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a-wolf-at-the-door · 8 months

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The Howling (Series Master Post) [AO3]

Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) [main emphasis on RTD era]

Pairing: The Doctor/Rose Tyler (will include Ninth, Tenth, and Eleventh Doctors at least, possibly more)

Rating: Mostly Teen, some chapters/excerpts Mature

Series Summary:

"The Eternals called it the Howling."

A sloooooow-burn take on Series 1-6 (at least), primarily following: a) the relationship between the Doctor and Rose Tyler and b) the impacts of the Bad Wolf and the Time War on all of reality.

Goes slightly AU at POTW, full-on AU at Doomsday (but not in a “Rose stays” or “Doomsday just doesn’t happen” way, more of a make-worse than a fix-it so still quite angsty for a while), and hardcore AU around TSE/JE, but will largely stick to the major events of the episodes and fill in some bits in between.

Fluffy, angsty, hurt/comfort-y, etc.

Cannot promise that each individual fic has a happy ending, but CAN and DO promise that the series as a whole will.

Updates Tuesdays & Fridays, regular updates for individual works, occasional short break between works

Series Works:

"The Wolf at the Door" (Summary & info) (Read on AO3)

"Something of the Wolf" (Summary & info) (Read on AO3)

"The Boy Who Cried Wolf" (Summary & info) (Read on AO3)

Fun Snazzy Elements in This Series:

Rose Tyler absolutely has undiagnosed ADHD and I will die on that hill

Not 50th-anniversary compliant: Eighth Doctor was the War Doctor and Gallifrey was permanently destroyed

This author believes there’s no way a fully-human!Rose would’ve survived POTW holding the Vortex energy for so long if mere seconds of it caused the Doctor to regenerate. So be on the lookout for interesting changes to Rose in this series, including

Bad Wolf as disability

Rose, Martha, Donna, Amy, and any other companions all get to be well-rounded characters with their own arcs and strengths and weaknesses, and we don't have to pit them against one another because in my fic we support the coexistence of multiple complex women who live different but intersecting lives with distinct experiences and possess the nuance to understand and acknowledge that :)

tooth-rotting fluff AND horrendous tear-inducing angst AND something that made a reader comment "i want to eat my hand" which I feel like is a ringing endorsement???

CWs in chapter notes and trigger-free summaries and excerpts provided for certain chapters/available on request!

#doctor who fanfiction #ficandchips #timepetals #doctor x rose #ten x rose #nine x rose #ninerose #tenrose #rose tyler #tenth doctor #ninth doctor #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #eleven x rose #bad wolf #bad wolf as disability

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doverstar · 4 days

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@smileythirteen requested this one-word prompt for Doctor/Rose: "hypothermia" so I chose Eleven/Rose- Read it here!

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dreamcaught · 11 months

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hiii that WIP game looks fun! interested to hear what the Day of the Doctor rewrite is about if you don’t mind sharing? 👀

@sherl-grey babe, I've got so may ideas for the Day of the Doctor rewrite it's not even --

Okay, so as part of my Back to Me series (an eventual Eleven-era-rewrite) I acknowledge that I must tackle the 50th. In itself, I was actually a fan of that episode because anything with both Ten and Eleven together is going to make me happy, even if they're just standing awkwardly in front of the camera - but it doesn't fit with my series, so I can't keep it as is.

This document is essentially a mishmash list of ideas that maybe-possibly-might fit congruently with my story but it also includes one-shots because my brain falls apart with outlines.

Since I'm hoping to actually use some of my more coherent ideas for my eventual series rewrite, here's one that I might end up making as a one-shot if I ever have the chance to do any free-time-fun writing ever again!

Thanks for asking!

The Moment appears as River, not Rose. River, who has already demonstrated that she is willing to sacrifice the fate of the universe for the Doctor's supposed life/happiness (Wedding of River Song) tries to convince him that saving Gallifrey is the right thing to do. It's not. Rose (as Bad Wolf), appears later on to show him that his sacrifice is worth both the safety of the universe - and of meeting her in the first place.

Gallifrey has to burn.

