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“Aren’t you supposed to kiss a handsome stranger at midnight?”
Ten’s last kiss, Rose’s first.
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If I believe in one thing, just one thing... I believe in her.
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Are You My Mummy?
Chapter excerpt from the latest post on my story, Are You My Mummy?
Read the whole thing so far here!
“There you are, Rose Tyler. A hand ready to hold.”
“My Doctor,” she hummed, wrapping her injured digits around his neck, and he leaned down, kissing her slowly. It deepened only for a moment before he pulled away, his eyes searching hers for an invitation to ask how she felt about all of this. They could only avoid it for so long…
She beat him to it.
“Something is happening, Doctor.”
“Yep.”
“Something we can't explain."
“Yep.”
“And we shagged all night instead of dealing with it.”
“Ye– what ?”
Her hand dropped from his shoulder, and he watched as she crossed to the safe and opened it, pointing at the vase. “We need to talk about this."
He leaned against the desk, crossing his arms, fighting the impulse he had to snarkily say it was a vase, because she was saying that like it was new information. Like they hadn't been dancing around it for weeks. Like he wasn't about to bring it up himself, before she'd made that comment about shagging. What did that mean anyway? They shagged practically every day, but if she was upset about that, or felt like it was a poor distraction, then, well... Then this vase didn't matter at all, did it? All that mattered was her, and here he was just starting to think that he'd been overthinking, that maybe she was just as intrigued by all of this as he was, but something about the way she was looking at him was igniting every insecurity he'd ever had.
(Did she think they could handle it? Did she still want him?)
"You gonna say anything, then?"
“Ladies first.”
"No,” she snapped. “You’re the one who has been saying this sort of stuff doesn’t matter. You go first.”
“That’s not what I’ve said. I've said life before doesn't matter.”
“And this doesn't feel like something straight out of that?!"
“Could be. Could not be.”
He was irritating her, that much was obvious. Especially when she grabbed the vase and almost threw it on the table, shivering a little when the voice whispered in her ear.
(He shivered, too.)
“I just…I feel…”
“What, Rose?” he asked longingly.
She groaned, rubbing her eyes. “I don’t want to say it until I know what you feel!”
“What difference does that make?”
“What do you feel, Doctor?”
“Chilly.”
The glare in her eyes made him reconsider.
“I mean, I… Nothing. It’s a vase. It talks, that’s weird. I’ve not seen it before. It’s…”
He never could finish a sentence, could he?
“Go on, say it,” Rose whispered. He stared at her for a moment, knowing what she was asking, what she meant, but unable to separate the reality of the situation from the pressure stirring in him, and he felt something snap.
That question, always and forever, would have only one answer.
“I love you.”
He said it earnestly, with resolve. He meant it, but when her eyes clamped shut, he threw his hands in the air in exasperation, because how else was he supposed to respond? “That’s all that matters, isn’t it?! That I love you? Who cares about the rest of it?”
“Can't we just once answer each other?!” she begged. “I know you love me. I love you too. I’m asking how you feel about the vase. How was that sentence going to end?”
“That doesn't matter, Rose. I love you - that’s the only ending of any sentence I’ve ever uttered that’s ever mattered. Please.”
She stared at him, her heart racing, starting to see his deflection for what it really was. She took a step closer. “What are you afraid of?"
He clenched his jaw, and when he gripped the edge of the desk in frustration, she felt her composure crack. “I love you.”
“I miss it, too, you know.”
Her voice was so quiet, he barely heard her.
But he had heard her.
And it sent a wave of something through him that threatened to be his undoing.
When their eyes met, she saw his desperation.
“We can’t go back this time, Rose,” he said slowly, like he was reminding himself as much as he was her. “We can’t see what happened for ourselves and piece it all together. The stars can’t help…”
“I know that.”
“I can’t give you what you miss, don’t you see?!” he snapped. Her heart shattered. “All I can give you is that I love you. I’d hoped that was enough. For two years I’ve clung to that. I don’t have the materials to make a sonic screwdriver. We don’t have a TARDIS. I can’t even go on one bloody mission with Torchwood without getting electrocuted. I’m a rubbish Time Lord and I’ve accepted that. Least I thought I had. Yet I look at that vase and I want to find out more. It’s killing me how much I want to, actually. Then I look at you and all I can think is if you miss this and you want bravado, then I'm not him. I'm -"
"Doctor, oh my God. Shhh, shhhh, shhh, stop.”
She had his face in her burned hand faster than he could process it, and he brushed a finger along her lips, staring at her. “I don’t know how to do this without those things, Rose. I’ve got nothing.”
“You've got me.”
Oh.
