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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eleventh Doctor/River Song Characters: Eleventh Doctor, River Song, Rory Williams, Amy Pond (Doctor Who) Additional Tags: this is mostly smut, and christmas fluff, post episode: the doctor the widow and the wardrobe Summary:

Now that he had arrived at the little blue door and seen his old friends face-to-face, now that his secret about not being dead was no longer a secret (not that it had been for very long, it seemed), he was feeling quite beside himself with cheerfulness. Shaking his head to alleviate his slightly rambling thoughts, the Doctor started making his way after Amy and Rory before ducking into the dining room to see for himself that they had indeed set an extra place for him. In fact there were two extra places set. They hadn’t mentioned anyone else coming for dinner, but then again, he’d only been inside the house for all of thirty seconds.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eleventh Doctor/River Song, Twelfth Doctor/River Song, The Doctor/River Song Characters: Eleventh Doctor, Twelfth Doctor, River Song Additional Tags: river song secret santa, (with a little bit of angst) Summary:

Kissing the Doctor would give an answer to the question of if he cared for her at all.

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for @aralisj, a fanmix about Twelve and River on Darillium, and they lived…

They think of their last date as a waltz, a long walk through loss and healing, a deterioriation of mourning and pleasure, the making of a casualty and memories. Their intimacy is bargained and their fears are dilapidated.

They will come out of Darillium with scars in the shape of their memories. The mud on the battlefields of Trenzalore will be nothing compared to their footprints on Darillium, folded again and again onto the sole of their feet.   

Laurent Perez Del Mar - Love In The Sky / Constance - Tender Fools / Woodkid feat. Son Lux - Central Park / IMANY - Kisses in The Dark / The National - I Need My Girl / Sébastien Tellier - La Ritournelle / Johnny Flynn and Laura Marling - The Water / Ji Nilsson - Encore / Dry the River - New Ceremony (Acoustic) / Kate Bush - Moments of Pleasure / Lamb - Wise Enough / Laurent Perez Del Mar - I Will Stay With You

suan.fm

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Bet she would have taken the holographic antlers in stride. My secret santa gift for fellow River Song fan desperately-nerdy.

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“Time spent reading, like time spent loving, increases our lifetime.”

― Daniel Pennac, Reads like a novel

for @aralisj​, a River/Clara fic and moodboard. Happy late Rivermas ! I hope the new year will bring you much joy and surprise.

images credit at the end of the post

the sky stopped, no less

It starts about a week into the preparations for her very first year as a teacher. Clara manages to convince herself this is less for her own distraction and more for conveying a sense of reality to classes about a bunch of dead people who were telling to children their story, but in dead words plucked from dead times.

“Mary Shelley? Again?” the Doctor squawks, cleaning the console buttons, although from her perspective it looks like he’s playing with them. “Honestly, I don’t know if I want to.”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eleventh Doctor/River Song Characters: River Song, Eleventh Doctor, Mr. Clever Additional Tags: I’m not sure what this is. Mostly smut and angst, and if you squint at the end there’s a little bit of fluff. kinda, Episode rewrite: Nightmare in Silver Summary:

She’s had worse dates, all things considered. Though, River must admit, when the Doctor promised her “a screaming good time,” an out-of-service theme park infested with Cybermen wasn’t exactly what she had in mind.

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Before Midnight // River Song Secret Santa for @amillionmillionvoices: 2/3 // Playlist [x] // Ref [x]

1920s Escapade (this is my favorite playlist of the three tbh)

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The Doctor: River, not one person on this ship, not one living thing is worth you. River: Or you.

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River Song Secret Santa for @thespacehairandthespaceidiot Part 2

The end of The Angels Take Manhattan + a missing scene :) 

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River Song Secret Santa, part 2

Happy New Year, @thesongandthesunset! I did mention this was coming, it’s just a little ficlet but I hope you enjoy our lovebirds being cute together. I posted this on AO3 but figured it’s not too long so the full thing is here too :)

Midnight Sun

Pairing: Thirteen x River Genre: Fluff Rating: G Words: 1112 Summary: The Doctor finally finds River at a New Year’s party after looking for her all night. It is River’s first time seeing the Doctor’s brand new body, and on top of that, it’s the Doctor’s first time seeing River since Darillium. The Doctor thought she would never get to feel her wife close to her again, but fate might have a different idea.

