#clara oswald fic

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Lady Oswald (Clara Oswald x reader)

Summary: when traveling in Victorian era London, you and Clara slip away to have some much more private fun

Warnings: SMUT, vaginal fingering (Clara receiving), gender neutral reader, playful/giggly sex, roleplay (Clara pretends to be a high class Victorian lady while you tempt her away from her unsuspecting husband), brief swearing

A/N: roleplay sex must happen at some point in the whoniverse given how often they pop around to different time periods and dress up accordingly. this fic helps reflect that because I'm a whore for Clara in Victorian clothing

"My, Lady Oswald, you sure do look lovely this evening," you praised highly as your eyes scanned her beautifully dressed frame with obvious interest.

She let out a soft giggle at your flirtation, giving you a half curtsey as a means to humor you. "Why, thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."

You smirked at her response, casually making your way closer. "Tell me, how are things with your husband?" Your tone held underlying disdain for the fictional figure you were referring to.

"Oh, he's out of town again. He leaves me alone for weeks at a time, would you believe it?" Clara did a good job playing the role of a dissatisfied housewife, you had to admit. "I get so lonely, staying in that big house all by myself."

"Oh, I'm sure you do," you openly sympathized, your hands leaving some not-so-subtle touches along her waist and lower back as you spoke. "You know, if I was married to you, I'd never leave you alone."

"I can believe that. From the way it seems by how you're touching me, you'd never let me have a free moment to myself," she jokingly pointed out, though she made no attempts to move away from you, and in fact moved towards your touch.

"Perhaps we should go somewhere more private," you suggested in a low murmur as your hands settled on her hips. "You might be a bit more comfortable away from prying eyes."

Her eyes lit up at the mention of getting to be alone with you. "How thoughtful of you." She leaned in closer so that her face was mere inches away from yours, a mischievous smirk in her eyes. "Well then, lead the way."

You did just that, taking her hand in yours and finding a secluded room in the expensively furnished house. Your lips were on hers as soon as the door shut behind you, kissing her with all the built up passion you had within you.

She moaned softly into the kiss, her arms reaching up to wrap around your neck, pulling you in close. "What would my husband say if he found me now?" She mused out loud, causing you to let out a chuckle at how she was still playing into the role she'd chosen for herself.

"He doesn't ever have to find out, so you don't need to worry about it." One of your hands slipped down to start pulling up the bottom of her dress, eliciting a gasp from her in mock offense.

"How dare you! I'm a married woman," she said in an over the top manner, acting as of you'd just committed a crime. You rolled your eyes affectionately at her dramatics.

"Oh, please. If anything, you should be upset that he never bothers to touch you the same way I do," you lightly teased, your hands fighting to find the end of the long, flowy piece of fabric. "God damn it, just how long is this thing?"

Clara snorted in laughter at your visible frustration. "Here, let me help you with that." She pull the skirt part of her dress up far enough for you to slip your hand under it with ease.

"Oh, thank God. It was either that or untying your corset, and I really did not want to have to fight with that," you commented as your hand moved underneath her dress, caressing her thigh.

She smiled in amusement at your words, biting her lip at the feeling of your hand against her. "I guess it's a good thing I decided to forgo the stockings, then."

"Mm, a very good thing." Your fingertips tiptoed up the soft flesh of her thighs until you found the waistband of her underwear, pulling it down just enough for you to slip your hand beneath it.

Gasping at the sudden friction of your fingers against her folds, she arched her back and pushed her hips closer towards your hand. "Oh, God yes..."

You didn't spend long teasing her, as she was already plenty wet. Slipping two fingers inside her, you leaned your body into hers, your lips brushing against her jaw as you slowly thrusted in and out. "There you go... That's it, sweetheart..."

She whimpered in pleasure, turning her head in your direction and capturing your lips in a tender and loving kiss. "It feels so good, please don't stop," she mumbled against your lips, a soft moan coming from her as your fingers moved deeper.

"I won't, sweetheart, I promise," you reassured her gently, moving your fingers in and out of her in a slow and steady rhythm. Her soft pants and moans began filling the room the longer you touched her for, her hands reaching out to grip onto the front of your coat.

"Oh- oh, God-" She tilted her head back against the wall, closing her eyes as she embraced the pleasure washing over her. "I- I think I'm getting close-" She warned you, her hips starting to move in sync with your hand.

You nodded as you picked up the pace, your other hand finding its way down between her legs so that you could rub her swollen and sensitive clit. A loud moan exited from her lips at the feeling, and it wasn't long after that her body tensed up as she came, clinging to you desperately.

Panting heavily, she pressed her face into your chest while you slipped your fingers out of her and murmured soft words of praise in her ear. "You did so well for me, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you."

A bashful grin covered her face as she peered up at you. "Would it be too much for me to ask for a round two?" You simply let out a laugh as you pulled her in for another kiss.

You both returned at least another twenty minutes later, hastily fixing your outfits so hopefully no one would realize what you'd been doing. Clara's hair was sticking somewhat to her forehead from sweat, and her makeup was a little smudged, but otherwise you didn't think anyone would notice that something was off.

"Where on earth have you two been? I've been looking for you for ages!" The Doctor's voice asked as he popped up from seemingly out of nowhere, quickly making his way over to you.

"Oh, we just got a bit lost, that's all," you lied casually, Clara giggling as you shot her a playful wink. "Shall we, m'lady?" You held out one of your arms to her as you spoke in a playful manner.

She took it gladly, looping her hand through with a bright smile. "After you, my dear," she responded in an equally playful way. The two of the gave each other a knowing look, leading the Doctor to wonder just what the two of you had been up to when you were gone.

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[dandelionjack]

the ninth doctor trusted rose enough to believe she would stay with him after his face changed. and twelve took some convincing but towards the end of deep breath accepted that clara would stay by his side no matter how old he looked. but thirteen was so used to losing people. her previous self had loved clara and lost her, he had looked after bill and failed to save her, he had tried to redeem missy and (to his knowledge) lost that cause too. no wonder she wouldn’t trust yaz to stay for her fourteenth face. no wonder she believed she ‘had to do this next part alone’. she had grown quietly distant with the new knowledge that she was no longer even an ordinary gallifreyan, not something of this universe, but outside of it, alien even to the aliens. isolated and inaccessible, standing on an invisible pedestal her ancestors placed her on — a pedestal that more resembled a cage. glass walls on all sides like the forced regeneration chamber. thin glass wall between her and yaz now, transparent but too solid to break through. harder than azbantium when there’s no solid footing to stand on.

of course yaz would run when she saw her new self. of course she would leave. companions would never stay now, they would never fully understand. when thirteen said that she would need to do ‘this next part’ alone, by ‘next part’ she meant ‘the rest of her (potentially eternal) life’. it’s the classic gambit: push the one you love away before they get the chance to reject you. because they always will, now. either that or they die in horrible circumstances. better to flee like you’ve always done.

this is why the bigeneration was a narrative necessity, why the giggle was the perfect vision of a positive finale. the original version of the doctor gets to settle down with people that he won’t lose. people that he won’t turn away from. people whose hearts he won’t inevitably break. he’s sitting there in the back yard and he’s not going anywhere…

…yet somewhere out there in sheffield lives a police officer named yazmin khan. she’s not all sunshine and rainbows — all cops are bastards, after all. sometimes she takes her nameless rage out on a shoplifting suspect. sometimes she hands a parking ticket to a kid that didn’t deserve it. and sometimes she does genuine good for the community, sometimes she goes to the club and dances with strangers, sometimes she sits on the sofa and watches a documentary about space exploration and laughs at the painful inaccuracies. and many miles south, the doctor spends time with his family, but he’ll never get the courage to visit her. because she’d want to run away with him again. and he could never give her that, not anymore. anything but running.

yazmin khan loved the universe in the eyes of her doctor. oh, that doctor in the garden? the stay-at-home-doctor? he’s brilliant, but he would never be enough for her. his presence would never replace the cosmic vistas and myriads of stars thirteen gave her. and she’s never coming back

[i-like-media]

I imagine Donna to still eventually ask what the doctor has been up to. Maybe she does so while they're stuck doing a chore together like the laundry or dishes. And the doctor will try to avoid it like he always does, but caves under Donna's stare. He'd still keep it vague, speaking more about the companions the toymaker spoke of and cautiously daring to honour their memory like that while keeping himself away from the hurtful bits. He even jokes a bit about who he ended up becoming. He'd admit he had an obsession with bowties and had sonic sunglasses once, and Donna would laugh and say she'd LOVE to see that.

Then, after a pause, Donna asks if he's ever stumbled upon her with a different face, and with a hushed breath he admits he hasn't.

She grows a bit silent, grieving a thought she wished were reality. And then the doctor pipes up again.

"This isn't actually the first familiar face I've gotten...-WELL not another one of my OWN faces, but certainly something familiar."

Intrigued, Donna stops what she's doing and listens to him explain further.

"When I first got it I couldn't place where I'd gotten it from. I just, knew it was familiar...... -I didn't linger on it as long as I should've and I moved on rather quickly."

"Why?" Donna asked, a bit bewildered at the thought of it.

"I was careless and angry and sort of... Scottish.-ANYways one day me and Clara were dragged to this viking village that had gotten itself into trouble, and we helped them. But this village girl had, uhm... Well she didn't make it. I was so angry -I remember that anger really well. And Clara kept on asking if there was something I could do..."

"Well, was there?" By now both of them weren't doing their chores anymore and all they could hear was the singing of a couple of starlings outside.

"...Yes, but it would've broken some rules."

Donna already knew what exactly he meant by that. She would figure that's the end of it, yet the doctor kept on talking.

"But then as I was rotting in my defeat, I remembered this important day I shouldn't ever have forgotten. The day we were in Pompeii... And only then did I realise that face, MY face, was a reminder of something very important you told me. To just, save someone."

