#River song x reader

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Bored In Captivity (River Song x reader)

Summary: getting kidnapped never bothered you as you knew it wouldn't take long for you to be found again

Warnings: mentioned violence (kidnappings, threats, guns, etc.), pretty sure that's it

A/N: I really wanted to write something with River and this is just some short little thing that I was able to come up with. I initially planned on The Doctor actually making an appearance in this since it was supposed to be a fairly obvious poly relationship between him, River, and the reader, but he got left out unfortunately 💔 so it's just implied to be one instead

Any time you went on a trip with The Doctor, there was always the chance of something bad happening and things going sideways fast.

Unfortunately, you were typically the most affected party, and had grown quite accustom to the occasional threats and kidnappings. At this point, if you didn't find yourself in danger at least once a week, then it wasn't a real adventure.

Even trips that were supposed to be nice and relaxing usually didn't stay that way for very long, what with the many power hungry maniacs littered across the universe.

Take now, for example. You were currently tied up in front of some alien dictator, two guards nearby so as to make sure you wouldn't try to escape. Yeah, as if.

You were forced to listen as he droned on and on about how foolish it was of you to step foot in his domain and how amusing it would be to make you watch as he got rid of The Doctor once and for all.

To be quite honest, it was all a bunch of blathering nonsense that you couldn't really make any sense of. You'd tuned him out about three paragraphs into his speech.

Something that did make you perk up, however, was the all too familiar swooshing sound of a certain police box, followed by a commotion that was heard going on out in the hallway. The two guards standing on either side of you glanced at each other uneasily, clearly not liking where this was headed.

The dictator, on the other hand, either ignored what he heard or was just too stupid to recognize the gravity of the situation. He kept talking, though he stopped when he noticed that neither you nor the guards were paying him any attention.

Before he could complain about how rude it was to ignore someone of his high ranking royalty, however, the door blasted open, and he was sent flying backwards by a sudden laser blast to the chest.

The guards both dropped their guns and ran, and you honestly couldn't blame them. After all, you'd hate to be in their position right now. You, on the other hand, had absolutely nothing to worry about.

Letting out a cough, you blinked a few times as your eyes started to adjust to the dust settling around the room.

Despite not being able to see very well, your hearing was near perfect, meaning you were able to pick up the two very distinct words that never failed to send a shiver down your spine and make your heart race (in a good way).

"Hello, sweetie," River purred in a soothing voice as she stepped over the fallen dictator's body, making her way over to you. "Let's get you out of those restraints, shall we?"

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[sunnyy3d]

Hi again

Ok so I am currently obsessed with Matt smith and Alex Kingston so I wanted to know if you would write a 11th/river/reader fanfic where the reader is a companion that just started travelling with them but for some reason she is immortal and always finds them but she doesn’t totally understand how the meeting keeps happening between them all so she just jumped from a new tune where she was happily married to the doctor and river but now she meets river/melody who doesn’t know her yet and she gets jealous bc she over heard them talking about another girl(her just younger) and it leads to the doctor having to explain to her that they aren’t at that time yet and river gifts her a journal so she can write down where and how they keep meeting hopefully this makes enough sense and you would want to write it I just want some fluff/cuteness along with confusion on time travel

Timeless Love| 11th Doctor x River x Reader

A/N: Requests open! (Obviously)

God, I'm so nauseous. Will I ever get used to that? I really wish that I had my own TARDIS; it'd be so much better than a vortex manipulator. The Doctor calls it "cheap and nasty time travel," and he's not wrong. Of course, I'll never let him know that, though.

I let the dizziness subside before opening my eyes. I'm facing a wall? I've gotta go through the checklist. Okay, first is smell. It smells... old? Like antiques and dust. Why is smell first anyway? The second is hearing. I hear sirens, which leads to the next part: sight. To go with the sirens, I see a red flashing light coming from a bulb farther up the wall. That's always a good sign! Last but not least, the 360. Well, it's more like a 180, but that's beside the point. I spin only to find a gun pointed at my head. My smile immediately drops, the excitement of being in a new environment being replaced with dread. What have I gotten myself into this time?

"Oi, don't touch the fez! Wait, no, don't take it," I hear from behind the brute holding the gun.

"Don't listen to him. Please take the fez," I'd recognize those voices from anywhere. Especially the sarcasm... It only makes sense that they're around when I find myself in trouble. I can't let myself get distracted; this is a life-or-death situation. Just do what The Doctor taught you. Be rational and observe.

Peering past the gun, I see a creature I've never seen before in my time with The Doctor. This thing is enormous, at least a foot or two taller than me. They (it?) have on a suit of armor--similar to what would be found back on Earth-- that obscures its face. Maybe it's a security guard? It would make sense, considering that behind it are glass cases that hold artifacts.

Regardless, this creature's sheer size means I can't fight it. At least not successfully. That throws all of the self-defense skills River taught me out of the window. I really wish she was here. Oh wait... she is. I'll just have to play the innocent card. It shouldn't be hard, considering that I am innocent. I put my hands up beside my head as a sign of surrender, careful to go at a speed that's not threatening. "I just got here, I swear. I have no idea what's going on," I reason. I have a feeling that it's not gonna work well.

"Oh, look who it is! Where have you been?" Looking past the guard, I spot The Doctor and River being led in by another guard.

I sigh, "It's not what it looks like."

"It's exactly what it looks like!" The Doctor interrupts with his stupid smile.

"Honey, can you shut please? I kinda have a gun in my face right now," I plead.

"Oh right..."

"Excuse me, sir?" River distracts the guard in front of me.

"We're going to have to ask you to put that gun down. Darling, you might want to duck." Without even thinking, I follow her instructions. I trust River and The Doctor with my life. What kind of wife would I be otherwise? Being stuck between the wall and the fight, I have no choice but to crawl away.

I'm hiding behind one of the cases when The Doctor comes around the corner, disheveled and panting. It's a good look at him. His hair is messy before he runs a hand through it and flashes his signature smile. God, I could kiss him. But now's not the time. We're in the middle of a fight. I say we, but I really mean River. "What are you doing?" I yell.

"I could ask you the same thing!" Loud shots hit the walls around us. I peek around the corner and see two more guards have shown up as reinforcement.

A bullet flies past my head, and I quickly take my retreat behind the case. "Look! We'll have to save this conversation for after we get out of whatever situation you got us into this time. River needs help." The Doctor gives me an offended look.

"River does NOT need help, no thanks to you guys," she says sarcastically.

The Doctor and I come out from behind the case. "What are you guys even doing here?" I ask with my hands on my hips.

"Uhh... we're picking something up," The Doctor answers nervously. I nod, my lips drawing into a thin line as I give him a skeptical hum. It's probably not worth questioning, and I probably won't get a straight answer.

"And you are?" River questions, looking me up and down. Even after being with her for a while, I still get butterflies when she looks at me like that.

But the butterflies are scooped up by my confusion. "What do you mean, River? We've been-"

"SPOILERS," The Doctor interjects. "If you'll just give us a moment, please?" I nod as he drags River away. They huddle together with their backs facing me. Clearly, I'm not supposed to hear this conversation, but it doesn't stop me from trying. Unfortunately, they're just out of earshot, so I can only hear a few words.

Focusing on their conversation, I piece together some parts. "She's... beautiful... amazing... younger... she's like..." The Doctor explains with expressive hands. Occasionally, River glances back at me with a smile.

Who are they talking about like that? It has to be someone special. Why else would they keep it a secret from me? More importantly, why is River saying she doesn't know me? Has she had her memory wiped? Clearly, The Doctor knows who I am, but he's also acting weird. What has happened to our marriage? Did all of the intimate moments that we shared go down the drain? All the adventures forgotten?

I'm so lost in thought that it takes me a second to realize that they've finished their conversation and have started walking back towards me. I quickly stand straight, suddenly incredibly self conscious. I cross my arms and frown, "So, who's this mystery woman and why did you have to talk about her in secret?" I know my words reek of jealousy, but I can't help it. We've been married for so long, and yet here they are talking about some other woman.

The Doctor sighs, thinking about how he should respond. "We were talking about you. I know it might not make too much sense right now, but River and I aren't in the same timeline as you."

