Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind
Title: Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind
Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El
Word Count: 572
Author: Turhan Gross halcyon_moon
Rating: PG
Notes: First piece of writing that I've done in a pretty long while. It initially started out in third person, but as I started writing I realized it would work much better from Tim's perspective. I was going to make it longer, but decided that this piece was enough to stand on its own.
Summary: Tim and Kon are having somewhat of a snowball fight when Kon accidentally gets a little rough. Done for my Tim/Kon Slash Fic Challenge.
As I fell to the ground, I came to the realization that I should have known this would be no walk in the park. It felt as if 3 tons of rock struck me in my chest. I didn’t think I’d be getting back up after this one. When I finally hit the icy cold ground and the small drops of now-melted snow trickled down my neck and chest, I heard a voice from far away call to me. It was comforting to me in an odd way, seeing as the source was the reason I was in this position in the first place.
“Tim! You alright?” He yelled from about 15 feet away. The concern he held in his voice was enough to ease the pain. I heard footsteps. He was approaching. Being on the ground for the short few seconds I was, I then realized that I could barely breathe. That hit really took something out of me, and here I was; the so-called protégé of Bruce Wayne himself lying on the ground after a hit with a snowball. Pretty pathetic if you ask me.
“I’m just peachy,” I coughed out, my hand holding my weight as I tried to lift myself up with no luck. “You do realize I’m not meta, don’t you Connor?”
He held his hand out for me to take. I was hesitant at first. I wanted to show him that I could get up just fine on my own. But the chance to touch his bare hand, even if the glove was serving as a barrier, doesn’t come by as often as I’d like it to.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize quite how fragile you were, Tim. Next time you want to have a snowball fight with me, I’ll make sure and wear my kid gloves.” I hated when he talked down to me, I really did. But for some reason I couldn’t seem to pinpoint, it made me feel good. Just as I was ready to just give in and let him help me, I realized how this would make me look.
Why would he want me if I can’t even take care of myself? I thought as I mustered up just enough strength to push myself up to somewhat of a standing position. When I finally gave his face a look, he was smiling. This was one of those times where I wish I had my mask. It was good for hiding my emotions, and especially useful in masking my blush.
“You sure you’re alright?” He took another step toward me. “Here, let me help you back to the tower.” His strength seemed to lift me off my feet. My arm over his shoulders and his hand on my hip allowed him to carry all of my weight. As we walked, I could feel his heart beating through his shirt and the warmth of his body. He was the only one I knew who could be so warm in such cold weather. I felt at home for the first time in a long time. Secretly, I wished we could stay like this forever.
When we finally got back to the tower, against my desires, he gently set me down on the couch and propped my feet up on the arm. I’d never seen him so careful with anyone besides Cassandra and I really would like to get used to this treatment from him.
Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El
Word Count: 572
Author: Turhan Gross halcyon_moon
Rating: PG
Notes: First piece of writing that I've done in a pretty long while. It initially started out in third person, but as I started writing I realized it would work much better from Tim's perspective. I was going to make it longer, but decided that this piece was enough to stand on its own.
Summary: Tim and Kon are having somewhat of a snowball fight when Kon accidentally gets a little rough. Done for my Tim/Kon Slash Fic Challenge.
As I fell to the ground, I came to the realization that I should have known this would be no walk in the park. It felt as if 3 tons of rock struck me in my chest. I didn’t think I’d be getting back up after this one. When I finally hit the icy cold ground and the small drops of now-melted snow trickled down my neck and chest, I heard a voice from far away call to me. It was comforting to me in an odd way, seeing as the source was the reason I was in this position in the first place.
“Tim! You alright?” He yelled from about 15 feet away. The concern he held in his voice was enough to ease the pain. I heard footsteps. He was approaching. Being on the ground for the short few seconds I was, I then realized that I could barely breathe. That hit really took something out of me, and here I was; the so-called protégé of Bruce Wayne himself lying on the ground after a hit with a snowball. Pretty pathetic if you ask me.
“I’m just peachy,” I coughed out, my hand holding my weight as I tried to lift myself up with no luck. “You do realize I’m not meta, don’t you Connor?”
He held his hand out for me to take. I was hesitant at first. I wanted to show him that I could get up just fine on my own. But the chance to touch his bare hand, even if the glove was serving as a barrier, doesn’t come by as often as I’d like it to.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize quite how fragile you were, Tim. Next time you want to have a snowball fight with me, I’ll make sure and wear my kid gloves.” I hated when he talked down to me, I really did. But for some reason I couldn’t seem to pinpoint, it made me feel good. Just as I was ready to just give in and let him help me, I realized how this would make me look.
Why would he want me if I can’t even take care of myself? I thought as I mustered up just enough strength to push myself up to somewhat of a standing position. When I finally gave his face a look, he was smiling. This was one of those times where I wish I had my mask. It was good for hiding my emotions, and especially useful in masking my blush.
“You sure you’re alright?” He took another step toward me. “Here, let me help you back to the tower.” His strength seemed to lift me off my feet. My arm over his shoulders and his hand on my hip allowed him to carry all of my weight. As we walked, I could feel his heart beating through his shirt and the warmth of his body. He was the only one I knew who could be so warm in such cold weather. I felt at home for the first time in a long time. Secretly, I wished we could stay like this forever.
When we finally got back to the tower, against my desires, he gently set me down on the couch and propped my feet up on the arm. I’d never seen him so careful with anyone besides Cassandra and I really would like to get used to this treatment from him.