"...So you mean, your face..." The doctor nodded, and Donna couldn't help but finally release the breath she'd been holding with a smile.

"I did save her and she ended up living a long, long, longlonglonglonglong life... But even after hundreds of years, when I doubted myself and needed it most, Donna Noble... Your impact on the world and my life, persisted."

And I imagine the doctor to give her a big, proud smile, before Donna pulls him in for a big hug he wasn't expecting to receive. Because maybe, just maybe, that was exactly what she needed to hear that day.

Then once they return to their chores, I imagine Donna to think about it a bit longer and make a comment. "Well you better never take on my face!" And the doctor would dissolve into a pouty ramble about how he has no control over it while also being a bit disappointed she's said no.

[lilbeanz-wibblywobbly]

"And then the Doctor’s extremities exploded into dazzling golden light. Clara felt the energy shooting through her and realized that, if she could still feel pain, she would probably be in agony, maybe dead. Instead, she felt nothing but beautiful warmth."

Absolutely got inspired by this gorgeous concept of a fic: The Mad Idea by TheSaddleman/ @anotheruserwithnoname

What a beautiful, beautiful fic🥹 The image of Clara embracing the Doctor as he regenerates would not leave my mind and so I just had to draw it🤩

Thank you, you inspirational genius✨️

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Doctor Who is a story where humans make themselves gods, become myths staining the tapestries of the universe, and the last member of a race of gods is made human, cowardly and vulnerable and kind in a way no other god would dare make themselves and this is the very thing that allows the god-made-human to survive and even win at the end of the day (and the very thing that often dooms the humans-made-gods)

[colemansdimple]

“I love you. Simple as that. You gave me a reason to be. You drive me crazy. You inspire me. You show me wonders. You are my best friend. You are the only man I would never lie to, the only man I will always forgive. I don't care how many came before me and how many will come after I'm gone. But this version of you owns my heart, and it's last beating will be for you.”

“Clara...”

*12 carefully touches Clara's hand like she's about to detonate*

“Don't, please. If you're going to say that timelord and human nonsense again I don't need to hear it. Just, please, these words, from me to you, they're yours now. Keep them or throw them away, I don't care.”

*12 holds Clara's small hand in his and places it on his chest, so she can feel his hearts beating*

“I can't promise us more time. I can't promise there won't be others. But I can promise you this, Clara, my Clara, one of these hearts will always and forever beat for you and only you. To the end of this universe and the beginning of the next. Until all the stars and planets are cold and dust and forgotten. It will still beat for you. And I can only hope that's enough.”

“That is enough, you stupid old man.” :')

[the-immortal-redshirt]

Fic Complete!!

The Angel: Chapter 33: To Steal a Tardis

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I said I would finish it on my 26th birthday and I did! 9 years in the making and it's finally complete! Enjoy my present to you all!

Chapter 33: To Steal a Tardis

Two months had passed since the inauguration and Clara was beginning to grow restless. The Doctor would not admit it, but he seemed to be chomping at the bit too. This pampered domestic life was nice and all, but they were itching to save some planets. The administrative pressure was driving her insane.

Today was the big day and the whole planet seemed to bustle with activity in preparation of the Presidential wedding. The streets were strewn with white pennants. Work had been canceled for the rest of the day. People partied in the streets like it was a tailgate. Children set off fireworks in the alleys. It was overwhelming. Clara was not used to so much attention. She could hardly go anywhere without paparazzi mobbing her.

“Martha, I don't know if I'm sure about this.”

Martha looked up from behind Clara’s chair, making eye contact with her via the mirror in front of them. She set down the bobby pins she was holding and put her hands on her hips. “Not sure about marrying the Doctor?” 

Clara wheeled her chair around to speak to Martha face-to-face. “Oh no,” she shook her head. “I'm sure about that. I mean about this whole ruling Gallifrey thing.”

Martha hummed and spun Clara’s chair back around. She resumed her meticulous work pinning Clara’s hair. “Well, you did take an oath.”

“I know I did,” Clara sighed. “But I don't know if all this sitting still and being doted on is for me. I'm not Princess Diana.”

Martha chuckled, brushing out a lock of hair with a comb. “So run away then,” she shrugged, nonchalant. 

Clara’s eyebrows shot up. She did not just say that. “Run away?” she gasped. “Martha! I can't do that!”

[icarianstars]

Does anyone have any recs for Doctor Who fics on AO3?

I'm open to pretty much any ships but my favourites are thoschei, twelveclara and tenrose (Also some platonic 14 & Donna fluff sounds great rn)

I'd prefer nothing explicit and no mcd but other than that I think I'll read pretty much anything

[soulless-angel25]

New Who fic idea: Victorian Clara is no stranger to throwing buckets of water over the drunks in the alley behind the tavern in order to wake them up from their drunken comas and move them along home for the night. Then one day, she empties a bucket of water over a certain American immortal having to wait through time for the TARDIS to arrive once more following his recent resurrection.

[Ohhhh, Anon I love you <3 I never get to write Victorian Clara! And adding in Cpt. Jack? You are a person after my own heart you are. It turned out more angsty then I expected but... that's how it goes somedays.] AO3 Link!

Clara was more than used to having to deal with the drunks outside the tavern, the ones who have just stumbled out into the streets after wasting all their money on cheap alcohol. The ones who sank against the outside walls moaning in their own misery, the ones who would try to get ladies to come home with them (herself included). She was also used to the ones who would end up in the alley behind the tavern.

For those ones she was often told to fill a bucket with water from the spicket and pour it over their heads. Then she would help them help, maybe hail a carriage if she could and get the person home. Of course it was a tad more annoying on the nights when she had to go and be a governess.

Shaking her head and sighing Clara brought herself out of her thoughts. She hauled the bucket back up from her slipping grip and used her hip to open the door. She looked down at the man who was leaning against the wall, not quite asleep but getting close. Clara could admit that he was a handsome man, with messy brown hair that had streaks of blonde running through, near invisible. A long pair of black trousers and high-laced brown boots. A partial shirt with a pair of strings at the top to pull the shirt closed and a long coat.

Rolling her eyes she upended the bucket over his head. Sputtering and gasping sounds came from the man as he shot up like a bullet. Clara's hand settled on her hip as the other fell to her side with the bucket -now emptied- dangling.

"You sober enough to get yourself home?" the question was asked in her usual cadence, meaning she sounded like she cared just enough.

-

When Jack's eyes opened it was from the startling cold he felt over his head. How was he- right. He couldn't stay dead, it always took a moment for his brain to remember that. How funny he died from too much alcohol this time, not even good alcohol.

His brain flickered back to when he'd been with Him and Rose. They'd gone out for drinks one night ("No ginger, Time Lords can't have ginger Jack") on some planet ("Oh... Jack! Doctor! Look at the sky, you can see so much..."). Just the three of them, dancing soaring through time and space on the TARIDS.

"-self home?"

The end of the sentence filtered through his brain, and though he probably would've been able to piece together what the woman had said his mouth was faster then his brain, "What?"

She rolled her eyes, a fake smile plastered on as she spoke again- he noticed an empty bucket at her side, was that where the cold water had come from?- slowly. To make sure he would understand, she probably thought he was too wasted, which was a fair assumption.

"Are ya sober 'nough to get yourself home?"

Jack's voice was soft when he spoke. "Don't got no home anymore. Home's gone." Home's gone. Those words didn't even properly convey what it meant. Home was gone, he never knew if it was coming back. He never knew if He was coming back, never knew if he'd get to wrap his arms around Rosie again and hear her laughter.

He could feel his mind drifting, going back to that day. When he'd last seen them ("I was better a coward."), when he'd last touched them. Tears falling from Rose's eyes.

Jack's head snapped back to reality when he realized that the woman -had she said her name?- was awkwardly clearing her throat. Expecting an answer to whatever question she had asked. Sighing she repeated herself.

"You have an inn your staying at?"

detach yourself Jack, you aren't there. "Nah, no inn currently. Was gonna find someplace though." detachdetachdetach

The woman -should he ask her name?- shakes her head, "'right. C'mon," and she leans down to make sure he stands straight up and won't collapse. "There should be a few rooms open at this place down the road, I know the owner and she owes me so if there isn't room available she'll make some."

Slightly dazed he nods along, feet tripping underneath him as the woman brings him along. Eventually his legs get working and she isn't so much dragging him anymore rather than being a support. When they walk through the door Jack doesn't catch the name of this place.

"Rubes! You here?" her voice is loud and nearly gets drowned out in the noise of the inn, with people having late dinners or just talking with others.

Despite this a lady, maybe 20, bustles through. A smile breaking out on her face when she spots the woman, "Clara!"

For a moment when he sees the woman he's taken aback, she looks like Rose. But then he shakes his head and takes in a breath, no- she doesn't. They might have the same hair color, eye color, and.... but no. She looks similar to Clara -that's what she'd called the woman-, their faces near identical. Probably related.

'Rubes' eyes look over at him in surprise, like she didn't realize he was there. She breathes in before speaking, "Hello! Welcome to BW inn, that stands for Bad Wolf by the way. Though you probably saw that on the sign.. Anyway- I'm Ruby Sunday, my family owns this inn."

"Rubes, I need you to get him a room for the night. If you can't, find a way. I'll owe you- ta!" and with that she vanished out the door in a hurry.

Ruby shook her head but brought him over to the counter to grab a key for him.

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[I hope you liked it! This ended up being more Jack-centric then Clara-centric than I meant for it to. It was just a lot easier to get into Jack's head for some reason.]

[galahadwilder]

The first sign that Doctor John Tyler, known to his friends as “The Doctor,” is about to have a truly terrible day—or maybe truly brilliant day, it’s that kind of sign and he’s that kind of man—is when he picks up the morning newspaper and sees all the words on it have been replaced by the repeated “Bad Wolf.”

