Doctor Who Secret Santa 2013 Fanfiction Masterlist

Four/Rose

Nine/Rose

AU Nine/Rose

Ten/Rose, TenToo/Rose

AU Ten (John Smith)/Rose

Eleven/Clara

Eleven/River

Eleven/Rose

Twelve/Rose

Multi!Doctor/Rose

Amy/Rory

Donna/Lee

Making the Naughty List

Pairing: Twelve x Rose Rating: Explicit Series: As It Should Be

written for @dwsecretsanta for @serindipitysays (I am so sorry for it’s lateness!!)

tagging: @doctorroseprompts for the 31 Days of Christmas prompts: workshop, gingerbread, naughty and/or nice, santa and/or elves, mistletoe, friends, family, celebrate

Read at AO3 or TS

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Rose breathed in the steam wafting from her mug before taking a sip of her tea in an attempt to chase away the fog of sleep. The soft material of her pajamas slid across the skin of her legs and almost tempted her to turn around and go back to bed. She’d barely made a sound as she padded into the console room, but the Doctor lifted his head from the mess of wires that comprised his latest project and homed in on her.

“Rose!” He jumped up from his seat and ran over to his wife. After kissing her on the cheek, his eyes took in what she was wearing and his forehead wrinkled. “Why so many layers?

Rose glanced down at the cotton flannel pajamas, heavy socks, and thick robe she had on. She stepped into the Doctor’s personal space and ran her finger down his chest. “Don’t think I wasn’t gonna surprise you with my new Christmas teddy…” Rose leaned back and directed the rest of her comment toward the ceiling, “but it was bloody freezing this morning.”

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Flour Power

My @dwsecretsanta submission, for @countessselena! Thank you for the fun prompt; hope you enjoy!!

(AO3)

Rose was just settling into her deep, plush sofa with a glass of wine and a book after a long day of work at the bakery whose kitchen she ran when a knock sounded at her flat door, accompanied by a panicked male voice.

“Rose? Are you home?!”

Rose raised an eyebrow. Usually her neighbor, John, waltzed right in with never so much as a “by your leave.” In the year since she’d moved in next door to him, she’d gotten used to him appearing in her living room, brown eyes sparkling, long arms gesticulating, as he enthusiastically expounded on some random topic as though it were something they’d been discussing together for ages, rather than the first she’d heard of it. At one point, he’d woken her up mid-nap on her sofa by launching into an exuberant lecture on the soporific properties of bananas, and he’d only escaped without bruises because the only weapon she’d had to hand to chase him out of her home with was a rather fluffy throw pillow.

John was a scientist of some sort — Rose wasn’t entirely sure what kind, because any time she’d asked she’d gotten some sort of prosaic answer such as “of the universe, Rose Tyler!” He lived up to the mad scientist stereotype extremely well, with his hair sticking up in every direction, his manic energy, his genius when it came to complex concepts, and his inability to remember more mundane things such as that not everyone rarely slept and didn’t believe in personal space.

If Rose were honest with herself, aside from the occasional unexpected wake up call, she didn’t mind his habit of wandering into her home in the least. In the time since their first encounter — when he had still expected to find his last neighbor, Sarah Jane, and had been taken aback to walk into a stranger’s living room — she’d come to find the habit somewhat charming. If she were being REALLY honest with herself, she would admit that the charm was at least partially due to her neighbor being an extremely attractive man who always seemed delighted by her company and whom she had quickly fallen more than half in love with… but that level of honesty wasn’t one Rose was particularly comfortable with.

So, Rose and John were friends, and if he tended to forget that his flat and her flat were, in fact, two separate dwellings… well, she wasn’t going to correct him. Living alone could get quite lonely, although she’d never admit that to her mother (who still wanted her to move back home), and she always felt more relaxed when he was around, despite his tendency to never sit still. And if sometimes his impromptu drop-ins turned into hours spent together chatting and laughing and casually-but-not-casually finding excuses to touch, well, that was just how neighbors were, right? And, okay, if OCCASIONALLY they ended up curled up on the sofa together watching a film until one of them drifted off to sleep, it was obviously just NEIGHBORLY cuddling. That was just how they were. Comfortable. Close. Friends.

All of this was to say that John announcing himself from the corridor was an entirely new experience.

“Yeah, I’m here!” she called in mildly concerned answer. “Is everything okay? It’s fine if you come in!”

