A Little More Sonic
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Time Lord(s) in the TARDIS
Sensation comes back slowly when you’re content and comfortable.
First, it was the way her head was rising and falling slowly.
Next, it was the gentle play of fingers through her hair.
The sharp but soothing smells of leather, ozone, and time surrounded her like a blanket.
Her thumb stroked slowly against the longer, cooler, rougher digit between it.
She blinked her eyes open, turning her head up to glance at the Doctor. He was laying beneath her, soft face unreadable as he looked at her.
“Oh, god, Doctor, I’m so sorry.” She put one hand against his chest, moving to sit up as she brushed her hair out of her face. But his arm tightened around her waist, keeping her against him.
She blinked down at him, and he looked up at her with wide eyes, as if he was startled by his own actions.
“It’s… It’s alright, Rose. We’ve been pushing pretty hard lately. Can’t really complain if… if you need your rest sometimes. You still look pretty tired? Maybe you should… should sleep more. Yes, you definitely need some more rest.”
She quirked an eyebrow at him, but a smile was playing around her lips. “Well, if you’re sure.” She dropped down against him, curling her legs to tangle one between his own. He tensed beneath her. She nuzzled down against him, tucking her cheek between the beats of his two hearts. “Best rest I’ve had in ages,” she admitted.
He softened, then. His arm loosened from around her waist, moving back up to card through her hair again. She thought she felt him press a quick kiss to the top of her head, but when she glanced up, he was resting against the arm of the couch, eyes closed. “Sweet dreams, Rose.”
The breach between universes is permanently closed. After a horrific accident, Rose Tyler decides to re-create herself. Broadchurch is as good a place as any to start afresh..
Closed
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This chapter is rated PG-13 for subject matter and mild language.
Warning: Character Death, mental health issues, whump
Characters: Rose Tyler, Pete Tyler, Jackie Tyler, Alec Hardy, Ellie Miller
Pairing: Ten x Rose (recollection), Alec x Rose, Alec x Ellie (Brotp)Author’s Note: Thanks to helplesslynerdy, kelkat9, bittie752 and aintfraidanoghosts. You ladies are my muses.
His eyes were closed, and his head was bowed. Pete Tyler sat in the corridor of the Naval Military Treatment Facility in Greenwich, located in the regal and grand (former) Royal Naval War College facility on the shores of the Thames.
He held his mobile and stared at the picture of what he called his second chance family. Jackie, Rose and himself were standing behind a grinning Tony Tyler. He was readying himself to blow out the candles on his third birthday cake. The picture had been taken just a few weeks before. The day had been a happy oasis in the middle of a sea of worry: stars disappearing, the Darkness, and the return of the violent weather changes that had followed the first time the walls of the universe had weakened and cracked.
One hour had passed since The Incident, and he still had not called Jackie. He could not put it off any longer.
“Jacks, there has been an…accident. Rose has been hurt.” Pete knew that something in his voice told Jackie that this time was different, because his wife said nothing in reply. She must have known that this was not just another one of the numerous sprains, strains, split lips, broken fingers or concussions that Rose had sustained during her days and nights defending the Earth.
“I’ve sent Jake to pick you up. He should be there in a few minutes.”
That one time the Tenth Doctor was a rock star, and Rose Tyler was his opening act.