#thanks for asking #eleven x rose #fanfiction #timepetals #bad wolf #my fic

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sofya-fanfics · 10 months

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The Stars Will Always Lead Me To You

Fandoms : Naruto / Doctor Who

Relationship : Thirteen x Sakura

My Crossover Ships Week 2023 contribution for the prompt : Reincarnation.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Sakura put her head in her hands as a sharp pain ran through her. She had never felt this. It was as if her head was going to explode from too much information. Thousands of images raced through her head. She lowered her hands and opened her eyes. She remembered everything. Her name was Rose Tyler and she had regenerated.

Disclaimer : Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and Doctor Who belongs to the BBC.

@crossover-ships-brainrot

AO3 / FF.NET

The Doctor ran as fast as he could. The ship was heading straight towards a black hole, with about ten people on board. He had thought about all the possibilities and he had found a single solution. He had to gather everyone in one part of the ship and separate the other part to prevent the black hole from sucking them in entirely. But for that, someone had to stay at the risk of being sucked in. Only he could do it. But he would not have thought that Rose would knock him out to take his place.

He did not know how long he had been unconscious, but he had to hurry before it was too late. He had just reunited with her, after all these centuries without her. He had lost Amy, Rory and River, but Rose had reappeared in his life. She was no longer human. The TARDIS had changed something in her so she could not age anymore and she could not die.

For the first time in years, he was happy. They could finally live together forever. But things had not gone as it should and they were going to be separated again. He arrived at the heart of the ship, where it had to split in two. The door was closed. He tried to open it with his sonic screwdriver, but he could not opened it. Rose must have blocked it. He saw her through the glass of the door and he knocked with all his might.

“Rose !” He shouted. “Rose, open the door !” “No way,” she said, making the final adjustments to the central computer. “You won’t sacrifice yourself.” “Don't worry, I'll find a way to get back. But I'm begging you, open that door.”

Rose approached the glass.

“Promise me you won't stop running. You have to travel, find companions and show them the universe. The universe needs you.”

He did not care about the universe, he thought. All that mattered was getting Rose to safety. She put her hand on the glass and the Doctor imitated her. He begged her to discard the idea. Rose smiled, despite the tears streaming down her cheeks.

“The stars will always lead me to you,” she said.

Without taking her eyes off him, she pointed her sonic screwdriver she had made in Pete's world at the computer and the ship split in two. The Doctor felt helpless. All he could do was watching Rose get sucked in the black hole while the part of the ship he was in drifted away.

After getting the entire crew to safety, the Doctor returned to the TARDIS. Why keep helping the universe, he thought bitterly, when the universe was taking everyone he loved from him.

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Sakura lay down on the ground and watched the stars. The sky was clear and the stars sparkled brilliantly. She had always liked watching them. They soothed and comforted her. As far as she could remember, the stars had always brought her this feeling of well-being. When she was a child, she wanted to travel across the universe so she could visit distant galaxies. She was convinced that it was possible and she was still convinced of it.

Naruto lay down next to her. Sakura looked at him and smiled. He had had an arm transplant four months ago and he had insisted on going on a mission with Sakura. It was a simple two-day mission, but Sakura was happy to spend time with her best friend.

“Still watching at the stars,” he teased gently. “I find them comforting.” “Do you still believe you can travel to the stars ?”

Sakura laughed lightly and she patted his shoulder. Naruto could not help wincing.

“Stop making fun of me.”

But she was convinced that something was about to change. Something important that could change her life. After returning from the mission, Sakura had the strange feeling that she was drawing to the stars more and more. As if they were calling her. Every day, she felt like her brain was assimilating new knowledge, things she had never learned. At night, she had strange dreams. She dreamed of unknown creatures and distant planets. But some things were recurring. A blue box that was bigger on the inside and a man with different faces. One day, while she was sleeping, the name of that man came to her mind.

“Doctor !” Sakura called waking up suddenly.

She put her head in her hands as a sharp pain ran through her. She had never felt this. It was as if her head was going to explode from too much information. Thousands of images raced through her head. London, Powell Estate, Jacky, Mickey, the Doctor, the TARDIS, Bad Wolf, Pete's world, John, her reunion with the Doctor, the black hole.

