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plxviophile · 6 years

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47. giac x fanny

From this prompt list and # 47

“Why are you whispering?”

(Note: Pronounce it like “Livvy” without the “L”, you’ll understand)…

Also tagging: @legendslikestardust

“Fanny! Fanny, I’m home!” Giac called as he entered their flat. It had been a long day at the firm. Giac’s clients were always eager to meet wih him so he could help decide what job they should take. That was a perk of loving a range of art to science, he knew all the fields.

He lived in London, rather reluctantly, but with his beautiful wife Fanny, he would live anywhere.

He stood facing the small mirror near the front door was began removing his coat when he heard the small click of a door being shut.

Fanny rounded the corner of the flat and gave a harsh, “Shhh! We have to be quiet.” She whispered.

Giac turned around from where he placed his keys. She sort of looked a sight. Half of her hair was matted, she had a rag drapped over her shoulder but still some stain of a milky substance on the collar of her blue t-shirt. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes looked a bit droopy- but she was still the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

Well, in tie with one other.

“Why are you whispering?” Giac asked, walking up to her.

“Why else? Ivie’s finally gone down.”

“But isn’t she in her nursery, with the door closed?”

“She has your ears, Giac,” Fanny grumbled, “she can hear a mile away.”

“Hmm.” Just he was about speak again, they heard the indistinguishable call of their 20 month year old.

“Nooo.” Fanny whined and layed her head against his chest.

He kissed the top of her head and hugged her tightly. “I’ll take care of it. Why don’t you go have a bath?”

“Cause I look like a wreck?” She looked up at him.

He kissed her lips, “Never! But I know how much your bath bombs soothe you. Why not try the lavander one I bought you?”

Fanny smiled, “Okay. Call if you need me.” She stood on her tiptoes and pecked his lips again before sauntering into the bathroom for a well deserved bath.

Giac entered the nursery to find Genevieve standing in her crib. Her little hands wrapped around the safety bars and her bottom lip wobbling.

“What’s this now, what’s this now, eh?” he asked as he picked her up. Hugging her tight and nuzzling her cheek. “Were you difficult for Mommy? What’s wrong Ivie?”

She merely wiggled and squirmed in his arms in an attempt to be put down.

“No no, love. It’s bedtime. It’s sleepytime.”

“No sleepytime.” Genevieve mumbled.

Giac held her tighter and rocked his torso from side to side. Humming softly.

Her little ear was pressed against his chest and her thumb soon went into her mouth. Her body stopped wriggling after about 15 minutes and she finally slumped in his arms.

Giac looked down to see not a pair of light brown watery eyes, but a bundle of messy blonde curly locks that stopped just below her ears and curled around her cheek. He swallowed a lump in his throat. His little girl was so beautiful, just like her mother.

He gently laid her down in her crib and continued to run his fingers through her hair.

The door gently slid open and Fanny came up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled her nose into his neck.

“Thanks.” She whispered.

“Of course,” he murmured. “You know, you could call if she’s being too difficult.”

Fanny shrugged, “I thought I could handle her.”

Giac turned to her and wrapped her in a hug. “You can. You’re a brilliant mother. Remember, she’s still teething and learning to talk. She’s probably just as frustrated.”

Fanny raised an eyebrow at him.

“Okay, maybe not as frustrated.”

She smirked and hugged him again.

“Y’know, any bad days aside. I can’t imagine our lives without her.”

Giac tilted her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. “Me neither, Fanny.” After a moment, he asked, “Want to make another?”

She thwarted him on the chest with a chuckle.

They walked out of the nursery hand in hand. They gently shut the door and heplaced a kiss atop of her head and caught a whiff of Fanny’s hair scent.

“Hey, did you not use the bath bomb?”

“Actually,” she drawled out, smirking up af him, “I was hoping we’d use it together.”

“Oh, you have the best ideas.”

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perfectlyrose · 6 years

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thirteen x clara and something to do with books?

teacher au (or rather a teacher!clara and librarian!thirteen au)

Clara was smitten. There was really no other word for it and words were kind of her thing.

She had walked into the school library, expecting to see the sweet, elderly Mrs. Linnet at the beginning of the year and had instead come face to face with an absolutely gorgeous blonde with a blinding smile who was apparently the new librarian.

Doctor Jane Smith, who just went by Doctor most of the time, had enthusiastically introduced herself and proceeded to gush over some old favorites she’d found in the library inventory and some of the new things she was ordering. Clara thought she must have contributed a few funny or intelligent things to the conversation since she’d made the Doctor smile more than once, but really she couldn’t remember.

Since then, she’d been visiting the library even more than she usually did as an English teacher.

“Hello again Miss Oswald! Bringing back that mystery novel already? Bit easy to figure out, that one, but still entertaining.”

Clara leaned against the circulation desk. “Still in the middle of it actually. Spent most of the weekend marking Hamlet essays so, didn’t have the energy to read much else.”

“Have you figured out who did it yet?”

“Is it the detective’s partner? He seems rather suspicious to me.”

The Doctor tapped the side of her nose and gave her an enigmatic smile. “Not going to give it away.”

“Tease,” Clara said. “Please tell me that our lovely lady detective realizes that her fiancé is terrible and that she’s actually in love with the obviously pining Lady Margaret.”

Doctor Smith sighed. “I wish I could. That’s how I would’ve written it.”

“Not nearly enough sapphic mysteries out there for my tastes,” Clara said. “Especially historical ones.”

“I may have a couple of recommendations for you,” the Doctor said slowly.

“Oh?”

She nodded.

Clara thought for a half a second and then forged on ahead. “Would you like to share them over a coffee or a drink?”

“Has coffee become something other than a drink since this morning?”

Clara reached over and swatted her arm. “You know what I mean!”

The Doctor grinned. “I’d love to go for a coffee and talk about sapphic mysteries with you.”

“Brilliant!” Clara snagged a piece of paper from her bag and scrawled her number on it. “Text me later and we’ll set it up, alright?”

The Doctor grinned and agreed.

They chatted for a moment more before Clara had to leave to get ready for her next class. Her phone buzzed with a message from a new number before she even made it back to her classroom.

#thirteen x clara #dw femslash #femslash february #legendslikestardust #femslash festivities 2018 #i wrote this #the femslash collection #anon #kelsey answers

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penandpaper83 · 6 years

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Free

A drabble prompt fill for @legendslikestardust's prompt for 'Free'. A little head canon on Tentoo's thoughts as they were left on the beach.

Rated G for all audiences, and 100 words on the nose.

Want to read it over on AO3? http://archiveofourown.org/works/13499878

He was free.

Free to love without guilt. Particularly guilt over past transgressions, or the people that he just couldn’t save. Gone was the constant worry about being the one left to save the day.

He could be himself and be the man that fell in love with Rose Tyler, and he could let himself fully accept her love.

They were now free to set their course and live their life as they pleased.

The Tardis coral in his pocket and her kiss fresh on his lips, he then reached for her hand as the Tardis departed.

He was free.

#legendslikestardust #drabble prompt #fluff #tentoo x rose #dw fic

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chocolatequeennk · 6 years

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Always Her Doctor, 3/5

John Tyler is a teacher at Farringham, but he’s been dreaming of another life–the life of an adventure known as the Doctor. When Marion Smith appears in Farringham, he’s immediately drawn to her. And why not? Marion Smith is the mirror image of Rose Tyler–the Doctor’s wife.

Reunion set during Human Nature/Family of Blood, with Christmas overtones.

This is part of @doctorroseprompts 31 Days of Ficmas. I used the word “Shiver.” This is part of my personal 31 Days of Ficmas. It’s also a fill for @legendslikestardust‘s general winter themed fics prompt.

Yes, this is now 5 chapters instead of 4. That’s where a big part of my trouble wtih this chapter lay--trying to shove too much into it. Thank you to @lastbluetardis for helping me work my way through it.