(co-authored by allrightfine and gallifreyburning)
logo by songfordecem
Fic (in chronological order):
Gallifrey Records:
Part 1/3 + Part 2/3 + Part 3/3Gallifrey Records II (the School Reunion Remix):
Part 1/1Domestics (the Meet the Parents Mash-Up):
Part 1/1Logistics (the Moving In Mash-Up):
Part 1/1April Fools’ Day:
Part 1/1Gallifrey Records III (the Doomsday Compilation):
Part 1/2 + Part 2/2Gallifrey Records IV (the GitF Bootlegs):
Part 1/2 + Part 2/2The First Time the Doctor Sees Jackie Again + The First Time They Went on a Date Again:
Part 1/1The First Time They Held Hands Again + The First Time They Shared a Bed:
Part 1/1The First Time Rose Kissed the Doctor Again (and Vice Versa):
Part 1/1Final GitF Bootleg (or the first time they slept together):
Part 1/2 + Part 2/2Gallifrey Records V, Five Times The Doctor and The Master Play Music Together (and One Time They Don’t.):
Part 1/3 + Part 2/3 + Part 3a/3 + Part 3b/3The Layover Sampler:
Part 1/1The Solo Album Import:
Part 1/1The Acoustic Collaboration:
Part 1/1The Charity Broadcast:
Part 1/2 + Part 2/2 + Epilogueupcoming albums (fic set in some undefined time in the future/baby fic):
Better With Three Box Set:
Disc 1 + Disc 2 + Disc 3 + Disc 4The Human Nature EP:
Part 1/5 + Part 2/5 + Part 3/5 + Part 4/5 + Part 5/5compilation albums (fic that spans multiple time frames):
Five Times the Doctor Took his Clothes Off (and One Time it was just for Rose.):
Part 1/1Five Times there was Kissing (and One Time there wasn’t.):
Part 1/2 + Part 2/2b-sides + unfinished tracks (or tag fic, basically):
These are be available over on the Gallifrey Records Tumblr, for easy-reading! In the meantime, here are the original posts:
- On Stage: [x]
- Record Store: [x]
- Sharing a Bed: [x]
- Paintball: [x]
- Interviews: [x]
- Music Festival: [x]
- Video Filming: [x]
- Holding Down the Fort [x]
- Hiding Clothes [x]
- Muddy Backstage [x]
- Fighting at the Bungalow [x]
- Gridlock [x]
- Movie Theatre [x]
- Press Day Stress [x]
- Old Photos [x]
- Post-Doomsday Shower [x]
- RTD and a Beach in Norway [x] Vegas [x]
- Powell Estate Bag Lunch [x]
- Post-Doomsday Shopping [x]
- Camera Phone Photos at Jackie’s [x]
- School Kids and Blonde Braids [x]
- Gallifrey Records at an Incubus Concert (birthday fic for Anna) [x]
- Best Suds [x]
- Theta, Koschei, Floppy Hair [x]
- What to Expect When You’re Not Expecting the Master [x]
- Public Lewdness with Theta and Koschei [x]
actual songs from the first several fics in gallifrey records, a mix cd
the second album of songs from fics in gallifrey records, another mix cd
cover songs & album art (or stuff other people have created)
(Also on Teaspoon and Livejournal!)
If you aren’t, go. Now. Read. Love.
The Loved ‘verse
Probably the best known series of Tencest. If the Doctor had not left his part-human counterpart and Rose in a parallel world, how would they have navigated their way toward happiness? There’s fluff, angst, smut, and everything you could want. If you read nothing else on this list, read this.
Four Hearts, Three Tongues, Two Brown Suits and One Love
They both want to be the chief-pilot of the TARDIS. They both want to wear the brown pinstripes. They both love her. It is this truth that lets them live out their lives, together, even if she can’t always tell them apart. Rated Teen.
Love is Watching Someone Die
The Doctor deals first with making the situation with Rose and his duplicate work and then with the aftermath of what “forever” really means.
Dream Sequencing
A very timey-wimey version of events that has TenToo and Rose encountering an earlier version of Ten. Smut ensues.
Countdown
The words “telephathic porno” are used. Blatant, yummy PWP.
You That Way; We This Way
It isn’t as though the Doctor intended to visit Rose and his duplicate. At least, that’s what he tries to tell himself. Angsty at the beginning, but there’s good pay off.
Helping Hands
Rose is tied up and blindfolded. She has no idea which Doctor is doing what, but she doesn’t really care.
Loving and Wanting You and Me Twice Over
Written as first-person Ten, which makes for an interesting perspective on the threesome’s situation.
