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And One Unexpected Morning, Glitch Woke Up A Woman 2/2
Title: And One Unexpected Morning, Glitch Woke Up A Woman 2/2
Pairing: Glitch/Cain
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I did own them, they'd be pretty angry I did this, huh?
Summary: DG listened to Azkadellia and focused. The chances are she'll never live the result down.
Notes: Yes, it's genderswitch, so if that's not your thing, you might want to shy away. Part One here. As well, preview for the next gigantic fic.
“This dastardly,” Raw announced as he draped another garland from one wall to the next, standing precariously on a ladder and listening to DG’s directions as she nattered out where everything had to go and ‘no! Don’t drop it! Careful! And don’t fall, Raw!’ “This good plan.”
“I know, isn’t it?” DG agreed warmly, fastening the last few decorations. They weren’t celebrating any day in particular, but DG had casually commented to her mother that they could use something like a ball, if only to get the O.Z.’s spirits up after too long spent under a dark cloud.
Her mother couldn’t have known that DG had any other intentions when she agreed and gave her angel full control of the event. If she had, she might have...well, asked to help. If she was as fiery and feisty as Glitch had said she was, DG just couldn’t see her doing anything but putting all the pieces together and wanting in on the score. It was slowly coming together now. She just had to make sure one or two things were in place.
She’d sent up a person or two to at least make an attempt at Glitch’s hair and dress while she and Raw put the finishing touches on the room.
“Looking good there, kid,” Cain’s warm voice drifted into the hall.
“Cain!” DG announced with delight, running over to nearly jump into a hug with him, arms wrapped tightly around his well-suited figure. She eased away and smoothed him out, hands going everywhere to clean up lint from the black suit-jacket and the pants and the really nice blue shirt that drew out his eyes. He even spun to show off his back and she lifted the tail of the coat. “Pants tight as ever,” DG announced. “I see you don’t change.”
“Hands off the goods, Princess,” Cain warned.
“I’m sorry, do they officially belong to Glitch now?” she deadpanned.
Raw watched the both of them with amusement, at least until Cain looked his way and then he was only willing to study the garlands very carefully, as if he had been doing that the whole time and most certainly not laughing at Cain. No one laughed at Cain and went on to talk about it. DG eased back to gesture to her surroundings and show off her own dark-blue dress, shimmying so it glittered in the light.
“So what do you think?” she asked eagerly.
“I think you’re falling into this social gig far too easy,” Cain noted with concern.
“You say that now,” DG scoffed. “But I’m hand-delivering to you something you want, so you should be nice to me and dance with me a couple of times.”
“Anything for you,” Cain swore before pulling a vanishing act out of the ballroom. While sometimes, DG tried to follow him and figure out where he was going, he eventually evaded her and left her completely lost somewhere in the palace. She didn’t have time to waste today. She had things to do now, after all, like ensure that Glitch was actually going to come downstairs instead of locking herself in the room.
Speaking of...
“Raw, you should finish with this,” DG instructed vaguely. “I need to go check on the belle of the ball.”
“Glitch not appreciate you say so,” Raw said gravely.
“I know, but I like saying it,” she said, sensibly, as if that made up for it. Besides, she had the feeling that Glitch wasn’t going to be doing anything resembling complaining by the end of the night, if she was any good at planning a set-up.
She made her way up through winding halls to the room that had been set aside for Ambrose, knocking on the heavy oak door with her small knuckles. “Knock knock!” she called inside brightly. “How’s our favourite woman?”
“DG...”
“Right, right. How are you, Glitch?” she replied, after the stern warning in the form of her full-name impending any moment.
Glitch definitely looked incredible. Her hair hadn’t been that long to begin with, but it had been slicked back and lacquered and it almost looked like Ambrose had in all those portraits with her mother. In fact, the similarities between Glitch as a man and woman were really pretty striking when you looked a little closer. The cheekbones were the same, so were the eyes and lips. The hair barely changed and the figure was just as lithe. The facial features had just sort of softened up a bit, taking on a coquettish look.