Sakura lowered her hands and opened her eyes. She remembered everything. Her name was Rose Tyler and when she was being sucked in the black hole, she had regenerated. It was the only explanation she had. She would never have thought that Bad Wolf could do this. She had landed in Konoha as a baby. The Harunos had found her under the cherry blossoms and had named her Sakura. But unlike the Doctor, she had no memory of her past life until today. Sakura remembered the feeling she had that things were about to change. But she would never have believed in this kind of change.

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Several weeks had passed and Sakura had only one idea in mind, to find the Doctor. But she had no way to contact him. Ever since she had regained her memory, she had been trying to build a device that might be able to send a signal to the TARDIS. She knew it would be complicated and it would take her time. But she was sure of one thing. No matter how many times they were apart, they would always meet again.

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The Doctor lowered the throttle, but the TARDIS would not listen and did exactly as she pleased. They were heading to an unknown destination deep in the universe and that worried the Doctor. There was a violent jolt and she fell to the floor. She did not understand what was going on. The TARDIS suddenly stopped and the Doctor walked towards the screen. She opened her eyes wide as she read the instructions. Her hearts were pounding so hard she thought they would explode.

It was impossible. She did a new check and the result was the same. Rose was there. On the other side of the door. She remembered that fateful day when Rose had disappeared. There was no way she survived. But maybe… The Doctor felt hope rise in her. Maybe Rose was still alive. After all, it was not the first time that she thought she would not see her again and Rose miraculously reappeared in her life.

The Doctor only knew that she was in a village called Konoha, on a planet similar to Earth but which was millions of light years from where the black hole had been.

The Doctor ran out of the TARDIS. She was in front of a building that was being demolished. She stepped inside and nearly lost her balance when she felt a violent jolt. She arrived in a completely demolished hallway.

“What happened here ?” She wondered.

The floor shook again and the Doctor saw a figure running towards her. It was a young woman, but it was not Rose. She had pink hair and when she arrived in front of the Doctor, she could see her big green eyes.

“You mustn't stay here,” she said. “Run !”

She took her hand and they ran off. This took the Doctor back several centuries when she met Rose. This girl was not Rose, yet she felt the same warmth and sweetness in her hearts. The Doctor looked behind her and she saw two Cybermen. They left the building and the pink haired let go of her hand. The Doctor felt a void, but she came to her senses when the pink haired hit the ground with her fist and the building collapsed.

“Wow !” The Doctor exclaimed. “Impressive.”

The woman grinned from ear to ear.

“Thanks.”

She looked towards the ruined building.

“I must have miscalculated,” she muttered. “The Cybermen should not have heard my call.”

The Doctor watched her. She had spoken far too softly and she had not understood what she had just said. She did not look like Rose. But she knew it was her. Everything in her knew it was Rose. Maybe she had regenerated. After all, there's still a lot she did not know about Bad Wolf.

“Is everything alright ?” She asked, noticing the Doctor watching her. “Yes, it is.”

The Doctor grinned from ear to ear. Suddenly, another Cyberman came towards them. The Doctor walked over to the building's electrical panel. The electrical wires were down. She ran her sonic over the panel. When the Cyberman would step on the wires, he would be electrocuted, she thought. But they had to leave quickly, it was also dangerous for them.

“Let's go,” the Doctor said.

She took her hand and the girl followed her without asking questions. They entered the TARDIS. The Doctor walked to the dashboard, while her guest looked around.

“It's…” she began. “It's bigger on the inside,” the Doctor continued.

She approached the Doctor, smiling.

“I knew you would hear my call.” “Rose,” the Doctor smiled. “From now on, my name is Sakura.”

Another flower name, the Doctor thought.

“What do you think about it ?” Sakura asked. “Is that a good or bad difference ?” “A good difference,” she answered, she had never been so happy.

Sakura took her hand and squeezed it.

“The stars will always lead me to you.”

This sentence which had caused her so much pain, now made her happy. She took Sakura in her arms and kissed her. She was reunited with her and she did not want to spend a second away from her.

No matter what would happen. Whether her name was Rose or Sakura. She was finally with the Doctor, aboard the TARDIS, forever.