“So. New year, new me. What do you think?” The Doctor stands before River, open and anticipatory, making space for herself amid the throng of rowdy party guests. Her wife’s eyes scan over her new form with an intensity that is usually reserved for guns and particularly fascinating artifacts. The Doctor feels studied, examined, but welcomes it with a certain fervor. She wants River to look at her and see her, like she didn’t for so long the last time.

This time, for some reason, River knows who she is almost immediately. The scrutiny fades into recognition, and the Doctor lets out a sigh of relief as River smiles. “Hello, sweetie,” River says, her voice low and sultry as she steps closer. She reaches out to touch a sample of the Doctor’s new hair, which, despite its sporadic tangles, still manages to be quite soft. “Well, I can’t say this is all completely unexpected, but it is a very welcome change.”

As River’s hands explore the Doctor’s new body—tracing her jawline with tender touch, trailing down to the dip above her collarbone—the Doctor attempts to determine where River is in her timeline. Judging from the shape of her face and the way she wears her hair, the Doctor concludes she is on the later side of middle days: she hasn’t yet met the Doctor’s previous self, but has spent a good deal of time with the one before that. So River knows her quite well at this point, but she doesn’t know everything. Specifically, she doesn’t know about the amazing twenty-four years they spent together on Darillium, which means the Doctor will have to speak carefully.

Yes, she will definitely have to concentrate hard to avoid misspeaking, because the truth is, River is constantly on her mind. At the time, the Doctor had thought their moments on Darillium would be the last they’d ever spend together. So she’d treasured each one even more deeply, making sure she’d never, ever forget them. She’s afraid that if the memories fall too far back in her mind, they will slip away entirely. Rationally, she knows River Song is not one to be forgotten easily, but even so, that fear is the undercurrent of the nights the Doctor spends awake, reminiscing about their domestic bliss. Each minute of remembering is a minute less of forgetting.

Maybe River, through the Doctor’s recollections, could be just as real as she was for all those years. Right now the Doctor can’t help feeling that she’s actually willed her back to life.

River’s hands have come to rest on the Doctor’s waist, pushing the trench coat out of the way so she could burrow inside. Her thumbs softly stroke up and down the fabric of the Doctor’s shirt. “What is it, Doctor?” she asks. Her eyebrows knit together fractions of a centimeter, searching the Doctor’s face for a hint as to what she’s feeling.

The Doctor places her hands on River’s shoulders and gives them a small rub. They begin to sway absentmindedly to the music that’s playing a few rooms over. Outside, the sky is still light, and she loves the way it glints golden in River’s eyes. The Doctor finds herself scanning the room for a clock, out of habit. It’s seventeen minutes into the new year, but then she realizes that their time together now is boundless. She doesn’t feel the weight of a twenty-four-year clock pressing down on her; instead, she feels light and free.

“You remember the feeling of regeneration, don’t you?” the Doctor asks. River nods. “Did you ever notice that things felt… I don’t know, different somehow?”

River considers this. “I guess, maybe—wait, are you trying to tell me that I don’t feel the same to you anymore? Because if that’s what you mean, Doctor, then I can assure you—”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean, not quite.” The Doctor gives River’s shoulders another rub just to make sure she knows what she’s trying to say. “You, River, you feel the same. I think you always will. It’s not the way you feel that’s different, it’s just… the way I feel you has changed.”

River leans her forehead against the Doctor’s. They both realize that it feels even more natural than it had in the past, now that they’re nearly the same height. “I think I might know what you mean. Tell me more.”

“It’s like… the nerve endings have all rearranged themselves, or something. That would make sense, wouldn’t it? New body, new sensory mechanisms. It means that every time we change, we take in the universe a whole different way. The way a bird sounds in the distance, or the way cold air hits your lungs when you breathe in. It’s all new.”

“And is it sad or happy?”

“Oh, I’d say a bit of both, just like everything else. Right now it’s mostly happy, since I get to be with you, and I thought—well, best not say that. Spoilers.” The Doctor bites her tongue. She’d been so close to slipping. “The point is, whether I’m new or old, I couldn’t care either way, not if you don’t.”

“Yes,” River breathes. “I think I do know what you mean.” She pulls back, and the Doctor laments the loss of River’s warm breath against her cheek. “You know, I think I’ve just had a brilliant idea.”

Her tone of voice piques the Doctor’s interest. “And what might that idea be?” she wonders aloud.

“What do you say to…relearning how to feel me?” she suggests. The sparkle in her eye is positively sinful.

“Oh, River Song, you bad, bad girl. Right now, I want nothing more.” The Doctor isn’t sure if those words sound quite right coming off her tongue, but she supposes she’ll have to try things out.

