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The Engineer’s Gift

ao3feed-tenxrose:

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When the Doctor takes a wrong turn, he and Rose find themselves aboard Serenity. Confusion, explosions, mystery, romance, and adventure ensue!

Words: 24782, Chapters: 8/27, Language: English



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america

stoprobbersfic:

challenge 002. then there’s us. ten/rose, light adult.

cathy i’m lost i said though i knew she was sleeping
i’m empty and aching and i don’t know why
counting the cars on the new jersey turnpike
they’ve all gone to look for america

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bons vivants, 1/? (ten/rose, chef AU)

stoprobbersfic:

bons vivants (n.) (french) plural, a person who is living the good life; someone who lives luxuriously and enjoys good food and drink

ten/rose, chef AU
rated pg for now, rating to rise in short order

At a large table at the very back of the gray-walled dining room sits a man with wild brown hair. He is half hunched over a sketchpad, head bent towards a ruddy-hared Scot and a much wilder ginger woman, elegant rainbows of wine in front of them.

Mixing bowls clink and blades meet cutting board with dull thuds but none of them pay any mind. The murmur of other voices is quiet, purposefully subdued. 

He sketches something roughly on the pad then reaches for one of two red wines.

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bons vivants, 1/? (ten/rose, chef AU)

bons vivants (n.) (french) plural, a person who is living the good life; someone who lives luxuriously and enjoys good food and drink

ten/rose, chef AU
rated pg for now, rating to rise in short order

At a large table at the very back of the gray-walled dining room sits a man with wild brown hair. He is half hunched over a sketchpad, head bent towards a ruddy-hared Scot and a much wilder ginger woman, elegant rainbows of wine in front of them.

Mixing bowls clink and blades meet cutting board with dull thuds but none of them pay any mind. The murmur of other voices is quiet, purposefully subdued. 

He sketches something roughly on the pad then reaches for one of two red wines.

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where to find me

Hullo! I’ve had an influx of new followers lately so I wanted to say “hi” and clarify a few helpful things for all you wonderful people.

1. This is my fic blog! All fic recs, original fic I write, etc. get posted to this blog. Why? Because when I first started writing fic for tumblr, it seemed easier to have a separate blog devoted to fic, especially the fic I write. Was that the best decision? Who knows. But I made it a while ago and I’m running with it.

2. I have been writing fanfic for various fandoms since I was ~13, under different pen names. Since I’m almost 30, that makes me crazy, probably.

3. This is my main blog. If you want to follow it, by all means feel free. It’s where I post all the other things that are not fic.

4. I am on both Teaspoon and AO3

5. I love feedback and reviews. Love it. On Teaspoon, on AO3, on Tumblr, whatever. I am interested in your reactions to my work, if you have them, so never hesitate to drop me a line

6. Thank you, again, for following this little fic blog! I hope you enjoy it. 

Fitting Between the Lines (1/1)

re-sile:

Author: resile
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Alec Hardy/Hannah Baxter
Summary: Hardy’s got a provisional contract with the City of London Police and he moves into Hannah’s building. There is also coffee involved.
Words: ~7,300
Beta: The lovely tkross!
Also, big thanks to aviculae for the story premise and to fadewithfury and lauraxxtennant for advanced read-throughs. Also, thanks Laura for being the Britpicking consultant. If I made anyone else read this and am not thinking of it now, thank you too and please remind me. 

Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY thebadddestwolf!! I hope you like it. Sorry I kept asking you when I should post it. 
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They’re both standing at the mailboxes in his new building. He’s sorting through electricity bills, medical notices, and carry out menus, dropping the rubbish into the bin on the floor. She, meanwhile, opens her letterbox, and it’s like champagne popping, or a jack in the box, the way the papers burst out and flutter to the floor.

 

“Shit!” she says, and drops down on her heels, the full, pleated skirt of her cyan dress blooming over her crouched legs. Her hair’s blonde, sleek, with curls raining down, pinned and prodded into a red carpet updo. The arch of her back as she hunches over and picks up the wayward papers is really quite distracting, particularly with the deep V in the dress. It’s heartening, he supposes, that he can still be distracted.

 

He looks down at the floor, eyebrows raised, but she’s got most of it picked up already, and, anyway, who gets their mail so seldomly that it’s fit to burst out of the box? Serves her right.

