#tworose

Rules & other information

This is a classicrose week, so sorry nuwho Doctors, no time for you here! You can do onerose, tworose, threerose, fourrose, fiverose, sixrose, sevenrose, eightrose, and for ease (on my part) warrose. The focus should stay on one (or more) of those ships.

NSFW works are welcome, just tag everything correctly on ao3 and hide anything explicit under a cut on tumblr

This is not fanfic exclusive, any form of work is welcome. If you think it suits the prompt go for it, there are no limits with classicrose love

Alt prompts can be used in place of one of the main ones, in combination with main prompts, or done separately. They can be used as many times as you like (though maybe don't do seven different alt 1s unless you're like really dedicated to soulmate aus)

Use tags Crose week or Crose week 25 on tumblr

If posting to ao3 add it to the collection Classicrose Week

You don't have to do everyday if you don't want to. If you wanted, you could do just Day 4 and leave it at that

Late entries are more than welcome, you could do this event in three years time and (as long as I'm still active) it'll get the exact same treatment as all the other entries so go ahead and tag me in those too

I will be rebloging entries! To make this easier for me please tag me

I will use the tag gcr 25 in my reblogs

And most importantly, have fun with it!

Prompts

Day 1. First Meeting

Day 2. "Do I know you?"

Day 3. Timey-Wimey

Day 4. Role Reversal

Day 5. Accidental Marriage

Day 6. "What are you wearing?"

Day 7. Established Relationship

Alt 1. Soulmate AU

“Oh, yes, so sorry.  Do excuse me, I’m trying to find the music room.”  A man, holding a recorder ploughed straight into Rose as she entered the school.  “It’s my first day, and I’ve already been by the office twice,” he admitted.

“It’s right across the art room.  I’m heading that way myself, I’m the TA.  Rose Tyler,” she extended her hand.

“John Smith,” he shifted a narrow velvety bag to his left hand and took hers.  “Music.”

Rose’s eyes were on the bag.  “Is that a recorder?”

“Oh, er, yes.  I’ve been trying to teach myself before I had to teach these kids.  I’m afraid my neighbours must think I’m crazy, practicing away before school starts.  I’ve a friend who plays the bagpipes, actually, and he’s been trying to help me learn music properly.”  John admitted.

“This is the art room.  Music is just at the end of the corridor, on the left.”  Rose’s hand hovered over the handle.  It was only eight.  The first art class wasn’t until nine.  “When do your classes start?”

“Nine, I believe.”  John dumped his bag on the desk at the front of the room, rifling through papers.  “Aha,” he muttered, pulling out a sheet.  “Music.  Year fours. Oh, my giddy aunt.  Never thought I’d end up in here.”

“Good luck.  Year fours this year are quite a handful.  Though I should say that Year sixes are also not the best students at the moment, what with the SATs next month.”  Rose relayed some stories about the students in her classes.  “But don’t let this go to your head, yeah?  Let them have a chance to present themselves.”

“Thank you, Miss Tyler.”  John looked to the clock.  “I really should organize these papers.  I suppose that I should be somewhat organized when I meet the students.”

“Sorting the music?”  Rose asked curiously.  At John’s nod, she continued: “I used to sing in a band, never learned how to read music, though.”

“Anyone famous?”  John asked, starting to sort through the music.

“Nah,” Rose scoffed.  “ex-boyfriend, some sorta screamo or emo or I don’t really know.  My voice didn’t really fit in with the band, only filled in a coupl’a times.  If you don’t play the recorder, what is your instrument, music teacher?”

“Flute,” John’s eyes lit up.  “It’s related to the recorder, of course, but the mouthpiece is completely different.  It’s also much easier to achieve quality tone.”  He went on, comparing the two instruments.  Rose lingered, listening to his descriptions with interest, though she wasn’t interested in the flute.  Or the recorder.  At John’s request, she deposited one copy of each piece onto the music stands while he got out the class’s set of recorders.

“Just look at the state of these.  It’s no wonder the students are very good,” he moaned, appraising the instruments.

“Not very good quality?”  Rose surmised.  She stifled a laugh at John’s grimace.  “I know the feeling.  You should see the condition of the art supplies.  Brushes with bent bristles, the easels have pen marks all over them, half the paint is dried out because nobody ever replaces the lids when they’ve finished.” She glanced at the clock, starting with surprise.  “Well, I suppose that time flies when you’re having fun.  That or your classroom is actually a sort of time machine into the future.”  Rose laughed gently.

“Wish me luck?”  John smiled hopefully.