#fem!eight

Summary: Rose and the Doctor enjoy a warm, lazy morning in bed.

Pairing: Fem!Eight x Rose || Rating: All Ages

Note: For Day Twenty-Four of 31 Days of Ficmas: prompt “love” - also tagging @doctorroseprompts for the Ficmas event

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Rose snuggled up to the Doctor, deciding she was never going to move from this spot. They were curled up in bed, cocooned in soft blankets as the TARDIS drifted aimlessly through the Vortex. The Doctor was gently running her fingers through Rose’s hair. Rose felt like she would be purring if she was capable.

“Do we have to get up today?” Rose asked, turning so that she could look the Doctor in the eye. She could practically drown in the blue of them and they seemed particularly deep in the low light illuminating the room.

The Doctor chuckled softly and slipped her hand out of Rose’s hair to smooth down her spine, fingers dancing over every bump. “I don’t believe we have any pressing engagements today.”

“So, is that a yes we can stay in bed all day?”

“Yes, we can stay in bed all day.”

“Perfect.”

Rose shifted again and captured the Doctor’s lips, kissing her slow and lazy, just relishing the warmth rising inside of her and the way their lips slid together in perfect sync.

She moved her hand into the Doctor’s chestnut curls as she deepened the kiss. A small noise emanated from the back of the Doctor’s throat and she rolled them over so Rose was on her back.

Fem!Eight x Rose drabble for the prompt of “kerfuffle” over on @legendslikestardust -- 100 words, all ages

(basically the Doctor is the embodiment of that troubled birds post “looking for trouble and if i cannot find it, i will create it”)

Rose raised an eyebrow at the Doctor as she stumbled into the TARDIS. Her chestnut curls were a wild mane around her face and there were multiple singe marks on her velvet coat, some of which were still smoking.

“I may have landed us in a bit of a… kerfuffle,” she said with a sheepish smile.

“Did you land us in one or did you start it?”

The Doctor’s smile morphed into a grin that lit up her face. “Might have nudged it along a bit.”

The Doctor’s breath caught as her eyes landed on Rose for the first time that evening. The black dress their hosts had gifted her with shimmered with subtle silver embroidery and she looked like the living embodiment of starlight mingling with mortals.

She smoothed down her own blue gown, another gift from the grateful natives, and took a moment to enjoy the feel of stiffened silk beneath her palms and the rustle it made. Then she took a deep breath and set out to greet her companion and claim her for a dance before anyone else found their tongues and asked her first.

“Come on, Doctor, you’ve got to have a book recommendation for me. There’s so many things here that I haven’t read yet!”

The Doctor looked up from the book she was halfway reading and took in the way Charley was staring at the nearest bookshelf, head tilted to one side and a hip cocked out as she perused.

“Well, if you hadn’t sped through my last recommendation, you wouldn’t have this problem yet,” she said, setting her book aside and standing. “I don’t think you appreciated it nearly enough.”

“It was good! Which is why I’m asking for another one. I’m sure you know all the books in your library.” Charley turned her head to smile over her shoulder at the Doctor. “And you know me so, recommend something.”

“The library surprises even me sometimes,” the Doctor admitted. She reached past Charley, velvet coat brushing against the soft fabric of her companion’s sleeve, and plucked a book of the shelf. “But this is an old favorite of mine. A new favorite for you, I would guess. Won’t be published for years yet if we go by your timeline.”

Charley took the book from her hands, letting her fingers linger against the Doctor’s when they brushed together during the exchange. “Sounds like a treat then. Thank you, Doctor.”

“Anytime.”

The Doctor turned to go back to her favorite armchair and the mildly boring book that was awaiting her when Charley stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“You know, you could always read it to me if you want to be sure I properly appreciate this one.”

“I could do that, couldn’t I?”

“Do you want to?”

“I rather think I do. Come on, let’s get set up somewhere more comfortable than the old sofa in here. The one in the small reading area in the back is better.”

“You never told me there was a reading area in the back of the library!” Charley complained as she followed after her.

“Well, I expected my Edwardian adventuress to have explored more.”

“Hardly have the time when you keep dragging me off on new adventures, now do I?” she shot back, nudging the Doctor’s arm.

“Haven’t heard you complain at all.”

“Then you haven’t been listening when we hit the TARDIS doors at full speed with an angry mob on our heels.”

Summary: The memory is a fragile thing, easy to break bits or lose them. Rose and the Doctor find this out after an adventure gone wrong.

Part one of the “memories lost, love found” series

Pairing: Fem!Eight x Rose

Rating: All Ages // Word Count: 1231

Note: this fulfills the hurt/comfort memory prompt over at @doctorroseprompts (shhh i know this is stretching it a bit since this isn’t a memory but it’s about memory :) )

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Rose’s first thought upon waking up to a strange woman’s face looming above her was something along the lines of oh my god, she’s gorgeous, followed closely by what am I doing on the floor and who is she?

“Ah, you’re awake. I was starting to worry.” The woman’s voice rolled over her like a velvet caress, soft as the fingers that were gently testing the edges of what felt like a wound around her temple.

“Feels like someone hit me with a frying pan,” Rose muttered, trying to sit up. She immediately regretted it as the pain in her head intensified.

“No, no, no, stay still, Rose. I haven’t quite figured out the extent of this injury yet and moving is not advisable.”

“Figured that out on my own, thanks,” she snarked. “And who are you then, some kind of doctor?”

The woman’s blue eyes flashed with something like exasperation and fondness as she shook her head. “Very funny, Rose. Never heard that one before.”

Rose narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about? That was a serious question.” She moved to try and bat the woman’s hands away from her face. “Who are you and why do you seem to know who I am?”

The woman pulled back, eyebrows drawing together as she stared down at her. “This isn’t the time for a joke at my expense, not when you actually have a head wound.”

Everything was engulfed in flames. The Doctor could feel the heat licking at her face, at her very bones as the fire danced closer to where she was frozen in place.

The world was on fire. Her world was on fire.

Gallifrey was burning and she was the one who had lit the final match.

Her TARDIS was pleading with her to get inside so they could get away from the dying planet before the Time Lock was set and it was too late. But she was frozen in place, unable to muster the motivation to escape, not feeling worthy of escape.