#missyrose

[ghostsfanficevents]

Doctor Who Missyrose Week, 23rd-29th June

Rules, other information, and the prompts written out below the cut

Rules + Other information

This is a missyrose week, the focus should be on the missy/rose

NSFW works are welcome, just tag everything correctly on ao3 and hide anything explicit under a cut on tumblr

This is not fanfic exclusive, any form of work is welcome. If you think it suits the prompt go for it

Alt prompts can be used in place of one of the main ones, in combination with main prompts, or done separately. They can be used as many times as you like (though maybe don't do seven different alt 2s)

Use tags MissRose week and MissRose week 25 on tumblr

If posting to ao3 add it to the collection Doctor Who missyrose Week 2025

You don't have to do everyday if you don't want to. If you wanted, you could do just Day 1 and leave it at that

Late entries are more than welcome, you could do this event in three years time and (as long as I'm still active) it'll get the exact same treatment as all the other entries so go ahead and tag me in those too

I will be rebloging entries! To make this easier for me please tag me

I will use the tag dwmr 25 reblog in my reblogs

And most importantly, have fun with it!

Prompts

Day 1. First Meeting Day 2. Memories Day 3. Affection Day 4. Reaction Day 5. "This isn't safe" Day 6. Space Ship Day 7. Bad Wolf

Alt 1. Soulmate AU Alt 2. No Doctor AU

please reblog for a wider reach

[quietwingsinthesky]

For prompt sunday: missy/rose with it being rose post s4 Finale

fun with immortal rose and newly regenerated missy, let’s goooo. they are so silly.

Rose Tyler keeps living.

Of course she’s angry about that, left in another dimension until everyone around her that she loves grows old and dies. Of course she mourns it, once she runs out of anger. Of course she tries to be the Doctor for this universe, but in the end, she’s still Rose.

It was a good life. It’s time for her to find another. She has to reconstruct the dimension cannon mostly by herself, but if there’s one thing she has to spare, it’s time. She loses track of how many years it takes, but at the end, she takes one final aim between dimensional fabric and blasts right through.

“My TARDIS is built out of firmer things than wood and straw. You’ll have to try a little harder to knock it down,” is the first thing Rose hears, but really, the only word that matters is TARDIS. It’s too good to be true, she knows that, or her memory of how good the cannon’s aim used to be does.

Still, she picks herself up off the floor, throws her gaze around the opulent console room until it lands on the woman standing by the controls, and asks, “Doctor?” The woman curtseys playfully.

“Yes, it’s me, the Doctor, catching pretty strays as they tear through dimensions.” Rose narrows her eyes.

“Oh, you’re definitely not the Doctor,” she says, absolutely certain.

“Excuse you! I could be!”

“What’s my name then?” Rose asks.

“It’s been centuries,” the woman protests. Rose raises an eyebrow. “You’re his- my Big Bad Wolf.” She has the same wild look in her eyes as the Doctor, Rose will give her that, but she’s not fooling anyone, least of all Rose herself.

“My name is Rose. Who the hell are you?”

“Fine. Not the Doctor. And still figuring the rest out, but there’s two things I know for certain: One, I’m the Doctor’s very best friend-”

“He never mentioned you,” Rose deadpans.

“And two,” the woman speaks over her, clearly annoyed by that, “you may address me as… the Master.” The showiness of that reveal is ruined when a moment later, she cringes from her own words. “No, no, you may not. I told you, I’m still cooking.”

“Look, if you’re the Doctor’s friend, you know where he is. Can you take me to him?”

“Now that you mention it, I could. I will. You’re a much better present than what I was planning.”

“I’m not a present!”

“Cybermen it is, then!”

“What- No! What is wrong with you?!” The woman cackles, and it’s alarming, how much her laughter also sounds like the Doctor’s.

“They don’t even have a word for it,” she says. She looks Rose up and down. “Oh, you wouldn’t understand. How old are you? Twenty?”

“I lost track around two hundred,” Rose says. For the first time, the woman stills, and when she look at Rose again, there’s more than amusement behind her eyes. Rose isn’t sure she’d call it respect, but it’s near enough.

“Wouldn’t want him to be too happy to see you,” the woman says, finally. “It is his fault, isn’t it? He’ll find a way to blame me, even if it is, but I want to hold it over his head.”

“I think it might be my own fault,” Rose says, and she approaches the console. The controls, even after all these years, are familiar to her. Crystallized in her memory, a borrowed heart’s worth of knowledge.