"This is actually my first time meeting you, I'm afraid. Though I'm sure it won't be the last," River looks me up and down with a smirk. I blush and look away. Even if this is her first time meeting me, she still has to flirt.

Everything is starting to make sense now. All of the times when The Doctor or River thought that they had done something with me but hadn't. Or when they'd forget simple things. It's not that they forgot; it just hadn't happened to them yet. Why didn't I think of this before? And why hadn't they explained this to me earlier? Why does time have to be so complicated?

"This happens all of the time with me and River. It's honestly quite annoying to figure out," The Doctor chuckles.

"You know, that actually makes a lot of sense. Things are starting to come together now. That explains why you guys are so confusing sometimes. Sorry, extra confusing sometimes." The couple laughs before River holds up her finger, saying hold on and grabbing her bag off her back. She rummages through it momentarily before letting out a small 'aha.' I look at The Doctor with my eyebrows scrunched in confusion. He only shrugs. River pulls out what she was looking for. I see a look of recognition flash across The Doctor's face before I can tell what it is.

"Here," she holds out a book. It's a royal blue and has squares on it like the TARDIS. It looks naturally worn, its deckled pages ready to hold a story. "I have a smiliar journal. I use it to keep track of my encounters with this idiot. Maybe you can do the same?" She suggests with a warm smile.

From this distance, I can see how young she is. Though she doesn't look much different, her eyes tell a different story. They have more youth to them, more innocence. Let's be honest: River has never truly been innocent. But she is more innocent than the River that I know best. I smile as I take the journal in my hands. It's perfect. It'll be easy to carry around, and it is absolutely gorgeous.

So much has yet to come for The Doctor and River, both terrible and happy. And even though I have lived through things that they haven't, they have lived through things that I haven't. This book will hold stories that cannot be shared with the ones I love the most. If I were to share it, it could ruin everyone's timeline. Time is a delicate balance of... wibbly, wobbly, timey, wimey... stuff. Okay, I'll admit that wasn't the most eloquent I have been, but it'll have to do.

With a smile, I look up at my husband and wife (well, future for them), "Thank you. I have a feeling that I'll be using this a lot."

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[smartycvnt]

Sex in the TARDIS with River Song headcanons?

You don't know what was said or done, but it put River in a spiteful mood.

She was a more flirty with you than normal when the two of you were coming back to the TARDIS

River skips over the preamble and bends you right over one of the control panels

She pins your wrists back with one hand and uses the other to fuck you.

She makes you cum once like that and then invites you to stay the rest of the night in her room

#headcanons #hcs #smut headcanons #smut hcs #romantic headcanons #doctor who x reader #river song x reader

[sireditsalot4]

Y/N face plants into River’s cleavage*

River Song not fazed: Are you alright, dear?”

Y/N muffling against her: Yeah. I just need a second-

#doctor who #river song #river song x reader

[storytelling-timelord]

Delusional

Summary: When you follow River off a building, you meet a new, old friend.

Paring: River Song x Reader, 11th Doctor x River Song (mentioned), 11th Doctor x Reader x River Song (possible)

WC: 700

A/N: Do you ever just get an idea and you have to write it? No matter if it’s 1 am and it’s not the soundest idea but it’s an idea and it’s something and you haven’t posted in months and you aren’t sure if anyone is actually going to read this or not but you finally wrote something? That was me, then this was born. Enjoy.

P.S.: I’m not tagging anyone on this bc I’m working on a new tag system/update blog so if you’re wanting to know when I post, be on the look out for that :)

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“You’re delusional.”

“That’s why you love me.”

She has a point. And damn was that a good point.

“Trust me Sweetie, stay with me for too long and you’ll find out just how delusional I am.” River winks at you. Her smile decorates her face beautifully as she takes your hand. With only mere seconds before the door to roof bursts open with most likely a lot of very large, angry men on power trips, she leaps off the building, gripping your hand tightly as you leap alongside her. River’s laugh carries through the air as you hold your breath, feeling her grip tighten as you close your eyes.

“Do you trust me?”

What a dumb question. “Of course I do.”

“Then we need to jump.”

“Jump? Off the building?”

“Right off, in about 10 seconds.”

You’d trust River with your life, you do trust her with your life. The only problem was the closer and closer the ground got, the more you wish you had her explain this delusional plan to you.

Then the next minute you were safe.

“You can open your eyes now, sweetie.” River’s words take a few moments to register in your brain before you allow one of your eyes to peak open, soon followed by another when you realize you’re fully laying on top of River who is laying on solid ground. At least, you thought it was ground.

With a quick look around your surroundings as you finally get off of the woman and stretch your hand out to help her, you realize you’re in a spaceship.

“Someone call for a pickup?” Your eyes scan for whoever just spoke and you almost come up empty until a bouncy bow tie wearing man pops out from behind whatever that big thing in the middle of the room is. His smile was wide as he looks between you and River.

River takes a deep breath and sighs happily when she’s finally on her feet. “Right,” she grins and walks over the room centerpiece, which are suspecting are the controls with the way River starts pulling and turning all the levers and the spaceship starts moving. “Y/N, this is the Doctor. Doctor, this is Y/N.”

The Doctor was barely able to spare you another glance before he starts trying to shoo River away from the controls. “We’ve met.” He says simply and offers you a quick smile.

You furrow your brows. Surely, you’d remember someone like him and someplace like this. “No, we haven’t.”

The Doctor pauses, looks at you and smiles. “Oh right. Well, never mind then!” You didn’t know what to make of his comments but the name did bring some familiarity.

“The Doctor?” River and The Doctor both hum a yes as you lean against the door behind you, crossing your arms. “So, you’re the Timelord then?” Again, both hum a yes. “So, you’re my girlfriend’s husband?”

There was only one hum this time from River as she kept herself from laughing. The Doctor stood up straighter, his arms falling to his sides and you could see he didn’t really know what to say exactly. You were trying to keep from laughing yourself at his expression before River slaps him on the arm.

“You told her that?” The Doctor whispers but it was pointless as he was quite the loud whisperer.

“I tell her everything.” River shrugs, looking up at you through her lashes with a smirk. “Besides, she’s read my book.”

The Doctor didn’t really know what to say to that. In the time he’s known you, he didn’t know exactly what you knew before you met him.

“Relax Doctor, I’ve been with River long enough to know this is just another part of the adventure.” You smile at River, watching her at the controls as she practically spins around the Doctor. The Doctor hasn’t looked away from you. He was shifting his jaw, his lips lightly lifting up fondly in the corners as he lets River steer you three wherever it was she wanted to go. And he would follow the two of you anywhere.

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[multifandomfix]

River Song Smut Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cuddly, flirty, teasing, working you back up for round two or three…or more.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)

You’d be hard pressed to find a part of your body River doesn’t enjoy. She loves your every curve and edge because they all make you, you.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

While she likes hearing you say that you’re hers, she doesn’t feel the need to mark you as hers. That doesn’t mean she won’t leave hickeys on your skin, it’s just not a possessive thing for her.

D = Dominant (who is in control? are they a top or bottom?)

She’s like 90% top energy, but oh that 10% when she lets you take control is just exquisite.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s very experienced and she sure as hell knows what she’s doing. And she is full of surprises.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Either or. It’s a very fine line for River as to which is even which. As long as you’re both enjoying it, she doesn’t much care about the semantics.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s flexible on this one too. If you’re participating in a more serious scene, she’ll be all business, but otherwise, she’s content to laugh and be goofy in the moment.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

Boldness, directness, less than subtle innuendos. She likes it when you know what you want and you clearly let her know it too.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

She’ll up her flirtation to be more direct, less playful and more like she’s seriously trying to turn you on until she inevitably succeeds, which she often does.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She definitely indulges. As much as she travels, you can’t be together all of the time, so she’ll definitely get herself off thinking of you. Maybe even sending you audio or video to get you going as well.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Name one kink River hasn’t tried, I dare you. But, despite her vast knowledge, she does have some favorites. Obviously she adores using her handcuffs (of which she has several pairs), but she’s also very into roleplay. The two of you can be anyone, any-when. The possibilities are endless.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex)

Wherever is convenient really. As long as you don’t mind a tight spot or sometimes a place where you could be caught, she can work with almost any environment.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

There’s a lot of verbal pre-gaming when it comes to River. Banter filled with flirtatious innuendo that gets more and more serious until you’re touching on each other and one of you is being kissed with your body up against the nearest wall.

