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Lololol, I went and rewatched their first meeting:
The way I can see April–especially if she and Sterling are still apart–TERRIFYING poor Bowser exactly like that. God, they really are canon Paris/Rory, huh, height difference and exasperated fondness and all.
But I think I might need to tag in my resident expert @dollsome-does-tumblr for a better answer.
ooh, you make me live (AO3 Link) – Rory and Paris spend Valentine’s Day 2020 apart. (Or at least try to.)
(Thank you for the prompt! It is always so wondrous to spend some time with my forever faves.)
The Math of Love Triangles – Gilmore Girls; Rory/Paris; 2,600 words. A sleep-deprived Paris shows up in Stars Hollow to study. Rory deals with it as best she can (and has more Paris-induced feelings than she probably should). Set during season two.
Read it: [AO3]
“How long has it been since you’ve slept?” Rory asks.
Paris is sitting at the coffee table in the Gilmore living room, staring down at her math textbook like it’s murdered her whole family. Well, to be fair, she’s probably more upset about the math than she would be about the murder, based on what Rory has gleaned about Paris’s family.
The last math test before winter break is supposed to be brutal. Rory’s not sure if it can possibly be more brutal than Paris randomly showing up at her house at ten in the morning on a Saturday and demanding that they study, though. Sure, Paris showing up in Stars Hollow is becoming sort of an established thing after the midnight-Puffs-kidnapping and rehearsing Romeo and Juliet in Miss Patty’s dance studio, but that doesn’t mean Rory has to accept it. Especially when she’s still in her pajamas.
She isn’t anymore; she hurried into her room to change after Paris, still in the doorway, looked her up and down like she was some kind of deranged hobo. But the judgy energy persists even now that Rory’s in a sweater and jeans.
Mom promised she’d bring back coffee and baked goods from Luke’s to alleviate the pain, but she’s been gone a suspiciously long time. Maybe she lives in the diner now. Rory can’t blame her for that self-preservation tactic. Then again, Mom might be even more freaked out by Jess than Paris.
Rory definitely doesn’t share that stance. For one thing, she’s pretty sure Jess doesn’t have a terrifying vendetta against sleeping.
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” Paris replies, not looking up from her book.
“I kinda doubt that.”
“Wow, Rory. You’re hilarious. Has anyone ever told you how hilarious you are?”
Heh, awwww, yeah, the fandom’s keeping it afloat! If anything, though, doesn’t it feel stronger now than back then? But maybe I just think that because I didn’t ship it at all back then. I wasn’t aware of it as a ship and wouldn’t even suspect I was gay until after the show finished. And then I read good ole Boston Marriage and was like…you know whattt.
You have read The Best of It, right? Just in case the early ‘00s really were your last time with them, I don’t want you to continue living without it in your life
(i want you) for worse or for better – Gilmore Girls; Rory/Paris; 1,800 words. Soon after the events of “Fall,” Rory pays Paris an impromptu visit.
Read it: [AO3]
It’s raining when Rory shows up on Paris’s doorstep. Really raining. Noah’s Ark raining. I love you in a romcom raining.
She has a key in her purse, but she doesn’t use it. It feels more right like this, for some reason: waiting here to see if she deserves to be let in.
Paris is the one to open the door. She’s rocking an annoyed expression and pulling a beige cardigan closer around herself.
“You deserve better,” Rory says as she shivers from the cold. And the wet. It’s seriously wet out here. Her hair is already soaking, and she’s only been out of the car for a minute.
“I thought you were pizza,” says Paris.
THE BEST OF IT – Gilmore Girls; Rory/Paris; the one where Rory and Paris pretend to be girlfriends for JUSTICE!, and a documentary crew.
Chapter 19: In which we check in with Rory and Paris a few months later.
Read it: [AO3]
“Coming in September to ABC … a special six-part series. You know their names. You saw the paparazzi pictures. Now find out their full story, and the truth behind the lie that rocked a nation. Paris & Rory: Faking A Modern Stars Hollow Family.”
“Well, that’s embarrassing,” says Paris. “Not to mention hyperbolic. Rocked a nation? Really? No wonder this country’s going down the crapper like a kid’s first goldfish.”
Rory is too busy hiding her face behind a throw pillow to reply.
THE BEST OF IT – Gilmore Girls; Rory/Paris; the one where Rory and Paris pretend to be girlfriends for JUSTICE!, and a documentary crew.
Chapter 19: In which we check in with Rory and Paris a few months later.
Read it: [AO3]
“Coming in September to ABC … a special six-part series. You know their names. You saw the paparazzi pictures. Now find out their full story, and the truth behind the lie that rocked a nation. Paris & Rory: Faking A Modern Stars Hollow Family.”
“Well, that’s embarrassing,” says Paris. “Not to mention hyperbolic. Rocked a nation? Really? No wonder this country’s going down the crapper like a kid’s first goldfish.”
Rory is too busy hiding her face behind a throw pillow to reply.
