Title: An Interrogation Thing
Rating: M
Author: jlrpuck
Disclaimer: Characters from Blackpool and Doctor Who are the property of BBC, are are used with the greatest of love and respect; no profit is intended from the writing or sharing of this story.
Summary: Rose and Peter pay a visit to where it all began.
Notes: This was written on Monday, ( Read more... )

Not a ficlet, but exactly what the title implies. It's a combo offering--a timeline showing the order of the stories and ficlets in Peter and Rose's relationship (so I can keep track of where I am, writing-wise), and lists of links to the relevant chapters and stories.

I’ve had to break the post into two sections-it finally hit the max on posting ( Read more... )

An Anniversary Thing

Peter insisted that they spend their first anniversary in Kendal-he wanted to spend the time, with Rose, in the place where everything had started. Rose had laughed, at first, asking why they couldn’t simply spend it in London, but had relented upon seeing that he was both serious and not a little stung by how cavalierly she’d ( Read more... )

It started as a simple question one day, as he dug through the drawer of the bedside table in the vain hope of finding a new watchband.

“Where’s it from?”

He glanced up from digging through the drawer-honestly, why would he have a spare watchband in there, anyway?-to find Rose looking, fascinated, at his watch. She’d picked it up, was ( Read more... )

No, I'm not posting a new chapter--however, I did write quite a bit last night.

But for those of you who might not have seen it, I wanted to point you in the direction of
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Now…I do feel a bit of guilt about this one. I wrote it yesterday afternoon in a bit of an escapist frenzy; I sent it over to EGT, hoping that she might be able to beta it so I could post it today-Thursday, the usual day for second chapters. I, ah…well, I kind of bullied her into beta-ing it, truth be told. Which was very mean of me, as she ( Read more... )

Title - A Study in Red Velvet
Author -
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He’d awoken that morning as content as he could ever remember, Rose curled next to him under the duvet. He’d had no grand plans for the trip north, had just known she needed a break, and he wanted her to himself for a bit. He’d been astonished to rediscover the day before, just how very much he loved her, as though he’d somehow forgotten the ( Read more... )

He met her at the train station, was once again amazed by the intensity of feeling that consumed him when he saw her on the platform, looking for him. The smile which spread across her face when she saw him made his heart stop, and he wondered how long it would be before he finally had the courage to tell her exactly how he felt about her.

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The tub in Peter’s house was gorgeous, large and long and deep-perfect for soaking...or other things. He’d told her he bought the house for the shower, but she wondered if the bath hadn’t figured into the equation. They’d yet to take a bath together, in spite of Peter’s promises; somehow, instead, they always got distracted halfway there. It was a ( Read more... )