quick edit in celebration of being done!
In his now human body, the Doctor finds himself haunted by nightmares of days past.
She felt his lips gently against her temple. She heard his steady breathing in her ear. This was completely unlike her old Doctor. She didn’t know what to do.
But she liked it.
They stayed this way for awhile, tangled in each other’s limbs, leaning against the wall. Rose kept her face buried in his shoulder, breathing in his smell. It was so uniquely him. Even though she’d stopped crying, she refused to let him go. She turned her head so her ear was to his chest.
oh who am I kidding this entire chapter is just sex think i’ll throw an epilogue out there soon. thank you so much for reading!
Rose did the only thing she could from her position- she curled her fingers into his hair. Rose pulled gently at first- her careful, measured tugs giving way to scraping her nails into his scalp. She could feel the Doctor sigh in response- there was still something so intoxicating about knowing she could have this effect on him.
She hoped that would never go away.
This ficlet/drabble/whatever this is isn’t spoilery, but the headcanon that inspired it is (for Day of the Doctor). You’ve been warned.
This is for fadewithfury, whose lovely headcanon (which is now mine as well) inspired this ficlet. She said that the Moment choosing a memory of Rose with an engagement ring means that she could see Tentoo’s memories as well. I totally accept that, and this is my take on that memory. Unbeta’d Tentoo x Rose fluff.
Her clothes are torn. That’s a shame. Jackie has been teaching Rose how to sew. Their baby TARDIS hasn’t grown a fully functional wardrobe room yet, so before they take off on an adventure, the Doctor does his best to describe the natives’ clothing styles and Rose does her best to make something appropriate. It makes their trips a little less spontaneous, but he’s found that the bit of him that’s human doesn’t mind some proper planning.
This had been a masterpiece. She had absolutely nailed the native style from the planet Calaria. But during their adventure, they’d spent a lot of time in the planet’s dense woods and bits of her costume had gotten caught and torn on various vegetation.
Her hair is still tousled from that fantastic celebratory shag they’d had after they’d managed to stop a war between the planet’s two major religious groups.
He’d kissed her and it quickly grew into something more. They’d just barely managed to find a secluded area before Rose’s hand was down his pants and he’d found himself clawing at her, desperate to get her naked.
Come to think of it, some of the damage to her clothing was probably his doing.
Within moments he was inside her, and Rose Tyler enveloped him, wrapped around him in every way possible. Every second was pure ecstasy, and it always felt like coming home.
And afterwards, her hair had the most lovely, “just been shagged within an inch of my life” look to it.
Now, they’re sitting on the ground beneath the night sky, enjoying the large bonfire, food, and festivities the Calarians are having in their honour as a gesture of gratitude. The firelight casts a soft glow across her face. He looks at her, with her torn clothes and wild sex hair and thinks she’s never been more beautiful. There was just one thing missing. He leans in to whisper in her ear.
"Rose, I want to ask you something," he says, placing a soft kiss on her neck before pulling away.
She smiles and turns to look at him. “What is it?”
He produces the box containing the diamond engagement ring from his pocket. He’s been carrying it around for weeks, trying to find the right time, waiting for the moment. This was most definitely it.
He opens the box and presents it to her. She gasps softly.
"I’ve only got one life, Rose Tyler," he starts. "And I want to spend it with you. Will you marry me?"
A big grin spreads across her face and she launches herself at him so forcefully they almost fall over.
"Of course I will," she says softly. "I love you."
"I love you, my Rose," he replies, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss.
He releases her and takes her left hand, slipping the ring onto it.
There. Now everything was perfect. This was a moment he wanted seared into his heart. He wanted to remember this, every little detail about this, for the rest of his life.
She looks so incredibly happy. As happy as he feels on the inside. She gives him a tongue-touched smile and cocks an eyebrow in a way that clearly means, “up for another celebratory shag?”. He grins and pulls her to her feet.
They quickly make their excuses and say goodbye to the Calarians.
He holds his hand out to her, wiggling his fingers invitingly. She takes it, entwining their fingers.
They giggle as they run back to the TARDIS.
Oneshot, Ten/Rose, during-end-of-gitf. Rose sorts it all out. Kind of cracky at first but then it morphed into something else. A bit adult. Teensy bit angsty for a little bit. Idk what this is tbh but Rose is being badass and somehow flying the TARDIS shh i know it doesn’t make sense but just embrace it okay ta.
“Fuck this,” Rose said, staring at the remains of the cracked time window. She stormed off towards the TARDIS, Mickey hot on her heels.
“Wait, what? What are you gonna do?”
“Gonna go on a little trip to France,” she informed him casually, as she picked an ice gun up off the floor as she passed it.
“And how the hell are you gonna do that?”
"…close your eyes for your eyes will only tell the truth, and the truth isn’t what you want to seeeee."
Donna rolled her eyes with a small half-smile as she folded the jumper in her hands. Though she may question her husband’s choice of musicals- she adored My Fair Lady, whilst he was a rampant fan of Phantom. Even took (dragged) her to see it.
His baritone was muffed by the pounding of the shower. Donna loved to hear him sing, not just because he really did have a lovely voice, but especially because it was the one time that he didn’t have to really concentrate to speak clearly. And when his gentle vibrato rumbled in his lowest register… well…
Donna’s hand absently grasped for another piece of clothing as she thought. As much as she feared that his stutter would be a source of insecurity, it hadn’t been in the least. Quite the opposite actually. The jeans in her hands snapped as she shook them to smooth the legs. Lee was the most laid-back man she had ever met. Confident in himself, almost as much as the Doctor.