Really, you would have had to be blind to not catch on second glance that this was Glitch. DG was assuring herself with the fact that she hadn’t gotten it so quickly because of all the panic.
They had outfitted Glitch in the finest of red dresses that draped elegantly to the ground.
“I feel,” Glitch said tersely, “like an absolute idiot. May I please have my clothes back to wear tonight?”
“Nope,” DG announced. “My ball, my rules. Everyone has to attend and if I have to wear a dress, so do you. Solidarity,” she said firmly, which was a terrible excuse for it, but if Glitch turned up at the ball in nothing more than the tattered coat, well...Cain might not mind, but she was pretty sure the rest of the O.Z. would start making comments and the last thing DG wanted for her mother was gossip to deal with. “It’s one night, Glitch. Please?” DG had now resorted to begging, falling to her knees to grab Glitch’s hand. “Please, Glitch, for me? Please, please, pretty, pretty please?”
“Fine,” Glitch sighed, pouting petulantly. “But if I get groped, I’m telling your mother on you.”
“Heeeeey,” DG protested, slow and lazy and petulant herself. “That goes both ways you know. Seeing as you’re the eyes and ears for the Queen.”
“Dirty play, DG.”
“Thanks!”
She managed to pry Glitch away from all the mirrors and the worrying and dragged her forcibly down to the ballroom, where the music had already started and people were already flitting about from wall to wall in a show of social delight. DG really had no place with any of these people, so she quickly seceded to go cling to a wall with Raw and with Jeb Cain, who had shown up – even though DG had only politely invited him, not really sure he wanted to come watch his Dad do the romance thing. “All systems go,” DG announced with a firm nod.
“Cain not here,” Raw pointed out.
“That bastard!” DG exclaimed, glancing to Jeb and wincing, on account of his son being right there in front of her. “Sorry,” she offered. “I sort of went to a lot of trouble for this and now your Dad’s kinda screwing me over here.”
Glitch had taken to wandering the dance floor, mildly useless amidst the couples who had begun to twirl and twist to the clear and joyful notes of music that were being played. Glitch looked like she had no part on the dance floor and almost looked half-tempted to leave, after turning down offers to dance left and right.
DG was starting to feel bad about the whole thing and pulled away from her friends to go figure out just what Cain’s deal was and what the hold-up could possibly be.
*
Cain was late because of something Adora Cain always used to say to him. “You know, the price of fresh flowers is the same as yesterday and the day before.” What women liked was just one of the many things that had gone out the window when Cain had spent all his time rewatching brutalities and never the kindnesses that life had to offer. Now that he had his freedom and was allowed to carry on with his life, he was slowly relearning.
He’d managed to sneak outdoors for a couple of daisies before he felt ready to face the music; literally.
He could tell he was late because Jeb was tapping his wrist and gesturing over to DG with a frantic look and Cain was doing his best to calm him with his ‘I know, son, I’ll do my best to avoid being strangled by the Princess’ expression.
Slowly, he pushed his way into the room to find the woman who so eerily resembled Glitch with some added ‘assets’, if you would.
“No one’s buying the Amelia deal, sweetheart,” Cain announced, thrusting the flowers out. “But these are for you, in the hopes that I won’t get slapped for anything, past or future.” Glitch seemed to apprehensively take the bundle of admittedly-sad flowers. “You should take them so DG stops looking at me like I’m only good to her throttled.”
“Cain,” Glitch managed.
“That’s me.”
“You know who I am?”
“Beautiful, nobody in the O.Z. doesn’t know what I do,” Cain offered apologetically, taking hold of the small of Glitch’s back to pull her in close and set the daisies on a nearby table. He didn’t have much rhythm in his blood, but he had enough left in him for a good slow-dance. The red dress felt pretty cushy and rich under his fingertips, but it was more than good enough for him. Glitch seemed to sway right into his arms and it felt nine kinds of right to Cain when she did. “Enjoying your newfound trip into the female brain?” he asked.
“It’s actually fascinating, from a scientific standpoint...”
