ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
The Disney movie, Aladdin, made me realize the Doctor would love a fez and a flying carpet.
Gauzy curtains floated in the breeze, it was a bright, starry night.
"River!"
River came out onto the huge marble balcony of their hotel suite to find the Doctor floating in midair beyond the railing.
She lifted a brow and sauntered over to look down. "Impressive, Sweetie. Where'd you get the flying carpet?" she asked.
"Antigravz-R-Us," he said, grinning hugely. The carpet floated up level with the railing. He held out a hand to her. "Come with me."
The Persian carpet rippled in the wind. His big feet were making dents in the floating rug. He was wearing a fez, and a short blue vest over his shirt and braces.
The Disney song, "A Whole New World" started emanating from the carpet. She grinned. "Wait right there, honey."
She sprinted back into the room, past the gauzy curtains.
Five minutes later she returned. The Doctor almost swallowed his tongue.
River, in harem pants, halter top, and gauzy sleeves highlighting her beautiful arms. A shining diamond tiara in her curls and transparent veils floating in the breeze.
Hips, stomach, legs... It was a good think he was sitting down.
The lights from the alabaster room behind her highlighted her curves through the veils and hid her face in mysterious shadow.
She held up a regal hand. He didn't move. He couldn't.
"Am I still invited?" she asked, in that warm, husky voice that haunted his dreams.
"Yes!" he jumped up and caught her hand, lifting her up as she stepped delicately from a cushioned bench, to the railing, to the rug. He settled her carefully in front of him and sat down behind her.
She turned, those silky curls brushing his face. He closed his eyes, and opened them to see her magnificent eyes glowing at him from above her veil.
"Hang on," he whispered. She leaned back into him, all solid warmth and silky softness.
He wrapped one arm around her waist and the rug sailed out into the dark night, rippling under them.
They took a leisurely, swooping tour of the city and oasis, they'd helped divert a meteor strike so that it landed harmlessly in the desert on this Arabic influenced world. It was a modern planet, lovely with a leisurely flow of life unusual for human colony worlds.
Automated mining served as the basis for the economy, and even now the cooling meteor was being mined for its valuable minerals and ores.
The local government had thanked them with a huge banquet and the invitation to stay free in their poshest hotel and enjoy an all expenses paid vacation.
It was a lovely world that prioritized art and had adopted all the best of the Arabic world's architecture and mosaic and textile arts. The main city was an oasis of palms and fountains and jewel-like buildings below them.
The night breeze was cool as they flew out over the desert, haunting cries of local wildlife punctuated the silence, a huge white moon rode above. Moonlight bathed them, turning River into a warm collection of alabaster glow and golden glints in his arms. The rug was still softly singing its looped track of Aladdin songs.
River turned in his arms and stood up. The rug dipped in unnerving ways under her weight. She held down a hand, a virtual goddess in the moonlight. "Dance with me."
His eyebrows jumped up, he leaned over and looked down at the desert thousands of feet below them. They were far from the city out here.
"Uh, are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked, gripping the carpet's weave.
She grinned. "We've got the music, and the moonlight. A perfect romantic night for a waltz." She beckoned with her fingers.
"Um..." He bit his lip and awkwardly climbed to his knees, then to his feet. The rug gave unnervingly underneath him, a forceful reminder that there was nothing under them but a thin layer of threads.
She stepped forward, altering the terrain. He stumbled and windmilled. "I'm not really good at this!" He yelped.
She yanked him firm against her, grinning in the moonlight. "Then you better hang on tight."
Gauzy curtains floated in the breeze, it was a bright, starry night.
"River!"
River came out onto the huge marble balcony of their hotel suite to find the Doctor floating in midair beyond the railing.
She lifted a brow and sauntered over to look down. "Impressive, Sweetie. Where'd you get the flying carpet?" she asked.
"Antigravz-R-Us," he said, grinning hugely. The carpet floated up level with the railing. He held out a hand to her. "Come with me."
The Persian carpet rippled in the wind. His big feet were making dents in the floating rug. He was wearing a fez, and a short blue vest over his shirt and braces.
The Disney song, "A Whole New World" started emanating from the carpet. She grinned. "Wait right there, honey."
She sprinted back into the room, past the gauzy curtains.
Five minutes later she returned. The Doctor almost swallowed his tongue.
River, in harem pants, halter top, and gauzy sleeves highlighting her beautiful arms. A shining diamond tiara in her curls and transparent veils floating in the breeze.
Hips, stomach, legs... It was a good think he was sitting down.
The lights from the alabaster room behind her highlighted her curves through the veils and hid her face in mysterious shadow.
