Tin Man Drabble requests 11.0

[surranndie]

Let's get this party started! Also, help me get back to the best part of our lovely fandom - Glitch and Cain. I love other pairings like crazy (duh...), so if anyone has a burning desire for other (slash) pairings, I'll definitely fill those requests.

But - really. Glitch/Cain. *sage nod*

Comments

[kseda.livejournal.com]

I give in to your demand. Glitch/Cain. Um. The Shadowplay cover by the Killers. I'M SORRY. Have lyrics?

EDIT: Or unicorns! UUUUUNICORNS! *cackles and runs*

[andrealyn]

How about some Glitch/Cain, Cain having been one of the Advisors back in the day. Glitch finding that out.

[trjessie579.livejournal.com]

I would LOVE to see some Cain/Glitch based off the lyrics of "Your Wildest Dreams" by Moody Blues.

Lyrics

Ever since I first heard this song it's been begging to be the basis for a fanfic somehow. :D

[annehiro.livejournal.com]

Ambrose/Vy Sor







Please?

[oddsbobs.livejournal.com]

Glitch and Cain have to have a Talk with DG. About what, you decide.

[iaim2msbehave.livejournal.com]

Ok, i'm going to try and bring back the Ambrose/Cain/Glitch because those are really fun. Maybe how it all started...? :)

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

what would Glitch do for a Klondike Bar? (or) A story based on the song Something by The Beatles Ambrose/Cain

[eleanor-ariail.livejournal.com]

Can I have Ambrose/Glitch (the pairing, not the person) dealing with Glitch's first broken bone?

Ok, I'm being MADLY specific, sorry

[madame-fifi.livejournal.com]

Ever noticed how Raw seems to always go over to stand by Glitch if they stop and he's not already right by him, smiles at him and touches him a lot? Me thinks the veiwer has a crush.
I would DIE OF LOVE if you wrote something on what Raw might feel for Glitch/how he sees him but also how he knows Cain has deep down hidden, unrealised lustyness love for the Headcase - you can end the pairing how ever way you want (but not Cain/Glitch/Raw, never been a massive fan of that threesome)

OR

Glitche's illigitimate daughter (from before all the bad stuff, older then DG but a little younger then Az) turns up to support his re-brainment. She expresses to Cain her dislike of him (for whatever reason), non-established relationship between Cain and Glitch. Maybe not all is as peachy keen as she makes it seem with her. Cain lays down the law in regards to his feelings and how he can do what he wants, etc. Other then that you can do ANYTHING you want with the plot, idea, relationship and all that jazz. Aaaand, if you're feeling up to it/have the time, maybe daughter gets some style of lovin' from one of the other chars.

Sorry, but these two ideas have been knocking around my brain for a while but I have neither the working computer nor the time to write a bunch of new fics (I wont fic on a uni comp)
Thanks and once everything is hunkydory on the tech front you can request the heck out of me for whatever you want =3

I'll be watching you

[avari-maethor.livejournal.com]

Glitch has a stalker and Cain isn't to happy about that. What will our dear Tin Man do?

[puffballzeri.livejournal.com]

Consentual (gasp), post-series (double gasp) Zero/Ambrose. Bonus points if Cain has to deal with it in someway.

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

Rubbing his hands together to ward off the biting chill, Cain sighed a white cloud into the night. The air was bitter cold and the stillness of it let the stench of car exhaust hang in the streets, unmoving. His collar was stiff, turned up in a feeble attempt to keep his neck from aching.

Cain shifted his gaze between the other three corners surrounding the intersection, his view only rarely interrupted by a passing vehicle or wagon. The streets were empty of pedestrians, the early sunset of winter driving people into the warmth of home or into the dark, musty depths of the nightclub scene earlier than ever.

Just give me ten minutes, I promise I'll be right back, Glitch had said over his shoulder, hurrying off to complete an unknown yet apparently vitally important mission. Cain had pushed his pocket watch into Glitch's hand at the last moment, a tangible reminder that Cain would be waiting.

But minutes ticked past, the frosty dryness of the air making Cain cough and swallow often. The silence was too unfamiliar; he was used to constant sound. Even before Glitch and his unending chatter, there was the Loop; before that, there was Jeb and Adora. Always, sounds around him and the vacant city streets were thick without those sounds he had come to find comfort in.

Ducking into an abandoned building's entryway, leaving the door open a crack because the windows had been boarded up, Cain took shelter in the faint, rhythmic dripping and far-away creaking of the structure settling. He listened, waited, hoping to see a glimpse of movement outside that would tell him Glitch had returned.

He fell against the frame, back slipping down the unexpectedly slick, painted surface until he reached the floor. The door caught between his bent knees. body angled half-in and half-out of the hiding place. A rush of sounds, smelling of gun metal and leather, horses creeping past as their riders searched for the rebel captain.