The second sign is the achingly familiar sound of a TARDIS engine. Not his TARDIS, no—she’s still parked in the back garage, Rose is still in bed, and Mia spent the night at a friend’s house and also doesn’t have a key. Shouldn’t have a key. She probably stole a key. Mia definitely has a key.

The third sign is when, instead of the familiar police box, an entire 1950s American diner materializes on his front lawn.

The small brunette woman who steps out looks… well, to a human, she’d look human. But the Doctor is not human. Or, well, half. Half-human. Half and a bit. Long disused senses scream at him that this woman is wrong, as wrong as Jack, that she’s a frozen instant of time and she doesn’t appear to be breathing. Or have a heartbeat.

“Doctor?” she says.

He blinks. “…Yes, I’m The Doctor,” he says. “Blimey, where’d you get a TARDIS?”

She steps forward with a cheeky grin, holding out her hand for a shake. “My name’s Clara Oswald, and, for lack of a better option… today, I’m The Doctor.”

He takes her hand in his, confused, and shakes. “For lack of a better option?” He doesn’t like the sound of that. He really doesn’t like the sound of that.

“He regenerated,” she says, and he doesn’t need to ask to know which “he” she’s referring to. “Into the Valeyard.”

The Doctor feels his one, singular, human heart stop.

Terrible day, then.

He’d best wake Rose.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Doctor Who Kinktober Request 🕸️🎃

Sorry in advance, because I’m just an anon here to cause chaos in your life so no rush on this one as I know it’s a big ask okay so…River, Missy, Clara and fem!reader go on a ‘girls night out’ to get away from 12s endless whining - could possibly be a nice space bar. All of the girls get pretty tipsy and decide after a long night of drinking - and suggestive glares - to head home (Could be a shared hotel room rented for the night? Or Clara’s apartment if the bar is on Earth?). Anyway, as they’re about to change into their pjs etc one of them has an idea to…continue the fun sexually, using it as a chance to let off some steam before going to back to their normal lives/travelling with the doctor/whatever else they do. Almost like a sexual sleepover - could play a game with aphrodisiacs e.g. truth or dare with that mini chocolate bar that makes you horny or something similar. Some are more open with their kinks - I hc Missy with some kinda BDSM/dom + sub type stuff, River is v flirty probably likes watching her partner get blushy and a tiny bit infuriated with her (maybe dirty talking Clara? Or reader? With her typical “Hello, sweetie.” line or other flirtatious remarks) or making someone beg like how she made the Dalek beg, and I feel like Clara would have a (receiving) praise kink with how much she likes to be in control. Missy and River (the more confident ones) can be more of the leaders of the group and possibly spark, whereas Clara and reader are maybe the more submissive ones, and take a more gentle approach to romance with each other, or you could swap it round for a bit. You could throw some roleplay in there if you wanted, would be hilarious to have one of them dress up in uniform and mixed reactions from the others (e.g. one laughing their head off, one facepalming, and one really turned on). Each of the characters also could draw the reader out of their shell in different ways e.g. River’s seduction, Missy’s chaos and Clara’s sensitivity. Feel free to add stuff in or take stuff out if you think it fits/doesn’t fit with the characters and how you write them, just try at least for the reader to have some kind of experience/interaction with each of them. Basically a no-boundaries sexual sleepover where they wake up in the morning like it’s a fever dream but none of them regret it.

I actually really enjoy how in depth this request is believe it or not 🤗 I did my best to include most if not all of what you asked me to, sorry if I left anything out or got something wrong. thanks for requesting for kinktober! 💕

(I really hope it was worth the wait! I decided to put multiple dividers instead of my usual two because of how long this is, as I wanted it to feel a little less overwhelming when being read)

Kinktober 2024 Day 4: River Song, Missy/Gomez! Master, and Clara Oswald having a slightly tipsy, sexually explorative sleepover with a fem reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, foursome-ish, slight intoxication (just enough for them to be tipsy, they can still consent don't worry), swearing, cunnilingus/oral sex (reader receiving), exhibitionism/voyeurism, some dom/sub dynamics, mistress kink, vaginal fingering (both reader and Clara receiving), praise kink, brief mentioned spanking/impact play, light bondage (handcuffs used), light sensory deprivation (blindfold used), overstimulation, grinding/clothed sex

It was pretty rare that you got free time given how often you joined the Doctor on his adventures. Even when you did happen to have a day off, it was usually spent relaxing and lounging in the TARDIS rather than being out and about.

Recently, however, the Doctor had been extra grumpy for some reason, which prompted both you and Clara to look for fun elsewhere. And who better to turn to when looking for entertainment than the Doctor's wife and the Mistress of Evil themselves?

You contacted Missy via the TARDIS console, to which she very eagerly replied. She promised to pick up both you and Clara in the TARDIS she had of her own (one that she assured you was definitely not stolen from anyone), and River agreed to meet you at a local space bar that she was known to frequent by the locals, managing to score the four of you some free drinks as her contribution to your night out once you got there.

It was difficult for you to remember the last time you had so much fun, especially on a space trip as those usually ended in chaos and you running for your life. Watching River flirt with the bartender in order to acquire another round of free liquor while Missy complained that it would just be easier for her to shrink them with her TCE was a lot more entertaining to you than you'd ever thought. Of course, the ample amount of alcohol in your system certainly didn't hurt matters.

River and Missy were both able to hold their drinks pretty well due to their familiarity with the native cocktails on the planet the bar was located, but you and Clara were more of lightweights, only able to down a few as they started to set in rather quickly. It didn't take long before the two of you became tipsy, giggling over the littlest things as the two other women you were with observed in amusement.

"If I had known you two were going to become drunk so quickly, I would've gotten you something that wasn't quite as strong to start off with," River lightly teased, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she brought her cocktail glass up to her lips.

"Now, what would be the fun in that? I think they look adorable just the way they are," Missy replied as she looked over at you and Clara, playfully scrunching up her nose as she grinned in delight at your drunken state.

That only made the two of you start to giggle even more. Clara's cheeks were also starting to look a little flushed, though whether that was from the alcohol in her system or something else entirely remained to be seen.

While you and Clara started to sober up a bit, River and Missy kept drinking until their tipsiness matched yours. There was a certain buzz of electricity in the air that desperately left you wanting more, and you soon found yourself hoping the night would never end.

You could tell the other women must've felt the same judging from the glances that were passed across the table, and the actions that soon followed. Clara bumping into you on occasion as she held onto your hand was normal, sure. And River's foot nudging your ankle underneath the table very well could've been an accident. But when Missy's hand began to lightly graze over your thigh, that's when you knew. They were just as desperate as you were to have some alone time.

"Perhaps we should start heading back for the night," Clara suddenly suggested, her speech slurring a bit.

"Excellent idea, Clara," Missy immediately agreed, seeming eager at the idea of being alone with the three of you. "Shall we go back to your place?"

Clara let out a slight scoff at the question. "And have you crash your TARDIS into my living room because you're too drunk to park it properly? Yeah, no thank you."

"Come on, I know a local inn that we can stay at," River spoke up as she stood, finishing her drink in one swift gulp before leaving a handful of foreign bills behind on the table as a tip.

The four of you were drunken messes as you left the bar, swaying back and forth as you walked. You were thankful River knew of a place nearby for you to stay, because there was no way you trusted Missy to properly pilot the TARDIS in her current state.

When you arrived at the inn, River payed for a large suite the four of you could stay in together, insisting it be on her when you began to protest.

"You already payed for our drinks, you shouldn't have to pay for our room, too."

She waved her hand dimissively at your words. "It's not a problem, sweetie. I already told you I'll take care of it. Besides, you deserve to be spoiled for once." The wink that she gave you afterwards sobered you up to the point of being a flustered mess, something that you tried to ignore since Missy and Clara were with you.

The room was lavish yet cozy, with two massive beds lined up against the wall on one side while several armchairs and couches were placed on the other. You wondered just how much it must've cost to stay in a place this nice, if only for one night.

"These beds are enormous!" Clara exclaimed as she made her way over to the one closest to the door, letting out a sigh of comfort as she flopped down. Clearly she was still being affected by the alcohol in her system at least somewhat.

"Well, it'll be much easier to share them, then," Missy commented as she watched the brunette with a slight smirk, her words holding a slightly suggestive edge.

"I can sleep with Clara," you offered casually before realizing how your words could be taken out of context. "I, uh- I mean, I can share a bed with her. I don't really mind."

Both River and Missy looked as if they were trying to hold back laughter at your Freudian slip, not wanting to make you feel embarrassed by saying anything about it.

"We shouldn't go to sleep yet, I'm not tired," Clara complained as she sat up on the bed, seeming unbothered by your awkward choice of words.

"Well, we could always play a game. Spin the bottle seems like a good way to continue the fun after a night of drinking," River suggested after thinking on it for a moment or so. "Of course, we don't have a bottle, but I might have something on me that we could use-" she muttered while beginning to check her pockets.

"Why don't we play truth or dare?" Missy spoke up, the mischievious grin on her face a dead giveaway that she was up to something.

"Really? Truth or dare?" Clara asked, seeming a bit confused by the choice. You had to agree with her, it did seem a bit tame given that Missy was the one to suggest it.

"Oh, I don't mean normal truth or dare, of course." By this point River had stopped searching through her pockets and was also paying attention. "I meant a more... dirty kind of truth or dare."

No wonder she looked so smug when she first brought it up. There was always some kind of catch with her, as you'd grown to realize over time, so it didn't entirely surprise you. Especially not after the subtle looks and touches that were shared in the bar earlier by you four.

"Why, Missy, I can't believe it. You stole my idea," River joked as she gave Missy a playful nudge, one that was acknowledged by a couple of lighthearted giggles.

