A collection of Christmas-related Twelve/Missy OneShots that I originally started posting on Tumblr. Enjoy!

Part 1: Christmas Cookies

"Missy, where are you?" the Doctor asked carefully as he was standing in the corridor of his TARDIS. "You know I'm always growing suspicious when I can't see you."

"I'm in the kitchen, love," he heard Missy shout from behind one of the locked doors. Now that he came to think of it, the TARDIS did smell suspiciously of baked goods.

"What in the name of Rassilon are you doing in the kitchen?"

He entered the room and found Missy actually standing in the kitchen, though he was sure she had so far not known that such a room even existed. But now she was standing there, probably planning some evil, wearing a pinafore.

"I'm baking Christmas cookies, hun. Do you want some?" she asked with a wide smile on her lips, holding up a tray filled with fresh, hot, self made cookies.

"Are they poisonous?" the Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"Silly Doctor," Missy laughed, "Why would they be poisonous? They're for eating."

She tried to cool them down a little faster with an oven mitten and then held the baking tray under his nose. The Doctor had to admit that they smelled indeed delicious. But he knew better than that. He wasn't going to fall for some old trick.

"You go first," he demanded.

Missy rolled her eyes in annoyance, took one of the cookies that resembled a Dalek a little too much for his taste and bit its "head" off.

"There. I ate it. I'm not dead," she offered him the tray again but pulled it back this time, "On second thought," she mused, "These are delicious. I'm not sharing anymore."

"Okay, hand them over," the Doctor said and took one of the Dalek cookies off the baking tray. She was right. Her cookies were indeed delicious.

"One question though," the Doctor swallowed the cookie and continued, "Why are your Christmas cookies shaped like Daleks?"

"Oh, the normal kind is way too boring. Not my style. I've also finished a whole legion of Cybermen and the Weeping Angels are still in the oven."

"Ah," he uttered, taking another cookie until her last sentence finally dawned on her. He immediately dropped the cookie, his eyes widening in shock. "Wait, Weeping Angels, you say?"

"Yes, dear, Weeping Angels."

"But, the image of an Angel becomes an Angel!" the Doctor grabbed Missy's arms in horror and waited for her to do something about the fact that she was breeding Weeping Angels inside HIS TARDIS. Missy's face, that at first had appeared as shocked as his own now formed her usual evil smirk.

"Whooops, my bad!"