reminds me of doctor x rose

anonymous asked:

Number 2 - Tentoo x rose

“It reminded me of you.”

Tentoo x Rose

The Doctor followed close behind Rose as she swung the door to her flat open and walked in. He wasn’t really sure what to expect or what was expected of him. There was still so much they hadn’t talked about so he just kept his mouth shut for now and followed her lead.

The door closing behind him sounded disproportionately loud in the quiet space.

“Home sweet home, I guess,” Rose said, wry smirk on her face. “Not much here, to be honest, but it’s a blank slate for us now.”

He walked up next to her, looking around at the sparsely furnished living room. “You didn’t think you’d be coming back,” he said, words falling heavily as he was faced with the reality that she had been doing her best to not make this flat a home.

He’d seen how Rose made herself at home and it involved putting stuff everywhere. Her room back on the Estate had been crowded with little bits of memorabilia from years past and trinkets picked up because she liked the look of them and had a quid to spare that day.

She’d made the TARDIS her home too. She’d spread little bits of herself, blankets and shoes and jackets, everywhere. He’d occasionally chided her over making a mess but he’d loved the way she had settled in like she planned to stay.

This though, this room was practically empty in comparison. It was clean and tidy and wholly lacking in personality.

“I didn’t,” she admitted. “But I’m here and I’m with you and now we can make this place a bit more homey.” She reached out and found his hand to squeeze. “Or we can go find somewhere new, I’m obviously not attached.”


“Let me show you something,” she said, not letting him continue. She pulled him towards her bedroom which at least showed signs of her living there. She left him in the doorway and picked her way across the room in the dark until she reached a lamp. Rose rolled her finger across the power dial and suddenly the room was awash in pinpricks of light.

“It’s like a planetarium,” he said, stepping forward to get a better look at the spread of stars on her walls. “You brought the stars to your flat.”

“It reminded me of home,” Rose said. “Reminded me of you.”

The Doctor didn’t know what to say to that so he covered the distance between them and cupped her face in his hands before leaning down to gently kiss her amongst the stars.

Fic Writer Wednesday (10/4)

In which I read Too Much Fic.™

Yaaay! I managed to make this a weekly thing again! Here be loads of Lucifer fic, but there was also a lot of great Doctor Who fic this week! 

**Continued note to Lucific authors: if you see your fic on here feel free to drop me a line so I can tag you! I’m not following nearly enough of you!

<<Doctor Who>>

Ten x Rose

A Strangely Familiar Touch (Chapter 2) by @chocolatequeennk: the reunion!! I always like to see the Doctor getting to be happy after the shitshow that is Manhattan. And the convo between Eight and Martha is everything I never knew I needed!

Worth It by @chocolatequeennk: Rose is injured on a mission and the Doctor has to remind himself what it’s all about. Nancy is the master of hurt/comfort and it shows!!

Forever and Never Apart (Chapter 22) by @chocolatequeennk: I can never get enough of the Doctor and Rose being idiots together in love! A much-needed interlude chapter with fluffy fluff and important discussions and fall! Simply beautiful!

A Journey Through Time (Chapter 8) by @dimensionhoppingrose: the epic conclusion!! We say a sad goodbye to Ten :( but at least Rose is there to help him through it, just as the Doctor is there to help Rose through her trauma regarding the Master.

An Ode To Hope (Chapter 12) by @kelkat9: Continued excellence! I love this re imagining of one of my favourite episodes of all time!!

Doctor x Rose

Best of Times by @cryofthewolf: What if you met your soulmate in dreams? A very unique take on the Doctor/Rose soulmates thing and very excellent! Definitely check this one out (and not just because it was a gift for me and @paigenotblank :P)

AU Doctor x Rose

Campus Coffee House by @lastbluetardis: cutest coffee shop meetcute, as expected from the AU queen :)


Devil’s Bargain (Chapter 19) - so happy to see an update for this fic! It’s the top kudo’d fic in the Deckerstar tag for a reason!

This Favours Thing by @elenacalderas Latest entry in the superlative Devil’s Trap series! Chloe inadvertently takes a leaf from Lucifer’s book to get the Devil to take care of his grieving brother. I’m excited to see where this is going!

