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Sacred New Beginnings (19/?)

Summary: James Noble thought he traded away his chance at love and a happy-ever-after when he signed a contract with a record label that turned him into an international celebrity. But a chance meeting in a dive bar may prove him wrong. Ten x Rose AU This Chapter: Explicit, ~5000 words AO3 || Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Ch5 | Ch6 | Ch7 | Ch8 | Ch9 | Ch10 | Ch11 | Ch12 | Ch13 | Ch14 | Ch15 | Ch16 | Ch17 | Ch18 |

James can hardly hear past the roar of his pulse in his ears as he is the sole focus of Jackie Tyler’s—(Jackie Peters’s? He’ll have to ask Rose what last name her mum has)—ire. Gone is the cheerful grin he’d seen in the photos Rose had sent of herself and her mother on holiday in Barcelona; now that joy is replaced with the sort of rage only a mother is capable of.

He throws a desperate glance at the other adult in the room, but Tyler Peters is stunned into silence, his eyes locked on James as though he’d never seen a human being before.

Absurdly, this is what unfreezes James, and he throws out a stupid little, “Hello. I’m James Noble. Pleasure.”

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showin’ up here,” Jackie spits, stalking ever-closer. James regrets that he didn’t use the last two seconds to free himself from his position of being backed against the countertop. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Mummy! Daddy!”

Jackie whirls around to face the corridor at the sound of a tiny voice and pitter-patter of feet. She automatically crouches, and Tony gallops headlong into his mother’s waiting arms. She scoops him up and peppers kisses across his fair skin.

“Did you have a good night with sissy?” Jacke coos, stroking his hair away from his face. “She didn’t feed you any ice cream, did she?”

“Yeah! An’ made hotdogs and cheesy ‘tatoes, then we played Jus’ Dance, an’ James was there!”

“Oh?” Jackie asks, flashing James a withering glare. “When did he get here?”

“Yeah, he’s so fun!” Tony squeals, pivoting in his mother’s arms to beam at James. “He’s my fav’rite.”

Rose finally emerges from down the hall, her cheeks stained scarlet as she squeaks, “Hi, Mum. I expected you to text when you got here.”

“Oh, so you could hide this one somewhere?” Jackie scowls, gesturing to James.

“I… I wanted… I was gonna tell you…”

“What, that you let ‘im come weaslin’ back into your life? Did he come up with a sob story? Made it real convincin’, did he?”

“Jacks,” Tyler says quietly, inclining his head slightly towards Tony, who is still ensconced in his mother’s arms and watching the exchange curiously. “Let’s save it, eh?

Jackie purses her lips, then presses them to her son’s temple before handing the child to his father. “Take him outside, yeah? Meet you downstairs.”

“Five minutes,” Tyler warns. “This one needs to get to bed.” To his son, he chirps, “Say bye to sissy!”

“Bye-bye sissy! Gimme hugs and kisses!”

Rose tiptoes around her mother, not sparing her a glance as she scoops her little brother into her arms and gives him a couple of big twirls around the room.

“Spinny hug, spinny hug!” Tony screeches, clinging to Rose for dear life.

The sight makes something hollow ache in the pit of James’s gut. The siblings clearly adore each other, and Rose is so good with him.

“Bye-bye James!” Small hands tap his legs, and he realizes Tony is gesturing for a hug. He hesitates for only a fraction, but he can’t say no to those big brown eyes.

“G’night Tony,” he whispers, kneeling for a brief embrace. “Thanks for playing with me tonight.”

“All right, little man, wanna see who can race down the stairs fastest?” Tyler asks his son, ruffling Tony’s fair blond hair.

“Yeah! Onetwothreego!”

Tony bolts out of the flat, giggling madly, leaving his father to leisurely stroll behind him. Before Tyler closes the door behind him, he spins and says, “Good night, Rosie.”

“Night,” she mumbles, looking increasingly uncomfortable at the prospect of being left alone with her mother.

James nearly fumbles out an excuse to leave, but realizes that would be the most cowardly thing he’d ever done, and Rose deserves better than that. So he pulls on his big boy pants and turns to face the music.

Before he can speak, Jackie turns on Rose and throws her arms up into the air. “What are you thinking?! Have you gone mental?!”

“Mum, please just…”

“Whatever happened to “I deserve better than bein’ the latest in a long line”? I thought you were over bein’ a good time for someone who would drop you in a heartbeat for someone younger and smarter and prettier?”

Rose flinches from her mother, and James takes an automatic step towards her, reaching across the space between them.

“It’s not… it’s not like that,” Rose says weakly. “I got it wrong.”

“Oh, did you? ‘Cos from where I’m sittin’, it’s bloody obvious what’s going on here. Mister Handsome Rich Rockstar has swindled you again, tellin’ you whatever it is you want to hear so he can keep you ‘til he’s done with you.”

“Er, I’m not technically a rockstar,” James blurts, and he can hardly believe what has just come out of his mouth. But he can’t stop. It’s like his brain has ceased all higher function and his mouth has taken over. “More folk-pop. Indy, maybe? Soft pop?”

“Oh, shut up,” Jackie snaps, turning to him with fire in her eyes.

He clacks his teeth together and nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets in an attempt to make himself seem as small as possible, which is quite the impossible feat, considering his height.

“You! You need to get the hell away from my daughter if you know what’s good for you. You men, you’re all the same, taking what you want, thinkin’ you’re entitled to get your way, lyin’ through your bleedin’ teeth to get what you want. Well I won’t stand for it! My Rose deserves better. She isn’t a girl you can shag and drop the moment someone else comes along.”

“I… I know,” James stammers, his mouth impossibly dry and his stomach roiling in discomfort.

“Oh, do you?” Jackie remarks, false surprise lifting her face. “You had no problem tellin’ the entire bloody world you were just havin’ a bit of fun. ‘Cos that’s all you really want, isn’t it? Fun and a place to wet your cock…”

“Mum! Enough!” Rose shouts, red-faced and near-tears. “I was wrong. We’d both misunderstood each other. But we’re together now. Properly.”

“That’s what he told you, didn’t he? Bet he sounded real sorry too. Bet he said all the right words, didn’t he?”

James’s heart falls when he sees Rose flinch and drop her gaze to her feet.

“That’s enough,” he says quietly. “Say whatever you want about me, but Rose is smart enough to make her own decisions about her life, no matter what you believe. Yes, when Rose and I first started seeing each other, we each thought it was something casual. And I was an idiot for what I told the reporters. But things are different now. I want what’s best for her.”

Jackie grunts dismissively. “You say that now, but the moment she gives you a bit of bad press, you’re going to spin whatever little tale you need to tell to get the public on your side, and my Rose is gonna be the one who gets smeared through the muck.”

“I wouldn’t…”

“Mum, please,” Rose whispers. “I know I have an awful track record with boyfriends, but those are my mistakes to make. Maybe James will be a mistake, maybe he won’t be, but you have to let me live my life the way I choose to. And right now, I choose him.”

Jackie softens a fraction as she turns to her daughter. It’s as though with him out of sight, the gentle mother returns. She reaches to Rose and cradles her jaw, stroking her cheeks as she says, “My Rose. I will always want the best for you. It killed me to see you in such a state on holiday. I don’t want to see you be taken advantage of. Is it money? Sweetheart, you know me and your dad will help you out, you don’t need to stay with him for that.”

James is slightly offended that Jackie thinks he’s paying Rose to hang out with him or paying her for sex, but before he can think of a response, Rose covers her mother’s hands and leans into the touch.

“It’s not money,” she assures. “He’s not paying for anything of mine.”

“He bloody well should—he’s rich! You better not be payin’ for your dates!”

Rose lets out a sniffly giggle and throws her arms around her mother, who holds her tightly and rocks her from side to side. James wonders if he should sneak out while they’re distracted, but he finds he’s rooted to the spot, trying to wrap his head around the last few minutes.

“Please be safe, sweetheart,” Jackie whispers. “Please.”

“I am safe, Mum. And I wish you’d believe me when I say I’m happy. Really happy.”

“I believe that you believe it,” Jackie says, pulling back just far enough to kiss Rose’s forehead. “Remember that I’m here for you the moment you need me. Don’t you ever think you can’t come home to your old mum.”

Rose nods wordlessly.

The fight seems to have left Jackie, but she turns to him and says, “Don’t you dare hurt her, or mess her over.”

“I– I won’t,” he vows.

Jackie narrows her eyes, scanning him up and down, but doesn’t say anything else. She turns away from him and back to Rose. “I gotta go. It’s way past Tony’s bedtime. Thanks for watchin’ him.”

“Of course. I love spending time with him,” Rose says, guiding her mother to the door.

“I love you. More than anything.”

“Love you too. Drive safe.”

Jackie kisses both of Rose’s cheeks and doesn’t even look James’s way as she sweeps out of the flat.

oOoOo

Downstairs in the foyer, Tyler Peters is desperately trying to occupy his definitely-tired-but-pretending-he’s-not-tired four-year-old, and it’s going about as well as one could hope. Tony is racing laps around the room, skillfully dodging the amused (and mercifully tolerant) tenants of the building who are simply trying to enter or exit the building.

“Watch it, mate,” he calls when Tony nearly barrels into the little old lady who has lived in this building for decades. She is one of the few residents who already leased a flat here before Tyler became the owner of the building. “So sorry Mrs. Donovan.”

“Oh, my grandsons have just as much energy,” the old woman says cheerfully, smiling down at Tony. “These bones may be old, but they’re sturdier than they look.”

“Hi!” Tony chirps, flashing a toothy smile. “Bye!”

And so the laps continue.

And continue…

Tyler sighs and checks his watch. He should’ve known Jackie couldn’t keep it to five minutes. It’s nearing on fifteen, and he’s about to corral his son so they can go fetch her when the lift dings and Jackie steps out, her eyes sparking and her jaw locked.

“Mummy!” Tony sprints over and takes her hand. “Time to go!”

Tyler joins his family and takes his wife’s free hand, rubbing his thumb along the back of hers.

“Chat go all right?” he asks quietly.

“I don’t know what the hell she’s thinking,” Jackie grumbles. “I mean… James bloody Noble?! It was bad enough to hear my daughter was havin’ a lark with that… that… scoundrel in the first place. But now she’s taken him back? Stupid. Irresponsible.”

Tyler bites back a smirk and knocks his elbow into her ribs. “Put yourself in her shoes, eh? When you were her age, you can’t tell me that you wouldn’t have bedded Bono if he’d shown the slightest bit of interest in you?”

“It’s not the same!” she complains. “Bono never would’ve…”

“And Rose likely thought James Noble never would’ve,” he says simply. “You know I love her dearly and that I want the best for her, but Rose seems happy right now. Will it last? Probably not. But let her have this, eh? How many people can say they dated a famous singer in their youth? It’ll be a story for the grandkids and great-grandkids.”

His wife huffs out another impatient breath, but doesn’t argue further. “Yeah. Maybe. But still. James bloody Noble. I just hope Rose knows what she’s doing, datin’ that man…”

Tyler wraps his arm around her waist and gives her a squeeze, but doesn’t say more. Together, they walk out of the foyer of the building, all while being watched by two young women leaning on the wall beside the lifts.

The women exchange stunned, disbelieving looks.

“James Noble? The James Noble?” one of them asks.

“With Rose Tyler?” the other asks. “The girl up in flat 10-2?”

No fucking way…

oOoOo

James stares at the front door for several long seconds after Jackie’s marvelous exit. Rose shifts away from his side to step forward, twisting the lock and fastening the deadbolt chain before she clunks her forehead into the door. She doesn’t move from her position, so he goes to her.

Carefully, he slips his arms around her waist and presses a whisper-soft kiss to the side of her neck. Though she feels limp, she manages to spin in his grasp to instead plonk her head into his chest rather than her front door. She simply stands there, unmoving, as he rubs her back.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, voice muffled. “I didn’t think… I thought she’d… I’m so sorry.”

He doesn’t know what to say, so he stays quiet, nestling his stubbly cheek into her hair and breathing her in. Never before has a parental introduction gone so poorly. Usually his partners are as famous as him, so the parents are accepting and gracious or simply indifferent. Occasionally they’ll fawn over him.

But the outright hostility and venom that Jackie just spat at him…

“I didn’t realize you’d told your mum about me,” he finally says, matching the volume of his voice with hers.

She groans and says, “During our holiday. I’d been out of sorts, thinkin’ you didn’t care about us at all. Mum caught on to my mood. I didn’t mean to tell her, but I was quite upset, and it all just sorta… came out. And when I saw your red-carpet interview that confirmed I was just a bit of fun for you… I lost it, and she saw my reaction, and it wasn’t good.”

