lookit this cutie patoot  ||  @braveher

[hug my muse || not accepting]

"Oh you brilliant, BRILLIANT GIRL!"

The Doctor scooped Clara up in an enormous hug, laughing and spinning her around and around in his arms. He plopped her back down, hands gripping her shoulders as he beamed down at her, relief and joy filling his eyes.

"I knew you could do it," he grinned, planting a kiss on the top of her head. "My Clara! Brilliant! C'mon! I'm sure you've got a lot of passengers who'll want to thank you for making sure their ship didn't get blown up!"

"You could have picked anything," The Doctor groaned, his face buried in his hands. "Anything! Any name in all of creation, and you decided on Keith. KEITH!!! DO I LOOK LIKE A 'KEITH' TO YOU?!"

She was right, of course. He had no idea how she'd found out. But there was no way he was ever, EVER going to admit it. His dark secret could never be found out. No one could know The Doctor's true name...

@braveher​ sent: 37) for sender to bite her cheek bc clara can't resist ↳  bite bite bite

[from this prompt]

"I'm missing something!" The Doctor exclaimed, pacing up and down, running his hand rapidly back and forth through his shaggy dark hair, the way he always did when he was really agitated. "It's right in front of my face, I can feel it!"

He ran back over to the TARDIS console, practically smushing his nose against the monitors as he stared hard at the strange circular symbols flashing across the screen.

"Doctor-"

"It's broken! The readout's broken! According to this, we should be in the middle of the ocean!" he complained. "But that can't be right! The pressure's all wrong! The molecular composition of the atmosphere! So what's gone wrong? What am I missing?"

"Doctor..."

He whipped around to look at Clara. "What is it?" he demanded, not really expecting her to give him an answer. "Have we crashed? The sea's all dried up? Or maybe we've landed too early, and there isn't any sea at all! But then, there ought to be some sort of vegetation! Some sort of animal life! So why- MMPFH!"

He blinked, startled as Clara put her finger over his mouth. For a moment he stared at her, totally confused. He raised an eyebrow. Kissed the finger, bemused. Clara gave him That Look -- the one that said he'd done something very sweet, but very, very stupid.

"What?"

She just smiled at him.

"What?"

And then he heard it. A low mechanical rumble. Air ducts. Engines. The Doctor's eyes widened, and he looked at Clara, a broad grin spreading over his features.

[from this prompt]

"No?"

The Victorious stepped nearer to the girl, tilting his head to one side, his dark eyes burning.

"You forget," he said, leaning very close to Clara, his gaze fixed on hers. "I'm not your Doctor. If I have to hurt you to get what I want, I promise you, I will. You... are just a concept to me. We've no attachments. And I'm not the man you travelled with. And if everything goes according to plan, I won't ever have to be."

He smiled at her. It was bright, and charming, and cheerful -- a brief flicker of the man he used to be... except for the eyes, which were dead, cold, angry things... So ancient and full of loss...