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IN WHICH ZIVA IS TONY’S DATE TO SENIOR’S WEDDING
He smiled when he felt her warm arms wrap around his middle, and the faint scent of the perfume he bought her tickled his nose. One of his own arms came to rest low on her waist.
"I have missed you," she murmured, and he watched the small, lazy smile appear on her lips when he pressed his lips to her temple.
"Me too, Sweetcheeks."
"Your father looks happy," she remarked.
Tony’s eyes searched the reception hall until they found the jovial old man. Smiling as big as ever, Senior was twirling his new bride around the dance floor with as much grace and gusto his old, tired limbs would allow.
"He told me that she was his soulmate."
Ziva’s eyebrows rose at the vaguely familiar choice of words, and opted for resting cheek against his chest to look up at him curiously. “Do you believe in soulmates?” she chanced.
With a tenderly placed hand under her chin, he leaned down to capture her lips with his. His hand then moved from under her face and into her hair, which he had enjoyed watching her straighten. Her things had been spread about his bathroom, and he’d had a lovely view of her leaning over the counter, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy Ziva-David-I-didn’t-know-you-owned-those black panties and matching bra. And as he leaned against the doorframe, admiring her domesticity and rather stunning backside, Tony concluded that he was one hell of a lucky guy. And she had scolded him for staring but with a sneaky grin on her face that let him know that she wasn’t really mad. If anything, he assumed that she had quite enjoyed his eyes on her.
And now, with her eagerly responding to his tender kiss, Tony wondered how it was even possible that he didn’t realize beforehand that she was the one for him.
He pulled away slowly, identical grins on their faces, and he whispered, “I think I’m starting to.”
It took her a second to figure out how that was relevant to anything, because his kisses always succeeded in making her mindless, but when it clicked she pecked his lips for good measure.
"Me too," was her reply, and when he eventually pulled her to the dance floor and the little velvet box shifted in his pocket, reminding him of its presence, Tony knew that the next wedding he danced with her at would hopefully be their own.
Chaos ‘verse - And then there came a day when Rose said she was having a baby.
Thirteen Series Part 01 and Part 02 - Unrelated Doctor/Rose fics posted during season 3 and 4.
Barcelona - This is the general order of events that circle around the idea that Rose was lying on the beach in Doomsday. It was all started by those three words, ‘and the baby’.
The Process of Becoming - “Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.”
Alice - Stories, drabbles, etc. about the Doctor’s daughter.
Rapture - A series of short stories exploring the relationship between Rose and the 10th Doctor.
War Widow - Post-Doomsday, slight AU. Rose isn’t a war widow but its the closest words can come to the truth.
Windows - After the Doctor says goodbye, Rose has to live in another world. This series of vignettes explores the different ways her life might have turned out.
Feeling Eletric - He knows from experience that the unnatural silence that settles over the room when the bell jingles can mean only one thing: a hot girl has entered the comic book store…
Lost - This was born out of the idea that being so close to Rose in “Partners in Crime” left some vague impression on the Doctor’s brain. And on all the discussion about the Doctor’s song ending.
Miles to Go - And it’s all here for you, as long as you choose to stay. It’s all here for you, as long as you don’t fly away.
Incompatible - What happens when alien hormones bring the Doctor and Rose together?
Legacy of the Bad Wolf - When they said goodbye at Bad Wolf Bay, both the Doctor and Rose seemed to forget the message that would lead them home, but Bad Wolf did not. Follows the events that reunite Rose with the human John Smith in 1913 and her later travels with the Doctor.
Not So New New - People must grow old; love shouldn’t. The Doctor and Rose, together forever - her forever, at least.
Less Than Dignified Escapes - Through a series of adventures where aliens attack and clothing goes mysteriously missing, the Doctor and Rose find themselves seeing a lot more of each other than expected.
The Language Lessons - Rose teases the Doctor, and the Doctor responds. Emphatically.
Bump!verse - She waddles over, best she can, and swats him on the arm. “Your bloody fault, you know.”
Pocket!verse - The Doctor learns there may well be a higher authority.
DoctorDonnaRose’verse - The Doctor, Donna and Rose travel together in the TARDIS.
Morons ‘verse - AU from LotTL where the Master survives to travel on the TARDIS with the Doctor.
What if - A series of short, unconnected stories, drabbles, and ficlettes about all the what ifs that could happen in the new series.
Crossroads - They’re scattered across the universe, but you’ll probably never see one. They represent what doesn’t exist; they represent what might have happened; they represent a chance or a choice, depending on your point of view. But should you ever see a crossroads, and you wonder about that other path…if you’re the Doctor and Rose, this is what you’d do.
Bubble of Denial - After the discovering of an odd alien device, Rose, tired of waiting for the impossible, decides to take her destiny into her own hands.
