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The Hoarfrost Room by wildwinterwitch
Nine x Rose, Teen, 2k+ words.
Summary: Rose is locked up in a vast old house in a desert of hoarfrost and fog.
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Enchanting. Mysterious. Gripping.
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Rose by wildwinterwitch
Rose
Rose, by wildwinterwitch on TS • AO3 • LJ
Stranded on an alien world without the TARDIS, Rose and the Doctor have to find a way to live and hide the Doctor from The Family. But injured and in pain, Rose starts to to wish she could forget.
This is a story that begins near the end, with Rose and the Ninth Doctor living together, sleeping together, him bearded, and her suffering a fever following an injury that nearly killed her. The story unfolds in dual structure between what happened to bring them to this point, and the long night of the soul while the Doctor physically cares for her and they try to figure out if being together was a mistake that the Doctor could undo - at least for her.Â
A unique take on the Family of Blood - they’re in hiding, but the Doctor doesn’t use the Chameleon Arch. Instead, it’s intimacy with a human that keeps the Family away, and Rose will do anything to protect him. It’s protection, until it’s more. The Family is around, but it isn’t a story about the Family or what they did.
The first rec I ever saw for @wildwinterwitch described her work as having a “grown up feel” and I think about that phrase with each and every fic of hers I read. The world is richly created in few words. The mood is palpable, and the tenderness is overwhelming.Â
Her non-linear narrative is intriguing and beautifully crafted (of course, because it’s wildwinterwitch). We have the side by side contrast of the early days of unspoken affection to the later deep relationship, where the Doctor is all in and laying his heart out for Rose.Â
This characterization of the Nine is exactly what I look for, and I cannot recommend this story highly enough.Â
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76, Totter’s Lane by Wildwinterwitch
«[The Doctor] takes her to the bathhouse. It’s a lovely walk in the moons-shine; orange light seems to drip from the foliage, and more nocturnal animals have come to fill the spicy air with their noises. Rose is still a bit wobbly on her feet, so she leans into him as they walk down the path. At this time of night, even the Martobosians are asleep, so they won’t disturb anyone or bother them with their state of dishabille; she in the sarong and the Doctor in his pants.
The Doctor fills the tub with hot water from the reservoir on the roof. It is just the right temperature, having cooled down from being heated to near-boiling by the daytime sun. With a sigh, Rose sinks into the water, submerges herself briefly to wet her hair, and comes up spluttering and brushing her wet tresses back. She winces a little as the movement reminds her of her sore ribs and broken skin.»
- Rose, by wildwinterwitch (Chap.6)
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«“The Family haven’t seen us,” [the Doctor] said. “That’s good. Now, we can either hide in plain sight or stay here.” He swept his hand in a proud, inviting gesture around to show off the grandeur of the courtyard. He’d made this his home already. He grinned at her to win her over.
“We can’t afford a hotel, or a room,” Rose pointed out.
“Nope.”
“You do have your sonic and the psychic paper, though,” she said.
He grinned widely. Then he patted his chest for non-existent pockets and the real ones of his black jeans. Rose’s heart sank. “Ah. That.”
Rose slumped against him and he hugged her. “We’ll be all right.”»
- Rose, by wildwinterwitch (Chap.4)
«And then he’d pulled her towards him and kissed her.
“That wasn’t for protection,” Rose pointed out.
“Yes, it was,” [the Doctor] said, holding her by the upper arms.
Rose glared at him, then she blew a puff of air into his face which threw him and she claimed his mouth for a fierce kiss. “It was not,” she panted as she withdrew and looked at him. He’d been more than a little startled. He nodded.
That had been two nights ago. Nothing had happened between them since then.»
- Rose, by wildwinterwitch (Chap.5)
«Another thing she discovered was that there were several street artistes who amazed the crowd with their acrobatics. They reminded her of her days as a gymnast, and of when she’d first met the Doctor. She watched them attentively, and when she got home she tried to emulate what she’d seen. In the process she remembered some of the choreographies she had practised. One day there was a competition for the spectators and Rose stepped forward and showed what she could do.
She didn't notice the Doctor watching as she took stage to perform.»
- Rose, by wildwinterwitch (Chap.5)