James wishes he could go back in time and wallop his past self across the head for his thoughtless comments. He wishes he’d had the courage to tell the interviewer how he felt about Rose, to tell the world that he was riding the high of falling in love, and that he wanted to keep it private. But he hadn’t. He’d been a prick and a twat, and he’d broken Rose’s heart from five and a half thousand miles away.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ve forgiven you for it all. But I just… I guess I’d forgotten how much I’d told Mum about you. And I’d forgotten how upset she was on my behalf. I was stupid for thinking that telling her on the spot that you and I were properly together would be enough for her to accept you. I shouldn’t have done it this way… I should have talked to her first, then introduced you. I’m so stupid.”

His stomach churns as he squeezes her tightly, as though that could rid them both of the shock they’re in.

“Should I… should I go?” he asks, mentally pleading with her to say no. The thought of spending his night in his empty house makes him ache with loneliness.

To his relief, she shakes his head. “I don’t want you to, but I don’t feel like I deserve to have you with me tonight. My mum just… verbally eviscerated you. You must be so angry.”

“Not at all,” he insists. “Well… I’m a bit chastened. And a bit embarrassed that I made such a poor first impression, and that you’d been so upset about my behavior that you told your mum how awful I am. But I still want to be here. With you. If that’s all right.”

In response, Rose finally lifts her face from where it had been pressed into his shirt. Her eyes are a little red but completely dry, though he barely registers that fact before she threads her fingers through his hair, presses up onto her toes, and brushes her mouth to his. His eyes flutter shut at the glorious pressure of her kiss. He melts into her, splaying his palm across her back to hold her close.

“Stay,” she murmurs when she breaks away, though she catches his lips in another kiss a moment later. “Please stay with me.”

“For as long as you wish,” he says, because there is nothing on this planet that could make him leave.

Apart from her kiss of greeting at the door, this is the first that James has had Rose’s hands and lips on him in over a week. He tries to keep it chaste and slow, still unsure whether it’s appropriate for him to stay, while hoping to convey comfort and support through his body. He really shouldn’t let them get carried away; Rose is obviously upset, but he just can’t help it. He’s drawing as much strength from her as she hopefully is from him.

He has the presence of mind to keep his hands in safe places, primarily across the expanse of her back. He grabs onto the fabric to anchor himself as he basks in the heady intoxication of her mouth.

They each know exactly where this kiss is headed but pretend not to, and instead they explore each other’s mouths in lazy, indolent strokes of lips and tongue. James quickly becomes far too hot, his skin flushed and tingling with anticipation of things to come. He tentatively dips his fingers beneath her jumper, shuddering to touch her bare skin. She sighs into his mouth and presses her front flush with his.

He’s steadily getting hard in his jeans, each beat of his heart sending his blood rushing down, down, down, helped along by the rocking of Rose’s hips. He drops a hand to her arse, caressing and squeezing and pulling her more tightly into him. With his other hand, he tangles his fingers into her hair and guides her head back a bit to get better access to her neck. She grips his hips with near-bruising force as he plants row after row of searing kisses to the sensitive patch of skin beneath her ear. That familiar whining moan rushes out of her as she shudders in his arms, holding him close to urge him on. Not that he needs the encouragement.

Without breaking the kiss or the press of their bodies, James slowly guides them down the hall and to Rose’s bedroom. It takes ages, as he keeps getting distracted with the taste of her skin and the sound of her quiet gasps. They move even more slowly when Rose remembers that she has hands, then proceeds to use them to cup him and stroke him through his jeans.

“Christ,” he chokes out as a spark of pleasure zips up his spine.

“Rose,” she counters, giving him a playful squeeze that sends a full-body shudder through him.

“Smart-arse. Fuck, do that again.”

A laugh hums up her throat, vibrating against his now-still lips as she grips him tightly and rubs. He’s going to fucking lose it, right here in the doorway of her bedroom, but Christ this feels so good and he never, ever wants her to stop.

The intensity recedes a moment later, and he regains his senses enough to tug her hand away from him to instead guide her all the way into her room. There’s a pile of laundry on her bed that Rose haphazardly shoves to the floor.

“Clothes off,” she orders as she fumbles with the hem of her jumper, tugging until she pulls it over her head.

He doesn’t need telling twice.

Neither of them bothers with trying to sexily disrobe the other. Rather, they go for speed and efficiency, and soon enough, they’re both wonderfully naked. She’s as beautiful as he remembers, even more so, and he drags her down to the mattress with him. They move together until Rose is on her back, her legs open for him, and he’s atop her, his hips cradled in hers. She reaches between them for his cock, and strokes him a few times as she guides him inside of her.

He presses in, slowly, inch by inch, shivering at the sensations rushing through him. He groans through clenched teeth as he’s fully seated, forcing himself to wait, to give Rose a moment to adjust. She’s panting beneath him, chest rising and falling as her nails bite into the fleshy part of his back.

“Okay,” she whispers, arching her hips up and pulling him close for a rough, sloppy kiss that conveys everything she wants and needs from him.

His skin sings, tingling at the sensation of so much of her body pressed to his. His blood turns molten, burning him from within as he begins to move.

“Feels so good,” he chokes out, pulling back and plunging forward in a steady, measured manner. The slick glide of her all around him is as addictive as ever, and he trembles with the pleasure slowly mounting in him.

“Uh huh.” Her agreement dies on a moan as he thrusts in with a little more force this time. “James.”

He catches her bottom lip between his before releasing it to kiss her again. He teases his tongue into her mouth, flicking at the roof of her mouth just behind her front teeth, then going back to simpler kisses. Rose clings to him, kissing him back in equal measure as her nails rake down his spine to cup his arse, guiding his quickening rhythm. The sting of her nails coils a raging, aching heat low in his spine, building higher and higher until he knows it won’t be much longer until he’s lost.

“I missed you,” he grunts as her muscles begin to tighten around him. Thank fuck; she’s as close as he is. He redoubles his effort, wanting to push her over the edge first. “So much.”

“Me too,” she gasps. “Fuck. Please…”

He speeds up his rhythm, giving up on kissing her lips and instead tucking his face into the side of her neck. He breathes her in then plants his mouth to that patch of skin beneath her ear that is always her undoing. He grins to himself as she shudders and curses and moans, and when he dips a hand between them to rub her, she breaks.

She cries out and writhes into the mattress, arching her hips up and up and up, closer to him, closer to the sensations he is wringing out of her. She’s perfect, and fucking hell, he’s right on her heels. The perfect pressure within him pulls tighter, making him lose all sense as he chases his high. He thrusts with abandon, clenching his teeth as the flames fan hotter, drowning him, consuming him…

He lets out a wrenching moan and thrusts deeply into her, releasing helplessly, shaking and cursing and burying his face into her. Sensation sparks through him, channeling relief and pleasure through his entire body, curling his toes and stealing his breath. She’s everywhere, all around him and holding him through this maelstrom that has never felt so fucking good.

Rose… he thinks he gasps her name, but the rushing in his ears deafens him to anything except his erratic heartbeat.

He returns to awareness by Rose lazily stroking his back and kissing the top of his shoulder. His body is too heavy to move, but he manages to pull out and flop indelicately beside her, keeping an arm and leg slung over her. She laughs quietly at his antics, and he grins into the pillow. He cracks open an eye to look at her, and the sight of her smile and sex-mussed hair and flushed cheeks ignites a joy and love so deep that he begins to giggle. His body is thrumming with hormones that make him feel boneless and content, and through it all, he laughs and folds himself closer to Rose.

She’s laughing with him and turns to face him fully. He mirrors her position so they’re both on their sides, their legs tangled lazily together. He reaches out and brushes a few rogue strands of hair away from her face, then leans in to kiss her softly.

“That was great,” he whispers into the sacred silence of her bedroom.

“Mhm. Very great.”

“The most great,” he says, beaming as she rolls her eyes.

“Did you have a nice trip?” she asks.

He hums in wordless assent, and briefly tells her all about the week he’d spent in east Asia, meeting fans and doing photoshoots while promoting Catalysis.

“How was your week? Are you feeling better?” While her voice is still raspy from the illness she’d contracted, she looks and sounds much better than she had during their video chat on his last night in Japan.

“Much better. Teaching classes while feeling like death is always frustrating, but it’s easier than arranging for a substitute,” she says with a shrug.

He frowns, but they already had this discussion about how shittily schools treat their teachers, so he lets it go.

“I’ve got an upcoming holiday concert at the O2, weekend after next,” he murmurs, remembering the monthly schedule Donna had sent him that morning. “I’d… I’d really like you to come. If you want. It’s not just me. I think Ed Sheeran is on the list too. And Astrid Peth. She’s a good mate of mine. You can bring a few friends with you. There’s a private suite for my guests, so you could stay hidden, mostly, as long as cameras aren’t wandering around. And my mum’ll be there too. I think. Well. I should invite her, shouldn’t I…?”

Rose interrupts his nervous rambling with a soft kiss. He melts into her, but she breaks it far too soon for his liking.

“I’d love to,” she says, cupping his cheek before scraping her nails through his hair.

His eyes flutter shut at the echoes of pleasure that ripple through him, and he grins at her acceptance of his invitation. He’s giddy at the thought of being on stage and looking into his private suite to see Rose. His favorite pieces of his life will be in the same place, melding together perfectly.

He leans forward to kiss her again, and she willingly reciprocates.

oOoOo

They sleep, eventually. Between (and during) bouts of sex, they talk about everything and nothing. It’s like nothing bad can happen to them here, not when they’re twined so intimately, not when they’re making each other laugh so freely.

Wrung out in that perfect post-marathon-sex way, James buries himself beneath Rose’s blankets and lets blissful unconsciousness claim him. His dreams are vague and foggy, and he doesn’t remember them when he awakes later that morning to sunlight peeking through Rose’s curtains.

His eyes are gritty and heavy as he leans over to check the time. It’s barely 8am, but he feels refreshed, even though the drowsiness of lingering sleep tugs at him again. His shuffling has disturbed Rose, who curls close to him and mutters something unintelligible. He kisses her forehead and closes his eyes once more.

He drifts in and out for many long minutes before the gurgling of his stomach is too distracting. Even Rose hears it, and she pokes his belly, mumbling, “Shush.”

“Can’t exactly help it. Mind if I order a breakfast and coffee delivery?”

“Go for it,” Rose says through a yawn.

“Then can I borrow your shower?” he asks, sitting up and letting the sheets pool around his naked waist.

“Go for it,” she repeats, tucking an arm beneath her pillow to glance up at him. Her gaze falls to the morning erection that is somehow poking at the blankets despite their multiple rounds of very satisfying sex the night before. “Well, hello.”

She gently prods it, giggling when it bobs a bit. “Bouncy.”

James stifles a snort. “You’re adorable when you’re sleepy.”

“Pfft.”

He lets her mindlessly poke his cock as he scrolls to a food delivery app and orders a selection of bagels and croissants for them, as well as his favorite coffee and her favorite tea. His chest balloons with warmth when he adds Rose’s address to his list of favorites, then places their breakfast order.

“Should be here in half an hour,” he says, resting his phone on the nightstand, ignoring the handful of missed notifications. It’s the bloody weekend, for God’s sake. It can wait. For good measure, he completely silences everything, not wanting his morning with Rose to be disturbed.

“Hmmm, how can we pass the time?” Rose muses, blinking up at him through her lashes and grinning wickedly.

She shows him just how entertaining thirty minutes can be.

He doesn’t have time for a shower before there’s a knock at the door that has them scrambling for clothes. He tugs on his pants and t-shirt while Rose simply dons a robe overtop her knickers, cinching it tight at the waist to keep her modesty. They emerge from the bedroom, with James going to the kitchen for plates while Rose heads to the door.

There’s an odd commotion in the hallway, but James doesn’t really think much of it, not as he absently wonders what he and Rose could do today. Maybe they can sneak out somewhere and visit a museum or something. Maybe he could take her to the studio—it should be fairly empty on a Saturday morning. Maybe they can take an impromptu road trip to somewhere Rose has never been. Pack their bags and drive to the first place they can think of. Book a hotel and order in a bunch of fancy food and rent some films to watch and get drunk on expensive wine and kiss until their lips are bruised. God, that sounds like a perfect weekend, and he hopes Rose will be agreeable.

But all of those plans, those hopes, are dashed the moment Rose opens her front door to reveal a stunned delivery person and over a dozen paparazzi photographers, armed and ready with flashing cameras.

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When Rose Tyler was five years old, she’d been cast as Sheep #3 in her school’s Nativity play.

