Rose/Loki; In Which Loki Wants Rose To Stay

burnupasun:

Rose/Loki; In Which Loki Wants Rose To Stay

They are sitting on her couch together, Rose with her foot tucked under herself and breathing in the strength of English tea. He is curled up on the corner, stiff and unmoving. Her tears are threatening to spill over.

“It is just that… Rose, what if you cannot return to him, what then?” he says quietly.

“Then I will die trying,” she says slamming her mug down on the coffee table. A wave of hot tea splashes onto the wood. She stands and stares at him, but he refuses to look. She storms off to her room, slamming the door shut.

Loki bows his head, feeling the creases between his brows grow permanent. His knuckles grow white as he clasps his hands together, the coldness seeping through and from them.

And he wonders bitterly if when she touches his hands, she remembers the coolness of the Doctor’s.

gallifreyanchips:

Rose/Loki: untitled angst

He finds her on the small balcony, gazing up at the stars. Her back to him, she’s leaning against her massive telescope, one she’s invested a lot in, though he still thinks it’s nothing to boast about.

He can feel it, sense her emotion in the air. Her shoulders are hunched forward, her legs are tucked beneath her. She’s tracing shapes with her free hand on the balcony floor beside her.

He doesn’t have to see her face to know she’s been crying. 

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accio-badw0lf:

omg Rose/Loki is like Rose/Nine because she trying to stop him from causing genocide every other day.

(Source: 08just-an-echo80)

Tell Me a Story

kaleigh-marie:

Oops, I accidentally Roski.

So to my friends that know me in real life, just scroll pass this. But everyone else, enjoy the read :)

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myvintagelove:

It’s the early evening when she comes back home from one of Pete’s parties at the Vitex offices and all she wants is to fall on her bed and sleep until the next morning. She hates those parties, hates those people and, above all, hates that she has to smile and act like a perfect daughter when she could be working on the canon. But she does as she’s asked anyway, to please Pete and to please her mum.

She directly goes to the bathroom, to get rid of this awful pink dress and to remove her makeup. Out of exhaustion, she forgets she’s no longer alone in the tiny flat. Hence her surprise when she opens the door to face… Well, it’s not just the fact that he’s here. It’s mostly what he’s doing that surprises her.

He’s in the bathtub, wearing his leathers boots, a plain white tee-shirt and underpants, not shaved – he refuses too, even if she’s bought him a razor. He has round glasses on his nose, and she knows those belong to Jake. He’s here, with such strange clothes, playing with a bit of water as if it was the most natural thing to do. And maybe it is.

He looks so young, so innocent, just playing like a child, that she almost forgets the darkness in him. She just looks at him and, when he finally notices her, he just starts laughing. A beautiful laugh, a beautiful noise, even if she can’t help but remember another laugh, a manly giggle that sounds like Tigger. And then she realises: it’s the first time she sees him laughing. It’s the first time she sees something that can be a glimpse of happiness.

Maybe it makes her happy too.

You were the first one I loved
You were the first love I lost

(Source: myvintagelove)

Fic Tennis Round One - Certain Dark Things: Shelter From the Storm

somethingtoavenge:

somethingtoavenge:

How Rose Tyler found Loki after the fall, was recruited by SHIELD as the Bad Wolf, and fought the god who loved her (all while finding her way back to the Doctor).

Here it is, as promised, Whovengers/Roski fic tennis by Mari and I!

Format stolen lovingly from Jamie and Allison, the fic tennis queens. And extra thanks to Allison for suggesting this, and creating a monster no one anticipated.

　

burnupasun:

Rose squinted in the violent light. Winter was ending and a small fleet of snow was just beginning to fall, probably the last of the season. She stood at the foot of an empty moor. The wind broke free there, and it tossed her blonde hair around her face. Her eyes studied the land, searching.

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burnupasun:

Rose Tyler, Bad Wolf of Earth. We could tear this universe apart.

She’s stranded in Pete’s World, looking for her Doctor, when he comes to her.

There is a green and gold light, cracking through the sky and shooting down and Rose is sent by Torchwood to investigate.

When she finds him, he is broken. His body is torn, his teeth bloodied and he is bitter—so bitter. He won’t talk to her, won’t answer her questions, and he certainly won’t have her feeling sorry for him. He is a god, after all. He pulls no faces (except for maybe an eyebrow twitch) at the gravity of his injuries. He snaps at her. But eventually he tells her his name.

Loki, he says. Loki Odins— he cuts off, looking confused. She takes him by the arm and he doesn’t pull away. Instead, she can feel his tenseness loosen, just a little.

She takes him home with her. He won’t be an experiment, a curiosity, a plaything to Torchwood. She won’t let that happen. Because Rose has seen many things in this world (and the next) and she knows when she seems someone who is waiting to be fixed, and Loki is one of them.

She doesn’t press for details. They don’t come easily to him. They don’t talk much at all, but Rose watches the way he inspects her “primitive” kitchen appliances and she admires the way he has gone through almost every book she owns. It reminds her of someone she used to know.

Sometimes she sees his eyes glisten, when he sits on the couch, his body stiff and his hands clasped together. She says nothing, but she sits beside him, so he knows he isn’t alone.

One night, just like every night since he arrived, they are watching the stars, silent and hopeful.

“Sometimes,” he says, “I think you are looking for more than just the constellations.”

Rose looks at him and bits her lip. “I fell,” she says. “I shouldn’t be here.”

He cringes. “No,” he says. “There is something about you, Rose Tyler, that makes me believe you have seen the stars up close as I have, and you have found them terrible and glorious, as I have.” He looks at her, “And one day, you will find your way back to them.”

(Source: takethewords)

there's nothing 'only' about being a girl: Prologue

dearlady-disdain:

[He] had a truly brilliant mind, but it was brilliant like a fractured mirror, all marvelous facets and rainbows but, ultimately, also something that was broken.

- Terry Pratchet

“But why does it hurt?”

In her golden omniscience, she saw it all. She saw her precious Doctor changing, a new man with a new face, and she saw his love for her. With a flash, she was on the beach sobbing as he faded away.

Another flash, and he left her again on the same beach; she saw him losing his new companion, the Doctor Donna, and then losing all reason and dying once more.

Flashes of friends dying, Sarah Jane, fierce to the last but killed by a wasting disease, Mickey and Martha Smith on another planet overwhelmed by hostile forces, Donna Noble who never remembered.

Flashes of people she didn’t know and would never know, nightmares of galaxies colliding and stars burning out, and a man falling from the stars, a broken god fallen to earth. And she saw a new love. A painful love, a broken love, but even brokeness can be beautiful, like a fractured glass, all rainbows and sharp edges.

Rose gasped.

This was too much too soon, she couldn’t lose him, her Doctor, she couldn’t see the future and past and end of things at the same time all the time pouring through her head, she couldn’t be the Bad Wolf.