AU Meme | Pete’s World - Adventures with Dad
A drawing for Jamie, because it’s her birthday and she deserves her favorite things. One of her favorite things is David Tennant’s Beer and Cake club outfit. Another one of her favorite things is David’s hair in Stephen Fry’s special on Hamlet and said “#is also my ideal pete’s world aesthetic #especially once they have a kid or two #like this is perfect for the doctor as a dad in pete’s world”
Well, Jamie, you have your wish. Along with about 600 words of fluffy family!fic
Rose and Jackie were out for one last day of mum/daughter shopping. It was their last vacation they could take before Baby Number Two came along. The TARDIS wasn’t anywhere near space-worthy, but could manage Earth-bound trips just fine. Their house in the outskirts of London had been wet and rainy for weeks, and the Doctor more so than Rose, was about to go mental if they weren’t able to get a change of scene. They’d be rooted to home soon enough once the little one came, it was time for one less adventure.
For Rose, this meant the warm sun, a massage, and some last minute shopping for the baby. For the Doctor and their son, it meant a new city to explore and a new adventure to be had. They landed on some beach in New England. It wasn’t the tropics, but there were loads of little shops, a nearby outlet center, and sunshine for the next few days, and perfect sweatshirt weather.
No sooner had Jackie and Rose put their shopping bags down and set up their chairs on the beach with a hot thermos of tea, did they see the Doctor and their son barreling down the beach, covered head-to-toe in powdered and cinnamon sugar.
“Rose,” he panted, the little boy playing his favorite game: figure-eights around gran and mum. “It’s not what it looks like. Well, if it looks like I forgot to remove the setting that causes things such as powdered sugar or cinnamon sugar at a fried dough stand to go ‘poof’ from his sonic… nope that’s exactly what happened. Thought I could think of something before I finished talking. Guess not. We’re fine though, if not a bit messy.”
He scooped the little one up into his arms, the boy half-hanging upside down giggling excitedly. “Oh, and the stand is fine too,” he added. Rose just rolled her eyes and smiled.
“You two are absolutely ridiculous, you know that? Well,” she sighed, “at least you aren’t covered in green goo and at least he seems to be loving it,” she said gesturing to her son. The little boy’s face was now clean, in a curious tongue-wide radius around his mouth.
The Doctor looked down and noticed. “Right! Bathtime for you, little man.” The little boy made a move towards his mum before the Doctor held him tighter. “Bath first to get you all cleaned up and then cuddles with mum, yeah? Let’s leave mum and gran to their tea.”
He didn’t like it, but soon proceeded to play with the powdered sugar in his dad’s hair as they went off into the TARDIS.
“To be honest,” Jackie started, “if they didn’t come back covered in something, I’d have been worried. At least it’s water-soluble this time.”
Rose laughed and took a sip of her tea, enjoying the fresh air. Yup, those were definitely her boys, she thought. Her hand dropped to her already-very-pregnant stomach. And you’re definitely going to be my girl.
“She’s gonna have the Doctor wrapped around her tiny little finger from the moment she arrives, love,” Jackie said warmly. “But if she’s anything like you were with me, she’s definitely gonna be mummy’s girl.”
“Thanks, mum,” Rose smiled.
The next time all four of them came over to the Tyler’s for dinner a month later, Jackie told them it was New England cuisine. Rose started with a chowder, the little baby girl was napping nearby, the little boy had fish and chips, and the Doctor was given a plate of fried dough, two shakers of powdered sugar and cinnamon, and a cheeky smile from Jackie.
Sub Nomine (Doctor/Rose AU) - Part One
Dedicated to Jamie, my fic tennis partner in crime, as a hat-tip for surviving three whole decades, and a thanks because I’ve been blessed enough to know her for a few of those. This story kinda got away from me, so it’s going to be a multi-parter. Happy birthday, my friend! I am perpetually grateful for you.
They never make it official between them. Never say the words – at the time, Rose thought what they were forging was above all that, although much later, after he was gone and her grief began to fade into a hollow sort of sorrow, the word cowardice throbbed in the secret corners of her heart.
No matter the words both of them swallow, Rose knows he respects her. She walks in the front door of TARDIS Enterprises, Inc. as an outside legal consultant, and by the end of her first day he asks her to come aboard full-time as General Counsel. Her blunt refusal doesn’t deter him; he asks again the next day, with an offhand shrug, as though he doesn’t think the universe turned on the answer.
But it does.
Everything turns on one syllable, one simple yes. Her entire life pivots, shifts, rearranges itself in relation to that big blue glass skyscraper in downtown London, and the man who serves as CEO.
