This week in “stupid thoughts I have had”:
River Song singing “Fly Me to the Moon” to The Doctor (like, any incarnation of The Doctor).
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This week in “stupid thoughts I have had”:
River Song singing “Fly Me to the Moon” to The Doctor (like, any incarnation of The Doctor).
Summary: In which River is a bad ass and the doctor finds that it kind of turns him on. Title: Howl Fandom: Dr. Who Focus/Pairing: River Song, River/Eleven Spoilers: Through end of season 7 Song: Howl by Florence and the Machine A/N: I found this on my old laptop. It was not quite finished (and the original file was lost) so I gerry rigged the end to publish it. Working on something new soon!
"And they both lived happily..."
Sudden ElevenxRiver feels
So, when you tell a person something from their future, that thing is fixed. It has to happen. When River was about to die in the library, she told Ten about the singing towers and how they would live adventures together. She was making sure their times together could not be rewritten. But making sure those times would not be rewritten also meant losing any possibility that the Doctor would find a way not to let her die in the library. She’d rather die for the Doctor than live without him.
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“In all the years I’ve known you, I never thought that your boredom could exhaust my libido, but you managed it. Congratulations.” In which the Doctor and River have been stuck in the TARDIS for over a week and River needs sleep, but the Doctor is still bored.
One of my Eleven/River fics I actually managed to post. It's basically just a bunch of fluff
I can’t let you die without knowing you are loved — by so many and so much — and by no one more than me. [x]
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