It wasn’t a very impressive part—not like Keisha, who’d played Mary—but she remembers the pride that’d blazed through her when her Mum’d declared her brief stint as a farmyard animal as ‘incredibly convincing’.

(Which probably wasn’t all that much of a compliment, considering her role had consisted of little more than crouching into herself and some occasional bleating.)

Still, the experience had remained one of her fondest from childhood; her mum had taken her out for chips after, and there was a photo of the two of them outside the chippy—flushed and pink-cheeked from the cold, Rose still in costume, baring her teeth at the camera in a very un-sheeplike manner—framed and hooked onto the wall at their old lost flat.

Years later, (and a universe away,) in the woes of late-stage-pregnancy-induced nostalgia, she’d told the Doctor about it.

Unluckily for her, the Doctor, who was only a recent member of the human race, had never been part of a school stage performance. He’d thought it hilarious, and Rose had had to endure three extremely long days of her husband trying to sneak in the most absurd sheep puns into every conversation.

Until she’d had enough, and the Doctor had learned not to poke the extremely hormonal bear.

“Rooose,” he’d said with the air of a man who simply couldn’t help himself. “ Let me out of the baaathroom.”

When their five year old skips into the kitchen with a crumpled pamphlet and a massive grin, however, the Doctor sings an entirely different song.

“I knew it all along,” he says loudly, sweeping Mia into his arms. “Of course you’ve been cast—no surprises there. It’s in your blood, you know. Your mum was the finest actor her school ever saw.”

Rose groans, exasperated, turning just in time to see her daughter’s face pucker up into a frown.

“Really?” she asks dubiously. Even at her tender age, she knows her father can sometimes be full of it.

“Oh, yes,” the Doctor says, eyes twinkling, pushing a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “They could hardly tell the difference.”

“Shut up,” Rose tells him, whacking his shoulder lightly with a tea towel, before leaning in to press a kiss to their daughter’s forehead. “You’re going to be brilliant, darling.”

The Doctor tells everyone who will listen, and then he tells everyone who won’t, too.

His daughter’s playing a moon. She’s got two whole lines. She’s brilliant.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” he tells her suddenly, late at night.

Rose squints up at him, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. “Wha’?”

“This!” he says, wrestling with an extremely worn piece of paper. “This!”

Rose squints harder, and the script for Mia’s play comes into vision. The text’s been underlined and circled in several places, overwritten with the Doctor’s rapid, slanting hand, the margins full of swirling patterns and ovals she’s come to recognise as the Doctor’s language, the same ones she’d seen on the TARDIS.

The play’s about a boy from an alien planet, the Doctor explains with some amusement, and he’s looking for his pet cat (the starring role, naturally) but he’s lost, and Rose yawns, wondering why this world couldn’t just stick to something simple like the Nativity.

“Why would the moon even know where Abbadon is? And Abbadon—come on. Name a cat that and it’s like you deserve to lose it…”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to,” Rose tells him drowsily.

“What, lose a cat?”

“Think about it this much.”

But the Doctor’s muttering to himself again, something about inflections and enunciation, pen in hand, so Rose turns to her side, succumbing to the warm embrace of sleep.

It's a warm autumn night, the day of the big show. Rose isn’t sure who’s more excited, Mia or the Doctor.

The school’s bustling late into the evening, only for tonight, and her heart grows warm as she notices Mia, who can barely walk in a straight line at the moment, taking in the familiar building like it’s something she’s never seen before.

It’s a whole new entity at night; wind rustling through the neatly trimmed shrubbery, the ducky swings swaying slightly in the playground, excited chattering from all the children running about behind stage and the all too familiar hissed instructions to stay still by exasperated teachers and parents.

They come to a stop backstage. Mia’s nearly vibrating with energy when she turns to look at Rose, eyes flashing sudden worry. “Are you leaving now?”

“I have to,” Rose tells her, squatting so she can be level with her daughter’s small face. “Have to get a good seat, don’t I? You’ll do brilliantly, Mia, we’re already so proud of you.”

The girl nods once, and then her name’s being called, and Mia’s teacher shuffles her away for her costume fitting.

She’s easily one of the smallest children there, and Rose feels a strange twisting in her gut when her daughter turns to give her one last timid wave.

The Doctor’s saved her a seat in the front row, because of course he has, and his extremely battered Converse tap the ground restlessly as he bickers with her mother. It’s a habit he still hasn’t given up, the shoes—no matter how posh he’s dressed, and it endears him to her, impossibly as it may seem, even more.

And he is dressed posh tonight—in his best tux, in fact; Rose simply hadn’t the heart to tell him that he’d gone a little overboard.

“Well?” he asks her immediately, ignoring whatever it was her mum was saying before he caught sight of her.

“All good,” Rose says, plonking down on the seat next to him. “A little nervous, but that’s natural.”

“Nervous?” the Doctor scoffs a bit too loudly, even as his frame visibly relaxes. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s these other parents who’ve got to be nervous. No one’s even going to notice their children after ours—”

“Doctor, shh!”

It’s only when the lights turn on that Rose realises how large the audience actually is.

The auditorium’s packed to the brim, and she feels a swooping unease in the pit of her stomach as she imagines their tiny daughter reciting her two lines under those harsh stage lights.

Had it been this hard on her mum? She spares Jackie Tyler a glance, who is chatting away happily to Pete, and wonders if it gets easier when there’s a bit of a gap in relation.

The Doctor’s muttering to himself again, and Rose wonders if her experience would’ve been as good if she hadn’t successfully pulled off her bleating—if she’d gone on stage, frozen in front of that massive audience and forgotten her lines. She wonders if she should’ve actually checked on what the father-daughter duo were up to every spare moment they got, because God knows what the Doctor’s taught Mia, and—

“Good evening, everyone! Thank you so much for being here today. Our students are so excited to…”

It’s probably a good thing that the Doctor knows the entire script by heart, and proceeds to perform it live, because Rose can barely hear over the pounding in her ears.

Her grip on his palm (when had she grabbed his hand?) tightens when Mia stumbles slightly on entrance, the massive cardboard moon she’s been taped to getting in the way of her feet in her haste to enter stage, but she regains balance swiftly.

“Don’t worry,” she enunciates loudly, her voice clear as a bell. “I’ll show you the way.”

And Rose’s entire being swells with pride.

It’s magnificent, it is—even if the Doctor begins applauding right after (only to be stopped by a mortified Rose), and she can tell by the way her daughter is beaming that all that bubbling anxiety’s now glee, and it’s positively overflowing.

There’s probably not that much she’ll remember about this age in her life but this moment? Of looking into the audience with a sense of accomplishment, and seeing her parents unbearably proud?

This moment is eternal.

The rest of the play flies past, the two of them barely paying attention, still coming off the high that this is their life, and this is their daughter—

“I love you,” the Doctor says abruptly, lifting her palm to his lips. “Thank you.”

For what? she wants to say, but the words never make it out of her throat.

Mia is, thankfully, moon-less when she barrels into her adoring fans, less than half an hour later.

“How was it? HOW WAS IT?”

“Amazing,” Rose says truthfully, giving the girl a big hug, matching a wild smile with one of her own. “You were amazing!”

“You were wonderful, sweetheart,” her mum gushes.

“An incredibly convincing portrayal,” Pete says dutifully. “Best moon I’ve ever seen.”

Mia turns to the last member of the foursome now, the one whose opinion probably matters the most, on tenterhooks.

“Well,” the Doctor frowns, tugging on his ear. “Honestly, I’m a little disappointed.”

Mia’s face falls instantly. Jackie tuts in disapproval.

“Disappointed,” the Doctor continues, “because I didn’t know we raised a thief. What—you thought you could just steal the show like that and get away with it? The other parents are furious, you know. We’ve been getting requests all evening—haven’t we, Rose? They all want to take you home, all jumping at the chance to have such a brilliant performer in the family. I told them I’d think about it, of course…maybe for the right price—”

“DADDY,” Mia shrieks when the penny finally drops. “YOU LIKED IT!”

“Of course I liked it!” the Doctor roars, sweeping the girl into his arms. “I loved it. Nine hundred years, I’ve never seen a better…”

Rose watches them bid her parents goodbye with a slight stinging in her eyes; the Doctor’s face is alight with happiness, and Mia looks like she’s on another planet altogether.

The Doctor notices, because of course he does, stepping closer to Rose.

“What,” he says to Mia, even as his eyes never leave hers, “d’you say to some chips?”

“YES!”

The Doctor chuckles fondly, before lowering the spirited girl to the ground, from where she takes off immediately after her grandparents, probably in the hopes of haggling for a few more sweeties.

He reaches into his jacket pocket then, retrieving a battered looking instant camera. She knows it must’ve been hard to track one of them down—they hadn’t much been in fashion in Pete’s World.

“I know it’s not the same,” he says almost shyly.

Her heart is expanding so much and so fast she thinks it’s a miracle her ribs aren’t cracking from the force of it.

“No,” Rose tells him, beaming, “it’s better.”

#ah these two make me happy #rose tyler #tentoo #tentoorose #tentoo x rose #timepetals #tenth doctor #tenrose #ten x rose #tentoorosemicrofics #mia tyler #it’s the first of June in india so I’m gonna post this and then hit the sack #my fic #ficandchips

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tentoorosemonth2023 · 11 months

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Next month marks FIFTEEN YEARS since we saw our favourite interspecies couple get their well deserved happily ever after!

Reintroducing, TENTOOROSE MONTH 2023

Doctor Who S04E13: Journey’s End aired on the 5th of July, 2008. For the entire month of July, we will be celebrating our favourite complicated event in time and space through fics, gifs, fanart, manips, graphics, fic-rec lists, metas, playlists, general screaming...and anything else you can think of!

We will be tracking #tentoorosemonth2023, so please tag your posts and/or mention us! On ao3, tag your works with #tentoorosemonth2023 and we will add it to our fic collection.

Need ideas? Here are 15 prompts!

GUIDELINES + ADDITIONAL INFO:

1. any medium is accepted. fic, art, manips, metas, gifs, moodboards, textposts—it's just got to be about appreciating tentoorose ❤️

2. you can do more than one entry! the more, the better

3. fics can be as long as you want, there is no word limit

4. background ships/characters are entirely okay as long as the prime focus is tentoorose

5. any rating is acceptable, as long as you tag appropriately

6. we strongly encourage pro-tentoo content!

7. if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to send us an ask

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#tentoorosemonth2023 #rose tyler #tentoorose #tentoo #tentoo x rose #tenrose #ten x rose #timepetals #tenth doctor #doctor who #metacrisis doctor #ficandchips #doctor who event #rtd #rtd era #reblogs appreciated

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azureborealis · 7 months

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i can’t stop thinking about this one tenrose human nature au where rose is partially blind (i think? or she’s injured) in the beginning due to them crashing and john helps her recover or something and then she ends up needing to go beyond the forest to get medicine for one of the villagers and then the family comes and Rose has the fob watch

Honestly its been so long since i’ve read it but if anyone knows it plz help a girl out !! also recommend more tenrose human nature aus !! (:

#tenrose #doctor who #human nature au #ficandchips #fanfic

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quite-right-too · 7 months

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Ask Box Ficlet

Prompt: Rose telling Tentoo they're pregnant.

Positive.

The test sat on the edge of the sink as Rose nearly paced a hole in the floor of their bedroom.

It wasn't that she was upset. In fact, she was absolutely thrilled at the thought of having a baby with the Doctor.

Oh my god. She was having a baby with the Doctor.

"I was a dad once."

He had said it without a second thought during their trip to London in 2012. Just tossing it out there while he was building some kind on contraption for another adventure. It was a shock to her when she was younger, the perspective of him being over nine hundred years old and having been a father was hard to picture when he didn't look a day over thirty-one.

They hadn't talked much about having children since he'd been here. It had only been a year and the concept of settling down together was still becoming their normal. Even working for Torchwood was domesticating the Doctor to a degree that he hadn't had to deal with in the past. Convincing him to get a job was one thing.

Telling him that she's pregnant — that they're pregnant — was an entirely different type of conversation.

Going back into the bathroom, she grabbed the white stick. Should she just hand it to him? Should she wait? The telltale sound of the door of their flat being unlocked pulled her out of her reverie. "Shit," Rose muttered to herself. What the fuck was she going to do?

Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth, without a plan.

"I'm home," the Doctor called as he kicked the door shut. Her absence was quickly noticed by him when there was no response. Making his way into their bedroom, he found her exiting their en suite.

"Hey," she greeted warmly, pulling her hand out of her pocket. "How was your trip?"

The Doctor smiled at her and she nearly melted at the sight of it. "It was brilliant, but all I wanted to do is come home to you." He pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.

She couldn't wait any longer.