“I figured you’d say that.” River leans in for a quick peck on the lips that sends electricity coursing through the Doctor’s body, and leaves her wanting more, more, more.

Before River can pull her off into another side room, suddenly everything clicks into place. It’s just past midnight, the dawn of the new year, but here on the South Pole of wherever they are, the sun doesn’t set in January. Darillium might have been their last night together, but this? This isn’t a night at all. This is something else altogether.

River tugs the Doctor’s hand, and the sunlight frames her mane of curls, giving her a glowing aura. Oh, that beautiful woman. The Doctor willingly allows herself to get pulled along, and—what is that feeling on her face?

Oh. It’s a smile. That’s a feeling she’ll have to get used to again, and fast.

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Gifts: 2017

Hi everyone!

Apologies for the late post on this - I wanted to thank everyone who has submitted their gift so far! You all are amazing!

I’ve queued up everything in the #riversongsecretsanta tag, so it should be posting over the next few days.

If you have NOT yet submitted a gift, please contact me and let me know. Alternatively, if you have not received a gift and wish to check on its status, you can also message me.

Please enjoy all these amazing River Song works! Y’all are the best!

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Before Sunset // River Song Secret Santa for @amillionmillionvoices: 1/3 // Playlist [x] // Ref [x]

Based on your fic i am oh so glad we met the second time around. I loved it and I had to draw River in that dress.

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A christmas with the doctor 

River: “Now and then, every once in a very long while… everyday in a million days, when the wind stands fair…”

The doctor: “When you least expect it…”

My @riversongsecretsanta to @riversongbadass-whovian-overload

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The Bauble - for imaginationandheartbreak

The specimen was perfect.

River hung suspended above it in the large circular chamber – ‘above’ being a relative concept in zero-G, of course. She checked again that the motion sensor was disabled before launching herself lightly across the room, her trajectory calculated to bring her right up next to the object of her desire.

She grabbed it from mid-air as she floated past, with a grin of triumph.

Which quickly turned into a frown of surprise when the Doctor poked his head through the door, spotted her, and immediately opened his mouth to admonish, “River!”

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“Well… I lied, we haven’t 24 years!”

“What… ? Maybe it’s me that I hoped too much, maybe your restlessness is also present in this regeneration. Don’t worry about me, but come and see me from time to time… ”

“Why you have to be so negative? We have a TARDIS, 24 years are just an appetizer! Why should I leave you behind? Bow tie was an idiot for doing that!”

“Can you stop making fun of you previous regenerations?”

“Nope! It’s never gonna happen”

Hey, @danamacleish, it’s me!! Your Secret Santa well after Christmas!!! Sorry about that….

Anyway, we all want more River, don’t we? It’ s impossible that River and the Doctor stayed on the same planet for 24 years, I mean they have a TARDIS!!! For what we know, they they may have traveled for centuries, founded new civilizations and become king and queen of planets!

I hope you liked it!

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My gift for @jadethe2nd ! I hope you’ll enjoy it ! 

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River Song Secret Santa

Hey @thesongandthesunset! Merry Christmas! I know this is a bit after Christmas, sorry about that ._. But I hope you still enjoy this fic I wrote for you! If I get inspired by River again before the gift deadline, I may write another (I’m thinking about New Year’s 😉). Hope you had a lovely holiday! (Also, I followed from @kendricks-frappuccino)

Pairing: Eleven x River Genre: Fluff, AU Rating: T Words: 3111 Summary:  It’s the 1920s, and the Doctor, Amy, and Rory are just normal people at a fancy party. At this party, the Doctor spies a beautiful woman with the curliest of hair: River Song. Will he work up the courage to talk to her? A/N: Happy River Song-ing :)

He’d been admiring her from a distance all night. Even with the party raging around them, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Everyone was dancing, jazz band playing swinging tunes that all seemed to blend into one another. The Doctor was fully aware that the festivities extended far beyond the grand front doors, but right now he didn’t want to be at the center of the action. It was exactly the kind of party he’d normally love to attend with his best mates, and they kept trying to drag him onto the dancefloor, but he couldn’t bring himself to let loose like it was just any other night.

“Come on, Doctor, what’s the matter?” Amy groaned, tugging at his sleeve. The Doctor only leaned back against the bar in resistance.

“Don’t think we haven’t noticed you haven’t been yourself all night,” Rory chimed in. “We have.” The Doctor wanted to laugh at this, since Rory’s eyes were full of genuine concern, but he had to yell to be heard over the racket of the party. But the laugh got stuck in his throat.

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