#martharose

[faggyangels]

“Martha is better” “Rose is obviously better”

Why pit two bad bad bitches against each other, they should kiss

[alternatemann]

Rose stays as companion past Doomsday but is clearly hurt by the whole experience and the Doctor ends up recruiting Martha anyway who realises the state Rose is in from her medical training and decides to work on comforting her and helping her. Eventually they leave the TARDIS together

[freshbaked-bread]

cringetober day 9 (crossover ship/) rarepair

[ghostofafruit]

So i'm working on a lot of fics at the moment, the oneshots will continue as I always have with loose hope that i'll finish them before I lose interest in them but I have several multi chapter/longform fics I wish to work on. There is a poll at the bottom of this post and I just want to get a guide idea for what people would want first, below are the four longer fics I'm trying to finish and get out and a little description about them.

Martha/Rose Season 3 onwards rewrite - A Martha/Rose multichapter rewrite of season 3 featuring less leading on of Martha, a role swap between Rose and the Doctor, and an actual relationship. Would probably contain immortal/bad wolf Rose.

Rose and Ten in the MCU - A doctorrose long oneshot (It was meant to be maybe 5k and I haven't even gotten to my main points for writing it yet and it's over double that). They've crashed into the MCU and they can't get the Tardis to start back up again, she won't even do a short jump within the universe, so they're stuck on Earth and have to settle down. Rose becomes an English teacher at Peter's school. Later into the year there's a fieldtrip to stark industries, and the Doctor and Rose get the help of Peter and Tony to get back home. (I actually have a sequel planned too, a human nature/family of blood rewrite where the Doctor crashes them into that universe to hide out)

Married Life - a season 2 onwards multichapter rewrite starting at the werewolf episode going forward Each chapter alternates between an episode rewrite and an original, hopefully more relaxed, adventure.

It's not really a secret - originally intended as a multichapter Merlin fic, inspired by a prompt from @onceandfuturelesbian in which Uther finds out about Merlin's magic and tries to kill him for it. The first chapter came out over a year ago and I've been really struggling with it. Now it is intended to be finished as a longer oneshot with Merthur happening around halfway through.

Rose Tyler's guide to becoming a superhero - Immortal Rose Tyler is trying to get back to her birth universe after her family are all gone (she's in her 300s she wanted to hang around and explore that universe) but her one attempt on the canon lands her not in her original universe but one full of heros and villains. Her brother Tony had liked comics, though she never had, and through him and her hazy memory of his rambles about his comics, she has a pretty rough idea of what's going on. She starts out as a teacher, but one of her students is Peter Parker and that name rings a bell from Tony's ramblings. It takes a little while, but she realises he's Spider-Man and sets on to help him however she can. Good thing Bad Wolf left behind a couple things more than just immortality.

Which one would you want to read?

Martha/Rose season 3 onwards rewrite

Rose and Ten in the MCU

Married Life

It's not really a secret

Rose Tyler's guide to becoming a superhero

Voting ended onDec 1, 2023

[soulless-angel25]

[ID: A drawing of Rose Tyler and Martha Jones. Rose has Martha pulled close to her and is kissing her. The background is gray, and around the two there is a pale yellow outline. A blue light source shines down on them. /end ID]

[quantumshade]

hey!! as u seem to b someone who cares deeply abt women and their relationships to one another, so I was wondering if u had any thoughts on martharose??

short answer: i think they should kiss.

long answer: i HATE how fandom makes them fight i genuinely hate it so much. they would NOT dislike each other you guys just hate women. i can see there being some jealously, especially from rose's side of things, but jealously in like a gay way. she'd be like "well why Wouldn't the doctor want to be with martha. she's gorgeous and brilliant and capable and funny and anyone would be lucky to be with her. i'd be with her if i could." [pause] "....oh." any rewrite that puts rose in the doctor's place in smith and jones and DOESN'T have her kiss martha on the mouth is a coward. like they're very different people from very different backgrounds but i don't think that would create animosity between them. if anything, i think it would be the opposite. both of them make an effort to understand other people's perspectives and i think each of them would appreciate what the other brings to the table. in a gay way. and i think the very little we have of them together in the show supports this. "oh she's good" Rose Tyler I Know What You Are.

(gif i have saved to my phone because i'm crazy)

[incorrect-drwho-quotes]

Rose: Babe, you're so funny! Martha: We have 1492 days until your tragic premature death. You will break my trust three times before that happens, but I forgive you. Rose: Awwww, that's sweet of you!

