"Wouldn't You Love to Love Her?" by _starrystarry (PG)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Length: ~2K words
Author on LJ: _starrystarry
Author Website: Tumblr
Why this must be read: You know when you get caught up on a new fandom, and there are a bunch of fic ideas that you just want to read right now? I watched "Let's Kill Hitler" and was promptly desperate for some sort of five-times-Melody-raised-her-parents or just more of the three of them in Leadworth. Plenty of authors have since obliged, but this little beauty was the first and best one I found (made all the sweeter by the fact that it's the author's fault I started watching Doctor Who in the first place). I love her grasp of the characters here, particularly Rory, and Melody's strangely functional mix of madness and, well, being the ultimate Amy/Rory shipper. It's a lovely piece, beautifully written, and worth a click.
When they are eight years old, Amelia and Mels argue over who gets to marry the Doctor in their pretend wedding ceremonies.
The girls at school have been having weddings every day on the playground for years, and although Amelia and Melody have dismissed it up ‘til now as “complete rubbish -- let’s go play footie with the boys,” today Rory suggested they play at weddings, instead.
(This may have been because Rory has two black eyes from jumping too high to try to head the ball, and all the boys are laughing at him. He hasn’t played with Amelia and Mels in a few weeks, but when he trudges up to them by the side of the pitch and asks, “Why don’t we just play pretend instead?” Mels jumps on board. And when Mels agrees to something, Amelia always does too.)
“We could do pretend weddings, I guess,” says Rory, shaking his head so his too-long bangs will hide his black eyes, scuffing his foot in the dirt.
“Yeah!” screams Mels. “I want to marry the Doctor!”
Rory, who had been looking up at Amelia out of the corner of his eye, turns to look at Mels. So does Amelia. “Why do you get to marry the Doctor?” Amelia asks, “He’s my Doctor.”
“But you said he wasn’t even hot!”
“No but he’s funny, I like funny, he’s mine!”
“Want to hear a joke?” Rory asks Amelia.
“Not now!” the girls both yell, looking daggers at each other. The whole thing dissolves in a screaming match, while Rory sighs with the world-weariness of a pensioner and looks out on the game the boys are playing.
Wouldn't You Love to Love Her?
Pairing: Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Length: ~2K words
Author on LJ: _starrystarry
Author Website: Tumblr
Why this must be read: You know when you get caught up on a new fandom, and there are a bunch of fic ideas that you just want to read right now? I watched "Let's Kill Hitler" and was promptly desperate for some sort of five-times-Melody-raised-her-parents or just more of the three of them in Leadworth. Plenty of authors have since obliged, but this little beauty was the first and best one I found (made all the sweeter by the fact that it's the author's fault I started watching Doctor Who in the first place). I love her grasp of the characters here, particularly Rory, and Melody's strangely functional mix of madness and, well, being the ultimate Amy/Rory shipper. It's a lovely piece, beautifully written, and worth a click.
When they are eight years old, Amelia and Mels argue over who gets to marry the Doctor in their pretend wedding ceremonies.
The girls at school have been having weddings every day on the playground for years, and although Amelia and Melody have dismissed it up ‘til now as “complete rubbish -- let’s go play footie with the boys,” today Rory suggested they play at weddings, instead.
(This may have been because Rory has two black eyes from jumping too high to try to head the ball, and all the boys are laughing at him. He hasn’t played with Amelia and Mels in a few weeks, but when he trudges up to them by the side of the pitch and asks, “Why don’t we just play pretend instead?” Mels jumps on board. And when Mels agrees to something, Amelia always does too.)
“We could do pretend weddings, I guess,” says Rory, shaking his head so his too-long bangs will hide his black eyes, scuffing his foot in the dirt.
“Yeah!” screams Mels. “I want to marry the Doctor!”
Rory, who had been looking up at Amelia out of the corner of his eye, turns to look at Mels. So does Amelia. “Why do you get to marry the Doctor?” Amelia asks, “He’s my Doctor.”
“But you said he wasn’t even hot!”
“No but he’s funny, I like funny, he’s mine!”
“Want to hear a joke?” Rory asks Amelia.
“Not now!” the girls both yell, looking daggers at each other. The whole thing dissolves in a screaming match, while Rory sighs with the world-weariness of a pensioner and looks out on the game the boys are playing.
Wouldn't You Love to Love Her?