Promptfic: Snowed In (Tin Man, Ahamo/Queen, 658 words)
Story title: Snowed In
Author: Amedia
Fandom: Tin Man
Rating: General Audiences
Characters: Queen Lavender Eyes, Ahamo, DG, Azkadellia
Pairing: Ahamo/Queen
Summary: The newly reunited royal couple want to be together. Alone.
Word Count: 658
Author's note: Prompt fill for erinm_4600, who requested, "Tin Man; snowed in." I borrowed the name "Lavendel" from Nillie.
This ficlet takes place a few hours after the end of the miniseries.
"Ahamo, darling," breathed Queen Lavendel when they were back in their private quarters at last. "I can't tell you how glad I am to hold you in my arms again at last."
Ahamo grinned. "I know, right?" She swatted him gently.
He assumed a more appropriate expression. "I have missed you so much, my beloved," he said.
She smiled. "That's better."
"Aw," he said. "You're just sayin' that ... because it's true."
They leaned together for a kiss. Their lips were just about to touch when-
BANG BANG BANG came a loud knock on the door.
"Mom? Dad? Which one is my bedroom again? I can't remember!"
"DG, darling," said the queen, "your suite is on the fourth floor at the north end. Nighty-night!"
"Yes, but where do I find towels?"
"There should be a fully stocked linen closet in the suite. If not, ask Azkadellia. Remember, darling, she's actually been living here while I've been imprisoned in a terrarium."
"Okay. Thanks, Mom. G'night," said DG, and her sneakered footsteps pattered away.
"Well, now that that's settled," said Ahamo, "I think we should have some fun demonstrating how much we've missed each other all these years." He batted his eyes awkwardly, making the queen laugh.
"I'll go change into something more comfortable, my dear," she said, heading for her boudoir.
She came out a few minutes later, looking gorgeous and sexy in a slinky lavender nightie trimmed in silver lace that complemented her hair.
Ahamo was speechless, but his eyes spoke volumes, and the queen blushed. He opened his arms and she walked toward him-
BANG BANG BANG came another knock on the door.
"Mom? Dad? I can't sleep. I'm afraid the Witch will come back and possess me again."
"That's not possible, Az," called Ahamo. "Remember, she's not just dead. She's really most sincerely dead."
"But she made me do such terrible things, and I can't bear remembering ..."
"Honey," said the queen through gritted teeth, "this is not an appropriate hour for an existential crisis. Suck it up for now and have your breakdown after breakfast tomorrow."
"Yes, Mother," said Azkadellia, and they heard her heels clicking away down the hallway.
Ahamo looked at Lavendel. Lavendel looked at Ahamo. "We'd better get packed, dear," she said, and waved her hand. Clothing and supplies flew out of the drawers and into a pair of handsome leather suitcases that appeared out of nowhere. "We're leaving. Now."
"Okay," said Ahamo. "Where are we going?"
"A quiet little place where the children won't bother us."
"You know they'll find a way to track us down when they can't find the marmalade tomorrow morning."
"That's a good point," said Lavendel. "Hmmm ..." She leaned out the window and waved her hand in a swirling pattern that sent silvery-crystalline sparks flying into the air.
"Uh-oh," said Ahamo. "The prettier your spells are, the more dangerous."
"Not dangerous at all," the queen said sweetly. She turned around and closed the curtains, but not before Ahamo saw crisp white flakes beginning to fall from the sky. "They'll just be snowed in for the next week. Not to worry, dear. There's plenty of marmalade."
Ahamo took her hands in his and smiled. "I knew there was a reason I married you," he said fondly.
Lavendel summoned a shimmering bubble and stepped inside, the suitcases levitating along beside her. Then she turned and held out her hand to him. Ahamo joined her and the bubble closed in around them. Just as they began to float away--
BANG BANG BANG "Mom! Azkadellia called me 'DG the Squeegee'!"
"Did not!"
"Did so!"
"Mom, she called me 'Az from Alcatraz'! I don't know what it means, but I'm sure it's bad!"
"It's no more than you deserve!"
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
Their daughters' voices faded behind them as they floated up through the rooftop and into the sky, through the sparkling snowflakes, on their way to peace and quiet.
