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Great, Flaming Pumpkins by: Cattraine (PG13)
From now on I'm going to try a get two recs a week in. With one being Old West and one being ATF or another AU.
Fandom: THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN (ATF)
Pairing: Chris Larabee/Vin Tanner
Length: One-shot
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Cattraine on Chris Larabee.com
Why this must be read: This is one of the funniest things I've ever read. Told entirely form Chris' perspective what starts out as a simple cash for explosives hand off quickly turns into a comedy of errors. Co-staring: Top Hat Bob, Ezra's $1200 suit, a helpful pumpkin patch owner (with a burning desire to be a cowboy), and a fluff-ball. This takes very little time to read but will have you rolling with laughter by the end!
Chris Larabee lay flat on his back too stunned to cuss, half cushioned and half smothered under the bales of straw that both surrounded him and shielded him from the swirling nexus of chaos that had once been a serene, peaceful, moonlit pumpkin patch.
From this angle, all he could see were the brilliant pyrotechnic displays of white and yellow light from the shock grenades and dynamite, smoke from the various fires and the occasional large squash or pumpkin launched like a missile through the air. He could still hear plenty through his headset, though.
He made a mental note to himself to never, ever, set up a meet with a paranoid schizophrenic explosives expert like Top Hat Bob Sikes again. The fat little bastard had shown up for the meet already suspicious as hell of the debonair 'Eric Stanford,' and sporting a neon orange hunter's vest with its multitude of pockets stuffed full of various grenades, simtex, dynamite, fireworks and God knew what else.
All it had taken to set him off was the wind rattling noisily through the skinny, pumpkin-headed scarecrow propped jauntily up in the middle of the pumpkin patch.
One minute the transfer of money-for-explosives was going as smooth as silk, the next, the whole damned deal had gone literally up in a puff of acrid smoke.
Mr. Yamashita, the owner of the pumpkin patch, was not going to be pleased, Chris thought idly, watching with mild interest as an enormous orange pumpkin sailed over his head to splat messily against the side of a parked tractor.
Great, Flaming Pumpkins
Fandom: THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN (ATF)
Pairing: Chris Larabee/Vin Tanner
Length: One-shot
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Cattraine on Chris Larabee.com
Why this must be read: This is one of the funniest things I've ever read. Told entirely form Chris' perspective what starts out as a simple cash for explosives hand off quickly turns into a comedy of errors. Co-staring: Top Hat Bob, Ezra's $1200 suit, a helpful pumpkin patch owner (with a burning desire to be a cowboy), and a fluff-ball. This takes very little time to read but will have you rolling with laughter by the end!
Chris Larabee lay flat on his back too stunned to cuss, half cushioned and half smothered under the bales of straw that both surrounded him and shielded him from the swirling nexus of chaos that had once been a serene, peaceful, moonlit pumpkin patch.
From this angle, all he could see were the brilliant pyrotechnic displays of white and yellow light from the shock grenades and dynamite, smoke from the various fires and the occasional large squash or pumpkin launched like a missile through the air. He could still hear plenty through his headset, though.
He made a mental note to himself to never, ever, set up a meet with a paranoid schizophrenic explosives expert like Top Hat Bob Sikes again. The fat little bastard had shown up for the meet already suspicious as hell of the debonair 'Eric Stanford,' and sporting a neon orange hunter's vest with its multitude of pockets stuffed full of various grenades, simtex, dynamite, fireworks and God knew what else.
All it had taken to set him off was the wind rattling noisily through the skinny, pumpkin-headed scarecrow propped jauntily up in the middle of the pumpkin patch.
One minute the transfer of money-for-explosives was going as smooth as silk, the next, the whole damned deal had gone literally up in a puff of acrid smoke.
Mr. Yamashita, the owner of the pumpkin patch, was not going to be pleased, Chris thought idly, watching with mild interest as an enormous orange pumpkin sailed over his head to splat messily against the side of a parked tractor.
Great, Flaming Pumpkins