"I did no such thing. If you wanted to be the one to take credit for it, you should've said it first." The sexual tension in the room was already starting to become thick and almost stifling, and you hadn't even begun the game yet, though you'd be lying if you said it wasn't enjoyable.

You and Clara shared a look of both apprehension and excitement. Although you knew they'd probably take things slower with the two of you, it was still a bit nerve-wracking knowing how much experience they both had.

Having noticed the look you gave each other, River was quick to reassure the both of you. "Don't worry, we won't do anything too wild tonight. It'll just be a bit of fun."

"Exactly. And what better way to start than with these?" Missy pulled a couple of wrapped chocolate candies out of her pocket. They seemed innocent enough, but knowing her they were probably laced with something.

"What are they?" You questioned while taking one from her, Clara doing the same.

"Oh, they're just a few party favors I picked up," she casually replied, unwrapping one and popping it into her mouth. "Of course, they are aphrodisiacs. I just thought it would add a bit of fun to our game."

River ate one while she spoke, appearing unfazed by their appearance. Either she knew Missy had them or she'd tried something similar to it before, probably both.

"Why don't you try one? They're not overly strong, if that's what you're worried about. The effects start to kick in sometime after the first hour, and they wear off after six."

Usually you'd decline the offer, but the drinking you'd done earlier gave you a surprising boost of courage. Plus, if both Missy and River were taking them, they couldn't be that bad.

Clara watched curiously as you ate one of the chocolates, following suit as she ate one of her own. Nothing immediately happened, but then again Missy did say it took a bit for them to kick in, so you weren't worried.

"Right, so I suppose we should begin playing the game now," Clara said while taking a seat on one of the couches, you sitting down with her while Missy and River each took an armchair. "Who wants to go first?"

You each took turns with truth or dare, either asking each other sexually explicit questions or making overly suggestive dares throughout the game. Despite your earlier apprehension, the excitement you had ended up winning out by the end (it certainly didn't hurt that the chocolate aphrodisiac you took had started to kick in while playing).

"Alright, who's turn is it?" River asked as she sat on the floor, having moved there after being dared by you to give Clara a leg massage a turn before.

"I think it's my turn with Clara," Missy replied with a sly smile, looking as though she had something up her sleeve. "Truth or dare?"

"Hm... dare." Clara had spent most of her turns picking truth, and by this point she didn't know how many more retellings of her past sexual encounters she could give without melting into a puddle of embarrassment.

Missy's smile widened into a grin at her answer. It was as if she somehow knew that's what Clara was going to pick. "Alright, I dare you to come sit in my lap for the next round."

Her eyes widened at that, growing as big as saucers. The brunette looked towards you and River, but you both simply shrugged, as if to say, "You're the one who picked dare".

"Come here, poppet," Missy coaxed in a low and soothing tone as she patted her lap invitingly, almost sounding a little condescending as she beckoned the other woman over. "Come sit with your Mistress."

Clara let out a soft scoff as she stood and walked over, allowing the Time Lady to wrap her arms around her as she sat in her lap.

"I only wish I had one of my vibrators here with me to tease you with," Missy said with a disappointed sigh, one hand resting on Clara's thigh as the other held her waist. Clara herself looked like she was about to combust from all of the teasing. Despite this, she was able to sit still in her lap without incident.

You went back and forth again as you continued to play, River confirming that she once belonged to a swinger's club with her truth while Missy told the best way to properly tame a brat with hers.

When it reached her turn to ask you, you saw her eyes light up with glee. You picked dare just like Clara had, which only seemed to make them sparkle with mischief even more. "I dare you to go find something sexy in the TARDIS to try on, and it has to be a costume of some sorts."

Great, Missy clearly had some sort of humiliation kink where she got off on your pain and suffering. Why did that not surprise you?

"I can go help you look," Clara offered as she went to stand, only to be pulled back down onto Missy's lap.

"I don't think so, pet. You're sitting with me until your next turn, remember?" She playfully wagged her finger in the other girl's face. "No cheating. You have to play by the rules."

"I'll go with you, sweetie," River said casually as she stood, expecting nothing less from Missy and her possessiveness.

Nodding your head, you agreed with her, just happy you didn't have to go out there by yourself.

The TARDIS wardrobe gave off the impression of a large chasm filled with clothes, like a vast and never-ending closet factory. You supposed in a way it almost was.

"Here we are. We'll try this, okay?" River pulled out a Victorian type dress that had so many frills and poofs you thought you might get lost in them all.

"Do I have to?" You whined, already knowing the corset that went with it would be a pain to get on and off.

"Unless you want Missy to come in here and choose for you." Her words shut you up instantly. With your luck, you'd get put in some sort of skimpy maid outfit, and you weren't sure if you were ready to debut that kind of outfit in front of three other people.

"Fine," you huffed while beginning to strip yourself of your current clothing. Until River's hands moved to stop you, that is.

"Do it slower," she commanded in a soft yet firm tone, her eyes trained on you as the outfit you came searching for was momentarily forgotten.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded your head, doing as she told you to. You hands were a bit shaky from nerves as you moved to slowly take off your clothes, your pulse starting to quicken from the eyes currently watching you.

Once you were completely undressed (save for your underwear and bra) River slowly approached you, her hand reaching out to gently grab your chin. "Do you want me, sweetie?"

Unable to speak, you simple nodded again like you did earlier, something that caused her to lightly click her tongue in disapproval. "I need words, love."

"Yes," you responded in a desperate and breathless voice, gasping when you felt her hands move to gently hold your hips in place as she leaned in closer.

"Beg for it," she murmured in a sultry order, her body practically caging you against the wall by this point. You couldn't move even if you wanted to, and in no way did you want to.

"Please." Your own voice was soft and weak, nothing like the firm and strong one that she had. If it wasn't obvious before who was in charge, it certainly was now.

"I'm sorry, love, but I can't seem to hear you. You'll need to speak up."

You knew very well that she'd heard what you said, but your need for her outweighed your slight frustration. "Please," you repeated, a bit louder this time, biting back a moan when you felt her lips move to brush over the side of your jaw.

"Good girl." Her hands went from your hips up to the back of your bra, undoing the clasp so she could remove it. Your heart was hammering in your chest so loudly you were almost certain she could hear its beats.

Her lips traveled from your jaw down to your neck, your head tilting back on instinct. She took her time pressing kisses from there to your collarbone, kissing the spot between your breasts before her lips managed to make it all the way down to your stomach.

You were so caught up in the feeling of her mouth on you that you hadn't even realized she'd sunk down to her knees, her fingertips tracing the waistband of your underwear as she looked up at you.

"Beg for me, darling," River commanded in a voice that was smoother than fresh honey, and certainly sweeter than it, too.

"Please," you pleaded with her in a whiny tone, trying your best to stay still as you watched her. "I need you, please."

That seemed to do the trick in satisfying her, as her next course of action was to carefully pull down your underwear. You were thankful there was a wall behind you, otherwise you were quite certain your knees would've buckled the very moment her lips made contact with your obscenely wet pussy, a clear sign the aphrodisiac you'd taken earlier had already started to work.

A loud moan was pulled from your throat as she ran her tongue through your folds in a slow licking motion. It certainly didn't help matters when she pulled one of your legs over her shoulder, giving her mouth better access to the area. It was hard for you not to grind down against her face, but you were worried she'd pull away just to tease you if she noticed you becoming too eager.

Your hand tentatively reached out to grip onto her blonde curls as a method to help keep you grounded. That didn't help much, because the moment her nose bumped into your clit it was over for you and your self restraint.

Her hands were gentle yet firm on your thighs, holding you in place as you reached your climax so you wouldn't end up falling over. Your chest rose and fell quickly, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to catch your breath. It had felt so much better than you ever thought it could, and it made you excited for what was to come with the other two.

Since you were too exhausted for the time being to do it yourself, you allowed her to help get you dressed in the outfit she'd chose. You had to admit, it looked better on you than you'd initially thought it would, but that still didn't make you feel any less nervous to show it off.

River carried your other clothes as she helped you get back from the TARDIS to the hotel room, your legs a bit shaky from your earlier orgasm. It was quite clear to the both of you that something equally explicit had happened between Clara and Missy while you were gone judging from the way Clara was still sitting on her lap, now with wrinkled clothes and a bright red face. Missy, meanwhile, sat there looking like the cat that ate the canary.

"Took you long enough. I was starting to become worried you'd taken my TARDIS and weren't coming back," she spoke casually, resting her hands on Clara's upper thighs as she spoke. "We had to find other ways to pass the time while waiting for you."

"It took a while for us to get out of there. We got lost," you lied easily, not wanting to have to recount what really made you take so long. Missy didn't seem convinced, but before she could press the matter further River spoke up.

"Oh, sweetie, wait. You forgot the hat," she said, moving to place the over-sized Victorian sunhat on your head. You hadn't even noticed her grabbing it on the way out.

It took about all of two seconds for Missy to burst into a fit of laughter at the sight. "Oh, dear, I don't think that hat fits you very well," she lightly teased while River facepalmed.

"Perhaps you'd look better without it," the archaeologist mused while taking it off you.

Unlike the other two women in the room, Clara didn't seem either amused or exasperated. If anything, the outfit you were currently wearing did nothing but cause her flustered state to grow worse.

"You look nice," she complimented as you took a seat on a nearby couch, her cheeks heating up even more at the sight (if that was even possible). To be fair, you could see why she was reacting in such a way. With the corset and bodice combination both highlighting your breasts and hugging your figure, it would've been more of a surprise if she hadn't be affected by the sight at all.

"Missy," River spoke up suddenly with the intent of resuming the game. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare, of course." Missy was a bit of an open book when it came to her sexual preferences, so it was natural that she would end up choosing dare.

"Alright, I dare you to remove the corset of our little Victorian princess," she said in reference to you, her gaze moving from the Time Lady over to where you were sitting on the sofa. "If you're okay with it, that is."

