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 six/six companions: Rory Williams

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Temporary Bliss|| Amory

thegirlwhowaitedstillwaiting:

Amy jumped as the doorbell rang. Maybe it was another one of Sherlock’s clients. Ugh they got awfully annoying sometimes. Amy made it downstairs and opened the door. “Sherlock’s not taking an-” She paused. “Rory.” She blinked. Ugh Eleven had definitely said something to Rory. Shit. Great he was probably worried as hell, or mad. She didn’t know. 

He was in his roman outfit. Man she hadn’t seen that in a bit. She did rather like the outfit. Even if it was technically a skirt. Rory did have really nice thighs. 

“Eleven told you, didn’t he?” She loved Eleven but ugh. She just wanted to get out and travel. And help someone at the same time. Eleven always ran to Rory when Amy had any sort of emotion. 

“RORY AMYS HAVING AN EMOTION.” 

“RORY AMY IS HAVING AN EMOTION AT ME. DISTRACT HER WITH YOUR LIPS OR SOMETHING” 

"Yeah. Yeah, he did." Rory admitted, stretching out the ‘yeah’ of his statement. Eleven was a bit frantic when he came to tell him what had happened, quickly jumping from one subject to the other. Though, it was how the madman usually spoke, a large jumble of thoughts. Though, the most recent time was more frantic and jumbled than usual. Though, that’s what always seems to happen when he was worried about Amy.

"Could I come in?" The centurion asked. He, then, leaned to the side slightly, attempting to see inside the home. Was anyone home, well, other than Amy of course. It seemed as though she was, in fact, the only one home. Or, well, it could just seem that way because he couldn’t exactly see very far into the house. He shook the thought off and returned his complete attention to his girlfriend.

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Temporary Bliss|| Amory

thegirlwhowaitedstillwaiting:

Amy was panicking. She hadn’t seen Rory in ages and Eleven refused to take her out on an adventure. Ten too! Ugh. Did they really expect her to stay on Earth when there was so much out there to explore and see and do? She felt like she’d go insane if she had to stay here any longer!

She’d spoken to Master, and she wanted to help him.. and herself. She’d agreed to letting him take the Doctor’s TARDIS to find his own and get it back. River would then take it back for them. She was doing this to help him. She’d been so upset when she’d tried to help Vincent and never extended his life. She felt like maybe she could help Master.. maybe. And he promised her an adventure. She was getting desperate. 

She ignored the possibility he could try and rape her again. Or hurt her.. or even kill her. She didn’t like thinking about it. It was a painful subject that she liked to pretend never happened. Though that only induced flash backs. She hadn’t spoken to anyone, not even Rory about it. He knew she’d been raped, but she’d never talk about it. 

Though at least she didn’t flinch anymore when Rory touched her. She was over that.Sh eneeded to forget about all the pain and suffering she’d experienced and get out. She needed to travel. She needed it like she needed oxygen to live and if she had to go off with her rapist than so be it.

Everyone knew what she was planning to do. Most of her friends has tried to stop her. Eleven almost got her too, but in the end she was still going to do it. She stared at the ring Rory had given her and sighed. She missed him. A lot. He’d gotten really busy with school and other things and so she didn’t want to disturb that. 

Plus the ring sometimes scared her. It reminded her that she was one day going to settle down and right now she didn’t want that. It meant that one day she’d never travel again and she’d be a housewife and probably have babies and human beings come out of her also scared her. 

She missed Rory. A lot.. maybe she should see him before she left with Master. She wondered if someone had told him what she was planning.. She knew Eleven wanted to.. and probably would. 

She suddenly smiled. If Eleven contacted him she’d probably have him come to her in his roman outfit. That outfit always persuaded her into anything. She knew if Rory came over in his outfit and begged her not to go, she wouldn’t be able to. She loved Rory so much, even if commitment scared her. 

Rory paced around his room. Eleven had, in fact, contacted him about Amy’s  scheduled ‘adventure’ with the Master. How could she do this again? This was the Master, the one who caused her so much pain and suffering, and, yet, for some outlandish reason, she wanted to go travel with him! Why would she do this? Had he done something wrong? Well, he had been a bit busy with his studies recently, yes, but was that enough to make her run away?

Maybe, he could talk her out of it. Yes, Amy was a very strong willed girl, but, maybe, just maybe, he would be able to talk her out of it. The centurion quickly reached for what he believed would be necessary to talk the ginger out of the trip. He pulled his door open and turned to turn out the lights. His gaze stopped on gleam of his roman outfit that hung in the back of his closet. Should he bring that with him? He pursed his lips for one short moment as he pondered the thought. Amy did seem to like that outfit. Maybe that would make her listen to him? He stepped back into the room and quickly pulled the rather ridiculous outfit. He, then, turned on his heels and waltzed out the door and made his way towards Amy’s house.

