#rory closed thread

[cupcakesmuses]

[ cont from here with @arandomnerdsrp578​‘s Amy ]

“Because after everything that we’ve been through-- together, I refuse to believe this is something you want. I don’t-- I don’t understand what this is really about. I’ll see about a few less shifts at the hospital, I know this modelling work is important to you and I want to support you, but that means longer hours for me. I’m sorry. That’s just how normal jobs are. Why don’t we have a date night? A proper one. Really fancy.”

Rory was terrified. Amy had turned into someone else over the course of the past few weeks and he was so afraid it had started long before that... but he didn’t know why or how to fix it. He was so afraid she was pulling away from him and he had been too damn busy to even notice. 

He would not let her mention of divorce be anything more than just that. They would not turn into his parents. He had waited 2,000 years for her, to protect her, even if it was another life time, he could remember too much of it. He woke in the middle of the night too often, he loved her too damn much to let this just happen.

[cupcakesmuses]

[ cont from here with @melodicwitchlight​ ]

“Well, technically I didn’t breathe while I was a Centurion. Plastic, remember?” Rory joked, but obviously Amy had done the trick, gotten him out of his low mood. It was a difficult thing, being the in the profession he was in, being the person he was who always wanted to help, to fix things, to heal people and lead the life they did. When that wasn’t always an option. When trips to the past and saving just one person had to be enough. It was a far cry better than being the Centurion, apart from having Amy at his side, when he sometimes had no choice but to hurt people.

He smiled at his wife, kissing her gratefully, pulling himself out of another wandering too far in the back of his brain. “Thank you. You’re a big help to me, too, you know.”

[cupcakesmuses]

talk | rory + whittaker!master

[ cont from here with @time-qxeen​ ]

Rory frowned in confusion, the argument he’d had with Amy completely out of his head. The Doctor-- the person in front of him looked very unlike the Doctor. Not even when he was most displeased or irritated with Rory did he land a look like that.

Rory knew about regenerations, as he had witnessed his daughter doing so before knowing exactly who she was. He knew what River had given up to save the Doctor. Regenerative transfusion of a kind. So the Doctor returning in Rory’s timeline as female presenting didn’t seem too far fetched. She had caught him in a rather bad day. Or few days. All week and then some, really.

Who ever this was... it wasn’t the Doctor.

But who ever this person was obvious knew a hell of a lot about his friend as well. And was strange enough to impersonate them. But why? The Doctor had their share of enemies, Rory was certain... Perhaps she was one of them.

“No... Doctor, we are friends. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to act like...” Rory sighed, deciding that playing it dumb might be for the best. Until he could figure out what to do. Amy wouldn’t be looking for him if something should happen. She had just kicked him out of the house.

“I’m having a bad day. That’s all... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rude to you.”

[cupcakesmuses]

bed day | amy/rory <3

[ cont from here with @13thx​ ]

Rory smiled and hummed happily, closed his eyes as she planted a kiss on his head and shifted just slightly. He still kept his head laying against her chest, spooned against his wife, one arm behind his back, the other gently cupping her breast, content in bed.

“Really nothing... Are you sure we shouldn’t see someone about this?” Rory cracked an eye open, glancing up at Amy. “Your heart, I mean. Maybe I still have Plastic Man hearing. But, technically,” Rory settled back in, his day old scruff itching against her skin, “it shouldn’t be there at all.” He paused, then maybe too quickly, “Because I mean, I stole it a long time ago. Not that you’re heartless-- Yes, let’s have a quiet bed day in.” He moved his arm around her waist to keep her close in case he had just ruined it with his poorly done romantic joke. Also slightly bracing for a smack, which he’d somewhat deserve.

[cupcakesmuses]

lone centurion | anna + rory

[ cont from here with @wcrldswithin​ ]

He looked just the same. Exactly the same. No weight gained or lost, no new scruff on his face, change of hair length, or even the hint of a wrinkle around his eyes. He looked just the same as the day he left Anna and her confession. He swore to himself he would not come back, that he had no reason to. It was unfair to her. 

But she was his friend and the rumors had begun because of him, the threat on her life because of him, even all these years later. He had started this whole mess. His loneliness and his pride had started the Goddess Amelia. Maybe he couldn’t stop it, he thought that would do more harm than good, especially for Anna, but he could warn her.

Rory stopped in his tracks, hoping to meet her somewhere more private. He hadn’t been Caesar for long, but he supposed the Immortal Gladiator Caesar who believed in a Goddess no one had heard of before and brought a slave woman back to life might have been remembered by at least a few dozen people. He tried to dress as plainly as possible, his armor and the Pandorica itself being looked after by a trustworthy stable boy who was promised more gold than he could dream of if he was faithful to the Lone Centurion. Better to continue that legacy and legend than have it used against him so much. Every time the Empress mentioned the title it was a threat.

He didn’t want to lie to her and act like he wasn’t here to take care of those dangerous rumors. But he didn’t want to scare her either. He also couldn’t be so cold as to brush her off and attend to his business.

“I... thought I would come and see how you were, Anna. You look well... I was hoping to see a talk or... something. But you’ve caught me.” Rory smiled, genuinely happy to see her. It was hard, not having friends. But look where that had gotten Quin, who only wanted to please him, and Anna, a threat on her life because she wanted a better one for all people, as he had. He lifted his hood just enough for her to see him more clearly.