"Y- Yeah, I'm fine with it," you quickly stammered out in response as you felt your face heat up.

Missy appeared pleased that you'd agreed to it so quickly, giving Clara a light pat on the thigh to signal that she could finally get up from her lap. "I'd love nothing more. I haven't been able to think about much other than removing that silly constume of yours the second you stepped in wearing it."

Your heartbeat began to speed up at her words as you allowed her to reach out with one of her smooth, pale hands so she could help pull you up off the couch. It wasn't as easy to move around in your dress as the woman in period piece movies made it seem.

"You see, if it were up to me-" she began, her deft fingers working quickly to untie the corset after unzipping the back of your dress so she had the access to it "-I wouldn't just stop at removing this. I'd keep going until you were completely bare."

Feeling a little bold, you replied in a casual (if not somewhat nervous) voice. "So why don't you?"

Her hands stopped moving briefly, at first making you think that perhaps that was the wrong thing to say. Until you felt her tighten her grip on the laces of your corset and use it to pull you back against her chest so that you were both pressed against one another. "Oh, darling," she purred in a seductive tone, her lips brushing over your earlobe. "Why didn't you just say so in the first place?"

You suddenly became acutely aware of the presence you were in, River and Clara both watching you with a combination of shock and arousal. Neither one of them had expected you to initiate something like that, you took it, and you honestly didn't really blame them for thinking so.

"Now, are you going to be a good girl and allow me to undress you without problem?" She continued, completely unfazed by the two sets of eyes currently surveying the situation.

"Yes, of course," you breathed out softly, letting out a gasp when you felt her hands yank on the lace of your corset yet again, not being gentle in the slightest.

"Yes, Mistress," she corrected, her voice a low hum in your ear when she spoke. "You musn't forget your manners, dear."

"Yes, Mistress," you quickly corrected while nodding your head in understanding, desperately wanting to please her. "Sorry, Mistress."

She let out a noise of satisfaction in response, her hands returning to their task of untying the corset. "Such a good girl, so polite for me. Now, stay still while I undress you."

The sound of her praise filling your ears made you want to let out a whine, but you managed to hold yourself back, not wanting to appear too eager. You did as she'd instructed you to, staying perfectly still as she began to remove your clothes.

Where River was slow and deliberate with her touches, Missy was quick and spontaneous, always leaving you wondering where she would place her hands next. First they were on your back, then they moved down to your hips, and then even further down to your thighs after that before finally coming back up to brush over your stomach. You noticed she never kept them in one place for very long, most likely in an effort to tease you. It was working.

After you were stripped down to your underwear (River hadn't put your bra back on when helping you get dressed, instead choosing to keep it) Missy moved in front of you, her piercing eyes gazing fully upon your practically bare body. You felt like a rabbit being gazed at by a hawk who was in desperate need of a meal.

"Just look at you. Absolutely gorgeous." For once, her words didn't hold a mocking undertone, but rather a subtle appreciation. It made you feel warm inside, in more ways than one.

"Thank you, Mistress," you obediently replied, to which she gave you a pleased smirk in response.

"Aw, such a good pet. You're just like Clara, always remembering your manners... for the most part, anyway."

Clara's cheeks flushed at her words, and you took it that she was remembering what she and Missy had done together when you and River had been gone.

"She likes to be a bit of a brat sometimes," she continued while glancing over in the direction of the two other people in the room. "I must admit, it can be rather cute to put someone back in their place after acting out, but it can become quite tiresome after a while. Luckily she was able to behave for me rather quickly after I threatened her with a good spanking."

"Missy," Clara whisper-shouted her name, the color of her face similar to a tomato by this point.

Acting as if she hadn't even spoken, Missy turned her attention back towards you. "But I'm sure you'll be a good girl for me, won't you, dear?"

Your breath hitched when she moved in closer, her hand reaching out to grab your chin so she could tilt your head up some. "Yes, Mistress, I can be good for you."

"That's a good girl. I think you deserve a reward for your good behavior, don't you?" She kept one hand on your chin as the other slipped down between your thighs, pulling down your underwear. Her fingers ghosted over your folds, which were already starting to become wet again. You wondered just how strong that aphrodisiac was to be able to make you aroused so quickly (at least, you liked to think that's why you were so turned on, and it wasn't just your insatiable need for the three women in the room).

You could see River moving in to press a few kisses to Clara's neck as she watched, her hands gripping onto the couch cushion at the sight of Missy touching you. Missy, who pulled your face back in her direction when she noticed your attention on her had started to slip.

"Keep your eyes on me, pet. Don't worry about what they're doing."

It was hard not to stare, especially when Clara started letting out soft moans, one of River's hands having found its way up her thigh as they sat there. Still, you didn't want Missy to have to punish you for disobeying her. You wanted to be good, and you wanted to make her proud, so you did your best to listen.

"Yes, Mistress. Sorry," you sheepishly apologized, any other words you might've tacked on at the end about how distracting the other women were being cut off by her fingers suddenly slipping inside of you.

Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the strangled whine that was pulled from you at the action, not giving you any time to adjust before she started lightly thrusting her fingers in and out. "There you are, poppet. You've been a good girl for me, so you should deserve a reward for it."

You couldn't respond by that point, your focus instead being on trying to stay standing while she pleasured you. At least with River there was a wall for you to lean on as she ate you out. Here you just had to hope if you began to topple over Missy would be quick enough to catch you before you hit the ground.

"M- Mistress-" you managed to breathe out as you unintentionally leaned in towards her, the combination of her pleasuring you while River touched Clara in the background starting to become too much for you to take.

"Aw, does my beautiful pet want me to make them cum, hm? Do you want to cum, my good girl?" Her tone was full of false sympathy, and you knew she'd have no problem denying you if she wanted to.

"Yes, Mistress, please- I've been so good for you, Mistress, please let me cum-" You begged pathetically, hoping you'd be able to sway her into letting you finish.

"If I let you cum, will you allow me to continue playing with you once you're done?" She asked while raising an eyebrow, making it clear there was some sort of catch. That didn't surprise you much. There always was with her.

"I'll let all three of you play with me if you let me cum," you promised in a moment of desperation, something that may or may not come back to bite you judging from the impish gleam in her eyes.

"Why, of course, pet," she purred in a low and uncharacteristically gentle tone. "You may cum now if you want."

If you'd been in a clearer headspace, you might've thought twice about the promise you'd made, but you couldn't. You needed to cum, so when she told you to, you did.

There was no doubt a mess of your juices on her fingers, something that was confirmed when she pulled them out of you and brought them up to your lips. "Clean these off for me, pet."

You were in too much of a daze from the intense orgasm you'd just experienced to protest, so you allowed her to slip her fingers into your mouth. Watching her with hooded eyes, you used your tongue to lick her fingers clean, not missing the proud look in her eyes as you completed the action.

"Good pet," she cooed once you were done, petting your head with her free hand. "Now why don't you come sit with me while River finishes her turn with Clara, hm?"

Missy took you by the wrist and guided you over to the armchair she'd been sitting in previously, carefully pulling you onto her lap so you could watch the scene before you. River had slipped her hand into Clara's pants at some point, giving her the same treatment and undivided attention that Missy had given to you.

"Don't they look so pretty, pet?" Missy murmured next to your ear, her hands resting on your bare thighs as she spoke.

A light shiver went down your spine at the sudden realization that you were naked while she was still completely clothed. "Yes, Mistress. They look very pretty."

Clara's eyes managed to catch yours while River was kissing her neck, the mere sight of you and Missy observing her while she was in such a compromising position being the thing that ended up pushing her over the edge. You could hear the faint mutters of praise River was giving as she removed her fingers from inside her, using her tongue to clean them off. You could only imagine how soaked Clara's underwear must be by this point.

"You'll never believe what my sweet little pet here agreed to," Missy began, her casual tone a stark contrast to the mischievous look in her eyes.

You gulped at her words, remembering the promise you made earlier about letting not only her, but also River and Clara play with you if she let you cum.

River seemed to catch on pretty quickly, a slight smirk toying with her lips as she looked over at you, but Clara was still too caught up in the aftermath of her own orgasm to pay attention.

"Why don't you tell them what you told me, dear?" Missy suggested as one of her hands moved from your thigh up to your waist, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I- I said that I'd let you three play with me some more if she allowed me to cum," you muttered softly, feeling your face heat up with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

That certainly got the attention of both River and Clara, the former's smirk widening while the latter eyed you curiously, evidently wondering about the deal you'd made. You were sure the Time Lady whose lap you were sitting in looked as smug as ever, though you couldn't see her face to be sure.

"I have a pair of handcuffs that might assist in making it a bit more fun," River said while pulling said pair out of the inside of her coat. Where she got them, you had no clue, but the fact she had them in her inventory didn't surprise you in the slightest. "If you're alright with it, that is."

You were feeling a bit nervous, you had to admit, but between the both the alcohol and aphrodisiac from earlier still coursing through your veins, your adrenaline was pumping in a way you'd never felt it before. You had an thirst to quench, an itch to scratch, and you were positive this was the best way to get rid of it.

"I'm more than alright with it," you replied in a voice that sounded a lot more confident than you felt. That was all it took for yet another round of fun to begin.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. You remembered being handcuffed and blindfolded (both of which you enthusiastically consented to) after moving onto one of the massive beds, which were thankfully big enough to fit all four of you if need be.

There was always at least two pairs of hands on you, though it was usually all three at once. You could tell which ones belonged to which woman because of the way they moved across your body.

River was teasing yet sensual, her touch slower than the others. Missy was a bit erratic, always leaving you guessing where she'd be moving to next. And Clara was gentle, lightly using her fingertips to trace the contours of your body.