The end

#crossovershipsweek #crossovershipweek2023 #doctor who #naruto #thirteen x sakura #Eleven X Rose #Thirteenth Doctor #13th Doctor #Sakura Haruno #eleventh doctor #11th Doctor #rose tyler #Naruto crossover #doctor who crossover #CrossOver #fanfiction #My writing

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cadence-blackburn-for-queen · 2 years

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i really should sleep now but i am stuck with reading elevenrose fanfics. why are all the writers so good. i need to sleep but no i don't the fics goes before sleep

#sigrid posts shit again #dw #doctor who #rose tyler #rose tyler my beloved #11th doctor #dw fanfics #elevenrose #eleven x rose #the doctor #nuwho #doctor x rose

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simplyshelbs16xoxo · 2 years

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not me bawling my eyes out to doctor x rose videos and sob singing to coldplay

#doctor who #doctor x rose #ten x rose #tentoo x rose #nine x rose #eleven x rose

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persephoneobscure · 9 months

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Dear Rose

#tenrose #doctor x rose #fanfic #capa de fanfic #capa para fanfic #capa de fic #capa para spirit #capa design #ibispaintx #eleven x rose

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sherl-grey · 2 years

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finally got up a sequel to a more literal method of compartmentalization :) roughly a year later, my AO3 profile comes full circle~

Ratings/Warnings: General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply

Pairings: Eleventh Doctor/Rose Tyler, implied Twelfth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Word Count: 5798

Series Link here

Summary:

He’s known… well, not quite from the moment they’d first found each other again, because when he’d first seen her his brain had simply stopped, grinded to a halt as his eyes drank her in, and he couldn’t have focused on a single thing other than the repeated mantra of her name (RoseRoseRose) as he held her again with arms that he thought would never get to know her touch.

But soon after that, at least. He’s known since approximately then that eventually… eventually he would have to tell her about the room on the TARDIS that was somehow both hers from him and also his from her--hers from him in the literal sense, and his from her in that her very presence managed to comfort him within those walls, despite the fact that she’d never once stepped foot through the door, not physically. He’d brought her in instead, piece by piece, gift by gift, and with each one the memories of her and all of the feelings she evoked in him seemed to saturate the shelves and the walls and the floor until he could practically bask in them all, until he could simply rest in this place that had been created for them and let the nostalgia and yearning wash over him until he all but drowned in it.

#i was going to make a pretty post but i am in fact lazy #so here's the link and the summary basically lol #later i will hopefully remember to update my fic masterpost #since it's been like 6 months since i've done that and there's a lot of new stuff #but knowing me there's still like a 30% chance i'll forget for another 1.5 weeks lol #anyways if you happen to click. hope you enjoy :)#elevenrose #eleven x rose #my fic

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your-own-scifi-nerd · 1 year

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Some Timepetal texts because everyone needs more Timepetals in their lives (pt 1)

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jacks-the-flower · 1 year

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darling i just can't get you out of my head, your scent lingers in my old jumper

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It was so elusive, so mind-boggling. It put her brain on the edge of an idea and her tongue ready to burst out with the answer.

Hang on, was that her old perfume?

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It was a peculiar thing, something so familiar yet so unanticipated. She caught it at the edge of her own perception, sweetly reaching her senses with a dubious flair. It was something she knew well, something that she knew a little too well. What was it? It was right there for her to grasp, but the concept was elusive. Perhaps there was too much going on around her.

She stood before him, simultaneously at home and exposed. What would he think of her now? Did he remember her? Did he still believe in the end of that sentence? Why did he change? Was he alone? What was that smell?

Now she understood it, the floral scent of her past. Her past with him. But why was she discerning it now? Was it the reminder of everything, of what she’d had with him, what they had been? Unless…

She approached him slowly, artfully prowling towards him, making herself known yet advancing calmly and disarmingly. There was no need for her curiosity to scare him off.

She stopped a few feet away from him, drawn in by her own scent. It wasn’t her scent anymore, however, it was his. It mingled with his own various aromas; the wool coat, the leather polish on his hands and shoes, the grease from the TARDIS, what must be numerous hair gel products he’d used. His scent was quite unique, yes, but under all of that: her.