"Doctor," she breathed as she reluctantly pulled away from their hug. "You need to sit down for a second. Just, trust me."

"Alright?" He swallowed hard as he followed her instructions. After getting perched on the edge of their bed, he looked at her inquisitively, nervous even. "Is everything okay?"

"I sure hope so," she murmured. "Close your eyes and put your hands out."

Three.

His eyes closed, hands cupped as he awaited whatever surprise she had in store for him.

Two.

She very carefully pulled her hand out of her pocket, setting the stick in his hands so gently that she thought it might break at the next movement.

One.

"Open your eyes."

The Doctor looked down at the positive pregnancy test, eyes widening, then looked back at Rose. "Wait, Rose. You're not..." He trailed off, eyes fixed on her stomach.

"Yeah, I am."

All her worries went away when he grinned at her, springing up to pull her into a tight hug. She squealed as her feet were lifted off the ground, the Doctor's face buried in her neck.

"We're pregnant," he breathed into her neck. "We're having a baby. You're having my baby." His absolute joy was infectious as Rose let out a sob — a mixture of joy and utter relief.

"We're having a baby," she laughed, swinging her feet until he put her down. When he pulled away, she noticed his eyes were shining with love and excitement.

Than his brows furrowed. "Hold on a second, Rose Tyler. I had a surprise that I was going to give you when I got home!" He backed up, quickly patting the pockets on his jacket. "Just give me a mo'. Turn around for a second?"

She did as he asked, chuckling as she heard him pull out his surprise with a triumphant 'aha!'

"Okay, you can turn around now."

The sight before her made her gasp.

The Doctor was on the floor. On one knee, to be precise. On one knee with a little blue box in his hands. Tears welled in his eyes as he began his speech.

"I have waited a very long time for this moment. On Gallifrey, we didn't have relationships formed out of love, but rather political gain. Being able to love you in different lifetimes has made me realize that human traditions definitely make a lot more sense."

His hands shook as he carefully opened the small box, revealing a beautiful, intricate silver ring with a TARDIS blue sapphire in the middle, surrounded by the smaller diamonds Rose had ever seen. It was sparkling like it had been formed by the stars themselves.

"Rose Marion Tyler," the Doctor choked out. "Will you marry me?"

Send me a sentence prompt and I’ll write you a TenRose ficlet!

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loupettes · 4 months

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V I C T O R I O U S

SUMMARY: A storm's approaching, he had said. When the storm finally reaches them later that evening, Rose realises that the Doctor beside her might not be the Doctor she knows him to be. Ten/Rose

TAGS: angst, hurt/comfort, romance, stargazing, post 2.11 Fear Her, post 2.13 Doomsday, time lord victorious

Read ch.3 on AO3: victorious // (ch.1 here) (ch.2 here)

“So it’s a bad thing, that time’s been reset?” she asked, feeling as though she already knew the answer. Then she realised she wanted to strip it back further. “What does it even mean?”

He was quiet for a while, and she dreaded to imagine the plethora of information she was about to be assaulted with.

“It means the tape’s snapped.”

She blinked. “The what’s what?”

His responding laugh was dry. “What happened to the video when you kept watching that kiss between the Scottish guy and Gwyneth in Sliding Doors?”

Rose frowned, thrown off by the question. “It made the picture go all wobbly?”

“Why?”

“I dunno. S’what happens to videotapes when you rewind them a lot.”

“And why do you think that is?”

Rose shrugged. “I guess it just wore the tape away?”

“Exactly,” the Doctor said, snapping his fingers in time. “You rewound it and rewatched it so many times that eventually the tape wore away and the picture had almost faded completely. See time is just as fragile — it’s only meant to be observed once. Sure, you might be able to go back once or twice, maybe to catch something you didn’t before, but generally, you shouldn’t. If you do it too much, the membrane of time and space itself will wear, like the video tape. If you do it enough, well, the membrane will snap completely.”

Rose thought about it for a moment, and while she was following (sort of), it seemed far too ridiculous to take seriously.

“We called it temporospatial decay,” he continued. “Most of us always thought it was a bit of a myth. After all, you’ve gotta rewatch something a lot for the membrane of time and bloody space to decay completely.”

The words fell from her lips slowly, as she voiced her thoughts out loud. “So… you’re saying you came back to this point in time so many times that you… what, broke reality?”

“Er— yes, that’s pretty much the gist.”

R E A D O N A O 3

#oh boy nearly a year late but here we are #dw fic #ten x rose #time lord victorious #my beloved #ficandchips #tenth doctor #rose tyler #doctor who

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tentoorosemicrofics · 11 months

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🔔 🔔 🔔

NEW EVENT!

What’s all this?

It’s a ploy to get you to venture into writing tentoorose fic! Have you been suffering from a bad bout of writer’s block? Out of ideas? Looking to attempt writing fic for the first time?

Introducing the TENTOO X ROSE MICROFIC CHALLENGE, a monthly challenge consisting of bite sized prompts that are meant to inspire you to pen down short ficlets!

How does this work? Check these out 👇🏻

FAQ | JUNE PROMPT LIST | GUIDELINES

#tentoorosemicrofics #rose tyler #tentoo #tentoorose #tenrose #timepetals #tentoo x rose #ten x rose #tenth doctor #doctor who #writing event #ficandchips

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thirdeyeblue · 1 year

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Updated 3/22/24

Added Light From Beyond the Hills (Multi-Chapter, Tentoo x Rose)

Previously: Updated ‘The Purpose of Repose’

My AO3

(pillowfort & deviantart for my fanart, most of which is NSFW)

Note: Currently, all of my fics (except for one) are rated Explicit. I take plot and buildup seriously, but feels-heavy smut is at the heart of everything I write. Also… all of the tropes.

* = Work In Progress

Bloodstream

Main tags: Shag-Or-Die, Romance, Action/Adventure, First Time

Length: 200k

Chapters: 27

For All We’re Worth

Main Tags: Truth Serum, First Time, Sharing A Bed

Length: 30k

Chapters: 4

Mending

Main Tags: Injury, Sonic Screwdriver (used as a sex toy), First Time

Length: 22k

Chapters: 3

The Doctor’s Brilliant Idea

Main Tags: Oral Fixation, Cunnilingus, Asexual Doctor, Eventual Romance, First Time, Crack Treated Seriously

Length: 23k

Chapters: 3

Peppermint Tea

Main Tags: Sick Fic, First Time

Length: 20k

Chapters: 2

With Love & Luck

Main Tags: Intoxication, First Time, Group Sex (but Ten and Rose only shag each other), my follow-up to ‘The Stone Rose’ by Jacqueline Rayner

Length: 35k

Chapters: 4

🌋 Explosivity *

Main Tags: Shag-Or-Die, Fake Marriage, First Time

Length: Currently 40k

Chapters: 4/6

Wrong *

Main Tags: Shag-Or-Die, First Time, Amnesia

Length: Currently 10k

Chapters: 2/5

Extemporary Intimacy

Main tags: Virgin Ten, First Time, Romance, Fluff

Length: 28k

Chapters: 4

Fated to Stay *

Main Tags: Aphrodisiacs, Magical Healing Cock, First Time, Romance, Multiple Orgasms

Length: Currently 15k

Chapters: 3/5

Ordinary Gifts

Main Tags: Sex Pollen, Bittersweet, First Time, Canon Compliant

Length: 15k

Part 1/3 of my Love On The Other Side series

Remedial Needs

Main Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, First Time

Length: 13k

Exposure

Main Tags: Huddling For Warmth, First Time

Length: 11k

Apples, Coffins, and Hearses

Length: 10k

Main tags: First Time, Halloween, Dry-Humping

* = Work In Progress

Washed Up Together

Main Tags: Mutual Pining, Domestic Fluff, First Time

Length: 20k

Chapters: 3

Every Lovely Little Thing

Main Tags: Romance, First Time, Cunnilingus, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex

Length: 20k

Chapters: 3

Never Letting Go Again *

Main Tags: Whump, Romance, Angst, First Time, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Length: Currently 4.5k

Chapters: Currently 1

Resolutions In Satin

Main Tags: Lingerie, First Time, Jealousy, UST

Length: 23k

Chapters: 2

Light from Beyond the Hills [New!]*

Main Tags: First Time, Emotional Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Post-Episode: Journey’s End

Length: Currently 1.7k

Chapters: 1/3

A Clever Touch

Main tags: First Time, Premenstrual Cramps, Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Length: 14k

As Soon As We’re Alone

Main Tags: Established relationship, edging, rough sex, jealousy

Length: 11k

Loving The Insatiable

Main Tags: First Time, Sex Pollen, Phone Sex, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk

Length: 16k

Forever, But Better

Main tags: First Time, Sick Fic, Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Length: 15k

Potential For Brilliance

Main Tags: Established Relationship, Wall Sex, Idiots In Love, Dirty Talk

Length: 3k

Part 2/3 of my Love On The Other Side series

Snapped

Main Tags: Halloween, Semi-Public Sex, Established Relationship

Length: 1792

Part 3/3 of my Love On The Other Side series

🧇 Up The Wrong Tree

Main Tags: Fluff, Smut, Crack, Established Relationship

Length: 8k

Vintage Incognito

Main Tags: Pregnancy, Baby Shower

Length: 2k

Rating: T

So Much For Sleep *

Main Tags: Vaginal Fingering, Road Trips

Length: 3k

Chapters: 1/2

Miscellaneous Fics:

Tiny Lights Below *

Tentoo/Rose - Ten/Rose OT3 (heterosexual, absolutely no anal or Tencest) 💖

Main Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Action/Adventure, First time(s), Whump, OT3, Eventual Happy Ending, Het, Threesomes

Length: 160k

Chapters: 18/19

Dead Dove; Do Not Eat fics below the cut:

Hiding my TenMartha content beneath a cut, as I recognize this is a tender topic…

The Purpose of Repose *

! Ten/Rose — Ten/Martha !

Main Tags: Angst, Friends With Benefits, Complicated Relationships, Dark!Doctor, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort

Length: 130k

Chapters: 15/20

Can’t Shift the Tide *

(Companion piece to The Purpose of Repose)

❗️Ten/Martha ❗️

Main Tags: Friends with Benefits, Established Sexual Relationship, Smut, Angst

Length: Currently 17k

Chapters: 1/10

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deardiary17 · 3 months

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Summary: John Smith, the owner of a very successful bookshop, is in madly in love with his assistant, Rose Tyler.

TenRose Bookshop AU.

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

It was the shop's tenth anniversary, and there was a party, journalists and guests and all, crowded near the entrance.

“TARDIS Books” was the star of the neighbourhood that night.

But in John's eyes, even though the bookshop was his life's project, the only star of that night was her.

Rose Tyler.

Standing outside in the light of the setting sun, Rose was wearing a bright pink number with matching heels. The colour of the dress reminded John of the Barbie doll, but he grimaced and waved the comparison off, slightly disgusted.

There was nothing plastic, generic or artificial about Rose Tyler. She was as natural as they come, and he loved every part of her body, soul and mind dearly. He adored her too-wide lips, her warm brown eyes, the slightly yellowish shade of her bleached blonde hair, the light freckles on her cheeks and the playful shape of her nose. John was in love with her genuine smile, with the way she tucked her tongue into the corner of her mouth when she was teasing him, and he cherished the glowing warmth of her hands whenever she held his.

John admired Rose's strong will, her unbending desire for everyone to be treated fairly, her compassion and ability to find something good even in the darkest of days. He respected her work ethics, and he was eternally grateful for every night she spent at the shop helping him, giving up her sleep and private life for the sake of his business’ flourishing.

John appreciated every time she made him smile.

John was in love with Rose Tyler, madly, truly, fully in love, but Rose Tyler didn’t know that. John was in love with Rose, but it was unrequited, and he'd be damned if he scared her away with his unwanted advances. She was a sweet, young thing, full of hopes and dreams, and it was only a matter of time before she decided that working in his dusty shop as his assistant was not what she wanted, that the world held so many wonders and excitement, and that the company of John who's eight years older than her and a widower to boot was not what was in the books for her.

No. Rose Tyler was no Barbie. She was exceptional, Rose was, and there was not a single person, both character-like and appearance-like, anywhere in the world.

And so she was wearing her cotton-candy-coloured dress with glitter-covered pumps, and her hair was up in a stylish bun that would look strict and old-fashioned on someone else, but it looked classy and sophisticated on her.

John was mesmerised by Rose’s smooth, even movements as he watched her come outside and greet the crowd with an eager smile on her face.

