wishes on falling stars, Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, G

He asks if she made a wish, his words quiet in the silence of the night., 389

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the map of days outworn, (TenII/Rose), G
She asks twice where they are going, but he doesn’t answer, instead points out the window as they pass an old black and white road sign., 861

A/N: Happy New Year to everyone! I love this comm, I love the amazing fics you create and I wish you nothing but the best for 2010.

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Because it wasn't a challenge this week, but a Free For All Fic Fest, and you guys turned them out in such spades that the least we could do is compile them all in one post, so that when you inevitably get the urge to read and reread and read again, they're all just a click away.

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cherry lips and plastic hearts, Rose/Ten, G

"Having fun, Tin Man?" she asked., 682

A/N: I hope it's clear enough how the two pictures inspired the fic XD Also, third fic for this challenge (OMG) so I'm done posting now XD

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the speed of wishes, (Ten/Rose, TenII/Rose), PG
It is said that if you see a falling star, you should make a wish., 800

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travel these faces rose/ten, pg.
we treat memories like loose change, but goodbye is for the stranger habits. for challenge 15 at then_theres_us. 935 words.

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Dreams Again, Ten/Rose, Ten II/Rose, G
That woman with her blond hair and her full lips. She is always there, and occasionally he might try to call to her, even if he knows she will never hear him., 494 words
A/N: Forgive me if this is awful and/or makes no sense. I haven’t written anything in an achingly long time.

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the stars are different here, Rose/Ten, G

Here there is no running, no danger, no pressing need to save the world. Here there is just silence and moonlight and stars and the way she fits in his arms and her soft breath on his neck., 336

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time is the fire in which we burn, Rose (Rose/Ten), G

She collects watches because they remind her of him., 205

A/N: I, uh, got excited. And I saw this picture and the fic practically wrote itself in my mind, so I had to get it out.

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