“I was afraid you’d say that.” As if to counteract the effect of thinking, Cain worked to pull Glitch closer – receiving a little struggle from her – and eventually, they settled into a dance that didn’t seem to have many steps beyond the slow shuffle back and forth. The movement seemed basically to excuse the fact that Cain’s hand was slipping higher to a shoulder while Glitch’s hand was going lower to his pants. “Glitch?”
“It’s part of the dance,” Glitch insisted, very seriously. “Being the expert of the two of us, I think you should just worry about keeping me close and kissing me to affirm your masculinity,” she drawled in a way that was usually very effective in getting Cain to do something about it. While he wasn’t allowed to be carrying his gun inside the ballroom, Cain had his own ways of being rough and tough and all those other adjectives that people used to describe men.
And because Glitch had asked for it, Cain braced Glitch tightly at the small of her back, cradling her head at the same time while dipping her over and leaning above those red, red lips.
“Sort of like this?” Cain asked, his gaze piercing when it came to looking down at Glitch.
“Sort of, yes,” Glitch responded breathlessly.
The next few minutes, Glitch was breathless not for any other reason than Cain kissing him-her, from that dipped position out on the dance floor to up against the wall of the ballroom to the halls of the palace all the way to Cain’s bed. The breathless didn’t go away until Cain finally eased off of Glitch to rip away his tousled jacket while Glitch grinned up at him.
“Feel like exploring some female anatomy for yourself?” Glitch asked in a perfectly deadpan tone.
“Never heard a better suggestion.”
*
“We were doing a heart’s desire spell?” DG asked Azkadellia when her sister returned from her trip and they worked to undo her ‘accident’. “Or at least, we did that after the transformative, shapeshifting thing?” She was still getting a hold of just how much she and her sister were capable of when they joined hands.
“I still can’t believe you thought Ambrose’s greatest desire was to be in bed with a Tin Man,” Az said, clearly trying not to laugh at DG’s mistake.
“But it’s not me! It was his heart’s desire!”
Neither of them mentioned it after their work was done and Ambrose – back in his regular, non-glitching state – had jumped Cain and knocked his hat off in the process. With everything fixed, there was only one thing to do, as far as Ambrose was concerned.
“Exploration of the male anatomy?” Cain could only guess.
“You got it, blue eyes.”
end
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As well, this next fic is nearly done, it's currently 107 pages, will be Glitch/Cain and is AU. Here is the preview and it should be up sometime next week.
Pairing: Glitch/Cain
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I did own them, they'd be pretty angry I did this, huh?
Summary: DG listened to Azkadellia and focused. The chances are she'll never live the result down.
Notes: Yes, it's genderswitch, so if that's not your thing, you might want to shy away. Part One here. As well, preview for the next gigantic fic.
“This dastardly,” Raw announced as he draped another garland from one wall to the next, standing precariously on a ladder and listening to DG’s directions as she nattered out where everything had to go and ‘no! Don’t drop it! Careful! And don’t fall, Raw!’ “This good plan.”
“I know, isn’t it?” DG agreed warmly, fastening the last few decorations. They weren’t celebrating any day in particular, but DG had casually commented to her mother that they could use something like a ball, if only to get the O.Z.’s spirits up after too long spent under a dark cloud.
Her mother couldn’t have known that DG had any other intentions when she agreed and gave her angel full control of the event. If she had, she might have...well, asked to help. If she was as fiery and feisty as Glitch had said she was, DG just couldn’t see her doing anything but putting all the pieces together and wanting in on the score. It was slowly coming together now. She just had to make sure one or two things were in place.
She’d sent up a person or two to at least make an attempt at Glitch’s hair and dress while she and Raw put the finishing touches on the room.
“Looking good there, kid,” Cain’s warm voice drifted into the hall.
“Cain!” DG announced with delight, running over to nearly jump into a hug with him, arms wrapped tightly around his well-suited figure. She eased away and smoothed him out, hands going everywhere to clean up lint from the black suit-jacket and the pants and the really nice blue shirt that drew out his eyes. He even spun to show off his back and she lifted the tail of the coat. “Pants tight as ever,” DG announced. “I see you don’t change.”