AO3 | FF.NET | Ch 1 | Ch 2

For the next two weeks, Rose felt like she was in a fairy tale. John Tyler was very definitely the Doctor, right down to his dislike of pears. But he was the Doctor if he’d forgotten all about his years of tragedy and had the social customs of Edwardian culture superimposed over his personality.

The day after their walk, he came to the library during the slow part of the afternoon and fumbled through a formal request to court her. His determination to be upfront about his intentions was nothing at all like the way she and the Doctor slid into romance without either of them admitting it, but his uncertainty of her acceptance was certainly familiar.

The biggest surprise to Rose was how much she enjoyed being courted by the man who was already her husband. The Doctor had a secret romantic streak that she’d discovered once they were together, and that was definitely evident in John as well. Every morning, he brought her a rose after his first class. Every afternoon after his last class, they bundled up and walked the countryside together, regardless of the weather.

The first time John pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, Rose’s heart started racing. She and the Doctor had shared far more than a simple kiss to the hand, but between the reserved culture and the three years that had passed since the last time they had made love, it felt unbelievably intimate.

It was the second week of December now, and the boys were studying hard for their end of term exams. Rose was too busy to leave the library to walk with John, but after the last boy left, she hurried down the hallway to his study.

She knocked twice, then let herself into the room as he’d instructed. John was straightening papers on his desk when she entered, and he looked up at her over the rim of his glasses.

His left eyebrow arched as he took in her appearance, and Rose reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Sorry if I’m a little disheveled,” she told him. “I’ve been running my feet off, trying to find all the books the boys need.”

John stood up and gestured at the couch situated in front of his fireplace. Tea service was set out on the coffee table, and Rose’s mouth watered at the sight.

“You look lovely,” he said firmly. “But definitely like you could use a cuppa.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Rose mumbled as he poured two cups. She placed a scone on a plate and split it open, spreading jam onto it.

“I think two weeks courting you is enough time to learn how dependent you are on tea,” he teased as he added milk to her cup and sugar to his.

Rose chuckled and took her cup. “Oh, you should see me in the morning before I get my first cuppa.”

When John made a strange choking noise and coughed a few times, Rose realised how suggestive that statement sounded in 1913. Her face turned hot and she tried to hide it behind her cup.

“I just meant… I’m useless in the morning before I have a cuppa,” she stammered.

His face was pink, but the corners of his eyes crinkled up when he smiled. “I doubt you’re useless, but maybe one day I’ll have a chance to find out for myself.”

The Doctor’s cheek and teasing smile paired with John’s reserve sorely tempted Rose to throw herself into his arms, and she looked quickly around the room for something to distract her. Her gaze landed on a slim leather-bound book sitting on the table.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing at it.

To her surprise, John’s blush spread down his neck. “That’s… Well…” He tugged on his tie, then set his cup down and picked up the book. “I told you about my dreams, if you’ll remember.”

“A little bit,” Rose agreed. “About living another life, travelling through space?”

John tapped his fingers against the cover. “Time and space,” he corrected absently. “I suppose I didn’t mention that I also travel in time.”

Rose swallowed back a lump in her throat. “No, I think I would have remembered that,” she said, her voice soft with memories.

“Well… I’ve written some of my dreams down, in here.” He opened the book and started flipping through the pages. “I don’t know if you’re interested…” He found what he was looking for and marked the spot with a scrap of paper.

The uncertain expression on his face tugged at Rose’s heart. “I alway want to hear your stories, John,” she said sincerely. Whether he was John Tyler or the Doctor, she loved to listen to him talk about the places he’d been.

John’s ears turned red, and he rubbed at the back of his neck before handing her the journal. “Only the section I marked though,” he insisted before he let go of it.

“Of course,” she promised, and he finally let her have it.

Rose looked at the cover and traced over the title first. “A Journal of Impossible Things,” she read aloud. Then she flipped the slim volume open to the place John had indicated, about halfway through. She caught a fleeting glimpse of the earlier pages in the book and realised most of them were filled with sketches of her. Ah, no wonder he was so adamant that I not look through the rest of his journal.

When she reached the page he’d marked, there was a sketch of a young boy in a gas mask on one side, and the words “Everybody lives!” written in bold letters on the facing page. In the Doctor’s familiar scrawl, she read the story about the mysterious gold dust that was able to turn humans into monsters.

No mention of Captain Jack, she noticed wryly. She had to stifle a giggle—it would be impossible to explain to John that she was amused by her husband’s selective memory.

“So the gold dust saved them all in the end?” she asked when she got to the last few words of the story.

John nodded. “Everybody lives. Those are the best days…” He loved the smile on Marion’s face. “I sometimes think how magical life would be if stories like this were true.”

Marion hummed in agreement. “Other planets, and miraculous gold dust that can heal all wounds? It sounds like a fairy tale.” She smiled up at him. “I think I’d like to live in that world, though.”

John beamed at her. Of course Marion understood his dreams—she understood him, better than anyone else in the universe. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he bit them back. It was still much too soon to go confessing his love.

He cleared his throat and gestured at the journal. “The Doctor has a good life. Flying through time and space, seeing the universe, helping people along the way… There’s a bit of trouble now and then of course, but it always works out in the end.”

“Oh, I think trouble is just the bits in between,” Marion countered.

She handed the journal back to John before he could recover from once again hearing her repeat words straight out of his dream. He tried so hard to keep Rose and Marion separate in his mind, and moment like this made it almost impossible.

“John?”

He blinked and realised that Rose—no, Marion—had stood up. “Hmmm?”

“It’s time for supper. Are you going down?”

John looked at the clock on the mantel. Somehow, it was already six o’clock. “Ah. Yes, of course.” Marion waited while he pulled his suit coat on, then they walked down to the dining room together.

“So tomorrow I was thinking we could take a walk in the evening, after dinner,” John said. “There’s a meteor shower happening right now, and I’d love to look at the stars with you.”

There was a long pause before Marion answered, and her voice sounded strained when she spoke. “I would love that, John.” She smiled at him as they started down the stairs.

On the landing, a large, red invitation pinned to the bulletin board caught John’s eye. His eyes widened when he realised he’d forgotten to do one very important thing. “The village Christmas dance is the day after tomorrow.”

“Mm-hmm,” Marion agreed.

“Would you… That is, I had hoped you would go with me. But it just occurred to me that I never asked.” He rubbed at his neck and tried to avoid Marion’s gaze.

To his surprise, instead of answering, she giggled. “Oh, John,” she said fondly when he looked up at her. “I suppose you should have asked, but I’d already assumed we were going together.”

Relief swept through him. “You had?”

She nodded, then the tip of her tongue peeked out from behind her teeth as she gave him a cheeky smile. “I even have a new dress, just for the occasion.”

oOoOo

The chill December wind cut through Rose’s coat as she crept across the frozen field to the TARDIS. The sun wouldn’t rise for more than an hour yet, and even when it came up, it wouldn’t offer much warmth.

The TARDIS wasn’t much warmer, but she was warm enough for Rose’s cheeks to thaw. She knew it was risky, coming to visit the ship when they were supposed to be hiding, but she couldn’t leave the old girl alone.

Rose pulled off her glove and rested her bare hand on a strut. Hello, dear. She waited, and a moment later, she got the softest hum in reply. Just two more weeks, then we’ll be home. Oh, I’ve missed you.

She didn’t linger long. If her presence was missed at the school, it would be hard to explain where she’d been. But two weeks living under an alias had put a strain on her, and she just needed a moment to be Rose Tyler with someone who really knew her.

The ship’s hum echoed in her mind, surrounding her like a hug. Then it seemed to urge her to the door. Go, Wolf. You’ll be home soon.