N = Naked (how do they undress? do they like to watch you undress?)

When she feels like teasing you, she’ll take her time undressing, watching you shift in your seat as she reveals more and more of herself for you. And she does enjoy it when you make a good show of undressing too.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She doesn’t particularly have a preference. She’s a fan of both. And she’s damn good at giving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She’s all over the spectrum. She listens to what you want in the moment and accommodates her style to please you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

River isn’t one to say no to a quickie. She takes them as a challenge even, to see how fast she can make you come or to see how fast you can make her. It’s a thrill for her.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She’s very cool with experimenting. She will try anything with you, and if it works for you as a couple, she’s more than happy to indulge in whatever it is more often.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can go for three, four rounds, typically. It depends on what the goal is. Get as much pleasure as possible or take your time and explore each other fully.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

Sure, she is. As long as she feels enough of a spark with someone to go there, she’s up for something a bit more casual.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It depends on her mood, but she can tease you for ages if she’s got a mind to.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

River is definitely a screamer. She’s not afraid to get loud and the louder she can get you to be, the better.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

As long as she has to until you’re ready. It’s likely she’d be ready for that step before you as she’s very comfortable with her sexuality, but she won’t pressure you into anything.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

River has an amazing body. She knows it and she loves to flaunt it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

She’s a lot of talk, and almost as much action. Her sex drive is what most consider high, but she’s not at nymphomaniac level or anything.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

With as much energy as she spends while in bed with you, it’s no surprise if she falls asleep right after, but sometimes she’ll stay awake and cuddle.

For anon

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[bethsvrse]

LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK

(some of my favourite wlw fanfics)

late night confession - wanda maximoff by @lives-in-midgard

puppy love - robin buckley by @elliesmainhoe

glue - ellie williams by @whore-era

new in town - lydia martin by @heliads

make you mind this season - kate bishop by @hard-core-super-star

lady oswald - clara oswald by @lanawinterscigarettes

if I could fly - clara oswald by @wlw-imagines

I want you (bless my soul) - river song by @penguinwithitsarseonfire

trick or treat - maddy perez by @suzar

props to all these writers, should definitely check them out :3

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Who is taking mattex or 11/river fic requests or them x reader (poly relationship)

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[queenofmistresses]

What if i were to write fanfics for the 11th Doctor? And maybe river song? Any interest?

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[penguinwithitsarseonfire]

I want you (bless my soul)

Pairing: River Song x Reader,

Word Count: 2,141

Warnings: PG+13, super fun and no angst for once!

Summary: River Song is bored, and decides to finally act on her crush on you. Her plan involves a fair amount of flirting and a show stopping dress.

The TARDIS was near quiet, save for the soft humming of the main console. You were curled into the step by the railing, a book perched against your knees. Your fingers wrapped against the pages, poised, careful, the spine cracking down the middle.

River Song was no stranger to this place, and she took languid steps inside. The TARDIS – bless her – softened the click of the door behind her. If there was one area River was never uncomfortable in, it was this.

She let her fingers glide against the railing, her gaze fixed on you. You, whose hair fell into your face, eyes glued to the page. You, whose eyes brightened as you trailed through a particular phrase, a particular moment in the story. You, whose breath caught as your eyes flickered up, locking onto her.

Now, River Song was no stranger to flirting, it was something she had grown quite good at. It was something that she lived – something that she breathed. For her, flirting was as innate to her as the curl of her hair, or the movement of her steps.

River weaved her voice into velvet, shaped it so the tones and decibels snaked around your frame. You shivered.

It was something she was good at.

“Hello darling.”

Flirting with you was fascinating. River’s skin itched when she saw you, the hairs on the back of her neck rising, her stomach curling. Your presence here was simple, wasn’t it. As natural as the steps you sat on, as inherent as the glow of the console, of the buttons and levers that lined its operation desk.

You belonged here.

So, River itched.

“Hey,” you smiled at her. “The Doctor’s out, getting some sort of…” your face screwed up slightly. “I’m not sure really, some sort of space supplies.”

River let herself smile – soft, coy – her cheeks barely stretching upwards. Flirting was easy when the person you were flirting with was attractive. There was more to complement, more she was willing to let her eyes linger on.

River mapped the way your nose wrinkled as you screwed up your face, sketched the structure of your smile into her mind. You were attractive, that much had always been easy for her to see.

But there was an ease about you. An action like that, the confusion, the “space supplies,” she knew it was the sort of thing the Doctor would find endearing. For a moment – only one, she wondered if you had said the same to him, if he had brightened, rambled through the opportunity to explain some new scientific thing.

That confusion, that naivety, was something River – more often than not – found boring. Sometimes sweet, perhaps, if she liked the person enough to give them that grace. For you, she found it neither sweet nor boring. River found you… peculiar.

It wasn’t unheard of – for River to be vexed. The Doctor did it to her all the time, as did that one Roman girl in Ancient Egypt. People where shapes, but they often fit. River could clearly sculpt the how’s and the why’s in the way people influenced her. But your little puzzle pieces didn’t slot into place, they weren’t neat, they chipped in the edges.

Fascinating.

“Well then,” River replied, letting the words roll like waves. “It’s a good thing I wasn’t looking for him then.”

And River watched. Your eyebrows folded together, a line creasing between them. Your hands ghosted over the book in your lap, bringing it to a close. Your eyes though – your eyes sparkled. Curious.

And that too, was interesting.

Because it was easy to flirt with someone when they were attractive. Easier still when River found them attractive. However, it was enjoyable – delicious – when they were curious. Lighting cracked through River’s frame, drawing her closer. Her smile grew, coy rising into smug, baring teeth. Your eyes widened a fraction, tracking the movement.

The lightning burned embers at Rivers feet.

“No, I’m perfectly happy spending time with you then, it’s…” her gaze moved to your lips, purposeful, before rising to your eyes. “…Interesting.”

You gave her a perplexed smile, the lines of it crooked, but the structure of it bright.

“Well,” you said, moving to stand. “It’s a nice surprise to see you too, River.”

River had always liked your voice. She liked how it sounded when it said her name. How your tongue wrapped around the vowels, how your teeth scraped against your bottom lip. There was such a personal way in which you held her name, not like it was grand, not like it was all important – or more important than you – which was something River could handle, something she knew. It wasn’t too intimate, accompanied by knowing eyes and an assessing hand.

It was simply… adoring. Like River was bright. Like if she did, she would be allowed to break.

The way you said her name was dangerous.

River flickered her gaze away from you, running her tongue over her upper lip. Her eyes found the walls behind you, marked with strange round things and soft orange lighting.

She itched.

Your voice coiled around River’s frame, pulling you back into focus.

“What’s the occasion?”

She hummed, turning back to you. River regarded you carefully the way your hair fell onto your shoulders, the way your eyes shone in the soft lights of the TARDIS’ interior. Your gaze was open, kind. It was curious.

Always bloody curious.

She lifted an eyebrow, schooling her features into a polished, charming smile. “Occasion?”

And you laughed. It was summer rain, dizzying and warm, showering over Rivers features. It was bright, sunlight peeling through the curtains and lining her skin. River’s smile cracked, went crooked in her delight.

River had always liked your voice – and she had always loved your laughter.

“Well normally,” you said, moving towards her when you spoke. “You’re not really the sort to appear for any old reason, and,” you gestured up and down her figure. “You’re in a very nice dress.”

Ah. The dress.

It would be a lie to say it wasn’t intentional.

River was proud of this find. She watched your eyes track the deep blue silk, the way it was wrapped tight around her frame. Your eyes moved over the skirt, which was long enough that it fell like water against River’s skin, making her look like she floated as she moved.

River wanted you to look, and revelled in the way your eyes widened as they fell onto the Moissanite crystals, each beaded against the sheer underlay on her torso, climbing against her arms and scattered across her chest.

River knew she looked good – elegant, even.

More importantly, she knew you liked what you saw.

Rivers eyes met yours, and she gave you a small smirk. A deep flush grew on your face, snaking down your neck.

