Purely a naughty fan fiction, and that means very naughty. You have been warned.
Rating: 18+ for sexual content.
Summary:Catherine & David have finished ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ and aren’t prepared to say goodbye again just yet.
This will be regularly updated list (unlike the previous one) of fics I’ve stumbled upon, all Donna-centric. If you have any suggestions, leave them in my ask box. Current # of recommendations: 40. (last updated- 28/10/12)
To Err is Human (M) // Necessary Rewards (E) // Just a Bite (will get to M when finished) // Find the Cherry (M) // Kiss and Tell // (T) // Whole rated (M) // Best laid schemes(M)// Buried (M) //Balancing Act (M) // Once Upon a Time (M) // Your Brows are on Fire (M) // Not Complicated (M) // Two to Tango (M) // The Fine Art of Waffle-making (M) // …
Jingle Bells (M) [River]// I’ve Never had a Ginger Before (M) [River]// Fic - River/Donna (M) [River]// Another Life (T) [River]// Stories, Songs, and Gallant Girls (T) [River]// In His Universe (E) [11&TARDIS]// Binary Stars (M) // The Man in the Blue Box, or the Piffle We Teach (M) [Jack]// The Flexible Concept of Tomorrow (E) [The X Files crossover - Mulder]// …
Special Shout Out:
Katherine’s work: Everybody’s gotta learn sometimes (E) // Second Chances (E) // Rage Against the Dying of the Light (E) // Too Late (E)  ch2/ch3/ch4/ch5// Will You Love Me Tomorrow (E) // What We Wanted (E) // Not Ready Yet (E) // Hand in Hand (E)  -possibly a second chapter coming-//…
Title: The Power of Love
Author: Nina (betweenacts / Nina)
Characters/Fandom: Catherine Tate/David Tennant
Disclaimer: They are real people and this was not written to offend anyone.
Word Count: 750
Summary: Nothing with David was simple, not even his ringtone for her was just that, was it?
A/N.: this is unbeta’d and I mention Adrian in it. Someone had to do it. this is just cute, the usual Tatennant bittersweetness I will always give you.
Title: Goodbye my friend, you have been the one for me
Pairing: Tatennant, don’t like it, don’t read it
Rating: Better safe than sorry so I’d say T-ish.
Summary: I remember David, I remember it all.
Title: What if?
Rating: Oh I’m not good with this, euuh T, but very mildly.
A/N: I was listening to ‘Just the way you are’ and I got Tatennant feels, so I decided to write this little story. This is for Evey because she entirely lovely and turns out she was my lovely stalker, and for my other lovely friends. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this. Also this is un-beta’d so all mistakes are mine
This little Tatennant drabble is for Evey. Apparently I was mean by sending her a teaser of my other fic, so I thought I’d make it up to her. This is un-beta’d, so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: This is just the result of my imagination. I know nothing of the personal lives of David Tennant or Catherine Tate (I wish).
If you only knew what you did to me
Title: Don’t know yet. I’m rusty. Tempted to call it “Your Brows are on Fire” cause XD
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Donna Noble
Rating: Some naughty words and theme… hum… teenager audiences? Think it’ll go up later ;)
A/N: I haven’t read that many who fics so maybe this is not original at all. My apologies if that’s the case. Also, first attempt at a Who fic. I am not sure yet I got their “voices” right.
“So where do babies come from?”
The Doctor looked up from the wild mess of wires and gadgets on the console, puzzled. Donna was sitting on the floor, flipping the pages of one of what he had called his stack of “old magazines” but that she had found so fascinating being Vogue editions some 30 years in her future. There were no real spoilers in fashion, were they? Nothing truly life-altering in there, right? No, not really, he had thought.
“What?” - he finally asked.
She didn’t look up from the magazine.
“Babies. How do they happen?”
He put down one of the wires he had been holding, not noticing it was the blue one. You can’t put the blue one on an active panel on the console cause blue wires tend to get too happy to meet the red wired metal panels. Basic TARDIS tinkering. Of course, basic TARDIS tinkering should also be performed with all eight senses on and no ginger companion asking random questions out of the blue. Oh, the blue. The blue was happy to meet old friend red wired panel. They sparked and sent a happy bolt of electric joy up his hand, to his very happy elbow and further up to his spine where it merrily spread through out his system.
“Your brows are on fire” - Donna mentioned casually, flipping a page.
Fanart inspired by To Err is Human [x] (GO READ IT NOW, JUST GO)
Her musings were interrupted by fumbling noises at the flat’s door. Then the door swung open and the Doctor — for god’s sake, Donna, John Smith! — tumbled in under a stack of books.
“John,” she squeaked, surprised. “You’re here early.”
The Doctor grinned at her from around his stack of books, setting them down carefully so he could hurry to her.
“I could not stay away,” he murmured, leaning over her chair and fully invading her personal space…
“I missed you, wife,” and he kissed her.
Donna hated the year 1913.