#young!rory

[quietwings-fics]

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Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Gen (Amy & Mels & Rory) Additional Tags: Camping, Platonic Cuddling, Puppy Piles, Pond Family Feels (Doctor Who), Young Amelia Pond, Young Rory Williams, Young River Song, Drabble Wordcount: 100 Summary:

Amy & Rory & Mels and the childhood camping trip (in Rory's backyard.)

“You should come into the tent now,” Rory says, poking his head from the flap. “It’s getting really late.” And cold. He can see Amy shivering in her pajamas. Not Mels, though; Mels never gets cold.

Amy looks through the telescope one last time, her face screwed up in a way that hurts. Mels nudges her shoulder. “Come on.”

Rory retreats into the tent. His dad set it up for them, just roomy enough for three, though they don’t use that room much. Amy falls asleep laying mostly on him, and Mels curls on his other side, holding Amy’s hand.

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Not a Pond II Closed RP II sisterstornapart

Rory had just moved into his own apartment, everything was settled the way he wanted it, ready for when he started medical school. He sat down on his couch, after he had just gotten a soda from his fridge. He heard a knock at his door and went to go open it. "He-" He was cut off as he saw it was a very beautiful girl. "H-Hello." He said regaining his composure.