[quietwings-fics]

The Stars Glow for You

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Martha Jones/Rose Tyler Additional Tags: First Kiss, Episode: s04e13 Journey's End, Cute, Martha Jones Deserves Better, Missing Scene, Fluff and Humor Wordcount: 1653 Summary:

Martha finally gets to meet Rose Tyler. It's almost like Rose is more excited to meet her.

Here she is: Rose Tyler. The legend. The myth. The… woman.

She sits down beside Martha on the edge of the central platform, their legs dangling and swinging slightly as the TARDIS tugs Earth home. Her hair is a mess she’s trying to comb back into sense with her fingers, and when she smiles, her teeth poke out, and she threw herself across the void to find the Doctor again. She succeeded.

Martha knows exactly why he loves her.

“Martha,” Rose says, “Martha Jones?” Like she’s making sure she has it right. Martha nods. Rose’s smile brightens. “You were fantastic.”

Not that Martha needs to be told.

But it’s still something, to hear it from her.

“And you,” she replies. It feels lackluster, but Rose ducks her head. 

“Well,” she says, “did my best, anyway.” She peers back up at Martha. “You’ve traveled with him. You’ve got a… look. Like you’ve seen the worst things the universe has to offer standing right beside the most wonderful ones. He does that. To us, I mean.” Martha wants to ask. She wants, desperately, to know what those things were for Rose. It was one thing to pull herself free of the Doctor’s orbit. Rose is something else entirely; Rose is what his universe revolves around. 

And before she can, Rose tips her head, worries at her bottom lip, and asks in a hushed tone, “What was it like when you-” Martha leans forward, her questions replaced with a dozen different stories all fighting to be told first, all scary and beautiful and exhilarating. 

“Are you gossiping about me?” the Doctor- one of the Doctors calls. Martha doesn’t turn around quick enough to see which, and they’re both looking at her and Rose. Rose shifts beside her, drawing her leg up to fold on the platform. Her knee brushes Martha’s thigh and then rests there, warm and more tangible than any lost dream.

“Stop eavesdropping!” she calls back with ease, and the Doctors huff and harrumph in near perfect unison. One of them casts another glance towards her before focusing on the TARDIS again. Rose shakes her head. Part of Martha expects her to get up and go back to them, but Rose looks back at her. “Do you want to get some privacy?” Martha’s mouth feels drier than it should. Is that a side effect of not being used to traveling the TARDIS? She can’t really remember.

“Yeah,” she says. Rose reaches for her hand, and Martha, like a piece falling into place, lets herself be pulled up to her feet. 

“Where are we going?” she asks. She should have the moment they stood up, but she’d been caught on Rose’s hand wrapped around hers. No one had noticed them wandering off. (Except maybe Jack, though he didn’t call attention to them, only raised his eyebrows and grinned.) Rose hesitated in the TARDIS’s hallway. The engine thrummed peacefully, and the light around them seemed to grow and dim like breathing. 

“I-” Rose laughs, but it’s not a happy sound. “I was going to take you to my room, but it wouldn’t be here anymore, would it? I haven’t been-” The TARDIS, in its way, ripples and bends until there’s a door that wasn’t there. It even opens slightly with the next wave of light as though beckoning them in. “That can’t be...” Rose says. Martha knows that it is. 

“Might as well look,” she says. She squeezes Rose’s hand, and Rose glances down to where their fingers are still tangled together, as though she was so comfortable that she’d forgotten. She doesn’t let go.

Rose’s room is a mess.

“Oh my god,” she says. Her cheeks flame bright pink as Martha stares at her bra on the floor and then very quickly looks anywhere else. “I’m sorry. I’ve been in another dimension. I haven’t really had the chance to clean- Hey!” Rose cuts herself off to pick up a skirt off her bed. She turns it over a few times like she’s inspecting it for damage. It’s perfectly fine. Martha swipes her hand over the (cleared) part of a dresser and doesn’t even come up with dust. It’s like a time capsule. “Sorry,” Rose says, “I got this a few hundred years in the future, and they haven’t been created yet for me to replace it.”

“It’s cute,” Martha says. Rose holds it at her waist to show off. It’s a friendly yellow. 

“That’s not even the best part,” she says. She slides her hand against one of the pleats and then into it. “These are all pockets. Folded up space or something.”

“Really?” Rose grins.

“Yeah. Come see.” Martha’s too curious to stop herself, and it only occurs to her when her hand is already inside that she’s sticking it down Rose’s skirt. Rose’s hand bumps hers inside, and Martha’s face gets hot.