Then, John was startled when one of the shop’s workers asked something of him. He was reminded that Rose was out there entertaining the public, holding them from entering the shop until all the preparations for receiving guests and the press were finished. He glanced around the bookstore, noticing how the tables with nibbles were already arranged at the back, finger foods and cupcakes covered by protective plastic domes, he saw the staff putting last details in the press corner, and he watched another worker set the projector on so that the invited authors could give lectures and use the equipment to show their presentations.

A small area with easels and paints was set in the corner of the shop, too, for Rose’s later workshop with younger readers.

“Doctor? Rose said to tell you to go upstairs and change into the tux, she said she had one delivered from the dry cleaner’s,” Martha, one of the people who has been with John from the very opening of “TARDIS Books”, touched him on the shoulder. “She won’t be able to withhold the crowd from going into the shop, so you better hurry!” Martha teased with a smile and pushed him towards the stairs to the second level of the shop where the bookshelves and the staff room were.

Doctor. The nickname that reminded John all the more about Rose. It was her who gave it to him after witnessing him rescue an old, tattered book and turning it into an almost brand-new one. Rose said that he’d given that poor book another life, healing it, and nicknamed him “the Doctor” immediately.

The nickname caught on quickly, and soon both the workers of the shop and the media started calling John that.

John rolled his eyes good-naturedly but followed Rose’s instructions. It was funny how he was her boss and she was his assistant, yet there were many times when it was John who had to follow Rose’s words.

She was a force of Nature, Rose was, and honestly, her instructions and plans worked wonders for both him and the business ever since he’d hired her on the spot about two years ago when she stumbled into the bookshop in search of work. Some of the shop’s workers weren’t happy at how easy a twenty-two year old Rose with no A-levels landed the job, suspecting (not unjustly, he was smitten at first sight) John’s feelings interfering with the fairness of the interview. The displeased murmurings, however, died down a month into Rose’s working at “TARDIS Books” after things there began to run more smoothly than before. Rose knew the exact time of book deliveries, created the perfect time table for other workers who had before that followed John’s strange working hours, took hold over John’s own meetings concerning the shop. Rose also made a few suggestions on how to attract more customers, including the youngest ones, by holding kids’ books reading sessions with voice actors who were just starting their careers, and she managed to engage other readers by asking John to allow a reading club to gather at the shop every two weeks.

All in all, Rose’s appearance brought in a much-needed order into the life of “TARDIS Books”, and in John’s life, too.

Even if Rose also brought a huge torrent of feelings into John’s life, making him fall in love with her almost immediately, and turning slight infatuation into full-blown unrequited love.

With a heavy sigh, John ascended the stairs and walked into his study, locking the door behind him to change into the tux. God, he hated poshing-up and playing it cool in front of the press ever since the accident with Joan. Both the tabloids and the serious newspapers had the time of their lives after the tragedy struck, and many issues printed his mourning face and the latest speculations on what truly happened to his deceased wife on the front pages of fresh issues.

And now he had to go out and perform for the press, again, even for a cheerful cause this time, but there still would be lots of gossip and speculation about his private life.

John could bet they would say something about Rose…

Rose!

Who was left alone to fend off the press and the guests, allowing him time to recuperate and get ready. He’d all but thrown her to the sharks while reminiscing about the past.

Damn it!

In record time, John was dressed in a three-piece suit, and he picked up a random tie before rushing out of the study. He was tying the tie around his neck as he was hurrying down the old stairs (everyone agreed that it added charm to the shop’s atmosphere), and was finally standing in front of the glass doors, summoning his ‘press’ self, coaxing the fun, ‘devil may care’ personality to ward off the blatant, sometimes too-personal questions of the journalists.

Then he noticed that one of the most eager journalists was shaking Rose by her arm, desiring her attention, and he frowned, resentful at such a rude gesture.

He pushed the glass door open and was immediately blinded by the cameras.

“It’s the Doctor!”

“The Doctor’s here!”

“Mister Smith, can you share your feelings about tonight?”

“John, is what Miss Tyler said about you writing a book true?”

“A book, yes! Rose won’t share any details!”

The clamour of the crowd was deafening, and John scrunched his nose at the noise. Blimey, how did even Rose stand all of this for so long?

He stood right next to Rose’s side, and he knew that he didn’t imagine her shoulders falling in relief at seeing him.

John felt guilt gnawing at him. Rose was never too enthusiastic about being in the limelight, not experienced to such publicity, and because of him she was encountering press often, and today she was also alone.

Well, no more, John thought resolutely, and smiled at the crowd, waving playfully.

“Hello everyone! We’re chuffed to see all of you here. It's a great honour to host a party tonight for such a happy cause,” John said enthusiastically, and the enthusiasm was real this time.

He looked down to Rose, who was standing on the right side of him, and she looked up at him, too, smiling widely at seeing him.

He couldn't help but grin stupidly in return.

“What about the book? Mister Smith, tell us about the book!” someone from the crowd repeated the question.

“Will you be expanding “TARDIS Books?”

John perked up at hearing that.

He'd been thinking about that on and off for the last two years.

“Well…” he drawled, making the crowd lean in in search of promising news. He smirked, shrugging nonchalantly. “I won’t confirm or deny anything yet, but I’ll admit that it’s a dream of mine, having a franchise opened somewhere in another city,” John explained vaguely.

All of a sudden, he felt a strong shiver that wasn’t his, and he turned his head to look down on Rose, who was standing stiffly, still by his side, close enough for him to finally notice that she was cold.

Her shoulders were up to her ears, and her hands were clasped tightly, palms moving so that there was friction that would keep her fingers from being cold.

“We want there to be not one, but at least a dozen franchises throughout the whole country,” Rose exclaimed excitedly, and John could hear the tremor in her voice that wasn’t related to nerves. He touched Rose’s naked shoulder gently and nearly hissed in sympathy.

Rose’s skin felt cold as ice.

John’s body moved without thinking. His mind’s demand that Rose was safe and comfortable overrode his actions, and he was shedding his jacket immediately, covering Rose’s body with it. He manoeuvred Rose’s arms into the jacket, and she, astonished at such a sudden and loud display of affection, and she submitted to the action without protest.

So engaged by each other, both John and Rose couldn’t really notice newly-started murmuring of the crowd and another wave of flashes from the cameras.

Rose exhaled with a shudder, smiling a bit woodenly at him - blimey, she must’ve been cold this whole time, John thought guiltily. He stood impossibly close to Rose and started running his palms up and down her arms in a fast motion, hoping that the friction would warm her up a little bit.

Better yet, he hoped that they could return to the safety of the bookshop sooner, before Rose suffered a cold because of the freezing temperatures.

Silly girl, John thought with desperate fondness as he fought the urge to hug Rose tightly to his chest, to put his arms around her and and squeeze her gently until she could feel his heartbeat, to kiss her hair and put his chin on the top of her head…

Wow!

His infatuation got the best of him for a moment.

John barely kept himself from shaking his head to disperse the persistent love thoughts he had about Rose.

They were mates, best mates even, and he’d be damned if he let his humongous crush on Rose scare her away.

John was older. He was a widower. He had a reputation of a Casanova of sorts, especially after Joan’s death and the mourning period that followed. He was terrible at all things domestic and steady, and his working hours left much to be desired.

John was no catch despite what the press was saying, and Rose would never want someone as burdened and imperfect as him to be her lover.

She deserved much better than him, Rose did.

And John would rather have Rose as a friend in his life instead of having her distance herself from him at his love confession.

And so, he persisted in seeing Rose as his mate, hiding his painful crush away from the world.

Someone in the crowd asked yet another question about John’s upcoming book, and Rose was quick to John’s rescue. She knew well enough that he felt that it was too early for him to share his plans with everyone.

“We want there to be Doctor’s books as well as many franchises across the country,” she said cheerfully, but her voice stuttered and shook when she inhaled, shivering, and John found himself holding Rose closer to his body, trying to share the heat in him.

Boy, was there plenty.

“We’re shameless like that,” Rose kept going, laughing breathily at her words and the crowd’s approving noises, “we want John’s business known and available everywhere!”

The people laughed. John smiled as he looked at Rose, careless about the onlookers, feeling a turbulent mix of awe, lust and adoration.

She truly wanted him to succeed, and he knew it was genuine desire for him to be prospering and happy, Rose didn’t desire anything in return.

Christ.

John wanted to throw his hands up and yell for the whole world to hear that he loved her.

Loved her, desired her, wanted her to want him.

John was startled out of his reverie by Rose’s strong shivering and a loud gasp.

“Alright you lot!” he said loudly, trying to be heard over the chatter of the people. “It’s absolutely freezing outside, and Rose here is turning into an icicle,” he tilted his head to Rose, still hugging her close to his chest sideways. purely for keeping her warm, of course, not because of his humongous crush on her. He then motioned for the people to go towards the entrance. “She’s the best assistant in the world, and I’d rather not lose her to a cold or a nasty pneumonia,” he explained with a smile, but he was starting to get worried about Rose’s health for real.

They needed to go to the warmth of the bookshop, even if Donna and Martha hadn’t finished with the last minute preparations yet.

As if Donna was reading his mind, the glass doors behind them opened, and Donna hollered in her usual style:

“Oi! What’re you standing there for? Go on then, come on in, and please follow your pre-booked places. Martha will be checking the invitations to help you find the workshop’s locations.”

The people moved forward excitedly, and John hugged Rose’s shoulders to pull her to the side away from the crowd.

Rose didn’t protest, and he could swear that she leaned closer into his half-embrace, and he felt her nose touch the skin above his shirt.

He gulped and, to keep himself from daydreaming about being Rose’s lover further, he passed his palms over Rose’s arms again, then, when he reached the bottom of the sleeves, he took over the task of buttoning the jacket over Rose’s body busily.

He bit his tongue trying to keep from lingering the tips of his fingers on the bare skin of her collarbone.

Rose giggled, but it was awkward because she was cold.

“John, stop it! You’re such a fusser. I’m not made of glass, you know,” Rose complained, but John knew it was half-hearted, she was still shivering, and her nose and cheeks were comically red.

God, she was beautiful.

“Yeah?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow at her. “Try to tell that to your chattering teeth. You’re shaking like a leaf,” he frowned at her when she looked him in the eyes. The glittering heels of her shoes made Rose taller, closer to his eye lever, but still not close enough to him in height.

His heart stuttered in his chest, hopeful.

“I’m fine,” Rose said stubbornly but didn’t protest when he risked being outed but hugged her to him, wrapping his arms around her back.

“Mmm, this is nice,” Rose mumbled happily into his tie, her face hidden in his chest, and John felt his heart swell with unbelievable love for her. “Are you always this accommodating to all of your workers?” she teased, and John could swear that she was flirting with him.

John made a spectacle of pushing her away, and Rose protested with a pitiful groan. “No, don’t be cruel. I’m only joking,” she said, and he sighed, refusing to let himself place his chin on the top of her head no matter how much his heart desired that. “Seriously though, John, I’ll be fine. It’s just a little wind and snow. The snow isn’t even sticking to the ground.”

“A little wind and snow!” John cried out, looking down at her, incredulous. “Why in the world did you go out without your puffer jacket outside in this blasted cold?”

“The people were ready to storm the bookshop, and I knew that neither you not others were ready. I was he only one not doing anything,” she explained, and there was a hidden ‘duh’ in her intonation. “I also wanted to show off my new dress,” Rose murmured softly, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry? What was that?” John asked, teasing.

John knew that Rose rolled her eyes at him even if he couldn’t see it.

“I wanted to show off my fancy dress,” Rose repeated with mock irritation in her voice. “I saved money for it, too, and I wanted to look pretty in front of the press next to you,” she explained, and she sounded sheepish to John’s mind.

“Rose?” he called, not understanding her. “What do you mean by that? You always look good enough, whatever gave you the idea?” he asked, puzzled.

He barely held himself from saying that she always looked beautiful and attractive to him. He held his tongue just in time.

John pulled away from Rose, staring into her face that was astonishingly red now, and not just from the cold.

“Oh John,” Rose smiled awkwardly but looked away. “Don’t be sly to spare my feelings,” she said, fiddling with his tie.

John frowned, not following her line of thinking.

Rose tsked and moved her head impatiently.

“It’s just gossip, people talking, is all,” she said quietly.

“What of it?” he tilted his head to try and look at her face, but she was looking at her shoes studiously.

Rose muttered something unintelligibly.

“Rose?”

She sighed, and he saw how tense her body was all of a sudden, a far cry of how soft and pliant she’d feel in his embrace mere minutes ago.

With his heart hammering in his chest, John let go of Rose and gently placed his palms on her cheeks, urging her to look at him.

“What is it, Rose? You can tell me,” he promised and smiled a little to tell the truth.