After leaving, Rose patted the blue wooden door one last time, then set out through the misty grey dawn to go back to her made-up life.

oOoOo

John whistled Christmas carols as he left the library. He’d given Marion her rose, and this morning, she’d given him a book in exchange. A complete history of Cardiff hadn’t struck him as a very interesting topic, but her warm brown eyes had sparkled when she handed it to him.

“You should read over the section about the Christmas disaster,” she’d told him, indicating the page she’d marked.

Then she’d looked around, and after seeing they were alone, she’d risen up on her toes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. When John had put his hand to the spot and looked at her in astonishment, she blushed prettily.

“I just want you to know,” she’d whispered. “I’m so glad I met you.” She’d bitten her lip, then quickly added, “This you, now.”

A group of boys had entered the library before he could reply. He wanted to know what she’d meant by the last, cryptic remark, but she hurried over to help the pupils, and he’d waved to her and left without a word.

The door to his study was ajar when he arrived, and he greeted Martha absently as he entered the room.

“What do you have there, sir?” she asked as she dusted the mantel. She seemed to spend a lot of time dusting that particular location, but perhaps there was something about it that collected dust.

John sat down in front of the fireplace and flipped the book open to the chapter Rose had marked for him. “A book on the history of Cardiff,” he said as he skimmed the chapter on the Christmas disaster.

“Of Cardiff?” Martha turned quickly, her duster waving in the air as she moved.

John looked at up at her, and he had to bite back a smile at the disdain on her face. “Yes, Cardiff,” he replied calmly. “Marion wanted me to read about the Christmas explosion in 1869.”

“Yeah, of course she did.” Martha put her hands on her hips and glanced around the room. “Well, I think I’m done, Mr. Tyler. Will you be taking tea alone today, or shall I bring up a tray for two like I did yesterday?”

“Just me today, Martha. Thank you.” John flipped the book back open and settled in to read.

oOoOo

“Oh, it is freezing out here!” Martha exclaimed as she carried hers and Jenny’s drinks back outside. “Why can’t we have a drink inside the pub?” She’d been looking forward to this night out, but she’d forgotten that they wouldn’t be sitting inside, warmed by the pub’s cheery fire.

Jenny laughed and shook her head. “Now, don’t be ridiculous,” she admonished.

“I’m not being ridiculous,” Martha said hotly. Normally she’d try to stay quiet, but the daily reminders of how much the Doctor loved Rose Tyler were getting under her skin. She just couldn’t stand to be condescended to, not even by her friend. “We don’t deserve to be treated like this, Jenny. We’re people, just like those men.”

Jenny narrowed her eyes, and Martha had the uncomfortable sensation that she was being studied. A gust of wind swept through the garden and an owl hooted in the background while Martha waited for Jenny to say something.

Finally, Jenny said, “I think I know what’s really upsetting you, and it isn’t sitting out in the cold.”

Martha shifted on the rough wooden bench and pulled her coat tighter around herself. “Because that’s not enough?”

Jenny shook her head. “You’ve been upset for at least a week now… but I think it’s more like two weeks, ever since Miss Smith arrived.”

Martha could feel her face grow hot, and she took a drink of her beer to hide her red cheeks.

“See, I knew it.” Jenny leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest, a smirk on her face. “You tried to say you only cared about Mr. Tyler because he was kind to you, but I knew there was more to it than that.”

“No, I just…” Martha sighed and looked up at the sky. “I just want to go home,” she whispered.

It was the first time she’d admitted it to herself. Travelling with the Doctor was never supposed to be a permanent arrangement, not for her. She had a life back in her own time, a life where she didn’t constantly feel like second best.

Plus, the longer I’m away the harder it will be to pass my exams, she reminded herself.

A green light pulsed in the sky, and Martha straightened up, all thoughts of the Doctor and Rose and what would happen when they left 1913 forgotten.

“Did you see that?”

Jenny looked up at the sky, then back at Martha. “See what?”

The light had faded, but Martha knew what she’d seen. It had looked just like all those supposedly faked pictures of people spotting alien landings.

She got to her feet, still staring at the sky. “Did you see it, though? Right up there, just for a second.”

“Martha, there’s nothing there.”

Familiar voices drifted towards them, coming down the road in the direction of the school. Martha narrowed her eyes and peered into the darkness, and she wasn’t surprised when Mr. Tyler and Rose came around a bend in the road.

“It was a light, John, a bright green light,” Rose insisted. She spotted Martha and pointed at the sky. “Did you see it, Martha?”

Martha nodded. Mr. Tyler sighed in amused exasperation, but the four of them all looked up at the sky, waiting for another sign that Martha and Rose weren’t just seeing something.

Their patience was rewarded a moment later when a streak of light crossed the horizon. Jenny gasped. “Oh, that’s beautiful.”

Rose turned to Mr. Tyler, tugging gently on his arm. “There, you see,” she said, and Martha suspected she was the only one who could hear the urgency under her teasing voice. “I wasn’t imagining things, John.”

Mr. Tyler smiled at her. “I never said you were, Marion. Just that it couldn’t possibly be aliens like the Doctor encounters.” He winked at her, then looked at all three women. “It was a meteor,” he explained. “Just rocks falling to the ground, that’s all.”

Martha and Rose exchanged a glance, then Rose looked back at the sky. “It looked like it came down in the woods,” she said. “That’s the direction it was going, at least.”

Mr. Tyler shook his head. “No, no, no. No, they always look close, when actually they’re miles off. Nothing left but a cinder.”

Rose pursed her lips. She couldn’t explain it, but she knew that hadn’t been just a meteor. And while it could be a coincidence that aliens had just landed close to where the Doctor was hiding, she wouldn’t bet on it.

Years of Torchwood training came to the fore, and the only thing that kept her from haring across the fields to check it out was the certainty that John would follow her if she did. If the Family had found them, the last thing she wanted to do was lead him straight to them.

She shivered at the thought. John must have felt it, because a moment later, he dropped her hand and draped his own scarf around her neck. “You’re shivering, darling,” he murmured, forgetting their audience for a moment. “I should get you back to the school.”

He stepped back and turned slightly to address Martha and Jenny. “Would either of you ladies like an escort back?”

Martha shook her head. “No, we’re fine, thanks.”

Rose raised her eyebrows, and Martha gave a very small nod. The knot of tension between her shoulder blades eased. If she couldn’t be the one to explore the impact site, having Martha go was the next best option.

John tipped his hat to Martha and Jenny. “Then we shall bid you goodnight.”

The walk back to the school was mostly silent. It had gotten too cold to talk comfortably, but beyond that, Rose’s mind was completely focused on the possibility that they’d been discovered. She was drawing up escape plans in her mind, going over possible contingencies and evaluating the danger of each to civilian life.

They were almost to the gates when John pulled her to a stop. “I said I wanted to show you the stars,” he said softly when Rose looked up at him. “This isn’t the vantage point I had in mind, but it will do.”

He leaned against the stone wall and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his cheek against her temple. Rose closed her eyes and took a deep breath. John didn’t smell exactly like the Doctor—there was a faint scent of paper and ink clinging to him after days spent writing and grading papers—but under everything else, there was still something familiar about the way he smelled.

“Look, Marion.” John raised an arm and pointed across the open field. Hundreds of stars glittered on the inky expanse. “Can you imagine being out there, walking across alien worlds?”

A meteor shot across the sky before Rose could answer. She rested her hands on top of John’s and squeezed. “Make a wish,” she whispered.

He sighed, and a moment later, she felt his lips brush against her temple. The bond flared in response to the contact, and they both sucked in a breath.

“I already have what I wished for,” John said, his voice husky. “Marion…”

She turned and put her hands on his chest, over where his hearts would be if he weren’t human. “Yes, John.”