“Are you going to say anything?”

Her golden brown eyes flickered to his own green-tinged ones. She’d never thought that any other pairs of eyes would be as entrancing, or scents for that matter. Somehow this version was the most intoxicating, boyish but ancient and venerable, something new in ways that she hadn’t experienced from him. When she looked into his eyes, she saw an openness that hadn’t been there. He was somehow, simultaneously, more guarded than she’d ever seen him, and yet more open to her.

“Am I- is it… good different? Bad different?”

His eyes grew worried and lines started to appear in assent with his fears, she supposed it was now time to say something, “You’ve been using my soaps.”

He gave a light chuckle at that, bowing his head a little in confirmation, “Yes well, I had to, well I- I had to…” he stammered uncertainly, “keep you with me somehow.” He looked back up at her, “I hope you don’t mind, I’ve been, well…” he paused before blurting out, “I’ve been using your room.”

She raised her brows, he what?

“Well some nights, I’m in the hammock; lovely things hammocks, quite comfortable.”

Ah, a familiar habit. He did so love a good babble, in both of the bodies she knew. Though her first one seemed to prefer it from her while she was cross with someone. He’d had beautiful blue eyes then, though his new green ones were just as gorgeous. He smelt of leather polish in that face too.

She slowly pulled her hand up, sweeping along the hem of his coat on its way.

“I erm, I can move back out if you’d like,” she kept moving ever so slowly, brushing over his hearts, enjoying his impatient jitters, “who am I kidding of course you’d like me to move out of your very own, very personal room. That’s,” he gasped out as she pressed her hand against his cheek, drawing circles behind his ear, taking in the details of his new face, “that’s just common sense. In fact, it was wrong of me to take up residence in the first place, what was I even thinking? Stupid Doctor, never thinking about what you want.”

And with that, she was thrust back into uncomfortable memories; moments where they were so close, but separated by a wall of fear and uncertainty. Now isn’t that a funny comparison.

Her hand had stilled and she brought it down to caress his chin, “If I’m allowed back, I can’t do that again, Doctor.”

He stepped impossibly closer to her, knocking her hand down to his chest where she could feel his hammering double-heart rate, and reached up to cup both sides of her face with his hands, staring intensely into her eyes, “It was never, ever an if, Rose Tyler. It was always a matter of when.”

She peered into his eyes, searching for the deceit, the lie to placate her. She found nothing but determination and adoration. He looked amazed, presumably at her, his eyes drifting over her features; she’d almost call it reverent. Did he still have that much faith in her? After all of this time?

“How long has it been, Doctor?” she questioned softly, lips moving faster than her mind.

His eyes dimmed, skirting from her face, and he withdrew his hands from her cheeks. She missed them.

He retreated in on himself slightly, stepping back and slouching down, bringing his arms in close, wringing his hands. He wouldn't meet her eyes. She missed them too.

“It’s difficult to place exactly, but my guess is around three-hundred, three-hundred ‘n fifty, years.” It was a painful thing to imagine, but not a surprising one. He was older.

Then again so was she.

She couldn't help her regret in not finding him sooner. Centuries had passed and they had to move forward. It changed them. “I’m so sorry, Doctor; I’m so late,” she told him mournfully.

He smiled bitterly at that, still looking to the side, “Something tells me I’m late too,” he said, green eyes finally looking at hers once again. She understood immediately; there was always something of the wolf about her. Though wolves don’t tend to live as long.

He faced her fully again, gazing at her with a great jumble of emotions, “I suppose we’re a bit more evenly matched now, not that we weren’t before but…” At that, his eyes grew more pained and guilt-ridden, conveying what she thought was an apology. Those eyes were always quite expressive weren’t they.

She approached him once more, this time she snaked both of her hands around his neck, his own moving to rest on her hips. She fixed her eyes directly on to his, trying to convey as much love and determination as she could, “You’ve got my forever, Doctor, do I have yours?”

He drew her in closer, resting their foreheads together, “I think you’ve always had my forever, Rose,” he took a deep breath in, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She took her own breath in, cataloging his new scent of antiquities and floral soap. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, before confessing, “I love you.”