There was a pause from the hall. Then, in a somewhat sheepish voice, she heard, “I really can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“I… well… could you just come here please? I need your help.”

Curiosity piqued, Rose unfolded herself from the sofa and set her wine on the coffee table before heading to the door. When she opened it, her jaw dropped in shock before she burst into giggles at the sight before her.

Standing in the doorway was John, with the front half of him covered head to toe in what looked like baking flour. It dusted his spiky hair, clung to the front of his oxford and trousers, and coated his face entirely — apart from the rectangular silhouettes around his eyes, where presumably his spectacles had saved him from the worst of whatever had happened. The embarrassed look on his face turned quickly to a pout at Rose collapsed against the doorframe in laughter, her hand failing to cover her grin as she fought back hysterical tears.

“It’s not THAT funny,” he muttered peevishly.

“Oh my god, I…” Rose gasped for breath, trying to get herself under control, “I’m so sorry, John. But what did you DO?!”

John ran a hand through his hair, a frequent nervous habit of his, and then wrinkled his nose and attempted to wipe the flour he’d unintentionally collected onto his pants. This didn’t so much remove the flour from his palm as smear it into the brown pinstriped fabric, leaving a streak like a badly-cleaned chalkboard.

“Oh my god stop, you’re making it worse!” Rose choked, trying to bite back another fit of giggles.

“I had a little baking accident,” John admitted.

“You don’t say!” Rose chortled. “Why were you trying to bake? No offense, but you’re a disaster in the kitchen.”

“Oi! I am not!” John retorted indignantly. Raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms over her chest, Rose skimmed her eyes up and down his floury frame. “…okay fine, perhaps things don’t always go one hundred percent according to plan,” John allowed with a grimace. “But it’s Donna’s birthday tonight and I was trying to make her a cake.”

Rose felt her heart melt a little. Donna was John’s older sister, and they were quite close. Rose was touched that he’d wanted to make her a personalized cake, even if the effort had obviously gone rather badly awry.

“Alright, get in here,” she said with a sigh.

“But…” John objected.

“It’s fine, just come right inside the door. I don’t want to know what appliance you got into a row with to have cake-making end like this, but lucky for you, I do know a trick or two for cleaning up this type of mess. Hazards of the trade, you know,” she grinned at him, tongue between her teeth, as she backed out of the doorway. John returned her grin and followed her into the entryway, stepping cautiously so as not to leave a trail of flour behind him.

“Thought you might. Brilliant, you are,” he told her as he closed the door carefully behind himself.

“I know. Now don’t move, I’m going to grab the Hoover.”

“The… Rose Tyler, are you going to HOOVER me?!”

Rose paused as she rummaged in a closet for her handheld vacuum, glanced back over her shoulder at him and smirked. “I’m not going to touch that one, thanks.” John’s jaw dropped and she could see his ears turning pink beneath their snowy coating.

“I didn’t… um… that is to say…” Rose laughed as she retrieved the vacuum and a flannel and headed back toward her neighbor.

“Relax, John, it’s fine. But yeah, this is the best way to get the flour off without making a bigger mess; if you try to wash it, it will all just turn to paste. First, though, let’s get as much of this off your hair and face as we can; otherwise it will just get back on your clothes after we’ve cleaned them.”

“You’re the boss!” John grinned, having bounced back from his accidental innuendo with aplomb. Rose rolled her eyes.

“Bend forward so that your hair is over the floor,” she instructed. Dutifully, John bowed. Trying to ignore the flutterings in her stomach at what she was about to do, Rose stepped forward and sank her fingers into his hair, ruffling it to loosen the fine powder from the disheveled strands. A shiver ran down John’s back as her fingers grazed his scalp, and Rose paused. “Sorry, ‘s this okay?” she asked, biting her lip.

“Yeah, of course,” John responded quickly, his voice a little higher than usual. “Carry on!” Hesitantly, Rose returned to her ministrations, shaking the majority of the flour from his hair until it was closer to its usual rich brown.