“Is it too early… Two weeks isn’t long enough…”

Rose’s breath caught in her throat when she realised what he was trying to say. “Maybe not for some people, but I was looking for you for so long…”

A shaft of moonlight illuminated John’s face, and she could see the wonder in his eyes. “I dreamt about you,” he admitted. “You’re there, in the Doctor’s life. No, you are the Doctor’s life. And then… you were gone, and he was lost.”

Rose pressed her lips together to hold back a sob. She didn’t know exactly which memories of their life together had seeped through into John’s dreams, but she knew the pain of that separation all too well.

He lifted his hand and a moment later, his cool glove touched her cheek as he brushed a strand of hair back over her ear. “In two weeks, you’ve become just as important to me as Rose is to the Doctor. You… you understand me, Marion. You know the things about me that I’ve never told anyone. And I…”

He closed his eyes and Rose held her breath, waiting. When he opened them, the tenderness in his gaze was so familiar that she ached. And she’d seen it recently, she realised. She’d seen it last week, when he’d helped her over a log blocking the road. Two days ago, when he’d handed her a deep red rose. And tonight, when he’d tied an extra scarf around her neck.

“And you?” she prompted. Her hands crept up over his shoulders to link loosely behind his neck.

He reached up and cupped her face between his hands. “And I love you.”

The words obviously came more easily to John than they had the Doctor, but everything else about the moment was familiar. They’d been alone then, too, staring up at the stars being pulled into a black hole. And in the quietness, he’d whispered those words so softly that Rose almost hadn’t believed her ears.

She whispered his name and repeated the words, just like she had on Krop Tor. And just like that night, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

#ficandchips #legendslikestardust #doctorroseprompts #31 days of ficmas #ten x rose #fic by Nancy #cq's fic: always her doctor #fobbed fic #romance #this is so much romance #there's also the Family starting to creep back into the story #but we'll deal with them in the next two chapters #for this one...#watch John and Marion fall in love

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lastbluetardis · 6 years

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Unnecessary Excuses to Kiss

This is for @doctorroseprompts‘s 31 Days of Ficmas for the prompt ‘mistletoe’, and this is for @legendslikestardust‘s general winter/holiday prompt.

Ten x Rose AU, teen

Rose awakes one morning to find her husband has decorated their bedroom with several sprigs of mistletoe.

Rose awoke slowly to long, lazy kisses being pressed to her shoulder, collarbone, and neck. Her skin tingled everywhere his lips touched, and she couldn’t help the little shudder that rippled down her spine as his tongue licked a broad line across her neck.

“Morning.”

James’s voice was muffled against her skin. The combination of the vibrations of the word and puff of air against her neck and the raspy tone of his voice made her shiver again.

His lips suddenly left her neck and instead pecked their way up her jaw and across her cheek until he finally let his lips slot across hers. She hummed into the kiss, and rolled over onto her back so she could wrap a hand around the back of his neck, while the other rested against his chest where she could feel the strong pounding of his heart against her palm.

Liquid warmth began pooling low in her gut as their lips and tongue parted and met with all the finesse of a couple who had been kissing each other for years.

Rose released his lips and was about to tug him on top of her when she caught a hint of green on the ceiling above their heads.

“James, what…?”

She soon realized what it was, and burst into laughter. James frowned at her--laughing during lazy morning kisses that were gradually turning passionate was not what he was going for--but he followed her line of sight and chuckled.

But the sprig of mistletoe hanging above their bed wasn’t the only one in the room. No, there were half a dozen other ones scattered across the ceiling: above the entrance to their bedroom, above the entrance to their en suite, above each of their dressers, and two just hanging randomly on the ceiling.

“Mistletoe? Really?” she cackled, even as her chest pulsed with warmth for her daft husband.

“Of course!” he protested, his voice going high with indignation. “It’s Christmas time! Mistletoe is one of my favorite traditions. And I’m sure it’s one of yours, too.”

His voice went low and gravelly then, and the tone reignited the spark low in her belly.

“Oh, you know it is,” she murmured, pulling him on top of her like she’d meant to do moments earlier. She sighed with pleasure as his warm, solid body came into contact with the length of hers. He pressed against her so deliciously, and his soft little exhale of happiness sent coils of hot desire twisting through her gut. “When did you get it all hung?”

“Yesterday before you got back,” he said. “Surprised you missed it.”

“Well, someone distracted me,” she drawled, remembering the way she’d barely put her travel bag down before he pounced on her and whisked her off to their bedroom for a ‘I haven’t seen you in four days’ reunion shag.

He hummed high in his throat, and Rose’s eyes wandered from sprig to sprig of mistletoe.

“Don’t you think you went a little overboard in here?” she asked.

“Nonsense!” he said. “I want to be able to kiss you no matter where we’re standing in our room.

Rose couldn’t help but giggle. “Love, you already kiss me no matter where I’m standing anywhere. Do you really need any more excuses to kiss me?”

“Hmm?” He pressed distracted little kisses across her collarbone before her words registered. “Nah. But ‘tis the season, and I’ll take any excuse, needed or not, to kiss my beautiful wife.”

Rose beamed up at him and she lifted a leg to wrap it around his hips. The movement shifted them slightly, and they both let out low moans as his burgeoning erection pressed against her just perfectly.

“I love you,” she whispered, tilting her head back as he began nipping and sucking the column of her throat. “So much, James.”

He pulled away from her neck to look down at her. A tender smile had softened his face, and he leaned down to rest his forehead against hers. He nuzzled the tip of his nose against hers for just a moment before he pressed the softest of kisses to her lips.

“I love you, too,” he whispered against her lips. “So much, Rose.”

And he ducked down to catch her lips in another kiss.

#ficandchips #legendslikestardust #dwfic #doctorroseprompts #31 days of ficmas #doctor who #ten x rose #au #my fic

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ialwayscomewhenyoucall · 6 years

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Into Her Dreams

tentoo x rose

“Are there any planets like Middle Earth?”

Rose is perched on a conveniently located ledge, feet kicking aimlessly, and Doctor is half under the TARDIS console while they spin through the Time Vortex.

“Middle Earth? You mean Hobbits and Elves and Ents and the like?” He isn’t quite making fun of her, but she can tell he is amused.

“You got a problem with Tolkien?” she says, maybe a bit too defensively.

“No, no, Tolkien’s brilliant! Had tea with him a few times, as a matter of fact.”

She waits. When he doesn’t go on, she finally--trying not to sound too eager--says, “So? Are there?”

He laughs, sliding out from under the console and sitting up to look at her. “Well, there’s Godnor.”

“Wait, Godnor? Like Gondor? Really?” She is incredulous.

He rubs his hand on the back of his neck. “It’s possible I may have inadvertently suggested a few things,” he says sheepishly. “I rambled about Godnor one day over a cuppa. Godnor, giant eagles, walking trees... Next thing I know I’m reading about Middle Earth. Go figure.”

She can hardly contain her delight. “You have to take me there. Please? The TARDIS has to have some suitable clothes for meeting elves...or whatever they’re actually called.” She bites her lower lip, eyes pleading.

He can’t say no when she looks at him like that. Not that he’d planned to say no anyway.

Rose has stepped onto many new worlds. She’s stepped into the ancient past and the distant future; she’s even stepped into her own past. She spent what felt like an eternity hopping between actual universes, searching for the doctor. But until today she’s never felt so much like she was stepping into a dream.

Godnor is her dream.

It’s her childhood dream: a forest of impossibly tall trees with fluttering yellow leaves at the foot of a mountainside dotted with buildings that are so perfectly in tune with their surroundings they look like they grew right out of the rock. She gasps, her hand fluttering in the direction of the mountain city. “It’s Rivendell! Doctor, it’s actually Rivendell! It’s just how I always pictured it!” She grabs the Doctor by the hands and spins them both in a circle, laughing with pure delight. The wide skirt of her medieval style dress flares around them, the deep russet red a perfect contrast with the yellow leaves under their feet.