Samael - Lucifer loses the ability to control his form, only this time it’s not super frustrating. Beautifully written exploration of their relationship!

Devil’s Own - a much-needed exploration of what happened after 1x13 if this was at all realistic. I wish we’d gotten to see some more fallout from that tbh, and this fic delivers!

Kiss it Better - THE hurt/comfort fic. That’s literally the entire premise, and it’s my entire jam. Wonderful. 

staying to stop the bleeding - more post-1x13 fallout :) Gorgeously written!

I’m down on my knees (I’m begging you please) -  In which Chloe complains about Dan to Lucifer. Richly deserved!

Granted a moment - a missed moment at a charity ball becomes a much better moment later… gimme all the dressed up!Chloe and kissing in the rain and hot hot smut! <3

The Days Before Christmas - 25 fluffiest fluffy chapters! It’s nowhere near Christmas but it doesn’t need to be to enjoy this lovely fic. Lucifer and Christmas continue to go together perfectly.

In Nomine Patris - In which Lucifer is very unprepared to become a father. And no one is surprised.

Avenging Angel - What if Chloe found Carmen first? 

If I Lose Myself by @burningupasunjusttosayhello: Dramatic aerial rescue! What else are wings for? This is fantastic!

Tea With the Devil by @burningupasunjusttosayhello: Lucifer babysits Trixie and teaches her how to play the piano! So adorable I could burst!

Heaven’s Monkey Wrench - A much more satisfying aftermath to 2x13. Chloe finds out the truth and goes to confront Lucifer in Vegas. The conclusion we all needed!

My Friendly Monster - Lucifer believes he’s a monster. Trixie has another opinion. Or: How Trixie (and everyone else) found out that Lucifer is the Devil. This is so cute!

Beat of My Drum by @fearthespork: Lucifer and Chloe on the dance floor at Lux. Pure hotness. 

No Kids Allowed by @fearthespork:  Chloe sends Trixie off to her very first sleepover, so she can have one of her own. Smut galore!!

Radio Silence by @fearthespork:  Hot hot smut with Deckerstar (and Dan should really know better.)

Monogamy by @fearthespork: In which Lucifer freaks out about love and Doctor Linda is understanding. (No Lucifer/Linda here, in case you were wondering).  I could totally see this happening in the show!!

Redeeming the Devil - the one in which Charlotte comes after Chloe, which doesn’t sit well at all with Lucifer… and every possible cat gets out of the bag :)

Begging the Devil a Favour - Owwww this one hurts my soul. Protective!Lucifer in spades though!!

Last Chance

My contribution to Eight/Rose August

“You’re going to leave me behind, aren’t you?” Rose asked, ashamed of the slight tremble in her voice.

The Doctor wouldn’t look at her. “Yes.”

“You’re going to fight in the war.” It wasn’t a question. She knew the answer before he’d even said anything.


“And…and you won’t take me with you.” Tears burned in the backs of her eyes as she wrapped her arms around herself.

“I can’t, Rose. You know that,” he said.

“We’re a team, though! You and me, better with two, right?”

The Doctor‘s shoulders sagged. “Rose, please–”

“What if you die?! What if something happens and I’ll never know if you…if you’re…” She began to sob as the bitter reality of their situation sank in. “Please don’t leave me behind…I can help.”

“No.” He turned around, his expression hard. “I will not drag you into this war. I’ve already ruined enough lives, Rose. I refuse to ruin yours. You have a life here on Earth.”

“A life?!” She was in hysterics now. “My life is with you! My life is by your side! What kind of life could I possibly have on Earth when my husband is off fighting a war for the very people who have tried to separate us over and over again?! I’m never leaving you!”

He reached out to cup her face, anguished. “And I can’t lose you. Rose, I don’t know if I’ll make–”

“Don’t say it! I couldn’t take it if you…if you…didn’t come home.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, eyes closed. “I don’t want to leave you…I don’t ever want to leave you, but this war…I can’t take you this time. I can’t risk you and the baby. Please understand. Please, Rose.”

She clung to him, burying her face in his cravat. “I know. I’m sorry. I just don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”

“I’m sorry, Rose, but if I don’t go there may not be a home to come back to. I won’t let them get to you or our child.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. “Rose, you should know, if I…when I come back for you I may not look like this anymore. I might…change.”

