#i feel like every time i write fic about amy or rory exclusively it always end up coming up that amy/rory is still very much happening in

[quietwingsinthesky]

What if due to reasons there were... two Rorys? Call that roryshipping

anon you’re a fuckin genius.

“I’ve had dreams about this,” Amy says as Rory circles… well, Rory. They both turn to look at her.

“You have?” Speaking in unison seems to freak them both out. Amy scoffs.

“You haven’t?” One of the Rory’s goes bright red immediately. The other seems very interested in one of the many potted plants in the greenhouse they’re currently stuck in. Amy picks up her walkie-talkie and radios the Doctor. “Doctor, if two Rorys are in the same place and they kiss, would that destroy all of time and space?”

“Wait, we aren’t going to-” One of the Rorys protests, the one who is going even more red now.

“Sixty percent chance. Why? Over,” the Doctor answers.

“I’ll take those odds.” She watches expectantly. Blushing Rory shakes his head no, but the other one weighs the fate of the universe against making Amy happy and the outcome of that is always decided before he even begins. He turns back to himself, grabs himself by the shoulders, and pulls himself into a kiss. It… isn’t half bad.

It’s really good, actually. The other Rory’s cheeks are burning when he touches them, but he kisses back eagerly. However this started, it’s clear that it’s as much for Rory, for both of Rory, as for Amy by the time he pushes himself against a wall and sticks his tongue down his own throat.