“Okay, now stand up and close your eyes,” Rose directed. Obediently, John straightened up. Rose picked the flannel up from where she’d set it on her countertop and brought it to John’s face. She could see his Adam’s apple bob as she began to gently brush the white powder from his skin, taking care to keep it away from his eyes as she swiped carefully at his forehead, nose, and cheeks. Rose tried to stay detached as she revealed each bit of his freckled skin, but she couldn’t help but be affected by standing this close to him. The way his eyelashes brushed his cheek, the strong line of his usually animated eyebrows, the faint stubble on his chin, the pout of his lower lip… Rose’s breath hitched slightly as she fought the urge to lean in and catch that lip with her own. Damn him for looking so tempting even when he was a disaster! His own shallow breaths seemed slightly shaky as well, however, hinting to Rose that she might not be the only one affected by the odd intimacy of this endeavor. Shaking her head to clear it, Rose stepped back and cleared her throat. John opened his eyes, looking slightly dazed.

“Right, okay, onto the suit. Now, hold your arms straight out and hold still!” Rose announced brightly. John raised his arms, albeit somewhat trepidatiously, and stood stiffly, as though he expected to be attacked. Rose flicked on the small, handheld vacuum and moved forward. “Here we go!” she announced.

At the first contact of the end of the hose with his shoulder, John giggled. “Oh, that’s BIZARRE!” he announced gleefully. “Never had my clothes hoovered before, what an odd sensation!” Rose laughed.

“Yeah well, it’d probably feel less weird if you weren’t wearin’ ‘em, but having them on your body gives enough resistance that the fabric doesn’t all just get sucked in and clog it up.” She was careful in her phrasing, making sure it didn’t sound like she was suggesting he kit off in her doorway. She was having enough trouble with this project without dropping more suggestive comments into the conversation. As it was, things were starting to get questionable. She’d vacuumed the flour off of his arms and shoulders, and was now moving down his chest toward his stomach. As she changed direction and ran the slim tube up and down his lithe torso, Rose fought to keep her eyes on her work, not wanting to see what expression went with the changes she sensed in John’s breathing. As she reached the waistband of his trousers she pulled back. The thought of what it would be like to keep going, to run the vacuum carefully down the fly of his trousers and see how he reacted, brought a burning blush to her face.

“Right, I uh… I think you can get it from here,” she announced, shoving the appliance at her friend.

“Yes, thanks, yes, that seems fair,” John answered rapidly, and she knew that he, too, had been aware of just how FRIENDLY things would have seemed had she continued to work her way downward. Rose stepped behind the counter into the kitchen area of her flat’s main room while John ran the vacuum swiftly up and down his long legs.

“Now, what kind of cake were you trying to make for Donna?” she asked, beginning to pull basic baking supplies like flour, sugar, eggs, and oil from her cabinets and refrigerator.

“Chocolate raspberry,” he answered absently, before glancing up and realizing what she was doing. “Oh, but you don’t need to…” he objected.

“Hush, I’m happy to help. I bake because I love it. Besides, from the look of you, I don’t believe for a second that you have any flour left at your own place!”

“True,” he allowed on a sigh, sucking the last few streaks of flour from his trainers and switching the vacuum off. “I do have chocolate and raspberries at the ready, though. I could go grab them and maybe we could make the cake together? Team effort?”

“Perfect,” Rose agreed. James came toward her, handing the vacuum off. Their fingers brushed, and they both paused. Rose bit her lip, looking up at him. His eyes met hers, warm, but uncertain. Reaching up, she used her thumb to wipe a lingering streak of flour from his temple. His eyes drifted closed and he let out what seemed to be an involuntary hum of contentment. Suddenly, Rose had an epiphany. Throughout this whole process, he’d been reacting to her, just as she’d been reacting to him. It was obvious that they were both interested in each other. Hell, everyone had been telling her so for months, but she’d refused to believe them. It seemed silly in retrospect; there was obviously something here. So why was she so scared to do anything about it? Before she could psych herself out of it, Rose lifted on her toes and pressed her lips lightly against his, pulling back almost immediately. When she looked back up at him, his eyes were wide with surprise. She coughed. “Missed a spot,” she hedged. At her awkwardness, his face broke slowly into a toothy grin, eyes twinkling. She glowered. “Shut up!” He grinned wider. Rose blushed to the roots of her hair and turned to hide her face.

“I should have baking accidents more often,” John mused cheekily from behind her. Rose turned back and smacked him lightly on the arm, and he caught her hand and entwined his fingers with hers, meeting her eyes, letting the sincerity of how he was feeling show in his expression. Then, he slid his other hand into her hair, pulling her back toward him for another kiss. As their mouths moved softly against one another, tongues lightly meeting in a dance that felt as natural as breathing, Rose couldn’t help but agree.

