Crossover part 6
Title: Crossover part 6
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/41. Speech
Character/Pairing: Gunther, Ray
Rating: PG
Word Count:
Summary: In which Freddy gets some pants, Gunther has none, and someone almost looses a tongue.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Part of the crossover between me and timemonkey's universes.
Gunther Thorson drummed his fingers on his thigh, blue eyes narrowed as he studied the speedster in front of him. Clearly, his control over this mortal wasn't what it should have been, otherwise Gunther wouldn't have been looked at his pants gracing the form of Mister Marvel, or whatever the thong wearing super hero was calling himself.
And the accursed speedster was chattering away like a monkey.
Gunther was finally coming in to the power that was rightfully his (even if he'd had to cross dimensions to do it), and still he had to deal with these petty humiliations! Pantless minions, yammering speedsters, and the constant accusations of being gay!
And still that damn Altman-Kaplan eluded his control, though Gunther could feel the magus' mental defenses weakening.
“For someone who's straight,” the flag clad speedster observed, “you use a lot of tongue.”
What was the point of being a great and powerful god-emperor if one couldn't rip someone's tongue out?
“You and you,” he said, pointing to the green werewolf and the newly dressed Marvel, “hold him down. He doesn't need a tongue do to what he's told.”
He'd just gotten a pair of sheers from one of the spider-themed types running about when a shadow fell over him, and a sudden weight came crashing down from above.
“Get your hands off that tongue!” a woman shrieked.
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/41. Speech
Character/Pairing: Gunther, Ray
Rating: PG
Word Count:
Summary: In which Freddy gets some pants, Gunther has none, and someone almost looses a tongue.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Part of the crossover between me and timemonkey's universes.
Gunther Thorson drummed his fingers on his thigh, blue eyes narrowed as he studied the speedster in front of him. Clearly, his control over this mortal wasn't what it should have been, otherwise Gunther wouldn't have been looked at his pants gracing the form of Mister Marvel, or whatever the thong wearing super hero was calling himself.
And the accursed speedster was chattering away like a monkey.
Gunther was finally coming in to the power that was rightfully his (even if he'd had to cross dimensions to do it), and still he had to deal with these petty humiliations! Pantless minions, yammering speedsters, and the constant accusations of being gay!
And still that damn Altman-Kaplan eluded his control, though Gunther could feel the magus' mental defenses weakening.
“For someone who's straight,” the flag clad speedster observed, “you use a lot of tongue.”
What was the point of being a great and powerful god-emperor if one couldn't rip someone's tongue out?
“You and you,” he said, pointing to the green werewolf and the newly dressed Marvel, “hold him down. He doesn't need a tongue do to what he's told.”
He'd just gotten a pair of sheers from one of the spider-themed types running about when a shadow fell over him, and a sudden weight came crashing down from above.
“Get your hands off that tongue!” a woman shrieked.