Here's a fic dump because... finale approaching. Eleven/Clara. G-ish. Previous batch
He had a whole brainlist of things that she was not: Flesh, human plus, a hologram, a Tesselecta, a slug in a human suit; dozens, hundreds more. And one list of things that she was: (pretty) (clever) (dozens, hundreds more) and real. To quote herself, she was actually real.( Read more...Collapse )meadow.
Clara felt bonelessly languid. She was full. She was warm. The dark squares on her dress were scorching the skin beneath… the light ones were getting there.
Meadow planet would definitely get a thumbs up in the mental journal she’d started keeping. Or, not a journal… more like a twitter feed. ( Read more...Collapse )And here’s a Clara + Eleven fic snippet because reasons (unfinished) There was supposed to be a part about them getting a giant egg in a papoose. And lots of eggs-ter-mi-nate puns. I never got that far.
Sometimes he almost forgot to ponder whether they were puppets caught in each other’s strings or puppeteers knocking elbows behind the curtains… and then Clara, unfailingly, announced that she wanted to make another soufflé.( Read more...Collapse )