You were caught.

“I had some event,” River waved a hand lazily, purposely skipping over the details. “I thought I’d have more fun here.”

And she was right. It was fun watching you like this. Your eyes were unfocused, flittering over everywhere except River – or at least, you attempted to. Your gaze kept falling back, lining over her figure, the folds of the dress, the curve of her skin.

You drummed an incomprehensible rhythm against your thigh, your other hand gripped tight on your book, knuckles white.

She liked holding your focus.

River wished you were easier to read, which was a testament, considering how open you were now. But it wasn’t true openness.

You were like the book you held deftly in your hand. Your surface – or cover, rather – was obvious. River could read the print on your skin, the thoughts you let bubble upwards, that you let mark you, that you let others see.

But the contents? The pages that laid out your thoughts, defined your personhood, lay trapped, twisted in your grasp. They weren’t for River to uncover, not yet.

Which was infuriating, in a way. Because there you were, so clearly flustered, mind short circuiting as you took in the fact that you found River attractive.

But then there were your eyes, the way they pierced into River’s skin, mixed into her blood and shattered her bones.

It was dangerous.

She opened her mouth to speak, toying with the way your eyes fell to her lips – ever so briefly. It was a terrible line. If she were anyone else, River would have groaned over the sheer arrogance of the question, cringed in the cliché.

But here, now, it felt apt.

“Like what you see?”

Your eyebrows flew to your hairline, face paling; your skin painted in the warm glow of your embarrassment. River wanted to see how deep she could get it to run. Wouldn’t it be fun to see your flushed collarbones.

You blinked, once. Twice. Processing the words.

And then, completely unexpectedly – you smiled. It twisted into a small, half-smirk, the kind of smile River would paint into her own features when she wanted to seem coy, when she wanted to seem falsely demure.

And there you were, smiling as you said, “Was I that obvious?”

Oh.

You were fascinating.

River brightened, truly, because wasn’t that delightful.

“Careful,” she warned, closing the space between you both. “You’re going to enable me.”

The orange lighting made you golden. River let herself memorise you, let herself really look at you – as if she hadn’t already.

It fractured out the why, the why she liked to look at you, the why she liked to tease you. The why she loved it when you pushed back.

The why was something River had never questioned. In her mind, it was obvious.  

You belonged.

Here, in the TARDIS, you belonged.

So casual, the sort that if you were anyone else, the small naïve, ignorant side of River, the side that was foolish enough to believe the Doctor actually loved her, would bubble on out in silent jealousy.

You, a pretty companion strolling on in, adored by both TARDIS and Doctor alike.

But River wasn’t jealous. She never really had been. Because this was the kicker.

Your kind eyes had mapped her, carved out a meaning that was nearly almost true.

Your smile caused lighting, and dazzled River as she itched to get closer.

You ran into adventure, and saw her, River song, with an earnest need to explore.

It was within River, that you also belonged.

It was you, your reciprocation of a bad joke with a witty, half-smug grin. It was you, your eyes curious, alight in interest under the soft light. It was you, defiant, dancing into a new adventure.

It was you, now standing less than a foot from River, eyes sparkling.

“Enable you?” You said, although it sounded like a challenge. “And what does enabling you cause?”

River itched.

Her hand ghosted toward you, and in silent response, you moved closer. In the orange glow, your face was so close to River’s that she could smell the mint of your gum, connect the faint freckles dusted on your nose.

River let her fingers graze against your face, she ran them against your jaw, settling for your chin. Your breathing hitched.

Touching you was magic. It was the whispers of old planets, of forgotten anthems of want and care and attraction.

Her thumb brushed your lower lip, a silent question.

You nodded.

If touching you was magic, kissing you restructured the Earth. A quiet gave way to a loud rush; wind on waves crashing into the cliffside. The ground trembled, the swaying skyscrapers crying as metal creaked and concrete cracked.

It was ringing, loud, vibrant. It forced the questioning, the danger, to fall away. And fall it did.

Your lips invited waves, crashing into Rivers own. It formed mountains. Rivers teeth pulled into your bottom lip and the earth climbed high with your sigh.

The wind wound into the currents, carving damns and mapping streams in hard earth. The waterways folded between you, your arm tracking it as it curled around River’s back, pulling her against you. The lakes pulled you undercurrent, taking your hand and weaving it into River’s hair.

Kissing you was passion. River’s head spun with the wind, floating into the atmosphere as the euphoria that was the soft whisper of her name fell from your parted lips. It was desperate, her fingers winding themselves to the base of your neck, her hand tight on your waist.

And so River kissed you again, then again, until her chest heaved and you were breathless.

Then, it was quiet. The sound of hers and your breath twirling between you both.

River eyed you carefully, at your mussed up hair, swollen lips, and bright – gleeful eyes. You grinned.

Your voice was light when you spoke. “Better than your event?”

River laughed, and in response, she kissed you again.

A/N^2: Let me know if you'd like to see more of River - this was fun!

#River Song x Reader #River x Reader #Doctor Who #DW

[sunnyy3d]

Shows/people I’ll write for! If it’s not in the list, I’d ask anyway

Criminal Minds

BBC Ghosts/the six idiots

Mathew Baynton^ (most any character he’s played)

The Last of Us

Spiderman

Star Wars/Pedro and Oscar

Stranger Things

Uncharted

Phantom of the Opera

Doctor Who (most of the doctors and maybe even some companions)

Ghost bc

Enola Holmes

Stormlight Archives (seriously, no one writes for this… so if you know a good one, please pass it over)

#fanfic #x reader #thomas thorne x reader #poe dameron x reader #steve harrington x reader #papa x reader #oscar issac x reader #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller x reader #ellie williams x reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #Nate drake x reader #nathan drake x reader #erik x reader #Humphrey bones x reader #Humphrey bone x reader #the doctor x reader #river song x reader #the master x reader #tewksbury x reader #tewkesbury x reader #mathew baynton #doctor who #stormlight archive #stormlight fanfic #kaladin stormblessed #shallan davar #adolin kholin #renarin kholin

[smartycvnt]

Can I please get a first date headcanon with River Song please?

The date comes after you've been hooking up with River for a while

She tells you that you can pick anywhere in the universe with a few exceptions

You take her back to your favorite childhood pizza place so she can try what you swore was the best pizza ever

After that, the two of you hang around the past for a bit doing things that you used to when you were younger

River doesn't mind spending that time with you, especially once she sees the look on your face

You get a little carried away with the games, but use all the tickets to buy River a stuffed animal from the shop after

Months later, you notice the toy sitting by her bed when River invites you over.

#river song x reader #doctor who x reader #doctor who headcanons #headcanons #hcs

[praxeus-13]

Would you write river x general neutral reader cuddling at night (nothing nsfw please) and river gets cuddly and soft, and she tells reader that everything is gonna be okay in the end? 👉👈 Just been having a rough time lately and really need her, haha

(or honestly any scenario of her being soft and comfy and cozy! She brings me so much comfort)

Darling

Pairing: River Song x Reader

Word Count: 850

Summary: See above

Warnings: None

For: Anon

A/N: Anon I am soooo sorry this took so long! I was having writer's block :( I hope you’re doing better now, and if not I hope this cheers you up!

You’d had worse than a bad day, worse than a bad week. At the very least you’d had a bad month. It was the annoying kind of bad month, where instead of having one or two big events to blame your emotional distress on, it was just many little things slowly adding up overtime. Today had just been the final straw, too many people bothering you at work, too many things not going right, you returned home completely exhausted.

Unfortunately, as you opened the door to your home, you saw the very last thing you needed right now - River’s TARDIS. Or rather, The Doctor’s TARDIS, that River had borrowed (stolen) away for the night. She’d show up randomly, drag you into the box with wild promises and give you the time of your life. However, while River did always take you where she said she would, your adventures often ended up with the two of you running from some sort of trouble - usually when she stole artefacts from wherever you were. River stood leaning against the TARDIS doors, a drink in her hand evidence that she’d raided your fridge, and as soon as she saw you she perked up.

“Ah, there you are darling, I was beginning to question whether I’d got the timing right. Now I have a lovely evening planned out for us-” River was clearly about to start her ‘sales pitch’, and usually you would be all ears, but tonight you interrupted.