“Hands off the goods, Princess,” Cain warned.
“I’m sorry, do they officially belong to Glitch now?” she deadpanned.
Raw watched the both of them with amusement, at least until Cain looked his way and then he was only willing to study the garlands very carefully, as if he had been doing that the whole time and most certainly not laughing at Cain. No one laughed at Cain and went on to talk about it. DG eased back to gesture to her surroundings and show off her own dark-blue dress, shimmying so it glittered in the light.
“So what do you think?” she asked eagerly.
“I think you’re falling into this social gig far too easy,” Cain noted with concern.
“You say that now,” DG scoffed. “But I’m hand-delivering to you something you want, so you should be nice to me and dance with me a couple of times.”
“Anything for you,” Cain swore before pulling a vanishing act out of the ballroom. While sometimes, DG tried to follow him and figure out where he was going, he eventually evaded her and left her completely lost somewhere in the palace. She didn’t have time to waste today. She had things to do now, after all, like ensure that Glitch was actually going to come downstairs instead of locking herself in the room.
Speaking of...
“Raw, you should finish with this,” DG instructed vaguely. “I need to go check on the belle of the ball.”
“Glitch not appreciate you say so,” Raw said gravely.
“I know, but I like saying it,” she said, sensibly, as if that made up for it. Besides, she had the feeling that Glitch wasn’t going to be doing anything resembling complaining by the end of the night, if she was any good at planning a set-up.
She made her way up through winding halls to the room that had been set aside for Ambrose, knocking on the heavy oak door with her small knuckles. “Knock knock!” she called inside brightly. “How’s our favourite woman?”
“DG...”
“Right, right. How are you, Glitch?” she replied, after the stern warning in the form of her full-name impending any moment.
Glitch definitely looked incredible. Her hair hadn’t been that long to begin with, but it had been slicked back and lacquered and it almost looked like Ambrose had in all those portraits with her mother. In fact, the similarities between Glitch as a man and woman were really pretty striking when you looked a little closer. The cheekbones were the same, so were the eyes and lips. The hair barely changed and the figure was just as lithe. The facial features had just sort of softened up a bit, taking on a coquettish look.
Really, you would have had to be blind to not catch on second glance that this was Glitch. DG was assuring herself with the fact that she hadn’t gotten it so quickly because of all the panic.
They had outfitted Glitch in the finest of red dresses that draped elegantly to the ground.
“I feel,” Glitch said tersely, “like an absolute idiot. May I please have my clothes back to wear tonight?”
“Nope,” DG announced. “My ball, my rules. Everyone has to attend and if I have to wear a dress, so do you. Solidarity,” she said firmly, which was a terrible excuse for it, but if Glitch turned up at the ball in nothing more than the tattered coat, well...Cain might not mind, but she was pretty sure the rest of the O.Z. would start making comments and the last thing DG wanted for her mother was gossip to deal with. “It’s one night, Glitch. Please?” DG had now resorted to begging, falling to her knees to grab Glitch’s hand. “Please, Glitch, for me? Please, please, pretty, pretty please?”
“Fine,” Glitch sighed, pouting petulantly. “But if I get groped, I’m telling your mother on you.”
“Heeeeey,” DG protested, slow and lazy and petulant herself. “That goes both ways you know. Seeing as you’re the eyes and ears for the Queen.”
“Dirty play, DG.”
“Thanks!”
She managed to pry Glitch away from all the mirrors and the worrying and dragged her forcibly down to the ballroom, where the music had already started and people were already flitting about from wall to wall in a show of social delight. DG really had no place with any of these people, so she quickly seceded to go cling to a wall with Raw and with Jeb Cain, who had shown up – even though DG had only politely invited him, not really sure he wanted to come watch his Dad do the romance thing. “All systems go,” DG announced with a firm nod.
“Cain not here,” Raw pointed out.
“That bastard!” DG exclaimed, glancing to Jeb and wincing, on account of his son being right there in front of her. “Sorry,” she offered. “I sort of went to a lot of trouble for this and now your Dad’s kinda screwing me over here.”