Watching
The Doctors and Rose land in Swinging London. Sexual tension and some character study. Some smut, but mostly mild stuff.
To the Waters and the Wild
Multi-chaptered fic featuring many NewWho characters and some great Doctor/Rose/TenToo writing.
Counting Heartbeats
Rose figures out which of the two Doctors she cannot live without. Some smut, but mild and mostly allusions to what’s going on.
Four Dimensional
The Doctor and the Master cross the void for Rose and her husband.
Ten Kinds of Trouble
Silliness and shenanigans on the TARDIS followed by a bit of Doctor/Doctor smut.
The Tao of Rose
Rose and the Human Doctor nurse the Time Lord back to health. Some angst, hurt/comfort and a bit of smut.
The Oncoming Tencest
The Doctors rather enjoy that Rose has trouble telling them apart and they take full advantage of this fact. And the sexual tension between the Doctors comes to a head…finally.
The Oncoming Threesome
Rose and her two Doctors try to make it work between them. Tiny bit of angst in the beginning, but mostly just smutty goodness. The swirly tie also makes an appearance.
The Birthday Gift
The Doctor gives…the Doctor a birthday gift. Smutty and fluffy. The author makes an odd choice for TenToo’s name, but it doesn’t hinder the story.
Blame Allison and Velvet Suits ‘R Us.
Based on this post.
Rose Tyler loathes him.
She loathes his ridiculous velvet suits, and that he can’t be bothered to at least put on proper shoes to match, and he strolls around in ridiculous white Chucks instead.
She despises the fact that he opened his specialty gentleman’s store directly across the street from her boutique, as though velvet menswear was enough of a fashion commodity to base an entire business around.
She hates that he hasn’t gone belly-up and slunk out of the neighborhood yet, back to whatever alien planet is populated by velvet-suited oddballs. She hates every single day she’s arranged the mannequin display in the front window of her own shop, and his “Velvet Suits ‘R Us” sign gleams at her from across the street in that unearthly shade of blue.
She can’t stand how he’s completely ignorant of real fashion — he stocks any and everything that catches his eye. On a whim. Without a clue as to what’s happening on the runways this year and next. And somehow there are enough gullible blokes in London to keep him in business, to get talked into purchasing three-piece velvet suits as though they’re being invited on some wild, thrilling adventure.
She dislikes his incessantly friendly attitude. The way he takes her insults as though they’re meant as constructive criticism, grinning like he understands something no one else does, and one particularly infuriating afternoon, winking in response. She especially dislikes the way her stomach flutteredand her cheeks grew warm. And she dislikes the dreams she had after that, too — every vivid detail.
She’s irritated by the fact that he decided to come to Fashion Week this year, and that he somehow managed to end up sitting just in front of her, so she was forced to stare at the lean, velvet-suited line of his torso and the wild chestnut shock of his hair for two full days. His hair, which is obviously as pleasantly startled about life as he is.
She’s put out by the way she wished he would turn around and talk to her a few more times than he actually did; and put out because he didn’t notice her dress, which happens to be the same unearthly blue color as his shop sign.
She’s mildly annoyed to discover, behind the BFC tent, that his hair is as soft as it looks, and he smells like nutmeg and aftershave.
And he’s quite a fantastic kisser.
She only minds a little bit, that he leaves his velvet vest at her flat, and she has to cross the street and step foot inside his shop to return it to him the next evening.
The Doctor loves her.
He loves the pink and yellow halo that seems to follow her wherever she goes, shades of bubblegum and cotton candy that would be garish on any other blonde sparkling against her tawny skin, and the delicate heels she seems to sleep in.
He adores the way her tongue touches the corner of her mouth when she’s dressing and undressing the lithe mannequins in her boutique’s big front window. Stripping frothy concoctions of tulle and satin, sometimes tugging up an impossibly tight pair of shiny black leather pants, he wonders if she sees him watching, pausing in his own storefront, admiring the contrast of her sparkling, light dressed and his rich, heavy suits and adoring the way her body shapes and molds itself to determination and what his father would have called spunk, if his father was around to see this.