He hardly looks the part – close-cropped dark hair, more military than businessman; leather jacket and jumper, more sea captain than corporate mogul. His face is a jumble of features greater than the sum of their parts, big ears and nose, and blue eyes so sharp they could pop another man’s ego at thirty paces. His demeanor is a heady mix of stoic nobility and capricious humor that sends her head spinning, her heart following right after.
Her business cards read “Rose Tyler, Executive General Counsel.”
When they are alone in the boardroom, working into the long hours of the night after everyone else has gone home, he grins and calls her his Executive General Conscience.
Title: Make This Go On Forever - Chapter 15
Categories: Tenth Doctor
Characters: Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler, The Doctor (10th), The TARDIS
Genres: Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe, Angst, Drama, Het, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection, Romance
Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing
Summary: The Doctor has a bad habit of making Rose’s choices for her. What happens when he takes away one choice too many? Will Rose give him any more chances?
Word count: 4661
Chapter Title: Chapter 15
Author’s Notes: We finally get our happily ever after…
I want to thank everyone who has stuck with me on this story. Without YOU, who have read and reviewed and encouraged me to keep going… this story wouldn’t be here. This ending is for you guys as a thanks for trusting in me to “fix this” and being with me every step along the way. You guys are the BEST.
And a special thanks to fogsblue who was the inspiration for this story and to littlewhomouse who leant me her graphics expertise on the banner!
Rose wasn’t sure if this meant that everything she’d gone through since that second time on Bad Wolf Bay had been worth it. There had been many years and a heart broken over and over and over again since that day. But she was starting to realise that the past was just that. Everything that had happened still mattered; the good and bad times had both shaped her into who she was now. Her time with the Doctor before was still a very important part of their story.
Recommended Reading - Doctor Who RPF
At first I rolled my eyes at this anonymous message because, pfft, how hard can it be to find RPF? It’s everywhere! And then I started compiling this list (because even if I’m thinking sassy thoughts I generally try to be quite nice) and it turns out NONE OF YOU TAG YOUR FIC OR HAVE FIC PAGES ON YOUR TUMBLR AND I HATE YOU BUT YOU WRITE REALLY WELL SO I WILL JUST SIT HERE BEING FURIOUS.
The following list is a scattered collection of really good fic and really great writers and if you want more RPF if your life I recommend you follow them! (Italics indicate commentary from me!)
What should a man do, but be merry?
This is a few days late, because I was caught unawares, but happy birthday to Anna, my fandomtumblrtwinsoulmate! I wrote a thing! And my words are still not cooperating, but I put them down and am embarrassing myself by posting them anyway, because I love you!
The Doctor didn’t intend to be here.
Then again, he hasn’t intended to be in quite a few places lately. The TARDIS has been behaving like a tetchy carnival ride these past few months, spinning him around and spitting him out everywhere he doesn’t want to be, apparently hell-bent on thwarting his good pleasure. As though the old girl has some right to rebuke him for ignoring the Oods.
First he ended up in a galaxy twelve megaparsecs from the Milky Way, where not a single creature had a concept of language. They interpreted the Doctor’s sneeze as a declaration of war, and he only negotiated a peace by a multi-planetary broadcast of himself singing “I Did It My Way.” They let him name the galaxy before he left. Then, he was aiming for the Effervescent Falls of Horrowood Cuspate when the TARDIS deposited him at the Phorphorous Carousel of the Great Magellan Gestadt, instead. And that entire incident with the Red Carnivorous Maw started with a trip to pick up strawberry biscuits.
After all of that, the Doctor didn’t intend to be here, but things could be worse. A picnic with royalty – more specifically, a newly-minted queen who hasn’t taken her eyes off him for nearly a week. Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth is far more appealing (and far more ginger) than an Ood, that’s certain.
Fic: While the Sea Destroys; Ellie/Hardy; (NC-17)
1028 words. Adult. Broadchurch. (DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE LAST EPISODE OBVIOUSLY)
Sometimes Ellie can feel the puckered edge of truth and fiction and is too afraid to pick at it.
The sheets of her motel bed are scrunched up; rumpled. The light from outside the window creates sharp hollows, swells and dips; creates sheer cliff faces out of cotton. Ellie lifts a hand and flattens them, straightening the fabric as best she can.
Fic: Triptych (3/3)
This is wonderful. Theta’s wonderful. This is their first time making love and it’s everything she hoped it would be. He is gentle and thorough and exactly the sort of lover she’d always imagined she’d have.
you and i collide
He’s a mess, as she quickly learns.
He toes off his trainers right as he walks in the door, kicking them off and leaving them wherever they land, leaving her to trip on them countless times in the dark.
He spends hours in the kitchen the first time he craves tea; when she finally ventures in, every surface is covered in mugs, cups, even a few bowls, all full. He’s positively bouncing, liquid sloshing over the wine glass he’s holding, his hands soaking.
“This is it, Rose!” he exclaims, holding it out to her with an almost manic grin. “This is tea!”
He leaves clothes everywhere. The first outfit he tries on each day is never right. He rifles through the closet, tossing shirts over his shoulder, making tiny mounds on the floor. Most days he ends up in jeans and a t-shirt. He’s starting a collection, apparently. She’ll come home sometimes and there are shopping bags everywhere, full of band t-shirts and ones with cartoon characters or silly slogans.
There’s one she loves, an absolutely ridiculous red one with some logo she doesn’t recognize. It’s soft, and it fits him just right, and she pretends to hate it, but he sees right through her. He wears it all the time, especially when she’s brought work home. She sits on the sofa, filling out paperwork, and he walks by, eyes forward, hands in his pockets and chest puffed out. She’ll pretend not to notice, and he’ll pass by a few minutes later, walk a little more ridiculous, reaching up a hand to run through his hair. She’ll sigh, forcing her eyes down to her work, and then he’ll come by one more time, his brainy specs on, and he yawns, stretching up to the ceiling, the shirt rising up so she can see his hipbones protruding out of his jeans.
Then she’s grabbing him by his belt, pulling him towards her, and it’s all tongues and teeth and he’s fucking her on the sofa, that red shirt hanging on the lamp, tinting the room in a soft pink glow as his hands grip her hips and she moans into his neck, her papers scattered on the floor next to his shoes.
He sleeps more, long legs hanging off the bed in the morning, the sheets twisted around him and his mouth open. More than once he’s fallen out of the bed and she’s woken up with a start, her heart pounding until his head pops up from the side of the mattress, eyes sleepy with confusion and hair sticking straight up. Sometimes too she wakes up and he isn’t there; the first time she’s scared when she can’t find him. But she happens to look out the window and there he is, sitting on the ground looking up at the stars. She can’t see his face, and truth be told she doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to see that sadness that she can’t fix.
They fight, too. About stupid things, whose turn it is to do the washing up, who ate the last bit of bread; sometimes, though, it’s not stupid. They yell and yell and then it’s quiet, the silence worse than the noise, and he just goes, out the door, running shoes in hand. She sits on the sofa and waits, but it’s been an hour and he’s not back, so she goes after him.
She finds him down the road, sitting on the sidewalk, bloody knees, face forward. She sits next to him and they’re both quiet for a while.
“I fell,” he finally says, and he touches a hand to his knee, pulls it away bloody. He holds it up and just stares at it. She reaches for his other hand and squeezes it in her own, and he looks at her, really looks at her, and then his fingers tighten around hers.
He doesn’t like clocks in the house, and she makes him get a mobile phone. He tries to cook, and fails, and she tries, and fails worse, and they end up eating chips for dinner more than once a week. He uses up the hot water for the shower on purpose so they have to share, his tongue licking water from her neck in the morning becoming an almost daily routine. There are days when she worries, when doubts creep up in her mind, and some days he thinks about running and never stopping.
But his hand fits perfectly into hers, and when he looks at her he sees whole universes in her eyes. He finds every chance to tell her he loves her, and she helps him explore, to find adventures he’d never thought of.
It’s hard. It’s a mess. It’s them.
I’m sorry if you thought this was just going to be a straight list. It is not. There are going to be explanations and detours and gushing.
Let’s get started.
The Essential GallifreyBurning Reading List, as curated by allrightfine.
Fic: Oceanside; Rose/Nine; (PG)
995. Teen. For “Fic Fest”. The prompts were:
- if it’s not too late, FLUFF. Fluffy fluffy fluff! Nine/Rose: he’s proud of her for something. OR Ten/Rose: she’s got jam on her chin
- I so want to do this, but I can’t come up with anything cliche-y enough, so I’ll leave that part up to you. The pairing is Nine/Rose, and I want it hot but not M+, maybe a strong teen?
- I don’t know if I missed the deadline but some Nine/Rose, nervous school boy ‘omg I’m touching girl girl is rose what do I do’ theme probably starting with a date where they’re eating chips. As sexy as you want go for it I love the sexy times.
There’s ice cream running down her hand; Rose tilts her head and licks clean the trail, and the Doctor’s eyes dart away (just like her tongue darts across her skin, pink and delicate and sweeping down her wrist). With his gaze set carefully on the man sitting behind her, he offers a wad of paper napkins, and he hears her mutter “thanks” and take them. Their fingers brush, a second’s contact, but it’s torture feeling the rough whirls of her fingerprints and the friction they cause against his thumb.
He really shouldn’t have taken her to the beach. That was a disaster, he can acknowledge, waiting to happen.