#13clara

[dykepaldi]

some doodles of the universes favourite girlfailure

[thetorturedlovergirl]

Me when I should be asleep but instead I’m thinking about Clara and 13

[timeandspacenovelist]

The Question

Returning from her brief time away, the Doctor is asked a simple question by Clara. That question however becomes a much more complicated discussion and inspires a question of its own..

AO3 LINK Inspired by this artwork from @starryjeongyeon!

[universe-on-her-shoulders]

13Clara + 12!

12. “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Did you know,” the Doctor said one morning, entirely conversationally, with her head propped up on one hand as she surveyed her partner, who was wrapped in a dressing gown and reading a newspaper that the TARDIS had produced somewhat begrudgingly. “That you talk in your sleep?”

“I do not,” Clara said at once, not looking up from her paper, and instead reaching over and ruffling the Doctor’s hair with startling precision. “Don’t talk nonsense.”

“You do,” the Doctor deadpanned, yawning mightily and thus ruining the illusion of being an omniscient alien being. She flicked her hair back, attempting to regain some of her dignity. “You talk in your sleep.”

“And you snore, but I’m too polite to keep banging on about it.”

That shut the Doctor up at once. She blinked in consternation for several seconds, then adopted an expression of great hurt at the mere cheek of the insinuation. “I don’t,” she shot back, her cheeks flushing. “I do not snore. I am an extremely clever alien who knows all about time and space-”

“Yeah, and you snore,” Clara noted, reaching for her coffee mug and taking a long sip, before sighing blissfully. “What do I apparently say in my sleep, then?”

“My name, mainly,” the Doctor replied with a teasing smile. “And you told me you love me.”

“Doctor,” Clara shot her a sidelong glance, raising her eyebrows as she did so. “I thought you were going to tell me something that neither of us know. That’s not news.”

“No,” the Doctor reasoned. “Cute though.”

[ao3feed-doctorwho]

Funeral for the Brave

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by impossible123

[SEASON 9 SPOILERS possible Twice Upon a Time spoilers]

Clara and Me visit Clara's funeral (not much of a summary but... xD). 13clara and a whole lot of pain (sorry).

Words: 1016, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: Thirteenth Doctor, Clara Oswin Oswald, Clara Oswald's Grandmother, Ashildr | Lady Me, Clara Oswin Oswald & Ashildr | Lady Me's TARDIS, Dave Oswald

Relationships: Thirteenth Doctor/Clara Oswin Oswald

Additional Tags: IM IN PAIN, i need thirteenclara so bad, Heartbreak, Spoilers, Spoilers for Episode: s09e10 Face the Raven, Spoilers for Episode: s09e11 Heaven Sent, Spoilers for Episode: s09e12 Hell Bent

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[timeandspacenovelist]

Am I a serious enough writer? Do I spend too much time writing romance? Do people want more than that? Should I do more than that?

[dykepaldi]

i miss being a freak about 13clara that was fun. idk if many people knew i was a freak about 13clara cause it was all just in my head but i was having a great time

[dykepaldi]

also i used to be obsessed with the idea of a 13clara reunion in a cutesy sapphic way but they would be just. absolutely awful. not sure if theyd wanna kill each other with hammers or be codependent to an even greater extent but either way i dont think the universe would last very long lmao

not enough posts/art/fic about post hell bent clara being a straight up nightmare creature. like. she’d already turned into something a bit horrific its not like immortality + access to all of time and space was gonna help that. and ashildr isnt exactly a companion who’s gonna make her better lmao

[universe-on-her-shoulders]

13clara + irresistible?

“You know,” the Doctor mused, stretching lazily and settling her arms more comfortably around Clara once she’d done so. They were curled up together on a bench in the TARDIS’s orchard, and she was acutely aware of the time. “I was actually meant to go and get the team.”

“You’ve got a time machine,” Clara mumbled sleepily, readjusting herself on the white-painted wood. “You can go and collect them any time. No such thing as being late, remember? It’s a definite advantage to you being a Time Lord.”

“I know, but...”

“No buts,” Clara groused, burrowing into her partner’s chest more completely and closing her eyes against the artificial sun. “I’m comfortable. You’re not allowed to move me; I’m like a sleeping cat. You have to leave me be, or else.”

“What, you’re going to bite me? Dig all your claws in?” the Doctor teased, stroking Clara’s hair and smiling fondly at her. “Ooh, I’m scared.”

“You should be.”

“Quaking.”

“Is it my fault you’re so irresistibly cuddly?” Clara asked, stifling a yawn. “No, it is not. So, less complaining and more cuddling. Please and thank you.”

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[universe-on-her-shoulders]

15, 13Clara? 💕

15. Shooting star.

“It’s beautiful,” Clara murmured, resting her head against the Doctor’s shoulder and letting out a contented sigh as she looked up at the magnificent asteroid shower happening overhead. The Doctor’s arm snaked around her waist, and Clara smiled softly at the warm, familiar sensation. “Thank you for bringing me.”

“It’s not as beautiful as my date,” the Doctor hummed, planting a kiss to her temple and then raising her hand and pointing to one especially bright light as Clara flushed delicately in the purple glow of the twilight at the unexpectedly honest compliment. “See that? That’s a space station passing over. I saved it from an invasion of a particularly nasty form of space fungi. Shorted out the control panel for the place; the lights all turned up to maximum.”

“Illusion shattered,” Clara teased, nuzzling into the Doctor more comfortably. “You could’ve just let me think it was... oh, I don’t know. An especially bright star or something.”

“Sorry,” the Doctor laughed. “We could visit sometime, if you like. If we go at the right time, you can see the asteroids passing outside. It’s like being in a rainstorm of light.”

“That,” Clara concurred. “Sounds excellent. Stick it in the metaphorical calendar.”

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