Author: Amedia
Fandom: Tin Man
Rating: General Audiences
Characters: Queen Lavender Eyes, Ahamo, DG, Azkadellia
Pairing: Ahamo/Queen
Summary: The newly reunited royal couple want to be together. Alone.
Word Count: 658
Author's note: Prompt fill for erinm_4600, who requested, "Tin Man; snowed in." I borrowed the name "Lavendel" from Nillie.
This ficlet takes place a few hours after the end of the miniseries.
"Ahamo, darling," breathed Queen Lavendel when they were back in their private quarters at last. "I can't tell you how glad I am to hold you in my arms again at last."
Ahamo grinned. "I know, right?" She swatted him gently.
He assumed a more appropriate expression. "I have missed you so much, my beloved," he said.
She smiled. "That's better."
"Aw," he said. "You're just sayin' that ... because it's true."
They leaned together for a kiss. Their lips were just about to touch when-
BANG BANG BANG came a loud knock on the door.
"Mom? Dad? Which one is my bedroom again? I can't remember!"
"DG, darling," said the queen, "your suite is on the fourth floor at the north end. Nighty-night!"
"Yes, but where do I find towels?"
"There should be a fully stocked linen closet in the suite. If not, ask Azkadellia. Remember, darling, she's actually been living here while I've been imprisoned in a terrarium."
"Okay. Thanks, Mom. G'night," said DG, and her sneakered footsteps pattered away.
"Well, now that that's settled," said Ahamo, "I think we should have some fun demonstrating how much we've missed each other all these years." He batted his eyes awkwardly, making the queen laugh.
"I'll go change into something more comfortable, my dear," she said, heading for her boudoir.
She came out a few minutes later, looking gorgeous and sexy in a slinky lavender nightie trimmed in silver lace that complemented her hair.
Ahamo was speechless, but his eyes spoke volumes, and the queen blushed. He opened his arms and she walked toward him-
BANG BANG BANG came another knock on the door.
"Mom? Dad? I can't sleep. I'm afraid the Witch will come back and possess me again."
"That's not possible, Az," called Ahamo. "Remember, she's not just dead. She's really most sincerely dead."
"But she made me do such terrible things, and I can't bear remembering ..."
"Honey," said the queen through gritted teeth, "this is not an appropriate hour for an existential crisis. Suck it up for now and have your breakdown after breakfast tomorrow."
"Yes, Mother," said Azkadellia, and they heard her heels clicking away down the hallway.
Ahamo looked at Lavendel. Lavendel looked at Ahamo. "We'd better get packed, dear," she said, and waved her hand. Clothing and supplies flew out of the drawers and into a pair of handsome leather suitcases that appeared out of nowhere. "We're leaving. Now."
"Okay," said Ahamo. "Where are we going?"
"A quiet little place where the children won't bother us."
"You know they'll find a way to track us down when they can't find the marmalade tomorrow morning."
"That's a good point," said Lavendel. "Hmmm ..." She leaned out the window and waved her hand in a swirling pattern that sent silvery-crystalline sparks flying into the air.
"Uh-oh," said Ahamo. "The prettier your spells are, the more dangerous."
"Not dangerous at all," the queen said sweetly. She turned around and closed the curtains, but not before Ahamo saw crisp white flakes beginning to fall from the sky. "They'll just be snowed in for the next week. Not to worry, dear. There's plenty of marmalade."
Ahamo took her hands in his and smiled. "I knew there was a reason I married you," he said fondly.
Lavendel summoned a shimmering bubble and stepped inside, the suitcases levitating along beside her. Then she turned and held out her hand to him. Ahamo joined her and the bubble closed in around them. Just as they began to float away--
BANG BANG BANG "Mom! Azkadellia called me 'DG the Squeegee'!"
"Did not!"
"Did so!"
"Mom, she called me 'Az from Alcatraz'! I don't know what it means, but I'm sure it's bad!"
"It's no more than you deserve!"
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
Their daughters' voices faded behind them as they floated up through the rooftop and into the sky, through the sparkling snowflakes, on their way to peace and quiet.