A/N: Hello all! This is going to be a series of random—domestic AU or DW universe—Whouffle oneshots (thought it'd be easier to just combine them in the same story) and I hope you all enjoy the first chapter! I'll be taking prompts on my Tumblr (blueintheclouds) so feel free to send them there!

Where the Doctor struggles with domestics and Clara misplaces her ring.

"Look at us, whole week of not being able to see each other and here we are doing the dishes," Clara smiled as she wiped a plate dry. The Doctor chuckled and handed her another wet dish.

"Do you reckon we're getting a little too domestic?" He asked, wiping a bowl in circular motions.

"Us? Nah, never!" She grinned. The Doctor smiled softly at her before gazing down at her hand.

"Clara, where's your ring?" He asked worriedly. She glanced down quickly and widened her eyes at her bare finger.

"Oh! Er I take it off when I wash the dishes," she fibbed, hoping he didn't catch her lie. Though he could be a bit thick at times, he was still her fiancé and knew her better than anyone else in the world.

"Oh that's right," he muttered as he concentrated on removing a particularly stubborn marinara stain off a bowl.

She blew out a small breath of relief as he seemed to let go of the topic for now.

"How do you lot do these kinds of things every day?! These stains are infuriating!" He cried, flinging his sponge into the sink.

"Doctor!" She laughed, wiping her hands off on a towel before pulling him down by the lapels of his coat, "you said you'd try this for me for a bit, just until our wedding."

He sighed, "I know Clara and I plan on keeping my word but it's just...it's so difficult!"

"Doctor I've seen you save billions of lives and planets throughout time and space but you can't do a couple of chores around the house when the woman you love needs you to?" She squinted her eyes playfully.

"Claraaa! You don't need me to, you want me to!"

"Of course I do, this is your test. I want to see if you're capable of doing a few humany-wumany things before we're married," she said straightening his bow-tie.

"You know perfectly well I'm very capable of doing humany-wumany things! Or did you forget what we did last night?" He lowered his voice. She flushed as the memory flashed through her mind.

"Argh Doctor you know what I mean!"

"I do, I do," he agreed and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Come on come on come on, where are you?!" She shouted at her dressing table, fumbling over her small knick-knacks and boxes to find the small gold band that held so much promise. She groaned in frustration as she realised it was nowhere in her bedroom. This'll break the Doctor's heart. She thought to herself as she sat down, gnawing on her lip. She didn't know what to do next; she searched her house's every nook and cranny. Plopping herself down on her bed, she closed her eyes in concentration as she imagined where the small piece of jewellery might be. It meant the world to her, it really did, it wasn't just a symbol of her and the Doctor's relationship, it stood for something so much more.

She remembered the night he proposed, they didn't do anything all day besides floating about in space and star gazing (because there wasn't anything quite like it), they sat side by side on the threshold of the TARDIS' door, legs dangling in black space. She was in the middle of describing her mum and dad's marriage when he interrupted her with a question that caught her next words. Did she ever want to be married? I think I'd like to...depends on the person, of course. She responded in her usual fashion. He kicked his feet back and forth shyly in that endearing way of his. Could you see yourself together with me? She bit in a smile at that, knowing that only her Doctor would ask something like that. I see myself spending the rest of my life with you, yes. She said simply. He returned a soft smile and placed a small gold ring in her palm. Encrusted with the reddest jewels and brightest diamonds she ever seen, her mouth dropped. I got it our second visit to Ahkaten. The um..the stones aren't from Earth, I hope you don't mind, it's just...I saw it and knew I had to give it to you, too special, it is. Tears welled in her eyes as she realised the significance of the item in her hand. Doctor what did you have to gi...? He interrupted her quickly at that. Clara it doesn't matter what I had to give to the seller to get this because Clara you...you are so much more than that and I wanted you to know. I want you to know that travelling...being with you has been the happiest time of my lives and I suppose that this is me giving in, I want you for the rest of my life. That is if you'll have me? He looked so hopeful then she laughed at the absurdity of denying him. How could she ever? Is this a marriage proposal? She teased. He blushed and nodded, moving on from his old flailing ways and stuttered speech. Well I do, Doctor. She stroked his cheek then and captured his mouth in a sweet kiss before they broke apart happily, him beaming as he slid the ring on her finger. There, where it should be, all perfect. He murmured before dropping a kiss on her hand. The rest of the night was a blur after that though she could distinctively remembering the soft whispers of her name as he promised her his love over and over again throughout the night. It was the happiest day she ever lived and that ring stood for everything her and the Doctor felt for each other. If only she could find it.