After everything was said and done, they undid the handcuffs and removed the blindfold, a various string of praises being muttered from all three. One wiped you down while another held you close, the third grabbing clean clothes for you. It was a miracle after all that you hadn't passed out from an exhausted fit of pleasure yet, or that somebody hadn't made a noise complaint.

River and Missy "retired" to their own bed, though you knew they both stayed up for a while after that because of the muffled moans and squeaking from the mattress. Despite that, you couldn't say it bothered you much, as you were too caught up in what would soon become your own passion-filled embrace with Clara to notice.

"You were awfully bold tonight," she commented while laying next to you on the bed, a hint of admiration in her voice as she spoke. "I don't think I've ever seen you act so forward with your sexual advances before."

"Well, a couple of drinks and a chocolate full of aphrodisiac certainly didn't hurt," you said in a somewhat joking manner, one of your hands reaching over to gently brush a strand of hair back from her face.

Her big brown eyes watched you intently, the look in them an interesting combination of both affection and arousal. "You know, I never got my own private turn with you," she commented with a suggestive undertone.

"Oh, really? Maybe we should fix that, then." You moved your hand from her hair down to her waist, pulling her closer to you on the bed so that your bodies were pressed against one another, limbs locking together like the perfect two pieces of a puzzle.

She let out a soft gasp when you did that, her eyes fluttering shut the moment you dropped your face to the crook of her neck and started placing kisses there. "Oh, darling..." She murmured in ecstacy, her hands gripping onto your back as she held you close.

You could feel her nails digging in slightly, but you couldn't find it in you to care. One of your legs found its way between hers, slotting them together as you moved even closer to her.

Your bodies moved in tandem with each other, heavy pants and moans leaving from the both of you as your clothed pussies rubbed against each other just right. It wasn't very difficult getting you both to the point of release, but even after that you felt the need to continue.

At some point your movements went from being quick and desperate to slow and careful, turning into a much more romantic scenario in the blink of an eye. One of your hands held onto Clara's, your fingers laced tightly in a firm grip while you grinded against her.

"You're so good for me, Clara." The words fell from your lips easily, wanting to let her know just how good she made you feel and what a wonderful job she was doing. "Such a good girl, always a good girl for me."

She loudly whined at your words, her back arching up into you as her grip on your hand tightened. "Say- Say it again," she begged breathlessly, her eyes shut as she took in the moment. "Tell me again how good I am for you."

It was hard for you to not want to get a little rough at her obvious desperation, but you didn't want to put her through another energy draining round right before bed. You knew that right now she needed you to be gentle, so you managed to restrain yourself.

"You're so good, sweetheart. Always so well-behaved for me, even if you don't do the same for Missy," you added in a playful tease, referring back to the previous interaction she had that you weren't there to witness.

"Why must you always tease me so?" She question in an exaggerated huff, clearly not actually upset.

"Because I find it so cute getting to watch you pout, that's why." You leaned in and pressed a series of kisses to her face, most of which ended up on her mouth.

Even after you both came yet again, you still didn't move away from each other, far too comfortable to want to untangle your limbs. Besides, it's not like there was anything that needed to be cleaned up, meaning you were both able to drift off to sleep in one another's warm embrace.

You woke the next morning to find Clara sleeping peacefully in your arms, her face tucked into the crook of your neck as she was cuddled up closely beside you. The sight alone was enough to bring a smile to your face.

"Good morning, beautiful," you murmured affectionately when she began to stir, your hand moving to smooth back the hair from her face. Even with bedhead, she still managed to take your breath away.

"Good morning." Her voice was a bit raspy when she spoke, obviously from sleep. Blinking a few times, she let out a yawn. "Where are River and Missy?" She questioned while looking around some.

"I think they went to get us some breakfast. They should be back soon."

She hummed softly in acknowledgement at your words, snuggling closer to you as you spoke. "I really enjoyed last night," she admitted after a moment or so, sounding a little bit shy, something that you noticed even with her current grogginess.

"I did, too. We'll have to do this again sometime, though maybe we can go to where it's just the two of us." You loved River and Missy, but there was only so much of them you could take before you were completely worn out. As much fun as it might've been, last night was certainly a reminder of that.

She moved her head so that her chin was resting on your shoulder, staring up at you with her big brown eyes. "I think I'd like that," she replied quietly, a smile tugging at her lips. She leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips, one that you immediately reciprocated.

You broke the kiss when you heard a distinct sound of mischief and chaos coming from the hallway outside the room, one that always let you know when either River or Missy were nearby. In this case, it happened to be both.

Clara let out a whine of protest when you sat up some as she was still clinging onto you, though her want to stay in bed was soon won over by her hunger when her stomach let out an audible growl.

You let out a soft laugh when it happened, something she responded with by giving you a lighthearted shove.

"Come on, honey. Let's go get breakfast."

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20% of my writing these days is Waste Away With Me, 20% of it is one-word prompts, 20% is a very long Merlin fic, 20% is another Doctor Who multichapter, and the last 20% is a Disney fic and none of it may ever get posted but there's your update

[quietwingsinthesky]

12clara bday fic? 👀

happy birthday!!!

hmmmm... bodyswaps them. for funsies.

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It's one thing to know the Doctor has taken up temporary residence in her body like Clara has in his, and quite another to feel it when the mouth he uses to kiss her is her own.

"How do you stand this?" he says as they break apart, and Clara's a little distracted by getting to feel up her own ass and the Doctor at the same time—as well as the shocked little exhale that escapes him—to respond until he continues. "I'm getting a crick in your neck just from one kiss."

[3 sentence birthday ficathon]

[smallerontheoutside]

sooo I have a fanfic idea that I'm probably never going to write but who knows, so anyone is welcome to write it but please do tag me because I'd love to see! idea under the cut, contains canon from up to Hell Bent

I'm going to put this as a list in not really a specific order

clara's tardis communicates with the doctor's (we know tardises can communicate cause it's been mentioned before) and the doctor's tells her about the bad wolf, the only human who held the time vortex inside her head and is still alive

clara decides to go back to the powell estate to see her dad one last time, she wants to invite him over and pretend like everything is normal just once more while she still can

her tardis isn't as cheeky about destinations as the doctor's (yet) because she's much younger, but decides she wants to see the human the doctor's ship told her about

so when clara sets the destination as the powell estate, 2014, her tardis goes to the right place but not the right time and takes her to 2005 / 6 instead

clara doesn't realise straight away that it's the wrong time and goes up to her apartment (headcanon is they live in the same apartment, plus it works for this fic) and meets rose who is just coming out of the door having heard the tardis noise

cue confusion as 1. there's someone in clara's apartment and 2. rose heard the tardis, she's sure of it, but the doctor isn't there

anyway I'm really not sure how it would continue but I wanted to write it down before I forgot :))

[redjademilktea]

Hello hello!! I don't usually write things for Doctor Who, but I've been having the world's worst writers block and for some reason the only thing my brain wanted to actually put out into the world was this silly idea I had about an alternative Fourteenth Doctor. For some reason, this silly little part-of-a-story (or, first chapter in a longer fic?) is the only thing that would unclog my brain and allow me to actually write. It worked, and I am able to continue diss writing again, but I figured I'd share what I wrote here just so this thing has a purpose other than unblocking my writers block haha.

For context: this is an alternate idea for the Fourteenth Doctor. What if, instead of reaching for the face of a previous incarnation, the Doctor at the moment of her regeneration in Power of the Doctor instead reached for a past companion? One whose loss the Doctor had not yet fully processed? Whose presence meant so much to them? What if, when the Doctor regenerated, she found herself with Clara's face, instead of Ten's?

This story is my excuse to imagine Jenna Coleman as the Doctor, because she was incredible in Flatline (and all throughout her time on the show)!! And I wanted to see more of that. So, Clara!Doctor it is!!

This story takes place right after The Power of the Doctor and Thirteen's regeneration on those rocks by the ocean. The story itself largely occurs in Monterey, California, USA in October, 1994. It's not complete, but I actually will probably finish this up, since it was so fun to write. What I have of the story below!!

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"Blossomiest blossom." The Doctor took in a deep, labored breath. She felt it surging now, the burst of temporal, regenerative energy jolting through her core. "That's the only sad thing, I want to know what happens next."

How many more sunrises would she get to see? How many more planets would she set foot on, the endless stars dotting their skies, stretching out towards infinity. So much possibility, all of it rapidly fading as the orange pink of sunrise crested into the more tangible reality of day.

How many more traps were there to purposefully walk into? And to barely escape from by the skin of her teeth and a face full of mattress (she still hand't thanked the TARDIS properly for that, for another lifetime, she supposed)? How many more beaches, endless waves and cool ocean rocks skipping along the rolling waters? How many more stones cast, hoping, wishing, begging that it could go on forever?

How many more places and timezones would she flee to, skip by, before the stones, the wishes ran out? How many more faces, how many more life times, until it all catches up to her? The angry, vengeful tide of time lost crashing over her like a ravenous tsunami? How many more scoops of ice cream would she muster up, before-

Well, no time for that now. That's up to the next one.

"Right then, Doctor-whoever-I'm-about-to-be," she smiled, the gentle warmth of the steady sunrise blending with the growing fire of change within her. "Tag, you're it."

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She blinked. "She" was still the right way to describe who was doing the blinking, right? It felt correct. About the only thing that felt certain right now. That and the crashing waves. Why were there waves?

She looked down, tattered grey coat flapping in the cool breeze, enough to put out the remaining embers. She wobbled slightly as she attempted to ground herself.

Speaking of the ground, it was definitely closer now. About three inches closer. No. That wasn't right. She wasn't hunching like normal. Is that normal now? How was her posture? She should check now that she's- Wait, no, focus! Focus! What was she doing? That's right the ground. It was four inches closer, not three. Silly, silly...