Hope ‘verse - Sometimes you find something you hadn’t known you’d lost.
Skinned knees ‘verse - They read the book on the lawn in front of the library and he talks about sand and monkeys and zebras for an hour. Later it’s Morocco, Alaska, France, Argentina, the moon.
"I’m not sure you’re reading the instructions right." The Doctor’s voice was a bit muffled considering most of his upper body was under the kitchen sink.
Rose glared at the part of him she could see, wracking her brain to remember why she put up with him. “There isn’t a way to read instructions incorrectly. I’m literally reading words from a paper.”
"No, I’m sure you’re skipping a step in there. I am the Doctor. I’m a metacrisis Time Lord. I’m from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation…"
She picked up the glass of water at her elbow and tossed its contents in the direction of his part Time Lord crotch. An indignant squawk and a dull thud came from the cabinet and Rose settled back into her seat with a satisfied smile. “Now, pick up the male screw and attach it into the female bolt.”
"I’ll show you male screwing." The Doctor said in a low tone shaking his midsection in what he probably assumed was a suggestive way.
Tossing the book over her shoulder, Rose fixed his legs with a stern stare. “If you ever fix our sick so it quits leaking, maybe I’ll take you up on that.”
There was a sudden scrabbling noise and the legs moved in a comical fashion and Rose was reminded quite vividly of a spider burrowing in sand. In a remarkably short amount of time the Doctor was scooting his way out from under the sink. He gave her a bright smile as he pushed himself to his feet. “All done that then.”
She rolled her eyes, stretching lazily and smirking when his eyes zeroed in on the tiny bit of skin exposed when her shirt rode up. “You were done twenty minutes ago, weren’t you.”
"Well…." The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck and offered her a sheepish look, "You have a sexy reading voice?"
Roe groaned, standing up and grabbing his tie. “Come on you, you’ve got some male screwing to demonstrate.”
All Ages, kid!fic (idk if Tony Tyler counts). 269
Before Rose even hangs up the phone with her mum, the Doctor is all suited up. A giant rucksack with rolled blanket, stuffed full with god-knows-what, ping-pong paddles hanging out the side, a pair of collapsed crutches, and two pool cues sticking out the back.
Rose blinks at him. He just grins back with that stupidly excited look on his face.
"When’re we going?"
Rose laughs. “What is that? Wait a minute, did you have that already packed?”
"What? It’s my go-bag for when we watch Tony," he says plainly.
"Why does it have pool cues and crutches?"
Now it’s his turn to blink. His goofy grin turns into one of concern. “For forts… and The Floor Is Lava.”
"The Floor Is Lava?" she laughs.
"Oh yeah! Rose, you’ve seen the Tyler’s mansion. It’s HUGE! Tony’s brilliant at it! He managed to get up to the second floor on a capture the flag mission."
Rose smiles as she steps towards him, pulling him down for a kiss, fingers grazing the hairs at the nape of his neck. Her tongue slides once along his before coming up for air and the most beautiful sight in the world: the Doctor’s face when he’s been thoroughly kissed.
"You’ll be a great dad."
"Really?" he says, a corner of his mouth tugging at a smile.
"Mmhmm," she hums. "Now off you get. I’ll head over round dinner with some fish n’ chips. Plenty of time for you to get a couple games in."
"Yes, ma’am." The Doctor waggles his eyebrows, gives her a quick peck on the cheek, and heads to the car.
Look no further than the blossoming romance between fashion heiress Mireille Chevalier and playboy inventor John “the Doctor” Smith. The couple was seen at last night’s opening gala sharing an intimate moment. Could it be true love? Could Mlle. Chevalier possibly be the most important woman in Mr. Smith’s life? Their tête-à-têtet just might rival any accomplishment previously known about the mysterious Doctor. This confirms that earlier speculation of a possible romance with Vitex heiress Rose Tyler was entirely false.
Ten x Rose
04 - Rose’s Bedroom
H - Fight
☾ - Psychic Paper
“I think we should talk about this,” the Doctor said, following Rose into her bedroom.
“What’s there to talk about?” Rose asked, unzipping her fuzzy blue hooded cardigan and peeling it off of her body without turning to look at him.
“Well, you seem a bit…” He trailed off. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. After… After what happened.”
“I’m— The day’s saved. No more Cybermen, no more Daleks, and…” She sighed, sitting down on her bed. “And I just need a little bit of time. To get used to the fact that mum’s gone.”
He sat next to her, placing a steadying hand on her knee, and they both looked straight ahead. “I’m sorry.”
She swallowed and nodded to herself. “I know. I’m just…”
“Is safe, Rose. And happy. With Pete.”
