#fem!eight

[cheeseakaironbird]

Lost in memories

[perfectlyrose]

your love to keep me warm

Summary: Rose and the Doctor enjoy a warm, lazy morning in bed.

Pairing: Fem!Eight x Rose || Rating: All Ages

Note: For Day Twenty-Four of 31 Days of Ficmas: prompt “love” - also tagging @doctorroseprompts for the Ficmas event

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Rose snuggled up to the Doctor, deciding she was never going to move from this spot. They were curled up in bed, cocooned in soft blankets as the TARDIS drifted aimlessly through the Vortex. The Doctor was gently running her fingers through Rose’s hair. Rose felt like she would be purring if she was capable.

“Do we have to get up today?” Rose asked, turning so that she could look the Doctor in the eye. She could practically drown in the blue of them and they seemed particularly deep in the low light illuminating the room.

The Doctor chuckled softly and slipped her hand out of Rose’s hair to smooth down her spine, fingers dancing over every bump. “I don’t believe we have any pressing engagements today.”

“So, is that a yes we can stay in bed all day?”

“Yes, we can stay in bed all day.”

“Perfect.”

Rose shifted again and captured the Doctor’s lips, kissing her slow and lazy, just relishing the warmth rising inside of her and the way their lips slid together in perfect sync.

She moved her hand into the Doctor’s chestnut curls as she deepened the kiss. A small noise emanated from the back of the Doctor’s throat and she rolled them over so Rose was on her back.

Even as the blankets fell off of them, Rose never felt the chill of the room as the Doctor wrapped her in her love.

[perfectlyrose]

kerfuffle

Fem!Eight x Rose drabble for the prompt of “kerfuffle” over on @legendslikestardust -- 100 words, all ages

(basically the Doctor is the embodiment of that troubled birds post “looking for trouble and if i cannot find it, i will create it”)

Rose raised an eyebrow at the Doctor as she stumbled into the TARDIS. Her chestnut curls were a wild mane around her face and there were multiple singe marks on her velvet coat, some of which were still smoking.

“I may have landed us in a bit of a… kerfuffle,” she said with a sheepish smile.

“Did you land us in one or did you start it?”

The Doctor’s smile morphed into a grin that lit up her face. “Might have nudged it along a bit.”

Rose laughed. “Next time wait for me so I can help stir things up.”

[perfectlyrose]

Fem! Eight x Rose 'starlight'?

The Doctor’s breath caught as her eyes landed on Rose for the first time that evening. The black dress their hosts had gifted her with shimmered with subtle silver embroidery and she looked like the living embodiment of starlight mingling with mortals.

She smoothed down her own blue gown, another gift from the grateful natives, and took a moment to enjoy the feel of stiffened silk beneath her palms and the rustle it made. Then she took a deep breath and set out to greet her companion and claim her for a dance before anyone else found their tongues and asked her first.

The Doctor wasn’t planning on sharing tonight, if she had a say in the matter.

[perfectlyrose]

Fem!Eight x Charley, relaxing together on the TARDIS, pre-Zagreus.

“Come on, Doctor, you’ve got to have a book recommendation for me. There’s so many things here that I haven’t read yet!”

The Doctor looked up from the book she was halfway reading and took in the way Charley was staring at the nearest bookshelf, head tilted to one side and a hip cocked out as she perused.

“Well, if you hadn’t sped through my last recommendation, you wouldn’t have this problem yet,” she said, setting her book aside and standing. “I don’t think you appreciated it nearly enough.”

“It was good! Which is why I’m asking for another one. I’m sure you know all the books in your library.” Charley turned her head to smile over her shoulder at the Doctor. “And you know me so, recommend something.”

“The library surprises even me sometimes,” the Doctor admitted. She reached past Charley, velvet coat brushing against the soft fabric of her companion’s sleeve, and plucked a book of the shelf. “But this is an old favorite of mine. A new favorite for you, I would guess. Won’t be published for years yet if we go by your timeline.”