An ominous clang from about twenty feet behind her. That was odd. That sounded incredibly familiar. Not a good familiar. The thought excited her. Oh, excited? Do ominous noises excite her now? She supposed they always did, to a degree, but something about the possibility here, the unknown, made the hair on her neck stand. Oh, she had a neck! More good news. What other body parts were-

Another clang, louder, more demanding. As if the sound was deliberately calling to her. She turned around, her hazy vision clarifying on the visage of a blue box. Box. Ship. Home. ...TARDIS!

Oh. The TARDIS, with scorch marks crisscrossing the front paneling. That must have been- She really needed to be more careful of where she chose to do this sort of thing.

She rushed towards the door, fumbling for where she left... The door openy thing. The metal jangly thing that let her inside places. Sonic! Wait no, that's not right. K-key! Yes her key. Where was-

The door clicked open as if pulling her inside. That certainly saved her rather valuable brains capacity to better orient herself. She ran towards it, the breeze blowing her hair back on the way in. Hair! Was it- No. Not ginger. She would know if it was ginger. That's not something one could miss. This hair felt... Well she didn't know what it felt like. It felt a little longer than last time, about shoulder length. It felt... well whatever it felt like, it didn't feel ginger. Maybe next go around.

Another clang rang out as she made her way towards the console. The dazzling array of vibrant and emphatically glowing buttons caused her already racing hearts-beat to skyrocket in anticipation. So many buttons. So many options. She should spend some time to figure out- Unless... she hand't pressed that one before. Who knows what that one did. She better check. It could very well solve whatever had the TARDIS acting up. At the very least she'll know that it wouldn't fix it. And knowledge gleaned was knowledge gleaned.

She reached for the blaring button, eyes glimmering with anticipation. The smirk was already firmly on her face before it registered in her mind. What next? She hit the button.

With a loud whirr and an even louder crash, she found herself on the floor, no mattress in sight to break her fall. Another crash sent her careening towards one of the glowing pillars surrounding the console. She may have to re-check her posture after that one. Reassess.

Another explosion and a screeching whirr and another toss and-

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October 25th, 1994 - 3:32 PM

Monterey, CA, USA

Cass sighed. She hated working on Tuesdays. Granted, she hated working here on any given day, but Tuesdays were a particularly awful experience.

She looked around the diner, idly noting the older woman in the corner sitting with a coffee and her newspaper and the family of tourists seated towards the counter. For a brief moment, she considered checking in on either table before deciding against it. There were only so many times she could ask if they needed refills before it started affecting her tip.

Another exacerbated sigh. All the empty tables had been wiped down. The floor was spotless. All dishes and cups were cleaned and put away. All the décor dusted (a notable feat to be sure, the eccentric collection of 1950s themed paraphernalia seemed to always have some pore or crevice or corner that needed cleaning, the task was almost sisyphean in Cass's opinion).

She walked over to the photo of John Steinbeck hung over the jukebox in the corner, the tinny chiming of Buddy Holly and the Crickets growing louder as she approached. She leaned over to realign the portrait. Whether or not the portrait was askew before was unimportant, the goal of sating her boredom was accomplished. As she pulled back to admire her unnecessary handiwork, the door chimed.

"Grab a table wherever, I'll be with you in-" the familiar sight of Mae's denim jacket caught the corner of Cass's eye as she glanced over the photo. Perfectly straight. Like it had been before. She turned to face her friend more fully.

"Slow day huh," Mae said, nodding her head in the direction of the portrait.

"You could say that," Cass responded, smirking as she headed towards the counter. "You want the usual?"

"I could probably use it, got a long night of fish house keeping ahead of me I guess."

"At least it's not the otters."

"If it was the otters I'd at least have a cute reason for smelling like death."

"Fair," Cass laughed as she finished pouring the coffee into the mug. She slid it over to Mae, who had taken up her usual stool at the end of the counter. "Anything new going on?"

"Other than grad research and fish kicking my ass? Not much really," Mae answered, taking a small sip and blowing on the surface of the coffee in an effort to cool it.

"Gonna at least head out this weekend for the beach before the weather gets too bad?" Cass leaned onto the counter, giving Mae her full attention.

"I can't. Oh! I didn't tell you. I got new ink!" Mae shrugged off her loose jacket to reveal the sight of a wrapped tattoo on her upper arm. "So freaking cool, right?"

Cass looked over the tattoo, the wisping clouds of inky smoke surrounding the number 27. The font was striking, and the line work and artistry lent itself to the gothic imagery that Mae so readily embraced.

"Woah, this looks incredible," Cass moved closer. For a half second, she swore the smoke looked like it was drifting up. She blinked. The static image remained before her. Brushing the tinge of confusion aside, Cass looked back up at Mae. "Where'd you get it done?"

"This new place that opened up a few blocks down. Jaime told me about it."

At that, Cass raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were 'never talking to that asshole again'?"

"Look, he helped me after his shift was over and I was drowning in work. Can you blame me? Plus, I'm not not gonna notice a sick tattoo like this, regardless of what asshole it's attached to."

Cass sighed as she met Mae's eyes, the green of them assuaging her mild annoyance. "Mhmm. Just... be careful this time? Okay?"

"Hey, I learned my lesson. You don't have to worry," a smile lined with the warmth of affection grew on Mae's face. "Plus, I know you'll kick his ass if he does something stupid."

At that, Cass laughed more fully. "Sure. But you can't expect me to be there every time a guy needs his ass kicked. I have a life too."

"What? Admiring old Johnny back there keeping you occupied?"

"Hey, careful. He's got grapes of wrath headed your way if you keep talking shit."

"Oh? That's the kind of guy you're into huh?"

A slight sting. It really shouldn't still bother her. She knew what she was signing herself up for when she moved back. The familiar trappings of a well-worn closet. She was used to it. She could handle the gentle suffocation. She was used to it.

"Something like that." Cass pulled back, standing up a little straighter. "I'm always here if you need anything."

"I know," Mae responded, placing a gentle hand over Cass's. Cass found her cheeks flushing slightly. She pulled her hands away.

A loud crash and the frantic cling of the door chime caused both women to jolt upright. They were greeted by the sight of a woman, short, dark brown hair, flowing grey trench coat, all but falling over as she burst through the door.

"Sorry! Sorry." She made eye contact with Cass. Something about the intensity of her gaze threw Cass off balance. "I'm looking for..." the woman sighed, massaging her temples. "What was it?" she squeezed her eyes shut, as if struggling to keep focus. "Paper clips! Yes, do you happen to have 3 paper clips? About this big? Or a stapler. But no more than half full."

Cass blinked, the shock giving way to utter bewilderment. She looked to Mae, who wore a similarly confounded expression.

"Half full... of staples?" Cass managed to find her voice.

"That's it," the woman responded. Was that... British? "Actually, I take that back. The paper clips are probably more versatile. Unless you happen to have those smaller ones that you can carry around and open up. Not the bulky ones. Those will-"

The woman stopped suddenly, as she took in her surroundings. "Hang on," she looked around. Cass followed her line of sight as she scanned the diner. "Have I been here before?"

While Cass honestly had very little idea what was happening in the scene unfolding before her, she certainly knew the answer to that question.

"Definitely not," Cass said.

"Are you sure?" the woman responded, continuing her survey of the space around her. Her brow furrowed.

"I think I'd remember if a British lady with a scorched jacket stumbled into here before, yeah." Cass said, a bemused grin now firmly in place.

"British la- Oh that's right! Does it still suit me?"

"What?"

"Never mind. I'm sure it does. Your accent... American. With a bit of vocal fry. Californian? Not Southern Californian. Am I in California?"

"Wow," Mae blurted out, breaking her stunned silence. She turned back to Cass, matching her incredulous smile. "And... where did you think you were?"

"Last I remember, by the ocean," the woman whipped around, looking out the diner window. "And it looks like I still am. Different ocean though. Judging by the wave patterns at least."

"And that ocean was... here? On planet Earth?" Mae asked. Cass swatted at her non-tattooed arm. "What?"

"Don't make fun of her."

"I'm just curious!"

"The Atlantic if I'm remembering right," the woman continued on, seemingly unfazed. "Last few hours are a bit fuzzy," the woman responded, still firmly peering out the window at the beach.

"I bet they are," Mae said under her breath. "Ow, hey!"

Cass pulled back her hand from the follow-up swat. Then, to the woman, "Are... Are you alright? Can I get you anything? Call... some... one...?" Her voice trailed off, uncertain of what she was even supposed to do in a situation like this.

"What like a doctor?" Mae laughed.

At that, the woman turned around. "Why? Do you know one?" She quickly made her way back to the counter.

"No. At least not personally?" Mae responded, taken aback by the woman's sudden proximity.

"Oh. Shame. I feel like a doctor would be helpful right now, but I can't put a finger on why. Wait." The woman turned back abruptly, heading straight towards the portrait of John Steinbeck in the corner. "Oh, old Johnny. I haven't seen him since the whole thing with those angry grapes."

Mae and Cass exchanged looks. The woman stepped back slightly.

"If he's here then... Monterey? Cannery Row. And..." the woman walked over and yanked the newspaper out of the hands of the elderly person who was taking in the scene in stunned silence. "Ah! 1994." She placed the paper back into the older woman's hands. "I figured, with a coat like that," the woman nodded her head towards Mae.

"Wh-wait what is that supposed to mean?" Mae stuttered as Cass burst out with laughter. "Have you even looked at what you're weari-"

Suddenly, a loud whirlwind of noise emanated from outside. A cacophony of caws echoed through the air, almost filling Cass's lungs and knocking her over with their sheer volume. A scream from a man rang out as a blur of black feathers swarmed past the window.

"What was that?" Cass said, moving towards the window. The woman followed.

"Ravens," was her only response before she all but ran out the door. Cass looked at Mae and then out to the rest of the diner. Before she could even begin to second guess herself, she took off after the woman.