He besotted by her brisk and cool attitude, even as she makes excuses to come to his shop, to open those big brown eyes wide in what she thinks is an expression of horror but he knows is a look of fascination. He has already gotten under her skin and it makes him feel big and manly and confident in a way he thinks he’s only heard about in stories. Every time he greets her with a big grin and the offer of tea and she bristle, tingles go up and down his spine.
He’s delighted when he hears the click-click of her stilettos, her gait as headstrong as he’s ever heard, in the row behind him, and moreso when he hears her soft exclamation of surprise and annoyance. He says hello and sees the flush rise on her cheeks, then spread down her neck and to her chest and oh her chest it’s all on display, pertly greeting him from a tight cerulean cocktail dress and he turns away before he can be caught staring. He delights in her smell and her heat and the rustles when she shifts and the scratch of her pen as she take notes, but he minds himself not to stare to hard at her décolletage.
He’s pleased when he gets a much closer view after a couple of post-show flutes of champagne and then her breasts are pressed up against his chest, hot and soft through the incredibly thin cotton of his shirt (and have cotton shirts always been that thin or is this new?) and his hands are scrabbling at her waist and her hands are in his hair and he is very pleased, indeed, to know that that feels as good as he’s ever imagined. (All the times he’s imagined.)
He’s smug when her tongue plunges into his mouth and he confirms those big pouty lips are every bit as talented as he’s imagined, too.
He’s satisfied when he realizes he’s left his waistcoat her flat, that she didn’t chase him out the door to give it back and forget him, excuse that, and he’s head over heels all over again when she returns it, with a kiss, in his shop.
(Source: oneemotionalmonkey)
| Anonymous: I may. In fact be interested in Tencest. Never really thought about it until you brought it up. Any fics you can recommend? | ||
 | It’s quite lovely, isn’t it? And who knows Ten better than a clone of himself? ;) You’re definitely going to want to read the Loved verse. Lots of fic there. Angst, porn and everything in between. It’s required reading! Links HERE |
What is it?: A Doctor/Rose AU fic in which they are musicians on tour together. Lots of other Doctor Who names make appearances as various members of their entourage (Donna, Martha, Wilf, even Adam Mitchell). It’s got all the angst and adorableness that you’d expect from a Doctor/Rose story.
Who’s writing it?: Allison and Jaime. Separately, they are excellent writers. Together, they are BRILLIANT!
What are you waiting for? GO READ IT NOW!
(follow the tag “gallifrey records” to keep up with updates and reactions)
So there’s this girl named Allison who writes the most fantastic, brilliant ficlets. I’ve had the honour of providing GIFs for a couple of them. If aren’t following her and reading them, you really should be. I promise it will be worth it. She’s awesome.
Non-porn:
Worlds in Conjunction
Novelty
Three Days
Miles to Go
Nobody Gets Left Behind
Feeling Electric (AU)
Getting to Know You, All Over Again
Sense
Finding Their Feet
Falling Slowly (sequel: Blessings and Curses)
A Love Like Ours
The Way of Things (Peter Carlisle/Rose)
Don’t Blink
EchoesSemi Porn/Porn:
My original smut post
The Private Universe
Tenses and Pronouns
Anything written by psyfi-geekgirl (especially Lingering Effects, Mad Libs, Picking My Rosebuds)
The Joy of Self Discovery
A Sticky Situation Part One; Part Two
Teach Me More
Tethered
That Little Black Dress
Thermoregulation
Halls, Bedecked
Scratching the Itch
Such Great Heights
Fevered (Nine/Rose)Lots of recs from ohmypreciousgirl
And an excellent David/Billie fic by mostly10: Nerves (there are 4 parts)