Closer Still

Rose shivered and pulled the Doctor’s coat tighter around herself. Cold. It was so cold. The feeling had long seeped into her bones, making her feet numb and her face sting. Against the snow storm raging outside, even her full winter attire from the depths of the wardrobe room was useless. The cleft at the side of the mountain she was crouching in shielded her from the wind, at least for the moment, but the cold was still merciless. Rose wrapped her arms around her knees. Her teeth were chattering. With worry, she looked back into the storm outside. The wind howled, swirling snow through the air. All she could see was white.

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All I Want For Christmas Is You (Naked) - Epilogue

Everything ends, and it’s always sad. But everything begins again too, and that’s… always happy.

Well, friends, our smut-tastic journey has reached it’s end.  Thanks so much for sticking with me!  @chiaroscuroverse​, I hope you were satisfied ;) with your @dwsecretsanta​ present!  I had so much fun writing this for you - it was definitely a (good) challenge!  

For more info about what comes AFTER this, stay until after the credits :D

Much thanks to @stupidsatsuma​ for all your help, friend.  I couldn’t have done it without you, and I’m so glad you answered my begging!

@doctorroseprompts​ for fake relationship, @timepetalscollective​ for, er, mentions of the leather jacket.

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“Bye, Mum,” Rose hugged Jackie.  They’d finally made it to the 27th and the Powell Estate, and it was time to say goodbye in front of the TARDIS.  The Doctor had disappeared inside the ship with their bag as soon as he could, and Rose suspected not even an adventure could drag him out for several days.

“Oh, do you have to go already?”  Jackie fussed, brushing Rose’s hair out of her face.  “You could stay, help me help Mo plan the weddin’ and all.”

“Mum,” Rose sighed.  “Come on.”

“What?” her mother protested.  “Maybe you’ll meet one of Algy’s rich friends, find someone to settle down with?”

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All I Want For Christmas Is You (Naked) - Chapter 12

For @chiaroscuroverse for @dwsecretsanta!  Finally chapter (technically) but there’s an epilogue that’ll be up on Wednesday (and quite frankly will be the longest part of the whole story.  Oh well.)

@timepetalscollective - bingo - Eccleston intense gaze

@doctorroseprompts - bedsharing/fake relationship.

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Masterlist

Beta’d by the wonderful @stupidsatsuma

Hopefully this makes up for the last chapter… ;)

Eventually, Rose pulled herself together and headed for the powder room, doing her best to destroy the evidence of tears.  Going back to the drawing room, she put on a cheerful smile before she walked through the door.

“Rose!  There you are,” Mo exclaimed from where she and Jackie were bent over a table.  “Come help, we’re trying to start making decisions for the wedding!”

Taking a shaky breath, Rose put her own situation firmly out of mind and settled down to help.

“Where’s the Doctor?”  Jackie asked, eyes narrowing at her daughter.

“He’s… the Doctor,” she ultimately shrugged, and the look on her face must have convinced the two women to leave the subject alone.

“Right,” Mo said brusquely, “first thing’s the date.  I’m thinking June – thoughts?”

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All I Want For Christmas Is You (Naked) - Chapter 11

For @chiaroscuroverse for @dwsecretsanta!   We’re moving along again - Chapter 12 will be up Monday, and the Epilogue on Wednesday.

@timepetalscollective - bingo - Eccleston naked, sexy lounging.

@doctorroseprompts - bedsharing/fake relationship.

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Masterlist

Beta’d by the wonderful @stupidsatsuma, who I think I keep forgetting to tag!  (Sorry, dear!)

Christmas morning, Rose drifted awake to the feel of eyes watching her.

“‘S creepy when you do that,” she mumbled sleepily, snuggling closer to her lover.

“Sorry,” he murmured back, brushing a stray clump of hair from her face.  “Like watching you sleep.  So quiet, and peaceful.  And no chance of you wandering off.”

