Bad Flirt
I am profoundly sorry for what you guys will read. Requested by @turtlegirl521 â <3
This is a crack!fic about Madame De Pompadour and Rose Tyler
Iâm sorry
Also I did little to no historical research for this please donât judge me.
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The date is 1756, Madame De Pompadour, THE Madame De Pompadour sits at her writing desk. She is carefully crafting a letter to the local butcher to complain about the quality of meat for her King Louis XV. Lou didnât like to write his own Karen style letters due to the fact he thought it made him look whiney. Madame De Pompadour took up his Karen style letter cause because if she didnât, Lou would never stop complaining and everyone in the caste was getting quite fed up about the fact that the meat arrived and it seemed to have some sort of meaty juice coming off of it and someone needed to be fired for it, according to Lou.
Her portrait of a bowl of fruit made a rumble and a young girl who had blonde hair stepped into her room. âYouâre not the man who comes here, who are you?â De Pompadour asked.
âIâm Rose Tyler, Iâm a friend of The Doctorâs,â The Blonde said. âHeâs dealing with my, um, other friend, Mickey, right now. He got lost and we were both looking for him. I guess I ended up here.â
âWell, if youâre a friend of The Doctorâs you must be alright,â Madame De Pompadour decided. She continued to pen her letter.
âWhat are you writing?â Rose asked.
âOh nothing, just a letter to the butcher about the poor quality of meat,â Madame De Pompadour responded.
âMind if I take a look?â
âFor why?â
âWell,â Rose Started. âEveryone always says how smart you are, I want to see if thatâs true.â
Madame De Pompadour handed over her half penned letter to her. Rose looked over it and soon realized that the TARDIS only translates to English and does not translate old English to Modern English. It took her a few minutes to read over a letter that might have only taken her a minute in Modern English.
âItâs good,â Rose looked again at the paper, she still didnât quite get what was wrong with the meat. âI guess your reputation holds up.â
As Rose handed the letter back her fingers grazed Madame De Pompadourâs. She blushed as she watched Madame De Pompadour turned back to her desk and continued to write. Rose hadnât had a full blown crush since the 10th grade. And now she was crushing on Madame De Pompadour. She shrugged it off but decided, she could pursue it since it doesnât matter and if she fails miserably she can just walk right back out through that painting and never have to hear about it again.
âSo, Madame De Pompadour, ever been with a woman?â
âIs that an offer Miss Tyler?â
You can fill in the blanks of what happened next ;)
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Hey, good for for getting to the end of that, wowzah. Anyways, I am so so sorry and I hope you got a laugh out of it. Please check out my other work if you even slightly liked the writing style of this.
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