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A/n ; did this while at a salon with my friend and her family. I had to sit alone and her mom keeps staring at me. Like okay I know I’m alone sorry. So take this to make up for my 5 months of not writing
Just an audio clip/appreciation post for the wonderful book (AKA canon fanfiction) known as ‘The Stone Rose’ by Jacqueline Rayner. This is near the end of the story, where the Doctor has Rose cross into his timeline to assist his past self [who’s desperately searching for her after he learns she’s been turned to stone].
The audiobook is narrated by David Tennant, because of course it is:
Rose had just settled down and adjusted the metal box thing over her mouth, when the door to the shrine opened. She peered through Fortuna’s legs and saw that, yes, it was the Doctor. He saw the statue. She shrank back as he hurried forward. . . and then he realised that it wasn’t her.
Rose was taken aback. She hadn’t known - how could she know? - what her disappearance had done to him. This Doctor had a look of such despair in his eyes that her heart almost stopped in pity. She wanted more than anything else in the world to jump up, go to him, tell him that everything was going to be all right.
But, what with possibly ripping time and space apart, that was probably a bad idea.
‘Rose is prettier than you,’ the Doctor suddenly said.
alternate title: stuck in the middle with you. >:3 Asher deserves to be the jelly in a dom sandwich, okay.
redacted audio: david/asher/babe, rated explicit 18+ (read on ao3)
“Show him how much you want it, puppy.”
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A deeper exploration of what happened during 'that night'
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all worked up with nowhere to go
“I’m all yours.”
David’s dark eyes are on him as he says it from where he’s standing in the open door of the bathroom, his silhouette backlit, emphasising the lines of him, a glittering intensity in his gaze.
They have all night. And Asher would be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about this for longer than he can remember - idle thoughts and fantasies fuelled by hormones, waking him up in the middle of the night with ruined sheets.
He can still feel the shape of David’s mouth against his neck, the pressure of his teeth against his skin. He wants more. He wants to taste him, to feel the weight of him on his tongue, swallow him down until he’s all he can taste, see, feel.
It comes out even without him thinking about it, “I want to taste you.”
A low growl erupts from David’s chest, deep and possessive. His gaze flickers over to his mate, a question there that is quickly answered by the curl of their smile, their fingers trailing through Asher’s hair, soothing as they tangle their fingers in the strands.
Big news, I know I haven't written anything in a while but I swear I got valid reasons this time😭
I actually got offered a book deal to publish my book so I've been away working on that. It's now a couple inches off the ground so I'm back for real this time💀
final wip for ‘how to pamper your werewolf’, as it is nearly finished.
redacted audio: davey/angel, fic is rated mature, although this is teen.
READ THE REST ON AO3.
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“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
He kisses their palm, curling their fingers until he can press his lips against the silver ring there. The silver design is delicate, subtle, two branches intertwined, with honeysuckle and jade accents. It matches them, the ocean spray of their eyes, their shared love of nature and the forest.
It had taken him over a month to pick it out. Ash had accompanied him on the initial consultations, which had been a mixed blessing, but the teasing David had suffered through had been worth it for the final result.
He still has his father’s wedding band, kept safe in a drawer. A little piece of his past, of his family, to go with the new.
“What are you thinking about?”
He hums low, tilting his head until their hand cups his cheek. “How lucky I am.”
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tagging- you, reading this! but honestly, no pressure. also-