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Rhapsody in Blue

So my ideas for this were literally ‘Rose Tyler in a dumpster’, ‘Punch Nazis’, and ‘9 and Sarah’. Like that’s where my brain went after reading the prompt, and honestly, it was that or the marching band AU (which I’m probably gonna write too because why not. All the things for the new year). So @cherazor I hope you like your @dwsecretsanta   gift. It’s not particularly shippy, but I had fun with it. So here it is, what my Birds of Prey and Star Wars obsessed brain presented me with (yes its an AU, why is anyone surprised), sorry its late and, Happy New Year (is literally posting this with half an hour left to 2018 in my time zone)

There’s something decidedly slimy working its way through her clothes and into her shoes, and it’s probably best not to think about that because the smell alone is making her want to hurl. If it were a trash compactor, at least the threat of imminent death would ward off the scent, but no, its a regular dumpster. A restaurant dumpster to be specific, and those are a special kind of hell regardless of what part of the galaxy you’re in. So the smell it is because the slime does not bear thinking about, only that she must get out of this dumpster and wash it off as soon as possible.

“Damn it Rose how do you get yourself into this shit?”

This sort of thing always looks cooler in the holos, she’d bet the stunt people don’t have to deal with the odor that comes from mixing every disgusting odor known to whatever your species is. Plus all the other universal mysteries a garbage dumpster may contain; something could probably die in one and no one would notice. With an undignified and completely disgusted groan, she leverages herself up into a sitting position and mutters some choice curses in the first language she can think of.

“If there’s anyone to blame Rose, it’s the Doctor. He does have a tendency of leading you into the oddest situations, however indirectly.” Sarah Jane’s voice comments before she looks up to see the brunette’s head pop over the edge of the dumpster. And she kind of does have a point, she wouldn’t have had to land in the dumpster if he hadn’t sent her out to “poke around”.

“It was this or a broken leg, I’m startin’ ta rethink my choice.” She deadpans to the older woman. “I could wash for a week an’ the smell wouldn’t go away.” As it is her clothes are probably a total loss unless Sarah Jane or the Doctor know a way of getting rid of horrible smells. They might, she wouldn’t put it past either one.

Sarah Jane nods, nose wrinkling at the smell. “I rather think I preferred the composter…” And she’s gonna have to get the story behind that comment, mostly because the Doctor had made a similar comment recently. But another time, preferably when not covered in dumpster and dealing with the First Order goon squad.

After she climbs out of the dumpster, and they both pick off some of the bits of stuff sticking to her, Sarah Jane passes her a blaster. Taking it, she checks it over as the older woman speaks.

“Mickey’s got us a place nearby, I’m certain you can persuade him to delay the Doctor long enough to clean up.”

“Thought he’d have that covered already, Smith’s sticking together and all that.”

“Yes, well he does need reassurance you’re in one piece, being as he’s your friend and such. Especially as he does have to eventually tell your mother.” Sarah Jane gives her this look and she’d swear that Jackie Tyler had astral projected across the galaxy to make that face at her through Sarah Jane because it is such a MOM face she’s still surprised the older woman doesn’t have a kid.

“I’ll comm him when we get there. As soon as we get there..” Rose corrects, holstering the blaster pistol as she watches Sarah Jane adjust the strap of her blaster rifle. She’s come to realize the older woman is about one of the oddest Mandalorians she’s ever come across, in fact, she’s never seen the woman in armor. Or at least the full kit, she tends to opt for a spacer look with the arm and leg guards from the armor on a situational basis. Right now it seems to be her favored rifle and messenger bag.

“Good, I hope you don’t mind if we…” The statement goes unfinished as they hear an explosion nearby. “Haar'chak kaysh mirsh solus!”

Rose nods, they both know it’s the Doctor. Seems to be a signature of his for some reason. “Yeah, he is. On the bright side, it’s not my job he blew up this time.” She’s never letting that one go, even though she didn’t particularly like the job, but it’s the principle of the thing. “Let’s go see what the damage is, bail him out, and run like hell.” Because of course he’s got to go and draw the attention of everyone in the area, including the people they’d prefer to avoid.

And with no further exchange they’re running off in the direction of the explosion, the Force seems to guide them directly through the carnage to the Doctor, who is grinning like an absolute idiot across the road from the now destroyed building next to some kid and they’re both covered in soot.

Without missing a beat Sarah Jane is yelling “Or’dinii!” and planting herself in front of him, glaring. And there’s a couple of tense moments before she breaks into a grin to match his and then they’re hugging, much to the confusion of the kid, who at best guess is maybe 13 or so.

