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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Jackie Tyler, Rose Tyler, Metacrisis Tenth Doctor Additional Tags: Tentoosday (Doctor Who), Fluff, Domestic Fluff Summary:
Mia is taking in strays and life is good.
Written for @metacrisisdoctor
for answering questions, figuring out feelings, and smoothing out jagged edges
a fanfic writer appreciation post and fic rec list for anyone who needs some Rose x Tentoo angst, fluff, smut, and/or resolution after watching Journey’s End:
Fresh Start by @oodlyenough
“…Yeah,” Rose said after a moment. She sounded amused, and though he suspected that was at him rather than with him, he counted it as a victory.
Observations of Competitive Reproduction (self-rec)
He tells himself that because it’s better than feeling that twisting sensation inside his chest, suspiciously close to where a second heart should be. And how do you prove that you are who are you are, anyway?
Better Living through Domesticity by @allrightfine
And there, between their palms, is a first. The first time it's not just her sweat-slicked hand dampening their grip. It's his hand, too. Warm and wet and (part) human.
In Good Spirits by rosa-acicularis
“Give me a month,” she says. “In a month, I’ll know what to say.”
Laddie, Lie Near Me by @abadplanwellexecuted
The Doctor stood on a chilly, wind-swept beach in Norway and watched Rose break apart.
A Cage by @tripwirealarm
A vignette. Lust is his vestigial tail.
pity this busy monster by @stoprobbersfic
He is reeling – from his (re)generation, from the Daleks, from That Kiss – and falling deeper and deeper into his own head.
The Application of Simple Science by @gallifreyburning
Well. He’d hardly spoken two words to her since the beach, accepting her desire for a separate room without comment and merely nodding at her when she said good night. She knew with perfect clarity what other thing he meant, cold wind whipping off the ocean, his breath warm in her ear: I love you.
Plotting a New Course by goldy
“I’m not him ‘cos he wouldn’t tell you he loves you? Rose, do you have any idea how screwed up that sounds?”
Epilogue (self rec)
The Doctor worries the inside of one cheek. He’s human now, or at least this version of him is; for all that it’s new and terrifying and not at all what he wanted, he supposes he should probably start acting like one. (If he pretends everything is normal, then eventually it will feel that way, right?)
Sleep Talking
Rose wasn't sure when exactly it had started but a few weeks after being left in an alternate universe together (and a few days after he finally moved into her bedroom), Rose woke up to the sound of the Doctor's voice.
"Sssshhh, no, don't answer the phone Tony. It's a weevil."
"What," she had mumbled, lifting her head and squinting at him. It was pitch black in their room and her eyes were blurry with sleep, but she could just make out the features of his face enough to see that his eyes were closed.
"Don't let it in the banana grove."
She smiled then, biting her lip to keep from giggling and waking him up. He rarely let himself get a full night's sleep and a curious part of her wanted to listen in on his dreams.
It went on for months. Every few nights she would wake up from her own dreams to listen in on his, watching him as his imagination and memories collided. Most of the time it was nonsense, but sometimes she would catch bits of conversation that made a little bit of sense.
Sometimes he would say something and his voice would hardly be his own. Either it was dark and demanding or it was thick with guilt and it would crack with emotion. She still didn't wake him, even though she knew he was dreaming about the war, but she would scoot closer to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him until she felt him settle beneath her and she could tell the dream was over.
Other times it was lighter things that would make her laugh. Sometimes she would join in, talking to him and seeing what kind of response she could get.
"She took my chocolate."
"Who took your chocolate?"
"Hermoine."
He dreamed about Hogwarts a lot.
One night she heard her own name.
"Rose, she's beautiful."
She sat up, hearing the awe in his voice and immediately feeling jealous.
"Who's beautiful?"
"She looks just like you, Rose."
"Who does?"
His lips twitched up until he was almost smiling but he didn't respond.
"Doctor, who are you talking about?"
"You made her, Rose. I'm so proud of you."
Her eyes widened with understanding as wonder replaced jealousy.
The next morning was the first time she ever brought up his sleep talking to him.
A week later she threw the rest of her birth control in the bin.
