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The Doctor has appeared at Amy's wedding. Her imaginary friend is real, and her parents realize they owe her an apology...


Balloons and flowers and wine glasses, loud music played, a breeze wafted in through the tall windows. Augustus and Tabitha Pond pulled their daughter privately to the side of the wedding reception, contrite looks on their faces.

"Amelia, I'm so sorry," her chubby father said, he grasped her hands tightly, looking up at her mournfully. "All those years..."

"All those psychiatrists we sent you to," her mother said, a harrowed look in her eye.

"I did tell you," Amy pointed out. But she was too happy today to bear her parents a grudge. She had her parents back! They didn't know that, but she did, she'd forgive them anything, just for existing.

Her father's eyes flickered over her shoulder at a particularly raucous round of laughter from the party behind them. There was an "Oops!" and the sound of a champagne glass breaking. "Sorry!"

Tabitha looked beyond her shoulder. "He's younger than I envisioned, not as square jawed..." she looked at her daughter speculatively.

Her father's eyes came back to her, a bit wide, a bit stricken. "But, he's really real, your Raggedy Man. The blue box. All your paintings and drawings. I've talked to him. I've touched him. I could never have imagined..."

The Doctor poked his head in, "I'm beyond most people's imagination." He grinned around at them.

"Amy, Rory's looking a bit lonely." He nodded past her familiarly to where Rory was watching them from across the room.

"The rest of you, come on! There's dancing!" He raised his arms over his head and boogied off.
All Those Psychiatrists
The Doctor has appeared at Amy's wedding. Her imaginary friend is real, and her parents realize they owe her an apology...

Doctor Who, 11th Doctor, Amy Pond, Augustus Pond, Tabitha Pond, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Fluff, PG

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Sometimes a lady just needs a hug. It's a bit disturbing when it's River...


She was the pushiest woman. But sometimes the only way she pushed, was into his arms.

The Doctor stood with his arms full of River Song, her arms tight around his waist, her face snugged in his neck.

He let his arms wrap around her. Truly, that was one of their favorite places to be.

“Is something wrong?” he asked. As pushy and straightforward and full of innuendo as River could be, she didn’t normally just shove herself into his arms and hang on. She tended to entice him. She loved the chase, but she preferred to be the pursued.

He grinned deep in his mind, because, in all honesty, he loved chasing her, not that he’d ever tell her that.

But to have her just arrive and push herself into his arms, without so much as a “Hello, Sweetie,” or a snide remark, that was a bit troubling.

She mumbled something he didn’t hear and nuzzled her face deeper into his neck. He could feel her hot lips forming words, but couldn’t make them out. He was a bit distracted, all those warm wiggling curves had that effect on him.

He tightened his arms, if she needed reassurance (perish the thought, god knows what would cause that in River) or if she just needed someone to hold onto, he was there for her. He entirely wanted to be that person to her, her port in a storm. Heaven knew, she was his.

He nuzzled his nose in her tickling curls. “Are you okay?” he whispered, his hot breath ruffling on the top of her head.

She had arrived in her battle dress, but without guns blazing, so the situation could be anything. No elegant dress, so it wasn’t a hoity toi thing, no smoke and laser bombs, so it wasn’t Sontarans...

“I needed my Pookie Bear.”

His eyes almost bugged out at that clearly heard mumble.

He considered fighting his way free of her arms at that awful nickname.

He underwent a titanic struggle within himself. He was not a Pookie Bear. That was horrid. He’d prefer almost any other designation. He was not someone’s cuddle toy. He was a Time Lord! He walked in eternity! He was a destroyer and saver of worlds!

His muscles tightened in rejection and he grabbed her arms, ready to push her back.

She sighed, and rested forward, all those soft curves leaning so trustingly against him, she tilted her head down and tucked her forehead against his throat.

“Life sucks,” she complained softly, almost inaudibley, in that cultured husky voice of hers, her breath warm on his chest.

He could almost feel that full lower lip poofed out.

He relaxed. Life wasn’t fair, and River knew that more than most, but she so rarely complained. She usually just blew stuff up.

He slipped his arms back around her and snugged her in, she made a happy, sexy little noise.

Okay, he was impressive, and a legend. But then, so was she.

He supposed he could be her Pookie Bear.
Sometimes She's Pushy
Sometimes a lady just needs a hug. It's a bit disturbing when it's River...

Doctor Who, Harry Potter, 11th Doctor, River Song, Romance, Humor, Fluff, PG

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The Doctor and River play some Quidditch.


The Doctor reached. He stretched out his arm as long as he could and wiggled his fingers. He almost had it!

Suddenly his weight shifted and he rotated 180 degrees vertically. He found himself hanging underneath his broomstick, the landscape flashing by. The golden snitch flew around him in a mockingly whirr, practically laughing.

He swiped at it, setting himself to swinging. He hastily grabbed his flying broomstick with both hands as he zoomed over the Quidditch pitch.

