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I'm reposting my Ten/Rose 'Home For The Holidays' fic series, which is a series of shorts that takes place between 'The Christmas Invasion' and 'New Earth' because

1- It's Christmas

AND

2 - I am, as we speak writing the smutty sequel post- New Earth date fic, which will be romantic, but also, self-indulgently filthy. Possibly the filthiest hetro smut I've ever written. 😉😘 It'll be posted by New Year's or before.

So, re-read or read these for the first time and get ready for the p*rn

Here I Am (The Beating of Young Hearts) Rating: Teen Pairing: Ten/Rose Summary: For a microspan, he forgot his surroundings. Then he remembered. He was in the TARDIS with Rose. Oh no, Rose! She must be so confused! It was then that he came up with what was, quite possibly, the stupidest strategy for handling the situation. Pretend nothing was wrong. Stolen moments during 'The Christmas Invasion'. 4 parts introspection, 4 parts missing scenes, and one extended scene.

Haircuts Rating: General Pairing: Ten/Rose Summary: The Doctor needs to know that Rose is alright with his regeneration. Rose shows him just how much.

When I'm With You (I know who I am and who I want to be) Rating: Teen Pairing: Ten/Rose Summary: The Doctor has trouble sleeping in an empty TARDIS when Jackie asks Rose to stay through New Year's. Technically, she asked him to stay too, right?

Just 1 More Dance, 2 More Drinks (I Can Taste the Forever on Your Lips) Rating: Teen Pairing: Ten/Rose Summary: The Doctor and Rose enjoy one more night at Jackie's on New Years Eve (the night before "New Earth")

posting a random domestic doctordonna ficlet because my heart cannot contain it, honestly?? it's short and silly, something about settling in one of the first nights, but shhh mama need to let it out. read it as platonic or romantic, i don't really care. i know my preferences, but hey, if it works for you? coolio. also, if you drop a request in my asks, chances are, i'll write something else

"Whatcha doing?" he frowns from the doorframe.

Inside, fabric flies and his minds instantly sings parachutes! – no, nope. Why would there be parachutes? Pastel colours settle down quite mundanely. He stifles a disappointed sigh.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Donna retorts, bowing over it, arms at work. "Changing the bed!"

A beat of silence.

"Why?"

She stops. The Doctor tenses instinctively. Shouting Donna is the default setup. The TARDIS (shuddering to her timecore, he imagines) bangs the swearing filter back on the instant that woman steps inside again. Silence, though? Now, that's trouble.

"How do you sleep?"

He scratches his cheek, sincerely wondering.

"I don't, usually."

Another pause. A blatant I-am-so-done-with-your-Martian-things look, ominously familiar, sets over Donna's face. He tenses more, only for a quick nod to follow.

"Yeah, that checks out."

"Right, then... D'you need help?"

"That's bamboo linen," she points out.

Huh.

Is that something he should understand?

That's… new. Usually it's him baffling others with random words, not the other way around. At the risk of getting annihilated, albeit verbally, but actually he wouldn't bet that verbally only, the Doctor steps closer and reaches for the other end of the bedsheet.

"I'll just?.."

"Hands off, you!"

"Blimey!" he shakes his palm.

"That's actually fancy!" The Doctor's hand is still stinging with a slap. Donna half-grins at him, some secret laughter warming her eyes. "Spacemen who consistently ruin their ship aren't trusted around fancy stuff. And don't gimme that look, mate. I wasn't there the last few times, and neither was that coffee."

Well, moments like this, then. He'll be collecting them. That's gonna be a new habit, instead of collecting heartbreaks. Laughing again - and with Donna! Grinning back, hands in pockets, the Doctor decides to hold on to it. On the darkest nights, when thoughts run bitter and endless, he used to count the stars – the only light across the empty vastness of the space. Now he can count sparkles in his best friend's eyes. What a life! What a beautiful, beautiful life.

"I'll just stand there, then?"

"Yeah, try not to explode from doing nothing," she huffs, still smiling, "or else I'll disown you."

"Disown? When did you own me?"

He watches Donna roll her eyes and sigh with her whole chest while finishing the job.

"Day one."

Linens get smoothed over, and Donna's hands glide across the fabric, adding the last touch. She looks over. Neither of them can stop an idiotic little smile appear, and the Doctor welcomes it with both his hearts, for her and for himself. He nods in agreement, shining brighter than the sun. And he's been to the sun. Well, some of them, at least.

"Sounds about right."

"You bet, Spaceman."

She's going to leave for the night. Before doing so, however, Donna does walk over. Full of surprises, her. She tidies his collar, and frowns a little, and darts him a look that's simultaneously worried and caring.

"Listen, you. If anything happens. If your honestly severe sleep deprivation, I don't know, decides to burst into a horror show, or something…"

"Wait, what?"

"I mean, if you have nightmares–"

"Oh, come on! I'm not a five-year-old–"

"Yeah, you're worse!" she cuts him off, showing her You're So In Trouble face for a brief moment. Her every line softens. She's searching his eyes for something, clearly grappling for words, but cannot seem to find befitting ones. Then just sniffs her nose and finishes matter-of-factly. "Rose used to have them. Poor kid was dreaming your space nonsense… well, our space nonsense. All I'm saying is, I'm a light sleeper when I need to be. There."

She pushes a cushion in his chest, and the Doctor sways a little. Wihout missing a beat, his other hand is around Donna's shoulders. Brilliant, rude, kind-hearted Donna Noble. The one who brought him home.

"Thank you," he whispers.

"Good night, Spaceman."

howdy, i wrote another tentoorose thing! this is inspired by my job at the bookstore, and by a weird idea someone had that rose doesn’t like to read. rated e, smut and fluff 💜

Rose Tyler had always loved books.

As a child, she was enchanted by pink books with glossy pages and the glitter that adorned their covers. She was even more captivated by the mythical creatures within.

Unicorns, dragons, and mermaids.

Rarely could mum afford to buy as many as she wanted, but she always had enough from the charity shop to keep her entertained. Their covers may have been a little worn, but it was what was on the inside that mattered.

As time passed her passion for stories faded, but never went away entirely.

It wasn't until she met The Doctor that she understood that she didn't just want to read about adventures, she wanted to live them.

And live them she did.