This is the Fan Fiction Branch of Random Fandom.
Most of my original fanfics use Moffat era Doctor Who characters and fall under the catagorization of "Fluff". The reason I write Fluff is the show has enough angst and action and sometimes I just need a warm fuzzy feeling and know that the characters are happy.
But then BANG ZAP! We were off again because Thief [The Doctor] had a wedding to dance at. And dancing faster was River Song.
I could smell what she was - she came from me.
Once I taught her how to fly. And once I let her die.
Once she loved me. Once she shot me.
I could see that all at the same time. I liked her, mothered her.
One day I would like to teach her to wheeze-groan without me. But the Doctor danced and River danced, and the more they danced the more trouble grew around them.
Something wanted Thief because they hated Thief. They stole River’s mother, they stole River - they made it all so tangled.
Thief and River were looped around each other like wool. He had a scarf once. Long scarf. It smelled of lavender and aluminium. I liked that scarf. It looked good in loops. And sometimes good stories are in loops.