Rose gives him a wry grin. “Don’t worry kid, s’ just how they are. Mind fillin’ me on how that happened?” She points over her shoulder at the remains of whatever the hell the building was. Probably something industrial, given the neighborhood.

When he just blinks at her and doesn’t respond she figures he’s just in shock until a girl about his age and almost as equally covered in soot comes over. “He’s sort of… new to this. I was exploring the building, which by the way until like just now I thought was abandoned, and came across him in this room with a ton of crazy tech I’ve never seen before, and I think some of it was older than me, Clone Wars old and… I dunno what he is, but he’s kind of brand new to life, and after I found him I came across the guy your friend is arguing with and he sort of, dragged us out of the building after wrecking the equipment and then it blew up.”

Okay, clearly she’s in shock and the boy doesn’t really know what he should be, but she’s still gonna go with he’s a little in shock about all this. Also, the girl is about half right, Sarah Jane and the Doctor aren’t so much arguing as they are bantering in a language she can about half decipher and that the girl clearly doesn’t know.

“Why do you smell bad?” And now the boy speaks, jeeze he’s really blunt as hell. But then, if there’s anything she’s getting out of the girl’s rambling explanation it’s that he literally doesn’t have life experience. “Fell into a dumpster. What’re your names? What’dya go by?” She adds as an explanation to him. “I’m Rose.”

“Maria.”

“I don’t have a name.” Well then. She blinks, then shares a look with Maria. She’s seriously sympathizing with the kid right now because that is so messed up. Just as she turns back to the boy to respond, the Doctor speaks up.

“Oi Tyler, grab the kids, we gotta go.” Rose snaps her head up to see Sarah Jane aiming her rifle down the road and the Doctor reaching for the blaster he stole off Jack ages ago, then turns to see a small squad of First Order troopers making their way towards them.

“My dad…” Maria breathes out even as she grabs the boy to get him to move, and Rose has to admit she’s damn brave for having not run off in what will undoubtedly turn into a firefight.

“Doctor, Rose, go. I’ve got the kids.” Sarah Jane orders, and yeah it probably makes sense that she takes the kids with her and gets Maria’s dad, she’s got her own ship and they’re not particularly after a spacer with two kids. She’s simply less wanted by the First Order than he is, and if she peels off from them identifying her becomes that much harder. “Can’t leave me on bloody Aberdeen that way.”

“Wer’cuy Sarah!”

“On your life ner burc’ya.”

“Ret’urcye mhi ramikadyc. Stay safe, listen to Sarah kids.”

As Sarah Jane moves away, both kids following, Rose brings her loaned blaster to bear on the First Order and the last she hears of them is “Please call me Sarah Jane.” “But…”

She looks over at the Doctor and grins at him, absently noting that she’s going to be hearing about the damage to his leather jacket for days, asking. “So what’s the plan?”

He’s silent for too long. “You do have a plan right?”

He looks at her and grimaces. “I have twelve percent of a plan. And a sandwich.”

“The sandwich is irrelevant at this point, unless you’re gonna throw it at the First Order.” There’s a beat of silence. “You were gonna throw it at the First Order.”

“It was the sandwich or the banana, but I realized that would be idiotic and I already gave the banana to the unnamed boy. Hope Sarah sorts that out…”

“She will, but First Order coming up fast.”

“Charge ‘em.”

“What?!” But he’s already sprinting towards them and actually tackles one of the troopers to the ground, presumably the squad commander because he has an odd knowledge of their chain of command that she can never keep straight. Mostly because their armor really doesn’t employ specific notation of rank, which is really rude because if you’re going to be taking down fodder it’s nice to know how high ranking they were, like ‘Took down this Lieutenant, he was a better shot than the others’.

And you know, that bronze was a while ago, but she feels a bit like one of those holo heroes as she leaps into the air and kicks one of the goons in the chest. Not the Force-powered ones though, one of those normal I don’t have any abilities outside my natural one’s types.

So when the guy she landed on starts yelling about superiority and racial purity and that nonsense, it feels really good when she rolls her eyes at him and punches him in the face that the knocked off bucket exposes. “Mate, you might call a lot of people scum, but from where I am you’re the worst sort of scum. Your lot lives to breed hate, we don’t need that, cause hate only breeds more hate. So call me names all ya like, but I’m proud ta be rebel scum.”