Glitch had taken to wandering the dance floor, mildly useless amidst the couples who had begun to twirl and twist to the clear and joyful notes of music that were being played. Glitch looked like she had no part on the dance floor and almost looked half-tempted to leave, after turning down offers to dance left and right.
DG was starting to feel bad about the whole thing and pulled away from her friends to go figure out just what Cain’s deal was and what the hold-up could possibly be.
*
Cain was late because of something Adora Cain always used to say to him. “You know, the price of fresh flowers is the same as yesterday and the day before.” What women liked was just one of the many things that had gone out the window when Cain had spent all his time rewatching brutalities and never the kindnesses that life had to offer. Now that he had his freedom and was allowed to carry on with his life, he was slowly relearning.
He’d managed to sneak outdoors for a couple of daisies before he felt ready to face the music; literally.
He could tell he was late because Jeb was tapping his wrist and gesturing over to DG with a frantic look and Cain was doing his best to calm him with his ‘I know, son, I’ll do my best to avoid being strangled by the Princess’ expression.
Slowly, he pushed his way into the room to find the woman who so eerily resembled Glitch with some added ‘assets’, if you would.
“No one’s buying the Amelia deal, sweetheart,” Cain announced, thrusting the flowers out. “But these are for you, in the hopes that I won’t get slapped for anything, past or future.” Glitch seemed to apprehensively take the bundle of admittedly-sad flowers. “You should take them so DG stops looking at me like I’m only good to her throttled.”
“Cain,” Glitch managed.
“That’s me.”
“You know who I am?”
“Beautiful, nobody in the O.Z. doesn’t know what I do,” Cain offered apologetically, taking hold of the small of Glitch’s back to pull her in close and set the daisies on a nearby table. He didn’t have much rhythm in his blood, but he had enough left in him for a good slow-dance. The red dress felt pretty cushy and rich under his fingertips, but it was more than good enough for him. Glitch seemed to sway right into his arms and it felt nine kinds of right to Cain when she did. “Enjoying your newfound trip into the female brain?” he asked.
“It’s actually fascinating, from a scientific standpoint...”
“I was afraid you’d say that.” As if to counteract the effect of thinking, Cain worked to pull Glitch closer – receiving a little struggle from her – and eventually, they settled into a dance that didn’t seem to have many steps beyond the slow shuffle back and forth. The movement seemed basically to excuse the fact that Cain’s hand was slipping higher to a shoulder while Glitch’s hand was going lower to his pants. “Glitch?”
“It’s part of the dance,” Glitch insisted, very seriously. “Being the expert of the two of us, I think you should just worry about keeping me close and kissing me to affirm your masculinity,” she drawled in a way that was usually very effective in getting Cain to do something about it. While he wasn’t allowed to be carrying his gun inside the ballroom, Cain had his own ways of being rough and tough and all those other adjectives that people used to describe men.
And because Glitch had asked for it, Cain braced Glitch tightly at the small of her back, cradling her head at the same time while dipping her over and leaning above those red, red lips.
“Sort of like this?” Cain asked, his gaze piercing when it came to looking down at Glitch.
“Sort of, yes,” Glitch responded breathlessly.
The next few minutes, Glitch was breathless not for any other reason than Cain kissing him-her, from that dipped position out on the dance floor to up against the wall of the ballroom to the halls of the palace all the way to Cain’s bed. The breathless didn’t go away until Cain finally eased off of Glitch to rip away his tousled jacket while Glitch grinned up at him.
“Feel like exploring some female anatomy for yourself?” Glitch asked in a perfectly deadpan tone.
“Never heard a better suggestion.”
*
“We were doing a heart’s desire spell?” DG asked Azkadellia when her sister returned from her trip and they worked to undo her ‘accident’. “Or at least, we did that after the transformative, shapeshifting thing?” She was still getting a hold of just how much she and her sister were capable of when they joined hands.
“I still can’t believe you thought Ambrose’s greatest desire was to be in bed with a Tin Man,” Az said, clearly trying not to laugh at DG’s mistake.
“But it’s not me! It was his heart’s desire!”