But when he opened his eyes, the streets were again empty. The Longcoats were in his mind, his own death just a dream from the past. He hadn't been found, his family had been safe. His men had survived, that time. Let them go by, his worn fingernails digging into his palm as he had watched from a collapsed barn, watched as the headcase the Longcoats had tortured in front of him lay slumped on the ground. Frozen in place, unable to breath, unwilling to give up his mens' position to see if the body splayed out in the open had any life left in it.

Cain choked on the memory, cheeks cold and wet. He swiftly brushed his sleeve over his face, erasing the evidence, when he finally heard familiar approaching footsteps from across the street. Glitch was returning from his spontaneous errand. Even from here, Cain could see the grin Glitch wore as he dashed across the intersection to meet Cain.

[lionille.livejournal.com]

*dashes in at the last second with a nacho casserole*
Could I please request:
Glitch's zipper gets stuck (bit of hair maybe?) Panic ensues, Tin Man to the rescue.
Thank you. :)

[witchywanda666.livejournal.com]

Uh, since I haven't been around to chill with you guys and tackle glomp you, and I miss this stuff so much... *deep breath* Either Cain or Glitch goes away for quite a long while for some urgent reason. Maybe a few months, half an annual, whatever. And when they come back... their significant other welcomes them back with.. Oh, you know where this is going, Surr. ;) Make it yummy. <3

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

"Where did you get this?" Glitch turned the dull, worn metal insignia over in his palm, still warm from Cain's pants pocket. After the first few times something of Cain's had ended up in the wash due to forgetting to empty his pockets, Glitch had made a habit of going through all of their laundry before sending it down to the housekeeping staff.

Cain glanced over, squinting at the thing in Glitch's hand. "What is it?"

"I don't know, but it's sort of familiar," Glitch's lips bunched up in concentration. "It's...no, that's not it..."

"Here, let me see," Cain straightened from his bent position over the bed where he had been changing the sheets. He held out his hand to catch the item as Glitch tossed it gently. Rubbing his thumb over the faded words, he blinked in recognition. "It's...where did you find this?"

"Inside coat pocket, lower left side," Glitch's hands stroked through the air as he reenacted his discovery with swift fingers and unfocused eyes. "Do you remember where you got it?"

"I...yeah," Cain nodded faintly. "It's from a long time ago, even before I worked on Mystic Man's security detail. I worked for the...well, the Queen, I suppose."

Glitch shot him a disbelieving look. "Are you serious? Then why didn't you say something before? You had to have recognized me from day one, if you really did work for the House of Gale." He paused, a flicker of hurt crossing his face before he turned away to fuss with the loaded laundry basket. "Unless...well, you were pretty rude to me, even being a headcase. Maybe you had known me before. Perhaps we hadn't gotten along..."

While Glitch was talking, Cain had wandered over and his fingers grazed the soft stubble that lined the edge of Glitch's jaw. Glitch looked up, mouth still open but the flow of words had ceased. "You're jumping to a lot of conclusions there," Cain smiled gently and kissed Glitch's open mouth softly. "We didn't know each other and I honestly didn't recognize you on that first day, with your hair grown out and your clothes so much darker than before. I was so focused on getting to Zero, I pretty much just looked past the two of you. Until we got to the Northern Island and found that painting."

Glitch swallowed, taking a slow breath. "I figured you started being nicer to me because I saved your life."

"That, too," Cain acknowledged. "But I also recognized who you were, what you meant to the kingdom. Where you were meant to be."

Flushed with pleasure, Glitch gave a shy smile. "So," he pointed to the badge in Cain's hand. "What, exactly, did you do for Her Majesty?"

Cain chuckled and shook his head. "If you can believe it, I was an Advisor. Security and recruitment for the Tin Men. That's how I ended up with the Mystic Man - I'm sure you know he himself was a member of your court."

Glitch gave a healthy laugh and slid his hand around Cain's waist, pulling him close. "Now, I know you're telling the truth - who else but the biggest Boy Scout in all the O.Z. could possibly advise the Queen in matters of security?"

[candacestls.livejournal.com]

OMG, how powerful was that?? Nobody blows me away like you!

I loved the imagery in this, such as: 'bitter cold and the stillness of it let the stench of car exhaust hang in the streets, unmoving.'

You go girl!

[avari-maethor.livejournal.com]

Ooooooo! That fits so well! I love how I can see all your drabbles really happening in the series.

[kseda.livejournal.com]

...WAUGH. No, really, that's fantastic. There's the right mix of dark and energy and worry and need there, and that flshback of Cain's just HURTS. These guys have been through so much, and moments that are little on first glance have tremendous impact given the right context. Thank you so much, dearie *clings!*

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

Staring up into the pale sky, there was nothing to break the monotony of the view. The air was cold and crisp, painfully so as it hit all the way down to his stomach when he breathed in too deeply.

