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[lastbluetardis]

The 5th of July

This was inspired by this quote prompt on the @doctorroseprompts blog

Tentoo x Rose, 640 words, mentions of miscarriage and then major character death at the end (from natural causes at a ripe old age)

The Doctor and Rose go back every year to the beach where their second chance at forever began.

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“I’m here not because I am supposed to be here, or because I’m trapped here, but because I’d rather be with you than anywhere else in the world.”

Rose glanced over at the Doctor as her thumb mindlessly stroked the back of his thumb. There was an indent in the sand where the TARDIS used to be, and the Doctor pulled his gaze away from it to look down at Rose.

“I just wanted you to know that,” he murmured, giving her fingers a squeeze.

She smiled at him, a slow and beautiful smile, as she whispered, “Yeah. Me too.”

They returned to that little beach every year on the fifth of July. They would take a few minutes to mourn what had been lost, but then they took the rest of the day to rejoice in what was found.

On their first anniversary back to the beach, the Doctor was laden down with a jewelry box in his pocket and a ring made from a metal and gems found only on Gallifrey. He took her out to the beach at sundown and made love to her on the shore, and it was there that he formally asked her to spend the rest of her forever with him.

“Was already planning on it,” she’d answered through her tears of joy.

On the second trip, they invited a select few friends and family to witness their marriage, and they kissed beneath the stars as they became husband and wife.

On the third trip, they brought up the idea of maybe bringing their children to this old beach one day to see where their love story started.

On the fourth trip, they brought along the tiniest bag of ashes, and wept together as they scattered their son among the sea.

On the fifth trip, they carried a newborn on their chest and told their daughter all about their previous trips to the beach, and about her big brother, born too soon and taken even sooner.

On the tenth trip, they played in the shallow waters with their five-year-old and three-year-old, and they argued names for the little boy due any week.

On the twenty-fifth trip, they watched from the shore as their four kids and one grandkid splashed in the waves.

On the fiftieth trip, they were alone again, and spread out across a blanket in the sand amidst a picnic that went half-eaten. They made love under the stars like they’d done back when they were young, and they curled up together on the beach and celebrated all of life’s gifts.

“It’s been great, hasn’t it?” he murmured into her ear, drowsy and sated.

“Better than I could’ve ever imagined,” she agreed, slotting her fingers through his.

On the sixty-third trip, Rose carried an urn in her arms and walked with her great-grandson to the shoreline. He listened to her recount all of her memories of this beach with an attentiveness that would have made anyone think he hadn’t heard those stories dozens of times.

He offered his condolences and sympathies when he saw her tears as she spread her husband across the sea.

“Don’t be,” she whispered with a smile. She touched the pendant on her neck that contained a few of her Doctor’s ashes, keeping him close her to heart as she kept his love and memories in her heart. “The ones that love us never truly leave us. That’s why love stories don’t have endings. They don’t have endings because love doesn’t end.”

On the sixty-fifth trip, the Doctor and Rose’s four children, nine grandchildren, and eleven great-grandchildren made the annual pilgrimage one final time.

It was there that Rose was laid to rest with her husband and their lost son, and thus the greatest love story anyone on that beach ever heard about finally came full circle.

[chocolatequeennk]

As Long As We Both Shall Live, 1/3

The Doctor has always wanted to share a telepathic bond with Rose Tyler, and now he finally has the chance. But, as always, the universe has a surprise in store for them. 

Tentoo x Rose, telepathic bonding with Bad Wolf

This is part of Two Hearts, One Life, and it fills the Bad Wolf telepathy prompt from @doctorroseprompts this week. 

It’s also a birthday present for @lastbluetardis. Happy Birthday, Ashley! Thanks for being such a wonderful friend. I hope you have a fantastic day.

The rest of the story is coming sometime between now and next Wednesday.

AO3 | FF.NET | TSP | Ch 2 | Ch 3

There was one thing Rose hadn’t considered when she’d accepted the Doctor’s proposal, she reflected six weeks later.

Jackie’s strident voice filled the small chapel. “No, this isn’t nearly big enough for the number of guests we’ll have.”

The confused wedding planner looked at Rose, who shrugged weakly. If she’d realised she was opening herself up to months of wedding planning with her mum, her answer to the Doctor might have been different.

Her ring caught and reflected the sunlight as they left the building, and Rose smiled despite the headache brewing behind her eyes. Then again, maybe not. The look on the Doctor’s face when he’d slid the ring onto her finger more than made up for any annoyance she felt towards her mum.

Still, she was grateful when the afternoon was over and the driver dropped her off at home. After muttering reassurances that she and the Doctor would be over for Sunday roast the next day, she escaped the car and nearly ran up the walk to her own home.

The Doctor stuck his head out of the kitchen when she slammed the door behind her. “Long day?” he asked, his left eyebrow arched when he realised she was leaning against the door with her arms splayed out, as if she were intent on keeping something out.

Rose groaned and pushed off from the door. “Just Mum,” she said, and that was enough explanation to elicit a sympathetic hum, followed by a hug.

Feeling the Doctor’s arms around relaxed her, as always, and after a few moments, she unbent enough to catch a delicious scent in the air. She pulled back and sniffed a few times, then let go of the Doctor and stepped around him into the kitchen.

“Oh, I love you,” she groaned when she spotted take out containers on the counter from their favourite Indian restaurant. The food was already dished up and on the table waiting for them, and she shrugged out of her coat and handed it to the Doctor, then took her seat while he hung it up.

“I hope so, since you agreed to marry me,” he said, a twinkle in his eyes.