She stops their spin and smiles up at him, her face flushed. “This is...Doctor, this is fantastic. It feels like magic.” He grins and links his arm through her hers.

“Doctor Magician, at your service,” he says with a wink.

The Doctor leans against the doorway of the wardrobe room, watching Rose lace up a pair of sturdy boots. “You sure these are okay?” she asks.

“Your dress covers your feet. Trust me, you don’t want to be hiking in flimsy sandals. It’s a world of forests and mountains. We’re not going to be carrying the One Ring to Mount Doom--no, there is no Mount Doom on Godnor--but we travel by foot or by horseback. Either way you’ll want boots.”

He pauses, watching her again. It’s times like this, these tiny moments, that he can’t believe how lucky he is to have this life with his Rose. He loves every bit of it--the new worlds, the “run for your life,” and the quiet moments. He may have lost the ability to regenerate, but he’d gained a lifetime with Rose.

Snapping back to the present, he quirks his head sideways; Rose sees and answers his unasked question. “Remember our walk through the park last weekend?” He nods. “There were two girls, nine or ten years old, sitting against a tree and reading a book together. They were completely absorbed in the story, they didn’t even notice when a group of boys ran past and nearly stepped on them. It took me back…” She sits back, pulling her knees to her chest, the long skirt of her dress fanning out around her. “The summer I was ten years old a girl and her dad moved into the flat below Mum and me. Her name was Julia. Jools. She was a quiet thing, exactly the opposite of me. But we somehow fit. Some days I dragged her outside and made her get into trouble, some days she made me stay inside and we’d watch movies or draw or bake cookies, quiet things. One day when I got to her flat I found her curled up on her bed with a battered paperback.”

“The Fellowship of the Ring?” guesses the Doctor.

Rose smiles. “Actually it was The Return of the King. But after she talked about it for a few minutes, her face so bright...Her dad started reading them with her before she even knew what books were, and he kept reading through them again and again, once a year, every year. She loved those books, I could tell that from the sparkle in her eyes. It wasn’t long before The Fellowship of the Ring was out and we were reading it together. It took weeks, but we read all three books. Sometimes we’d take turns reading aloud to each other, sometimes we sat next to each other, heads together, saying ‘done’ when we reached the end of a the page. We read in our bedrooms, at our kitchen tables, outside on the steps, at the park. When we needed a break from sitting--usually me more than her--we played at being hobbits or elves or sometimes even orcs. We made up tunes and sang the elven songs. Every day was an adventure.”

The Doctor can hardly believe what he’s hearing. It’s no wonder she fell so perfectly into step with him all those years ago. She’d been looking for someone to take her hand and say “Run!” for years.

“Rose--” he starts to say, but she cuts him off, again answering his question before he asks.

“She moved away before Christmas, that same year,” she says, a single tear tracing down her cheek. “I never saw her again.”

“I’m so sorry, Rose,” he says quietly, sliding down the wall so he’s sitting next to her.

She rests her head on his shoulder. “Me too. But even though I stopped having sword fights in the kitchen, I still read the books every year. And seeing those two girls in the park…” She sighs, although not unhappily. “I often wonder what happened to her, what her life is like now. I wish I could tell her about you, and about the TARDIS, she’d love all this. But mostly I’m just glad I met her, you know?”

He knows.

They are nearly to the edge of the mountain city when locals come to greet them. “Welcome! You’re here for autumn festival?” asks a tall blond woman with pointy ears and an ethereal smile.

Rose can barely contain her glee.

“Oh yes!” says the Doctor. They chat as they walk out of the trees and into the Rose’s imagination. She has to blink several times before she’s convinced it’s real.

They’ve been calling it a city, but it’s not like any kind of modern city Rose has ever seen. The buildings are all arches and parapets and towers, built right into the side of the mountain, and many of them are connected by narrow bridges high above their heads. The stone practically glows in the light of the setting sun. And even though it is autumn--even if their escort hadn’t told them about the autumn festival, the golden leaves on the trees and the slight nip in the air would have given it away--there are still flowers growing everywhere. Gold and red and orange and brown and every shade in between spilling from window boxes, sprouting from vines climbing the sides of buildings, at the base of every tree and along every path. Even some of the trees are spilling flower petals as well as leaves.

And then there are the elves.

They aren’t really elves, of course, that’s just what Tolkien called them. But she can’t help but think of them that way. They are impossibly beautiful, and so full of joy; Rose feels lighter inside just being in their presence.

And when they see the visitors they smile brightly and introduce themselves; they offer food and drink and it isn’t long before Rose is whisked away from the Doctor into a colorful riot of twirling skirts and stamping feet, harmonizing voices echoing back at them off the mountainside.

Rose isn’t sure how long the music lasts, but it feels like days later when she finds herself sitting on a bench beside the Doctor, breathless, her sweat-dampened hair sticking to her neck.

“Doctor,” she says, squeezing his hand, “I was dancing. With elves.” Her eyes, wide with excitement--and the wonder of her ten year old self--reflect the starlight.

“Well, technically you’ve been dancing with the Sky Singers of Godnor, but, well, close enough.” He grins at her. “Good trip?”

In answer she captures his lips with hers.

for @doctorroseprompts 31 Days of Ficmas || Day 15: Santa and/or Elves

additional prompt: magical for @legendslikestardust

my ficmas masterpost

#lirael writes #31 days of ficmas #doctorroseprompts #legendslikestardust #tentoo x rose #tentoo #rose tyler #yes i know i'm a giant nerd #i read 'santa and/or elves' and think 'ooo! tolkien!'#because those are elves #just not the kind everyone else will think of #(so so sorry)#(not really)#jrr tolkien #lotr

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sequencefairy · 6 years

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Round and Round We Go

Tentoo x Rose. Fluff. Written for the @legendslikestardust weekly drabble prompt. This week’s prompt was ‘kitchen disaster’. 330 words.

Rose comes home (and wow, doesn’t that still make her stomach swoop with giddy nerves?) after a long day at the lab, to find that the kitchen has exploded.

“Uh,” she says, as she steps through the door, “Doctor?”

The man in question is no where to be found. Rose turns in a circle, silently surveying the wreckage that used to be their kitchen, and wonders, for the eight hundred and seventy-fifth time in their life together on this side of the Void, what in the ever-loving-fuck is going on.

“Oh!” The Doctor says, behind her. Rose startles (just a little, she’s Torchwood-trained after all) and turns around. He’s freshly showered. “You’re home early?”

“Not really,” Rose says. The Doctor looks past her at the clock on the wall. (It has remained largely unaffected by the disaster)

“Ah,” the Doctor says, and then takes Rose’s hand to lead her out of the kitchen. He leans in, pecks her on the mouth and then makes a show of plucking his keys off the peg on the wall. “Why don’t we go to the chippy you like for dinner? My treat.”

(Rose manages not to laugh at him when he realises he has forgotten his wallet after they arrive at the chippy, because oh, doesn’t this just remind her of the day he blew up her job and started them on this crazy adventure together?)

(They call Jackie’s favourite handyman in the morning and then quietly disappear to Aruba for the next month, and Rose puts her foot down, unequivocally ending any further kitchen-based experiments.

“I like my kitchen the way it is, Doctor, please stop trying to animate the microwave.”

“But Rose–”

“No.”

“Fine. But that means no best-in-the-seven-systems hot cocoa.”

“The Tesco’s brand is really not that terrible. You should give it a try.”

“Ugh. No. That is not cocoa, it is something that wishes to be cocoa in it’s next life, and that is frankly, an unlikely outcome.”

“Doctor.”)