“River, I’m sure that whatever you’ve got planned is lovely, but I’m really not in the mood. All I want to do is lie down and rest.” Part of you felt bad for saying no to her, but you knew that if you went with her you’d just feel worse.

River looked slightly shocked for a moment, before quickly recovering, “Well it’s not what I had planned, but I’d certainly be up for a night in if you need it.”

Now it was your turn to look shocked, “Uh, are you sure? I mean I’m really not up for anything, I’ve had a shitty few weeks.”

“Y/N, I love our adventures, but I love you more. So go change and have a shower while I make dinner.” She booped you on the nose before spinning on her heel and waltzing into your kitchen.

You stood there dumbfounded for a moment, before edging your way around the police box sat in your living room and heading towards your bedroom.

——

Just over half an hour later you stepped back into your living room with a new, comfier set of clothes on and damp hair. Enticed by the smells, you made your way towards your kitchen, stopping in the doorway to watch as River started to dish up. She caught sight of you and smiled as she added the sauce into the bowls of pasta.

“Go sit down darling, I’ll bring these through in a moment.”

You did as she asked, sitting on the sofa and starting to flick through Netflix to see the latest films available. Finding one that looked good, you put it on just as River handed you your food and sat down next to you.

“Thank you River, I really needed this.” You told her earnestly.

She laughed, “You haven’t even tried it yet darling.”

“I meant-“ You started to correct her, though she cut you off.

“I know, now eat your food and shush so we can watch this film.”

You smiled lovingly at her in response, obeying her command without protest.

Later, when your pasta was long gone and the movie credits were rolling on the screen, you were curled up in your lover’s arms contentedly. River reached forward to grab the remote and turned your TV off completely, before increasing her tight hold on you.

“You know you can always call me if you need, and I’ll come running.” She was speaking in a soft tone, one that you were sure could lull you to sleep.

“Are you sure? You seem to have a busy life, I don’t ever want to get in the way of that just because I’m feeling a bit down.” You replied groggily.

River grabbed your cheek and tilted your head to look at her, “If you need me, you call, I’m a time traveller remember?”

You nodded and laughed softly at the reminder. “Even if I just need you to tell me that everything’s gonna be okay in the end?”

“Especially if you need me to tell you that everything’s gonna be okay in the end.”

You hummed softly at the thought, life would always have it ups and downs, but it would be nice to have someone to brighten up your days when you were feeling down. Snuggling back into your previous position, you closed your eyes and listened to River’s heartbeat as you started to fall asleep.

“Y/N?” River’s voice was even softer now, and you simply hummed in response, “Everything will be okay in the end, I promise.”

You smiled to yourself, glad that you got the affirmation, before you finally fell asleep in your lover’s arms.

#river song x reader #river song #doctor who reader insert #river song x you

[sireditsalot4]

Exasperate

Character: River Song x Reader

Summary: The Doctor puts two and two together and finds out about you and River, River takes this as the perfect time to tick off the Doc.

“Are you two together?” The Doctor asks, looking between you and River. Shit. You came in here to tell the Doctor about you two being a thing, but I guess you don’t have to do that anymore. The silence tells the Doctor his answer. His face drops, realizing. “I made this happen,” You scoff. You can’t believe this man is trying to take credit for something you did all on your own. “You? How? You did nothing to make this happen.” “You’re my companion, I introduced you to River Song.” he argued.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” River teases. The Doctor stutters, mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out. “I hope this doesn’t bother you.” she adds. You’ve been the Doctor’s companion long enough to notice that River loves pushing this man’s buttons, and sometimes you love watching her do it. The Doctor levels dangerously close to River’s face, you can feel the heat of his stare and he wasn’t even looking at you. “How can something we’re both open to bother me, River?” He slightly shouted. “Doctor, I had no intention of you finding out like this. Honestly. We came in here to tell you, but you already figured it out.” You confessed. The Doctor straightened up and turned around to the center piece without saying a word. “What are you doing?”

“I’m taking you two anywhere you want, anywhere. You’re choice.’ You look to River. You shrug, “I’d like the 1800s, with a ball going on.” The Doctor punches in coordinates and pulls a lever. A few seconds later and humming you stop. “We’re here.”

You rush to the Tardis doors and open it to see that you are in a beautiful, rich room with drapes that are probably more expensive than your house and beautiful walls with carvings that look like they were craved by the gods. Hopefully no one comes in here. The Doctor ordered you and River to get dressed and that all night he’ll be your guys personal butler and body guard. He posed as a friend of the owner and luckily the owner wasn’t there to confirm it. Leaving you and River to dance almost all night.

#doctor who #river song x reader

[capybaraonabicycle]

Lavender's blue (Mels Zucker x Reader)

I finally wrote something fluffy for Mels!

Rating: Teen

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Words: ~ 5,700

Warnings: Some illegal activity (theft and trespassing and there is a short scene in a prison cell) and some light innuendo, descriptions of knife-like objects as weapons but no one is attacked, also non-sexual sensory deprivation

Summary: It is almost the end of the last year of school. History class is covering the Roman invasion of Britain. Spirits are high. The reader loves Mels, Mels loves the reader. They go on a (slightly illegal) date.

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Amy was walking next to you, a spring in her step, her voice brimming with busy determination.

“Rory has agreed to wear the soldier costume” she said “So we just need you to spruce up that text on roman gender roles and someone to make Mels finish - or rather start - her take on weaponry. Then there is no way Kaylee's stupid presentation will beat ours.”

“Hey, there is plenty of spruce in my text already!” you complained automatically.

“That is not a thing” Amy rolled her eyes at you. “And: No there isn't. You literally copied two lines out the textbook about how women were more likely to take care of the household, teach children and weren't allowed to vote. There is nothing spruced up about that.”

She might have had a point. If you were being honest, you weren't entirely sure what your text snippet had covered. During the lesson you had only half-heartedly been working on it - way more interested in Mels' jokes about roman orgies than your assignment. Way more interested in Mels than history lesson, period. Contrary to Amy, who for some reason had been excited by the prospect of yet another 'end-of-year-extra-credit-how-do-I-keep-my-pupils-occupied'-presentation project, this time on the roman empire, or roman life and culture in your case.

But you were nothing if not a good friend - and slightly terrified of Amy's wrath- so you graciously agreed: “Fine. I will write you a piece about how Romans already performed full body Brazilians if that's what you want, Pond.”

“See: That line is gold” Amy nodded with satisfaction. “Keep that in.”

“Why is this so important to you anyway?” you asked. You had thought you were all on the same page about history taught by Mr. Hilbert: It was necessary to be passed for your nearing A-levels, but that was about the amount of effort it was worth. Rory still studied and helped you all to get through, but neither one of Amy, Mels or you had ever been paying a lot of attention to it. And when it came to you, you were very okay to spend the time you got for the project flirting with Mels.

“It's the first topic in history class that interests me: Invasion of the Hot Italians!” Amy explained with great flourish and a wicked smile.

“Is that the title of our presentation?”

Amy beamed. “You bet it is.”

You chuckled, fully convinced now to invest yourself in the project if brought her that much joy.

“Fine, I promise to make an effort” you said, remembering something you had read the other day. “As long as you allow me to put in a bit on transgender Romans? There was this really interesting article in National Geographic.”

Amy stopped suddenly, grabbing your shoulders and staring at you with wide eyes.

“Y/N. That. Would. Be. Perfect” she said, stressing each word individually. “And if you could get Mels to hand in something?”

That was a bit more of a difficult request.

“I’m not sure I can do that” you admitted. “But I promise I will do my very best to convince her to take the 'Julius Caesar was not stabbed earlier because the Doctor wasn't there to initiate it' line out.”

Mr. Hilbert had given you a flowchart for the project and Mels only contribution had been to immediately write down something along those lines. When Amy had tried to throw the sheet away and ask for a new one, she had been denied, so for now her imaginary childhood friend was still part of the presentation.

Amy grimaced. At least she seemed more amused by Mels’ antiques now than during the lesson. “Wasn't it 'Julius Caesar died because the Doctor didn't save him'?”

