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Living Legend, by cinderbella333 (nc-17)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: River Song/Eleventh Doctor
Length: 11.8k
Author on LJ: cinderbella333
Author Website: Masterlist
Why this must be read: Really, he should have expected this. Not the sex - Well, yes, that too- but the fact that the Shah of the Seven Sands was River Song. Oh. My. God. This is perhaps the best PWP fic I've ever read for this fandom, but calling it a PWP is a serious disservice to the fic. The voices. I cannot get over how many different layers of both the Doctor and River this author nails, and how it works flawlessly. Just READ THIS FIC. It is scorchingly hot, but more than that, it explores the nuances of River/Doctor to perfection. I think I'll never read a smut fic for these two that will ever come close to this one. And let's be real: everybody can just tell from their onscreen dynamic that River and the Doctor have hot kinky sex. I mean, c'mon, handcuffs.
Living Legend
Really, he should have expected this. Not the sex - Well, yes, that too- but the fact that the Shah of the Seven Sands was River Song. The Doctor knew the stories. A warrior woman who led an army of thieves, mercenaries, and the disenfranchised against the bloody rule of an inept and apathetic king. A freedom fighter that inspired a people to topple the thousand year oppression of a foreign dynasty. A fae enchantress sent by the gods to sow discord and chaos amongst the giants, throwing a million bodies down in her wake; reducing a great empire to ashes, from which a new age of peace and prosperity could spring. A mortal myth. A living legend in her own time. Honestly, the Doctor had always wanted to meet her. He wasn't terribly surprised to realize he already had.
Of course, it all starts with him as her prisoner.
It might seem like a bit of a cliche, but the Doctor has a knack for cliches, tropes, and tawdry quirks. He likes to believe he brings a sort of intrepid style and frankly unparalleled genius to the table that more than makes up for it. From the smirk on River Song's face as he's led into her yurt in chains, the Doctor is sure she agrees. He can't help but smile in return, giving her a cheeky little finger-wave with his bound hands when his two guards turn their backs.
"Was he alone?" she asks, her eyes laughing with the Doctor at their own private joke. They both know how likely that is.
"No, my lord," one of his guards replies. "We found three others sneaking around the perimeter of the camp: a woman with red hair, a man in strange armour, and a boy-child, no more than ten years old."
"Royal spies," a large man with a ridiculously big sword to River's side hisses. "We should send their heads back to the king in a box."
"Is this how you treat all your visitors?" The Doctor knows it'd be wiser to keep quiet and let River sort this out. But that's also exactly why he doesn't. "Knock them unconscious. Chain them up. Threaten their heads with boxes of all things. And who sends a head in a box? I mean, really. I see why you didn't show very well in the travel guide. The least you could do is offer me tea." The nearest guard grabs a hold of him and no doubt he would have received quite a wallop but River laughs and that causes all her men to pause. Even the Doctor, who is still a little ashamed by the involuntary twist in his chest and jump of his stomach at the sound of it. He consoles himself that after nearly a thousand years, his poker face is so good he's sure no one else noticed. Except maybe River herself, but that's always been the problem.
"You think I shouldn't execute you?"
"Yes," the Doctor replies. "No," he corrects and then shakes his head. "I mean, yes. Did you really have to word the question like that? I hate when I answer right and it still sounds wrong."
"Well, if you prefer, I could just execute you and not ask at all."
Pairing: River Song/Eleventh Doctor
Length: 11.8k
Author on LJ: cinderbella333
Author Website: Masterlist
Why this must be read: Really, he should have expected this. Not the sex - Well, yes, that too- but the fact that the Shah of the Seven Sands was River Song. Oh. My. God. This is perhaps the best PWP fic I've ever read for this fandom, but calling it a PWP is a serious disservice to the fic. The voices. I cannot get over how many different layers of both the Doctor and River this author nails, and how it works flawlessly. Just READ THIS FIC. It is scorchingly hot, but more than that, it explores the nuances of River/Doctor to perfection. I think I'll never read a smut fic for these two that will ever come close to this one. And let's be real: everybody can just tell from their onscreen dynamic that River and the Doctor have hot kinky sex. I mean, c'mon, handcuffs.
Living Legend
Really, he should have expected this. Not the sex - Well, yes, that too- but the fact that the Shah of the Seven Sands was River Song. The Doctor knew the stories. A warrior woman who led an army of thieves, mercenaries, and the disenfranchised against the bloody rule of an inept and apathetic king. A freedom fighter that inspired a people to topple the thousand year oppression of a foreign dynasty. A fae enchantress sent by the gods to sow discord and chaos amongst the giants, throwing a million bodies down in her wake; reducing a great empire to ashes, from which a new age of peace and prosperity could spring. A mortal myth. A living legend in her own time. Honestly, the Doctor had always wanted to meet her. He wasn't terribly surprised to realize he already had.
Of course, it all starts with him as her prisoner.
It might seem like a bit of a cliche, but the Doctor has a knack for cliches, tropes, and tawdry quirks. He likes to believe he brings a sort of intrepid style and frankly unparalleled genius to the table that more than makes up for it. From the smirk on River Song's face as he's led into her yurt in chains, the Doctor is sure she agrees. He can't help but smile in return, giving her a cheeky little finger-wave with his bound hands when his two guards turn their backs.
"Was he alone?" she asks, her eyes laughing with the Doctor at their own private joke. They both know how likely that is.
"No, my lord," one of his guards replies. "We found three others sneaking around the perimeter of the camp: a woman with red hair, a man in strange armour, and a boy-child, no more than ten years old."
"Royal spies," a large man with a ridiculously big sword to River's side hisses. "We should send their heads back to the king in a box."
"Is this how you treat all your visitors?" The Doctor knows it'd be wiser to keep quiet and let River sort this out. But that's also exactly why he doesn't. "Knock them unconscious. Chain them up. Threaten their heads with boxes of all things. And who sends a head in a box? I mean, really. I see why you didn't show very well in the travel guide. The least you could do is offer me tea." The nearest guard grabs a hold of him and no doubt he would have received quite a wallop but River laughs and that causes all her men to pause. Even the Doctor, who is still a little ashamed by the involuntary twist in his chest and jump of his stomach at the sound of it. He consoles himself that after nearly a thousand years, his poker face is so good he's sure no one else noticed. Except maybe River herself, but that's always been the problem.
"You think I shouldn't execute you?"
"Yes," the Doctor replies. "No," he corrects and then shakes his head. "I mean, yes. Did you really have to word the question like that? I hate when I answer right and it still sounds wrong."
"Well, if you prefer, I could just execute you and not ask at all."
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