, Doctor. I, however, haven't forgotten.//

//Fuck.// The Doctor's hips lift up, and he sucks the Master's tongue in deeper.

//Insightful as ever.// The Master swirls his tongue across the roof of the Doctor's mouth. //Do you want to come?//

//Please--//

The Master bites the Doctor's tongue, bites, and it's too much, he spills over--the pain, the artron rush searing through him, the Master moving on his cock, not stopping, riding it out. The Doctor breaks the kiss, shouting, fingers digging into the Master's thighs, coming and coming, feeling his own come drip down his balls and the vibrations of the Master's laughter, and he still can't stop moving, his whole body shuddering underneath the Master's.

When his head clears, the Master is tapping a rhythm against his chest, glancing pointedly at his own cock, then back at the Doctor.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Mm." The Doctor grins and wraps his hand around the Master's cock. "C'mere."

The Master moves to straddle the Doctor's shoulders and slaps his cock against the Doctor's chin. "Get to work."

The Doctor strokes the Master's buttocks, pressing soft kisses on the Master's balls, on his inner thighs. The Master groans, balancing himself on all fours. "Don't tell me you've forgotten how to suck cock as well--"

"All in good time." The Doctor sucks on two of his fingers, wetting them with saliva and still-sparkling blood, and pushes them inside the Master's arse. The Master yelps, nearly falling on his face. The Doctor chuckles, wrapping his lips around the Master's cock, lapping at the head with his tongue, artron sparking from his tongue into the slit, the Master keening and swearing, his arse clenching around the Doctor's fingers.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck."

The Doctor pushes a third finger in, licking up and down the Master's cock. "Yeah?"

"Don't. Stop."

The Doctor gives the Master's cock a particularily wet, hard suck, groaning with satisfaction as it leaves his mouth with a pop. "This is why I suggested the bedroom, y'know. I could just lay you down and do this for hours--" he curls his fingers, pushing them in deeper.

"I said, don't stop--ah--" the Master rocks back on the Doctor's hand, his cock dripping and smearing the Doctor's lips "--don't you dare fucking stop--"

The Doctor takes the Master's cock in as deep as he can, sticking his tongue out to touch the Master's balls as he slips in a fourth finger and tugs. The Master yells at the top of his voice, snapping his hips, shoving his cock down the Doctor's throat as he comes. The Doctor keeps moving his fingers, even if he's gagging and choking on the Master's come, coaxing out every last drop.

He knows the Master hates cuddling, so he lays the Master down and licks his way up his body, nipping at the skin, loving the way the Master twitches and shivers despite himself after orgasm. This is also a good opportunity for him to seize the rapier and throw it out of arm's reach, then lay down over the Master before he can protest. The Master's glare tells him his expression must be approaching 100% Smug Twat, which is just perfect, considering.

"There. Satisfaction, as requested."

"Quite. I fucking hated that suit. Pinstripes are so 2006."

ANIMATED ICONS - Jack & Ten Slash + Dysfuctional ones

2008-07-21T15:07:10Z

Made a few icons. Nothing fancy the same crackness, I wanted to use some of my manipulations.

RULES:
1. Comment if taking any
2. No need to credit

Tease:

dw_slash @ 2008-07-21T01:31:00

2008-07-21T05:34:51Z

Title: Eternity
Rating: PG
Pairing: Doctor/Master (unspecified)
Summary: There’s this story, see?
Warnings: It's a little weird...
A/N: This is a result of reading way too many children’s books to my cousin, written for the table challenge at best_enemies (Fairy Tale).

( Eternity )

Fic: Praxis part 23 (Ten/Master, R)

2008-07-20T20:59:18Z

Title: Praxis part 23
Pairing: Ten/Master
Rating: R
Summary: The Year That Wasn't. All of it, from The Sound of Drums to The Last of the Time Lords and beyond.
Link to all my DW fic | All Parts
Warning: Novel-length. Horror/romance.

( Time's like, time's like a banana. No wait, fruit flies like a banana. )

Four/Delgado!Master

2008-07-20T20:11:42Z

Title: Burning Ground
Rating: R
Pairing: Four/Delgado!Master
Warnings: violence, character death
Summary: The Doctor and the Master play gods in Vedic India. AU that branches off somewhere during Three's era.
Betaed by snowgrouse. Originally written for the Anon Meme at sizeofthatthing

Burning Ground

Fic: Insensible

2008-07-20T18:39:19Z

Title: Insensible
Pairing: Five/Ainley!Master
Rating: PG-13. ish.
Length: 900ish
Summary: The Master is his own worse enemy.
Set during Castrovalva whilst the Doctor is unconscious after drinking the magic healing drink that makes him only slightly mad, instead of reallyreally mad. Spoilers for Castrovalva.