"Clara?!" The Doctor cried from downstairs. She jumped up quickly at that, wondering what he wanted before she skipped down the stairs.

"Everything OK?"

"Have you lost anything recently?" He asked, a cheeky smile forming on his mouth.

Oh bugger. She thought, not knowing how to respond. "Er, don't think so, no..."

"Well that's a little peculiar..."

"Have you lost anything, Doctor?"

"I haven't but I have found something that seems to resemble something of yours..."

"Oh?" She quirked an eyebrow, "What might that be?"

"Oh just your engagement ring, is all...nothing big."

She squinted her eyes at his teasing manner. "That's odd..."

"But I mean if you insist you haven't lost anything, I suppose maybe you must have sleepwalked sometime into the TARDIS and accidentally cloned your own ring...I guess this is only a replica then, you won't mind if I just toss it in the rubbish..."

"No!" She cried, breaking her stance as she ran to him before sliding it back on her finger, where it belonged.

"Oh Clara I thought you said you didn't lose it?" The Doctor asked, still going along with his game.

"You're such a mad man sometimes."

"Clara since we're getting married I think it's very important you know that I am a mad man all the time."

She stuck her tongue out at him playfully. "Where did you find it? I've been searching the house for ages!"

"It was behind your toothbrush. I found it in the loo."

She breathed a sigh of relief as she hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you I misplaced it, I didn't want you to think it meant something little to me."

"Clara I would never doubt what it means to you just because you lost it for a moment...I just want you to feel that you can tell me anything, especially now since we're getting married." He brushed her hair from her forehead before kissing it.

"Of course Doctor..." she muffled against his chest.

"And while we're on the subject of honesty..."

"What is it?" She lifted her head up.

"I'm kind of...well, I can't really..."

"Doctor..." she started.

"Well... truth is I can't deal with all of this domestic-humany things we're doing. It's nice that we're spending time together in your natural habitat and I love all the things that make you who you are but Clara, I'm the Doctor and I just can't be walking around doing this kind of stuff when there's an entire universe out there with galaxies and galaxies filled of people and things and places to see and it's always changing I nee—"

He stopped as her smile grew wider. "I know Doctor, I know exactly who you are and what I was getting myself into when I said yes to your proposal...you're not here so you can prove yourself you're capable of doing simple domestic human functions. I know you're capable of doing so much more than that. I just wanted to see how long you would last, is all."

He narrowed his eyes at her cheeky smirk and waved his finger back and forth. "Clara Oswald I'm..."

"You're what?"

"I'm...gonna get you!" He cried before she let out a squeal and dashed, him chasing her all over the house. It didn't take long for him to catch up to her, his legs much longer than his and he trapped her underneath him in her bed, her arms held above her head.

"Well...now that you've caught me, what are you going to do with me?" She breathed against his mouth.

He chuckled lowly before capturing her in a heated kiss, his hand brushing against hers and smiling as he felt the gold band against his skin.

"Wait a minute, you promised me cocktails on the moon the night we got engaged!" She cried as they broke away.

"In ancient Mesopotamia?"

"Hmm...how about just the Earth's moon?" She suggested, finger trailing along his jaw line. He tilted his head, dropping a small kiss on her hand.

"Cocktails it is then, Clara Oswald!"

They swore they've never been happier.