#ficandchips #legendslikestardust #doctor x rose #tentoo #rose tyler #doctor who #sequence fairy's fic #this is probably rubbish #but i love it

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paigenotblank · 6 years

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Home for the Holidays

Pairing: Tentoo x Rose

Rating: General (this is a baby fic for those who don’t care for that sort of thing)

Written for @doctorroseprompts 31 Days of Ficmas (Day 4 - ginger); also tagging @legendslikestardust for their general holiday prompt and @timepetalsprompts for Mum!Billie bingo (and Tennant mussing his hair bingo - even though it’s Rose doing the mussing)

AO3 TS

The Doctor leaned against the entrance to his bedroom. His hair was a mess, eyes bloodshot, his pajama trousers and t-shirt were rumpled, but he’d never been so happy in his life. He watched Rose coo over the little bundle in her arms. They had a daughter! A brilliant and tiny creature that was part Doctor and part Rose. Two days, four hours, and 37 minutes old, and already the Doctor couldn’t remember what it had been like without her in their lives.

Rose looked up and met his gaze with a radiant smile. Joy bubbled up inside him, nearly stealing his breath. His two beautiful girls. He pushed off the frame and shuffled to the bed.

He perched at Rose’s side and wrapped an arm around her. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For the very best Christmas present a person could get.”

“‘S not Christmas for three weeks yet.”

“She’s still the best gift. Two days ago, today, tomorrow, in three weeks time, twenty years from now. Thank you.”

“Love you.”

The two sat in silence as they watched their sleeping baby. From her delicate eyelids twitching in slumber, to her button nose wrinkling, and petal soft lips smacking together, they were enchanted.

Rose ran a finger lightly over the baby’s cheek and grinned up at the Doctor. “She’s ginger.”

He let out a dramatic sigh. “Between Donna and your dad, I suppose it was inevitable.”

Rose reached up and ruffled his hair. “Not jealous are you?”

“Of my daughter? Never!” Rose lifted her eyebrow. “Well, maybe a smidge. But she’s perfect and I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Rose rested her head against the Doctor’s shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the side of Rose’s head. “You should get some sleep too, love.”

“I know, but in five more minutes. My arms feel empty when I put her down.”

He knew the feeling. From the time he first held the hand of a certain pink and yellow human, he hadn’t wanted to ever let go. And now here he was, years later, a part of her family. And as he held held his wife and child tightly in his embrace, he promised to cherish every minute with them in this wild and fantastic adventure called life.

#tentoo x rose #doctorroseprompts #legendslikestardust #31 days of ficmas #ginger #holidays #baby!fic #home from the hospital #fluff #my fic

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blueyesandleatherjacket · 6 years

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Wherever you will go

► Wherever you will go - Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler. ► @legendslikestardust (Are you sure about this, transition) and @timepetalsprompts (Rose the lingerie model, The Doctor IS my home) prompts fulfilment. ► DW Verse, Mature. ► 2,146 words.

Rose Tyler had everything she needed to be happy in life. She was a famous model for an even more famous lingerie company. Everyone wanted her to work for them. They were offering her the best contracts with the best advantages and bonus, and her agent was picking the best offers for her. And that one definitely was the best. All the males were trying to draw her attention, and she liked all the looks on her, liked the fact they were drooling over her while she was parading on the catwalk in the next season’s underwear. She was swaying her hips just to feed their fantasies. They were all dreaming of a night with her, but she wouldn’t satisfy any of them. She was a model, not a prostitute. She only was a purveyor of dreams, she didn’t fulfil any. She walked out of that catwalk and reached the backstage area. All her co-workers applauded her and a dressing gown was wrapped around her shoulders. The parade was over. She had been the last one to walk on the catwalk. They had kept her for the end, for their last and best piece of work. Everyone was congratulating her as she was going to her dressing room to get changed. She smiled at them all before she closed the door behind her. She leant on it and closed her eyes, lightly sighing. She slipped out of the light clothes she was wearing and pulled on a simple T-shirt with jeans. She was barely twenty and loved the fashion of young people like her despite her being a very known model who worked for the big companies that were offering her clothes all the time. She went out of the building and signed some autographs and took pictures with fans. A taxi was waiting for her. She had a personal driver. Someone called John Smith. A tall brown-haired man with piercing blue eyes. He wasn’t really handsome with his big ears and weirdly shaped nose, but he was very polite, very respectful with her. It changed a lot from the behaviour her fans were sometimes having with her. They were treating her like an object they needed at all costs. They all wanted a piece of her. There always were extreme fanatics everywhere, and she had to deal with it. It was the bad side of the job. Thankfully, there were good people like Mr John Smith. He drove her home and stopped the car in the drive. “Here we are, miss Rose.” John got out of the car and opened her door. She stepped out of the taxi and hooked her arm around his. He closed the door and led her to the front door. He was always doing it. She remembered when he had started working for her four years ago. She was sixteen and everything was so new for her. She was so scared. She had asked him if he could accompany her back to the door. He did, and now he was doing it every time. It was reassuring her. She unlocked the door and turned on the light of the hall. “Wanna come in for a cup of tea, John?” “Are you sure about this, miss Rose?” His Northern accent was more pronounced when he was surprised. He usually was silent, only talking when it was necessary. But Rose loved his voice. It was soft and nice. Comforting. “I don’t mind at all. Working for you is a pleasure.” Rose thanked him. She tip-toed and kissed his cheek. He was even more surprised now. He took off his driver’s cap and followed her inside the house. Rose was living alone, and her home was nice. Nicer than his dull flat. He didn’t have anyone to go back to, and was avoiding going to his flat the most he could. Rose gave him a smile that warmed his heart. That’s how John spent a part of his night, sitting at Rose’s kitchen table, drinking tea, and talking – mostly listening actually – with the blonde. It was the best night he ever had in a while. He wanted it to last longer, but he was growing tired, and a yawn escaped him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m speaking, speaking and it’s getting late.” “It’s alright. No one is waiting for me.” “Oh.” The sadness she was showing was honest. She was feeling sad for the poor man who was overworking himself to be sure she was everywhere she had to be in time. She had plenty of friends now that she was famous but she remembered what it felt like to be alone, to suffer from the solitude. “Would you like to stay over tonight?” He looked up at her. He hadn’t expected that. He should have gone a few hours ago; but he was still there because it felt good for him to be with her. “My house is too big for only me. There’s a guest room upstairs. You can take it.” “Are you sure about this?” “I’m not letting you go with how tired you look.” John couldn’t refuse. Rose was being stubborn, and she always had the last word. He just sighed and followed her upstairs. It would be a nice change to be sleeping in a house that wasn’t empty for once. Even if that other person was the person he was working for. And that night, he fell asleep with a smile on his face. Rose felt relieved to have someone under her roof for the night. She sometimes wasn’t reassured to be home alone. The world was a scary place. So, knowing that John was there helped her sleeping peacefully. Well, almost. Since the last few days, her dreams were plagued with strange things. A blue box and aliens. A man in a leather jacket. That night was the same as usual. Traveling in the blue box with the man in leather. She never saw his face but she was always with him and having great moments. The Doctor, the man who kept running. Maybe she should write a book.