Charley took the book from her hands, letting her fingers linger against the Doctor’s when they brushed together during the exchange. “Sounds like a treat then. Thank you, Doctor.”

“Anytime.”

The Doctor turned to go back to her favorite armchair and the mildly boring book that was awaiting her when Charley stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“You know, you could always read it to me if you want to be sure I properly appreciate this one.”

“I could do that, couldn’t I?”

“Do you want to?”

“I rather think I do. Come on, let’s get set up somewhere more comfortable than the old sofa in here. The one in the small reading area in the back is better.”

“You never told me there was a reading area in the back of the library!” Charley complained as she followed after her.

“Well, I expected my Edwardian adventuress to have explored more.”

“Hardly have the time when you keep dragging me off on new adventures, now do I?” she shot back, nudging the Doctor’s arm.

“Haven’t heard you complain at all.”

“Then you haven’t been listening when we hit the TARDIS doors at full speed with an angry mob on our heels.”

They were still bickering when they made it to the reading area but the twin grins on their faces were more important than anything they were saying.

[perfectlyrose]

fragility of memory (strength of heart)

Summary: The memory is a fragile thing, easy to break bits or lose them. Rose and the Doctor find this out after an adventure gone wrong.

Part one of the “memories lost, love found” series

Pairing: Fem!Eight x Rose

Rating: All Ages // Word Count: 1231

Note: this fulfills the hurt/comfort memory prompt over at @doctorroseprompts (shhh i know this is stretching it a bit since this isn’t a memory but it’s about memory :) )

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Rose’s first thought upon waking up to a strange woman’s face looming above her was something along the lines of oh my god, she’s gorgeous, followed closely by what am I doing on the floor and who is she?

“Ah, you’re awake. I was starting to worry.” The woman’s voice rolled over her like a velvet caress, soft as the fingers that were gently testing the edges of what felt like a wound around her temple.

“Feels like someone hit me with a frying pan,” Rose muttered, trying to sit up. She immediately regretted it as the pain in her head intensified.

“No, no, no, stay still, Rose. I haven’t quite figured out the extent of this injury yet and moving is not advisable.”

“Figured that out on my own, thanks,” she snarked. “And who are you then, some kind of doctor?”

The woman’s blue eyes flashed with something like exasperation and fondness as she shook her head. “Very funny, Rose. Never heard that one before.”

Rose narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about? That was a serious question.” She moved to try and bat the woman’s hands away from her face. “Who are you and why do you seem to know who I am?”

The woman pulled back, eyebrows drawing together as she stared down at her. “This isn’t the time for a joke at my expense, not when you actually have a head wound.”

Rose wished that glaring while flat on her back was more effective but she was not risking moving again just to have an argument. “I’m not joking. I have no clue who the hell you are.”

The woman’s face paled. “You’re sure?”

Rose looked at her closely, taking in the blue eyes bright with worry and deeper than any ocean she’d ever seen, taking in the mussed chestnut curls that fell just past her shoulders. She stared at the woman’s delicate features, the slope of her nose and the delicate bow of her lips but nothing clicked. “Am I supposed to know who you are?”

She nodded mutely.

“Who are you?” Rose asked, voice gentle now in the face of the woman’s obvious distress.

“I’m the Doctor and I’m your best friend.”

“What kind of a name is ‘the Doctor?’”

“An accurate one. Can I get back to treating your head wound, now? We can figure out the amnesia once you’re not bleeding all over my ship.”

“Ship?”

“Yes, ship. We’ll talk about it later, now, may I?” The Doctor gestured towards her head.

“Yeah, go for it,” Rose said with a sigh, shutting her eyes as the Doctor reached for her face again.

“Just so you know, I’m going to tease you mercilessly about forgetting me once you know who I am again,” she said.

“Now that doesn’t seem very nice.” She looked up at the Doctor as she removed her hands from Rose’s face and started digging in the inside pocket of her velvet coat. She wasn’t entirely sure how it hadn’t registered that the other woman was wearing a velvet coat before but it had not struck her as odd until this moment.