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Are You My Mummy
Chapter 4 Excerpt:
She was already in bed by the time he walked back into their room, texting. It was Jackie, he could tell by the way she was fighting not to throw the phone on the nightstand and pretend it didn’t exist, and he sat down next to her, kissing her hair.
“It’s late, what’s she going on about?”
“Tony requested our presence at dinner tomorrow. I’m getting out of it.”
“Why? It’s Tuesday. That’s what we normally do.”
“She’s making a roast.”
He made a face and she laughed, finally setting the phone down so she could cup his cheek instead, and she pulled him into a soft kiss. He forgot the book entirely, letting it slip from his fingers so he could hold her close, lips tangoing, until the phone buzzed, and she pulled back with a sigh.
“I don’t mind seeing Tony, Rose. I actually prefer it.”
She smiled, genuinely; in the way that made him forget how to breathe.
“You prefer it?”
“Of course. We’re best mates, me and him.”
“Let me get this straight,” she said, looping one leg over his. “You could have all night off tomorrow to do whatever you want; to study these spells or research the scarab or even take a drive somewhere and get a change of scenery, and you’d prefer to spend it at my mother’s house, eating dry roast I know you hate and playing some silly game with my brother for six hours?”
“You forgot ‘listen to Pete snore while we watch telly’.”
An expression he’d never quite seen before took over her face, and the next thing he knew, she was kissing him rather passionately, biting his lip, sucking on his tongue.
“Ow, Rose -”
“Shut up.”
It was one of those moments that gave him whiplash, going from worrying that there was something wrong to feeling like nothing could ever be so right, and he knew as he continued to kiss her, that he’d somehow eased her burden, whatever it was.
Read the first 4 chapter on Ao3 here.
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I wrote a new story and I am very excited about it! I haven’t stopped writing in three days lol. Please let me know what you think! I never write tentoo/rose and the challenge is giving me LIFE. I hope you like it!!!
Are You My Mummy?
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ywo9Kqp
by harmony88
The Doctor and Rose have adjusted to the domestic approach when they get the opportunity to take a trip and learn more about their new universe’s history.
It doesn’t go well.
And suddenly, they have to do what they do best, without a TARDIS.
“Amaretto…?”
“Mhm. We should toast.”
“To what?”
“Mortgages,” she groaned, and he laughed as he began to properly touch her. “C-carpets. Doors.”
“Walls?” he asked, more daringly than he meant to, and she pulled away, staring at him. God, he was gorgeous, backlit by the hallway light, in his tight shirt, messy hair, and glasses. It was completely unfair, actually, and she moaned when he had the audacity to smile. “Breaking them?”
Words: 2715, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English
Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor, Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler
Relationships: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler
Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s04e13 Journey’s End, Established Relationship, Action/Adventure, Sex, The Doctor Loves Rose Tyler, Rose Tyler Loves the Doctor, Basically inspired by the Mummy/Mummy 2, Mystery, problem solving
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ywo9Kqp
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"rose would have a hard time accepting tentoo as the real doctor" the same rose who held her father as he died and then still accepted the alternate universe version of him and calls him dad? that rose?
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I'm just writing to say thank you. You're often self-conscious and self-critical in your author's notes, but your writing is brilliant. On a technical level, it's sublime, but more importantly to me, it's seen me through some tough times. All the effort you've put into your fic is noticed and appreciated. Even when it may not seem so, there are readers like myself who aren't comfortable commenting, but who silently love your work and are truly, bottom-of-our-hearts grateful for it.
Hello, Anon! This is such a kind message to receive! It has been on HELL of a year that has taken me away from writing for large chunks of time, but I am trying to pick it back up and just saw this. You have given me such a confidence boost. I hope that all is well and that these stories have continued to offer comfort. I hope to have updates / new works posted soon. Sending love!
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sandshoesandbadwolf said: Could you do Ten(too) and Rose in #70?
Seriously, I’m a sucker for anything ten(too)/rose. You guys know my obsessions too well!
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I started a new story! Check it out!
The Wolf of Ragnarok
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XNLpf7D
by harmony88
Post Journey’s End AU.
When the Doctor and Rose find themselves in 9th century Norway, they realize they’ve stumbled into a bit of folklore not even Vikings know the answer to. Having admitted their feelings but still terrified of losing each other again, they embark on a journey fit for Gods, in an effort to save their hearts and the world.
An episode-style romance/adventure loosely based on Norse Mythology.
Words: 3357, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler
Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler
Additional Tags: Romance, Action/Adventure, Post-Episode AU: s04e13 Journey’s End, Established Relationship, Alternate Norse Religion & Lore, Bad Wolf, The Doctor Loves Rose Tyler, Rose Tyler Loves the Doctor, Explicit Sexual Content
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XNLpf7D
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