Tin Man Fic post
It just occurred to me that I never posted the last two ficlets I did for tm_challenge for rounds 18 & 20, nor the icons I did for round 19. As per usual, I only use a beta when forced to do so. So, here ya go.
Title: Coming To
Fandom: Tin Man
Characters/Pairing: Cain/Adora, DG, Glitch, Raw
Rating: G
Summary: It is spring, and Cain is dreaming. Written for challenge 18 at tm_challenge, "Spring".
Warning: Cavity-inducing sweetness.
Disclaimer: Since when do I own any of these characters?
It is spring. There isn't anything in the little bit of scenery he can make out that actually indicates the season, but the sourceless hazy pink and yellow light lacks the chill of winter or the heat of summer. The long grass of the field he finds himself in shifts between green and gold as it waves in a gentle breeze that doesn't seem to touch him.
Cain knows he is far less dressed than normal, even without looking - simply in trousers and a button up shirt, the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He can feel soft warm earth beneath his bare feet.
There is a soft, melodic humming coming from somewhere nearby, and when he turns to look he sees her sitting in the long grass. She looks as young and beautiful as the first time he saw her, in a white sleeveless blouse and a long skirt, her legs folded under her as she weaves several pieces of grass together. She softly sings a few notes of the tune, a lullaby he remembers her singing to Jeb.
Adora smiles at him as he settles next to her and takes her hand, forcing her to abandon her weaving.
"She's good for you, you know," Adora says without preamble. His confusion must show on his face; her answering laugh sounds like windchimes on the breeze. "They're all good for you."
"They're not you," Cain replies, sadness creeping into the corners of the soft smile he gives his wife.
"Do they need to be?"
Cain has no answers, but he can see everything he needs to know in her eyes.
~o.0.o~
When he wakes, it's to sunlight streaming through greenery above him, and he can hear laughter and splashing from nearby. His dream is fading quickly, but he still sees snatches of golden pink light and overwhelming peace.
Cain tilts his hat back. Raw is sprawled next to him, soaking up the sun in a warm patch of grass. A dozen yards away, Glitch and DG giggle and screech as they splash each other with icy water at the shore of the lake.
He grins, and joins them.
~o.0.o~
Title: Gune
Fandom: Tin Man
Characters/Pairing: Glitch, Cain
Rating: G
Summary: Glitch has been "inventing", and Cain is wary of the results. Written for Challenge 20 at tm_challenge, quote prompts.
Warning: Glitch be crazy, yo.
Disclaimer: I used an extra quote in my fic, in addition to one of the prompts. Hint to the source of the extra quote is in the title. :)
“That doesn’t even look like it should be physically possible.”
“Yes, well, if I’d observed all the rules, I’d never have got anywhere,” replied Glitch as he continued to run around adjusting various bits of equipment, the goggles perched above his zipper making occasional scraping noises as Glitch’s frenetic energy caused them to shift.
The machine suspended near the ceiling of Ambrose’s lab seemed almost alien in nature, and the very few visible supports did not seem nearly sturdy enough to handle what was surely a massive amount of weight. When Glitch had told Cain that he was going to air out his lab from when he still had a whole brain and get ‘reacquainted’, Cain had been rightfully wary of the implications.
“What exactly does this thing do again?” Cain asked dubiously, studying his friend’s invention with a critical eye.
Glitch shrugged, and then beamed childishly in Cain’s direction. “Don’t know. Built it in my sleep. Apparently, I used powdered moritanium. Highly unstable.”
Cain’s eyes widened as Glitch continued to ramble and prod at his machine. “I put a button on it. Hey Cain, you wanna press it and see what it does?”
Glitch looked up just as the door slammed on Cain’s hasty retreat.
~o.0.o~
And here's 3 icons for y'all to use. Credit if used, please host on your own server, yadda yadda and so on.
Title: Coming To
Fandom: Tin Man
Characters/Pairing: Cain/Adora, DG, Glitch, Raw
Rating: G
Summary: It is spring, and Cain is dreaming. Written for challenge 18 at tm_challenge, "Spring".
Warning: Cavity-inducing sweetness.
Disclaimer: Since when do I own any of these characters?
It is spring. There isn't anything in the little bit of scenery he can make out that actually indicates the season, but the sourceless hazy pink and yellow light lacks the chill of winter or the heat of summer. The long grass of the field he finds himself in shifts between green and gold as it waves in a gentle breeze that doesn't seem to touch him.
Cain knows he is far less dressed than normal, even without looking - simply in trousers and a button up shirt, the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He can feel soft warm earth beneath his bare feet.
There is a soft, melodic humming coming from somewhere nearby, and when he turns to look he sees her sitting in the long grass. She looks as young and beautiful as the first time he saw her, in a white sleeveless blouse and a long skirt, her legs folded under her as she weaves several pieces of grass together. She softly sings a few notes of the tune, a lullaby he remembers her singing to Jeb.
Adora smiles at him as he settles next to her and takes her hand, forcing her to abandon her weaving.
"She's good for you, you know," Adora says without preamble. His confusion must show on his face; her answering laugh sounds like windchimes on the breeze. "They're all good for you."
"They're not you," Cain replies, sadness creeping into the corners of the soft smile he gives his wife.
"Do they need to be?"
Cain has no answers, but he can see everything he needs to know in her eyes.
~o.0.o~
When he wakes, it's to sunlight streaming through greenery above him, and he can hear laughter and splashing from nearby. His dream is fading quickly, but he still sees snatches of golden pink light and overwhelming peace.
Cain tilts his hat back. Raw is sprawled next to him, soaking up the sun in a warm patch of grass. A dozen yards away, Glitch and DG giggle and screech as they splash each other with icy water at the shore of the lake.
He grins, and joins them.
~o.0.o~
Title: Gune
Fandom: Tin Man
Characters/Pairing: Glitch, Cain
Rating: G
Summary: Glitch has been "inventing", and Cain is wary of the results. Written for Challenge 20 at tm_challenge, quote prompts.
Warning: Glitch be crazy, yo.
Disclaimer: I used an extra quote in my fic, in addition to one of the prompts. Hint to the source of the extra quote is in the title. :)
“That doesn’t even look like it should be physically possible.”
“Yes, well, if I’d observed all the rules, I’d never have got anywhere,” replied Glitch as he continued to run around adjusting various bits of equipment, the goggles perched above his zipper making occasional scraping noises as Glitch’s frenetic energy caused them to shift.
The machine suspended near the ceiling of Ambrose’s lab seemed almost alien in nature, and the very few visible supports did not seem nearly sturdy enough to handle what was surely a massive amount of weight. When Glitch had told Cain that he was going to air out his lab from when he still had a whole brain and get ‘reacquainted’, Cain had been rightfully wary of the implications.
“What exactly does this thing do again?” Cain asked dubiously, studying his friend’s invention with a critical eye.
Glitch shrugged, and then beamed childishly in Cain’s direction. “Don’t know. Built it in my sleep. Apparently, I used powdered moritanium. Highly unstable.”
Cain’s eyes widened as Glitch continued to ramble and prod at his machine. “I put a button on it. Hey Cain, you wanna press it and see what it does?”
Glitch looked up just as the door slammed on Cain’s hasty retreat.
~o.0.o~
And here's 3 icons for y'all to use. Credit if used, please host on your own server, yadda yadda and so on.