She grimaced, shaking her head. “She didn’t have any void stuff on her, Doctor! She didn’t have to go—” She swallowed again, fighting back tears. “Mickey, I was used to, him being gone, but this is going to be… It’s hard! And - I just need to… have a good cry. And I can’t do that with you here. So, can you go? Please?”
He flinched, stiffening next to her, but after a second he stood, letting out a deep sigh. She stood too.
“Look, I’m sorry, Doctor.”
“I didn’t want to— I sent Jackie because I thought you’d have to go,” he said, voice rising. “I was trying to keep you together! The last thing I wanted was—” He stopped himself, clenching his jaw tight. “I’m sorry if you regret it. Staying with me. I am. And — I’ll give you some time.”
She tugged idly at the hem of her black vest top. “I don’t want to fight about it. Really, I don’t. I just… I’ll see you a little later, okay?”
He turned to go, but she grabbed his sleeve, stopping him, and he met her eyes with a hopeful expression.
“Here, I still have this,” she said, taking a second to rummage through her pocket and pull out the psychic paper. She handed it to him and as his hand slid towards hers, the leather wallet flipped open. He looked down without thinking, and a sad smile spread across his face as he saw the words on the paper.
A second too late, Rose noticed, too, her cheeks heating as she looked up at him. He dropped the paper, twining their fingers together instead, and tugged her close, placing his other hand against her neck.
“I will give you all the time you need, Rose, but please don’t be afraid to come to me. If you need a shoulder to cry on. If you need anything at all.”
At his words, her eyes filled with tears and he moved his hand from her neck to her cheek, wiping one away as he dipped his head down and placed a soft, dry kiss against her lips. When he broke away, he untangled their fingers, too, and turned towards the door, leaving the paper on the floor.
He turned around, hand on the door. “Yes?”
“I’d… I’d like you to stay.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Of course.”
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Pete’s World: Family | Teen
They find a beach. A new beach. One free from painful memories, one where they can make new memories, together. He shifts the little box around in his pocket nervously. The knee of his jeans is soaked-through by the wet sand, but he couldn’t care less, because she’s promised her forever to be their forever.
He’s beaming and all she can manage is a grin and a “shut up” before tugging him down, lips are crashing into hers. Similar to the first time she kissed this new him, but this time there is significantly more sand in various items of clothing, and a hell of a lot more tongue.
He finds Pete’s World’s version of the Instagram app just before the honeymoon. He catches her off guard when he staggers back from the loo with just his phone. She allows him that shot before snatching the phone from his hands and commencing her own thorough documentation. She finds two new spots that make him buck.
Their first Vitex party as Mr. and Mrs. Tyler goes a lot better than they expected. When Jackie said she was going to “handle everything” they got a bit worried. They planned their own wedding, small and private, but agreed to let Jackie have all the official events. Thankfully, she hand-picked the press in attendance, scheduled everything to a tee, and limited the nearly endless stream of “congratulations” from people they didn’t even know. The Torchwood-only after-party was much more their speed.
Fall was when they slowly stopped using condoms. Well, to be honest, they had slowly stopped using condoms on their honeymoon, but fall was when the last box ran out and they decided to not buy another one. It didn’t take long, though. They both had a feeling, but to have it confirmed, was the best surprise of their life.
She catches him again in the baby’s room. The nap was apparently not going well, but the look on both of their faces was enough to make Rose’s heart feel like it was going to leap right out of her chest. “She’s so tiny, Rose.” The little girl in her crib was as enamored by her father as her mum was and loved wrapping her little hand around his finger.
They savor the quiet moments together while the baby naps, too exhausted to do much else than try and take a nap themselves. The baby cries twenty minutes later. The Doctor tucks Rose into bed with a kiss. She was up all night with her. He has this shift.
They build up quite a collection of trainers; black ones, grey ones, purple ones, maroon ones, and just as they were solidly buying toddler ones, they needed a new pair of baby ones. Can’t have a new Tyler without a pair of trainers.
Summary: This is an AU of the movie ‘The Scarlet Pimpernel.’ It is Paris, France, in the year 1793, and everyone has a secret.
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler
Final Word Count: 41,796
A/N: It Is Finished!
Here there be consensual smut.
Thank you to all of you who read and reblogged and left kind comments or tags.
And a very special thanks goes to kelkat9 without whom this fic would probably have never seen the light of your computer screens & whoinwhoville whose enthusiasm helped me get over some of the rougher hurdles in this story.
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When Rose and John made it back to the Noble mansion it was late the following evening. They had dropped off Louis to a transplanted French couple who John promised would raise him properly, teaching him to respect his French heritage while also protecting him from anyone who would come looking for him. Watching John interact with Louis had stirred something inside of Rose that she had never really thought about before. He was so good with the boy, taking the time to explain things carefully, to listen to what he had to say, and to teach him new ideas.