Rose’s breath hitched as she whispered, “You might regenerate?”

“Best case scenario if things go south, Rose. I’ll still be me, though.”

“I know. You’ll always be my Doctor.”

“That’s my girl.” He peppered kisses all over her face as he soothed her. “I’ll find my way back to you, no matter what.”

With a deep breath, Rose pulled away from him. “Do you have to leave right now?”

He sighed. “I shouldn’t delay much longer. It’s worsening by the day.”

“One night, that’s all I ask. Just one more night.”

Determination shined in her eyes and he could not deny her, not when it could be their last night together. Not when he might die before even seeing their child take their first breath. He needed this as much as she did. “One more night.”

She finally smiled at him through her tears. “Then let me remind you of what is waiting for you when you come back to me.”

He loved her that night with the desperation of a dying man. The next morning he was gone.

fic: the best policy

Ten/Rose ficlet. The Doctor and Rose have something to tell Jackie. Literally pure fluff. There is no substance to this. It’s just candyfloss. Or popcorn. Or something.

“How are we going about this, then?” the Doctor asked quietly, as he and Rose entered Jackie’s flat.

“We’re just gonna make her dinner while she’s out, then sit her down with a bottle of wine and some good food, and then just…announce it. Yeah?”

He wrinkled his nose. “What, like a big production? Should we really draw attention to it too much? Isn’t it better to just sort of hint?”

They walked into the kitchen and dumped the carrier bags full of shopping onto the counters.

“Doctor.” Rose tugged on his arm, pulling him in front of her, and met his gaze steadily. “Do you want to go back to the TARDIS?”

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He knows it’s a dream, even before he opens his eyes. The warmth, that sweet scent of her, blurs the edges of his brain’s perception, and he falls, willingly. He will ignore the danger, just for a few moments. It’ll be worthwhile.

When she looks at him with those wide, amber eyes, there is only love, no sadness. As though they’d never been parted. As though she weren’t trapped in that universe, untouchable. As though his hearts hadn’t been broken for centuries.

She questions the tears before he even knows they’ve trailed down the deep creases of his face.

To him, she is as glorious, no, more glorious than any star. Radiant, vibrant, so full of youth and life. As though time has no hold on her.

He curses this body, curses this face. Why did it have to be this one? Hardened, and withered, skeptical and quick to anger. He looks to her again.

“Do I look no different to you?” The Scottish brogue rolls his r’s, and he curses even this, for no other reason than it belongs to the rest of the package.

“You never do to me, my Doctor.”

He threads a shaking hand through her tresses, tears streaming down his face more liberally now. He can feel the pain in his right temple, reminding him that this perfection is simply an illusion, and it shatters the remainders of his fragile hearts.

He presses his lips to hers once, a bittersweet goodbye, and lets her go.

Time to wake up.

bubblygal92  asked:

Prompt for you, dear Larxy! Eight x Rose, World War II spies

The Doctor is a legend in the force, a man who seems to be anywhere and everywhere at once. Rose had heard stories as she was going through training, learning her background and practicing her accent, listening with wonder at some of his exploits.

No one really knew who he was. Some said he was an elderly gentleman who enlisted the help of his granddaughter to avoid suspicion. Others said he was much younger with blonde hair. And some people were adamant that he was a curly-haired man who stood out so that he could blend in better.

Rose, however, was trained as a messenger, carrying documents over the border and sometimes people. Women in Germany were looked down upon and she played that to her advantage, pretending to be the submissive, quiet women society expected her to be while walking away with top-secret documents in her baggage and, once, in her underthings.

She was on her first unsupervised mission, working as a barmaid in a small pub in Berlin that smuggled people out on the side, when a man dressed in dirty and torn clothes slipped through the door. His voice was gruff and his curly hair was matted and dirty, but he had bright, intelligent blue eyes and for all he acted drunk, he was stone cold sober. 

Rose was wiping down a table near him when he said, quietly, “They say this country is ruled by the stuff of legends.”

She didn’t react, but said noncommittally, “So does every other country.”

He quirked a smile as she gave the cautionary response. “And yet I’m inclined to believe them.”

Rose ignored him and finished cleaning, the looked towards the barkeeper. “I’m taking a break.”

