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rivendellrose) wrote2005-06-22 11:05 am
rivendellrose) wrote2005-06-22 11:05 am
drabble post - FMA and X-Files
All drabbles are what I'd call tame, with no explicit sexual content or other inappropriate material - after all, I'm writing these things on my office computer at work! ;)
The first drabble of the day belongs to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nekokoban, who requested "Full Metal Alchemist - the gimp brigade and miniskirts." I apologize for making up a holiday.
Constitution Day, celebrated throughout the civilian population as a great excuse for outdoor parades, barbecues, and concerts, was a much more low-key affair within the military buildings of the capitol, but most people found ways of nodding to the traditions despite being stuck in the office. Edward Elric had made a festive sparkler of Havoc's morning cigarette, and then been chased across the building by Colonel Mustang's equally festive fireballs after a snide remark.
Riza Hawkeye's contribution won the most approval, however. No one knew where she'd found a miniskirt exactly matching military colors and cloth, but no one complained.
Next,lennaofmidearth's request: "X-Files, Mulder/Krycek involving garter belts."
"What the hell are you doing here?" Mulder’s gun was up before he’d fully recognized the man before him.
"I could ask the same." Krycek lounged, all boneless grace and an irritating smile on Scully's immaculate white couch.
"Get out," Mulder growled. "Scully doesn’t want you lurking in her apartment waiting for her.”
“Who said I was waiting for her?”
“Out before I shoot you.”
Krycek stood slowly, eyeing Mulder with an amused grin. “Souvenir, Spooky?” He held out his hand, a black satin garter belt sprawled across it like a lace-trimmed viper. “Drop the gun and it’s all yours.”
The first drabble of the day belongs to
nekokoban, who requested "Full Metal Alchemist - the gimp brigade and miniskirts." I apologize for making up a holiday. Constitution Day, celebrated throughout the civilian population as a great excuse for outdoor parades, barbecues, and concerts, was a much more low-key affair within the military buildings of the capitol, but most people found ways of nodding to the traditions despite being stuck in the office. Edward Elric had made a festive sparkler of Havoc's morning cigarette, and then been chased across the building by Colonel Mustang's equally festive fireballs after a snide remark.
Riza Hawkeye's contribution won the most approval, however. No one knew where she'd found a miniskirt exactly matching military colors and cloth, but no one complained.
Next,
lennaofmidearth's request: "X-Files, Mulder/Krycek involving garter belts." "What the hell are you doing here?" Mulder’s gun was up before he’d fully recognized the man before him.
"I could ask the same." Krycek lounged, all boneless grace and an irritating smile on Scully's immaculate white couch.
"Get out," Mulder growled. "Scully doesn’t want you lurking in her apartment waiting for her.”
“Who said I was waiting for her?”
“Out before I shoot you.”
Krycek stood slowly, eyeing Mulder with an amused grin. “Souvenir, Spooky?” He held out his hand, a black satin garter belt sprawled across it like a lace-trimmed viper. “Drop the gun and it’s all yours.”