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The Metamorphosis

Hi, could you do one where Bill and Missy get stranded somewhere and have to wait patiently together for the Doctor to return for them?

“Right,” Bill shifted from foot to foot, partly fearful for her life and partly fearful of dying an immediate and fatal gay death on the spot due to, well, the general proximity of one very attractive and very dangerous Time Lady. “I’m just going to… wait over here.”

She tried to sidle towards the far side of the viewing gallery, but found her way impeded by Missy. “Now, dearie,” the Time Lady purred, cocking her head to the side and pouting in an overly exaggerated manner. “Don’t look so frightened, I’m not going to bite. Unless you ask very nicely.”

Bill turned a violent shade of maroon, blushing like an idiot as she fought to remember how to elucidate something, anything, by way of response. “I…” she managed after a moment, her voice oddly strangled. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Sure?” Missy tipped her a wink. “I can be so much fun.”

“Sure,” Bill squeaked. “I’ll uh. I’ll just be. Yeah.”

Oh god, she prayed, edging away from Missy’s grasp. Doctor, please hurry. I might die a very gay death otherwise.

Just a dumb theory but hey!

Clara meets Romana 2 please?

“Nice hat,” Clara said casually, plonking herself down in the only free seat in the courtyard of the library; one that just happened to be beside a blonde-haired woman with a straw boater perched on the back of her head at a jaunty angle. “Come here often?”

The blonde-haired woman looked over and seemed to do a double take. “What in Rassilon’s name are you doing here?” she hissed, looking scandalised by Clara’s mere presence. “The Great Library of Alexandria?! Are you mad?!”

“Are you?” Clara levelled, quirking an eyebrow in confusion. “Because I can assure you, I’m quite sane, but that hat? That hat is not sane.”

“It keeps the sun off,” the stranger said haughtily. “Why are you here?”

“To read the books. Not to cause trouble, if that’s what you were thinking.”

“Now, Doctor, I know-”

“Wait,” Clara frowned. “I’m not… no, you’ve got your wires crossed. I’m not the Doctor, I’m the Teacher.”

The stranger’s face passed through several expressions, before settling on polite embarrassment. “Ah,” she said meekly. “My apologies. I’m Romanadvoratrelundar.”

Hi could you do one where Yaz, Bill, and Ryan have more in Common than traveling with the Doctor

“So, like… you’re into grime, then?” Ryan asked, his eyes widening in awe at the prospect. “Cos that’s super uncommon in most girls, I mean… Yaz doesn’t even know what grime is.”

“I do so,” Yaz shot back, frowning good-naturedly at him. “Stop making out that I’m super uncool.”

“You are super uncool,” he reminded her fondly, reaching over and ruffling her hair. “Like, totally and completely uncool. But I bet Bill isn’t. Are you, Bill?”

“I dunno,” she gave a nervous little laugh and a half-shrug. “I’m a bit of a nerd, but yeah, grime is sick. I reckon we could get Yaz into it, what do you say? Couple of nights out…”

“Oh god,” Yaz groaned. “I’ll just prepare for a hangover now, shall I?” 

The Swing - Jean-Honoré Fragonard, ca. 1767, Oil on canvas (but make it DND)