He waved absently as he continued chatting to the man in front of him. Rose slipped out of the back, and a few minutes later the dingy man from the pub approached. “Rose Tyler, I presume?” the man asked. 

“If you want to get technical,” she said. “Here, though, I’m Liesel.”

He shrugged. “I’m here for help. I’m trying to plan a heist and I need an associate.”

Rose crossed her arms. “I’m no one associate, mate. You may rank higher in the military, but when it comes to the German government, we’re equal on the firing range.”

“I wasn’t implying that we weren’t,” he said, surprised. “I really do need your help, and I was told you’re the best.”

“Well, I’ve rescued over a hundred people, not that I’m trying to brag.” She shifted her weight. “Not like I’ve been thanked. They told me I would be trusted with more important assignments by now.”

He grinned. “Well now’s your chance. What do you say about posing about French nobility?”

She considered him. “My accents rubbish.”

“You can be my English wife.” He replied, his accent perfect. “Regardless, we have an invitation to the Fuhrer’s private dinner party, and a beautiful woman on my arm.”

“I’m not gonna seduce him,” she replied.

“Not asking you too. But if you can become friends with his paramour, all the better,” he replied.

Rose sighed. “Alright, anything to get me out of here. Robert can handle the operation on his own.”

He took her hand and bowed over it. “I’m in your debt.”

“I don’t even know your name, though,” Rose said as he walked her back inside. 

Just before she hit the main room, he gave a mischievous smile. “For the sake of our identities, I’m your loving husband George. But between us, you can call me Doctor.”

Rose stared after him, open-mouthed in shock, as he slipped out the door and into the night.

Hello everyone! Thank you to everyone who participated in my first Tumblr Awards! I’ll make up a page of the winners and start the promo within the next few days. If you need a reminder of what you’ve won, check the original post here, or ask me if you have questions.

So, without further ado, here are the results!

The Time Lord Award: Best Doctor Who

winner: @oswinningthroughtheuniverse
runner-up: @badvvolfrose

The Better with Two Award: Best Doctor x Rose

winner: @myicarusdoctor
runner-up: @goingtothetardis

The Alec Hardy Award: Best David Tennant

winner: @whatisthepointofyouhardy
runner-up: @nannyogg123

The Jack Harkness Award: Best Multi-Fandom

winner: @hannahcole
runner-up: @quuantum

The Rose Tyler Award: Nicest/Most Supportive Blogger

winner: @perfectlyrose
runner-up: @sequencefairy

The TARDIS Award: Best Theme

winner: @dovtorwho
runner-up: @tennantandtheconverse

The Gallifrey Award: Best URL

winner: @whatisyourlefteyebrowdoingdavid
runner-up: @snufflestheanimagus

The Clara Oswald Award: Best Icon

winner: @starsovergallifrey
runner-up: @ofstormsandwolves

The K-9 Award: Funniest Blogger

winner: @tinyconfusion
runner-up: @captaingrahamcr

The Bad Wolf Award: Best Original Content


winner: @badwolfrun
runner-up: @atimelordswife


winner: @travelingrose
runner-up: @megabadbunny

The Amy Pond Award: Best Fics

winner: @dimensionhoppingrose
runner-up: @skyler10fic

The Martha Jones Award: Best Rising Blogger (fewer than 500 followers)

winner: @theendofthatsentence
 runner-up: @veritascara

The Tentoo Award: Ashley’s Overall Favorite

winners (♥ I couldn’t pick between the two of you ♥): @chocolatequeennk & @dirty-brian

Thanks again to everyone who participated. It was so difficult to pick winners, because you’re all amazing with beautiful blogs!! 

And my deepest thanks to @badwolfrun​ for the original banner image; I slapped on a new text box, I hope you don’t mind ^.^

misstylersmith  asked:

Can you write a 10too and Rose fic? The thing is, The Doctor is freaking out in the day that his daughter is borning, 'cause he doesn't know he'll make it right.

“Doctor, calm down, you’re making me go into premature labor,” Rose grumbled.

He froze mid-step. “What?!”

She huffed. “Not really, but will you sit down? You have that look on your face which means something drastic is about to happen, and I’m getting nervous.”

The Doctor ran a hand through his already mussed hair and gingerly sat down next to her. “Our baby is going to be born in a week.”

