Underworld Drabble and my first two RPS
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tsuru_sanAnd here we have the mini-Squickfest of fanfics I never thought I’d write...but secretly knew I would.
Btw, to anyone who's waiting for more Asmodeus/Raphael, that's in the works too.
Title: A Little Vice
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: one-sided Dick Cheney/George Bush
Rating: PG (for the slightest slash)
Summary: [Early November 2004] Dick Cheney is vice president with a vice of his own: George Bush.
Notes: I never thought this would be my first completed RPS. I don’t know if I’ll ever write more, but either way, the rating should stay about here. I could prolly never write these two doing anything more. So excuse me while I go spork my eyes out now. -_-
Dick Cheney fidgeted as he sat in one of the plush chairs inside George Bush’s office. The president had invited him for a drink earlier that evening. Unable to refuse the man of his utterly secret affections anything, Cheney had agreed. So now here they were, sipping brandy but not speaking. Bush didn’t seem to mind, but the vice president felt foolish. Shouldn’t they be talking about the campaign or...something?
Taking it upon himself to make small talk, Dick said, “Ahem, thank you, Mr. President, for the brandy. It’s—”
“Not agin...” George said with a sigh.
“Not what, sir?”
“That! Y’know what your problem is? You’re too formal. C’mon, Dicky, we’ve been working together for a few years now! Can’t ya just call me ‘George’? At least in private...”
“Okay,” he conceded, surprised by the request but not unhappy to comply. “Okay, George.”
“Thank ya.”
The silence settled back in the room, and now both its occupants shifted uncomfortably.
“I think the campaign’s going good,” Bush finally spoke up to break the monotonous quiet.
“ ‘Well’”, Cheney admonished, “and unfortunately, it’s not. The running is still too damn close.”
“S’pose you’re right,” the president admitted. “I’m looking forward to this election bein’ over though...for better or worst.”
For better or ‘worse’, Cheney corrected his co-worker inwardly. Bush’s bad grammar grated on his nerves sometimes, but no one was perfect...not even the president.
Bush swirled his brandy around in his glass before downing the rest of it in one gulp. Noticing this, Dick immediately stood, offering, “Here, si—ah, George, let me pour you another.”
Standing up, Cheney reached for Bush’s glass, but the president was already up.
“I got it, Dick, ya do enough for me as it is.” Gently, Bush pried Cheney’s hand off of his. Giving the man’s hand a light squeeze, he reached for the brandy bottle.
Forcing down an uncharacteristic blush, the vice president felt suddenly foolish. “I guess you, um, don’t really need me here. Maybe I should just say goodnight and go...” he was about to edge toward the door when...
“ ‘Course I needcha,” George said, turning around with an almost silly grin. “You’re my vice.”
Dick Cheney nodded wordlessly and sank back into his chair and watched George Bush pour himself a second glass of brandy. If only... he thought, pondering the man’s innocent statement.
—Fin—
Title: A Lot of Explaining
Fandom: Revolutionary War RPS
Pairing: Benedict Arnold/George Washington and Benedict Arnold/random chicken
Rating: PG (for slash, mild chicken kissing, and stupidity)
Summary: (188 words) Two of our American generals face some general confusion.
Notes: Requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
muted_storms. See, I didn't forget entirely.
A farm, Benedict Arnold decided, was one of the worst places to camp a regiment. Not thee worst, of course, but one of the worst. He just hoped the fighting would be over soon though. Benedict Arnold hated this goddamn war. Hated. Not only was he underappreciated, but he was missing George Washington terribly. He hadn’t seen his lover in nearly two months and it was driving him crazy. Restlessly, he tossed and turned in his sleep, still missing George and longing for his strong embrace.
Still half-asleep, the general reached out, grasping the nearest thing to him. A passing chicken.
“Oh, George, how I’ve missed you...” he mumbled groggily. Pulling the chicken closer and kissed it, much to the chicken’s mortification.
Naturally—according to most clichés anyway—this is when the barn door opened and in came George Washington. Holding his lantern up, its illumination woke Benedict Arnold from his semi-slumber.
“Bennie, I’m here! Ol McDonald said you were sleeping in the barn and...is that a chicken?!”
Arnold dropped the poor poultry frantically. “George, I can’t explain! I mean, I can explain!”
“I really hope so...”
—Fin—
Hmm... I guess this one isn’t all that squicky...just weird. Written fordragong.
Viktor’s POV...
You would’ve made an excellent vampire.
You are a warrior like me. You’re also more intelligent than the average lycan. Undoubtedly, Lucian values you. I grind my fangs together at the thought sometimes. It’s so unfair!
I say it again, you would’ve made an excellent vampire.
And then I look at you again. Toned, firm muscles beneath rich dark skin. Light brown eyes stare deep with a piercing gaze. Your strong hands have seen years of fighting, and sometimes, to my secret shame, I imagine what it’d be like to have you touching me.
You would’ve made an excellent lover.
Btw, to anyone who's waiting for more Asmodeus/Raphael, that's in the works too.
Title: A Little Vice
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: one-sided Dick Cheney/George Bush
Rating: PG (for the slightest slash)
Summary: [Early November 2004] Dick Cheney is vice president with a vice of his own: George Bush.