“Not sure” you frowned in concentration, trying to recall the flowchart. “But I believe Mels should be in favour of the empire crumbling? She is very anti-autocrative figures.”

“Didn't she have a thing for Cleopatra though?” Amy asked but you just shrugged.

“Just another reason to wish Caesar gone.”

You had reached the crossing where you would normally split up and stopped idly, not ready to say goodbye yet.

Amy wrung her hands. “Well, it would be great if the Doctor did not make an appearance in my- uh our presentation.”

“I'll try my best” you promised again.

“I'm sure she'll listen to you” Amy nodded optimistically. “She loves you.”

You felt yourself smile. “She does, doesn't she?”

It was all new, you and Mels. Barely three weeks ago, she had suddenly taken the first step and asked you out. Three weeks that you had spent with nothing else than making googly eyes at each other as Amy liked to point out. You didn’t care that she was mocking you, you were too happy. Having been crushing on Mels for literal years the current state still felt acutely like a dream come true.

Amy snorted good-naturedly. “To a fault. Hey, I bet you two'll be voted 'endgame couple' in the yearbook.”

Saying that she elbowed you lightly as if she was letting you in on a secret. You however could only raise an eyebrow sceptically.

“We will not. We're way too unpopular in school” you argued.

Amy shrugged. “Well, Rory and I have voted for you.”

“Shouldn't you vote for yourselves?” It was out before you could hold yourself back. You bit your tongue, silently cursing your faulty impulse control and praying Amy would overhear your slip up. As much as you shared Mels conviction that your friends were meant for each other, you didn’t want to meddle. Unfortunately, Amy was not heading your voiceless plea.

“What do you mean?” she asked with a frown.

“Nothing” you hurried to say. “Forget I said anything…So I will get home I guess and work on roman gender roles, see you tomorrow?”

Okay, maybe you were just trying to get out of the conversation. But you really should be getting home, too, if only because Mels had been calling your landline every night for the last weeks and you were hoping it would be the same today.

“Alright” Amy agreed, hugging you tightly. “Take care, Y/N.”

“You too” you grinned, waving before turning to make your way home.

Having barely taken ten steps down the street, you recognised a familiar figure squatting on top of a little garden wall on your side of the road. You reckoned normal people would be a bit disturbed if their girlfriend – who had stayed behind at school and was supposed to be having a Spanish period right now – snuck past them and their friend on their way home to wait until said friend had left and greet them as a slightly threatening, ominous figure on a garden wall, playing with a fidget spinner they had transformed into a shuriken nonetheless. But then, normal people probably wouldn’t date Mels.

In any case, the feeling flooding your stomach at her sight was far from unease and a whole lot more pleasant.

“Mels!” you greeted her, beaming. “Good to see you. Amy has just given me the very strict instruction to make you work on the presentation.”

She smirked, pocketing the shuriken.

“That would not be half as exciting as what I have planned.” She jumped down from the wall and strolled towards you, reaching for your hand. “I want to take you on a date tonight.”

“But you can't tell Amy or Rory anything” she added hurriedly, intertwining your fingers and looking searchingly into your eyes. “Promise?”

You guessed her hesitation to inform your friends wouldn’t have anything to do with the presentation. Mels was usually very upfront about not caring about school, even when Amy, Rory and you did. You frowned thoughtfully.

“That sounds moderately concerning” you admitted. “How illegal are we talking?”

Mels chuckled. “It's not... more illegal than usual.”

“Why are you so insistent I don't tell them then?” you asked, reaching out with your free hand to caress Mels’ cheek. Like always, she immediately leaned into the touch.

“It's just something I am not ready to share yet” she said quietly and you got the feeling that she was uncharacteristically coy about it, shy almost. Whatever it was, Mels seemed to not be sure about it, as unbelievable as that sounded. And still she was inviting you, trusting you.

You bit your lip. “But you’re sharing it with me?”

“Yeah...” she pulled a face and lightly hit your front. “Don't you dare go all soppy on me now!”

You couldn’t help it, you had to take her face into your hands and kiss her. When you pulled back, she looked incredulous, like she couldn’t quite believe she deserved this. It was not the first time you had seen this expression on her but she kept insisting, it didn’t mean what you thought it did. Well, you had decided you would just make sure to make her feel like she did deserve you with all your might.

“Promise, you won’t get us into trouble this time?” you asked, already knowing what her answer would be.

“How dull would that be?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a grin. “Promise me then you won’t push me into a sewer again?”

“A sewer?!” Mels eyes widened in mock exasperation. “Honey, I pushed you into the canal! There is a difference, thank you very much.”

“You pushed me right next to a pipe that looked suspiciously sewer-y” you pointed out. “And have you seen Leadworth’s canal? My sneakers still smell like a dog who rolled in a freshly-fertilised field.”

“Did save you from getting arrested” Mels mused, way too satisfied with herself and you felt the strong urge to kiss that smug smile from her face.

Instead, you flicked one of her braids teasingly. “So, what? You want me to thank you now?”

She considered you for a moment, definitely more for show than anything (she had to know what it did to your heart when she looked at you this intently). Then she shook her head slowly.

“No” she said with that slightly deeper voice that never failed to make your legs feel like jelly. “I want you to thank me tonight. On our date.”

She cradled your hand in hers again, then glanced up at you through her lashes. “Deal?”

It would be so easy to give in. Too easy.

“I still haven’t agreed I owe you thanks” you managed to say, even though it came out rather hoarsely.

Mels smirked at the way your breathing had acquired a ragged undertone, caressing your throat lightly with the back of her free hand. You held your breath. She chuckled. “Haven’t you?”

You burst out laughing, partly at her arrogance, partly out of nervousness, and slapped her hand away. “You are incorrigible!”

“I know” Mels agreed without a hint of shame. “It’s why you love me.”

She had said it light-heartedly, considered it a joke, probably. But your mood switched instantly.

“It is” you confirmed earnestly. “Among other things.”

Mels froze, a fearful expression flickering over her face, so quickly you almost missed it. But when she forced back a smile onto her lips and cheerful cheek into her voice, neither of those pretends were convincing anymore. “Didn’t I tell you not to get soppy?”

It puzzled you, how it seemed so hard for her to accept your love when she kept demanding it freely.

“Maybe, I am incorrigible, too” you said softly, and Mels gulped. Then a tentative hope crept into her eyes.

“Seems, like we make quite a team” she offered.

“Seems like it” you agreed, pressing her hand.

Mels cleared her throat and let go of your hand, suddenly in a hurry to put some distance between you.

“I need to go” she announced. “But I will pick you up at eight. Don’t leave me waiting!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” you promised.

“You’d better not” she grinned, “’cause I’ll be bringing sickles.”

“’Sickles’?” you repeated, confused, but Mels just blew you a kiss, waved and skipped away.

You chuckled quietly to yourself. Well, it was not the first weird weapon she had used to threaten you with, and you guessed it would not be the last. But whatever kind of date she had planned, you knew you were in for an adventurous evening.

-

Mels picked you up exactly at eight, punctual on the second as she always was when she wanted to be. She did not greet you with a sickle or shuriken but a silky blindfold. Your teasing remarks ignoring she made sure it was fasted securely before helping you onto her motorcycle. It was thrilling, riding through the complete darkness, the wind howling around the thick helmet and the roaring of the engine deafening you so that your grip on her leather jacket remained the only sense anchoring you to reality. When you stopped after an immeasurable time period and had taken off the helmet, your hands immediately reached up to undo the blind fold. However, Mels’ gentle touch on your wrist held you back.

“Wait a moment, darling” she whispered. “Let me surprise you.”

She helped you off the motor cycle onto mushy ground. Something tickled your ankle and you jumped.

“Where are we?” you whispered, grabbing onto Mels’ arm so as not to lose your balance. She wrapped the other one around your waist, pulling you close.

“You’ll see” she hummed close to your ear and you rolled your eyes.

“I swear, if you trying to surprise me will land me in the ER…” you murmured while you started moving on unsteady feet. There were quite a lot of things at ankle to knee height and some of them were rather prickly. You assumed you were walking through a forest. The cracking of things under your feet and quiet sounds of owls, wind rustling leaves and a faraway highway were backing up that theory.