“So says you,” she replied. “For all we know, little miss tap dancer could be impatient, or procrastinating.”

He shook his head. “One week, Rose. Trust me. Thing is…” he hesitated.

Rose looked at him in concern. “Doctor, what is it?” Alarm laced through her voice. “Oh, my god. Is there something wrong with the baby? Have you been hiding something? Doctor, is she sick?!”

“No, no, Rose, calm down,” he hastily replied, pulling her into a hug. “The baby is healthy, don’t worry about her. It’s me.”

She slugged his arm, but at the awkward angle she barely delivered a glancing blow. “Don’t scare me like that!” After cuddling for a few seconds, she continued, voice soft. “What is it?”

The Doctor placed a hand over her stomach, feeling their daughter wriggle. “You know I was a dad once,” he replied. “And… I was terrible. I didn’t even know I had a granddaughter until a small black-haired toddler was placed in my care. My son died, and I…” he shook his head. “I’m scared, Rose. I don’t know how to be a parent. What if I try my best, and she still hates me?”

Rose pulled away from him,  only to press a kiss to his forehead. “You know, I had the same fear three months in.”

He gave her a confused look. “But…”

“Shhh. Everyone has those fears, Doctor. It’s natural, and besides, you’re part human now. That comes with human fears and insecurities. You’ve been nothing but supportive so far, Doctor, and if the way you get along with Tony is any indication, I already know our baby will be a daddy’s girl.”

“You really think so?” he asked.

“I know so,” she replied. “Besides, you’re just a big kid yourself. I’m going to have to watch out when she starts to walk, I’ll be cleaning up after twice the mess and getting my family out of twice the mischief.”

He smiled. “She’s going to be quite the tinkerer.”

“Now you’re making things up,” Rose replied, rolling her eyes. “Now, as I was saying before you started panicking, I’m craving mum’s shepherd pie, so you need to go pick it up for me.”

He nodded, but before he left he leaned his forehead against hers. “I’ll never deserve this, you know. This life, our family. It’s too good for me.”

She stroked her fingers through his hair a few times so it looked relatively in control. “Good thing I’m here then, to remind you that it’s because of you I’m able to have all this.”

He kissed her briefly before bounding up. “Right! One shepherd’s pie, coming right up!”

He was nearly at the door when Rose’s voice stopped him. “Doctor?”


“Remember what I said about our baby getting impatient?”

THEY PULLED A DOOMSDAY ON US….the Doctor was going to tell her he loved her and she told him not to say it, she knew (also gave me ten/rose vibes “oh she knows”) SO HE YET AGAIN IS LOSING A LOVE AND DOESN’T GET TO SAY IT. And then she goes and says they have bad timing…reminded me of Last Christmas where she said “there was someone wouldn’t of worked out…he was impossible” I’M NOT GOING TO BE OVER THIS, I’m still not over doomsday and this was same if not worse pain…nope nope nope nope…

summersroot  asked:

Ten x rose #20

20: dysfunctional relationship au (This turned more into an abusive relationship, not between Ten and Rose, but rather Jimmy and Rose, and how that impacted them both).

From the very first moment he’d met Jimmy Stone, James hated everything about him. From the tight band t-shirts down to his skinny jeans and worn-out trainers, James loathed this boy. (Rose often teased him that he and Jimmy had a similar style, and while Jimmy preferred band shirts, James often wore science shirts or ones featuring his favorite television shows. James was appalled at the comparison.)

Jimmy also had cocky, haughty attitude, and often belittled those around him. James feared he would also do that to Rose, but if he did, he never saw it, and Rose didn’t mention it.

Rose had been ecstatic when Jimmy first asked her to be his girlfriend. The most popular guy in school was interested in her. Of course she told her best friend the news first. He tried to be happy for her, he truly did. But while he smiled at her and pulled her in for a congratulatory hug, his insides were burning with jealousy as feelings of unease wormed into his brain.

He’d know Rose going on ten years now; they’d met in their primary school class. James had been a new student, coming to London to live with his aunt after his parents died, and Rose was the first person that treated him like a normal kid. They’d been inseparable since. Until now, that is.