She knew what would happen next, he never gets to finish his sentence. She was fine with that, content even, only knowing that he felt so much for her. It didn’t have to be said.

“I love you too, Rose Tyler.”

She snapped her eyes open, flitting over his face – nose, hair, ears, cheeks, eyebrows - before settling on his eyes; his ever expressive, blue-then-brown-now-green eyes. He was fixed on to her, transfixed on her face, her own eyes. Amazed, relieved, and genuine all at once. It was not the platitude that she might have expected, it was a truth in the way he looked at her, held her in his arms, caressed her features. In the way that he used her old soaps and slept in her room, three-hundred something years after she was gone.

“Yeah?” She felt a weight lift from her chest, something she’d never known about. She felt herself brighten and she smiled at him, giddy with the new revelation. She always knew he loved her, but now she believed it.

“Yeah,” He followed suit, lips growing wider and wider, toothier and toothier. It was a marvelous sight for a face so marred by regret and guilt to be so openly happy, so openly in love. She found that it was intoxicating. She found him intoxicating.

Every bit of him - clothes, cadence, scent, hair, freckles - was fascinating and new, but intensely familiar in ways she wasn’t sure he'd readily admit. She found herself loving him all over again.

She always fell right back in love, even when he changed faces and preferences. She just grew to cherish each and every new characteristic and quirk. Like the eyes that were staring at her. Like the lips curved into a small, fond smile.

She slowly raked her eyes up from his lips, leisurely gliding over his features. His eyes were heavy-lidded, no doubt from watching her sultry show. She saw the same feelings that she had reflected within herself; attraction, fondness, intoxication, and love.

He leaned his head down and she tilted hers up, moving in a familiarity they shared in their old lives. When their lips met, she realized that this was in fact so wonderfully new. They were not so young back then to not have shared a kiss between them, but this one was different. Different in the way they held a tenderness between them instead of stunted longing. Different in the way they embraced each other with care and affection. Different in the way they could taste the devotion and determination they’d been too fearful to commit to.

His tongue flicked out along her bottom lip and she opened up to him fully, one hand threading through his hair. His left hand slowly traveled up from her hip to the small of her back, nails grazing her skin. The physical and mental effect it had on her caused her to gently pull back for air; the bridges of their noses resting together, their hands in wandered places.

She had taken a few moments of stillness before realizing how mentally connected they had become. A soft presence was intermingled with her mind, sharing in her love and admiration as they became closer than they previously dared.

She opened her eyes and found him, his own eyes already wide and fixed on hers. She smiled softly and sent a warm wave of emotions to him, focussing on reassurance and determination as well as tenderness and adoration.

He breathed out a short puff, breaking out into another disbelieving smile. He brought the hand from her hip up to her cheek and kissed her again, this time with excitement and enthusiasm. His tongue dipped into her mouth again, energetically brushing over the back of her teeth and soft palate. A small laugh bubbled up from her chest and he pulled back, sharing in her euphoria.

He settled back down, loosening his hold to a comfortable embrace. “Am I dreaming?” he breathed out.

She hummed at him, “That depends, what would your dream say?”

“No.” he said, shaking his head slightly.

She smirked thoughtfully, tilting her head to mock-think, “Then yes,” she decided, giving him a tongue-touched smile that she knew made his mind misfire. And misfire it did, if the stumbling rush of consciousness brushing against her was anything to go by.

He rocked forward excitedly, before pausing, eyes alight with mirth, “Well hang on now, is that a yes to me dreaming or a yes in contrast to what my dream would say?”

She just smiled wider, “Can I stick around and find out?”

“Darling, you,” he kissed both of her cheeks, before looking right at her, genuinely, “can move in with me.”

She felt giddy at that, sharing it across their connection, but outwardly maintaining her playful demeanor, “Weeeell,” she drawled out, “your home is pretty big, infinite, you could say.”

He chuckled, holding her tight, “That she is.”

He slowed for a moment, taking a deep breath, before looking at her in earnest, “Be there when I wake up?” he asked hopefully.

She reached up a hand to brush his hair, giving him a fond smile and a caress of conviction and certainty.

“Forever.”

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