Rose’s face flushed, and she stammered out:

“It’s just that…the media is not impressed with me being your assistant. They found information about my…” she trailed off, shrugging, and she would have averted her face had John not been holding her face. “They found out about my past. And they don’t like it.”

John scowled. He had a bad feeling about what Rose was going to say.

“When did it become their business?” John asked, insulted on Rose’s behalf.

“Well, you’re a very…” Rose raised her chin at him, highlighting her point, “media-loved person. And they don’t think I'm the best match for being your right hand...”

John’s jaw dropped.

“What?!” he exclaimed, pulling a disgusted face.

“They think there should be someone better at the assisting position. Like Martha, and she’d been with you for longer than I am, and she’s a prestigious uni student, and people think she’s better suited for this position…”

When Rose spoke those words, she looked down. John’s heart fell at seeing her looking so insecure, so defeated. The shadows of her lashes painted a mournful picture on her cheeks.

John hated it. He hated the sadness and the trouble people caused her.

“Rose, whatever happened in the past is in the past now,” John reassured Rose, and he gently pushed her face up to make her look at him. “What Ja…” upon hearing that man’s name, Rose screwed up her face, and John rushed to correct his mistake. “What that man did to you is not your fault. You know that, Rose, don’t you?” John asked, but something told him that Rose didn’t share his point of view.

“Isn’t it? Nobody really agrees,” she replied with a laugh, but it was self-deprecating. John frowned. He knew that she was still blaming herself for what happened in the past, and it wasn’t right. Nor was it fair.

Rose kept talking. “Whatever you think, people everywhere think differently. They say that my history puts a shadow over your brilliant success, you need no reputation spots when it comes to the shop’s future.”

On a whim, he pushed her in for another fierce hug.

“I wish you wouldn’t think like this about yourself,” John said close to Rose’s ear. “I wish people would mind their own bloody business, too.”

He heard Rose chuckle wetly into his shirt’s collar.

“Nah. People will be people. I just need to stop reading comments to articles about “TARDIS Books”.

John snorted and pulled away from Rose, keeping his palms still on her upper arms.

“And I wish you would stop reading those stupid comments, too. People are idiots. You’re brilliant,” he said sincerely. Then, seeing Rose’s blush return with vengeance, he declared dramatically to save her from further embarrassment, “In fact, I’m brilliant, too!”

Rose giggled, feeling better now that the attention was off her. John smiled tenderly. She was so unused to praise and compliments, shying away from extra attention whenever possible.

John smiled playfully, ‘boyishly’, as Martha said all the time, and Rose returned the smile eagerly, feeling her own heart squeeze torturously behind her ribs at how much love and affection she felt towards John.

John and Rose were standing in the street, looking at one another with smiles on their faces. Both of them were holding themselves from revealing their painfully hidden feelings from one another, assured that said feelings would be unwelcome and undesired by the person they were in love with.

That is, until Donna opened the glass doors of the shop, having got sick from watching the lovebirds gazing at each other adoringly, and hollered for them to enter.

“Oi! You two! Quit loitering about, John’s lecture starts in fifteen minutes, and you, Rose Tyler, you better get in and get your bum warmed up, I can feel your shivering from here! You have the illustration workshop in fifteen minutes, too!”

John and Rose jumped away from each other when their tiny personal bubble blew apart at Donna’s loud voice. Rose shifted from one foot to another, smiling awkwardly and fiddling with her earring. John pulled at his ear and scuffed his shoe on the floor, frowning at Donna’s ‘perfect’ timing.

“Did you two not hear me or what? Come on! Shift!” Donna yelled, rolling her eyes.

All of a sudden, Rose’s hand was in John’s, and he turned to her with a grin on his face:

“Hurry up! Before she kills us!”

Rose laughed and walked fast after him, trying to not twist her ankles in high heels.

“Oi! I heard that!” Donna grumbled as they entered the shop’s doors, passing her.

But both John and Rose knew that there was no bite behind her words.

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rose helps the doctor with his migraines. this was written for the @tentoorosemicrofics and i used the prompts “edge” and “worry” 🤭

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If Rose's heart is beating a little faster than usual no one has to know. She isn't sure exactly why she's so nervous considering the amount of sex she and the Doctor had had in the past ten months, but her fingers tremble a bit as she pulls her hair into a messy bun, rearranging the poof a few times until it looks right. High and centered at the top of her head, with a few strands hanging loose to frame her face.

She takes a deep breath and looks at herself fully, tugging a bit on the top of her scrubs here and there before turning to the side and checking the back. The point really isn't to look sexy she reminds herself. The point is to look like a massage therapist. A proper one. Besides, she knows the Doctor finds her sexy no matter what she wears.

With that in mind, she applies a bit of chap stick and begins to make her way to their adjoining bedroom.

A smile creeps up her face.

Sometimes she still can't believe it when she sees it. The Doctor, here, in her bed.

Waiting for her.

He doesn't even know what he's waiting for, he had just trusted her when she told him to get naked, which endears him to her even more. She didn't think it was possible to love him more than she already had, but he proves her wrong every single day.

"I said get naked, you know."

Her tone is light, obviously teasing. In the dim light of their bedroom, her eyes wander over his slim frame. There were times, many many times, - sometimes inappropriate times - that she wanted this so badly that it felt as if it might consume her, eat her alive.

Of course, back then, she was aware they were under a blackhole or some other awful wonderfully exciting danger, but there was always that little part of her that just wanted him. She'd ignore it as best she could until she could be alone with her imagination and her fingers then. This is a whole other game. She can't help but lick her lips in anticipation.

Now she wanted and knows she is wanted just as much, sometimes more. She'd always known, but it was a different kind of knowledge now. Having had his tongue on her, his cock buried inside of her.

God, his cock. Just the thought of it made her mouth water.

"I am naked," The Doctor says, holding a melting ice pack to his temple. His face is still pinched with pain. Obviously the paracetamol she had convinced him to take earlier hadn't done much to help his migraine.

She had always hated seeing him in pain, but it was rarer before. Usually it was emotional pain. These blinding headaches are something new. He hates them for reasons most people do. But she knows he hates feeling weak, hates feeling too human. He hates how they make him a bit crabby at UNIT sometimes, especially with her mum.

It was a while before he had accepted that he could be weak with her sometimes, that he was allowed to seek comfort in her and with her.

Rose tsks, "You're in your boxers. That's not naked."

He cracks open an eye then, looking at her in amusement. "Semantics. What are you wearing?"

"Oh, this? I've had them for ages," she fibs, waving her hand in the air. "Did you know I'm a certified massage therapist?"

The corner of his mouth quirks upward, catching on. "Is that right?"

"Mhm," Rose murmurs, walking over to their bedside table and leaning down to grab her lotion. She smothers a smile at the way she could feel his eyes on her, his gaze heavy on her backside.

It's a "girly" lotion, some lilac or lavender scented thing Pete had bought her a few Christmases ago when he didn't know her well enough yet to know what to buy her, but it is nice. And expensive. Other blokes might squirmed away at the idea of having something like that put on them, but the Doctor isn't any other bloke.

In fact, he's already turning to lay on his stomach when Rose looks up.

"Tell me if anything doesn't feel good, yeah?"

He nods, a soft and trusting smile on his face that made her heart grow warm.

She may not have actually been trained in massage therapy, but she knows enough about the human body - partly in due to the Doctor's constant ramblings about them - to put that knowledge to some use. The bed dips as she climbs on, straddling him from behind, careful not to put too much of her weight on him. She leans forward and presses a soft kiss to his shoulder then sits up, uncapping the bottle and squeezing a generous amount onto her palm. After a few moments, she feels him begin to relax while she carefully digs her fingers and palms into his tense muscles, undoing the knots that he carried for who knows how long as best as she can.

Fifteen minutes later his breathing his so even that she wonders if he has actually fallen asleep. The idea makes her feel an odd combination of relief, pride and just a touch of disappointment. He actually needs sleep now. Not as much as she does, which he often boasts about, but he does need it. That does not mean he always gets it, which doesn't help his headaches at all, a fact that she often pointed out when she's dragging him out of his lab at close to midnight sometimes. Sleeping is a good thing, but she had hoped that would happen after the second part of the massage.

The fun part.

Her hands and wrists were a tad sore, though. Giving a massage was more work than she had expected it to be. She lets her hands glide down his back, running the blunt edges of her finger nails down his smooth skin until she hears him sigh.

"I thought you fell asleep," Rose keeps her voice low, her hand moving up to card through his mussed hair softly. Simply because she can.

The Doctor shakes his head, reaching behind him blindly until he finds Rose's hand and pulls it up to his lips. "Nah, not sleepy."

Of course not, Rose thinks but keeps to herself. Truthfully, she's glad. Very glad.

"D'ya wanna turn around so I can do the front?" It wasn't meant as a double entendre, but-, actually yes it was. But only if that was what he wants. Rose gnaws at her bottom lip, feeling him hesitate.

"Erm. Well,-"

Oh, no. Her eyes go wide, imagining she fucked up and pinched a nerve. "Did I do it wrong?"

"Absolutely not. You were brilliant, fantastic even. You always are. It's just. Well, you see- actually, it worked a bit too well. I'm a bit..." Rose can't help it, her free hand coming up to cover her mouth while he beat around the bush. Her body shaking until her ribs hurt with her efforts to keep quiet. "Are you laughing at me, Rose Tyler?"

"No!" Rose laughs, wiping a tear from her cheek. "It's just, if you have a boner you can just say that, Doctor. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

He huffs in response as she slides off of him and he begins to turn onto his back, "Alright, my feeble and pathetic human body has betrayed me once again. I have no control over any of my senses. Happy?"

"Stop being such a baby."

His lower lip shoots out at that, pouting up at her ridiculously.

The smile wavers on her face, her throat going dry when she sees the tent he's pitching in his boxers. It's almost more erotic than if he were fully naked somehow, the spot of precome that spread where the tip is straining against the cotton begging to be given attention makes her head spin. Unable to stop herself, she kisses him. Softly at first, then longer and slower, until his mouth falls open for her. He pulls her closer until she's laying half on top of him, one of his hands cradling the back of her head and the other moving up to cup her breast over the loose fabric of the scrubs. She shivers when his thumb circles her pebbled nipple, deepening the kiss further until they both moan.

The kiss breaks only when she wraps her hand around his still clothed cock and gives it a firm squeeze. The Doctor's head fall back against the pillows, the pain replaces with pleasure. She props herself onto an elbow to watch. His fingers trace mindless patterns at the nape of her neck while Rose watches his eyes close. It's serene.

She leans down and tugs on that plump lip she loves so much, then moves her lips lower. She kisses his jaw, then drags her open mouth down his neck, the slight stubble there burning her flesh in the best way. The angle becomes a bit awkward so she shifts again, moving onto her knees to straddle him again, letting go of his erection to rub herself against it. She moans into his skin as her throbbing clit brushes against him through the layers between them. The small amount of friction is enough to make her feel frayed at the edges.

The Doctor feels it too. She can tell by the way his hands move to her hips and press her down further until she was grinding herself against him, her lips wrapped around his Adam's apple. Fuck, she's so wet. But this isn't about her. Not this time. She had been nervous earlier. Because as much sex as they have already had, it still isn't everyday that the Doctor lets himself be taken care of. He's usually the one with his head between her legs, he's usually the one kissing down her body and touching her. Exploring and taking his time. She doesn't mind this, of course not. She loves it. But she wants to make him feel good too.

Relationships are about balance.

She also wants to see him lose control.

Rose lifts her head, "Does your head still hurt?"

"Not really thinking about it." The Doctor grits out, his hands wandering up her shirt to cup her tits. Rose's eyes fall closed, a whimper escaping her mouth as he rubs and tweaks her nipples in a way she had dreamt of so many times during their travels.

"Doctor."

He sighs, "A bit, yes. But I'm feeling much better."

He opens his eyes and wiggles his brows at her, his eyes glassy with desire. Still, it isn't the answer she was looking for. It isn't, but it is. She rolls her eyes fondly then reaches under the pillow, pulling out a black silk eye cover. She looks at him expectantly until he lifts his head so she can slip it on. It's no small matter, considering how sensitive he is about losing control of his body. Not that she has any wild plans, it really is just to block out the remaining light from the room, which she knows he understood. It didn't change the fact that he was opening himself to her in ways that she had never imagined he would.

(For some reason, she fought the urge to say good boy. A thought she files away for later.)

"For the record," Rose starts, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "I love your body."

Understatement of the century.