At first, they still acted like the best friends that they were. But after a few months, James began seeing Rose less and less. She always apologized, and promised to make it up to him, but would still choose Jimmy over him. He acted like it didn’t bother him, and he always assured her it was fine, but he was cursing Jimmy’s name again and again, ruing the day he stumbled into their lives.

Rose had been seeing Jimmy for over six months when James started to notice the changes. Rose’s drastic weight loss was the first to cross his radar.

He saw her sitting alone at their lunch table, which was the only place he seemed to be able to see her nowadays. Ten years of friendship, and now he only got thirty minutes a day with her. He plopped down beside her, rambling about the various university applications he’d sent in, until he noticed she was just staring at his plate of food while her own tray was empty save for a bottle of water.

“Rose,” he asked worriedly. “Why aren’t you eating? Do you feel all right?”

He brushed the backs of his fingers across her forehead and cheeks, and her temperature felt normal, until her cheeks stained with a blush.

“Just trying to trim down,” she mumbled to the table, rolling the water bottle from hand to hand across the table.

Confusion and irritation swelled up within James.

“Why, you’re perfect!” he blurted, his own cheeks staining red at his outburst.

Rose let out a humorless chuckle, one that James never wanted to hear again.

“Thanks, but I’m not,” she said wryly. “Jimmy’s right. I’ve been putting on a few pounds. Can’t spoil my figure, Jimmy’s starting to get auditions.”

“Jimmy can sod off,” he said hotly, his hands clenching into fists at the idea that anyone would have the audacity to tell Rose she looked anything other than perfect.

Rose pursed her lips angrily and said, “Actually, you can sod off, James! You’re just jealous because for once, you’re not the most important man in my life!”

And with that, she stormed off, leaving him without and appetite and with an aching stomach.

He didn’t see Rose at lunch anymore, but still he sat at their table every day, hoping she would join him. He saw her in the hallways at school, but she never seemed to see him. He was worried about her. He’d overheard that she stopped hanging around with her other friends as well.

Finally, she stopped coming to school.

James went round her flat, knowing with absolutely certainty that Jimmy bloody Stone was the reason she dropped out of school. Instead of Rose, he found Jackie, who looked  more defeated than he’d ever seen her. She told him flatly that Rose had moved in with her boyfriend, and hadn’t left Jackie with any means of contacting her.

James had numbly left Jackie’s flat, missing his friend more than ever.

Summer finally came, and James tried to push all thoughts of Rose aside as he prepared to depart for his first semester at Uni. He  hadn’t seen or heard from Rose in months, and he had finally admitted to himself that he lost his best friend.

A week before he was due to move into his new flat at Oxford, the doorbell rang.

“The nerve of you, showing up like this!” his aunt screeched, and James whipped around the corner in time to see Rose’s face drain of blood, before she turned away.

“Thanks for that,” he snarled to his aunt, before pushing past her and out of the house.

He saw her walking swiftly away from him, and his heart clenched with so many emotions. He was still hurt by her actions, and part of him had the same reaction as his aunt, which just made him feel guilty, and he hated himself for feeling guilty because she was the one who had cut him out of her life in the first place. Still, those emotions were overpowered by relief and the immense love he still held for Rose.

“Rose!” he called, jogging up to her. “Rose, stop, please.”

She turned around, and James’s heart broke when he saw the tears; she rubbed at her nose and tried to blink them away, but he still saw them.

“Come here,” he breathed, pulling her into his arms.

She clung to him tightly, burrowing her face in his shoulder as her body shuddered with sobs. They probably looked ridiculous, standing on the side of the street, but James didn’t care. He hadn’t seen Rose in months; he hadn’t hugged her for even longer.

James whispered soothingly into her ear as he rested his cheek on top of her head. He slowly rocked them from side to side until Rose calmed down.

“I’m so sorry, James,” she whispered, swiping at her eyes. “You were right about Jimmy, about everything, and I’m so sorry.”

James forced a tight smile, still hurt that she could drop him so easily after all they’d been through. But he was overjoyed to see her again, and he was still worried about her. She looked thin and gaunt; the spark behind her eyes was completely gone.

“Chips?” he offered, holding out his hand and wriggling his fingers in invitation.

She gave him a small smile, and twined her fingers through his.

The grabbed their food to go, and walked to the nearby park they always used to frequent. They plopped down on the grass, side by side, and nibbled on their food.