His head hurt.

Not that this was anything unusual. But the sharp, bright edge everything had to it was. Considering all he could see was a long expanse of almost white atmosphere.

Then there were eyes, surrounded by shadowed brows and red cheeks, wide lips moving and no sound coming out. Glitch squinted at the intruder, blocking his view. He swept an arm in a feeble attempt to push away the annoyance. It wouldn't move so he shifted his gaze, trying to figure out what was so damn important.

Eyes, bright and blue and clear like the sky should have been. The sky had moved, finding a better place to exist and it was in Cain's face. That thought made Glitch chuckle, but it only made Cain frown.

Glitch lifted his hand, unable to control his fingers but managing to brush them down the side of Cain's throat. The skin was cold and muscles tense. Glitch wondered what was making Cain so upset. Cain had always been so calm, confident and reassuring.

The ground was wet, Glitch noted with a corner of his wandering mind. Wet blades of green and yellow grass tickled his ear and he sighed, turning his head away from that, too. He was tired, wanted to close his eyes and sleep but Cain was there. His voice were starting to fade into existence but he wasn't talking, not like Glitch expected to hear. The sound coming from Cain's mouth was melodic, soft and rolling and comforting. Lulling Glitch into a dull dream-like state.

Cain's palm was sharp and it hurt when it met Glitch's cheek. Glitch grumbled and peeled his eyes open again. "What? I said I liked your singing," he said through numb lips, even though he didn't actually remember telling Cain that before.

"Stay awake," Cain ordered him harshly, counterpoint to the gentle hand now cupping the back of Glitch's head. "You hit your head pretty hard on the way down, DG went to get help. But you can't fall asleep."

Glitch rolled his eyes then swallowed hard, suddenly nauseous from the motion. "I don't want to be outside anymore."

"I know, sweetheart," Cain's voice was heartbreakingly fragile and Glitch looked up again, seeing the sky reflecting back at him.

"Take me home?"

[kseda.livejournal.com]

...oooooh, gloriously trippy. Poor mushed Glitch-head! And Cain being all protective and stern but quietly flipping out is lovely, really. *rolls around happily*

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

"Don't do this," Ambrose said again, his voice growing rougher with each plea. "It won't work and you know it better than anyone."

Vy-Sor's grip on his mentor's arm was more gentle than it appeared. He stopped just outside the surgical theatre's plain, unremarkable doors. Turning to the guards, he gave a pointed order. "Leave us."

Despite his youth, the officers knew better than to hesitate when given a direct order from this man.

Alone with Ambrose, Vy-Sor shifted to stand in front of the man who had trained him from childhood. One hand, of its own volition, drifted up and touched Ambrose's jaw, lifting the pale face he knew better than his own. Every sharp curve, smooth line and dark eyelash was perfect.

"How can you do this to me?" Ambrose finally asked, voice breaking on the last word.

"You taught me too well, Master Ambrose," Vy-Sor answered simply. "You always made certain that I understood the vital importance of loyalty to my charge. Her Majesty earned your loyalty and Azkadellia has earned mine, through all these annuals."

Ambrose shifted, turning away in disgust. "She is not the Azkadellia we knew. She's not the same girl I have known since birth, nor is she the girl you were raised to take care of."

"That may be, sir, but she is still my charge," Vy-Sor said with a graceful nod. "I may not agree with her actions but it is my duty to remain loyal to her, regardless of her choices."

"Then you have condemned us all with your loyalty," Ambrose spat, arms crossing over his chest. "You've killed me."

Vy-Sor glanced down the hall, ensuring their solitude. His voice dropped to a whisper. "You'll survive," he said, fingers stroking Ambrose's jaw. "I'll make sure of it."

"I might survive this but I won't live," Ambrose looked sick. "I'll be a prisoner, no better than a common criminal."

"You've got to trust me," Vy-Sor said urgently, even as they both heard muffled footsteps on the other side of the door. "I've made some arrangements...you will survive, you will live. Please, believe me. I wouldn't...I'd never..."

Ambrose glared. "You are," he snarled.

Just before the door opened, Vy-Sor leaned forward and stole a hard, passionless kiss. "I could never see you murdered. I love you too much. You will survive. I've made sure of it."

[annehiro.livejournal.com]

YOU

ARE

GOD

Have I mentioned how much I adore you recently? I don't think I have. I knew I made the right choice when I decided to fangirl you! -fistpump-

[avari-maethor.livejournal.com]

Dude... O.O

I'm in total agreement with annehiro YOU. ARE. GOD.

This was bloody brilliant.

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

"What's going on?" DG's tone was calm, slow and suspicious. She watched as Cain took just one step away from the door he had just closed, effectively trapping her (along with Cain and Glitch) in the study.

