It’s All Gone.
A/N: I wanted to read a klamille fic and I couldn’t find any good ones, so I thought about writing one and I had some free time on my hands, so I did. Extremely angsty.
She stands there reeling in the spectrum of emotions running through her. A good, strong dose of Shock and grief for one Camille O’Connell. She suddenly feels extremely dizzy, as if her knees are going to give out any minute. The dead, slowly decomposing bodies in the dark, grim tunnel stare at her.
She yells as he claps a hand on her mouth, and drags her away.
A brave bartender.
A silly little human.
And an immortal half and half.
A man with heart that has withered away.
Nobody sees them.
Bats, of course, are blind.
She forgets about them, a slight remembrance of green and blue eyes. Eyes that she she’s lost in. Eyes that hideaway every secret of the world. The eyes of the man she equally loves and hates.
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OH MY OF COURSE I DO MY OTHER BEAUTIFUL OTP! HELLO THERE!
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Promt: Ten/Clara - Ten finds Clara's bra in the console room and tries to return it to her.
The doctor wasn’t sure why there was a brassiere stuffed inside a compartment of the console. A raven black, very revealing brassiere, with lace and net covering it. To imagine Clara, his current companion wearing it was- No. No, there was going to be none of that. None of the humany-wumany thoughts that came into his head.
He held it in his hands for a minute, standing in the coral-walled console room, and then he walked over to his current companion’s room.
His knock was loud enough to wake the dead, and reminiscing about how Clara slept, he woke her too. She opened the door after a few moments, looking pretty good for someone who rolled around in her sleep so much.
“Yes, doctor?” she inquired, brushing away the few strands of hair that blocked her view.
“I think this belongs to you, wouldn’t you agree?” he proclaimed, handing out the silky material as if it was an offending thing.
Clara’s face held a mask of realization, and she took it from him.
“Oh, yeah, this is mine. I’ve been looking all over for it. Told you the TARDIS hides things.” She said cheekily, a smile on her features.
“Okay, then.” He replied, trying desperately to shove out any kind of mental picture his superior time-lord brain was trying to conjure. As he turned around, a hand yanked his and stopped him.
“You know, I was saving this for a surprise I had planned for you, but I guess I’ll have to find another one. You can keep this until I do.” She called, shoving the revealing lingerie into his hand.
He was shocked, a tiny bit disappointed and a whole lot excited.
She smirked like the saucy little minx she was.
“Goodnight, Doctor.” She said, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, right beside his lips.
The sound of a door closing echoed around the TARDIS, accompanied with the sound of skin on a black materiel that started it all.
Send me a whouffle/ captain swan prompt.
I’m really bored, and it’ll help me get out of my chasm of writer’s block.
For Life - A whouffle Fan-mix.
- Mad Love - Neon trees
- Houdini - Foster the people
- Gypsy - Lady Gaga
- Don’t stop believing - Journey
- The daylight - Andrew belle
- Fairytale - Sara Bareilles
- Leave the lights on - Meiko
- Anything could happen - Ellie goulding
- Red meets blue - Matt wertz
Making a whouffle fanmix! [Cover art takes a while you guys]
I’m a ghost |Haunting these halls
Climbing up walls that I |Never knew were there
And I’m lost |Broken down the middle of my heart
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Prompt: Ten/Clara - TARDIS, Piloting; Prompt: Ten/Clara - Glasses and sandshoes; Prompt: Ten/Clara - What Ten thinks about Clara calling the TARDIS a snogbox. HIHI. Even if you do just one of those, I would be very happy. HIHI. <3
A/N: [HEllo there! The Two other prompts will be published later on. I wanted to get this out for you, first.]
The eleventh doctor was spending time with one of the curators in the museum-God knew what for- and both Clara and the tenth doctor had decide to give him his space.
And that’s why they were now standing around the console of the tenth doctor’s TARDIS.
After the usual exchange of polite conversation, a moment of silence occurred. The moment was used by Clara to look around at the completely different TARDIS.
“So, what’s this about you calling the TARDIS a snog box?” the tenth doctor asked, looking at her curiously. His sentence was punctuated by an angry groaning sound, courtesy of the TARDIS.
“Well, I don’t know- maybe it’s got to do with the fact that I’ve been spread over your timeline and seen you sucking the face off, of oh-more people than I could count on my fingers.” Clara replied, smirking like a minx.
The doctor id a quick head count, before smiling back.
“We should definitely fix that, you know?” he said, taking a step towards her.
“We definitely should.” she replied, a sparkle in her eye.
“Let’s add another one to the total shall we?” he asked her, as she stepped closer.
“Oh, whomever could you mean, doctor?” she asked, feigning innocence.
The answer she got was a searing kiss, one that sent all kinds of sparks through her entire body, sparks that exploded at her nerve-endings. Her hands found their way to the nape of his neck, and she kissed back, pouring every unsaid thing between them into it.
When they pulled apart, they were both breathing heavily, still in shock by what had just taken place.
Clara managed to say one sentence.
“Told you it’s a snog-box.”