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ladyiapetus) wrote2008-01-19 12:40 am
ladyiapetus) wrote2008-01-19 12:40 am
Tin Man Fic: On the Uses of Yellow Ribbon
Title: On the Uses of Yellow Ribbon
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ladyiapetus
Rating: G
Disclaimer: L. Frank Baum provided the inspiration, Steve Mitchell and Craig van Sickle wrote it, Sci-Fi aired and owns it, andmodhowdy drew the picture. I'm just playing in the sandbox for free as long as they'll let me.
Summary: DG and Ambrose bond over their daughter's efforts at playing hairdresser.
Notes: First off, blame/credit for this goes all tomodhowdy, because this is perhaps the first piece of published fic that I've posted -anywhere- in almost three years. Wow, it feels good to write again. The inspiration for this hit, of all times, as I was going to bed two nights ago. So I just went with it. For modhowdy's "Yellow" drabble contest over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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“Glitch. Glitch, wake up.”
“Hmm- what? Oh, hi DG.” Ambrose smiled sleepily at his wife as he woke up. “When did you get back?”
She was biting her lip, he noticed, nearly hard enough to draw blood. It was almost like she was trying her best to keep a straight face. “Just- just a few minutes ago,” she answered. “How long have you two been like this?”
Ambrose stretched experimentally, wincing at the crick that had suddenly manifested between his shoulder and his neck. “Too long, apparently.” Still wincing he carefully got up from the chair he’d fallen asleep in, keeping a protective arm around the figure in his lap. For some reason this seemed to amuse DG even more and she turned away from him with her hand over her mouth, stifling her giggles.
One eyebrow rose in mild curiosity. “Care to let me in on the joke?”
“Nothing, nothing,” DG replied hastily- perhaps a little too hastily. “Just...admiring your new hairdo.” Ambrose’s eyes widened in realization and he quickly detoured to the closest mirror; unable to contain her mirth any longer, the princess cracked up. “It’s really a nice look on you,” she commented as her husband examined his reflection. “Don’t think yellow is your color, though.”
He said nothing in return but glared at her out of the corner of his eye as he picked at the yellow ribbons adorning the curls on one side of his head. At least she didn’t point the drool out, he consoled himself, discreetly wiping away the trail of moisture on his jaw. He wiped a similar mark from their daughter’s chin, albeit with more care.
Once in Ariana’s bedroom, while DG changed their daughter into her nightgown and tucked her into bed, Ambrose parked himself in front of the small vanity and set to removing the ribbons from his hair. “So what’s the logical explanation?” his wife asked.
“Hm? Oh!” Ambrose exclaimed when DG’s gaze flicked meaningfully to his new hair ornaments. “Well, Ariana was upset because Nessa and Lilandra didn’t want to play dress ups with her.” He smiled at the memory of the five year-old trudging into his workshop, a handful of yellow ribbons trailing on the ground behind her. The smile turned into a grimace as he pulled at one of the aforementioned ribbons and it turned from a bow into a knot, tightening around a tendril of hair and refusing to come undone.
“Here.” Graciously Ambrose surrendered as DG sat beside him, allowing her to work on the knot. “And I suppose she asked if you would play, right?” His only response was a sheepish laugh accompanied by an equally sheepish grin; DG knew him too well. There were very few things guaranteed to pull Ambrose’s attention away from one of his projects, and Ariana’s puppy-dog pout topped the list. “So whose idea was this particular hairstyle, yours or hers?”
Ambrose shook his head ruefully as DG went on to remove the remaining ribbons. “Hers,” he laughed. “Don’t ask me where she got it, though. Personally I think she’s been going through the photo albums with your mother again.” He winced as DG smacked him in the arm.
“There; that’s the last one,” DG announced, dangling one of the yellow pieces of satin in front of his face. Grinning madly, Ambrose turned ninety degrees in his seat and took DG’s hands in his.
“Oh, thank you, thank you!” he exclaimed pressing kisses to her knuckles as she laughed at his antics. “How can I ever repay you?”
The corner of DG’s mouth quirked suggestively. “Oh, I can think of one way,” she replied, pulling her husband to his feet.
“Doll, I love the way you think.” Sharing her grin, Ambrose wrapped his arms around his wife and led her out of their daughter’s room. As they walked the short distance between their daughter’s room and their own suite, DG’s mind turned to the ribbon she’d stuck in her pocket, and her future plans for it. Yellow really wasn’t such a bad color on him, after all...
