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hello again. After another bitch of a day it was actually nice to sit down and write these. Well the last two anyway, wrote the first one yesterday.
there's only one DC one this time
A Lovely Undead Day
Jaime was actually kind of irritated at the most recent turn of events. Yes, he was a superhero; even if he was just starting out, but wasn't he really supposed do deal with the more alien type of things. Magic was Captain Marvel's domain.
Which is why, when he found himself surrounded be the living dead, he was most put out.
And to add insult to injury, they didn't seem to think his brains were worth eating. Sure, he should probably feel glad about that but it really kind of stung.
That was about when he came face to face, or rather bio-organic, alien hybrid armour to mask; with the last Blue Beetle he was quite worried. He really didn't want to have to fight the zombie of the man Guy Gardner said he had to live up to.
"Brains....must.....eat.....braaaainssss..." The zombie Beetle slurred, shuffling towards the young hero. Jaime squeaked. Then feeling rather embarrassed tried reasoning.
"I really don't want to hurt you. Do we have to do this?"
The zombie paused. Then he straightened, brushing grave dirt off his shoulders.
"Well. No. Not really." Jaime stared. "You didn't think that was funny?" Ted sighed and muttered, "Damn, I owe Booster twenty bucks." He smiled at the boy, ignoring the slow, shuffling undead for the time being. "It's about time someone started training you, don't you think kid?"
"But. But you're dead!"
The older Beetle smirked and swung an arm around the younger's shoulders. "Let me tell you about time travel...and zombies."
this one's Doctor Who
A Matter of Taste
He just really didn't get it. It didn't make sense. Why did people eat this stuff? It was disgusting. Made your tongue stick to the roof of your mouth, it had not real texture, no real taste and it was much better if you didn't know what they put in it.
He sat at the table, staring at the tub of the stuff. Why oh why had Rose bought it? She hadn't even eaten on the Tardis in the last couple of weeks.
Jack walked into the room. Glancing at the doctor he shrugged, grinned when he saw the offending breakfast spread. He slid into a seat opposite the other man and grabbed a spoon. He dipped it into the jar and brought it out. Smiled slightly. And licked. Slowly.
He licked away until there hardly any left then sucked on the spoon. Smirked slightly through his lashes and went back for more.
The Doctor settled back in his chair, eyes never leaving the Captain's spoon.
Maybe peanut butter wasn't so bad after all.
And one Tsubasa
When Bugs Attack
They had been teleported to another world that morning. Mokona had declared the close presence of one of Sakura's feathers. Naturally they had gone after it.
The giant sentient cockroaches had been quite a surprise.
They hadn't been friendly either.
While they had managed to battle their way through the ranks of six foot tall, chitinous bugs and retrieve the feather from the insect king (who Kurogane said looked rather like the Time Witch) it hadn't been without collecting a fair proportion of their own bumps and bruises. Particularly Kurogane.
And so it was that after Mokona had taken to another world, one that at least, so far, seemed safer, the usually black clad ninja found himself laying on his stomach, striped to his undergarments.
He growled as he felt soft delicate fingers probe gently at his skin. He snarled obscenities as those long fingers trailed down his back. It was enough of an embarrassment that the damn roach had fallen on top of him but to have their, no longer, magic user play the nursemaid on him was nearly unacceptable.
Kurogane started to surge up, unwilling to accept the helping hand of a man he'd never meant to care about, but the gentlest touch of lips to his shoulder stopped him. Butterfly light, the kisses drew a line from his right shoulder to his left. Paused.
He settled down.
Slightly firmer now, the kisses started again.
So, I hope you enjoy and return the favour soon N.