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such_heights) wrote2011-05-20 01:39 am
such_heights) wrote2011-05-20 01:39 am
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amy&rory&eleven ficbit
What the heck, I've now spammed multiple people with this. Vague spoilers for Doctor Who 6x04 follow! Also mid-scene POV shifts, oops. No content notes, just fluff both metaphorically and literally.
So this started with this bit of adorable Amy/Rory fanart, and then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purplefringe said that "I bet they've had pillow fights. Silly, childish ones. The kind that explode the pillows, like in films. And the Doctor's come rushing in to see what all the shrieking is about, and found them kissing with feathers falling and in their hair and on their clothes and on the floor, and he flails his hands a little awkwardly and tries to sneak away, unsuccessfully." And then I continued:
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Because Amy looks up and sees him, and gets a wicked glint in her eye and seizes one of the not-yet-destroyed pillows, jumping up to attack him. The Doctor throws his arms over his face and shrieks a bit as Amy thwaps him round the head, a few feathers flying out and landing in his hair.
Rory half-wants to join in but that requires getting up, which is effort, so he just laughs while the Doctor squawks indignantly. Amy claims her victory when she bodily tackles to the Doctor to the floor, her face flushed and bright and laughing. The Doctor flails his hands in surrender, and Rory throws another cushion at him.
Then the Doctor sits up and straightens his jacket and his bow tie and tries to look like a responsible adult, which they all know is a lie. He says he had a call from the Grand Vizier of the Third Halofophan Moon requesting their urgent assistance and he was just coming to let them know to make sure to wear vests, it's very chilly there.
Amy and Rory look at each other.
"Doctor, we're in a time machine," says Rory.
"And we actually had plans," says Amy.
"Oh. Er." The Doctor looks awkward. "Right, I'll go and, well, be somewhere else."
"And by plans," Rory interrupts, "she means that we were going to build a blanket fort."
"A blanket fort," the Doctor repeats.
Amy beams at him, and Rory laughs at the way the Doctor's expression slowly changes as he gives in. No one can resist Amy's face for long.
And so it was that the Grand Vizier of the Third Halofophan Moon had to wait, because the Last of the Time Lords and his two human companions were busy sitting in a blanket fort, eating jammie dodgers and shrieking with laughter as the Doctor tried unsuccessfully to make shadow puppets in four dimensions.
Amy grins to herself, because sitting in a blanket fort with Rory is just like they were kids, except so much better. Not because Rory wasn't enough for her, that's never been true, but because Leadworth wasn't enough, too small and confining, and Amy's always been bigger on the inside. Here they don't have to pretend that they're having adventures and seeing the universe, and the Raggedy Doctor isn't just her imaginary friend, but a real person she understands and loves, and who loves her right back.
Most kids don't grow up dreaming of pillow fights in space as their ideal future, but then, Amy Pond was never most kids.
So this started with this bit of adorable Amy/Rory fanart, and then
purplefringe said that "I bet they've had pillow fights. Silly, childish ones. The kind that explode the pillows, like in films. And the Doctor's come rushing in to see what all the shrieking is about, and found them kissing with feathers falling and in their hair and on their clothes and on the floor, and he flails his hands a little awkwardly and tries to sneak away, unsuccessfully." And then I continued:---
Because Amy looks up and sees him, and gets a wicked glint in her eye and seizes one of the not-yet-destroyed pillows, jumping up to attack him. The Doctor throws his arms over his face and shrieks a bit as Amy thwaps him round the head, a few feathers flying out and landing in his hair.
Rory half-wants to join in but that requires getting up, which is effort, so he just laughs while the Doctor squawks indignantly. Amy claims her victory when she bodily tackles to the Doctor to the floor, her face flushed and bright and laughing. The Doctor flails his hands in surrender, and Rory throws another cushion at him.
Then the Doctor sits up and straightens his jacket and his bow tie and tries to look like a responsible adult, which they all know is a lie. He says he had a call from the Grand Vizier of the Third Halofophan Moon requesting their urgent assistance and he was just coming to let them know to make sure to wear vests, it's very chilly there.
Amy and Rory look at each other.
"Doctor, we're in a time machine," says Rory.
"And we actually had plans," says Amy.
"Oh. Er." The Doctor looks awkward. "Right, I'll go and, well, be somewhere else."
"And by plans," Rory interrupts, "she means that we were going to build a blanket fort."
"A blanket fort," the Doctor repeats.
Amy beams at him, and Rory laughs at the way the Doctor's expression slowly changes as he gives in. No one can resist Amy's face for long.
And so it was that the Grand Vizier of the Third Halofophan Moon had to wait, because the Last of the Time Lords and his two human companions were busy sitting in a blanket fort, eating jammie dodgers and shrieking with laughter as the Doctor tried unsuccessfully to make shadow puppets in four dimensions.
Amy grins to herself, because sitting in a blanket fort with Rory is just like they were kids, except so much better. Not because Rory wasn't enough for her, that's never been true, but because Leadworth wasn't enough, too small and confining, and Amy's always been bigger on the inside. Here they don't have to pretend that they're having adventures and seeing the universe, and the Raggedy Doctor isn't just her imaginary friend, but a real person she understands and loves, and who loves her right back.
Most kids don't grow up dreaming of pillow fights in space as their ideal future, but then, Amy Pond was never most kids.
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