Author:
ladyiapetusRating: G
Disclaimer: L. Frank Baum provided the inspiration, Steve Mitchell and Craig van Sickle wrote it, Sci-Fi aired and owns it, and
modhowdy drew the picture. I'm just playing in the sandbox for free as long as they'll let me.Summary: DG and Ambrose bond over their daughter's efforts at playing hairdresser.
Notes: First off, blame/credit for this goes all to
modhowdy, because this is perhaps the first piece of published fic that I've posted -anywhere- in almost three years. Wow, it feels good to write again. The inspiration for this hit, of all times, as I was going to bed two nights ago. So I just went with it. For modhowdy's "Yellow" drabble contest over at dg_glitch.“Glitch. Glitch, wake up.”
“Hmm- what? Oh, hi DG.” Ambrose smiled sleepily at his wife as he woke up. “When did you get back?”
She was biting her lip, he noticed, nearly hard enough to draw blood. It was almost like she was trying her best to keep a straight face. “Just- just a few minutes ago,” she answered. “How long have you two been like this?”
Ambrose stretched experimentally, wincing at the crick that had suddenly manifested between his shoulder and his neck. “Too long, apparently.” Still wincing he carefully got up from the chair he’d fallen asleep in, keeping a protective arm around the figure in his lap. For some reason this seemed to amuse DG even more and she turned away from him with her hand over her mouth, stifling her giggles.
One eyebrow rose in mild curiosity. “Care to let me in on the joke?”
“Nothing, nothing,” DG replied hastily- perhaps a little too hastily. “Just...admiring your new hairdo.” Ambrose’s eyes widened in realization and he quickly detoured to the closest mirror; unable to contain her mirth any longer, the princess cracked up. “It’s really a nice look on you,” she commented as her husband examined his reflection. “Don’t think yellow is your color, though.”
He said nothing in return but glared at her out of the corner of his eye as he picked at the yellow ribbons adorning the curls on one side of his head. At least she didn’t point the drool out, he consoled himself, discreetly wiping away the trail of moisture on his jaw. He wiped a similar mark from their daughter’s chin, albeit with more care.
Once in Ariana’s bedroom, while DG changed their daughter into her nightgown and tucked her into bed, Ambrose parked himself in front of the small vanity and set to removing the ribbons from his hair. “So what’s the logical explanation?” his wife asked.
“Hm? Oh!” Ambrose exclaimed when DG’s gaze flicked meaningfully to his new hair ornaments. “Well, Ariana was upset because Nessa and Lilandra didn’t want to play dress ups with her.” He smiled at the memory of the five year-old trudging into his workshop, a handful of yellow ribbons trailing on the ground behind her. The smile turned into a grimace as he pulled at one of the aforementioned ribbons and it turned from a bow into a knot, tightening around a tendril of hair and refusing to come undone.
“Here.” Graciously Ambrose surrendered as DG sat beside him, allowing her to work on the knot. “And I suppose she asked if you would play, right?” His only response was a sheepish laugh accompanied by an equally sheepish grin; DG knew him too well. There were very few things guaranteed to pull Ambrose’s attention away from one of his projects, and Ariana’s puppy-dog pout topped the list. “So whose idea was this particular hairstyle, yours or hers?”
Ambrose shook his head ruefully as DG went on to remove the remaining ribbons. “Hers,” he laughed. “Don’t ask me where she got it, though. Personally I think she’s been going through the photo albums with your mother again.” He winced as DG smacked him in the arm.
“There; that’s the last one,” DG announced, dangling one of the yellow pieces of satin in front of his face. Grinning madly, Ambrose turned ninety degrees in his seat and took DG’s hands in his.
“Oh, thank you, thank you!” he exclaimed pressing kisses to her knuckles as she laughed at his antics. “How can I ever repay you?”
The corner of DG’s mouth quirked suggestively. “Oh, I can think of one way,” she replied, pulling her husband to his feet.
“Doll, I love the way you think.” Sharing her grin, Ambrose wrapped his arms around his wife and led her out of their daughter’s room. As they walked the short distance between their daughter’s room and their own suite, DG’s mind turned to the ribbon she’d stuck in her pocket, and her future plans for it. Yellow really wasn’t such a bad color on him, after all...