She snorted. That Spaceman was more blindly foolhardy more than anything else. As much as she loved traveling, she was always glad for a bit of a respite.
Where the Doctor commanded respect by reputation, people just respected Lee automatically. She supposed it was because he seemed so comfortable with himself, with who he was, that people were drawn to it, wanted to emulate it.
The object of her thoughts walked into their bedroom in his Justice League pajama bottoms, curly hair still damp. She smirked at his choice of loungewear, yet he just smiled at her before kissing the shoulder that her vest top left bare.
He continued through the door and out into the hallway. “BUT, Let a woman in your life and your serenity is through-“
Donna threw down the top she had been folding and ran after him.
(I honestly thought they would be able to see her at the end. I cannot believe Moffat wasted that opportunity. I mean it would have made sense—they were all going to use the moment, so they all should have been able to see her.
This is what happens in that scenario, at least to me. Also I forget the words they used but lol whatever.)
It’s like everything stops. Time, space, reality.
"Did you just say Bad Wolf girl?” he whispers, barely able to believe it. She’s here, with him even now, even after he’s left her behind so many times before. Out of the corner of his eye he sees his future self spin on his heels toward him, but it hardly matters.
Because she blinks into existence, right in front of him.
He nearly falls to his knees, the pain he has been suppressing for months bubbling to the surface. She is as beautiful as she ever was, but he can already tell it’s not her—not really her, at least. She doesn’t look at him like she knows and loves him; her amber eyes don’t soften as they meet his. He tries to ignore the stinging in his chest.
"Hello, Doctor," she says. "I am the conscience. No touch," she adds, when he reaches out to touch her. "Just an interface."
He pulls back sharply. “Why did you take that form specifically?”
"She’s someone from my future," the younger Doctor says. "Apparently."
The interface smiles fondly at that Doctor. “Exactly.” She turns to the Doctor in pinstripes. “Your past, I see.” And then she looks at the oldest Doctor. “And your very distant past. She hardly seems to be there at all. In your mind.”
The middle Doctor frowns at this, even as the green-eyed Doctor speaks. ”She’s always there.”
"Who is? Who are you three talking to?" Clara asks. "Is it a ghost?"
She blinks out of existence, and the world seems a little colder. “Yes,” he says. “Just a ghost.”
A/N: Approaching the final chapter. What?!
Every time they entered a new hallway, the Doctor would put a finger to his lips with a very serious expression- and then take off, pulling Rose behind him. They ducked around corners from imaginary enemies, dodged security cameras that didn’t actually matter, and tried to muffle their laughter. Occasionally, the Doctor pulled her into his arms- planting kisses in her hair to preserve their fragile moments of careless joy. He noted every laugh, every smile, every time she playfully pushed against his chest.
His mouth opened and shut, no words coming out. No breath, either.
He let out a whoosh of air, his eyes anywhere but her and his ears violently red. “I- er- ah- I think they might have had the wrong idea about our relationship.”
His gaze crept back towards her body, near magnetized by all that shower-damp skin, and Rose lost her patience. They’d been dancing around each other for too long, and she was tired of it.
She dropped the towel.
His jaw dropped again, eyes glazing over. Her lips quirked up. “Did they?”
The Doctor looked up, something curiously vulnerable in his ageless eyes. “…No?” She grinned and he stepped closer, voice going husky as she lifted her chin. “No.”
“Best mates can kiss.”
“It’s not like it meant anything.”
“Besides, they’d have arrested us if we hadn’t.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’d much rather spent the night in my own bed tonight, rather than some draughty jail cell.”
“Definitely the better option.”
Rose looked up at him. A second later she was pressed against the nearest coral strut, the Doctor’s lips working against hers, his hands exploring all of the places he’d been unable to properly visit while they’d shared their chaste kiss in front of the two officers and fully half the populace of the town.
“You know what this means, right?”
“According to the traditions of Gou-Mang, we’re married.”
The kissing was new. They’d never gotten that far before, usually laughing off the multitude of wedding ceremonies they inadvertently found themselves participating in long before they returned to the TARDIS.
“Yeah, I figured as much. What’s that make then? Ten?”
“Fifteen, sixteen if you count the one on New Callisto.”
“Why wouldn’t we count that one?”
“Technically you didn’t have a family member there to grant permission.”
“I thought that’s what Galven was there for, standing in?”
“It’s a loophole.”
“Ah. None of them count for real, though,” she added deliberately.
He straightened, looked her in the eyes. “That’s true.”
Rose wanted to kick herself. She’d finally gotten the Doctor to kiss her properly and she had to go and throw a wrench in it. I’m sorry, she wanted to say, forget I said anything and let’s go back to the snogging.
“Although…” he started.
That was promising. “Although?”
He wrapped a lock of her hair around his finger, his gaze now trained on it instead of her as he flipped it around endlessly. “We could make this one stick… well, all of them, really, if you wanted.”
She suddenly forgot how to breathe. No way was he asking her to…
Taking her silence as rejection, he started to back away, but Rose grabbed him and pulled him to her again. “You’re not getting away that easily. Let’s make this thing stick.”
He smiled, his whole face lighting up. “Still want to spend the night in your own bed, Rose Tyler?”
“Only if you’re there with me.”
ASDFGHJKL; THIS. IT. TOO. BLOODY. PERFECT. Almost as perfect as Holl. <3 <3