Insensible

Fanart

2008-07-19T22:02:46Z

Title: I. Discourse (v 2.0)

Pairing: Three/Delgado!Master
Rating: PG13
Summary: Philosophical Differences. The first part in an AU-ish series. Teaji's way happier with the new version. You will be too.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing for the good of fandom. Don't own.

A challenge for myself to try another style. Crossposted to best_enemies community.

Link to my LJ

Communion, part 8d: "Awakening"

2008-07-19T06:26:07Z

Because the bummer-ness of the S4 finale compels me to add a bit more light. Final two parts to this fic...soon, I hope. Meanwhile, short but...

follow the fake cut to m'journal:

all previous parts here.

MANIPULATION - Ten &Ten - Slash - Boys bits showing - NSFW

2008-07-18T20:45:20Z

Doubles

Boys this was one hard to make.

For those that didn`t watch the DW season finally this will be spoilerish, so go away now.

At the finally we have two Doctors, one Time Lord and the other human, that was a to good idea to not put to use.

Since I have tons of skinny couples bases and lots of time to fill here is what I come up with.

The Doctor comforting his human self before he leave him behind in the AU Earth with Rose.

Everything I do is a mistake.....me breathing is a mistake...

Fanart: Master/Doctor (Bondage)

2008-07-17T23:02:44Z

Not worksafe.

I fail at proportions.

dw_slash @ 2008-07-17T03:23:00

2008-07-17T07:33:54Z

Title: Peace
Rating: R
Pairing: Ten/Master
Summary: You visit the one place where you can find some solace, even if just for a moment.
Warnings: Spoilers up to 04x13, dark, character death
A/N: Written for the table challenge at best_enemies. Somehow, the prompt Pain Killers created this. I have no idea how it happened….

( Peace )

Cooks in the Kitchen (Artist's Choice)

2008-07-16T21:16:33Z

Title: Cooks in the Kitchen
Rating: NC-17
Author: x_los
Pairing: Three/Simm!Master/Delgado!Master/Ten
Prompt: Artist's Choice, from best_enemies ' table challenge, cleaned response from the Anon Meme
Beta: deborah_judge helped with the tone shift and the silliness level.
Summary: The Doctor's TARDIS interprets 'lock your coordinates' as 'return to the last time your coordinates were locked.' The Brig isn't sure about the Doctor's new lab assistant. The Master hates Old Spice. Delgado!Master just wants Ten to eat more.

x-posted to best_enemies

Fic: Even hope; 1/1; Master/Jack

2008-07-16T16:48:27Z

Title: Even Hope
Rating: FRM/R
Pairings: Simm!Master/Jack non-con, slight Master/Doctor
Warnings: Non-con, torture, darkfic, angst
Disclaimer: I make no attempt to pretend that I own the fandom(s) herein, or any of the associated characters
Summary: Jack has long since come to understand that he will outlive all things
Notes: Spoilers for the Year That Never Was.

Even Hope

Fic: Dance of Life 1/1 - JH/Doctor

2008-07-16T13:10:19Z

Summary: In another 'verse, the Doctor's brush with regeneration went a little differently.
Spoilers: 4:12 - Stolen Earth & 4:13 - Journey's End.
Word Count: 2,200 approx.
Rating: PG-13 because Jack Harkness is Jack Harkness, even if this is technically pre-slash.

Jack could almost taste his own adrenaline, for the Doctor wasn't letting go of his wrist, nor of his coat lapels. That was when Jack realised he was along for the ride, come what may.

x-posted to galactic_conman, doctorslashjack & dwliterotica

New Community

2008-07-16T06:43:43Z

I've created a new community and thought I'd share it here seeing as the potential for slash is extremely high, methinks.

bluesuit_fic ~ bluesuit_fic ~ bluesuit_fic

This is a ficathon community for fic about the other Tenth Doctor. If there's a fic you'd like to see written then please come over and participate.

dw_slash @ 2008-07-16T01:56:00

2008-07-16T05:58:15Z

Title: Five Lives the Doctor and the Master Never Lived and One They Did (1/6)
Rating: R
Pairing: Ten/Simm!Master
Summary: Harry Potter/Doctor Who - On the night of the Dark Lord’s return, Harry finds himself in over his head.
Warnings: character death, dark, AU (whole of DW and end of GoF), I haven’t read GoF in ages
A/N: A response to wylloh‘s request at doctorwho and written for the table challenge at best_enemies (fervent).

( Five Lives the Doctor and the Master Never Lived and One They Did )