Been Here Before. Doctor Who: Alt!Ten/Rose, PG.
He can't help feeling it. She can't help feeling baffled. Jealousy, for then_theres_us.
She was staring at him. Really staring at him, like his fingers were stuck in the toaster (again) or he was covered in detergent (…again) or had broke something. (Again).
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Lost and Found (Small Deaths Remix). Doctor Who: Martha, Donna, Ten/Rose, Pg-13.
They've both seen the mark of her in different rooms, proof that the memory of her, like a ghost, still remains; but now they see how her things affect him.
The silence of the room is not friendly, but neither is it uncomfortable; it almost seems sad, and she wonders, a little, how she got to the point where even the absence of something could be touched with tragedy. A remix of hippiebanana132's Lost and Found, for chips_remixed.
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Songs Your Mother Never Sang You. Doctor Who: Ten/Rose, Pg-13.
But the truth of it is: you will never hear your heels click— only the ticking of a clock.
Sometimes you dream in black and white. You never used to, before, but now soft grays color your mother's face, and sometimes she will sing songs that you have never heard before, but you will feel like you should have remembered them somehow. Fairytales, for then_theres_us.
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Bless the Weather. Doctor Who: Ten/Rose, Pg-13.
Time has never been a straight line for Rose Tyler. It should have figured that dimensions wouldn't be either. Pre- and Post-Series 4, all at the same time. Summer, for then_theres_us.
The field below is dry and crackling, shadowed by the impending sound of lightning, and even as she shifts uncomfortably with impatience, she can hear the grass crunching against the whisper of a breeze further down from where she's standing. She breathes in deeply, calmly, tasting the changing pressure, feeling fine strands of her hair rising with static.
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Once upon a time, I wrote Castles. It was short, and sad, and dealt with the death of Rose. And then I wrote the sequel - about how the Doctor dealt with it. It was considerably longer, and in two parts. I posted the first part. And then I went to college and got a Mac and never posted the second part. My Mac, at the moment, is quite dead, so in my PC wanderings I stumbled across it, really and truly finished it, and am now posting it in its entirety.

Grey (You Always Loved Those Fading Skylines). Doctor Who: Ten/Rose, Pg-13.
It’s silly, he knows, and entirely unhealthy to be doing this. Carrying on conversation like she’ll respond, but is maybe busy thinking of something clever to say, with fingers pulling against her lips as she waits for the perfect comeback.

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Heart and Lungs. Sookie Stackhouse series: Eric/Sookie, PG.
Her breath is hot, stays caught in the air like a fly in amber. Summer has arrived, its heavy air a seasonal voodoo, humid and inescapable.
Written before Dead and Gone, so its not in canon. This is just a little vignette type thing to help me get over my rusty writing.

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Another Step Toward the Lux Aeterna. Twilight: Edward/Bella, Pg-13.
Electricity, for twilightprompts.
He watches her dream, and he can recall the days of his life when he was not unusual, electric. When he did not burn with something close to fire.
Bizarre AU-missing-scene-thing.
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a dirge before morning. twilight: edward/bella, r.
She thinks she will remember the shift of feeling inside of her, always know exactly when her life became something brighter, but the truth of it is that it happened long before then. How she met him on the other side of death.
A telling of Breaking Dawn in prose. No real spoilers.
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orchestral maneuvers in the dark. doctor who: alt!ten/rose, pg-13.
He is hopeless with things like curtains and working the dishwasher, but hopes she doesn’t mind, hopes she remembers that he cannot forget what he knew, still knows, the names of people and places and how to calculate the exact velocity of a mug she might or might not throw at him for saying something about her mother.
excerpts of the life they're rewriting. spoilers for journey's end.
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nightly cares. sookie stackhouse series; eric/sookie, pg. Looking up, the drops seemed like elaborate constellations, painting themselves quickly upon the atmosphere with a glisten before gravity pulled them down and away, a new one ready to take it’s place. spoilers: from dead to worse.
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I never "officially" posted these, so to counteract the pure angst of my last post, here's some crack adventures of Ten, Rose, and the Master occasionally bumping into the Winchester brothers. They probably shouldn't be taken too seriously.

the day just keeps getting longer. doctor who/supernatural; sam, dean, ten/rose, the master, pg-13. Sam sometimes wonders if people ever have dreams as weird as his life actually is. It is nearing sundown and he has already stabbed a possessed gnome, exorcised a demon, been punched in the ear, and is currently watching a blue box fade in and out of existence.
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the continued adventures. doctor who/supernatural; sam, dean, ten/rose, the master, pg-13. They're running from a giant, nine-legged cross between a wildebeest and a tortoise. Fuck, Dean thinks. What is it with these people?
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once more. doctor who/supernatural with a buffy reference; sam, dean, ten/rose, the master, pg-13. Dean drops unceremoniously into a chair beside him and says, "So that was pretty fucking weird."
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Inspired by beautiful people like orange_crushed and araceli_maura. Also, caffeine.

how we fold. doctor who; ten/rose, pg-13. The weather today is partly cloudy, with uncertainties forming easily due to a westward wind. (au post-reunion).
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undone. doctor who; ten/rose, pg. for lieutenants. Sunlight will break slowly against the glass windows of her life, gold seeping through the rooms of her heart, gradually gilding all she will glean from the minutes which ripple softly against her skin. spoilers for series 4.
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assorted greens: two doctors and an anesthetist. doctor who/green wing; fifth doctor, peri, caroline, guy. pg. crackish. for lieutenants + 2am conversations. . “Well,” he says carefully, “I can’t imagine why the TARDIS would bring us here.”
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how to cheer a species which, by many, is known to be non-existent (or: why rose tyler is, in fact, fantastic). doctor who: nine/rose, pg. slippers, for spybarbie! Rose had long ago accepted the fact that the universe was a bizarre and mysterious place, if it was even a place and not some sort of hilarious cosmic joke.
a/n: because, despite popular belief, i don't only write angsty prose.
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the journey-work of stars. doctor who; ten/rose, pg. partly cloudy, for takethewords ♥. She feels like an unknown dirge, a multipart symphony in patience and distance unbroken by the clawing sensation of unjustness which calmly and constantly exists in her throat.
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Trying to get back into writing, so you can leave more requests here. I really want to get through all of them.

one was destroyed. battlestar galactica: lee/kara, pg-13. dark, for colorbox ♥. Something clever could be on the tip of your tongue, so you carefully run it over your teeth, feeling the even divisions and imagining the damage you could do.
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there is a number of small things. twilight: edward/bella, pg. snapshot, for twilightprompts. His grin is inescapable, contagious, overwhelming, and for a long time she can’t breathe.
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Safely back at college and already jittery at the prospect of so many projects! My first try at something other than new!Who, so feedback is awesome. (You can find the, uh, drabble fic request post here.)
silverbells. doctor who: four/sarah-jane, pg. dialects, for lieutenants.
( She tries not to think about the flowers that weren’t ready to unfurl. )

Ha-ha! I finally, finally, made a new layout for Velut-Luna after.. a year. It's simple, but I like it. And now: drabbles fic.

a hush, distilled. heroes; peter/claire, pg-13. Mamihlapinatapai, for topofthepiano. spoilers for the finale.
( It happens at the wake. )



carbon monoxide. doctor who; ten, jack, pg-13. red. for lieutenants.
( Time sometimes flows backwards between your mouths )