Watchmen Kink Meme 3. Weeeeeeee.
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such is also acceptable/awesome. Multiple people may respond to ( Read more... )
Dan’s left his snowsuit inside the building, and the arctic air wriggles through every crack in his costume it can find. The shock of it stuns him, or so he thinks, because it takes a second for his brain to catch up to what he’s seeing.
“No.” He says. He stumbles forward a few steps. Then, he’s running. “No,no,no,no,no-”
Bubastis is crouching in the snow, an obscene smear of color against the landscape. There’s no mistaking the dark form sprawled beneath her, if only because there couldn’t be anyone else out here. Her ears flatten as Dan approaches, and her lip curls up as a low growl emanates from her throat. Veidt’s always made her out to be an oversized housecat, but looking at those long teeth touching through Rorschach’s pectoral, and her muzzle dyed the color of wine, he sees nothing about her to suggest that she’s anything but the wild animal Veidt had mutated her from.
He can’t look. He doesn’t want to. But he can’t help but see, in that horrible moment before grief forces him to turn away, the impossible angle of Rorschach’s head on the snow, or the pink glisten of vital things now exposed to the sun.
He didn’t deserve this, Dan thinks, and How could Adrian and He was my friend, and his thoughts are swarming, now, to the staccato rhythm of snarls, grunts and snapping bone.
Again, his brain drags behind what the rest of him is doing. His fingers have looped through hard, plastic handles dangling slightly off his hip, and it isn’t until he’s peeling back the Velcro latch and sliding the pair of scissors out of its protective case that he knows what he’s going to do.
He doesn’t keep a weapon on him for two reasons: one, there’s always the chance that some thug will get clever and pry it off of him. A weapon in the hands of the enemy, and all of that. Two, he might be tempted to use it.
He regrets that choice, now. He knows there’s a real hunting knife back on the owlship, part of his emergency survival kit, but in the time it would take him to get there and back Rorschach may- his body may-
So he has the scissors. They’re something he’d grabbed at a dollar store for cutting the clothesline he’d used to tie up criminals. The construction was crappy, but they’d served their purpose well. And he’s always kept the blades sharp.
It will have to do.
Bubastis watches him, wary. There’s a hunk of meat in her mouth, so large that part of it dangles from her jaw. She’s cleaved the layers of cloth from it, leaving only a column of pale, freckled flesh that tapers into a hand, dragging listlessly on the snow.
Dan ignores this, because if he stops to process he’s just going to break down again. Instead he circles around her, listening to her warning rumble as it rises up from her belly and trembles through the air.
He’ll probably have only one shot at this. It’s certainly a stupid idea. But the thought of letting Adrian’s victory be so complete makes acid boil in his throat, and he just can’t. Not after everything else.
Dan raises the scissors and lunges.
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I can't even think of the words. I have said it many times in the past, but know that you, anon author, make me really believe that this is by far the best fandom ever.
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