Tenrose Stories

John Smith requested for a teacher's assistant in the summer of 2014 at Arcadia middle school. During the '14-'15 school year, he got one. He didn't expect anything more than someone to help him and laugh with, but she became much more to him. This is their story.

The Doctor sees Rose again and makes an important decision.

Doctor Who Poems

"The Oncoming Storm, The Bringer of Darkness, the Time Lord Victorious, absolutely defeated by a flat pack wardrobe!" Rose collapsed into laughter. The Doctor pouted and shook his head. A oneshot based on the prompt "your OTP building an IKEA cabinet"! Rose asks the Doctor whether they can go to IKEA to buy new furniture for the TARDIS. Fluff and frustration in building flat-pack furniture ensues! Highest rankings: #44 in shopping #317 in doctorwho #63 in doctorwhofanfiction

"You must choose dear Doctor... which one do you love the most...?"

Just some of my daydreams i've decided to catapult into the world. It's my first fic and I'm 13, so please bear with me, it might be better than you think!

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson have taken over the responsibility of raising Rosy. It goes well for 17 years until one day she goes missing, along with ten other girls around her age. All of the girls seem to have a few things in common, especially last place they were seen. News of this reaches Dean and Sam Winchester and their friendly neighbor hood angel, Cas. The three of them go over to check it out. Meanwhile, the TARDIS ends up taking Rose Tyler and the Doctor to England 2016. What will happen when all three meet? Will they find Rosy and the girls? Read to find out. We do not own any of the characters, scenes, or pictures. Just modified them all to our liking. Written By: Alice Brownway and Nox Aurumque Edits by: Alice Brownway

"By me, I mean me, Violet Longacre. And by him, I mean the Doctor." • For as long as Violet Longacre could remember, she'd been alone. Sure, she was always surrounded by people, but it was the same monotone routine, the same aimless chatter, a world overflowing with people, but no one caring enough to look up. No one taking enough interest in the little brunette girl with the glittering turquoise eyes to actually see behind it. Some people said it was because Violet hid her emotions, shielding her feelings beneath a wall of silence. But that wasn't the truth. Violet was a mystery waiting to be solved, a box sitting out in the open, watching hundreds upon hundreds of people pass by without so much as a glance. • Violet Longacre was a chest, the key sitting right in the lock. All you had to do was take the effort and twist it. • And inside? Inside the frail brunette it was so much fuller. So much more exciting. And so much bigger.

"There's a humming under her skin that never fully goes away. She might forget, sometimes for days at the time, sometimes for weeks if she's lucky, but it's always there in some way. It fluctuates. There are times when she can ignore it and other when she can feel her cells vibrating to the point of bursting." Rose's still human. Mostly. Doctor isn't. WRITTEN: 06.01.2024

This is the first novel to my Doctor Who novel series. In this book, TenRose is in the parallel universe and find a strange problem with their Electronics. A strange buzz seems to come from all of them so the doctor inspects it to find out its the work of the Cybermen. See the Doctor take out all his old tricks with Rose at his side in a brand new universe in this Doctor Who FanFiction series.

DOCTOR WHO FANFICTION The camera beeped as it was turned on. "H-hello? Is this on? Listen, the Doctor told me to give you this message. Your life may depend on this, please remember- Time is wrong. Rose Tyler is dead before her time, and time is slowly collapsing as a result. Me and a few others are working to fix that, but please, please remember- The screen turns to static and the girl disappears \////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\/////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\//// Adventure, Humor, Friendship, Fanfiction. The first of a 2 book series, will be followed by 'Something Missing'. Rated PG-13 for slight swearing and mild violence.

Various stories from different groups of SuperWhoLock characters! Most often, if not always, you will be reading from a selection of the following characters: the Tenth Doctor, Rose, Sherlock, John, Sam, Dean, and Cas. Some stories will have all three, some will have two, and some will only be from one fandom. I will specify this in the title in case you wish only to read from certain fandom(s). *COVER IS NOT MY ART *ALL CHARACTERS AND TRADEMARKS OF DOCTOR WHO AND SHERLOCK BELONG TO THE BBC NETWORK *ALL CHARACTERS AND TRADEMARKS OF SUPERNATURAL GO TO THE CW AND WARNER BROS COMPANIES Your favorite characters are back and at it again. Read stories about the Doctor (most often the 10th, accompanied by Rose), Sherlock Holmes, Dr John Watson, Castiel, Dean & Sam Winchester's adventures together. After all, it's pretty hard for the three biggest heroic teams to avoid each other forever.

This is a TenRose fanfic what takes place in the 17th century. This the first collaboration with @cumberholmes221b so far. All the picture credits goes to @cumberholmes221b . Enjoy :)

Basically

A poem from Rose Tyler's point of view about her and the doctor's affairs and their doomed fate; the words are said that were left unsaid.

The Doctor is 903 years old. He's from the diminished planet Gallifrey, in the constellation of Kasterborous and is the last of the Timelords — or is he?

There once was a Time Lord who walked by himself. He was wild, as wild as one could be. No one could tame him. He wouldn't let them. *** Inspired by "The Cat Who Walked by Himself," by Rupert Kipling.

These are just a bunch of RandomFandom headcannons. I hope y'all like 'em!!

Stupid suburban house. Stupid public school. Stupid little brother. Stupid mundane existence. Twelve years, I've lived my life like this. Little brother bugging me every day, old-fashioned parents to deal with, school to deal with, Mr. Leeway and Mrs. Strauss to deal with. For twelve years, my live has been nothing more than ordinary and boring. Twelve years, staring up at the infinite starts and the infinite blackness in the middle of winter and wishing my life would begin. For Twelve years, I've been nothing. Tomorrow, I turn Thirteen.