John was driving Rose to her photoshoot session a few days later. She hadn’t had any minute of rest since that night. Her mind had been preoccupied with the man in leather jacket. All her dreams were about him, about adventures they had, and she woke up more tired than ever. Sat at the back of the car, she yawned. John had already noticed that she looked exhausted when he had picked her up. He kept looking at her through the rear-view mirror. “You don’t look good, miss Tyler.” “’M just tired. Haven’t slept well lately.” “You should take holidays.” “And not having your comforting presence around me?” she joked. “Not for me.” John laughed, and it strangely sounded like the Doctor’s laugh. Rose was silent for a moment. They couldn’t be the same man. They were different. However, she had never seen the Doctor’s face. Maybe she was going crazy. Maybe the lack of sleep was driving her mad. She did her photoshoot, pushing her exhaustion away, but her mind was elsewhere, dreaming about planets and stars, about a blue box and an old alien. She was fully content with her life but she had the feeling that she could abandon it all just to live a life of adventures with the Doctor. The transition would perhaps be violent at first but she had the soul of an adventurer. She was ready to run for her life – somehow already did whenever fanatics or perverts were chasing her in the streets. Rose realised she was back in the car when someone beeped the honk and let out a few cursing words which caused John to grumble something. She jerked herself awake and stretched her body slowly. It caught John’s attention. He gave her a sorry smile through the rear-view mirror. “I’m sorry that woke you up. Some people just shouldn’t be allowed to drive.” “How long have I been sleeping?” “Oh, not so long. Your agent found you sleeping in your dressing room and ordered me to bring you back home.” “Can we stop somewhere for a coffee or something?” “Your wish is my command.” Rose smiled at John tiredly and lost herself in her thoughts while he was driving to the closest coffee shop he knew. He came out of the car and followed her inside to be sure she wouldn’t get into troubles. They sat down in the farthest corner, away from people, to sip their drinks. Rose didn’t speak much and it was worrying John, but he understood she was exhausted. Before they went back to the car, she made a stop to the loo. “Rose.” The cold voice surprised her and she turned around to face Mickey. Mickey Smith was her boyfriend when her career had started. They had never really broken up, but Rose had been too busy to see him again. She also had tried to get away from the Estates as much as she could. Only to be caught up with them in the end. “So that’s it? You’re coming back around, showing off your new toy?” “John? He’s my driver.” She could understand his anger. But she wouldn’t let him lash out on an innocent man who was only helping her. Mickey snorted. “John? That’s what he goes by now? Oh, wait, John Smith. Ordinary name. He’s pretending to be human?” “I don’t get it.” “You don’t… Are you kidding me?” He pinned her violently against the wall and fear overwhelmed her. That boy used to be so sweet, so gentle. What had happened to him? “His name’s the Doctor! Sarcastic alien with a stupid blue box! Is that coming back to your mind or are you too used to traveling with him to notice little humans anymore?” The Doctor. The blue box. How could Mickey know about that? New flashes crossed her mind. Memories of adventures and laughs. Memories of all the times she had observed the Doctor when he wasn’t looking. John, the Doctor, the same man. But how was it possible? “Get away from her!” John had come in and grabbed Mickey. He forced him to step back as far from Rose as possible while she stayed against the wall, her eyes closed. Mickey was staring at her angrily. “Are you alright, miss Rose?” “You can’t deny your roots anymore, Rose! You gotta come home, with me!” “The Doctor is my home!” she yelled suddenly. The memories were back now. She was no model lingerie, and John was no driver. She was Rose Tyler from the Powell Estates and he was the Doctor. He was adventure and danger, he was alien and odd, he was anger and passion, but he especially was the man who made her feel like home when he was standing by her side. Someone was tricking her mind to make her forget about him but it would never happen. She was stronger than that.

When she opened her eyes, Rose was laying on a bed in the med bay. The Doctor was standing at the top of her bed, his fingers on her temples. He looked rough and the shadow of a beard was covering his face. He obviously hadn’t had sleep in a while. She blinked a few times. She was confused. “I’m sorry.” His voice broke, and so did her heart. “They found you before I did. They tried to reboot you so they could use you against me. But you were too strong for them. You’ve locked your mind into a bubble. It was so hard to reach you. But I succeeded. Finally.” The words had blurted out of his mouth before she could ask any question. He collapsed on the chair close to her bed and rubbed his face. He had spent days in her mind, trying to pop the bubble the less dangerously possible, to get her back to reality. It had been nerve-wrecking for him, but also exhausting. Rose could see that their lives had been on the line so she stayed silent and made some room in the bed for him. “Are you sure about this?” “I’m gonna miss you calling me ‘miss Rose’,” she laughed weakly. He gave her a ‘don’t mock me’ look before he slipped off his boots and got into bed with her. She rolled on her side to curl up against him. She thanked him and kissed his cheek. He felt his hearts beating faster but he was too tired to say anything. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep, reassured to have his blonde companion back to her home, back to him.

#doctor who #legendslikestardust #timepetalsprompts #ninth doctor #rose tyler #nine x rose #doctor x rose #Wherever you will go #dwfic #prompt fulfilment

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whoinwhoville · 7 years

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Complete! Doctor Who (2005) Teen Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness, Martha Jones, Donna Noble, Harold Saxon, and many more Alternate Universe - Royalty, Romance, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Wedding, Soulmates, Soulmarks, Modern Setting

{{{HEAD SMACK}}} I left the entire last scene out of Chapter Nine (Ten according to AO3′s numbering), and it is an important one -- Rose gets dressed for the King’s wedding to That Woman. I’ve updated it.

WARNING: If you are sympathetic to Reinette, you most likely won’t like this story.

Rose Tyler has loved him, well, forever, and now she has the King’s soulmark. He doesn’t know, and a royal wedding is imminent – and Rose is not the bride.

Jack Harkness whispered something into the Archbishop’s ear, and took to top of the centre aisle. It took all of his self-control to not whistle through his fingers and to maintain the level of decorum that was proper in the holy space.

“Pardon me,” he said several times. “I respectfully ask you to return to your seats.” He waited for the guests to calm. “For those of you who were unable to see or hear, and are confused about what’s happened, Princess Jeanne Antoinette of Versaillia has accepted the marriage proposals of the Emperor of the Frankish Kingdoms, and has broken her engagement to King John. The wedding has been cancelled.” He bit back a snarky comment.

“However, the King and his fiancée and soulmate, Rose Marion Tyler,” he grinned, “request your presence at the joyous occasion of their wedding at six o’clock this evening, here in Arcadia Abbey. The wedding banquet and ball will immediately follow.”

The congregation clapped, stood, and were then ushered out of the Abbey.

oOo

John ran, tugging Rose through an ancient wooden door that led to the cloisters. The moment they were free from the ears and eyes of the wedding guests, he hugged her around her waist and spun her around. "Woo hoo!!!" He put his hands on her shoulders and grinned. "Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant."

"That was amazing!" Rose laughed with her whole heart.

"The best wedding I have ever been to!" He gushed. "It was practically Shakespearean! Lush costuming, grand set design, soul-stirring music, comedy, suspense, drama,” he waggled his eyebrows, “romance. Although too violent for my taste. Can that woman slap! But still, I give it a rousing four stars."

“Did you see the Archbishop? He was having a hard time holding it together. He pretended to cough a few times, but was trying not to laugh.”

“His Grace is a nice man. Plays a mean electric guitar, too. You should hear his Stairway to Heaven.”

Rose threw her head back and laughed. She shook her head and draped her arms around his neck. “This life of yours, is it always like this?”

“Thankfully, nothing quite like what happened back there. But exciting? Yes. I’ve met amazing people, travelled to exotic places. And now we’ll do it together.”

She gasped as he impulsively draped her over his arm with romantic flair.

#fic: sensory overload #ten x rose #ficandchips #legendslikestardust #doctorroseprompts #soulmates au #royalty au #royalty commoner au #total and complete fluff #fluffy mcfluff #happy happy happy #complete

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perfectlyrose · 6 years

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Clara/Thirteen Fluff please!!!

Clara peeked out the window of the dilapidated cabin she and the Doctor had ducked into when the weather turned.

“It’s really coming down out there,” she said.

“We’re likely stuck here for a couple hours if I am remembering Virtulyn storms correctly,” the Doctor replied.

Clara turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. “Not even a glimmer of a suggestion to make a run for it?”

The Doctor grinned and Clara felt her heart flip a little at the bright expression. “Figured you didn’t want the rash the rain would give you.”