“Heads up, Sweetie!” River yelled and smashed a bludger toward him with her beater’s bat.

“Hey!” He clamped himself close to his broomstick, dodging the bludger which flew under him, too close. “You’re on my team!” he pointed out hotly, his hair streaming in the wind, bowtie fluttering.

“No I’m not, honey, I’m a Gryffindor.”

“I’m a Gryffindor too!” he yelled.

“Nope,” she zoomed in on her broomstick, at his head level. “You’re a Ravenclaw.” She grinned at him and kissed his cheek.

His mouth dropped open, and he stared at her, upside down. “Who decided that?”

She shrugged elegantly, upright on her broom, and gave a superior smirk. “The Sorting Hat.”

He glared at her. The one hat she wouldn’t shoot. The thing practically had a crush on her. He remembered how it looked sitting on her head in the Great Hall. She’d looked the epitome of beautiful mature witch with her bumpy nose and witchy curls boiling out from under the hat.

They’d practically had to pry the hat off her, it had been clinging to her curls.

He did remember it looking awfully smug and besotted. He also remembered it pinching him. He was sure there was a pin in it somewhere.

River leaned casually sideways on her broom as a bludger flew by, ruffling her hair. She pointed at him with her bat. “You better get a leg up, Sweetie. Don’t you have a snitch to catch?”

Suddenly she flashed up directly in front of him, blocking him with her body and slamming the approaching bludger back in the direction it had come from. “Oh no you don't!” she yelled.

She swooped her broom down and away in a slick sweeping curve as she gave chase. The opposing beater gulped and sped away.

The Doctor watched his wife’s elegant flight, as always, delighted by her form. But she wasn’t exactly a team player.

Suddenly a small golden ball blurred up in front of him, silver wings buzzing, practically kissing his nose.

He grabbed at it. It chuckled and zipped away.

It had to be related to River.

He climbed back on his broomstick, an awkward proceedure, that made him bless whoever had come up with the spell to make them stay upright. A greased log spin he did not need at this height!

He peered around the pitch, the wind plastering his bow tie against his neck, his jacket flaring in the breeze. He’d slowed to a drift, fortunately, otherwise he’d have flown out of the pitch long ago.

He didn’t see the snitch anywhere. He pulled out the sonic and scanned.

“Cheating, Sweetie!” River yelled down to him as she flew by overhead. He ignored her.

There!

He caught sight of the golden glint and sped off.

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River landed beside him where he sprawled facedown on the pitch. He looked up with a mouthful of dirt and grass. The horn blared, indicating the end of the game.

Something wiggled under his stomach. He reached down and dug a hand under him.

He dragged out the hard little golden ball, it folded its wings and sat docilely in his hand.

“Gotcha!” he yelled triumphantly. He held it up for River to see.

The rest of the teams gathered around them in a flying circle.

She shook her head at him.

“Sweetie, you’re not supposed to tackle the snitch.”
Snitching
The Doctor and River play some Quidditch.

Doctor Who, Harry Potter, 11th Doctor, River Song, Quidditch, Romance, Humor, Fluff, PG

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The Pond family is doing a little yard work...


River was trimming the hedges. Rory was mowing the lawn. The Doctor was using a toothbrush to polish the stepping stones, (no one told him he didn’t have to, it kept him out of trouble.)

River ran a bare foot up the Doctor’s calf as she stepped over his prostrate form, proceeding along the hedge. He kicked a heel lightly in response. Rory pretended not to see.

Amy looked up from where she was pulling weeds in the tulip bed. “Anyone for some lemonade?” she asked, pushing her large floppy “Southern Belle” hat back and wiping her forehead.

“What?” Rory yelled over the growling of the lawnmower.

“LEMONADE!” Amy yelled at him.

“I’m almost done, don’t need any help, thanks,” he yelled back.

River grinned. She flipped her giant scissorlike clippers into the ground where they stuck upright, quivering. “I’ll get it, mum,” she called back. Amy waved at her and went back to weeding.

“I’ll help!” The Doctor jumped up enthusiastically, brandishing his toothbrush. “Besides, I need more toothpaste.”

River bit her lips but didn’t smile. She did have to admit, the paving stones had never looked shinier.

The Doctor danced into the kitchen, and headed straight for the lemons, which he started peeling.

River didn’t correct him, there was more than one way to skin a cat, or juice a lemon.

She pulled down a pitcher out of the cabinet, and stretched up for the bag of sugar. She turned around to ask the Doctor to get some ice, and found him staring at the back of her legs. She loved that look on his face. He had a half peeled lemon in one hand, and a totally zoned out happy look on his face.

She glanced down her backside. She was barefoot, and wearing raggedy cutoffs, not an especially elegant outfit. She waggled a foot at him.

He jerked and looked up, almost guilty, but with a bright eyed happy look. They were far enough along in their relationship that he didn’t automatically act guilty to be caught looking at her any more.