Glitch cleared his throat, nervous and fussing with the sleeve of his shirt. He buttoned and unbuttoned the closure at the wrist, over and over. "We...that us, as your advisors...well, that's not exactly right, either..."

"Glitch, you're terrible at this," Cain butted in. "Listen, Princess. It's come to our attention that what you've been doing is completely unacceptable for a woman in your position. The gossip is getting out of hand and pretty soon it's going to get out of the palace. This behavior has got to stop."

DG's eyes went wide and she sat heavily on a convenient armchair. "This is an intervention," she accused.

"I...suppose, if that's what you'd called it where you came from," Cain frowned in confusion. "The point is, as your temporary handlers, it's our job to make you aware of things you're doing that could damage your image as a prominent member of the royal family. That said...this," he waved his hand vaguely in her general direction, "has got to stop. Now."

"What, exactly, is it that's got to stop?" DG sounded honestly confused.

Glitch gave a nervous chuckle and stood, attempting to defuse the tension before it got out of hand. Put DG and Cain in a room together and eventually, the claws came out. Usually Cain's; the man was simply too easily frustrated (as witnessed the first day he met Ambrose and drew a gun on him because he couldn't think fast enough).

"Glitch?"

Startled, Glitch blinked rapidly. "What? Oh, right. I was going to say something, wasn't I?" He gave a breathy laugh. "It's...well, it's your choice of...and the way they..."

"Oh, for the gods' sake," Cain bellowed, making the other two jump. "It's your damn boots, DG," he pointed at the offending articles of clothing. "They're huge and black and they leave prints all over when you come in from outside and they squeak during meetings. Also? They don't go with anything you wear. They've got to go."

DG's mouth twitched and for a few uncertain breaths, Cain and Glitch were certain that they had made the Princess cry.

Then she snickered, totally unladylike. "That's...that's it?" she very nearly howled with mirth. "My BOOTS?"

"Well, yes," Glitch gawped and pointed. "They're truly horrible."

It took several more minutes before DG could catch her breath long enough to get a word out. She finally wiped her eyes, a couple of chuckles escaping as she calmed herself. "This has been the most bizarre intervention I could imagine. I'm getting fashion advise from a cop and my childhood science teacher."

"So? You'll find more appropriate footware then?"

"No. But thank you for your concern."

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

The soft, warm stream of familiar conversation drew Ambrose from his lonely contemplations, pulling him unerringly from the garden path. He sidled up to a thick, smooth tree trunk and leaned one shoulder against it, unobserved in his observations.

Cain had his back to a low stone wall, a long blade of grass sticking out from between his pale lips. He had the air of someone who wasn't listening to a word his companion said but Ambrose knew better. Glitch may tend to ramble on about the most inane things, but Cain always heard and remembered every detail. Ambrose understood Cain's intent; one never knew when Glitch would let slip, unexpectedly, a tiny but significant detail about his life. Things a dedicated lover would want to know about his mate.

"...there are times I wish I had spent more studying botany," Glitch was saying, scrutinizing a small yellow flower with intense interest. "Although it is entirely possible that I did, but Ambrose ended up with all of that knowledge. Then again, it doesn't quite work that way; we both have parts of the whole...he just has a better grasp on those parts. Anyway, if I had, I would have been far more capable of surviving in the wilderness. As it was, I seem to have the impression that I drifted from one town to the next, being taken in by understanding folks."

Cain grunted. "You know, you do have a way of finding out what kinds of things you do have knowledge about."

"Oh? What's that?" Glitch's head came up as if emerging from a distant dream.

Ambrose felt Cain's eyes on him and he flushed, embarrassed to have been caught eavesdropping. He stepped forward shyly, looking down at Glitch. "All you have to do is ask," he said, crouching down and touching the back of Glitch's hand. It felt just like his own, sending a spark of fascination through him. Ambrose wondered of Cain felt the same when he touched Glitch.

That thought brought back the loneliness of his earlier wanderings. He hoped it didn't show on his face but he had never been able to hide anything from his twin.

Glitch smiled at him and for the first time, Ambrose realized it was the very same smile Glitch reserved for Cain. The one that betrayed Glitch's tenderness and affection. It was a shock to see it aimed at him.

Casting a glance at Cain, finding a matching expression of those emotions on the other man's face, Ambrose felt his cheeks burning hot again. He ducked his head. "How did you know?"

"Because you're still part of me," Glitch told him gently. "And every part of me is in love with Wyatt."

"It's not that simple," Ambrose countered, shaking his head. "It can't be."

Cain shifted closer and Ambrose felt sturdy, secure fingers lifting his chin. "All you had to do was ask," he said, leaning in to kiss Ambrose as if they had done this a thousand times.

Which, Ambrose realized with a start, they had.