#rory williams x yn
Doctor Who : Prompt
Rory Williams x Reader
Word Count: 1143
Warnings: Just the cutest banter - I could literally see this happening in an episode
Request: “Awn! That Rory imagine gave me an idea! Can you please write one for me with the prompt ‘small kisses littered across the other’s face’? Rory is so cute and I really think he’s handsome ” Anon
A/N: Rory is lost in thought, much to the Doctor’s dismay, and is entirely too preoccupied thinking about some girl to go adventuring
The Doctor swayed in his makeshift swing, goggles locked tight on his face. He was peering above him at Rory, who was strangely quiet.
“What’s the sour look for?” the Doctor asked, fiddling with his wires.
Rory continued to lean against the console, staring off into space.
The Doctor screwed his lips in thought, kicking his feet in a silent tantrum. “What is the point of having you people around if I am still stuck with my own thoughts!”
“What? Sorry,” Rory still didn’t move, barely spoke above a whisper.
“This is exactly what I mean…” The Doctor practically fell out of his swing, “This wouldn’t be happening if you were a woman.”
Rory sighed.
“That should’ve gotten some kind of rouse out of you!” the Doctor walked up the stairs to the console floor, “What has got you so entangled in mindlessness?”
He removed his goggles, revealing deep indents around his eyes, somewhat lessening the intimidation factor.
“Just lost in thought,” Rory said casually.
“What thought exactly?” the Doctor questioned, folding his arms like a defiant toddler.
Rory shrugged.
The Doctor grumbled before diving into the console. He typed in a few controls before ringing a school bell. It triggered an entire panel moving up and out of the way – beneath was a layer of glowing, mushy stuff.
In a fit of unrest, the Doctor grabbed Rory’s hand and shoved it into the unknown tissue of the console.
That finally roused something out of him, “Ah!” he fought against the Doctor’s grip, “What is that? What are you doing?”
“That is the telepathic interface of the TARDIS mainframe. She’s reading your rather occupied mind.”
Rory hesitated for a moment, “Reading my…”
The ship jolted into action, tilting this way and that, forcing the men to grip onto the console tighter.
“Where are we going?” Rory yelled, suddenly much more aware of their current situation.
The Doctor huffed, “To wherever your mind is at. Clearly it’s very important to you and I’d rather get it resolved with a little visit than have you stinking up my living room with your obnoxious silence.”
“Oh, Doctor – I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Having you as a companion is useless as is without your mind being preoccupied.”
“Right, thanks a lot.”
The pair of them braced as the TARDIS landed abruptly, Rory yanking his hand out of the mushy material of the console. The Doctor fidgeted with his fingers as he went for the door.
“If I’m such a nuisance, why do you keep me around?” Rory asked, eyeing the telepathic interface apprehensively.
“I never said you weren’t nice to look at.”
Rory whipped his head around, peering at the Doctor confusedly. “Wait a moment. You said we were going where my mind was…”
“Yep,” the Doctor said, reaching for the door handle, “So you can finally get back to doing your job – asking stupid questions and being amazed by my genius.” But before his hand could outstretch further, Rory came slamming into the frame.
“Now, n-now, Doctor,” he panted, “What if I don’t want you seeing what goes on inside my head?”
“I assure you it’s nothing compared to mine,” the Doctor grumbled again, “There can’t be anything you mundane humans think of that’ll surprise me.”
But Rory was looking more panicked, “How about you let me go out first – alone. A-And if I find anything interesting, I’ll come get you.”
“No you won’t,” the Doctor mocked, “You just don’t want me to see what’s out there!”
“Maybe I don’t!”
The Doctor stared at his friend with a set jaw, squinting his eyes suspiciously, “If it gets you to stop daydreaming about anything more than me… then fine.” He waved his hands exhaustedly, “Go… clear your head.”
Rory put his hands together, giving him a nod of thanks, “I’ll be back in a minute.” He reached behind him and pushed the door open. Turning he peered outside.
The Doctor was surprised to find his friend shocked still. He didn’t appear to be breathing.
“Rory…?”
“I’m fine,” he blinked a few times, a smile starting to appear on his face. He looked almost relieved – disbelieving – at what he was seeing. “I’ll see you…”
And he walked out of the ship. The Doctor watched the door close with knotted fingers. He could have sworn he heard a faint gasp and a laugh. A high laugh. Perhaps a femininelaugh.
He smirked, maybe bit a finger, as he thought not what,butwho Rory had been daydreaming about.
It was a rather humorous thought, and the Doctor found that it busied him for a number of hours. He tinkered away as he waited, playing some darts with a stone bust of Beethoven, rambling aloud as he made a crème brulee, and rummaging through his closet until he found his fez.
Not long after he debated ringing River up, the doors swung open.
Rory came waltzing in, lazy on his feet. He had an effortless smile, sighing without realizing it. The Doctor sat down, propping his legs up and messing with his fez.
“You’re late.”
“You didn’t have to wait up,” Rory said, dreamily.
The Doctor tilted his head, peering at Rory’s face. “What do you have there?” He stumbled to his feet, throwing his fez to the side like a frisbee.
“Where?” Rory asked, lightly touching his cheek.
“Just there,” the Doctor snickered, delighted as a schoolboy. “Did someone get a proper hello?”
Small kisses were littered across his face.
“That’s a rather deep shade of red – how sensuous.”
Rory felt at his face a little harder, finding that his fingertips were stained red. “I… oh… I, well – you see…”
“No need to explain,” the Doctor held up his hands, “I understand.”
“Thank you,” Rory said.
“Now who is this lady friend of yours?”
Rory gave him a deadpanned look. Of course the Doctor wasn’t going to let this go. He ran a hand over his lipstick stained face.
“Just a friend.”
“Rory, you and I are just friends.Just friends don’t find one’s lipstick on the other’s face.”
“She’s someone from my past.”
The Doctor waved his hands, “Oh, there’s a past now.”
“You’d know about it if you ever asked.”
“I’m more of the type to experience things firsthand.” The Doctor ran down the ramp and to the door.
“Don’t you dare, Doctor,” Rory yelled, running after him. “She doesn’t need to be tangled in this timey-spacey stuff.”
“Nonsense,” the Doctor said, straightening his bowtie. “It’s time I meet my future friend-in-law.”
“(Y/N) wouldn’t want…”
The Doctor grinned, “(Y/N) is it? Brilliant.”
Rory smacked himself on the forehead, “If you’re going to meet her, let’s do it the right way. No being cool and mysterious and dragging her across half the universe. She’s with me, see? Don’t go stealing her away.”
“I make no promises.”
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