Whouffaldi AU. Clara is at university and The Doctor is her new Medieval literature teacher. " And what makes you say that ?". She takes him in, her eyes slowly inspecting him. She observes but doesn't discriminate. Her answer is all cheek and no judgement. " Well, the boots and the magician outfit are pretty good dead giveaways."

"Really we're just good friends," they always tell the aliens, and the aliens say, "Ha ha ha ha ha ha hahaha," in a manner the Doctor finds to be unnecessarily sarcastic. (Two best friends snog each other across the universe. Whouffaldi fluff.)

After hearing Clara would be alone for Christmas, the Doctor makes it his mission to give her the best Christmas he possibly can. In order to do this he recruits the help of his past incarnations.

The Doctor and Clara, directly after Last Christmas

The Doctor returns for Clara on December 1st, but any plans to fly away are diminished when the TARDIS breaks down, leaving him trapped in 21st Century London. Rooming with Clara during his 'imprisonment' doesn't do much for his dignity, but once the two overcome much awkward tension, he realizes that maybe being domestic isn't so bad, so long as you're with the right person.

Tumblr Whouffle Prompt: Could you write something during Christmas, where Twelve and Clara get stuck under an alien or technologic kind of mistletoe that doesn't let people move away until they kissed?

On Christmas Day, Clara Oswald and the Doctor decide to take part in an old-fashioned Christmas tradition. [Whouffaldi fluff.]

One of the last things Clara wanted to be doing on her day off was running around town in search of a puzzle piece that could lead to the swallowing of the planet. The absolute last thing she had wanted to do was to run into her family and accidentally re-introduce them to the Doctor.

Basically just a Professor!Twelve and Student!Clara AU...I'll come up with a better summary later, but that really is the main premise of this...Enjoy! Rated strong T for a few scenes, but it's nothing too graphic...

"Stay by my side," he told her, fingers flexing, aching for her hand and the touch of her skin. He restrained himself, because she was still afraid, and a little untrusting, no matter how many times she smiled at him. He saw, even when she looked away, how her eyes got wet.

What do you do when the music isn't there, but the steps are?