THE BEST OF IT – Gilmore Girls; Rory/Paris; the one where Rory and Paris pretend to be girlfriends for JUSTICE!, and a documentary crew.
Chapter 19: In which the Firelight Festival comes to a dramatic conclusion, and this story comes to a fluffy one.
Read it: [AO3]
They head back to the town square an hour later: coats on, dresses swapped out for jeans and character heels for boots, and hair looking mighty suspicious. There are some activities that even copious amounts of hairspray can’t entirely withstand. Rory had grabbed a few knit caps from the house before they left. She passes one to Paris as they walk.
“What’s this for?” Paris frowns down at the hat. It’s a survivor from the week that Lorelai thought chartreuse might be her new signature color. (It wasn’t.)
“To cover up your hair,” Rory says. “We look like beauty pageant contestants who just got swept into a tornado.”
“Or beauty pageant contestants who just had spectacular sex,” Paris counters.
An involuntary, impossible-to-fight smile tugs at Rory’s mouth as she puts on her own hat.
“It’s crooked,” Paris says. She pulls Rory’s hat down so it’s a little more snug, then lingers there, smiling up at Rory. Rory dips down to sneak a kiss. She can’t believe how easy this is. Underneath the emotional cocktail of relief and wanting and pure stupid bliss, she keeps trying to find panic. She and Paris, they’re panickers. The past two weeks have been basically a nonstop festival of proving that. But now, it just feels calm, and good. She feels ready.
And thank God, she thinks Paris does too.
“Spectacular, huh?” Rory asks teasingly.
“You know me. Usually I try to steer clear of superlatives, sexually speaking. You don’t want your partner to stop making an effort because the praise has been heaped on right away. To pull a Modern Family, as it were. But I know you. You’re a reliable overachiever.”
THE BEST OF IT – Gilmore Girls; Rory/Paris; the one where Rory and Paris pretend to be girlfriends for JUSTICE!, and a documentary crew.
Chapter 19: In which the Firelight Festival comes to a dramatic conclusion, and this story comes to a fluffy one.
Read it: [AO3]
They head back to the town square an hour later: coats on, dresses swapped out for jeans and character heels for boots, and hair looking mighty suspicious. There are some activities that even copious amounts of hairspray can’t entirely withstand. Rory had grabbed a few knit caps from the house before they left. She passes one to Paris as they walk.
“What’s this for?” Paris frowns down at the hat. It’s a survivor from the week that Lorelai thought chartreuse might be her new signature color. (It wasn’t.)
“To cover up your hair,” Rory says. “We look like beauty pageant contestants who just got swept into a tornado.”
“Or beauty pageant contestants who just had spectacular sex,” Paris counters.
An involuntary, impossible-to-fight smile tugs at Rory’s mouth as she puts on her own hat.
“It’s crooked,” Paris says. She pulls Rory’s hat down so it’s a little more snug, then lingers there, smiling up at Rory. Rory dips down to sneak a kiss. She can’t believe how easy this is. Underneath the emotional cocktail of relief and wanting and pure stupid bliss, she keeps trying to find panic. She and Paris, they’re panickers. The past two weeks have been basically a nonstop festival of proving that. But now, it just feels calm, and good. She feels ready.
And thank God, she thinks Paris does too.
“Spectacular, huh?” Rory asks teasingly.
“You know me. Usually I try to steer clear of superlatives, sexually speaking. You don’t want your partner to stop making an effort because the praise has been heaped on right away. To pull a Modern Family, as it were. But I know you. You’re a reliable overachiever.”
THE BEST OF IT – Gilmore Girls; Rory/Paris; the one where Rory and Paris pretend to be girlfriends for JUSTICE!, and a documentary crew.
Chapter 18: In which Rory goes after her woman, gosh darnit.
Read it: [AO3]
It’s the first time that Rory’s ever accepted a proposal in her life.
Granted, it was a fake proposal (it has to have been a fake proposal, but why fake propose? Why not tell Rory about it? Paris, what are you doing?), so she’s not so sure what she just agreed to. But it felt like the right move. Like something true, underneath the many layers of deception and confusion and exhaustion eating their lives.
She had just known in that moment—in spite of all the madness, in spite of Kirk juggling eggs—that there was something real in the question. And so she told the truth.
And now, she’s watching Paris Geller sprint away from her with the kind of formidable speed that you usually reserve for zombie apocalypses. Paris shoves her way through the crowd of confused Stars Hollow folks, showing no mercy. The camera crew hastens after her.
Well. There’s only one thing to do now.
No way is that girl getting out of here without giving Rory any answers.
“Paris!” Rory shouts, and runs after her. She’s not a great runner during the best of times. Her mom admitted once, after being sworn to honesty, that when Rory runs, she looks like a newborn ruminant mammal who’s inexplicably also drunk.
And this? This definitely isn’t the best of times. Everybody is watching, including cameras, and she’s wearing heels (albeit dance-friendly ones). But what other option does she have? Watch Paris run off and try to drown herself in the lake? No way.