Open Post for S&M!verse

[standsonhigh]

Yes, S&M, cause we love terrible BDSMy puns. Seriously, try to find a verse name that isn't a little smutty. I dare you.

Just put all the relevant information in the subject line. So when in the timeline and which universe aka Whoniverse or the Wizarding world.

Any questions, just PM.

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[standsonhigh]

"Regulus?" the Master asked with a faint look of disbelief. So far he'd been here nearly a year and everyone just seemed to have the weirdest names. Whatever happened to humans that called their kids names likes like Ted or Bert or Harry? Some people had weird naming tastes. With a roll of his eyes, he tried not to make any further comment and merely nodded with acceptance of the given information.

The way he said the name spoke volumes, as if he thought the Master could recognise it or see it as important for some reason. Sadly, he didn't care much either way. A name was a name and that's all it was in the end.

"Call me Master, not Lord. Though I am your Lord, just for the record," the Master corrected swiftly, moving into the man's personal space with a grin on his face, looking rather amused by that little vouching of loyalty at the end. "I don't care about your mark. If I could, I'd remove them all. They look ridiculous. Rassilon's sake, you're an evil cult, not a motorbike gang."

[snakesroarquietly]

Yes, on some level he had expected the Master to recognize the name, foolish though it was. He was simply so used to his last name opening closed doors in their circles that it had become second nature to take such respect for granted. Never mind that he genuinely believed that he was entitled to such respect for his heritage. He stifled a disgruntled sigh. Yes, the world was changing around him and far too quickly for his liking... he had signed up for the exact reason to stop and reverse such changes, after all.

Regulus forced himself to shove such thoughts aside, that was bitterness for later. It wasn't hard to focus wholly on the here and now, and the Master, when the man got far too close for comfort. Far too amused, too, like a Kneazle toying with a rat. Regulus' lips thinned to a pale, tense line. He had never been fond of cats. "Of course you are my Dark Lord, Master," he affirmed. "As for the Mark..." Oh, there were a lot of things he could have said to the Master about the Mark, but most of them were bound to get him tortured to death and the rest merely quickly killed. "If you wish to have it removed, that is your choice, Master. You took the Dark Lord's place, it is yours now."