“Oh, shut up, you are loving this” Mels huffed and you couldn’t suppress a grin.

“It is a tad more exciting than ‘Netflix and Chill’, yes” you admitted and she hummed non-committally.

“Then again, we have never done ‘Netflix and Chill’ before” she argued. “Might turn out to be loads of excitement with me.”

You sighed and almost surprised yourself by how dreamily it sounded. “I bet you could turn even ‘Netflix and Chill’ into a dangerous car chase with a questioningly legal side quest.”

“You know I take that as a challenge” Mels chuckled and you conceded:

“I would expect nothing less, dear.”

“Okay, here we are” Mels stopped you with her palm against your stomach. “Hang on a second.”

Her arms left you and you heard her rummage through her backpack. Then she pressed something heavy with a wooden base into your hand.

“Careful with that” she breathed, then went to untie the blindfold. You knew her well enough to heed that advise. So you did not dare to move your arms before you could see what you were holding.

It was a sickle; an old, rusty sickle with a serrated, curved blade that shimmered dimly in the feeble light. You gulped.

“Mels?” you choked out. “What is this?!”

“I told you I was bringing sickles” she shrugged and when you looked at her, you saw that she was holding one of her own. You couldn’t make out her features properly but assumed she was sporting an amused expression at your shock. Her voice sounded entertained at least.

“Relax!” she told you, reaching for your free hand. “We're not killing anyone... Or anything.”

“Ideally” she added as an afterthought and your slightly settled heart jumped into your throat again.

“Ideally?!” you shrieked.

“Sorry, context:” Mels coughed, pressing your hand reassuringly. “We're using the sickles to harvest.”

She used her sickle to gesture before her. You were standing next to an open field of knee-high plants, as you realised now. “And if we do it right, we won't kill the plants. That's all. No murder involved…this time.”

“Are you taking me on a foraging date?” you asked, slowly catching up.

“Nah, we're stealing from a farm” she grinned. “But same thing, I guess.”

“Aw, Mels!” Now this was just sweet. And a lot more your thing than any other possible activity involving sickles. At least so you hoped.

Mels voice suddenly turned sharp. “If you laugh, I will break up with you. I'm not even kidding.”

“I would never laugh at you” you promised. “And definitely not when you are holding a sharp sickle.”

“Good call.”

Mels lead you onto the field that turned out to consist entirely of lavender plants. She took out a white canvas, spreading it in between two rows of lavenders and gesturing for you to sit down on top. Then she carefully explained to you how to cut the stems, making sure you understood where to grab the flowers and how to hold the sickle as not to cut yourself. It looked very easy when she did it but your first tries turned out rather clumsy. Still, you immediately felt the calming effect of the activity. The feeling of the hard and delicate stems in your hand, the pervasive smell of lavender in the air, the silence of the rural night, the repetitive movements, Mels’ familiar presence at your side as she cut the stems with deadly precision.

“You are scary good at this” you remarked, a little rueful for disturbing the silence.

“Well” Mels mused, glancing at you without faltering in her swift movements. “It's not so different from decapitating goons. As you know I'm a secret superhero, so I've had practice. I would tell you more but then I'd have to kill you with this sickle. Like I did with Andrew and Sabrina yesterday.”

“I know you are joking but at least half of our class actually believes stuff like that” you said, stopping in your work to admire her skill instead. “And I'm still undecided which side I'm on.”

“My side, I hope.” Mels gathered a larger bundle of flowers, expertly fastening them together with a hair tie.

“Always” you smiled. You went to cut the next handful, but stopped again, looking back at her. “Why are you really this good at lavender harvesting, then?”

She shrugged. “I've come here before, watched the other patrons pay horrendous amounts of money to be allowed to do this. But they got shown how to cut the stems, so now I know it too. And then I stole some sickles and practiced on my own at night.”

Her voice turned teasing again. “All so I could impress you with my skills.”

Well, she had definitely excelled at the impressing part. Or maybe that was just her and you would be impressed by anything she did. Now, that was a thought too embarrassing to bring up in the middle of a field.

“I would never have guessed you were into farming” you said instead. “But it suits you. I like it.”

“I guess I've found it rewarding to do stuff with my hands” she admitted. “And calming somehow. To concentrate on a simple task. And then have something beautiful in the end. There's something to it.”

You knew exactly what she meant, but before you could say so, Mels shook her head.

“I don't know” she huffed. “It sounds stupid when I say it out loud.”

“It really doesn't” you asserted, tapping lightly against her side. “Hey, maybe you could do something like this after we've finished school!”

She stopped, the sickle resting on the stems. She looked at you, then back at her hands.

“I have honestly been thinking about that” she said quietly. “Don't laugh, but-“

She stopped herself again and you reached out to touch her arm. “You know I would never.”

Mels breathed out loudly. “I've thought about studying archaeology.”

You blinked. “Archaeology? I can actually picture it.”

“Yeah, you into that?” Mels chuckled and that low and flirty tone was back in her voice, chasing the precious vulnerability away.

“You as Indiana Jones?” you asked, suppressing a shiver that the mental image sent down your spine. “Definitely.”

She hummed contentedly and continued cutting the plants. “Well now I have to do it.”

You smiled, but couldn’t let the subject drop before she knew how earnest you were in supporting her.

“Seriously though Mels” you reaffirmed. “I think, it's a great idea.”

“Hm” she shrugged “Well it's not gonna happen anyway. But it's fun to dream sometimes.”

“Of course, it can happen” you insisted. “You just have to make a little effort and you will sail through the A-levels. You are incredibly smart, Mels.”

“Is that your pitch to make me work on Amy's presentation?” she laughed too brightly. “Nicely played.”

“No, I am serious” you tried again. “I really believe- ”

“Come on, you've got to look at that sky!”

Mels suddenly dropped her sickle, throwing herself at you and toppling you over. Your sickle fell out of your hands too and you were lucky neither of you got injured. Mels came to lay on your chest but she didn’t give you an opportunity to recover, her lips hungrily claiming yours. Your eyes closed of their own accord, your hands wandered into her hair and then you found yourself sighing into her mouth while you enjoyed the feeling of her weight pressing you into the soft, canvas covered grass, grounding you. After a while, she pulled back, her smile hovering a few centimetres above you.

“I thought I should be looking at the sky” you said hoarsely.

Mels chuckled, her eyes never allowing yours to stray away. “Aren't you?”

You snorted. “You are so conceited.”

“You love it.”

She pressed another soft kiss to your lips, then she rolled off you and climbed into the next row between lavender bushes. With a sigh she let herself fall onto her back, disappearing behind the plants. Something shuffled through the leaves towards you and you had almost shied away when you realised it was her hand, searching for yours. You intertwined your fingers, your gaze finally straying to the sky. It was very clear and millions of stars were twinkling down at you. Mels had been right, it was quite a sight.

Your caressed the back of her hand with your thumb and pleaded: “Explain the constellations to me again?”

“Alright” Mels agreed. Her voice was very clear, as if she was right next to you and not separated by the bushes. “You seeing Ursa Major?”

“Hang on...” you scanned the sky. “Yeah, found it.”

“Well done” Mels praised and you bit your lip. “So, if you follow the axis in the back upwards then...”

“I get to the north star” you remembered proudly. “Found that one too.”

“You seeing the Orion Belt as well?”

“Was that the one that looks like a W?” You had to admit the memories of Mels last lesson on astronomy were rather vague from this point forth.

“No, that's the Cassiopeia” Mels corrected patiently. “The Orion Belt are three bright stars in a line, Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka.”

You scanned the sky but quickly decided that you did not know which stars she meant. “I can't find them.”

“That's because at this time of night they are only visible later in autumn” she explained.

“Mels!” you complained, reaching over with your free hand to slap her arm playfully.

“I'm sorry” she said, sounding not sorry at all. “But Cassiopeia is there, can you see her?”

“Yeah” you smiled, tracing the slightly skewed ‘W’ with your eyes.

Mels continued explaining constellations to you, letting you search for them and making sure you had found the right one before moving on. You reached for one of the bouquets you had created from the lavender, smelling the little buds and picking at broken stems while you listened. Her hand in yours was warm, her voice dancing through the air, almost making you believe the stars were only shining for the two of you tonight.