Notes: I never thought this would be my first completed RPS. I don’t know if I’ll ever write more, but either way, the rating should stay about here. I could prolly never write these two doing anything more. So excuse me while I go spork my eyes out now. -_-
Dick Cheney fidgeted as he sat in one of the plush chairs inside George Bush’s office. The president had invited him for a drink earlier that evening. Unable to refuse the man of his utterly secret affections anything, Cheney had agreed. So now here they were, sipping brandy but not speaking. Bush didn’t seem to mind, but the vice president felt foolish. Shouldn’t they be talking about the campaign or...something?
Taking it upon himself to make small talk, Dick said, “Ahem, thank you, Mr. President, for the brandy. It’s—”
“Not agin...” George said with a sigh.
“Not what, sir?”
“That! Y’know what your problem is? You’re too formal. C’mon, Dicky, we’ve been working together for a few years now! Can’t ya just call me ‘George’? At least in private...”
“Okay,” he conceded, surprised by the request but not unhappy to comply. “Okay, George.”
“Thank ya.”
The silence settled back in the room, and now both its occupants shifted uncomfortably.
“I think the campaign’s going good,” Bush finally spoke up to break the monotonous quiet.
“ ‘Well’”, Cheney admonished, “and unfortunately, it’s not. The running is still too damn close.”
“S’pose you’re right,” the president admitted. “I’m looking forward to this election bein’ over though...for better or worst.”
For better or ‘worse’, Cheney corrected his co-worker inwardly. Bush’s bad grammar grated on his nerves sometimes, but no one was perfect...not even the president.
Bush swirled his brandy around in his glass before downing the rest of it in one gulp. Noticing this, Dick immediately stood, offering, “Here, si—ah, George, let me pour you another.”
Standing up, Cheney reached for Bush’s glass, but the president was already up.
“I got it, Dick, ya do enough for me as it is.” Gently, Bush pried Cheney’s hand off of his. Giving the man’s hand a light squeeze, he reached for the brandy bottle.
Forcing down an uncharacteristic blush, the vice president felt suddenly foolish. “I guess you, um, don’t really need me here. Maybe I should just say goodnight and go...” he was about to edge toward the door when...
“ ‘Course I needcha,” George said, turning around with an almost silly grin. “You’re my vice.”
Dick Cheney nodded wordlessly and sank back into his chair and watched George Bush pour himself a second glass of brandy. If only... he thought, pondering the man’s innocent statement.
—Fin—
Title: A Lot of Explaining
Fandom: Revolutionary War RPS
Pairing: Benedict Arnold/George Washington and Benedict Arnold/random chicken
Rating: PG (for slash, mild chicken kissing, and stupidity)
Summary: (188 words) Two of our American generals face some general confusion.
Notes: Requested by
muted_storms. See, I didn't forget A farm, Benedict Arnold decided, was one of the worst places to camp a regiment. Not thee worst, of course, but one of the worst. He just hoped the fighting would be over soon though. Benedict Arnold hated this goddamn war. Hated. Not only was he underappreciated, but he was missing George Washington terribly. He hadn’t seen his lover in nearly two months and it was driving him crazy. Restlessly, he tossed and turned in his sleep, still missing George and longing for his strong embrace.
Still half-asleep, the general reached out, grasping the nearest thing to him. A passing chicken.
“Oh, George, how I’ve missed you...” he mumbled groggily. Pulling the chicken closer and kissed it, much to the chicken’s mortification.
Naturally—according to most clichés anyway—this is when the barn door opened and in came George Washington. Holding his lantern up, its illumination woke Benedict Arnold from his semi-slumber.
“Bennie, I’m here! Ol McDonald said you were sleeping in the barn and...is that a chicken?!”
Arnold dropped the poor poultry frantically. “George, I can’t explain! I mean, I can explain!”
“I really hope so...”
—Fin—
Hmm... I guess this one isn’t all that squicky...just weird. Written for
dragong.Viktor’s POV...
You would’ve made an excellent vampire.
You are a warrior like me. You’re also more intelligent than the average lycan. Undoubtedly, Lucian values you. I grind my fangs together at the thought sometimes. It’s so unfair!
I say it again, you would’ve made an excellent vampire.
And then I look at you again. Toned, firm muscles beneath rich dark skin. Light brown eyes stare deep with a piercing gaze. Your strong hands have seen years of fighting, and sometimes, to my secret shame, I imagine what it’d be like to have you touching me.
You would’ve made an excellent lover.
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Date: 2005-02-06 03:07 pm (UTC)oh. man. if it has that, it's gotta be good.
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Date: 2005-02-08 10:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-06 03:53 pm (UTC)The Cheney/Bush one... Died laughing m'dear!
funny thing is... I was thinking - Hey, that's not how you spell worse....
loved it beb!
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Date: 2005-02-08 10:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-06 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-08 10:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-06 06:46 pm (UTC)The Cheney/Bush drabble made my day ^__^
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Date: 2005-02-08 10:27 am (UTC)*cough*Where's the next part of "Peddled"?*coughcough*
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Date: 2005-02-08 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-09 01:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-07 11:58 pm (UTC)And you wrote the chicken story! *huggles Sam to near death* Frankly, I expected "cock" to show up at least once, but 'ts all good! (I guess it wouldn't have been a chicken then.) I'm uber happy that you fit the actual animal in the story this time! Remember the platypus...
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Date: 2005-02-08 11:08 am (UTC)Most would think Kerry/Edwards first...
Eh, too easy. ;)
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Date: 2005-02-08 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-09 01:38 am (UTC)And yes, Asmodeus/Raphael is being worked on. A drawing too. ^_~
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Date: 2005-02-09 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-28 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-01 09:03 pm (UTC)hahaha! They are soooo meant for each other! XD