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Three Sherlock Holmes x Amy Pond Banners
So I am one of the OG Pondlock shippers on Tumblr, I think, writing fic and making graphics of them since 2012. These are some graphics I posted on my art Livejournal at the time but not here, so please enjoy!
Round 2
VS
Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) / Sam Winchester (Supernatural) vs Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock) / Amy Pond (Doctor Who)
Spencer / Sam
Sherlock / Amy
At Her Majesty’s Pleasure
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/Amy Pond Setting: Modern Royalty AU Chapters: 4/?
Amelia Pond wasn't prepared for her parents' death. Sure she has spent her whole life preparing to become the Queen of the small country of Freylon, but it wasn't supposed to happen like this. With parliament breathing down her neck, pressuring her to marry her betrothed, Rory Williams, Amy has to navigate a delicate political minefield while deciding if an arranged marriage is truly something she wants.
Sherlock Holmes is a member of the royal guard, or ex-member. He resigned the night of the King and Queen's death, not accepting the "accident" story. There is something more to their deaths that no one else seems to be investigating. He came back to be the bodyguard for the new Queen to be. But between the growing anti-monarchy sentiment in the country and the invisible enemy threatening her life, it’s a bit harder than he first thought.
Can he save his Queen's life before it's too late? Will he be able to solve the clues that seem to be sporadic and disconnected? Most of all, what is he going to do when he starts falling in love with the stubborn Queen to be?
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Pondlock
I love love love Pondlock. My first Sherlock-centric fics were almost all Pondlock. Wish more people wrote it...
Just refound my old A Study in Pondlock fanfiction from a couple years ago! Temptation to edit it and add more chapters is high 😎😎😎 #pondlock #amypond #doctorwho #eleventhdoctor #sherlock #wholock #fanfiction
Banners of Sherlock Holmes x Amy Pond
I believe I am one of the OG Pondlock shippers? I've been writing them for about fourteen years now, give or take. These are two variations of a banner I did for a Pondlock blog on LJ.
Pondlock, The Kitchen, 4
So this is a new fic in a new series! Hope you enjoy this (short but sweet) installment in the "Left Over" series.
Settling - Sherlock has a suggestion for Amy.
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Amy was in the kitchen, cooking for the both of them. It was a nice night, Sherlock was chatty, and it made for a nice change. Rory had done most of the cooking when they were together and she’d been the one to try and bring him into conversations. But tonight there was wine and laughter and she didn’t feel bad at all that Rory had let her know he’d asked Molly to marry him. It had been quick, but they were soul mates, after all. He’d wanted her blessing. Why wouldn’t she give it? She had her own soul mate now, who had stopped pining after Molly now that he’d spoken to her and the words on their wrists had burned away.
The conversation tapered down as she tasted the spaghetti sauce. Just right. Now she just needed to sear the meatballs and add them to the sauce and they could get down to the business of eating. Sherlock picked up his wine glass and took a sip. “Molly said Rory asked her to marry him,” he said, a bit on the cautious side.
She nodded. “He called me four days ago, asked if I’d give him my blessing, I mean,,,it was sweet, but utterly unnecessary.”
“She didn’t want to tell me, but I complimented her on the ring.”
Amy turned to look at him, a frown on her face. “Why wouldn’t she want to tell you? You’re friends, after all. That didn’t change by her moving on to Rory. It wasn’t like the two of you were engaged like Rory and I were.”
“Well, she was hesitant. I thought we were friends, but perhaps I was mistaken.”
“Do you mind that Rory and I are still friends?” she asked, adding the oven baked meatballs to the skillet and turning up the heat underneath them.
“Not at all. He had his chance with you and was happy, and he’s found his soulmate as you have yours. It wasn’t meant to be, but you’ve been friends longer than I’ve known you. I wouldn’t begrudge that.”
“Molly talks to me. Maybe I can see what’s going on.”
“Thank you. I’d appreciate it.” He had some more of his wine. “You fit in well here.”
“What, in your bachelor pad?” she asked, her mood lightening.
“Move in with me,” he said softly. “Your flat is just a place to rest your head. You make Baker Street feel like home.”
“I’d like that,” she said, leaving the food for a minute and going over to him, kissing him softly. “It feels like home to me, too.”
“There’s room for you to set up an office to write in John’s old bedroom,” he said, letting his hands settle on her waist. “And you can have your own bedroom, if you’d prefer.”
“Just because we haven’t shagged yet doesn’t mean I’m not opposed to sharing your bed.”
He licked his lips. “I was hoping that situation might change as well.”
“Why Sherlock Holmes, are you propositioning me?’ she asked in a mock outraged voice, causing him to blush. “Dinner first. Then we’ll see.” He moved a hand up her back to cup the back of her head, pulling her in for a deep kiss. She reciprocated for a moment before she pulled away. “Need to cook.”
“Need you more,” he murmured.
“At leas let me turn the heat off,” she said, giving him a smile. He grinned at her as she gave him a quick kiss and pulled away. Dinner could wait...this was vastly more important.
Her Lucky Night (A "Left Over" Fic)
This is another old fic that I'm transferring to a new series. Just a little bit of a Pondlock soulmate AU for you! Tagging @lareinadehades and @strangedreamings, both of whom this was originally written for.
Her Lucky Night - She loved Rory, she did. But then he found his soulmate and she was alone again…but not for long.
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She had thought Rory was her soulmate, but the single word on her wrist was still there. And it certainly hadn’t been the first thing Rory had said to her. But he was one of her best friends and she loved him so of course she’d marry him.
But then It happened. It being Rory meeting his soulmate the first day he worked at St. Bart’s, taking a body to the basement and seeing the woman who worked there. She dropped a scalpel and went “Sorry, you startled me.” and the sentence on his wrist burned and disappeared.
The wedding had to be called off, of course; she loved Rory, she did, and she wasn’t about to begrudge him a lifetime of happiness with Dr. Molly Hooper. And Molly was actually quite a lovely woman. Rory was so very lucky.
And now she was at the pub, the fifth wheel (or was it seventh?), surrounded by happy couples, and all she wanted to do was sink behind the bar with a bottle of tequila and drink herself stupid. Let someone drag her home and tend to her when she was dealing with the nasty hangover. Bring her to bed and curl up next to her until she fell asleep.
“Bored?”
“God yes.”
She yelped as the word on her wrist burned, dropping her drink on a pair of nice-looking shoes. Shoes that belonged to a tall man with black curly hair and the most mesmerizing eyes, that were currently wide as he gripped his wrist. “You,” he said.
“You!” She had seen him hovering around the fringes when Molly would ask her to join them. He never spoke, rarely drank, just stood there and stared. Sometimes at her, mostly at Molly.
Oh, hell, they were in the same boat. Lost the person they loved, and now this.
She reached down from her seat to pick up her glass, lest it get broken, and then watched as Sherlock sat next to her. “Sherlock Holmes, Ms. Pond.”
“Well, then you already should know it’s Amy,” she said. “Drink?”
“Quiet,” he said, shaking his head.
“I know just the place,” she said, setting the glass on the table and standing up. “Coffeehouse bookstore with the best coffee I’ve ever had, open till midnight.” She offered him her hand. “My treat.”
“No, mine,” he said, taking her hand. She felt a jolt and then smiled at him. She got a faint smile back, but that was more than enough to tell her tonight was her lucky night.