“They are so beautiful” you murmured after Mels had drawn out the Swan’s flight along the milky way for you. She hummed in agreement.

“Imagine if you are travelling through space” she mused, “they will look differently all the time because you are changing your position relative to the stars. You can't even use star signs to navigate. Nor the cardinal directions, obviously.”

“I've never thought about that” you admitted, impressed.

“I have” Mels said. “Loads. Imagine if you are also traveling in time, the stars will keep rotating and exchanging places. How would you begin to know where you are? You get dizzy even thinking about it.”

Oh. Now that sounded familiar.

“Is this about the Doctor again?” you asked.

Mels didn’t even seem to have heard you. “He must have some sort of inner compass. Something that always tells him exactly where and when he is. Or at least his ship must have it. Otherwise, he'd constantly be lost.”

She chuckled but it sounded petty. “Maybe he is.”

“Mels...” you started, unsure, what to say. You still didn’t know why she was so hung up on Amy’s imaginary childhood friend. Especially since Amy herself preferred not to speak about him.

“I think I might have it as well” she continued, still ignoring you. “A feeling for it all. It feels like it's dormant, but if I could just concentrate enough, I could feel it. All that time. All that space. The gravity pulling it all into order.”

It seemed to you as if she believed in those ideas. More strongly than in possibilities of studying archaeology at least.

“Do you think there is a difference between gravity and love?” she asked and despite yourself you smiled. Because after all, why not? Why shouldn’t you call that pull you felt towards her ‘gravity’?

“Right now?” you asked. “No.”

“Me neither.”

Mels pulled at your hand and then she suddenly emerged over the lavender blossoms again. She climbed back on top of you, sitting up and looking at the sky. Her eyes were shimmering like the stars themselves were reflected in them. She looked down at you and her hands reached out for your face, as if on instinct. No, not for your face, for your temples. For some reason you got the strangest feeling, like something important would happen once she touched you. Your breath caught in your throat.

Suddenly, Mels froze, her hands hovering in the air. She jumped, covered slightly and looked around. And then you could hear it, too. Barking. A voice. A faint light flickered over the top of Mels head, only a second. A flashlight.

“The farmer” you whispered in unison.

Mels wide eyes caught yours again and both of you burst out giggling. The voice grew louder, the barking closer, you started hearing heavy steps. The flashlight flickered your way again, your heartbeat picked up.

“I knew, this was going to end this way” you snickered, while Mels pulled you up and you hurried to gather canvas, lavender bouquets and sickles in your arms while never letting go of the other’s hand. “It always does with you.”

“Oh, shut up, honey” Mels snorted, pulling you away from the dark, harsh silhouettes blustering your way. “Shut up and run.”

-

“Do you remember our lavender date?” River asked you one night.

You were lying together on the cot in her cell. Which meant you were mostly lying on top of your wife, as the small frame barely admitted one person. River was right, Stormcage could definitely improve its hospitality for visitors. Strange, it was almost as if they didn’t plan for overnight stays of spouses.

Your head had been resting on her belly, your hand drawing lazy patterns onto the skin where her shirt had ridden up. But now you raised to your elbow, squinting up at her.

“Of course,” you said. “It was the first time you told me you were becoming an archaeologist.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “You remember that?”

“Yeah” you nodded. “It was the first time you talked about your future in a positive way. It gave me hope.”

The right corner of your mouth twitched cheekily as you added: “Also, I might have a thing for archaeologists.”

She laughed and the sound vibrated against your chest. “I'm sure you do, Love.”

“I even kept my bouquet” you said. “Dried it and hung it up. It's on the wall in my TARDIS room now, actually. I liked looking at it and imagining you – Mels, I mean - could come travel with us during those first days.”

She smiled. “I made mine into a moth pillow. Well, I had Dad make it into one. I'm not too skilled with a sewing machine.”

“Don't remind me” you groaned. “I am still mourning that top.”

“Would you like to go back?” River asked, reaching out to caress your cheek.

“To you trying to fix my clothes?” you frowned. “Darling, I mean this the nicest way but I won't ever let you near my clothes again when you are holding yarn and needles.”

She rolled her eyes, slapping your cheek lightly.

“To the lavender field” she clarified. “To the night of our date.”

“Crossing our own timestreams you mean?” you teased.

She shrugged innocently with one shoulder. “I'm not telling the husband if you aren't.”

“You're a very bad girl, River Song” you smirked.

“Only for you” she purred. You knew she was aware you had always been unable to resist that voice. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Ten minutes and one ride via vortex manipulator later you were watching your younger selves flee their scene of crime hand in hand. You distantly remembered thinking that you might get Mels to work on the presentation with you after all while disappearing into the forest. You had been very wrong.

“You know you saved me back then?” River asked, interrupting your reminiscing. “Probably saved the Doctor, too, come to think of it.”

“I didn't do anything?” you wondered, leaning into her and resting your head on her shoulder. “And I remember precisely that you saved yourself and him. And countless other people since then.”

She slung an arm around your waist and you remembered how Mels had also loved to do that back in the day.

“You loved me” River said, “when I was convinced, I could never be loved. Not by my parents, not by Kovarian, definitely not by the Doctor. Not even by myself. You showed me that there was good in this world. Even for someone like me.”

“Amy and Rory loved you too!” you insisted, pressing a kiss against her shoulder. “Very much.”

“But they didn't know me” she argued. “They didn't know who I was.”

“Neither did I?”

“Yes, you did” she said. “You loved Mels. And that was all I had to be for you. Amy and Rory loved Mels but I was their daughter and I was convinced, had they known, they would have hated me.”

She sighed. “They do hate me a bit now that they know. I don't blame them. And they try not to show. But of course, they do. Hadn't I been myself, they might have had a daughter.”

“River...” you looked up, searching for words of comfort in her familiar face, but she didn’t give you time to find them.

“It's okay” she smiled sadly. “I just wanted to say: to you knowing who I was did not change anything, not really. And I knew that before. And that was so important. You were the one person whose life I wasn't destroying. The one person for who being myself - being Mels - was enough. The only person I could love fully and whose love did not taste bitter in return.”

She reached out to cup your face. “That gave me so much strength. And I think it gave me the ability to believe in what the Doctor was offering. That there was another way for me. That I wasn't a monster. That I could be loved. Because I already was. Unconditionally. With everything I was.”

Tears were glimmering in her eyes and you gulped. “I did not realise...”

“Of course, you didn't” her thumb ran over your cheek in gentle caresses. “But in a way your love was one of the things that made me decide to save him in Berlin. Which in turn saved me. And it helped me get through the time before. So, thank you.”

“Thank you” you said. “For trusting me enough to rely on me.”

She pressed a kiss to your lips and when she pulled back, her smile had turned playful.

“So...” she drawled, nodding towards the field. “How about we see if we can enrage that farmer further?”

You grinned. “You think they will recognise me?”

“I doubt it” she said, “but I sure hope so.”

“It would definitely blow their mind” you chuckled.

River shrugged. “They might believe you to be your own child... Or grandchild.”

She winked at you and you gasped in mock exasperation.

“Watch it, Song!” you warned, pinching her arm.

“Come on, Dear” she crooned, enveloping you in her arms again. “You know I like the gray on you.”

“I do” you pulled back to smile at her. “And I like that we look the same age again.”

“Same apparent age and same mental age” River agreed. “Shame those two don't match up, though.”

“How do you mean?” you asked.

“Well, we're still behaving like teenagers” she explained, offering you another wink, “snogging in a field of lavender.”

“Ah” you understood, nodding sagely, “shame for the farmer then, not for us.”

“Obviously” River grinned. “Shame for them. Us two? We are brilliant.”

“Yeah, we are” you sighed happily, stepping back but pulling her with you by her hand. “Let's go steal some lavender, then? You still carry those sickles around?”

She snorted, following you onto the fragrant field. “Of course. What kind of a woman doesn't?”

Thank you so much for reading! Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated ❤

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So, after meeting River Song in season 4, I've decided to make this, for people to request what they want in a one shot or two shot with River song and the doctor [I love Polyamorous stories with these two, but there are barely any and I wanna make a lot of them. I already have an OC named Sage who is for both of them, I only did one chapter tho].

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