“He left,” she said softly when the chips were gone. She plucked out a piece of grass and began tearing it apart. “Found someone new and left me with three months’ rent. I finally went home to Mum last month; she was livid, as you can imagine, but welcomed me home with open arms. She was nicer than I deserved.”

James wrapped his arm around Rose’s shoulders and cuddled her close to his side. If he ever came across Jimmy Stone again, there was no power on this Earth strong enough to stop him from giving the boy a black eye.

“We’ve missed you,” he murmured to her.

Rose nodded and told him all about the abuse she’d endured, thinking it was love. She was quick to assure James that Jimmy was never physically abusive.

“Emotional abuse is just as devastating,” he told her gently, pressing his lips to her hair.

Rose let out a wry chuckle and said, “You sound like my therapist.”

James balked for a moment, until Rose said, “Yeah, been seeing a therapist for the last few weeks. I was a bit of a mess when I came home. But I’m getting better. Slowly. Even found myself a job down at the shops.”

James pulled her into his lap, his heart breaking for her, but proud that she was building a better life for herself.

“You’ve been kinder than I deserve, too,” she said, nuzzling into his chest. “If I were you, I would be so angry.”

He sucked in a breath and blew it out noisily before saying, “I was. I still am. But I’m so glad to see you again, I’m so glad that you’re safe, and away from Jimmy. You can do so much better than that twat.”

Rose let out a snort of derision and murmured, “Sure.”

“You can!” he protested loudly, pulling back to look her in the eye. “You’re smart and beautiful and funny and kind and compassionate and…”

“Stop it,” she whispered, and James was horrified to see the tears in her eyes. “Just…stop it.”

His stomach clenched uncomfortably when he realized she didn’t believe him.

“You are,” he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “And anyone who says otherwise can piss off. And I’ll keep reminding you how brilliant you are until you truly realize it.”

Rose gave him a watery smile, and wrapped her arms around his neck. James held her just as tightly, and pressed his lips to her temple. It would take awhile for these wounds to heal, but if they worked together, he knew they would be all right in the end.

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Star Burst

This was written for @timepetalsprompts weekly drabble theme ‘Ten or Tentoo x Rose, meteor shower/storm’, prompted by the lovely @on-the-drift! This was inspired by this lovely piece of fanart, drawn by the ever-talented @anniviech!

Tentoo x Rose; ~375 words; heavy teen

The Doctor takes Rose to watch a meteor storm.

“…are traveling on the same parallel path and at the same velocities so that to someone observing from Earth, it appears that they’re all radiating from the same central point and…and you’re not even listening to me! Roooose!”

They were sprawled on a blanket in the middle of a field in the middle of nowhere an hour outside London to watch a meteor storm. The Doctor had been excited for weeks and hadn’t stopped reminding her of what they would be doing on the weekend of November 16th.

(“This meteor shower occurs annually, Rose, but it peaks every couple of decades into a meteor storm! Thousands of meteors can be seen per hour! Per hour, Rose!”)

She loved seeing his enthusiasm for his life with her; he seemed so excitable by the smallest things, and she loved it. She loved him.

Just now, he was going on one of his long-winded explanations on meteors or weather or long-dead scientists or something. Quite honestly, she’d tuned him out when he started talking about star dust, and instead was admiring his profile in the moonlight while enjoying the cadence of his voice. The contours of his face were thrown into sharp relief by the silvery light and she couldn’t help but stroke her fingers across cheekbones, his slightly-upturned eyebrow, his dented left ear, the stubble of his jaw. He was the most beautiful person she’d ever seen.

Rose rolled over and threw her leg over his hips to straddle him before she leaned down to press her lips tenderly to his.

“I love you,” she murmured against his mouth when they eventually broke for breath.

He smiled shyly up at her, his cheeks tinged pink, and she couldn’t help but catch his bottom lip between her teeth. He let out a low groan as she nibbled on his lip and threaded her fingers through his hair.

It didn’t take long for the moonlight to be glinting off of their bare skin. Moans and whimpers echoed through the night, with nothing but rolling hills and grass to hear them. Words of need and want and love were gasped onto each other’s skin, and as stars burst behind their eyes, the sky above them exploded with light.