He doesn't respond, just swallows thickly. Another time, without someone else, she knew he'd be all winks and of course you do, look at me. No one else gets to see this side of him, no one else ever would. A feeling of possession arises in her. He is hers. Her Doctor. With that, she continues her journey, her lips now pressed into his collarbone. Her mouth opens to she can slide her tongue from one end, to the jut, then all the way to the other end. Her palm spreads on his chest, scraping her fingers through the smattering of hair there as her mouth moves lower and lower until she can feel his heart racing against her lips.

Her knees slide down the mattress, crawling down so she can kiss down his quivering stomach.

She can hear his heavy breathing when she reaches the elastic of his underwear, her own heart thundering in her ears. She nudges him to spread open his legs so she can get between them. How quickly he obeyed makes her womb clench. Moments later, his cock springs free when she pulls the plaid obstruction half way down his thighs. It takes all her strength not to pull him into her mouth right away. Instead, she wraps her hand around the base. Her thumb rubbing there softly.

Gorgeous, she thinks. Or maybe she said aloud, because he reacts. A small reaction, just a small laugh of... not disbelief. But uncertainty perhaps.

"What?" Rose asks, looking up at him with a furrowed brow. She watches him think, undoubtedly considering whether or not he wants to say.

"You don't think I'm too skinny?" He asks after a moment.

Her head rears back in surprise. Of all the things he could be self conscious about, that did not occur to her. Well, nothing had actually occurred to her. She thinks he's perfect, as if the universe had cut him from her dreams and placed him in her arms. But of course, there were things she had held back as well. Understanding sinks in as her mind wanders back to her telling him he wanted him to change back, to her not answering how he looked or telling him what she thought. She thinks of Mum constantly telling him to eat a bloody sandwich.

She shakes her head despite the fact that he can't see her, "I think you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen. I thought it then, and I think it now."

Every word is true.

There isn't an inch of him that didn't, that still doesn't, leave her wanting. She loves the sharp edges of his bones and the lean muscle that covers them. She loves how he was just a bit taller than her, but not so tall that it's uncomfortable. She loves his freckles and his asymmetrical face. His hair, of course.

He opens his mouth to respond, but whatever he was going to say was lost when he places the flat of her tongue against him and runs it up the part she has grown to love the most. His gasp is music to her ears, urging her on when she reaches the tip. Gently, she pulls his foreskin back and licks the glistening slit before swirling her tongue around the entire head. The Doctor breathes her name, shaky and needy. He's hard as steel when she takes him into her mouth, moaning around him.

Through the fog of her own desire, she looks up at him as she begins to suck in earnest.

It's a glorious view, better than any planet he could ever show her, she thinks. It's a form of worship, though he is no god. Not to her. Yet it feels holy to run her tongue over every ridge and vein that wraps around his length.

He lifts an unsteady hand and shoves the eye cover up, needing to see her. The bun she worked so hard to perfect comes undone, her hair falling down her back and covering her face. Tender fingers reach down and gather the blonde strands, holding them in place and guiding her movements all at once as he props himself on his elbow into a half sitting position. She can tell he's close by how he's thrusting into her mouth, any and all finesse slipping from his movements. It isn't long until she felt him begin to writhe, his breathing growing more erratic by the second. Her hand strokes as her head moves up and down, her lips slick. The room is quiet aside from the wet, sloppy sounds they're making and the distant noise of traffic outside their window.

There is a soft pop sound when she pulls away, followed by a whimper that she'll cherish until the end of her days. She's stopped a few times now, every time he gets close. She takes a moment to catch her breath, smirking at how his hips raise on their own accord, chasing her warmth. She runs her free hand up his thigh. "I want you to come in my mouth. Do you want that too?"

His jaw clenches, his body answering for him.

She takes in the way he's trembling, reduced to pure carnal need because of her. For her. It's almost enough to want to make her stop and fuck the orgasm out of him, but she wants this more. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she gives him a few shallow pulls, then swallows him whole and redoubles her efforts, pulling every trick she knows to drive him to the brink until he falls back onto the bed. His hands lose their grip on her hair, too lost in pleasure to do anything but flounder them around until Rose grasps his wrists and holds them down, pinning them to his side tightly.

He chokes her name when he comes, his back arching and causing his ribs to poke out. His hips buck up, fucking her mouth, chest pink, heaving and sweaty as he spills down her throat. Her jaw aches, but she works him through it until his stiff body sags, his cock softening between her lips.

"You okay?" She asks, kissing his hip bone.

"Never better," His voice is lower than she's ever heard it, "but I'm worried you may get your license revoked."

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lastbluetardis · 3 months

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What Makes a Family Fic Announcement

Greetings, dear readers. I've been stuck with my story "What Makes a Family" for some time, because any time I think about it, all I can focus on is what I want to change about the story and how much better it would/could be if I fixed all of the stuff I don't like about it.

When I first wrote this story, it was an escape from grad school and dissertation writing, so it was something I worked on for fun and without much thought (apart from the general outline I've been following). But there are so many things I wish I could redo, so that's what I'm doing.

On February 1st, I will be taking the story down from AO3 and my Tumblr so I can fix everything I dislike about the story. I'll then begin re-posting the fixed/updated chapters sometime in late February or early March.

I'm hoping this will reinspire my love for this story, because I genuinely do love it, but there are too many things I don't like/am embarrassed about. I feel like I've grown as a writer since I first put pen to paper (well… finger to keyboard) over three years ago.

The bulk of the story won't see too many huge changes, but there will be one major change I make to the story/characters, to be revealed when I repost the story.

I'm sorry if you were excited that there was an update, but I feel this is the best course of action for me to fall back in love with this story. I hope you're all doing well, and I hope to see you back with this story next month.

All my love 💜

#doctor who #ten x rose #ficandchips #dwfic #sorry if this disappoints anyone #but I've been thinking about this for months

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bronzeagepizzeria · 10 months

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@tentoorosemicrofics 700 words tentoo/rose for the prompt 'duel' read on ao3

“Did you ever?”

Rose starts slightly, having almost forgotten that she wasn’t in bed already, her mind slow and hazy. Shifting against the headrest, she yawns. “Did I ever…what?”

The Doctor looks at her, as if to say you know. When she doesn't catch on, he huffs. “With someone else. While I was,” he swallows, “…away.”

“Oh. Well,” Rose says, considering.

“I told you about Martha. And Joan.” He smiles, tight and sheepish. “And Astrid.”

Rose grins. “Feeling jealous?”

“No,” he says, albeit a little stiffly. “Just curious.”

She hums noncommittally, even as an odd flush of happiness goes through her. “You know Michael, yeah? In HR?” She waits for him to nod impatiently. “Well…we went on a couple of dates. Wouldn’t even call them dates, actually. Didn’t really go past that. “ Her cheeks tinge pink. “I’m pretty sure I spent them talking his ears off about you.”

She meets the Doctor’s gaze then, expecting him to say something cheeky. Instead, his eyes darken, and he swears loudly, before moving so suddenly that Rose jumps.

“Sorry, hello, Anderson—was it?” the Doctor demands, leaning forward to tap the cabbie’s shoulder. “Yes, right—mind taking us back? I’ve forgotten to do something.”

“Doctor,” Rose sits up, bewildered. “Wha—”

“I knew it,” he says. “Knew that slimy bastard had eyes on you. He still fancies you, did you know that? Couldn’t keep his eyes off you tonight. It’s indecent, it is, Rose—it’s not right. He knows you’re with me now.”

Rose tries to ignore the shiver of delight that travels up her spine at that. With him. “So he fancies me—so what?”

“So what?” the Doctor snaps. “So…what? So I’m going to show him that, that’s what.” He straightens his collar, pulls back his sleeves, muttering furiously. “...does he think he is? Hovering all day…all those reports…touching your shoulder…And tonight. Bringing you that drink?”

“You’ve been watching him closely, then, have you?”

“It’s not funny, Rose.”

“Going to duel him to win my hand?”

“I just might,” he says, and Rose realises the cab’s pulled up outside the pub they’d left minutes ago. The Doctor yanks the door open, stepping onto the pavement before she can yank him back inside.

“Doctor, wait! “ she laughs incredulously, stumbling as she makes to follow him. She grabs his arm. “What’re you doing?

“Nothing,” he says pleasantly, plastering a wide grin across his face. “Just going to give the gentleman a piece of my mind.” With that he turns to march back into the pub, only for Rose to pull on his arm again, anchoring him to her.

“Doctor, stop!” she says, quite unable to keep the amusement out of her voice. “You can’t just–look. What does it matter? It’s not like he has a chance.” She lifts his wrist, waving it between them. “I’ve won the hand already.”

The Doctor groans, but his lips twitch. “Awful.”

“You love it.”

They stand like that for several seconds, Rose grinning, until he shakes his head in defeat, allowing himself to smile. “I know he hasn’t got a chance,” he admits somewhat gruffly. “Doesn’t mean I’ve got to let him try.”

“Doesn’t mean you can walk in there and deck him either,” Rose reminds him. “You’re in enough trouble with Pete as it is.”

The Doctor makes a noise of irritation. Carefully, Rose tugs him in the direction of the cab again, as if to not spook him. “I like this look on you,” she tells him conversationally, her tongue poking out of her mouth of its own accord. “Green.”

“You would,” he says grumpily, but there’s no real venom in his words.

She remembers suddenly, her first Doctor, and the way he would sulk when she so much as glanced at a “pretty boy”. An unbearable fondness suffuses her chest. “Hey,” she says, slowing to a stop. She leans in, pressing her lips to his jaw, to the slight stubble he’s got going nowadays, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away. “I love you.”

His cheek is warm, his gaze even more so.

“Rose Tyler,” he says quietly. He glances away then, to a street lamp at the corner of the building, and then to the cabbie and then her watch, strangely, before finally flitting back to her.

“What?” she asks him.

“Nothing,” he says, squeezing her palm ever-so-slightly. “Winning hands, indeed.”

#i have exams rn and i shouldnt be writing anything but i couldnt resist this once the idea came to me. hastily thrown together rubbish #but it made me sad #ughhhhh these twoooo #my fic #rose tyler #tentoorose #tentoo #tentoo x rose #tenrose #ten x rose #tenth doctor #ficandchips #tentoorosemicrofics #timepetals #doctor x rose

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janeyre · 2 months

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call me on the way home (1/2)

otp: tentoo x rose

word count: 5k

summary: After a slight mishap at Torchwood, Rose has gone temporarily missing. While Mia is out, she runs into her mum, but not as she last saw her - instead wearing a blue leather jacket with deep circles beneath her eyes. Worried about her mum's state and trying to comfort her, Mia calls the Doctor so Rose can speak to him.

AO3

Really quite a bummer when your mum goes missing, even if it’s just for a Torchwood mission and it’s probably fine anyways. Wandering the streets of central London, Mia Tyler was hopeful it would all be resolved soon – her dad wasn’t one to let anything happen to the one and only Rose Tyler.

The corners of her mouth turned up at the thought. She had fifteen years of experience in just how protective her dad was over “his girls.”

Apparently they’d been dealing with some aliens, Ainchenns, who had what her dad liked to call a “transport gun” – a teleportation device turned weapon. Whoever wound up on the receiving end suddenly found themselves somewhere else entirely. The beam wasn’t very strong though, so at most, her mum had just been displaced to some other location on this little island they liked to call home. God forbid she ended up somewhere the likes of Aberdeen, though.

The very thought made her shiver, no matter the summer sun that shone in the sky.

Lost in her frigid northern thoughts, Mia was quite content to let her feet take her wherever they may. Truth be told, it almost stressed her out more to be with her dad when things like this happened. Living in the uncertainty of the situation right there along with him was a lot different than being somewhere else and trusting that it would all work out. Besides, he was probably sitting there just trying her mum’s mobile anyway.

No sooner had she rounded a corner and found herself in front of the Thames, that she found her mum as well.

The sensation of the void ate at Rose Tyler’s very being as if pulling her apart from every direction and then– it was over.

Christ, but she was still in London.

Upon immediate reflection, it wasn’t the right one either, as the TARDIS key she had carefully tucked beneath her shirt remained cold.

“Control, shift me back in fifteen. Not the right universe, gonna take a quick look around.” Don’t even think I left this universe in the first place, she murmured under her breath. The zeppelins overhead certainly weren’t a good sign.

“Roger that, over.”

She looked up from sliding her phone into her pocket right into the face of a shocked teenage girl who had just rounded the corner and was now, at the sight of her, running up to grab her in a hug.

“Mum! Oh thank god you’re alright, we’ve been worried sick about you.” And suddenly Rose found herself with arms thrown round her neck, hugging her tightly.

Shit, shit, shit, she thought. Whoever this kid is, I’m not her mum. But I can’t go breaking her heart, if she’s vulnerable enough to throw herself at a stranger.