“Spot on, good thought there,” Clara agreed. “Good thing the roof on this place is holding.”

“Don’t jinx it.”

Clara picked a spot on the floor and settled down crosslegged, giving the Doctor a look until she followed suit.

“Got a deck of cards in your pockets?” Clara asked. When the Doctor stuck her whole forearm in her pocket, she felt the need to clarify. “Earth cards. A normal deck of cards that I would be familiar with.”

“You’re no fun.”

“I’m plenty of fun, you just have to ask nicely.”

The Doctor pulled out a beat up deck of cards with a triumphant noise. “What’s your pleasure?”

Clara raised both eyebrows this time. “That’s a list I don’t think you want to get into right now, even if we do apparently have time.”

The Doctor blushed bright pink. “What card game do you want to play?”

“Go fish?”

“Easy enough,” the Doctor said with a shrug.

“Want to make it more interesting?”

“Oh?”

“I’d like to propose a wager,” she said, leaning forward.

The Doctor’s eyes flit over her quickly. “I’m pretty sure you don’t have any money on you since you asked me for some an hour ago.”

“Money’s boring, I’m trying to make things interesting, remember?”

“Then what do you want to wager, Miss Oswald?”

“A kiss. If you win, you win a kiss.”

“And if you win?” The Doctor asked, leaning closer, voice a little rougher than it was moments before.

“Up to you, Doctor.”

“I think you’ll have to wait and see if you win,” she said, leaning back and opening the cards to start shuffling them.

Twenty minutes later, their pairs added up, Clara leaned across the stacks of cards to press a kiss to the Doctor’s lips. The Doctor didn’t let her pull away, tangling her fingers into Clara’s hair and keeping her close for another kiss and then another.

The cards lay forgotten on the floor as they discovered a much more interesting game to play.

femslash festivities

#thirteen x clara #dw femslash #femslash february #legendslikestardust #aneclipsedhabitue #since i know you like this ship :)#i wrote this #the femslash collection #femslash festivities 2018 #anon #kelsey answers

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skyler10fic · 6 years

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@doctorroseprompts: Joy, Christmas romance, winter adventures

@legendslikestardust: holidays/winter

You're here where you should be

Snow is falling as the carolers sing It just wasn't the same Alone on Christmas day Presents, what a beautiful sight Don't mean a thing if you ain't holding me tight You're all that I need Underneath the tree

- “Underneath the Tree” Kelly Clarkson

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#legendslikestardust #doctorroseprompts #tentoo x rose #my edit #rtdedit #dw edit #kelly clarkson song #31 days of ficmas #christmas #romance

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chocolatequeennk · 6 years

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A Midnight Clear

When the Doctor takes Rose to cut down her first Christmas tree, the magic of Christmas leads to their first kiss.

Eight x Rose, soulmates au. This is a sequel to Where You Least Expect It.

This is part of @doctorroseprompts 31 Days of Ficmas. I used the word “rosy cheeks.” This is part of my personal 31 Days of Ficmas. It’s also a fill for @legendslikestardust‘s general winter themed fics prompt.

AO3 | FF

“Are you going to tell me why we’re clomping through a snowy forest on a random, uninhabited planet?” Rose shot the Doctor a teasing glance, and his soulmark tingled as he picked up on her amusement. “An’ maybe why you’ve got an axe in your other hand?”

A gust of wind whistled through the trees. The Doctor pulled his green velvet coat tighter around his body—days like today, he was thankful he could regulate his body temperature.

Rose arched her eyebrow, and the Doctor laughed and squeezed her hand. “Today, Rose Tyler, I’m introducing you to the Earth Christmas tradition of chopping down a tree.” Rose was human, but in the centuries since Almina had been colonised, several traditions had been lost. He’d been appalled to learn Alminan humans didn’t have Christmas trees at all.

She looked around at the towering trees, and the Doctor knew exactly what she was thinking. “I don’t think any of these trees will fit through the TARDIS doors.”

He laughed and pulled her through a narrow opening in the forest. “We won’t be taking one of the older trees,” he assured her. “There’s a stand of new growth right through here… if I brought us where I meant to at least,” he mumbled under his breath.

Rose snorted. “That’d be a first.”

Her tongue peeked out behind her teeth, and the Doctor gasped in pretend outrage. “Rose Tyler! Are you implying my driving is anything less than stellar?”

“You can’t deny it, Doctor.” She tugged her hand from his and backed up a few steps. “You haven’t once piloted us into a sun.”

The Doctor blinked twice, then he gaped at her when the meaning of her pun caught up with him. In all his years waiting for his soulmate, he’d never expected their wit and humour to match his so perfectly.

“Oh, I’ll get you for that,” he growled, stalking towards her. “Rose Tyler… Run!”

She laughed merrily, her cheeks rosy from the cold and happiness, then spun around and ran down the path, with the Doctor close on her heels.

oOoOo

Hours later, after they’d picked out a tree and dragged it back to the TARDIS, Rose realised they were still on the planet. “Aren’t we gonna leave yet, Doctor?”

The Doctor shook his head, and Rose’s soulmark pulsed with his excitement. “There’s one more thing I want to show you, now that it’s dark out.” He helped her back into her coat and made sure her scarf was tied securely around her neck. “Come on, we’ll miss it if we don’t hurry.”

“Time machine, Doctor,” Rose retorted.

His eyes sparkled down at her, excitement making them look bluer than usual. “True, but it’s easier if we don’t miss things the first time.”

Rose raised an eyebrow and nodded at the door. “Well then, you’d better show me what special thing we’re going to miss, etc etc.”

The Doctor chuckled, a warm, happy sound that made Rose’s insides melt. Then he pulled the door open and ushered her outside with a hand at the small of her back.

The sky was completely dark, and Rose sucked in a breath at the number of stars sprinkled across the expanse. “I didn’t know the universe was so big,” she whispered.

“The universe is big,” the Doctor agreed as he took her hand. “It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous, and sometimes…”

A shimmer of light appeared in the night sky—just a ripple of blue first, followed by a wave of green and red, and then pink and purple.

Rose stopped walking and stared up at the sky. A moment later, the Doctor wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

“Sometimes,” he whispered in her ear, “incredible things happen and we call them miracles.” Soft, fluffy snowflakes started falling as he finished the sentence.

Rose leaned against his chest as the light show continued. “You’re not gonna tell me all about the science behind it?”

She felt the Doctor shake his head. “Not this time. Unless you want me to? But I’d rather not diminish the magic of the moment by explaining what’s really happening.”

As the colours in the sky deepened, Rose noticed something else. The snow-covered trees were sparkling. It wasn’t the obviously artificial glow of fairy lights, but something far more real. It looked like each tree had been coated with a fine layer of glitter, and they were catching the light in the sky and reflecting it back up.

“It’s gorgeous,” she breathed.

The Doctor’s arms tightened around her waist, and his nose brushed against her cheek as he nuzzled into her. Rose’s heart raced at the simple intimacy of the moment. Despite the soulmarks binding them together, they had both agreed to allow their relationship to progress naturally, instead of jumping straight into a romance.

But tonight, standing in his arms beneath the starry sky, she knew it was time. She whispered his name and turned her head, letting her lips graze his jaw.

The Doctor’s reverent intonation of her name sounded like a prayer. He loosened his hold on her so she could turn in his arms, and Rose slid her hands up over his shoulders, tilting her head back in invitation at the same time.

Joy shifted back and forth over their soulbond as he bent his head and pressed his lips to hers in their first kiss. The magic of the Christmas tree forest faded around them, and all Rose was aware of was the miracle of being in her soulmate’s arms.

#ficandchips #31 days of ficmas #doctorroseprompts #fic by Nancy #legendslikestardust #eight x rose #cq's fic: a midnight clear #first kiss #romance #fluff #soulmates au

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