“You have pretty legs,” he said. “And a suntan,” as if it was an amazing thing.

She looked down at the back of her calf, she had acquired a nice dusky brown color.

“Thank you, Sweetie.” She’d never admit that such comments from him, put a tingle in her stomach. It was really awful to realize, at her age, that she still had the most terrible crush on a boy.

He set aside his lemon, walked up and took the pitcher and bag of sugar out of her hands and set them on the counter. He looked at her and tilted her face up with one finger.

Her toes curled. She realized again how much taller than her he was, especially when she was in her bare feet. They were absolutely the best height for each other, for kissing, and other things.

“Your nose is pink,” he said, grinning down at her.

That was an absolute lie. She did not have the skin tone for pink. He, on the other hand, had a bright red nose. The man couldn’t go to the beach without a triangle of zinc on his face.

She was tempted to poke him in his sunburned nose. But he was leaning in. She loved it when he leaned in. Those tingles in her belly metamorphed into butterflies. Tingling, fluttering, her toes practically gripping a dent in the linoleum.

He kissed her. Soft tingly kisses that slowly deepened as he stepped closer to her. There was nothing in the world sexier than his voluntary kisses, River agreed with herself.

“Where’s that lemonade!” Amy’s voice yelled from out in the yard.

River silently cursed her mother as the Doctor drew back. “Mmm, tart,” he mumbled to himself, to her, eyes dark and velvety. He dove forward for another quick slow kiss, mumbling against her mouth. “Tangy.”

She kissed him back, lingering as he pulled away.

“Sweet.”
Lemonade
Doctor Who, 11th Doctor, River Song, Amy Pond, Rory Williams, Romance, Humor, Fluff, PG

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The Doctor and River are both silk and steel in different combinations. She's weapons and warfare, he's bow ties and top hats...


River sharpened the edge of the katana with a swishing, ringing sound of stone on metal.

The Doctor stopped in the doorway of her Tardis dojo and gulped. His eyes looked both ways down the corridor, as if looking for a quick exit.

“Don’t worry, honey,” River said, still shushing the stone along the blade, “this isn’t for you.”

He snorted a quick gulp. “I never thought it was.”

She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye, a daring, doubtful look that made him reach up to adjust his bowtie.

He stopped his hand, perhaps now was not the best time to remind her of his bowtie, with that sharp knife in her hand. Unconsciously his hand went up toward his head to make sure he wasn’t wearing a hat.

She smirked.

She stood up and swished the katana through an elaborate figure eight all around her body. He stepped back, even though he was nowhere near her.

You learned things being married. Such as when your spouse needs space.

She grinned and slipped the sword into its sheath.

“Where did you get that?” he asked, once the sharp edge was safely shielded.

“Madame Vastra gave it to me,” she smiled at him and hung the sword on the wall, along with her collection of morning stars, throwing knives, and numb chucks. The only thing on that wall he was more leery of than the sword was those numb chucks. He’d seen her use them.

His Adam’s Apple bobbed. “I wasn’t aware you knew her,” he said.

She sauntered up to him. “There’s still lots of things you don’t know about me, Sweetie.” She stopped right in front of him, so close that her front just lightly nudged his. His hands started shaking.

“For example,” she continued, her eyes roving over him, absorbing him in that totally attracted way that still surprised him. He’d seen his reflection in the mirror, he still wasn’t sure what she saw.

“I may perforate your hats,” she tilted her head, those green and blue eyes swamping him with their speculative absorption, drawing him in, drowning him. “But I’d never cut our ties,” she said softly.

She kept her eyes on his, and leaned forward (oh, so softly and warmly forward) and kissed the center of his bowtie.

He whimpered. Just a bit.
Silk and Steel
Doctor Who, 11th Doctor, River Song, Martial Arts, Romance, Humor, Fluff, PG

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I'm a prolific Doctor Who fan fiction writer. I write Doctor Who stories from as short as a couple of hundred words to full novels and everything in between.

All the stories are canon compliant, meaning they're the type and rating of thing you'd find in the TV show itself. Adventure, mystery, humor, romance, and fluff. Alien worlds, historical times, contemporary adventures, and including all the different Doctors and Companions from Doctor Who, Classic and New.

I hope you enjoy the stories.

(I'm new here on DeviantART, so I'll be adding the stories gradually over time.)

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Do you take requests?
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Betawhofic Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2015
Sometimes, although I only do canon pairings and I don't write other people's OCs.

It depends on whether the idea sparks an idea for a story.
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LeafyLeafeon11 Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Well, in silence in the library where the doctor meets river, she tells him about when she met him before they were there. She said they went to see the swaying hills/towers and she said that he cried, and wouldn't tell her why.
Maybe you could do a short story of that :3
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Thank You For The Fav! :D
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thank you so much for the fav!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Hug :happybounce: 
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Thanks for joining :icontorchwho:
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Hello, how are you? :)
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Thank you for the fav!Mini Tardis 11th Doctor Dance 
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