Oh, this kiss! This kiss! Ten/Rose, PG
Turning to look at Rose, still gazing fondly at the message on the wall and biting her lip in that endearing way she has, he decides very abruptly to do something very foolish and not the least bit reckless. 375 words
A/N: spoilers for
this deleted scene from Army of Ghosts.
( They’re on their way to Jackie’s flat, Rose laden down with a backpack bursting with washing and the Doctor swinging their linked hands when he sees it. )Girly Things, Nine/Rose, PG
He can’t even figure out where it’s all come from – not unless the bags she brought onboard were somehow bigger on the inside. He’s never seen so much makeup and perfume outside of a department store before. 1,203 words
A/N: I know this is meant to be a
S2 Happy challenge but my muse is obviously an idiot and decided that this was meant to be a Nine fic. Apologies for that :P
( He doesn’t even realise just how much she’s taking over until he discovers a collection of human...girl...THINGS in one of the TARDIS washrooms. HIS washroom. )Black Books, PG, Nine/Rose
They lost the Doctor’s special edition collected works of Austen in the most ridiculous way. Rose, he had quickly discovered, had what the Doctor labelled a ‘blatant disregard for canonic Earth literature’ and in between adventures was doing his best to educate her on Dickens, Ibsen, Wilde, and Adams (Douglas). Amongst others. 2,967
( “Hello Bernard,” the Doctor greeted the dark mop of hair and coat that was slumped over an array of books, empty bottles of wine and about a million post its. The lump however, didn’t move and Rose edged a little closer to the Doctor. )From here you can almost see the sea, Rose/Ten
She used to orbit around someone like that once too. She used to look around with wide eyed wonder at time and worlds beyond her comprehension. Now she’s here in Barcelona without him, the sun beating down against fragile skin and loneliness beating against her heart like a stone. 573
( I dream of high clouds / flushed with the light of daybreak / I’m gonna dive in / to water so cold it makes your bones ache )not my style OC, Ten2/Rose
It doesn’t take her long to realise that this heiress and her mystery man are not this establishment’s usual clientele. For starters, they have no compunctions whatsoever about ignoring the cutlery and they share a wide assortment of their food using only their fingers. They know even less about wine than she does and end up ordering Red Creaming Soda instead. And to top it all off, there’s their choices in meals... 1,677 words
( She works in one of those posh, ridiculously over the top restaurants. You know, the kind that’s done up all chandeliers and fake panelling in the walls? Abby thinks it looks like somewhere you’d hold a wedding, not feed the general populace. )out of dark, to the day’s rising, Ten/Rose, PG
If it weren’t for the fact that their danger of freezing to death is only marginally higher than their dying of boredom then they probably would have stopped pacing their way around the edges of the room a while back now. But the Doctor, of course, is keeping an eye out for any other route of escape. 2,392 words
A/N: wow, this started out as an adventure, turned into fluff, transmogrified into hurt/comfort and then became some heavy romancey/angst. Proceed with caution!
Prompted by
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megans_writing (Near-death experience) and
juliet316 (blue).
( I’ll have you know that Dyjolufuu is considered a delicacy in the Backardin galaxy! I’ll take you there and PROVE it if you don’t believe me. )Oh Gertrude! Oh Albert!, Ten/Rose, PG
They land in the heyday of the silent movie (not that they were ever really silent, the Doctor points out smugly. What with the music and all...) and somehow manage to jag an empty cinema – bar the piano player of course. He is dutifully plunking away to the flickering image of an old fashioned Western – complete with wailing damsel in distress tied to the train tracks and a moustache twirling baddie. 895 words
A/N: MORE fluff? From ME? WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY MUSE?! I think I still have one more fic in me for this challenge. We shall see if I can get it finished by the deadline (by which I mean, I'm going to write until I fall asleep and then get up early to finish it before I go shopping for tea with my grandmother :P)
Prompted by
housemaid79:
And sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea; What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me?, Rose needs glasses, Silent Film
( “Oh ALBERT!” the Doctor cuts in with a screeching falsetto that has Rose clutching her sides, tears of mirth rolling down her cheeks. “I lovest thou more than clean socks! I lovest thou more than the moon! More even, than CHIPS WITH VINEGAR!” )Unstoppable force, immovable object, Nine/Rose, PG
But soon enough he finds himself calculating her trajectory as she bounds across the console room, mapping the angles of her smile, analysing the chemical components of the stuff that she uses on her face and hair...she is an all new type of science you see, and one he is eager to learn. 1,321 words
Prompted by
juliet316: distance, we’re stronger together than apart
professor_spork: magnetic poetry
( He is first and foremost, clever. )Vampire Fever. Nine/Rose with a side of Jack. PG.
The Doctor would forever regret the day that he threw a book at Rose Tyler. Not because she retaliated with a hardback that nearly brained him (she not realising that the cover was solid tungsten) but because the book he had thrown was the first in the Twilight series and she quickly became completely enamoured of the trashy romantic storyline and ploughed through all four books in a manner that was quite alarming.. 1,222 words.
A/N: contains spoilers for the last Twilight book in particular. Also some mild teasing of Twilight fans. You have been warned!
( “What is your problem with Twilight?” Rose demanded. “If you don’t like it that’s fine but you don’t have to rain on my parade...” )point of origin Rose PG-13
All ghost stories have their origins in some small form of truth. 1,016 words.
( Some folks said she must’ve been an angel – an avenging angel. She didn’t hurt nobody though, just walked on down those train tracks in the rain and cold and wind. Walked all night she did, never stopping... )Three Halloweens PG, Rose, Pete, Tony, Ten2
Rose spends her first Halloween hiding in a corner at the Torchwood party and drinking herself into a small stupor. There’s nobody there to appreciate the irony of the costume she wears, and altogether too many people who are over appreciative of the length of her skirt. 870 words
( Halloween turns out to be a pretty big deal in Pete’s World. Rose is incredulous the first year, when she receives an invitation to the annual Torchwood Halloween Party. )Held my hand, PG-13, Ten2/Rose
IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. The words were stumbling from his lips before he could stop them – but it was already too late. Rose had disappeared once again and the Doctor had to pause to slow his breathing and scrub his hands over his face before he could begin analysing the data he had just collected. The human Doctor and Rose investigate the disappearance of the husband of the Tyler’s housekeeper and get a lot more than they bargained for. 3,479 words
A/N: um, can I put a warning here for serious creep factor people? Also for teh sad because my angst bunny is definitely back again :P apologies in advance to
professor_spork. Also? Please don’t read this if bugs freak you out. No really. REALLY. Please consider yourselves warned. I don't much fancy psychologically scarring anybody today even if it IS Halloween :P
( The Doctor turned his head towards the terrified child and saw, for an instant, so much of his sister in the hazel eyes and turned up nose that he couldn’t help the way his mouth twisted with grief, or the way he instinctively reached out to comfort the owner of the aforementioned features. ) ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