Rose stuck her tongue out at him, then dug into her meal. After taking a few bites, she leaned back and shook her head. “Believe me, only love could convince me to put up with Mum planning our wedding.”

The Doctor tore off a piece of naan and swiped it through his curry before popping it into his mouth. “Is she still determined to make it the wedding of the century?” he asked after he’d swallowed.

“At least.” Rose sighed when she felt some of her earlier headache return. “I’ve half a mind to elope—it would serve her right.” She rested her chin on her hand and looked at the Doctor. “Please tell me there’s some kind of Time Lord ritual we could do instead of this… circus. Preferably something very, very private.”

The Doctor nearly choked. He’d been trying to figure out how to bring bonding up for weeks, and after all his fretting, Rose had handed him an opportunity on a silver platter.

Her eyes narrowed. “There is,” she deduced quickly. “There is, and it’s something you want.”

He swallowed his food, then took a gulp of water. “Let’s finish our meal, and then I’ll tell you about it,” he said, not bothering to deny her assertion.

Rose ate her dinner with barely concealed impatience, and as soon as they were sitting in the living room together, she looked at him expectantly. “Tell me.”

Her soft request eased some of the Doctor’s agitation. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.

“It was called bonding,” he started, jumping right into the middle of the explanation.

Rose nodded. “That’s as good a word for marriage as any,” she mused. “Binding your lives together.”

The Doctor shook his head. “Bonding was more than that,” he said, stumbling over the words slightly. The butterflies in his stomach were almost unbearable. In all his years with Rose, there were only four other times he’d asked her a question that meant as much as this one—asking her to come with him when they met, asking her to continue travelling with him after he regenerated, asking her to choose him on that beach, and just six weeks ago, when he’d asked her to marry him.

Rose patted his knee. “Calm down, Doctor,” she murmured, and he realised his breathing had sped up. “Just tell me, and then we can talk about it.”

The Doctor took a breath and held it for a second before letting it out slowly. Then he said, “A bond would be telepathic, Rose. It would tie our minds together permanently.”

She turned slightly to look up at him. “Tie our minds together? What does that mean? Would we be able to read each other’s minds?”

“Not… exactly,” he hedged. “It would be more like… knowing one another so deeply that we could anticipate each other’s thoughts.”

The tiniest furrow appeared on Rose’s forehead, and his heart sank. She didn’t want it; it was too much.

“Would I even be able to do that, since I’m human?”

It took the Doctor a moment to realise she wasn’t refusing—that, in fact, she sounded interested, although the interest was tempered by caution. Then his heart sped up and he felt a grin stretch across his face, before he nodded fervently.

“Oh, yes,” he promised. “We know you’re at least a little bit telepathic, based on your ability to communicate with our TARDIS. And even if you weren’t, I’m telepathic enough to support a bond between us on my own.”

She licked her lips. “It’s permanent?”

He nodded.

“It sounds… intimate. Like we’d be completely open to one another. Always together, always… vulnerable.”

The Doctor ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Bonds had actually fallen out of favour before my time,” he admitted. “Time Lords weren’t really keen on making themselves vulnerable to others.”

Rose’s eyes sought his. “But you would trust me with… with all of you, like this?”

His heart ached with love for Rose, and he wanted to open himself up to her right there so she could see how much he trusted her. Instead, he took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it tenderly before saying, “I would trust you with everything I am, Rose.”

Finally, a smile broke through her serious demeanour, like the sun peeking through the clouds. “Then I would love to bond with you, Doctor.”

The Doctor leaned forward and kissed her, partly in an attempt to conceal the excited squeak he felt in the back of his throat. Bonding with Rose had been his forbidden fantasy since the moment he’d used a kiss to take the Vortex from her. He’d slowly been working up the courage to mention it to her when they’d been separated, and he’d had four lonely years to regret not asking when he had the chance.

Rose curled her fingers into the Doctor’s hair as he kissed her. She could practically taste his excitement and eagerness, and they spurred on her own. When his lips moved away from her mouth to trail kisses along her jawline, she turned her head and whispered in his ear.

“Can we do it now?”

He nipped at her ear. “Oh, I intend to,” he growled, before pulling her into his lap.

Rose laughed and pushed against his shoulders, putting a little space between them. “Not what I meant, love,” she explained when he looked up at her through passion-glazed eyes.

“Then what… Oh.” He blinked a few times, and she watched some of his control return. “You mean the bond?”

Rose nodded, and the Doctor leaned back against the cushions and raked his hand through his hair. “Well…” He pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth. “We could, but I actually have plans, if that’s all right?”

“Of course,” she assured him. It struck her then in a way that it hadn’t earlier—this was something he’d really been wanting for a while, enough to plan it out before he even mentioned it to her. “As long as we can implement these plans before my mum drives me mad,” she added, remembering what had sparked the conversation in the first place.

The Doctor laughed, the tugged her closer and nuzzled into her neck. “Oh, I think that can be arranged,” he assured her. “If I can get Pete to agree to let us have two weeks off, could you be ready to go by Friday?”

After a quick mental review of her calendar, Rose nodded. The Doctor beamed, then pressed a quick kiss to her lips before standing up with her wrapped securely in his arms. “Then I think we were in the middle of something,” he said as he carried her to their room.

[skyler10fic]

“Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache.” Please!! If you are still doing these that is. If you aren't no problem!

Sure thing! Sorry this took me a few days!! 

Sick Little Bunny

read on Ao3 here

For @doctorroseprompts​ kidfic meme. (And sadly, based on a true story.)

Another successful mission under their belts, the best teamat Torchwood One piled out of the Hummer at Canary Wharf.

Rose’s mobile rang just as Jake was inviting her and theDoctor to the pub for a celebratory round.

“Hello?” It was the number from Piper’s nursery school.

“Mrs. Tyler? It’s Nurse Harris from St. Margaret’s School. Yourdaughter’s a wee bit ill this afternoon. We’re going to need you to come pickher up.”

“Oh my god, is she ok?” Rose pressed the phone to her ear asthe team shouted and laughed and carried on around her.

“She’s resting in my office now, but she couldn’t keep her lunchdown. No fever though.” Rose could tell the nurse was very good at what shedid; she had a soft and reassuring voice to calm children and parents alike.

“Yes, of course, I’ll be right there.” Rose rang off and grabbedthe Doctor, who shot her a concerned furrow of his brow when he saw her upset. “Piper’sill. We need to pick her up from school.”

“Ill! How ill?” He searched her expression for how worried heshould be.

“Sounds like she just ate something that didn’t agree with her.The nurse said no fever but that she’d been sick after lunch.”

“Hm. If that school gave our daughter food poisoning…” theDoctor grumbled as Rose moved into action, first stopping by her office to gether purse and their car keys, then back down to the car park. It was a shortdrive to the school, but Rose had a hard time not speeding (too much) to getthere.

“Mummy!” three-year-old Piper called out in a hoarse voice assoon as she saw Rose. She was pale, but otherwise looked normal. Then Rose gotclose enough to see the tear tracks down her cheeks.

“It’s alright, love. Mummy’s got you.” Rose gathered her babyup in her arms and held her close. “Does it hurt?”

Piper nodded. “Right here.”

She patted her stomach just as the Doctor stepped into thenurse’s office from the reception area where he’d signed the form saying they’dbe taking her out of school early for the day.

“Ooh, someone’sgot a tummy ache?” he asked gently. “And have you been crying? Your eyes arered, princess.”

Piper hid her face againsther mum’s shoulder at that. Rose stroked Piper’s hair and ventured a guess.

“Oh sweetheart, did youget sick in front of the other kids?”

Piper nodded but didn’tshow her face.

“Aw, don’t beembarrassed, love,” her dad reassured. “It happens to all of us. Why, one timeI was in an imperial court and right there in front of the emperor…”

Rose shook her head andraised an eyebrow to say he better stop right there.

“How about we get youhome and we can have a nice cuddle, eh?” he finished instead.

Piper raised her head fromher mum’s shoulder and nodded, looking miserable and very ready to not be atschool anymore. They thanked the nurse and headed home. By the time theyarrived, Piper was already asleep in her car seat. The Doctor carried herinside and scanned her with the sonic. While they were waiting for the sonic tocompile the results, they snuggled with her on the couch, as promised, so thatwhenever she woke up, she’d feel safe and cared for.  

“Hmm.” He held the sonic up and peered at the results.

“What does it say?” Rose asked, anxiety creeping into hervoice.

“Slight goat’s milk allergy. Where would she have had goat’smilk?”

Rose thought for a second, then remembered the school menufor the week. “Ah. The pizza cheese. They serve pizza with cheese made fromgoat’s milk.”

The Doctor sent her a look that said he both disapproved andthat that was the strangest idea he’d ever heard.

“Oi, don’t look at me like that,” Rose defended. “‘S not likeI served it. And besides, I’ve eaten far stranger things than goat’s milkcheese for you.”  

“Suppose that’s true.” He tilted his head in contemplation.

“Mummy?” Piper mumbled, half-awake.

“I’m here, baby.” Rose laid her hand on Piper’s back.

“Can we have soup? You’re supposed to have soup when you’resick. That’s what the book said.”

“The book?” But Piper had already settled back into sleep,snug beneath a quilt Pete’s mum had made.

“Ah,” the Doctor filled in for her, “I read her a book about abunny the other night. It gets sick and the mummy and daddy bunny nurse herback to health.”

Rose nodded in understanding. “May be a good one to pull backout, just in case she gets embarrassed again about what happened at school.”

The Doctor went to retrieve the book, and Rose watched over theirbaby girl. She was glad it wasn’t more serious than a mild reaction, but she madea note to schedule an allergy test for her all the same.

The whole situation was so unbelievably domestic, it made thecorner of Rose’s lips turn up in amusement for the millionth time since theyhad found out Rose was pregnant. Of course, her life was far from ordinary insome respects, what with a part-alien husband and child, a time machine growingin her back garden, and a job that included bringing bad aliens to justice andhelping good ones settle here on Earth or get back home. And she was proud ofall of that. But she was also proud of these little moments: being parents, aquiet night at home, phoning her mum to catch up on the latest family news,making soup for dinner. She would always be Agent Tyler, defender of the Earth,but she would also always be Mrs. Tyler, wife and mum, and a life balancingthose multiple identities seemed just about perfect.  

The Doctor returned with the book just as Piper woke. Roseset some soup on the stove to warm and settled in with her little family backon the sofa as they read the story of the sick little bunny. By the time it wasdone, Piper had regained her appetite and was ready for soup. She slept hardall through the night and her parents were delighted to see that she was backto her bouncy, mischievous self in the morning.

[timepetalscollective]

Not to offend but Rose waking up to see Tentoo staring at her and the first thing she says does is groan and say, "Creepy." ;Df

It’s gotta include Rose like this

In all her bedheaded glory

And Tentoo like this 

Cuz that’s how he always sees Rose

[hellostarlight20]

Paperwork

This is a very quick little thing for @timepetalsprompts monthly prompt. Tentoo x Rose … when is his birthday and more importantly how old is he?

Rated G 603 words un-beta’ed fluff fluffy flufferific

“Rose?” The Doctor looked up from the mound of paperwork he was forced to slough through. “Why is this actual paperwork? Why hasn’t Humanity evolved beyond it?”

“Is that your real question?” She wandered in, two mugs of tea in hand, and a tray of jammy dodgers balanced atop them.

“No. Just a whine.” He sighed and took the tray, setting it on their kitchen table.

Rose leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. He’d never take for granted this new intimacy between them, not if they each lived to be 900. Which was his problem.

“I need a birthday.”

She blinked down at him. “Ah.”

Instead of sitting on his lap, which the Doctor preferred, she sat in the second chair next to him. Pity. She leaned on one hand and absently twirled her hair, eyes almost golden in the sunlight. Unable to resist—and he didn’t need to resist any more!—the Doctor leaned over and kissed her again.

Loved the kissing.

“How do I narrow down my life into eight digits?”

“Does your Gallifreyan birthdate translate into Earth time?”

He did a quick calculation then shrugged. “Are we talking the moment I was loomed? The moment I met my genetic parents? The moment I looked into the untempered schism?”

Rose opened her mouth then closed it and laughed. She sipped her tea and nibbled on a biscuit. “How about something much simpler? The day we—well, that day on—” she sighed. “How about our first day together?”

The Doctor knew what she wanted to say, that day on the beach when the Time Lord Doctor dropped them off. He didn’t bring it up, either. In the week since their return, and the week since they admitted they still loved each other, they hadn’t actually talked.

Talking was for later.

It was always for later.

“All right. And the year?”

“Can’t put your real age,” Rose mused into her tea mug. She looked up at him and tilted her head, squinting a little. “Say…what, 35-ish?”

“What?” He squawked. “Rose Tyler, I’ll have you know I do not look like a Human 35!” He sniffed. “At the most—the most!—32.”

“Oh?” She chewed her lip on a grin.

He grabbed her around the waist, hauling her onto his lap. Rose ran her fingers through his hair and the Doctor sighed.

“Does it matter?” she asked softly. “It’s a number and a lie no matter how we look at it. So’s mine, my birthdate on all this paperwork. It doesn’t matter.”

“You’re right.” He kissed her softly and breathed in the scent of home and Rose that clung to the skin of her neck. “It doesn’t. And who knows? Between my still-half Time Lordliness—” she snickered as she was meant to—“and Bad Wolf, who knows what our lifespans might be.”

Rose looked to the corner where the baby TARDIS coral soaked up the sunlight and carefully mixed nutrients they’d prepared. “Exactly.”

“I suppose age really is just a number.” The Doctor pulled back and set her feet on the floor then stood and took her hand. “And since we don’t know, it doesn’t matter.”

“Where are we going?” She asked, laughing as he tugged her through the flat.

“Out. To celebrate my birthday, of course!”

Rose leaned her head on his arm, so reminiscent of how they used to walk through alien markets or downtown London. Before. The Doctor hoped to have those trips again. Even if it was exploring this universe’s London. Together, hand in hand, with Rose.

“Happy Birthday, Doctor.”

“And many more, Rose Tyler.”

[onelifenet]

This month's prompt is: 

Birthdays

When is the Doctor's birthday? What presents do the Doctor and Rose get each other (or Jackie and Pete and Tony) for their birthdays? What gifts do they receive. And do their birthdays ever go as planned?

We want your fic, headcanons, meta, edits. Just tag your stuff with #onelifenet or '@' us.

[whoinwhoville]

Rating: General Audience Relationships: Tenth Doctor (duplicate)/Rose Tyler Characters: Tenth Doctor (duplicate), Rose Tyler, Tony Tyler Additional Tags: Crack, Humor, What is this even?, Transformers - Freeform, Optimus Prime - Freeform, evil emporor zorgon, Princess Leia - Freeform, Bumblebee - Freeform, mr. potatohead, Fluff Series: Part 4 of Whoville's Follower Milestone Celebration Summary:

The Doctor and Rose babysit Tony Tyler and play with Transformers. Crack.

Written for @ofstormsandwolves, winner of the Tentoo x Rose ficlet from my Follower Milestone Celebration. Prompt was, “Tentoo and Rose babysit Tony.”

“Doctor!” Red-headed Tony Tyler jumped into the Doctor’s arms.

The Doctor swooped Tony up and onto his shoulders. “What do you want to do today?”

“Play with toys! I brought Bumblebee, Mr. Potatohead, and a Bad Guy. We can play Transformers!”

“Sounds brilliant.”

“Your dad and me, we haven’t had a date in ages," Jackie told Rose. "Going to see a film -- and one that's not animated, thank heavens, and then down to the pub for a pint and a quiz. Shouldn’t be out too late.”

“Have fun, Mum. Don’t worry about the time. Tony can spend the night even.”

Jackie handed her daughter Tony’s Transformers-themed rucksack. “He brought his whole room with him, I think. And there’s a surprise in there from his Dad. Spoils him rotten, that man.”

“And you love it.” Rose hugged her mother. “Have fun!”

oOo

“It’s Ultimate Prime! It’s Ultimate Prime!” Tony exclaimed, tearing open the package to get to his new toy.

“It’s from Dad. Make sure you thank him, Tony,” Rose said.

“I will." He grinned. "Doctor, let’s play Transformers!”

“Oh! Transformers are brilliant! Who do I get to be?”

Tony ran to get his bag of toys, and pulled out a Mr. Potato Head. “Give him a scary face. He’s an alien potato.”

“Oh! I’ll make him a Sontaran!” the Doctor squealed as he opened the flap in back and dumped out the silly pieces.

Rose laughed in the background. “Lunch will be ready in about ten minutes, boys. Cheesy noodles.”

“Oh, brilliant!” the two ‘boys’ drawled in unison.

“I am Staal!” the Doctor said in a deep voice. “Sontar ha!”

“Sontor ha!” copied Tony.

“Did I ever tell you about the time that a Sontaran named Skunk—“

“Skunk!” Tony giggled. “Was he stinky?”

“Was he stinky? He stunk worse than a Blorgallian Bog Dog, and that is very stinky. Rose got licked by one once, and she stunk for days. Bog Dogs are very affectionate.”

“Oi! I heard that! You pushed me into that bog, if I recall,” she called from the kitchen.

“To save you from that herd of Areyouesses that was coming for you!”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Tony covered his mouth and laughed. “Was that Leather You or This Hair you?”

“Leather.”

Tony leaned in close. “Rose took me to Henrik’s last week. She was looking at leather coats. She kept sniffing 'em. Isn't that strange?” Tony whispered into the Doctor’s ear.

"Not strange at all," the Doctor grinned.

“Well I think it's weird. Did you know your birthday is coming up? You’re gonna be one!” Tony giggled. “I’m older than you are! I’m older than you are!” he sang.

The Doctor winked at him. “That’s my spy — you just keep your eyes open.”

Tony picked up his new toy. “I’m Ultimate Prime, and I’m going to save the universe from the evil emperor Zorgon!”

“Zygon?” asked the Doctor.

“No, Doctor." He rolled his eyes just like his big sister. "Zygons look like a boy thing.”

Rose snorted a laugh, and the Doctor choked.

“A Zygon tried to infiltrate 10 Downing about two years ago,” Rose called from the kitchen, still laughing. “I didn’t know that Tony was peeking over my shoulder. The little spy."

The Doctor elbowed and winked at Tony.

"He saw a picture of the thing on my laptop. He laughed about it for days.”

Tony picked up a figurine with a long pointy beard and arched eyebrows. “I’m the evil emperor Zorgon! I’m here to destroy your planet!”

“What is Skunk the Sontaran supposed to do? Jump on him? Clone him?” asked the Doctor.

“Nothing. He watches. Ultimate Prime is the hero.”

The Doctor frowned.

Playtime continued for a few more minutes until Rose called them for lunch. The toys were abandoned on the floor.

oOo

“I’m an Ood,” Tony said, mouth full, spaghetti noodles hanging down his chin.

“Put those back in your mouth, little man,” Rose admonished. “What would Mum say?”

“Mum would put me in time out, but Dad would laugh and do it too. And then Mum would say, you keep doing that and you’re cut off. What does cut off mean, Rose? Mum would never cut off Dad’s arm or something, would she?”

Rose shook her head forcefully. “No! It’s like grownup time out.”

“Do you ever get grownup time out, Doctor? You’re always doing messy stuff like Ood noodles.”

The Doctor tugged on his ear, and Rose raised an eyebrow and smirked. His head snapped towards the lounge.

“What’s wrong, Doctor?” Rose asked. “I know that look.”

“Did you hear something, Rose? Tony? I heard something. Like a high-pitched zinging sound. I haven’t heard the sound… in years. Very distinctive.”

Rose and shook her head, and Tony continued to slurp noodles.

“I didn’t hear anything, Doctor,” said Rose.

“I know I heard something.”

“Maybe it was Ultimate Prime. The package says he talks and makes sounds,” Rose suggested.

“You’re probably right.”

“Hurry up and eat already, I want to play!” Tony nagged, his plate now empty.

"Tony, you go wash the cheese off of your hands and face, and then we'll play."

Tony scurried off.

“Rose, I’m serious. That robot toy? Alien tech.”

“Come on, Doctor,” she drawled. “It’s just a toy. It whirrs and walks and talks. I put the batteries in myself, and there’s a gift receipt. Mum got it at We B’ Toys.”

“Not a toy.” The Doctor crossed his arms. "Transformers do not emit a level two sub-sonic universal greeting."

"Is it dangerous?" she asked.

"No, no, no!" he grinned. "Very friendly. The friendliest of greetings! Usually precedes the offering of gifts or blessings."

“All right, then. You try and take it from Tony.” Rose crossed her arms right back at him.

oOo

“Chhhhssshhhhhh!” Tony flew the robot toy above his head. He came to a screeching halt and held Bad Guy Zorgon face to face with Ultimate Prime.

“I’m Emperor Zorgon! And you will obey me!” he hissed. “Evil Ultimate Prime, I command you to fire!” Tony held the red robot high above his head.

“Tony, we have a surprise for you. Rose is going to take you to get a treat.”

“A treat, Doctor?” Rose asked.

“Yep. Ice cream.” The Doctor leveled a look that meant business.

Rose nodded, and then swept her five year old brother into his arms. “Go on, give your toys to the Doctor. Can’t have the evil robot and the emporor Zorgon threatening innocent people at the ice creamery.”

“Awwww, do I have to?” Tony whinged.

“Yep.”

Tony handed the toys to the Doctor, a thick lower lip pooching out.

oOo

Tony held the maraschino cherry above his mouth and then grabbed it with his teeth before sticking his finger into the generous dollop of whipped cream on the top of his chocolate-caramel swirl banana split.

“…so Evil Emperor Zorgon shot Ultimate Prime with his sigma ray gun, and BAM! Ultimate Prime turned evil! He can’t even transform into a train engine anymore! Now he transforms into a big roller thing like the ones that make roads! With spikes! And laser beams that shoot out of his eyes!”

“Well that is certainly terrifying, Tony. Do you think the Doctor could save him?”

“Of course he could! The Doctor can do anything.”

“Can I have a bite of your sundae?”

“No. Get your own,” he said, caramel dripping down his chin.

“Oi! You’ve been around the Doctor too much. Rude.”

“Rose, I want to be just like him when I grow up.”

“Of course you do.” Rose smiled at him fondly.

Tony dropped the spoon on the table. The chocolate ice cream quickly melted into a sticky puddle. He sighed, “I’m done. I can’t eat anymore. Can we go home? I want to play with my new toy.”

“Told ya not to get the large.” Rose rolled her eyes.

oOo

“Hey Tony! Go into the lounge. I put Transformers on the telly! It’s the new-new series, and you get to see it two years before your mates.”

“All right! Woo hoo!” Tony ran into the lounge area of the open loft, and jumped onto the enormous beanbag that was reserved just for him.

Transformers! Robots in the Skies! he sang along as he transformed Bumblebee into her VW Beetle form. He rolled the yellow car over the bumps and valleys of the beanbag as the action began to play out on the holographic screen.

“Psst, Rose,” the Doctor motioned his head towards his lab on the far side of the enormous, formerly industrial space.

Rose crossed her arms. “You’re not gonna tell me it’s alien are you?”

“Most definitely alien. Rose Tyler. I just finished fixing his universal translator. Looks like it was damaged by some sort of a laser weapon."

"You're having me on," she guffawed, but then she saw a flickering hologram projected onto the table, but glitched.

"Hold on." The Doctor pressed his sonic against the side of the robot's armour. "Let's try this again."

"Rose Tyler, you've served the universe as Defender of the Earth. Now I beg you to help us in our struggle against the evil Emperor Zorgon. I regret that I am unable to present my request to you in person, but my ship has fallen under attack, and I'm afraid my mission to bring you to Cybertron has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the Transformers into the memory systems of Ultimate Prime. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Rose Tyler. You're my only hope.

Rose stared for a moment, and then burst into hysterics.

"You heard him, he needs you, Rose, and this is his desperate hour."

"Right," she drawled. She picked up the toy, turned it over, and showed him the back. "*Press here to record your holographic message* Tony's been begging for this toy for a year. You think I didn't know it could do this? Mum's refused to buy it 'cos it cost a hundred and fifty quid. He must've worn Dad down."

"Tony, you can come out now," the Doctor called. "Rose figured it out."

"Aww," he complained. "But it was a good trick, wasn't it Rose?"

"It was a great one, Tony."

A conspiratorial grin grew on Tony's face. "Doctor, let's do another one. But this time, let's trick Mum!"

[ofstormsandwolves]

accommodation

for @onelifenet‘s monthly prompt of ‘accommodation’, I figured I’d get all my headcanons/ideas down and then (uni work permitting) maybe do some short fics later. So:

I don’t really headcanon them having the TARDIS- I don’t really know why, but I think it’s because I’ve always had the impression that 10too would want to do the more ‘human’ thing of staying on Earth, but I’m not really sure.

I think they wouldn’t usually stay at Jackie’s and Pete’s unless it was a Vitex event, or they were there over Christmas or something, because even though the house is huge, I could see the Doctor and Rose wanting their own place.

I think Rose had her own small flat/apartment before finding the Doctor again, and it’s near Torchwood (possibly even owned by Torchwood), but after a little while she and the Doctor move out of there.

I do like the idea of them having their own Zeppelin and they spend most of their time travelling in that, so when they are home they either stay at Jackie’s and Pete’s, or maybe Jackie and Pete have moved to a new house and there’s a small cottage/barn conversion in the grounds that the Doctor and Rose use as their ‘home’.

I really like the idea of the Doctor and Rose living in an old converted building, so like, a converted warehouse or industrial building of some sort. That way, it’s quite big and open, which the Doctor would like, but it’s still a home.

Also I’ve got this insistent idea that they would probably stay in London (the only fic I’ve ever written where they didn’t was Organic Farming, and that was for obvious reasons), and while they don’t necessarily see Jackie and Pete and Tony every day/ week, they’re always nearby. The Tyler mansion is obviously a little way outside London/ on the edge of London, and I think the Doctor and Rose would prefer to be in the city, but it’s still not far for when they want to meet up with family.

[lastbluetardis]

Hello! If you're accepting prompts: TentooxRose, I love yous whispered in the dark! ;)

Rose awoke suddenly when something pressed itself up againsther. It was a body, long and thin, and it was curling around her and on top ofher, pinning her. Half dazed with sleep, Rose thrashed out of the arms holdingher down and she thrust her elbow back against the body that was half on top ofher.

She heard a muffled whimpered, and suddenly the body wasgone, and finally, finally her braincaught up. In a flash, the day’s memories came back to her, and she rememberedthat she hadn’t gone to bed alone that night.

“D-Doctor?”

“Yeah?” he said wearily, and Rose turned to see him lyingstiffly on his back. One of his hands was massaging his ribs while the other wasrubbing his eyes.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” she whispered. “Couldn’t remember whereI was for a moment.”

“Yeah,” he said again, and his voice was quiet and tense.

“All right?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

Rose sighed. He did not sound all right at all.

“Come on,” Rose said, rolling over to where she had been.She blindly reached back for him, and when she found his arm, she tugged. “Youwere after a cuddle just now, right? Well come on. I promise I won’t elbow youthis time.”

He snorted out a soft laugh through his nose, and his warm,lanky body suddenly pressed up against hers. She closed her eyes and relaxedback into him, sighing happily as he wrapped his arm around her waist andtugged her snugly against him.

“This feels nice,” he murmured into her ear.

Rose nodded in agreement, and she closed her eyes to go backto sleep.

“Rose?”

“Hmm?”

He stayed quiet, and Rose tried not to feel frustrated, butall she wanted to do was sleep. She was warm and comfortable and in the arms ofthe man she loved. But something was obviously on his mind, bothering him, soshe waited patiently.

“Are you happy here with me?” he finally asked, his voicesmall and nervous.

“What do you mean?” she asked, stiffening.

“Would you rather be with the other me?” he asked. “In theTARDIS?”

Rose stiffened, and the Doctor picked up on it.

“That’s not fair,” she said quietly.

“Right,” he said, his voice dull.

“Doctor, I love you,” she said fiercely, covering his handwith hers and giving it a squeeze. “I do. I really love you. And then you wentand split yourself into two. I’m so confused and angry and I don’t know what tothink. I thought that when I found you again, you and me would be back in theTARDIS, travelling the universe together. I never expected to come back here. Inever expected any of this, really. It’s different and it’s strange, but that doesn’tmean I’m unhappy either. I’m just… I don’t know.”

“Do you believe me when I say I’m the Doctor?” he askedhopefully.

“Yeah, I do,” she said firmly. “You’ll have to explain to meexactly what happened. But if you say you’re the Doctor, then you’re theDoctor. You’re my Doctor.”

A happy humming noise sounded in her ear, and Rose smileddespite herself. She felt his lips press against the side of her head, and shesighed and leaned back into his touch.

“I am your Doctor,” he murmured into her ear. “Completelyyours, Rose Tyler. And I love you, too, by the way.”

Rose grinned into her pillow, letting the happiness she wasfeeling take over the jumbled mess of her other emotions.

“What happened after I aborted my regeneration is what’s called aninstantaneous biological metacrisis and what that means is—”

“You know I love listening to you talk,” Rose interrupted. “Butcan we put off this conversation until morning? I’m so knackered.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” the Doctor said. “Quite right. Youshould get more sleep.”

“So should you,” Rose said through a yawn. “Human bodiesneed more sleep than Time Lord ones.”

“I noticed,” he said flatly.

“Does it feel very different?” Rose asked.

“Well, the only one heart thing is really weird,” he said. “Iwoke up thinking I’d been poisoned or something and one of my hearts wasn’tworking. Then I remembered what happened. But otherwise, it’s all right, Iguess. Nothing I can’t adapt to.”

“Good. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Rose murmured, leaning back against him as she founda comfortable position. “Night, Doctor.”

“Nighty night, Rose,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to herear. “I love you.”

“Love you,” she slurred, before she closed her eyes and fellback asleep.

[skyler10fic]

Ignore that last ask! I just saw you wrote the "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?” fic. So how about "before five, she's your kid."

Sure thing!! Hope you like this, friend! 

From the @doctorroseprompts kid fic prompt meme. 

Rose groaned and triedto find a comfortable position, which was nearly impossible as pregnant as shewas with her second child. Her first child, however, was what woke her in thefirst place. And her sentient time ship who sometimes felt like a child, seeingas she was technically only nine years old.

Piper and the TARDISwere “whispering” back and forth through the bond they shared, but they didn’tknow how to block that bond from the Doctor and Rose. Rose usually appreciatedthe lack of secrecy there because it meant the two “kids” couldn’t conspireagainst their parents/pilots, but she was now regretting that the Doctor hadn’ttaught them how to keep things between the two of them.

The Doctor rolled overon his back and sighed at the ceiling.

Go to sleep, he sent the TARDIS and his daughter.

The chattering stoppedfor a few minutes, but then both muffled part-human and TARDIS giggles broke outagain.

“They’re not going tolisten through telepathy,” Rose reminded him with her eyes still closed. “Youknow you’re going to have to go in person.”

“Me?” he grumbled. “They’reyours too.”

“Un-uh, before five, she’syour kid. And same goes for the ship.” She cracked an eye open and patted hisarm.

“Still think it’s yourturn,” he mumbled under his breath as he climbed out of their nice, warm,comfortable bed.

Rose sat up on herelbows (as much as she could) and wordlessly pointed to her six-and-a-half-months-alongpregnant belly.

“Point taken.” He noddedsleepily, then added more gently, “Seriously, I’ve got this. Go back to sleep,love.”

He leaned over the bedand kissed her before heading down the hall to Piper’s room.  

[timepetalscollective]

Where Tentoo has to go on a Torchwood mission alone because of the kiddies and Rose is all like, "Come back safe Doctor, don't leave me with these friggin' kids."

*heart eyes*  Somebody write this, stat!  (Also the reverse of this would be super cute!)

[onelifenet]

This month's prompt is 

 Wedding 

 What are the Doctor and Rose like at a wedding? Ado they get married? Our is it just their friends that do? Maybe Jackie and Pete renew their vows- but with the Doctor in tow, will any wedding go smoothly?

We want your fic, headcanons, edits and meta! Just '@' us and tag your stuff with #onelifenet!

[whoinwhoville]

A Wee Bit 'Round the Bend (TenToo x Rose crack)

photo credits:

DT

Eensy weensy figurines

1. Rose is taken off-world by a malevolent bad guy, and TenToo has no way to rescue her, he goes a bit mad.

2. But Rose, being the BAMF that she is, rescues herself and brings down an evil regime.

3. She goes all Bad Wolfy, steals a ship (she doesn’t know how to fly but Bad Wolfiness), comes back, and saves Tentoo from his self-destruction.

4. There are lots of kisses. And a wedding. Finally.

5. They both retire from Torchwood and travel a bit in the really crap spaceship that Rose “appropriated” (but only when it’s not up on blocks because it’s the Schmool Cluster’s version of a Pinto or a Pacer or a Yugo).

6. Between adventures, they breed ducklings, bunnies, and kittens, from which they model their new line of itty bitty teeny weeny glass creatures that they sell on Etsy.

7. The End.

[ofstormsandwolves]

bedtime

Follow up to family and pets

Written to cover the ‘bedtime/morning routine’ square of @legendslikestardust‘s fluffuary bingo card

With four kids to get to bed, the Doctor and Rose find they've got themselves a routine.

AO3 | Whofic 

“Mu-um, I’m thirsty!”

“Minerva’s in my room, Mum!”

“But I’m hungry!”

Rose sighed, rubbing at her forehead before glancing at the Doctor.

“This is becoming a thing, isn’t it?” he asked quietly.

Rose’s only response was to push herself to her feet, heading out of the sitting room and towards the stairs.

“I swear I wasn’t this bad as a kid,” she muttered as the Doctor joined her and they headed upstairs to check on the kids.

“Oh, I’m sure we could check with your mum,” the Doctor smirked as he followed her upstairs. “Hear some stories of baby Rose.”

She gave him a look over his shoulder, and he just grinned. “Don’t you dare,” Rose told him as they reached the top of the stairs.

They were so used to the kids trying to stave off bedtime now that they had their own routine. Rose dealt with Finnian, while the Doctor handled the twins Roman and Caspian. Of course, in order for that to happen, he first had to turf his pre-teen daughter Minerva out of Roman’s bedroom, sending her back downstairs as it wasn’t even her bedtime yet.

“You’re impossible,” the Doctor told his twelve year old daughter as he steered her from her brother’s bedroom. “Your brothers won’t go to bed and you won’t get out of their rooms. Why are you even up here?”

Minerva just shrugged, and muttered something under her breath as she headed back downstairs. The Doctor shook his head and went back to sort the twins.

“You do know that, in order to go to bed, you have to be wearing your pyjamas, Casp,” the Doctor told Caspian with false joviality.

“I’m still thirsty, though!” the eight year old whined, even going so far as to stamp his foot.

“Get a drink from the bathroom quickly, then,” the Doctor relented. “Go on, I’ll be in to check on you in a minute.” He went back to Roman’s bedroom then, only to see him still playing with Lego rather than getting ready for bed. “Really, Roman?”

In Finnian’s room, things didn’t seem to be going much better for Rose.

“But Mummy, I’m hungry!”

“Well it’s bedtime, Finn,” Rose responded calmly, knowing that her three year old wasn’t actually hungry but actually trying to buy some more time before bed. “You were supposed to be asleep ages ago. You’ve been in bed for half an hour, and I read you two stories before you went to bed.”

“When I was at Nana and Grandad’s, Grandad read me three stories,” the boy told his mum seriously.

“I’m sure he did,” Rose replied, making a mental note to have a talk with her parents about that. She encouraged Finnian to lie back down, and stroked his blonde hair back from his forehead. “Now come on, I bet you’re tired.”

“I’m still hungry, though!”

Rose sighed at that, and took a few moments to gather herself before getting to her feet from where she was crouched beside her son’s bed. She pressed a kiss to the boy’s forehead, and checked the nightlight was on before heading for the door.

“Night night, Finn.”

The boy continued to protest as she shut the door, but a few moments of listening told her he’d stayed put in bed, at least. As she looked up, she saw the Doctor just coming out of Roman’s bedroom, and they shared a look.

“He still awake then?” the Doctor asked needlessly, nodding towards their youngest son’s bedroom.

“Yep,” Rose sighed.

It was then that Caspian emerged from the bathroom, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his jumper. Rose blinked at him, and it was the Doctor’s turn to sigh.

“Well that was a long drink,” the Doctor told his son with an arched eyebrow. “Your brother’s already in bed.”

“Sorry,” Caspian shrugged, and he didn’t look particularly sorry.

“Well, straight to bed,” Rose told him gently. “You’ve not even got your pyjamas on yet.”

The little boy disappeared into his bedroom then, and the parents shared another look.

“I still want a story, though,” Caspian called suddenly from inside his room.

“You’d better choose one, then,” Rose called back. “Whose turn is it to read you one?”

“Yours, Mummy,” he called back, and the Doctor smirked at her.

“As hectic as this is,” the Doctor told her, crossing the hallway to wrap his arms around her and press a kiss to her forehead, “at least we’ve got a routine going.”

Rose snorted, and pushed against his chest.

“Shut up,” she told him with a small smirk.

The Doctor just grinned at her as she made her way past him into Caspian’s bedroom.

[lastbluetardis]

International Kissing Day

Happy international kissing day everyone! Here is a bit of Tentoo and Rose fluff to celebrate.

Rose awoke slowly to the feeling of lips trailing across the skin of her bare belly. Hands pushed her shirt up further, then the lips pressed kisses along the underside of her breasts.

She moaned and rolled over onto her back.

“Morning,” he murmured into her skin. “Today’s a very important day.”

“Hmm?” Rose wracked her brain to try and first figure out the date, and then to determine its importance. Their anniversary? No, that had been yesterday. Heat flared in her belly at the memories of how they’d spent the anniversary of the day she’d gotten her Doctor back, and the memories added to the current heat pooling in her gut.

“It’s international kissing day,” he whispered, sucking a nipple into his mouth. “The best holiday there is. And how better to spend it than kissing every inch of your gorgeous body?”

Rose moaned and arched into his lips, before she buried her fingers into his hair and tugged his face up to hers.

“Well, don’t leave me out of the celebrations,” she purred, and she pulled his lips to hers for the first of many kisses on this glorious holiday.

As if they needed an excuse to kiss.