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"Hey!" Cass shouted as she gasped for breath. This woman was incredibly quick. She seemed to change directions as fast as she changed trains of thought. "Wait! What are you-"

The woman turned her head as Cass caught up to her, but she didn't slow down. "Aren't you still on the job?" is all she responded with as she bolted towards the source of the sound.

A large flock of ravens circled the late afternoon sky. Further down the road by the pier, a man stood, seemingly at the center of the confluence of feathers and caws. The man screamed again. As Cass and the woman closed in, she could make out the terrified look that locked itself onto the man's face. He stood in the plaza at the front of the pier, in front of a monument depicting several bronze figures in various poses around and on top of a jutting pile of rocks. The ravens circled, cries increasing in volume. The cacophony was almost disorienting.

The woman stopped on the corner of the street, directly across from where the man whose growing panic manifested in more regular screams. The ravens seemed to respond, almost a delighted symphony of calls, as if toying with the man. Cass came to a crashing halt at the woman's abrupt cessation of movement. The looming red of the building next to them seemed to amplify the sheer confusion and anxiety now rippling through Cass.

"What's-" Cass panted, "What's happening?!"

"Quantum shades." The woman responded, plainly.

"Qua- what?"

"Quantum shades. I've seen this before. Where have I seen this before?" The woman began rubbing her temples, her eyes squeezing shut as if struggling desperately to recall something.

"This is a common thing?" Cass asked. She wasn't sure what answer she was expecting. Or what answer would quell her frayed nerves.

"Not common. At least not in this corner of the universe anyway. Not right now at least. Give it twenty years. Hang on!" the woman seemed to light up at an apparent connection that flew right over Cass's head. Along with about twenty thousand other things, she supposed. "That sounds familiar! You don't plan on stranding yourself in London a few decades from now do you?" the woman gave an inquisitive look at Cass. Cass could only respond by opening and closing her mouth several times.

Suddenly, the beats of wings and the rain of dark feathers grew more frantic. The man continued to let out horrified yelps as he climbed the center art fixture, crouching among the statues in a vain attempt to find cover. In response to this, the woman reached into her flowing coat and produced a peculiar looking device.

It was gleaming silver, intricate patterns carved along it. The shape and bend of the object was akin to a bulky looking spoon, however the "handle" end of the object was capped off with a strange looking stone.

The woman held up the device, pointing it at the frenzied flock. With a whir, the stone at the top of the device glowed a bright orange as it rotated. Cass's eyes widened at the sight. The woman held the device sideways, as if reading something. Her face shifted from determined curiosity into worry.

"That's what I was afraid of," she said, eyes shifting back to the man.

"What's happening? Is he alright?" Cass asked. Her worry for the man's safety doubling.

The woman seemed to consider her question for a moment. She turned to face Cass more fully. Her deep brown eyes betrayed a calculating stare, as if she was assessing every aspect of Cass's being. Cass shuddered.

She seemed to find what she was looking for, as she stepped back slightly and straightened her posture. "Quantum shades," she repeated. "Beings of pure probability. Their motives are..." the woman paused, looking back at the terrified man who was now attempting to swat away the circling birds. "Their motives are hard to pin down. Almost like they change the moment you look away." A rueful smirk appeared on her face. "But some outcomes are more likely." She began walking slowly towards the man, a stunned Cass right behind her.

"These birds? Are quantum... They- they're not crows?" Cass asked, a half a step behind the woman.

"Ravens." the woman corrected. "And no. They take on a form when observed. Otherwise, they exist purely as a wave function across space and time."

"Across space and..." Cass muttered under her breath. "Okay... then what do they want with that man?"

"They're hunting." At Cass's bewildered expression, the woman expanded. "They feed off of the unrealized potential of a being's wave function. Every being, every object, every particle has a wave function. It represents all the possible paths one can take. For example, I could turn right and walk down the street at this moment. Just totter off. And never look back."

"And you're not going to?"

At that, the woman smiled. She looked down at the name tag on Cass's lapel. "Cass, eh? Good name. I'm... I'm..." the woman stopped in her tracks, brows furrowed. "Ugh I knew I was forgetting something! Never mind," she turned back to Cass. "Like I was saying. I could bugger off in that direction. Stop by for a cuppa at a café. Maybe take a stroll through the aquarium near sunset."

Cass raised an eyebrow. "And...?"

"And, I could keep walking straight. Right towards that man. These choices. All of it is possible. And they radiate out across time and space as a wave function. Some things are more likely than others of course, but anything is possible."

"I don't understand," Cass said, looking towards the scene before her. "What does this... why do they want him?"

Another scream as the ravens began pointedly swooping in, swiping at the man'n shoulder.

"What are they doing?" Cass asked, stepping forward as if compelled. She didn't understand why. But she wanted to do... something. "What- Can we help him?"

The woman turned back, smile returning more fully now. "Now you're asking the right questions." She reached out, and before Cass could process it, the woman had her by the hand and was pulling her towards the central plaza.

"Quantum shades hunt by collapsing the wave function of a being into a single." The woman explained, pulling Cass along. "Every possibility, every moment of their possible futures, every place they can run..." The man swatted furiously as he continued to scream, clinging to the peak of the rock pile. "All transfixed into one point on the fabric of space and time. And that point becomes their death."

"They're going to- How do we help him?" Cass's fear had melted away slightly, to her surprise. In its place, something strange. Determination?

"That all depends on what kind of shades we're dealing right now. Right now. I should clarify." The woman held up her silvery device again. "If I scan them, it should collapse their wave function to this moment and we can get a read on what their goal is." A whir, then a few more buzzing sounds as the woman squinted at the device. "Like I said, some things are more likely than others. It looks like these shades are looking for..." A grim look flashed across her face. "Unrealized potential."

"His unrealized potential."

"Yes." The woman responded, flatly. "Alright Cass," she grabbed onto Cass's hand again. "Let's put those waitressing skills to the test, yeah?"

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[quietwings-fics]

one, two, three

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: ClaraMissyRoseTwelve Additional Tags: Pre-Poly, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bickering, Humor, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Wordcount: 747 Summary:

When the Doctor wakes up, there are three faces staring down at him—two he recognizes and one that leaves him with the nagging feeling that he should.

Prompt:

"Could you do a follow up of the Rose/Missy prompt? I'm just thinking about what might happen after when the Doctor sees her, the interactions between the three of them (plus Clara!). It would be soooo fun to see the Doctor's reaction to Rose being you know. There."

When the Doctor wakes up, there are three faces staring down at him—two he recognizes and one that leaves him with the nagging feeling that he should. He’s not sure where to look. Names jumble together on his tongue.

���Doctor?” says Rose, and she can’t be here. It’s not so far out of the question that he’s seeing ghosts after being knocked on the head. He can’t let himself talk to her. That’s too much like hope. He casts his gaze over to her side.

“Clara,” he says. She’s down with him in a moment. He has to see the shock cross Rose’s face, and he’s only able to stand it because she isn’t real. The real Rose is alive and happy and so far beyond his reach. Better for it, he knows. Better to be far, far away from him.

“Missy!” says the third figure. “Introductions over. On your feet, Doctor, I’ve got another present for you.”

“I’m not a present,” Rose says, in the long-suffering tone of someone who has had this conversation many times and never been able to change how it goes. Missy ignores her. The Doctor clasps at Clara’s offered hands to sit up. It’s only when she glares up at the other two woman-

“Clara,” he whispers, poorly by how both Missy and Rose immediately look at him, “can you see her?”

“Which one?” Clara says. “The one who told me she wants to skin me to make a handbag”—Missy grins, folding her hands like she is completely innocent. He has a terrible feeling that he knows exactly who she is.—“or the one who was too busy making puppy-dog eyes at you while you were out to notice?”

“I was not-” Rose starts.

“You definitely were,” Missy says. “Watch what you say, Clara. She bites!”

“So do I,” Clara mutters.

The Doctor stares, his mouth half-open, as the three of them bicker. It’s Rose who notices first.

“Hey,” she says, so simply. He knows Clara is glancing back at him, but he can’t look away from Rose. Not when she smiles. He’s missed that like sunlight, the memory never as bright as the real thing. He lifts one hand towards Rose, and she takes it as invitation, falling down to the floor with him and Clara and wrapping her arms around him so hard that the air gets shoved out of his lungs. Clara stubbornly holds onto his other hand, so he strokes through Rose’s hair with just one. “You have no idea how long I’ve missed you.”

“You can’t imagine,” Missy adds, and he lifts his gaze over Rose’s shoulder as breathes in the scent of her hair for the first time in centuries. It scares him, the little sympathy he finds on Missy’s face, because if she is who he thinks she is, then he’s not sure he wants to know what Rose means.

He tries to keep the questions out of his mouth, at least for now, to have this moment untainted. Rose burrows into him. “You got old,” she says, fondly.

“Not that old,” he says, and he thinks to tell her about the face that came before, the young one he thinks now would have been more to her taste-

“It looks good on you,” she says, settling him. She pulls back. “Still my Doctor, then?”

“Your Doctor?” Clara asks.

“My Doctor,” Missy speaks over both of them. “I don’t share.” Rose tosses her head to face her.

“Come down here,” Rose says. Missy narrows her eyes at her, but the indignity of following an order is far outweighed by getting close to him. Or, so he assumes from how she butts in between him and Rose to steal a kiss. Rose laughs. Clara gasps, gripping his hand tighter. Even when he’s finally allowed to breathe again, he’s still dizzy. Missy lifts his hand to kiss his pulse at his wrist twice before bringing his hand to her chest to confirm what he’s suspected.

He looks between them, Rose practically (or is she actually…? No, must be a trick of the light) lit up with excitement, Missy deviously stealing into more and more of his personal space, and Clara doing very little to hide her jealousy but still watching, eyes dark and far more hungry than they should be.

He’s not sure how he’s going to survive them, but he will ride out every last moment holding on as hard as he can.

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