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How is the next forgetting Rory Williams chapter going, if you don't mind my asking?

A. You guys can ask me questions about FRW about whatever, literally whenever. I do not mind at all. In fact I kind of demand that you send me anything you want about FRW(or any fics, but especially FRW).

B. Uh. Um. Love Island But in Space(ch16) is going... Good. I think.

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Despite the Master's best efforts not to, I do think the Rani would make Rory!Master cry. Hard.

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Rory and the Master chained together by matching dog collars. Red string of fate but it's a chain the Master hooked them both to. I'm not well enough to draw that right now but it is going to be on my mind for the rest of the night. Just thought you should know.

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Up tonight thinking about my trans masc Rory!Master and his eventual space phallo. He'd get a mirror copy of some Doctor regen's dick. Probably Ten's. And wait out how long it takes for Eleven to notice.

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On the inverse of that fluff. Mr. Obsessed with the indecipherable notion of "being good" but still cannot help being Bitch of All Time btw.

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Silly snippet from that Forgetting Rory Williams bonus (friend gift) chapter that'll be posted after I finish the next regular chapter(14). By the way. Btw. Because I'm obsessed with the accidental bonus chapter and can't get them out of my head. Have some very soft and flirty Eleven/Master talking about Twelve and Missy (Rory!Master. For the Rory!Master fic.).

“Why does it increasingly feel like you’re jealous of yourself?” The Master continues in a drawl, leaning closer, down in front of his face.

And as the Doctor rambles, he's paying particular attention to the space the Master is taking up. Hovering above him, just out of reach even if the Doctor happened to tilt his head up, and close enough to be delightfully claustrophobic. “- I'm not jealous of myself just- just because you talk about how close you felt we were, and- and how different I was, how different we were, and how old I was, and-”

The Master’s head turns the other way now. He smiles as he watches the Doctor stare at his lips. “- And the fact that we kissed?”

“- And the fact that we- wait- no- I mean- what? I didn't say that.” His brow furrows, and his eyes dance over his face. But the Doctor thinks further on it. “... Was it… Good?”

And the Master chuckles softly, breath mingling with the Doctor’s. He frees his hand from the other’s grasp.

Then there's sudden distance between them, the Master giving the Doctor space he didn't know he didn't want. He stands up. The Doctor, increasingly close to getting his head in the other’s lap, grumbles and pouts in response, head falling onto the cushion beneath it.

And just as soon there's weight on top of him. The Doctor’s legs move, giving him marginally more space to sit down. “Hello- oh-”

The Master’s hands find his face, sharp and young and uncertain. The Doctor’s hands fumble, and one stays at his side, while the other awkwardly rests at one of the other man’s hip. He's leaning back down, able to see the Doctor right side up, now, finally.

“... Hi, Master.” He says softly, as if he were worried he'd suddenly crumble away.

“... Hi, Doctor.” He grins at him, all teeth, voice low and sweet. “Do you want to find out for yourself?”

“Find out… What?” He asks. A bit distracted, now. And more than a bit blushy now too.

“Idiot. If it was good.” The Master replies, and he finally, finally closes the distance between them.

Before the Doctor can reply with anything else endearingly dumb, the Master is shutting him up, lips pressing firmly to the man below him. And the Master can feel him take a moment to process, the way he always seems to, before finally kissing him back.

There is some relief, after dancing around it practically since the Master stepped onto his TARDIS. Moreso, and because of that, there is heat, because neither wanted to be the first to pull away and look the other in the eye. Their lips move together, more insistent, more sudden desperation that courses through them both.

The Master is the one to finally break away, to lift his head and watch the Doctor try to follow him up with a whine so soft he barely caught it. One hand is still holding his face, and the other moves, running through the Doctor’s hair. His hair is so soft that he just sits there, playing with the strands while the other leans back into the touch.

“... Would you say it was good?” He asks with a smile that sits smugly on shiny, just-kissed lips. He doesn't even know he can't help himself. He always has to ask.

The Doctor takes a breath he didn't know he was holding. His thumb rubs back and forth over the Master’s hip, now-dark eyes wandering over his face as he tries to find something to say.

He kissed the Master. For the first time in… In…

The Doctor kissed him.

More realistically, the Master kissed him. “I… I, uh- I…” and as he hunts for his words, the way the Time Lord smirks above him is not helping. “... Wowza.”

The Master’s face falls into unamusement immediately. Fingers curl into his hair. “... Really? Really? I hate you.” He says, and it's so hard to keep that serious look on his face when the Doctor’s lights up. He's grinning up at the Master. “... Not as much as you used to.”

His eyes roll. “It changes every time-"

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Living Autopsy - Forgetting Rory Williams Chapter 13

The Doctor asks for details on Amy and the Master’s trip. Plus, what IS up with Rory???

This chapter is just under 9k words. HUGE chapter for fans of when everyone starts talking over each other.

Forgetting Rory Williams is a Dr. Who s7A(+s12) AU following the series of events after a wristwatch resets, and reveals that Rory Williams was the Master the whole time. Chapter 13 of 20ish.

Chapter Warnings/Features: So much talking and arguing. Continuing to put Rory through The Horrors. Honestly putting Amy through The Horrors too, give her a break. Brief 11/Master Moments. Species Dysphoria. It being kinda scary when the Doctor and the Master aren't arguing tbh.

Suggested Listening: Under My Skin - Jukebox the Ghost, Cotard's Solution(Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca) - Will Wood and the Tapeworms

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Thinking a lot about Rory!Master actually bumping into 12 for real. And how inexplicably he'd probably talk to him as if he were in fact Rory*, and then finding himself considerably more upset when 12... talks to him... like Rory. Even though he isn't sure it's actually Rory. Neither of them want to be in the conversation and neither of them can leave. Like the most tense game of chicken, seeing if either of them are going to call it, wondering if the other one even knows if something is off.

This is brought to you by the combination of Amy looking at the Master after they talk to Brian and going "you can sound so much like him..." in ch5 +++ the Master's nightmare vision of 12 insisting that he's Rory Williams in ch12.

*for as much as he gets worked up about looking like/getting perceived as Rory... he sure... loves to pretend to be him.