Masterlist of Fanfiction
Doctor Who
Oneshots
Short Stories
+ Doubt
Ten/Rose, Ten II/Rose.
PG. Fluff, angst.
2016 words.
Rose is outside on the roof when he finally finds her.
+ Creepy Crawlies
Ten/Rose.
PG. Fluff, humour
985 words
Apparently the Doctor aims to please people. People who, at the moment, were most certainly not her.
+ Make it Count
Eleven/Rose.
PG-13. Angst.
1339 words
His life is pulsing against her back and she feels the murmur along his heart, against her back. It’s almost like the illusion of a double heartbeat.
+ Very Nearly Almost
Ten/Rose.
PG. Angst.
964 words
He still remembers the ice that ran through his veins as they took her away from him, the cold, cold rage that ripped through his throat and tore across his face when he heard her screams from the next room.
+ Salty Seas
Ten/Rose.
G. Fluff.
863 words
As it should, the sea tastes of salt. It makes her think of chips, of crisps, of wet holidays in Devon, and of tasting salty tears.
+ Burnt
Nine/Rose.
G. Fluff, angst.
712 words
His burning eyes are the power of a thousand suns or more when she turns to meet his gaze
+ Just another normal day.
Ten/Rose
PG. Angst.
614 words
She saw him swallow thickly, and his eyes were sharp with regret so powerful she could taste it, bitter like tears.
+ Golden Raindrops
Ten/Rose.
PG. Fluff.
424 words.
Large, golden drops of water fall from the sky, splashing against their skin and leaving it cool and warm all at once. It leaves their bodies glowing softly.
+ And he's no Open Book
Ten/Rose.
PG. Fluff, angst.
1,380 words.
She stares at him; his eyes are venerable and his jaw is locked in a sort of defiance. Her throat is suddenly tight.
+ Belief
Ten/Rose.
PG. Fluff, angst.
1,408 words.
Tensions run high between the Doctor and Rose as they come face to face with losing one another.
+ Laughter after Sunset
Ten/Rose.
PG. Fluff.
1,209 words.
But before he can say a thing her lips have crashed down on his, her hands are around his neck, in his hair, and he can taste her - salt and alcohol and something distinctly Rose.
+ Dreams Again
Ten/Rose, Ten II/Rose.
PG. Fluff, Angst.
494 words.
That woman with her blonde hair and her full lips. She is always there, and occasionally he might try to call to her, even if he knows she will never hear him.
+ time around his neck
Ten/Rose.
Very AU.
PG. Fluff, Angst.
2302 words.
She points to his round watch on one occasion. “It doesn’t work,” is all he says, his breath warming her cheeks as they sit close together. “but I like it. Don’t you?"
+ endings
Ten/Rose.
AU take on Doomsday.
PG-13. Angst.
4139 words.
The stars were out in the sky, but they both made a habit of not looking up at them. They were different, foreign, he told her when she asked. They looked different; they looked strange, all in the wrong place in the sky.
Smut
+ Same Haven
(Ten/Rose. Adult. Smut, angst)
She already surrounds him with everything she is, each time she's anywhere near him, but it's not nearly enough.
+ Checking for Tentacles
(Ten/Rose. Adult. Smut, crack)
“If I'm alien,” she whispered seductively, “I guess you'll have to check me out for tentacles now.”
+ Flecks of Golden Sand
(Ten II/Rose. Adult. Smut, fluff)
When they make love this time, they have sand in their hair.
+ Entirely Innocent
(Nine/Rose. Adult. Smut)
“Doctor, have you been working out?”
Drabbles
+ In Sleep
(Ten/Rose. PG. Fluff, drabble)
He watches her sleep.
+ Want
(Ten/Rose. PG-13. Fluff, drabble)
“Doctor,” she whispers, her tone both demanding and gentle. “I want to stay with you. Like this. Forever.”
+ Blackout
(Ten/Rose. PG. Fluff, drabble)
He can feel the sigh of each one of her gentle, sleeping breaths; he can listen as the heartbeats and breath of his own tick down the seconds... minutes... hours...
Multi-Chapter
+ Devotion to the Enemy
(WIP, Two chapters complete)
(Eleven/Rose, Ten II/Rose, OCs. PG-13. Drama, angst, fluff)
Things weren't exactly looking up for Rose Tyler. Her family had left her, she was being spied on by more people that she could count, and her mother was seriously ill. Oh, and her son was having visions of the furure. Heh, and her mother had always said adulthood was dull...
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