All I Want for Christmas is You (Naked) - Chapter 9

For @chiaroscuroverse for @dwsecretsanta!

@timepetalsprompts - bingo - wearing another regeneration’s outfit (9 in 8′s).

@doctorroseprompts - bedsharing/fake relationship

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Beta’d by the wonderful @stupidsatsuma, who I think I keep forgetting to tag!  (Sorry, dear!)

Standing in a dark corner of the ballroom, the Doctor scowled at the happy couples in front of him.  Rose had insisted he dress and go down to the masque on his own, and he’d begrudgingly agreed.  It was now an hour later, and he was miserable and lonely.

The worst part was, the TARDIS had obviously known this was going to happen.  Rose had mentioned the ship had had an overnight bag ready for them, and it wasn’t until he dug through and found his eighth self’s preferred Victorian outfit that he understood why.  Pulling at the neck once again, he wondered how he’d ever tolerated such a ridiculous outfit.

Before he could venture down that path of misery, the atmosphere in the room changed and he looked up towards the door, only for his mouth to drop open.

It was Rose.

It was Rose, and she was wearing the dress.

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All I Want for Christmas is You (Naked) - Chapter 8

For @chiaroscuroverse for @dwsecretsanta!

@timepetalsprompts - bingo - Eccleston nudity, lounging

@doctorroseprompts - bedsharing/fake relationship

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Beta’d by the wonderful @stupidsatsuma, who I think I keep forgetting to tag!

Stepping out of the bathroom still toweling her hair dry, Rose froze in surprise.  The fireplace was steadily crackling away as always, a heavy rug on the floor in front.

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All I Want for Christmas is You (Naked) - Chapter 7

For @chiaroscuroverse for @dwsecretsanta!

@timepetalsprompts - bingo - Eccleston nudity, eggnog

@doctorroseprompts - bedsharing/fake relationship

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After a hot lunch, the fivesome gathered in the family room to begin decorating the tree.

Mo passed around mugs of spiked eggnog as she explained, “so, the staff’s already decorated the rest of the house obviously, but I thought it’d be fun to decorate the tree together! While we women decide on decorations, why don’t you boys start on stringing the lights?”

Rose looked over at the Doctor, who was already staring at her, begging with his eyes.  “Actually, Mo, can I make a suggestion?”  When her cousin nodded, she took a deep breath. “The Doctor’s actually a huge Dickens nerd, absolutely loves it.  He’s been promising me a dramatic reading of A Christmas Carol – maybe he could do it while we’re decorating?”

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All I Want for Christmas is You (Naked) - Chapter 6

For @chiaroscuroverse for @dwsecretsanta!

@timepetalsprompts - bingo - Eccleston nudity

@doctorroseprompts - bedsharing/fake relationship

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The next morning dawned bright and early, and Rose was awoken by her mother pounding on the door.  Shuffling up and into the shower, Rose and the Doctor, back in his trademark jeans and jumper, joined the others for a full English.

Once everyone was seated Algy announced, “If any of you would be so inclined, I could have the horses hitched to the sleigh for a ride through the property.  With last night’s snow, it should be rather spectacular.”

Mo instantly made a face.  “Oh, darling, that sounds lovely but it’s absolutely freezing outside.  Perhaps another time.”  Jackie nodded in agreement, shivering at just the suggestion.

Rose looked at the Doctor with a raised eyebrow, trying to keep the hope off her face.  “What about you?”

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All I Want for Christmas is You (Naked) - Chapter 5

Another smut-tastic chapter for @chiaroscuroverse​ for @dwsecretsanta​.

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@doctorroseprompts​ for bedsharing/fake relationship

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Rose stood in front of the closet, staring at her clothes in despair.  She had no idea what would be an appropriate outfit for dinner, and she was beginning to run out of time.

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All I Want for Christmas is You (Naked) - Chapter 4

Today, the Doctor and the Tylers arrive at the house where they’ll be for the Christmas holidays.

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@timepetalsprompts - Eccleston bingo - hand porn

@doctorroseprompts​ because the whole fic’s going to be a bedsharing/fake relationship Doctor/Rose catastrophe™

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The next morning, Rose startled awake to the sound of her mother pounding on her door, calling her name.

“Get up! The car’ll be here in an hour.”

“Ugh.” Rose flopped back onto the mattress, unsurprised to find she was alone. 

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