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The Wind By Night: Chapter 12 (Final)

tripwirealarm:

Title: The Wind By Night
Chapter: 12/12 
Chapter Title: The Sound of Rain
Characters: The Doctor (Tentoo), Rose Tyler
Length: 7,245 words

Beta read by the marvelous and patient scullywolfThank you!

Previous Chapters: 

One |  Two | Three Four | Five | Six Seven | Eight | Nine  | Ten | Eleven

Places you can also read this:  Teaspoon Ao3

12: The Sound of Rain

There’s a great, mechanical wheeze, and the alarm goes silent. For the way he can’t quite breathe and the aggravating slow-motion that has become his default physical setting, it’s like the mirror chamber is filled with the depth of space, dimensionally transcendental and encompassing the whole of the cosmos in a ten by ten box. A familiar setting, but airless and silent, where sound can’t travel, where his weight isn’t tethered by forces of gravity and electromagnetism. Where he’s just drifting, helpless.

There’s irony in the entire concept, but he cannot follow the thought to its ending. If this is just being a little bit human or the effects of an addled, stress-mangled mind, there’s no way to know anymore. But it’s a comfort, in a way. Effects of exposure to hard vacuum on a human body are well documented: pulmonary barotrauma, ruptured ear drums and ebullism, all of it mainly from rapid decompression. There would be blood deoxygenation, eventual hypoxia. If he’d left Rose as she’d asked, she would be here instead of him.

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fic: Target Survival Maneuvers, 3/3. (Ten/Rose)

allrightfine:

The Doctor and Rose find themselves in the middle of a forest, being hunted for sport, with all the applicable cliches that go along with that.

Part 1 | Part 2AO3 | Teaspoon

Adult (sex, but also some violence, this final chapter); 10,682 words, this section; 18,199 complete. 

I said this was only going to be three chapters, and three chapters it is, even if this one is 10,000 words long.

&&.

The moon is beginning to sink lower in the sky, making room for the sun, as the Doctor finds himself in a staring contest with the little wolf cub.

He’s certain he’s imagining it — well, nearly certain, almost certain — but the cub’s gaze seems to be judgmental, condemning the Doctor for his actions earlier in the night.

The actions that had resulted in his tongue in Rose’s mouth.

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what if this storm ends?

helplesslynerdy:

And here it is- as promised. The first part of the TenToo/Rose story inspired by this post and the lovely set created by ablogwithaview.

Megan, you’re fancy. And super important.

Thanks to gallifreyburning  and lyricalprose for story encouragement and suggestions/kicks in the pants that I so needed. 

Thank you to jaxin88 and whoinwhoville for all of the impromptu reading/encouragement you always do for me. It means so much. 

what if this storm ends?

Metacrisis Doctor/Rose, Teen

Lyrics from “Alone” by Heart in this chapter.

part 1.

A shudder ran through Rose’s skin, a reverberation from the grating beneath her feet. The lights flickered, and the hallways moved like a club with a DJ a little too excited with his control over the strobe light. She kept her hands tentatively in front of her, braced for a potential impact with each step.

A sickly green glow came from the console room, its emergency lights offering a steadiness her retinas gladly accepted.

What she saw, however, didn’t comfort her in the least.

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this must be the place (4/4)

stoprobbersfic:

this is a half-sequel, half-interlude for my AU fic, sweetheart. it takes place between chapters four and five.

title comes from the talking heads song. 
this is how we get from christmas, to spring. 

this chapter is rated adult

chapter one chapter two chapter three

this is the last chapter everyone! i know it took a very long time to come (over a month! i am sorry!) but i hope you think it’s worth the wait. thanks for your patience, and your readership. you’re all lovely.

and before you ask: i am not done with this ‘verse, not by a mile. but i am done with this story. enjoy.

"Hnnnnnnnnnnnngh."

The groan comes somewhere from deep beneath the pile of sheets and blankets, somewhere sort of off to Rose’s left, and vibrating through her skull. Her head feels heavy, thick and throbbing, and she curls away from the noise, burrows into her own set of blankets as she frowns. The thick curtain of sleep begins to turn sheer and gauzy and she frowns deeper as she fights it back. Unbidden her mouth opens in a yawn and she nearly recoils from herself; her mouth tastes salty and bitter, and is desperately dry. She smacks her lips together a few times and answers the groan with a soft whimper of her own.

To her left the pile of blanket shifts and bucks as the Doctor flops over and curls up behind her, sliding one arm over her waist. He nuzzles his face into the back of her neck and his stubble, longer with another night’s growth and even more abrasive, scratches her. It feels heavenly.

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