“If we blame him, we get to watch him squirm. Mistress! There’s the word. That is so me, don’t you think?” She lays a hand over one heart, and Rose laughs.

“I’m not calling you that.”

“Yet,” says the Mistress.

[incorrect-drwho-quotes]

Missy: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Rose: I wrote you a poem. Missy, already crying:You did?

[quietwings-fics]

new in town (born here)

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: MissyRose Additional Tags: Immortal Rose Tyler, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Humor, Light Angst, First Meetings, Pre-Season/Series 08 Wordcount: 618 Summary:

Rose goes back. She lands in the wrong TARDIS.

Prompt:

"missy/rose with it being rose post s4 Finale"

Rose Tyler keeps living.

Of course she’s angry about that, left in another dimension until everyone around her that she loves grows old and dies. Of course she mourns it, once she runs out of anger. Of course she tries to be the Doctor for this universe, but in the end, she’s still Rose.

It was a good life. It’s time for her to find another. She has to reconstruct the dimension cannon mostly by herself, but if there’s one thing she has to spare, it’s time. She loses track of how many years it takes, but at the end, she takes one final aim between dimensional fabric and blasts right through.

“My TARDIS is built out of firmer things than wood and straw. You’ll have to try a little harder to knock it down,” is the first thing Rose hears, but really, the only word that matters is TARDIS. It’s too good to be true, she knows that, or her memory of how good the cannon’s aim used to be does.

Still, she picks herself up off the floor, throws her gaze around the opulent console room until it lands on the woman standing by the controls, and asks, “Doctor?” The woman curtsies playfully.

“Yes, it’s me, the Doctor, catching pretty strays as they tear through dimensions.” Rose narrows her eyes.

“You’re definitely not the Doctor,” she says, absolutely certain.

“Excuse you! I could be!”

“What’s my name then?” Rose asks.

“It’s been centuries,” the woman protests. Rose raises an eyebrow. “You’re his- my Big Bad Wolf.” She has the same wild look in her eyes as the Doctor, Rose will give her that, but she’s not fooling anyone, least of all Rose herself.

“My name is Rose. Who the hell are you?”

“Fine. Not the Doctor. And still figuring the rest out, but there’s two things I know for certain: One, I’m the Doctor’s very best friend-”

“He never mentioned you,” Rose deadpans.

“And two,” the woman speaks over her, clearly annoyed by that, “you may address me as… the Master.” The showiness of that reveal is ruined when a moment later, she cringes from her own words. “No, no, you may not. I told you, I’m still cooking.”

“Look, if you’re the Doctor’s friend, you know where he is. Can you take me to him?”

“Now that you mention it, I could. I will. You’re a much better present than what I was planning.”

“I’m not a present!”

“Cybermen it is, then!”

“What- No! What is wrong with you?!” The woman cackles, and it’s alarming, how much her laughter also sounds like the Doctor’s.

“They don’t even have a word for it,” she says. She looks Rose up and down. “Oh, you wouldn’t understand. How old are you? Twenty?”

“I lost track around two hundred,” Rose says. For the first time, the woman stills, and when she look at Rose again, there’s more than amusement behind her eyes. Rose isn’t sure she’d call it respect, but it’s near enough.

“Wouldn’t want him to be too happy to see you,” the woman says, finally. “It is his fault, isn’t it? He’ll find a way to blame me, even if it is, but I want to hold it over his head.”

“I think it might be my own fault,” Rose says, and she approaches the console. The controls, even after all these years, are familiar to her. Crystallized in her memory, a borrowed heart’s worth of knowledge.

“If we blame him, we get to watch him squirm. Mistress! There’s the word. That is so me, don’t you think?” She lays a hand over one heart, and Rose laughs.

“I’m not calling you that.”

“Yet,” says the Mistress.

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[doyoushipthisdweuship]

DO YOU SHIP IT? - MISSY & ROSE TYLER

I ship it!

I'm neutral on it.

I don't ship it.

I don't know the characters.

Voting ended onOct 20, 2024

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[soulless-angel25]

missyrose has significantly less fics on ao3 then I thought

[incorrect-drwho-quotes]

Missy: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely. Dhawan!Master, Martha, & Jack: Okay. Missy: If you don't want to die, give me all your money. Dhawan!Master: Bold of you to assume I have money. Martha: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die. Jack: Bold of you to assume I can die

[incorrect-drwho-quotes]

*at 3am* Doctor: *runs into Missy’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead! Missy: *wakes up* Dude! Doctor: *cackles* Rose: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind Missy* What the fuck, Doctor? Doctor: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT-