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[countessselena]

Nutters of the Lost Ark (Or: Why the Doctor Disapproves of Indiana Jones and His Leather Jacket)

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Nine x Rose

Summary: The Doctor and Rose discuss sartorial preferences while watching Indiana Jones. Predictably, the discussion becomes very…heated.

Notes: Hello shiny people! I’m back after a few weeks break since finishing my last (lengthy) fic. This time we have something light, fluffy, silly and short (and NINE). I blame @aintfraidanoghosts entirely for this fic because she begged me to write it when this crazy nonsense popped into my head while watching Raiders of the Lost Ark a while ago. So really, IT IS ALL HER FAULT that I ended up writing this on a Monday morning when I was supposed to be working. So….yeah this fic is for her. No beta, all mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy and please don’t kill me for this silliness!

Also on A03 and Teaspoon.

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“You’ve got to be jokin’. ”

“Wha’?” Rose said, eyes glued to the screen as the Doctor plopped onto the sofa beside her. 

“How can you watch this rubbish, Rose?”

“What’s wrong with it? ‘S Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark!” she said indignantly, blindly reaching for another handful of popcorn.

“He’s traipsing about the jungle in a leather jacket!” The Doctor offered her the bowl. “Who does that, then?”

Rose choked. “‘Scuse me?”

“Nobody wears a leather jacket in the jungle on the way to liberate Aztec artefacts from a glorified seesaw!”

“Say what?”

 “You heard me. This director is barking, Harrison Ford or no Harrison Ford. Raiders of the Lost Ark, indeed. Nutters of the Lost Ark, more like it!”

Rose turned to stare at him. “You did not just say that.”

“Did so!” He raised his eyebrows smugly. “What of it?”

“You did not just say that nobody- Doctor, you wear a leather jacket in the jungle!” She shook her head disbelievingly. “You do it all the time!”

“Well…that’s different.” The Time Lord shifted uncomfortably and set the bowl on the table in front of them.

“You also wore a leather jacket in the snow and in the desert and to the beach and my cousin Robbie’s weddin’!”

“‘S not the same thing !” The Doctor folded his arms, leather jacket creaking.  

“Why not?” Rose silently thanked the TARDIS for pausing the movie for her. “He’s wearin’ a leather jacket in the jungle, you wear a jacket in the jungle. You wore a leather jacket in the Plentimen jungle just last week!”

“‘M not sayin’ there’s sommat wrong with leather, Rose!” He scowled. “Happen to like leather, me. ‘M just saying leather isn’t appropriate for his…activities! ‘S just daft for a human to wear leather in a hot, humid jungle! You overheat at the drop of a hat, you lot!”

She smirked, suddenly understanding the cause of his little outburst. “Oh please, don’t start that whole ‘Time Lord biology’ bit again.” She rolled her eyes and turned back to the movie, sending another wave of gratitude to the TARDIS for restarting at just the right time, receiving a pleased hum in return. “Just admit you’re jealous of Harrison Ford and move on, Doctor.”

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[countessselena]

Wherever You Are (Ch14/14: Epilogue)

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Ten x Rose

Summary: A post-GITF sick-fic UA. What if Rose had come away with more than nightmares after her run-in with the clockwork droids? What if her trust in the Doctor had been so fractured that she’d been afraid to tell him? And what if that broken trust might just lead to a dangerous situation for Rose? Will the Doctor be able fix it in time? Note: Trigger warning for non-explicit DV, self-loathing, PTSD, medical emergency.

Notes:  Helloooooo shiny people! I can’t believe we’re finally here- THE EPILOGUE! The very final chapter of this fic, which was written for the @doctor-rose-events​ classic tropes event. Thank you all for coming on this crazy ride with me- I couldn’t have done it without you and you’re all fabulous.<3 I hope this brief look at a very different future with Rose and the Doctor (I couldn’t help kicking Doomsday in the bum, repeatedly) will leave us all in a good place, and with hope going forward. There’s ALWAYS hope, and no one is broken beyond repair. To that end, I’ll be posting a non-fic chapter in the next day or two with a list of trauma, counselling and DV resources that my wonderful people around the world have sent me. Keep an eye out for that in the next few days.I hope that you’ve all enjoyed this story, and I have to give a big shoutout to everyone who has encouraged me and left comments, the ladies on Fangirlia who have listened to me whine and complain incessantly, Aintafraidanoghosts for listening to me whine on chat EVERY SINGLE DAY, and finally, @rose–nebula​, without whom I could not have done this. She’s beta’d every chapter, every week, no matter what crazy time of day or night I’ve sent them, and supported me emotionally and mentally when I was ready to fling a chapter into the abyss or set it on fire. I could not have done this without you, my dear. Thank you more than I can say <3 <3 <3 All mistakes are mine, and of course all recognisable dialogue from the episode belongs to one Mr RTD. I hope you enjoy!

Also on:    A03    |   Teaspoon

Tumblr:   Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2 |  Chapter 3 | Chapter 4  | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7  | Chapter 8 |  Chapter 9 |  Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13

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“Hello?”

“Jack! Thank God. Are you in Cardiff?” Rose clutched the mobile to her ear, watching in disbelief as the Doctor smacked the TARDIS console with a mallet. 

“Rosie! Yeah, Mickey and I are at headquarters. Why? Is everything OK?”

The TARDIS jolted. 

“Behave!” the Doctor snapped, scowling at the console. 

“Oh my…hold on Jack- Doctor, stop smacking her!” Rose snapped. “Have you lost your mind?”

“She won’t do it, Rose! She’s resisting!”

“Rose?” Jack’s tone was suddenly sharp, all semblance of relaxed chit-chat gone. “What’s going on?”

“We’re flying down the highway, chasing a taxi driven by a robot santa, that’s what’s goin’ on!”

“What? What highway? Where are you?”

“London.” Rose took over holding down various knobs from the Doctor as he inched closer to the door.  “Specifically, chasin’ a woman in a weddin’ dress to Chiswick, or wherever this robot is takin’ her.” She closed her eyes and ignored Donna’s screeched “Oh, you are kidding me!” as the TARDIS scraped the road beside the taxi, the bump almost knocking Rose off her feet. 

“Rose? What the hell is happening?”

“You’ve got to jump!” the Doctor shouted, almost hanging out of the doorway.

“Who’s jumping?” Jack demanded.

“It’ll take too long to explain! Look, I need you to do somethin’ for me Jack- quickly!”

“What do you need?”

“I need you to find out everything you can about a woman who’s booked to get married at St Mary’s Church in Chiswick today. Her name’s Donna.”

“Last name?”

“Dunno. Once you’ve got it from the church, I need you to run it on every system you have- find out everythin’ about her.”

“Why?”

“Because she showed up on the TARDIS while she was in mid-flight, Jack! Just appeared in the middle of the vortex!”

There was a gasp. “You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not kiddin’! I don’t have time to kid! I need you to do it now, Jack, please!”

“On it.” She heard Jack barking orders to someone beside him to call the church, followed by the clack of a keyboard moments later. “I’ll dig up everything I can, Rosie.”

“Thanks,” she exhaled, staring in disbelief as Donna hesitated to jump out of the taxi. “Quick as you can, Jack! There’s somethin’ weird going on here.”

“Whatever that thing is, it needs you,” the Doctor pleaded with Donna, stretching out his arm. “And whatever it needs you for, it’s not good! Now, come on!”

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[pellaaearien]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Lee McAvoy/Donna Noble Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, River Song, Donna Noble, Lee McAvoy, Amy Pond (Doctor Who) Additional Tags: Episode AU: s04e08-09 Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead, Reunions, Dimension-Hopping Rose Tyler, Married The Doctor/Rose Tyler, The Doctor & River Song Aren’t Married, Telepathic Bond, Timey-Wimey, Canonical Character Death, Temporary Character Death, River Song Dies, (but not forever), Happy Ending for Everyone, (including River), Canon Compliant River Song, Rewrite, Fix-It of Sorts Summary:

Hopefully this clears up the rest of the questions people have.

A/N: Thank you so much everyone for reading! Thank you again to @saecookie for the beta, and thank you to all who left kudos and reviews! It’s felt good to post something again. See you around!

[doctorroseficreclists]

Fake Married/Engagement Fic Rec List

fic rec list masterpost | tropes masterlist

💘 = adult rating (For longer fics, this likely only applies to some chapters).

        newly added

💘 Life of Sin by @goingtothetardis (TenxRose, short story)

The Name Game by orphan account (TenxRose, ficlet)

Run and Hide for Your Life by @doctor-who-hears-a-horton (TenxRose, HN/FoB, novel)

The Wedding Game by @jeeno2 (TenxRose, short story)

What Do You Say? by @emkaywho (NinexRose, short story)

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[tardisbibliothek]

I'm looking for a fic... Somehow Ten g6et Rose back after Doomsday and they travel, she gets pregnant and they go to Pete's world to tell Jackie but she has a fit and calls both Ten and the baby a "thing" it doesn't go well... Anyone?

HI, I’m sorry, but I can’t help you out with that. Baby fic isn’t my thing. ;)

However, try @dwficfinder for more assistance! They might be able to find what you’re looking for!

[lirlovesfic]

The Choice

Summary: After GitF, the TARDIS brings the Doctor, Rose, and Mickey back to the Powell Estate to solve a problem involving the TARDIS herself. But when they see a familiar face, the face of someone who should not exist, they realize the problem is deeper than they thought and could endanger the Doctor’s very existence. Primary characters: Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith, Jackie Tyler. Genres: Romance, mystery, adventure, drama, character study, HN AU, fobbed!Nine, sick TARDIS. Pairings: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose Rating: Adult

Warning: none for this chapter

Catch up: on AO3, on TSP, on ffnet

 Epilogue

The Doctor strode from the future TARDIS to his own, his long legs making short work of the distance, reckoning that he had mere seconds to enter and take off. If he knew Rose Tyler—and he did—she’d follow him, and he’d told her the truth: if Rose walked him to his TARDIS, he didn’t know what he’d do. Even now he was tempted to go back, get Rose, and tell her to run.

At the door, he patted the pockets of his leather jacket. Then he remembered. No key. He swore under his breath. He had no idea where he’d lost it, but he hadn’t had it on him when he’d come to in the alley on New Year’s. He glanced over his shoulder. No, he couldn’t go back in the other TARDIS and get another.

Hoping it was still there, he reached into the tiny compartment over the P in Police Box. He sighed in relief when his fingers touched the spare key in it.

He heard the other TARDIS’s door open. He’d been right. Rose had followed him. He quickly unlocked the door in front of him, slipped inside, and crossed to the console. Not taking the time to set coordinates, he jerked down a lever and sent the ship into the vortex.

He sank down on the jump seat and, elbows on knees, dropped his head in his hands. Leaving Rose behind hadn’t been the hardest thing he’d ever done, but it was way, way up there.

He hoped future him wasn’t a complete idiot and managed to fix things with Rose, but he wouldn’t place a bet on it. It was obvious from the other Doctor’s reaction that there was far more going on between the two of them than he knew.

But in his opinion, whatever it was was irrelevant. This whole mess needed fixing, and he was determined it would get fixed. And if he didn’t trust his future self to do it—and he didn't—then there was only one answer.

As the old saying went, if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself.

Read more:  on AO3,  on TSP, on ffnet  

[davinaswife]

Fic Rec: GitF Fix-it Fest

GitF was the episode for today’s Doctor Who Lockdown watch, and since I’m not a fan of this particular story for multitudes of reasons (with a few tweaks it would have been AMAZING and someday I’ll write a fic of it), I decided to put a list together highlighting the talents of many Ten x Rose shippers in making a masterpiece out of a disaster. I compiled this on twitter with the hashtag #gitffixitfest

I’ll start with the fics I personally recced, and then I’ll link to some lists from @doctorroseficreclists​, @tardisbibliothek​, and @thedalektables​. Some fics are on multiple lists. Please check the fics at their links for all tags/ratings, etc.

Thank you to @goingtothetardis, @aroseofstone, and @chiaroscuroverse for the assistance!

Leave Us Behind @goingtothetardis​ The Doctor must face the consequences of his behavior from the adventure on the space station and in France.

The Beginning of Wisdom (Or How the Doctor Learned Not to Piss Off His Mother-In-Law) @goingtothetardis​ The Doctor can’t figure out why Rose is mad at him after the situation in France, and after receiving a useful suggestion from Mickey, the Doctor sets off to resolve the problem. The TARDIS, however, has other ideas and sends the Doctor to where he really needs to be.

The girl on the horse orange_crushed (Live Journal) She’s on the horse, picking glass out of her hair.

Time Will Tell @lauraxxtennant​ Reinette is aboard the TARDIS. Or, I should say, a hopefully slightly more historically accurate Reinette is aboard the TARDIS. How does this affect the Doctor, Rose and Mickey? How long will she stay?

Got To Be There @davinasgirlfriend​ (Thirteen x Rose makes an appearance) The Doctor takes Rose to a leisure planet so she can relax after returning from the parallel world. As they are checking in, the Doctor accidentally books them separate rooms. The Doctor’s been a bit of an idiot after stranding her and Mickey on the S.S. Madame de Pompadour, so Rose doesn’t mind the personal space, and even makes a new friend. How will the Doctor ever make it up to her?

Enemies to Lovers @davinasgirlfriend​ The Doctor and Rose end up in another parallel universe shortly after their visit to Pete’s World, finding that they’ve left the events between them on the SS Madame de Pompadour unresolved. They meet parallel versions of themselves who are also in the middle of a row. The Doctor and Rose help sort out the parallel couple’s argument, but they didn’t count on receiving help in return.

Memories of India, or the Dancing Shiva @davinasgirlfriend​ After leaving the parallel universe, the Doctor and Rose discover that their relationship isn’t as simple as it seems. They think their visit to some of his friends in Calcutta is for a good meal, but they may have bitten off more than they can chew.

Trouble is a Woman @abadplanwellexecuted​ (WIP) The Doctor’s timing is slightly better post-GitF.  Reinette comes along for the ride.  Trouble ensues.

Minuet @megabadbunny​ “Rude,” says Rose, but she laughs. She squeezes his other hand, the one leading them around the ballroom along with the rest of the courtiers. “It’s been five and a half months, and that’s all you’ve got to say to me?”

No Place Like Holm @megabadbunny​ Maybe she wasn’t the most important woman in France, but Rose wasn’t bloody expendable, like so much cheap luggage or a forgotten pet.

Fic Rec List

@tardisbibliothek​ rec list 

@doctorroseficreclists​ General List

@doctorroseficreclists​ Rose leaving the TARDIS

@doctorroseficreclists​ Nine getting involved

@doctorroseficreclists​ Evil!Reinette

@doctorroseficreclists​ Ten and Reinette is really Ten x Rose

@thedalektables​ Set during GitF. Rewrite. Added scenes. 

@thedalektables​ What happens when the ending outcome of GitF is changed

@thedalektables​ The repercussions of GitF when it follows canon

[gingerteaonthetardis]

If you're still accepting prompts I'm craving some sexy-intense-lounging-like-a-panther!Nine x Rose! (SFW or NSFW, whatever your comfortable with)

okay, this prompt made me craaaazy (in a good way). i had to stop it before it grew out of my control. mature-ish, but not nsfw. and anon, bless you for this blatant permission to objectify nine.

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𝕋𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙

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“You know you do this… thing,” Rose begins conversationally, rolling onto her side. Her hair fans out over the pillow behind her, catching gold in the light from their bedside lamp, by which the Doctor is currently reading. But he pauses at her words, looking down over the top of his horn-rimmed glasses.

“A ‘thing’?”

Rose nods, her flushing cheek rubbing against the cotton. “Mhm, a thing.”

“What sort of ‘thing’?” he asks, putting aside his book. It’s interesting, of course, but not as interesting as whatever is bringing that heat to Rose’s cheeks.

“You were doing it just now,” she evades. “Like, sort of a… lounging thing.”

He doesn’t laugh outright, but he grins despite himself at her tentative tone. It must be good, whatever Rose is thinking, to make her look like that. And her heart speeds along like the wings of a butterfly. “What ‘lounging thing’?”

Her smile is the sun where his is the moon—similarly shaped, but hers is infinitely brighter. He can remember a time, not terribly distant, when he had thought that smile to be as separate from him as any star in the sky. But then, their relationship had evolved into this—nighttime rituals and shared airspace and having a side of the bed that belonged to her—and her smiles had only grown. Brighter, the closer he came. And more focused: she has special smirks and fond grins, reserved only for him. He is part of her orbit.

Still, it occasionally catches him off-guard, to see her twinkling up at him like a patch of starlight.

“Tell me,” he insists, leaning down over her as if his proximity might overcome her uncharacteristic timidity. And she huffs, though he doesn’t know why; she’s the one who mentioned the so-called “thing.”

“It’s a sort of… lounging… broody,” and at some point her eyes drift away from his, unable to maintain the contact, “intense… ‘look at my long limbs, Rose, don’t you want to just… climb me like a tree,’ sexy kind of… thing.” And as if to prove her point, her gaze drags down over him, taking in the deep vee of his maroon sweater, his loose track pants—her purchase, of course—and his boldly bare feet. 

He thinks that maybe she sees something in the careless sprawl of his limbs, one leg bent while the other stretches, head propped on one hand, chin at an angle. And maybe there is—has always been—a part of him, trying to tell her:

I am open.

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[goingtothetardis]

This Year In Fic: 2019

Misc Ships [Deckerstar and Steggy]:

Believe in Me | Deckerstar | All ages | 1021 words 

In This Lifetime | Deckerstar | Mature | 543 words

The Shopping Date | Deckerstar | Teen | 1,584 words

Steps into a New Future | Steve x Peggy | All ages | 861 words

Doctor x Rose:

Real, Honest-to-God Sex | Ten x Rose | Adult | 421 words

Love me with your lips | Ten x Rose | Teen | 966 words After the incident with the Wire, Rose is more than willing to help remind the Doctor that she’s still very much alive.

New New Fortuna | Ten x Rose AU | All ages | 2,241 words After discovering a statue made in her image at the British Museum, Rose has an unexpected encounter with the artist himself.

Going Native | Nine x Rose | Teen+ | 1,238 words “Now, again, why are you naked? Why does anyone have to be naked?”

Something Like A Superhero | Ten x Rose (referenced); Mickey & Rose (friendship) | All ages | 1,052 words When Pete gives the green light to start work on the dimension cannon, Rose takes a moment to reflect on the person she used to be… and the woman she’s become.

The Skies Beyond | Ten x Rose AU | All ages | 1,234 words Royalty & Circus AU

31 Days of Ficmas 2019 | Ten x Rose Neighbor AU | Teen | 13,343 words  31 (or something like that) Days of Ficmas with James Noble and Rose Tyler: New neighbors James and Rose get to know each other during the holiday season. Typical hijinks ensue.

Through Time and Space:

Season 3

Human Nature | Tenth Doctor & Martha Jones | All ages | 798 words

Family of Blood | Tenth Doctor & Martha Jones | All ages | 851 words

Utopia | Martha POV set during ‘Utopia’ | 602 words

The Sound of Drums | Martha POV set during ‘The Sound of Drums’ | 347 words

Last of the Time Lords | Tenth Doctor POV set during ‘Last of the Time Lords’ | 1,021 words

Season 4

Voyage of the Damned | Tenth Doctor POV & Astrid Peth POV | 346 words

Partners in Crime | Tenth Doctor POV & Donna Noble POV | 1,367 words

Dimension Hopping Rose: Interlude One | Rose Tyler | 664 words

Total words: 30,473

[lirlovesfic]

Auld Lang Syne

A Doctor Who fanfic

Characters: Rose Tyler, Metacrisis Doctor (Tentoo), Original Character

Pairing: Tentoo x Rose

Genres: hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

Rating: K (all ages)

Warning: n/a

Summary: Still grieving the loss of the Doctor on Doomsday, Rose meets a stranger on New Year’s Eve.

Notes: This idea has been floating around in my mind for years, and I finally decided to write it down. I wanted to get it done by New Year’s Eve… but, you know, life. *sigh*

Auld Lang Syne

Rose slipped out of Vitex’s large, formal ballroom, music from the small orchestra the Vice President of PR had hired for the party following her into the hall. Stopping only to retrieve her coat from the cloakroom, she carefully crossed the lobby on tiptoe, certain that her heels would create an echo if they struck the marble floor of the empty room.

Exiting through a nondescript side door, she emerged onto a secluded courtyard that overlooked the Thames, the door making a soft whooshing sound as it closed behind her. There was someone already there, a solitary figure sitting on a bench in the shadows near the courtyard’s far wall. A man by the looks of it, given the fact that the person was in a suit rather than a dress, although that wasn’t a certainty. She had seen several women wearing tuxes that evening. But odds were that it was a man, probably out here to have a smoke, although she quickly realized she couldn’t smell tobacco. Maybe he was waiting for someone, she thought. Or perhaps he was just trying to evade the crush of people inside as much as she was.

Under normal circumstances being alone in the dark with a stranger near midnight might have given her pause, but the only way to get into the courtyard was through the door she’d used. Since the only people there that evening were attending the Vitex bash, he was obviously also a guest of the party.

Not to mention that Jack Harkness’s instructions on self-defense, followed by months of Torchwood’s field agent training, left her able to handle most situations. Even in a floor-length gown and 4-inch heels.

Read More: on AO3, on TSP, on FFNET

[lirlovesfic]

Silent Night

Pairing: tentoo x rose Rating: K (all ages) Warning: n/a Summary:  While celebrating her first Christmas with the metacrisis Doctor, Rose thinks about her Time Lord.

Notes: Christmas Eve. Bittersweet, moments of fluff, some hurt/comfort. Rose is pregnant, but this is not a pregnancy fic.

Silent Night

The colorful fairy lights strung around the room twinkled gaily, matching the strands that circled the Tyler family Christmas tree. Unlike in the more public areas of the mansion—the grand entrance with its 14 foot white tree, delicate silver and blue ornaments hanging from its limbs and flanked by the twin staircases trimmed in gold and silver garland, so breathtaking that its image graced the cover of a magazine; the ballroom with smaller versions of the tree in the hall in the corners of the room and crystal snowflakes suspended from the ceiling; the formal dining room with its series of frosted wreaths on the walls and coordinating centerpieces on the table—the large living room in the back of the house had not been decorated for the holiday by an interior designer. And it showed. It showed in the mismatched ornaments on the tree, the cheap red and green garland trimming the tops of all the furniture and hanging in long loops from the crown molding, the ceramic figurines of Father Christmas on the mantle. The enormous plush reindeer in the corner that was sturdy enough for even Pete to sit on. The paper snowflakes carefully cut out by a five-year-old with safety scissors and attached to the windows with cellotape.

The personal, loving touches that spoke of family and couldn’t be recreated by a decorator, not at any price.

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[mariechambers]

A Toast to the Coming Times

Pairing: ten x rose, tentoo x rose Rating: T Warning: n/a Summary: “Rose,” he says softly in her ear, “Rose, is that…me behind us?”

Notes: Sorry but this is canon compliant and a little bit angsty so be warned. 

She doesn’t seem all that surprised to see him, which really should have been his first clue that something was amiss. After piloting, impressively he might add, through the void in an effort to get back to her, he figures she should at least have the decency to look a little shocked or stunned. But still, she throws her arms around his neck, sighing, “Doctor,” and truly that is good enough for him.

A little more surprising, but still equally welcome is when she cups his face securely between her hands and plants a kiss on his lips. His eyes close immediately at the touch, overwhelmed to finally have her back. “Oh, Rose,” he whispers, silents tears tracking his face, even as he pushes forward to reclaim her lips for a decidedly less chaste kiss than the one she had initiated.

He can almost taste the confusion and slight concern on her lips, but still she responds equally to his fervor and he sighs into her mouth when she opens it for him. There are not many things that can leave him feeling truly breathless, respiratory bypass and all, but he finds when they break apart after a moment for some much needed air, he is panting.

They are still pressed together, foreheads touching and lips only a scant few inches apart. He keeps his eyes closed, fearing if he opens them now, she will disappear again. Unspoken words left on his tongue.

Her fingers stroke, almost hesitatingly, down his sideburn. “Doctor, what’s wrong?” she asks him quietly. “You’re scaring me.”

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[elialys]

Ten x Rose - The Afterglow

This is a direct follow up to the story I posted last week, ‘A leap of Faith’. I think the title is rather self-explanatory.

Pretty much just more post-TSP softness/smuttiness.

[Read the first part on AO3] [Read this part on AO3]

There is…peace, for a while.

A kind of quiet in his head he’s not experienced in a long time. It doesn’t last, of course.

But it’s nice while it does.

He tries clinging to the sensation, of being unburdened, almost weightless, nuzzling his nose further into the crook of her neck, her skin warm and more than a little damp. It doesn’t quite work, as pinning himself more snuggly to her body only makes him more aware of his own, his nervous system more sensitive than it’s been in ages.

(Maybe decades)

(Possibly centuries)

Despite how many of their limbs are currently entangled, he’s moved enough to get off her chest at some point. Well, he’s mostly off her chest.

One of his hands remains on said chest, his thumb apparently unable to stop grazing the underside of her breast. Meanwhile, one of her hands is still beneath his shirt, her fingers tracing his spine over his lower back, following the slow rhythm of his thumb.

Trying to keep his busy thoughts and unease at bay is pointless. It’s as pointless as trying to keep himself from touching her has been, tonight – obviously. That is, after all, how they ended up like this in the first place.

Him, trying to quell that sudden and unshakeable certainty that Rose is about to be ripped from him.

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[gingerteaonthetardis]

prompt: 31 days of ficmas - tinsel

pairing: ninerose

word count: 2743

rating: t

The thing about the Doctor is that he’s infuriating. Maddening. The soul of a snowstorm, the temperament of a tornado, trapped in the body of a mere man. An oncoming storm. The living embodiment of chaos.

And, when it comes to decorating Christmas trees, positively hopeless.

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[elialys]

Tentoo x Rose - Heat Transfer

This is part of my ‘random moments of sweet fluffiness between two idiots in love’ series. Aka Tentoo and Rose making me weak by being literal IDIOTS.

I love them so much.

[READ IT ON AO3]

The Doctor doesn’t dislike the cold in this new body.

He loathes it.

It doesn’t come to him all at once, either. It grows steadily, as the months go by, and late spring turns into summer, then autumn. As this particular season progresses, so does his displeasure.

By December, he’s come to the conclusion that having an internal temperature this high is absolutely ridiculous and pointless, especially when the outside world is now stuck in freezing temperatures that refuse to go back up. Whenever he steps out of a building, any inch of him that is exposed to the frost immediately starts leaking heat, and he’s powerless against the laws of thermodynamics.

“You are such a dork,” Rose points out the first time he goes outside with his new ‘winter outfit’, which comprises (among other things) three layers of clothes, a thick coat, gloves, a scarf and a woollen hat. “You do realise those are ski goggles you’re wearing, right?”

“My eyeballs were freezing,” he replies into his scarf, still rather unhappy about the stinging sensation in his nose and cheekbones, which remain vulnerable to the cold.

For all of her eye rolling at his supposedly ‘dramatic’ reactions, his wife is not faring any better than him whenever they step out in these arctic conditions.

While she will shamelessly mock him for being so sensitive to the drop in temperature, her solution is to use him as a heat pad, going as far as regularly slipping her freezing little hands all the way beneath layers of coat, jumper, shirt and undershirt to press her icy palms over his back.

“You’re so warm,” she tells him, having somehow burrowed her face so efficiently into the crook of his neck that her nose has managed to bypass the tick scarf to be pressed into his skin.

Well, he knows he is, that’s kind of the problem isn’t it?

Not only is he a good fifteen degrees hotter than his warmest incarnation was, but he’s also a whole degree hotter than her body. Maybe it’s all to do with male versus female physiology, or maybe it’s just the universe being an arse.

He suspects the latter.

Rose does love his warm body, constantly encouraging heat transfer between them; and it’s not like she’s simply borrowing his warmth. She’s stealing it, plain and simple.

Sneaking her icy toes between his legs, splaying her frozen hands upon his shoulder blades, ignoring his hisses of discomfort at the sensation, or how his entire body always breaks into shudders, his skin covered in goose-flesh.

“C’mon, t’s not that bad,” she tells him once, while way too many of her digits poke into his shivering flesh like tiny icicles.

“I beg to differ,” he replies. “I’ll have you know that you’ve turned into a proper thermal thief, lately.”

“Yeah?” she asks against his neck, a laughter in her voice. “Gonna call the cops on me?”

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Life of the Party

nine x rose

~1k

“Doctor!” Jackie’s voice rings through the apartment. “Get your tall self over here, I can’t get this mistletoe hung.”

The Doctor makes a harumphing noise. “I disapprove of mistletoe on general principles,” he mutters.

“I don’t bloody care if you approve or not, just get over here and help me hang it up!”

“Don’t argue with Mum,” Rose says, pushing him gently towards Jackie. “She gets all worked up over her Christmas parties. The faster you help the faster it’s done and we can just relax. Drink eggnog, eat biscuits–”

“Hide in the corner,” he mutters, but he ruins his sulk with a wink.

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Sleepless

tentoo x rose

~1.2k

New tools, he thinks. Some of these aren’t quite right. Calibrated wrong, or don’t fit my hands right. Just a hair off. I can do better.

His mind is off, running in ten different directions. His body may be slightly human now–he can actually feel himself aging, a horrifying experience he tries to ignore as much as possible–but his mind is all Time Lord. He can still do all the complex calculations he needs for whatever new thing he’s currently working on in his head, all while reciting A Christmas Carol and trying to figure out what to give Rose for her next birthday.

It’s late. Two fifty three am. He’s still got a perfect sense of time, too. Only it’s less comforting now. For one thing, he doesn’t like to think about time passing, because now time is finite. For another, he knows he should be asleep, or at least in bed with Rose. Holding her. Listening to her breath, to the beating of her heart.

Her single heart, now so like his own.

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