The young girl let out a laugh that seemed suspiciously wet. “Dad’s gonna be so upset when he hears that after all the work he did, it was me who found you.” She inhaled deeply, as if finally relaxing. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

What am I gonna say to her? Rose thought. She returned the hug gently, so as not to alarm her. Think of something, think of something…

She pulled away slowly to look the young woman in the eyes, brown enough to remind her of– she stopped that thought in its tracks as soon as it started, even if the metaphorical knife between her ribs was already twisting. “Sweetheart, I…. I may not be who you think I am.”

The look in the teenager’s eyes changed in an instant. “Mum?” The single syllable was dripping with confusion.

But before Rose was forced to think of something else to say in this painfully awkward conversation, a lightbulb seemed to go off in the young girl’s eyes. As if sizing her up, she scanned Rose up and down, before nodding her head ever so slightly to herself.

“You’ve not just come by way of Ainchenn transport gun, have you?”

Rose shook her head carefully, brows knitting in confusion. How could a kid think to ask a question like that?

This too had a profound effect on the stranger. Her cheeks burnt bright red, her eyes flying down to her trainers.

“God , I’m so sorry. I’m, well, I’m Mia. I’m, um,” she paused, searching for the right words in this impossible situation. How to introduce yourself to the person who chose your name, raised you? “I am still your daughter though.” She cringed instantly. Great word choice.

Rose only quirked an eyebrow before the girl – Mia – started again.

“Sorry, sorry, that sounded insane too. What I mean is, well,” another pause, “you’re not from this time period, are you?”

At this, Rose grew deeply, genuinely confused. It was her turn to size up the person in front of her. How could a girl who scarcely looked old enough for high school know about time travel? Why would she?

“I’m not, no. I’m travelling, trying to get back to this man I used to travel with, called the –”

“The Doctor,” Mia finished in unison.

Rose’s heart set quick to pounding. “You know the Doctor?” She could tell her eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open, but she didn’t care. If this girl knew about the Doctor, she would take whatever she could get. She could feel the blood rushing hot through her veins.

Mia smiled, and nodded cautiously. “Yeah, like I said, I’m your daughter.”

Rose’s head span. What?

“What do you mean?”

Mia smiled sheepishly. “The Doctor and Rose Tyler are my parents. You’re Rose Tyler.”

Rose’s ears were ringing. The Doctor and Rose Tyler are my parents. She and the Doctor had a kid? She’d never even considered kids with him, let alone thought he might want to have some with her one day.

But if she were telling the truth…

And if she really was still in Pete’s World…

And Mia’s eyes did remind her of the Doctor’s.

Rose shook her head; the thought was insane. She needed to get a hold of herself.

She swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared in her throat.

“How do you know about the Doctor?” she questioned again.

Mia bit her lip, deep in thought. Clearly this whole “knowing the Doctor” thing was a hang-up for her mum – makes sense if that’s the one thing that’s been kept out of her reach for the past few years.

Another lightbulb clicked on.

“Can I show you a picture?” When Rose didn’t show signs of dissenting, she pulled out her phone. “For us, your birthday was just last week, so we went out to dinner, the three of us. I can show you.”

Mia drifted into Rose’s personal space, where Rose practically vibrated with tension. She watched with rapt attention as Mia opened her messages, tapped a string titled “THE tylers” and then scrolled up a ways. She tried to read the messages as they flew past as fast as she could – the phrase “Grandma Jackie” stood out to her, and a text that read “so I’m still picking you up from school?” At last, Mia found what she was looking for, and tapped on the picture to let it fill the screen.

Rose’s heart stopped in her chest, her very breath freezing in her lungs.

There for her eyes to drink their fill was herself, squished between the young woman who stood before her and the Doctor. Right there, grinning so wide it could split his face, with his arm around Rose’s shoulders.

The Doctor.

She couldn’t help herself from lifting the phone from Mia’s hands to inspect it closer, or to quickly brush away the tear that had landed on the screen.

The face that she hadn’t seen in almost three years. Looking into the camera. Looking at her. She wanted to stand here and soak it up forever. She wanted to do whatever it took to be in that photo.

(As if flinging herself across universes wasn’t enough. If only it worked.)

Mia was finding it hard to be unaffected at the sight of her own mother being so distraught, no matter how far apart in time they were. Her own heart clenched at the way tears welled up and ran down her mother’s cheeks, unnoticed, because she was so entranced by the picture before her.

It was devastating. Hearing her parents, stupid, love-drunk as they were, talking about their time apart was one thing, but watching one of them trapped in the very middle of that heartbreak was something else entirely. Before she even realised she was doing it, Mia was searching for a way to fix this, to make it better.

She’d heard when she walked up that her mum was already planning on jumping back. Not reversing the transport gun like she’d thought, but jumping back. With the dimension cannon. Having her dad come over from wherever he was wouldn’t work. They might not have a lot of time.

A lightbulb didn’t flicker on this time so much as a neon sign above an all-night diner never really turns off.

“I can call him,” Mia suddenly heard herself say. Rose’s head snapped up, as if on a string that had been yanked. “If you want.”

Rose’s throat went dry. “Call him?” She blinked, tried to stand up straighter.

Mia nodded, unsure but hopeful. “Would that be okay? Would you like that?” Please say yes, she thought.

Rose nodded, trying to take hold of herself. “Yeah. Call him.” She tried to catch her breath. “Please.”

Her heart was pounding. It was like she’d just had ten shots of espresso, ran a marathon, and been awake for three days straight. In a few short moments, she was going to talk to the Doctor.

Rose delicately handed the phone back, treating it as if it were a newborn baby. As far as she was concerned, it was precious. She watched as Mia took it, navigated to the phone, and from the favourites list tapped on the contact titled Dad, followed by three banana emojis.

As it began to ring Mia brought it to her ear. The sound was deafening.

Make that eleven shots of espresso. She was going to throw up. The blare of the dial tone. She was going to pass out. She was going to–

“Hello, my ladybug,” a garbled – but unmistakable — voice said on the other end of the line.

The Doctor was on the other end of that phone call. It was all Rose could do not to break down into tears right there.

Mia felt suddenly winded. “Dad?”

“I’m here. Is everything okay?” It was so good to hear his voice. Why did she have tears in her eyes?

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Um, funny story, though.” Her eyes flickered nervously to her mum, who wasn’t so much looking at her as the phone pressed to her ear.

“Funny story in a good way, or a bad way?”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “You know how before Mum found you again, she jumped around to different places? Across, like, universes, and stuff?”

“I’m not likely to forget.” It was an attempt at cheek, but his suddenly sombre tone belied any humour.

Rose’s heart felt almost too big for her chest. She was going to explode. She was listening to the Doctor talk about what she was going through right now. He remembered. In whatever future he was in, he knew and he remembered because they were in that future together.

“Well, uhm.” Her voice picked up speed. “It’s not Mum now, it’s before she came back, she’s jumped here and she’s here and she wants to talk to you. She, uhm. She misses you.”

“What? ” Even without seeing him, both women could clearly picture the look of confusion on his face.

“I think she may have to –” she searched for the right word “-- go back soon, but I was thinking you could talk to her?”

Even from here, she could hear the gears turning in his mind.

“Can I give the phone to her?”

He came out of his stupor a little. “Yeah, yes, please. Thank you, Mia. You clever, clever girl.”

Mia looked up at Rose then, gently offering the phone towards her. Rose gazed back, as if she was being trusted with something too precious to be exchanged here, on this pavement beside the Thames, on a random over-bright day.

She brought the phone to her ear, ever so delicately.

“Rose?” the Doctor said.

She couldn’t help it.

She burst into tears.

“Rose, is that you?”

She tried to manage an affirmative mmhmm, she really did. But he was talking to her and she had missed him so much .

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry I’m not there with you right now.” The sound of his voice . She sobbed. “Are– are you alright?”

“I just–” She blew out a long breath. “I - I miss you.” The admission was enough to start her off again, her grief having finally found an outlet through which to pass freely; the water of the river finally crashing through the dam.

“I know,” he murmured, “I miss you too.”

And it was so terribly true, the Doctor thought to himself. Sitting alone at this table in a conference room at Torchwood, having spent the whole afternoon trying to find his wife. And she was looking for him too. His heart twisted and snarled in his chest, looking for something to close around, aching to be with her. No matter the time or the place. They were always trying to find their way back to each other.

Another sob breaking through her almost destroyed him. He’d spent (too much) time since opening his eyes to this new existence now more than twenty-some years ago, thinking about all the ways he wished he could have been there for her when she was doing this – jumping from universe to universe, no end in sight and no reason to hope, with the weight of all of creation and then some on her shoulders. All alone.

All but for this stolen reprieve.

“You are so brave, my precious, brilliant girl. I am so lucky being able to talk to you right now, to tell you that it’s all going to be okay. Because it is. I’m proof, and so is Mia.” Rose resigned all hope of reigning in her tears. Her eyes flickered up to Mia at the mention, who was watching her nervously but tried for a reassuring smile at the eye contact. She offered her mum a little thumbs up.

“We have a daughter, Rose.”

Even though he knew it, and had known it, and had revelled in the joy of it for more than fifteen years, the Doctor still found himself suddenly misty-eyed. “Every single joy in the universe lives in her, and in you, because you found your way back to me. I promise, you are so close to this nightmare being over, okay? I promise. Even though I’m not with you now physically, I’m always with you. My Fortuna.”

Her breath shuttered and halted and rushed back in. My Fortuna.

“Can I ask, when you’ve just come from?”

She cleared her throat and tried to take a steadying breath. She was going to find her way back to him. The thought overwhelmed her every sense. She was blind, unseeing in the dark, except for this one flicker of light she could now crawl towards.

“My birthday’s just gone, too. Just over a month ago now. 2008.”

The Doctor couldn’t help the short gasp he let out. If it was almost June 2008, then she really was close to this nightmare being over.

“Is – is that good?” Nervous.

She could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, could picture it stretching his cheeks and shining like the sun. “Yes . I know I don’t need to tell you we’re toeing the proverbial laws-of-time line as it is already, but you are so close. You’re in the home stretch.”

A bomb could have just gone off, from the way her ears were ringing. The home stretch. She was in the home stretch and she was going to find him again and one day she’d be able to see the smile she could now only hear.

With cruel irony, her dimension cannon beeped at her side. A computer’s voice announced, “two minutes until shift.”

Damn that stupid cannon and these stupid universes and her stupid luck.

“It feels like I’m never gonna find you,” she whispered. Her darkest secret.

His heart twisted and shattered and broke. He missed her. He needed her. He loved her.

“You will, I promise you will.” He bit down on his lip. The Doctor was and always had been a fixer, but this was a moment where he couldn’t and had no choice; resigned to being a passenger as time ran its unrepentant course. But there was one thing he still hadn’t told her that he wished she knew.

Well, fuck it.

“I’m not going to rob you of any moments you have yet to experience, and there are going to be a lot of good ones,” he chuckled to himself, “but, well, there is something I want you to know. Do you remember the last time we spoke, on the beach?”

Rose Tyler, I- . As if she could ever forget. Pain twisted in her chest, sharp and stinging.

“Yeah,” she breathed out.

The Doctor took a deep breath. “You told me something. Something I don’t take lightly. And I want, need you to know, that… you’re everything to me. You have given me happiness more infinite than I could have ever dreamed of. You are the centre of my universe. You are my heart. I… I care for you more than I can say. Do –” he felt suddenly worried, worried that this opportunity might be lost, that she wouldn’t know, that she was doomed to suffer this next month in the dark, that she had never known until that second time on the beach; not at the Game Station, or Krop Tor, or— “Do you know what I’m trying to say?”

Rose’s tears were hot against her cheeks, her chest heavy with longing. She wanted to run until she found him, and rest with him in her soul at the crack of dawn after this long, long night.

He loved her.

“Yes, Doctor. Of course I do, I do too, I–”

The phone, suddenly without someone to hold it up, fell offensively to the ground. The way it laid there, staring unblinking into the sun against the pavement, was almost violent.

“Rose? Rose?!”

Mia picked the phone up gingerly.

“She disappeared, Dad.”

His head was full of static. His thoughts were rushing and all he could hear was the crash of a wave just about to take him under.

Of course I do. I do too, she had said.

He let out a breath, devastated and relieved as realisation struck like lightning to every one of his nerves.

Oh.

She knows.

#tentoo x rose #ficandchips #rose tyler #doctor who #my fic #otp: if i believe in one thing i believe in her #soooo excited to share!!! been working on this for awhile and finally finished it up #second chapter is already finished so i will post soon 💞#please enjoy !!! i havent published anything since 2021 skckdkk #but trust that i have been here The Whole Time #skdkskdk

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