Rory let a short sigh of relief pass from his lips once he had finally reached the somewhat familiar home. Finally, he had made it. The entire time he had made his journey to the address, he was trailed by confused stares and whispers due to his odd attire. He didn’t mind… much. Truth be told, what dominated his thoughts was the thought that his girlfriend could be hurt by that… that lunatic. Though, he couldn’t deny, it was nice to finally reach his destination. He took a deep breath and briskly knocked on the door.

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Happy Birthday || Amy & Rory

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Amy hadn’t seen a ring coming. Not at all. So when she opened the box, she was expecting earrings or something. But she opened the box slowly, eyes widening at the sight of the ring. Rory had gotten her a ring. This was a ring. Not just any ring. A promise ring. And a promise ring was one step under an engagement ring. She knew she’d marry Rory, though sometimes the thought still surprised her. This made it feel so much more official. 

It gave her a wonderful happy feeling of safety and a comfy life with Rory, and Eleven of course. But it also terrified her. It reminded her of the children she knew he wanted that she didn’t. It reminded her of her real life, and her doctor life and she knew she’d have to someday choose between them. The mixed feelings inside her made her want to run, screaming and crying (happily though) away. She couldn’t do that though. She was not going to reject Rory like that. Not ever. She loved Rory and this was symbol of that. 

Amy being Amy, hadn’t realized she was starting to tear up again. She looked at him a moment, then the ring. She took it from the box, sliding it into her ring finger. It was a perfect fit, and it was so pretty. 

She threw her arms around the boy. Her boy. Her Rory. Her Roman. “It’s.. oh my god I love it.” Rory did know about her fascination with shiny, glittery, pretty things. Amy, still hugging him closely, found his lips with hers, kissing him hard. 

She kept her lips on his for a good few minutes, before pulling back, almost breathless from the kissing. “I’m serious about us too.” After all, she had been to her own wedding. It was a while ago, before things started to crumble. But Ten had taken her back to her own wedding, where they hid so they wouldn’t be detected. It was amazing and beautiful  and since then the prospect of actually getting married wasn’t terrifying after that. That was when she would write ‘Mrs Williams’ on her papers when she got bored during class. Though Eleven had referred to him as Mr Pond, legally she knew she’d take his name. 

Upon noticing Amy begin to tear up, Rory’s expression was invaded by concern and a bit of confusion. He took a step towards her, trying to figure out a way to console her, if he could, that is. What… What was wrong? Was it to pushy? Yeah. It was to pushy. His gaze then fell to the ring, that was now snug on the girl’s ring finger. It looked perfect. Just as he had imagined it would when he had finally picked it out for her.

The roman stumbled back slightly at the sudden hug. Wow. So, she liked the gift then. Which was a bit surprising. He had had several second thoughts about the gift. It didn’t seem to pushy did it? That was the question that rang the loudest in the boy’s head. 

Now, however, with Amy’s arms wrapped around him, his questions and worries all seemed to fade away. He smiled and happily returned her kiss. A wide, happy smile grew upon his lips, and he wrapped his arms around her. He spun on the balls of his feet, his arms still wrapped around the ginger. 

"I’m glad you like it. You don’t even want to know how long it took me to find it." Rory chuckled quietly as he recollected the hours upon hours he had spent in the jewelry store searching for just the right ring. Actually, to his father’s dismay, he had traveled to several different jewelry stores in search of the ring. For some reason, each ring that he had viewed just didn’t seem worthy of his girlfriend. Though, this specific ring seemed to be the perfect match for the ginger, and, it seemed to him, that he had made a good judgement. 

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Happy Birthday || Amy & Rory

Rory’s gaze flickered down to the gift as Amy’s hands began to peel away the wrapping that had took him hours the day before to wrap. Usually wrapping a present didn’t usually take him longer than a few moments; though, this time, when he had finished wrapping the gift the first time, it just didn’t seem right. So, each time, he would unwrap the small gift and wrap it once again with a different type of wrapping paper. He had probably wrapped the gift about seven or eight times.

The brunette’s eyes again shifted from his girlfriend’s face to the gift she was still unwrapping. He bit his lip and began to move awkwardly on the balls of his feet, before shoving his hands into his pockets in attempt to calm himself down. Maybe he should’ve gotten her something else. Something not as cheesy. Was this too cheesy? Yes, it was, but he couldn’t just snatch it out of her hands and leave now. The wrapping was now no more than a pile on the ground to reveal a small velvet box. The box opened to reveal a modest silver ring with a small, red gem. 

"It’s a, uh, ring." Yeah, anyone could see that. Good job, Rory. "I mean a, uh… promise. A promise… ring. Not- not an engagement ring. But you know, a, uh, promise ring. So, you, uh, you know that I’m serious about us." His face was beet red by this time. "I mean if you, uh, you don’t want it. That’s- that’s okay. I can always, um, return it."

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