“Ah, but you’ll remember eventually that I have a tendency to misplace memories occasionally. There was an incident about a year ago where I forgot who you were for a time and you’ve ribbed me about it ever since.” She grinned at Rose. “I’ll simply be getting my payback.”

Rose smiled back. “Turnabout’s fair play, then?”

“Oh, absolutely.” She pulled some sort of tool out of her pocket and showed it to Rose. “This is my sonic screwdriver. I’m going to use it to seal your wound and then we’ll work on your memories, alright?”

“That sounds mad but go ahead,” Rose said. She had no doubt that she and this woman were friends. It was just her style to befriend someone both gorgeous and mad as a hatter.

“Haven’t lost your sense of adventure then, Rose Tyler,” the Doctor quipped with a smile, holding the screwdriver close to her temple and activating it.

“Guess not.” She bit down on her lip as the odd sound vibrated through the room. “So, you think I’m going to get my memories back, yeah?”

The Doctor hesitated a moment too long before answering. “I hope you will, Rose. I will do everything I can to make sure that you regain them and I can assure you that I can do a lot.”

“But you can’t promise anything.” It wasn’t a question.

The Doctor’s lips were pressed into a thin, unhappy line. “I’m sorry. The human mind is a finicky thing.”

“S’okay. I’m sure we’ll work things out.” Rose felt weirdly calm. She knew she should be panicking about her lost memories but she wasn’t.

The sonic screwdriver shut off and Rose looked up to meet the Doctor’s eyes and found them bright and incredulous. “How can you trust me like that when you don’t even remember who I am?”

Rose considered for a moment. It felt almost instinctive, like trusting the Doctor was a part of her not something that sprung from her missing memories. “I don’t know, but I do. That alright?” 

The Doctor cupped her cheek again, this time out of affection instead of medical necessity. “It is more than alright, Rose Tyler.”

Rose fought back a shiver at the emotion the Doctor packed into the three syllables of her name. “Can I sit up now?”

“Slowly,” the Doctor said, shifting to support Rose with a hand to the back as she sat up. “The wounds closed up. Shouldn’t even have a scar to show for all of this.”

“Bit of a headache, though,” she said. “You got any paracetamol or anything?”

“In the medbay, which is where we’re going as soon as you think you can stand,” she answered. “Considering how much the TARDIS likes you and has been humming worriedly at me this whole time, I would guess she’s moved it just outside of the console room.”

“You know you sound mad, right?”

The Doctor smiled but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “That’s just because you don’t remember yet.”

“No, I have a feeling you always sound rather mad. It’s a bit charming though.” She aimed her own smile at the Doctor, letting her tongue peek out at the corner.

“Now I think you might be the mad one,” the Doctor shot back. “Up we go. Time to get you sorted and start answering all the questions I know you’ve got burning in that brain of yours.”

Rose let the Doctor help her to her feet, then slid her fingers into the spaces between the Doctor’s. It felt right, like it was something they did often. She let her lead her towards one of the doors leading out of the room they were in.

“Maybe if we can get my brain doing what it’s supposed to, I won’t have to pepper you with questions.”

“Rose, I can promise you that you are always peppering me with questions whether you have your memories or not.”

“Rude,” she chided.

The Doctor laughed and Rose felt something in her heart lighten. She didn’t know what was going to happen, didn’t even know what had happened at the moment, didn’t know much of anything really, but she knew that she and the Doctor were going to make it through this.

[perfectlyrose]

fem!Doctor, fire, trick

Everything was engulfed in flames. The Doctor could feel the heat licking at her face, at her very bones as the fire danced closer to where she was frozen in place.

The world was on fire. Her world was on fire.

Gallifrey was burning and she was the one who had lit the final match.

Her TARDIS was pleading with her to get inside so they could get away from the dying planet before the Time Lock was set and it was too late. But she was frozen in place, unable to muster the motivation to escape, not feeling worthy of escape.

The flames engulfed her, different than those of regeneration. They crawled up her velvet jacket and flickered up her tangled, chestnut hair, devouring it as she screamed.

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