Neither of them mentioned it after their work was done and Ambrose – back in his regular, non-glitching state – had jumped Cain and knocked his hat off in the process. With everything fixed, there was only one thing to do, as far as Ambrose was concerned.
“Exploration of the male anatomy?” Cain could only guess.
“You got it, blue eyes.”
end
**
As well, this next fic is nearly done, it's currently 107 pages, will be Glitch/Cain and is AU. Here is the preview and it should be up sometime next week.
There was tale of it throughout the O.Z., in the way that whispers travelled and refused to dampen; they only grew with the enthusiasm of more and more villages passing along the narrative that would soon be a fairytale, the rate it jumped around. Two little princesses standing in a cave. The witch, that crone, wanted the throne. But the princesses two stood strong and refused to give way. While certain towns and settlements began to fear at the cries of a witch in the midst, most took it simply as myth and nothing more. The hazy mists of the tale were embellished as they always were and in some stories, the witch prevailed and in others, the Princesses had used their magic to obliterate even the memory of the Witch from the O.Z. There was only one account that was actually accurate and that was the story that Azkadellia had patiently told her mother as she held onto her sister’s hand that dusk in Finaqua, telling her shakily about the cave and the mobats and the Witch.
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Ha. Exploration is for yay! Very lovely story and it made me all happy. Woo!
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Really fantastic ending. you know it's love when our boys will do it no matter what sex they are. You should do a sequel where Cain becomes a woman...Just because American Gladiator-like Wendy Cain would give me the worst case of giggles imaginable.
Well now that I'm officially off topic, just wanted to say that I really enjoyed this fic, and can't wait for the next. :)
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**
When Ambrose woke up in Cain's grasp, he discovered that either DG or Azkadellia had been possessed by something very evil again. There was absolutely no other reason for ... for that and those otherwise. Really, because Ambrose had gone to sleep on a perfectly flat and gorgeous chest, sparsely populated with those curls of blond hair that Cain had.
He had woken up with his face pressed between two very impressive breasts.
"Mffhgh," he gave a muffled sound as he managed to get out and stare down in horror. "Cain?" he hissed, shaking him awake. "Cain! Wake up!"
Cain had, to Ambrose's deep horror, gained a rather compact, yet muscled feminine form, hair barely more than a pixie cut.
Oh dear.
Whichever of the Princesses had done this was definitely in a large, large amount of trouble. After Ambrose let Cain out of bed, of course.
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<3 this thing! usually kinda iffy with gender switchin fics but you pulled this off SO wonderfully. there are so many hillarious lines in here.
He could tell he was late because Jeb was tapping his wrist and gesturing over to DG with a frantic look and Cain was doing his best to calm him with his ‘I know, son, I’ll do my best to avoid being strangled by the Princess’ expression.
Cant wait for your next story!
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“It’s actually fascinating, from a scientific standpoint...”
This is the best genderswap line I've ever read--and so so Ambrose. (I'm now having images of Ambrose/Amelia conducting all sorts of experiments on gender differentiation.)
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Thank you for reading!
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I sooooo needed this after my psychotic day today
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And I can't wait to read this killer long fic you're working on! =o!
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“You say that now,” DG scoffed. “But I’m hand-delivering to you something you want, so you should be nice to me and dance with me a couple of times.”
“Anything for you,” Cain swore before pulling a vanishing act out of the ballroom. Cheers for DG's plan, I love the dialogue in general, and I love that Cain is at least being civil about dancing. <3
"...Solidarity,” she said firmly...
Cain having to relearn niceties of romance was lovely, and just seems to fit perfectly.
Cain worked to pull Glitch closer – receiving a little struggle from her – Okay, that's... really way too hot.
“Being the expert of the two of us, I think you should just worry about keeping me close and kissing me to affirm your masculinity..." I love them just playing into the gender roles. There's a neat little touch of menace/power-game to it. And the whole progression of the dance, in general... Yeow.
“Exploration of the male anatomy?” Cain could only guess. Perfect way to cap it.
This was so much fun!
...Is there any Girl!Glitch fanart, yet?
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Thank you for reading!
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