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another edit i did out of boredom
Every now and then the stars align Boy and girl meet by the great design Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones? Everybody told me love was blind Then I saw your face and you blew my mind Finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time Feels like, feels like, you know, It feels like falling in love for the first time
Lana Del Rey - Lucky Ones
Sensitive (Rose/Tentoo ficlet)
Summary: Tentoo struggles with the control over his new half human body. Rating: Adult Pairing: Rose/Tentoo Wordcount: 844 A/N: After this fic kept me awake last night, I just had to write it. It was supposed to be much longer, but since it was my first try in writing something adult-ish I doubt I will continue... I will go and hide now *blushes* (also, this is un-beta'd and English is not my mother tongue, sorry for any mistakes)
The Doctor lets out a needy sigh against her lips as Rose pushes him back onto the bed and climbs on top of him. His right hand wanders to the back of her head and and he tangles his fingers into the blonde strands of her hair, pulling her closer to him to deepen the kiss. Rose responds hungrily, taking the invitation of his open mouth to push her tongue past his lips where he meets her with his own. It starts slow, but quickly the kiss is getting frantic and messy, both of them too far gone for any finesse.
Rose tastes like the wine they had for dinner and makes him groan when she nips at his bottom lip. At this moment, she is everything to him; she is all around him, her taste, her scent, the soft noises of pleasure she makes in the back of her throat and the feeling of her soft breasts against his naked chest.
Rose trails her hand down his body and doesn't hesitate when she reaches his pyjama bottoms. Instead, she slips her hand under the soft cotton and wraps her fingers around his hard cock. She strokes up and down, a firm grip around his member, eight times, nine times, and fuckfuckfuckfuck it's too fast and he tries desperately to think of something else than her talented fingers around him, but then she swirls her thumb around the tip and grazes her teeth against his neck and he comes with a hoarse shout.
Rose pulls back a little, looking a bit surprised. The Doctor feels how his blood rushes to his cheeks, his erection softening at the same time. He lets out a groan, a sound of frustration now rather than pleasure, and covers his eyes with his hand. He can't look at her right now.
“I'm sorry, Rose, I'm so sorry.”
He hears how Rose shifts beside him, but doesn't open his eyes.
“It's alright, Doctor, look at me,” she says softly.
“Nooo, it's not. I'm sorry. New body, new nerve endings, everything is a bit sensitive. And these bloody human hormones-”
Rose interrupts him by firmly pressing her lips to his.
When she pulls back, he finally dares to look at her and is amazed by the love and understanding in her eyes.
“I said it's okay, Doctor, and I mean it.”
She wipes her hand on his pyjama bottoms and sits up, shooting him a grin with her tongue poking out at the corner of her mouth.
“Go on, get cleaned up and then join me in bed, yeah?”
Hastily the Doctor flees into the bathroom, thankful that they are alone in Rose's flat and not at the Tyler mansion any more, where they had spent the first week after they came back together from Norway. He uses the loo, cleans up and changes into fresh pyjama bottoms. He hesitates a moment before going back into the bedroom they are sharing since a few days and curses his human body together with the whole universe.
After shyly tiptoeing around each other for a while and a lot of snogging in the last few days, they finally arrived at the next step and he mucked it up quite spectacularly. It was over before they even started.
It's frustrating, how very little control he has over this half human body compared to his old Timelord self. And Rose has such an incredible amount of patience for him while she would deserve so much more. With a sigh he leaves the safety of the bathroom, only to find Rose already curled up in bed. She opens her arms for him when he steps towards the bed and he gratefully sinks into the embrace.
His head rests on her shoulder, her breasts just a few inches away from his mouth and he wants to take her nipples into his mouth, suck and nibble until she is begging and squirming under him, but Rose lets out a content sigh, combs her fingers into his hair with unhurried motions and he doesn't want to disturb this quiet, peaceful moment.
“Sorry,” he mumbles again and hears Rose chuckle in response.
“You said that already. Stop worrying, Doctor.”
“It's just... not exactly like I imagined it, going off like a teenager, the first time you touch me.”
“It's not your fault, you said so yourself, right? You're still adjusting to this body.”
“Yep, everything is still a bit... overwhelming. Especially you.”
Rose laughs, a sound he has missed so much in the last years, and she adjusts her position until she can press a kiss to his lips. She gives him a wicked smile.
“I think we'll just have to practise a lot. We'll get better, yeah?”
The Doctor suddenly flips them over; Rose is on her back and he hovers over her, and he grins at her surprised expression before trailing wet kisses down her neck.
“No, I'll get better,” he promises and finally takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak until she gasps.
“You're already perfect.”