She held up a regal hand. He didn't move. He couldn't.
"Am I still invited?" she asked, in that warm, husky voice that haunted his dreams.
"Yes!" he jumped up and caught her hand, lifting her up as she stepped delicately from a cushioned bench, to the railing, to the rug. He settled her carefully in front of him and sat down behind her.
She turned, those silky curls brushing his face. He closed his eyes, and opened them to see her magnificent eyes glowing at him from above her veil.
"Hang on," he whispered. She leaned back into him, all solid warmth and silky softness.
He wrapped one arm around her waist and the rug sailed out into the dark night, rippling under them.
They took a leisurely, swooping tour of the city and oasis, they'd helped divert a meteor strike so that it landed harmlessly in the desert on this Arabic influenced world. It was a modern planet, lovely with a leisurely flow of life unusual for human colony worlds.
Automated mining served as the basis for the economy, and even now the cooling meteor was being mined for its valuable minerals and ores.
The local government had thanked them with a huge banquet and the invitation to stay free in their poshest hotel and enjoy an all expenses paid vacation.
It was a lovely world that prioritized art and had adopted all the best of the Arabic world's architecture and mosaic and textile arts. The main city was an oasis of palms and fountains and jewel-like buildings below them.
The night breeze was cool as they flew out over the desert, haunting cries of local wildlife punctuated the silence, a huge white moon rode above. Moonlight bathed them, turning River into a warm collection of alabaster glow and golden glints in his arms. The rug was still softly singing its looped track of Aladdin songs.
River turned in his arms and stood up. The rug dipped in unnerving ways under her weight. She held down a hand, a virtual goddess in the moonlight. "Dance with me."
His eyebrows jumped up, he leaned over and looked down at the desert thousands of feet below them. They were far from the city out here.
"Uh, are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked, gripping the carpet's weave.
She grinned. "We've got the music, and the moonlight. A perfect romantic night for a waltz." She beckoned with her fingers.
"Um..." He bit his lip and awkwardly climbed to his knees, then to his feet. The rug gave unnervingly underneath him, a forceful reminder that there was nothing under them but a thin layer of threads.
She stepped forward, altering the terrain. He stumbled and windmilled. "I'm not really good at this!" He yelped.
She yanked him firm against her, grinning in the moonlight. "Then you better hang on tight."
Literature
The whovian alphabet
A is for Angel you freeze with your eye
B is for Box that the Doctor can fly
C is for Custard, a fish-finger treat
D is for Danger; you never retreat
E is for Explosion; a good time to run
F is for Friendship- always good fun
G is for golf and for grassy golf balls
H is for Help when he answers our calls
I is for Ice cream, and that's always sad
J is for Jammy Dodger, which make daleks mad
K is for Kestrel, which things often aren't
L is for Leadworth; the upper part
M is for Manual he threw in a star
N is for New Earth; a bad place for a car
O is for Ood, living only to serve
P is for Pompeii that he couldn't preserve
Q is fo
Literature
The Song of the River.
Time lords are not often sick, but when they are it is very nasty and so they become quite the whiny little grumps. And so it happened one day that the Doctor was laying in bed, shouting through horrid sinus congestion for Rory to “Please hurry up with the bloody tea!” while an equally grumpy, but blessedly unsick Amy kept a cool wash cloth on his forehead to keep his fever down.
She glared at him and snapped “No more yelling at MY Husband, Doctor!”
Rory finally brought the tea in, and set it next to the man in the bed.
“Here’s your tea now will you please stop whining?”
The Doctor grabbed the tea
Literature
4023
"Doctor."
The ghost spoke softly from the spacesuit's communicator as the timelord looked on. He stared at the empty shell now slumped in the silver chair, what had once been that brilliant, mysterious woman. She had known his name and she had saved his life. She had known his name and it was whispering now out of the data trapped in the suit's neural relay. All he could do was watch, handcuffed to one of the computer's metal supports, neither able to reach his sonic screwdriver nor the modified one that had belonged to Professor River Song.
Her voice continued to trickle into the room, though her lips did not move; eyelids closed in endles
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
This was inspired by the Disney movie Aladdin. And by this cartoon, by Kettle-and-String on Deviantart, which made me realize the Doctor would love a fez and a flying carpet.
If you enjoyed this story, add me to your watchlist. More stories can be found in My Gallery
Please leave a comment.
Doctor Who, Aladdin, 11th Doctor, River Song, Romance, Humor, Fluff, PG
If you enjoyed this story, add me to your watchlist. More stories can be found in My Gallery
Please leave a comment.
© 2014 - 2024 Betawhofic
Comments10
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Doctor:I can show you the wooorrrlld........