“That’s. Um.” She pulls her hand back while Rose puts the skirt down. “That’s amazing.”

“Until you need to find which one you put something in,” Rose says. “I lost the sonic screwdriver in here once. Life or death situation, and I’ve got Jack and the Doctor both rummaging around in there.” A laugh escapes Martha. “No, that’s not the worst part. Jack says, ‘I’ve found it!’, so sure of himself. He pulls out-” Rose has to bite her lip to finish. “He pulls out a tampon.” Martha loses it, and Rose struggles to keep speaking around her own laughter. “Points it-  Points it right at the bomb- There was a bomb, Martha, and he pointed a tampon at it!” Martha puts her hand out to lean on something and keep her balance. It lands on Rose’s arm. “The Doctor found the screwdriver in time, but that could have been the last thing I ever saw!” Rose’s head falls forward and bumps Martha’s. They both catch their breath between giggles.

“I can’t imagine why the Doctor never told me that story,” Martha says. She wipes at her eyes. God, those tears feel good after the chaos of today. 

“Did he tell you a lot about me?” Rose asks, as if it’s even a question that needs to be asked. Martha schools her expression carefully. 

“Yes,” she says. Rose frowns at her. She looks around at her perfectly preserved room and licks her lips.

“He ever talk about anything but me?” She sounds genuinely apologetic, as if it’s her fault. 

“Once or twice,” Martha says. Rose sighs shortly.

“I’ll smack him for you, if you like. Both of him,” Rose offers. Martha huffs out another laugh. “I’m serious,” Rose says, but she can’t keep a serious expression to back that up. “I will. I could get my mum to do it, too. She’s been waiting.”

“I don’t need you to,” Martha says. She pauses. “I kind of want to see that, though.”

“It’s good for him. He likes it.” Rose flushes suddenly. “He- I meant, it keeps him humble.” Martha opens her mouth, considers whether she really wants an answer to what she’s dying to ask, and shuts it again. 

“He did lose you,” Martha says. “I try to keep that in mind, so I feel a little more charitable.”

“Yeah, but he had you,” Rose says. “What’s he doing not shutting up about me when you’re here? You’re incredible. You just tried to hold the Earth hostage to get rid of the Daleks.”

“It didn’t work,” Martha points out, but her face is getting hot again. 

“You still went for it, though,” Rose says. “You’re bold, and you’re smart, and you’re gorgeous-” Rose’s mouth snaps shut around whatever she was going to say next. She looks like she’s trying to keep a frog trapped in her mouth until she finally manages to speak again. “This is Jack’s fault. I stand around him too long, and I start saying… anything, apparently.”

“I don’t mind,” Martha says. Rose’s mouth quirks.

“Course you don’t. You’re the one getting compliments.” 

“So those are the only ones I get?” It’s a bad idea to let Rose draw her in, but orbiting the Doctor had always been such a lonely thing to do. Rose is like the sun. Martha feels warm beneath her gaze. All of Rose’s attention is on her, and it feels amazing.

“I think I could come up with a few more.” That, Martha’s sure, is a line she’s stolen from Jack, if only because the way she says it sounds like him. 

It’s an even worse idea to let Rose kiss her, but when Rose reaches for her hand again and looks down at her mouth, Martha can’t do anything else. Rose’s other hand rises to her cheek when she kisses Martha. Martha’s sure Rose can feel the way she’s flushed beneath her palm. Martha’s hands hover at Rose’s waist, and Rose leans forward into the kiss until Martha holds onto her to keep them both steady. Rose’s shirt rides up, and Martha’s fingers find themselves against bare skin. 

Rose giggles against Martha's mouth. She’s ticklish, Martha thinks, Rose Tyler is ticklish. There’s something the Doctor never thought to mention.

Kissing the Doctor, once, had been like a run-in with a tornado, something she was lucky to survive and had chased the thrill of until she realized it might just kill her.

Kissing Rose is like… like the first night Martha was on the TARDIS and the gentle hum of it lulled her to sleep. Kissing Rose is like when she woke up the next morning with an extra pillow under her arm for her to hold and a heavier blanket over her feet like she’d always liked to sleep when she was at home. Kissing Rose is like she’s being invited to stay. 

Rose pulls back first. She looks a little nervous. “Alright?” she asks.

Martha wiggles her fingers at Rose’s side again to hear her small laugh again. 

“Amazing,” she says.

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