Watchmen Kink Meme 4: The Fab, Fantastic Four
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... )
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... )
"So what were you doing?" The younger of the two asks, pad and pen poised.
"Taking him to Customer Service to page his mother."
"Nice try. We have eight witnesses say you picked him up and looked like you were going to run for it when you were spotted."
He sighs, knowing exactly what it must have looked like. "Scream alarmed me." He's still staring straight ahead. "Thought situation had become dangerous. Robbery, assault, etc."
In the end, they let him go. It takes two hours of questioning, though, the samaritans remembering that he hadn't struggled, and Mrs. Donovan's conversation with her son turning up the fact that Rorschach had tried to send him on his own, and had only accompanied Mike upon his insistence. The milk has to be thrown out, but a replacement is provided with no charge for anything in the basket, all of it unharmed by the drop. It feels like an insult, but Daniel needs the juice and Charlie needs milk for her cereal. In the end, it's a remarkably economic trip. The only money spent is twenty-five cents to call Laurel to come get him. He had walked, but now his knees are shaking a little.
"H'lo?" She sounds drugged with sleep, and he feels a stab of guilt for waking her.
"Laurel." His voice is hoarse, close to the squeaking point, and he swallows.
"What's wrong?" She sounds instantly more awake. "Are you okay?"
"Have had... difficulties. No injuries, but would deeply appreciate ride home."
"I'll be right there. Wait outside the main entrance, okay?"
"Thank you." He hangs up and makes his way out, clutching his bags. He sits on the curb with his head resting on his knees, and only looks up when Laurel stops in front of him, in the little silver sedan she has because she refuses to drive the 'mom van'.
"Jesus, Walter." Her brow crinkles as she looks at him. He has no idea how he looks, but it must be pitiful. "Get in, baby." She has never called him this before, but neither of them comments on it as he gets into the shotgun seat. They leave the parking lot in silence, and he wonders if they'll get all the way home without speaking when she asks him again what happened. He explains, and her knuckles go white on the wheel. His voice cracks near the end of his recital, and he stops, shivering. "Was... was afraid."
"Can't say I blame you, Walter." She says, all forced casualness.
"Could never be allowed to see Charlie again." He feels and sounds strangled articulating it, the thought he had been coldly ignoring the whole time, and covers his face when he feels the water finally spilling out of his eyes.
"Those motherfuckers." Laurel growls, and cracks her window, lighting a cigarette. "Walter, I'll tell you one thing: I'd throw in all my money with all of Dan's, and we'd hock the goddamn furniture to pay the best attack lawyers we could find. You're more that kid's mother than I am, and... We're a family, goddammit." She crushes her cigarette into the ashtray, rolling the window the rest of the way down to dissipate the smoke. "Walter, we'd go on the lam to keep you with Charlie. Don't think we wouldn't."
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I so wanna see Charlie and/or Laurie put those idiots in their place. *huggles poor Walter*
(Bless you, Captcha - "brooded agreement")
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It must kill Walter, on some level, that he would never have been given Charlie without Laurie as a beard; that everything he has is always going to be on the brink of being taken away. I wonder how that effects his relationship with each of them.
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They're going to address it, I think. Dan's going to use his Jew-fu and rally the attack lawyers and create airtight wills and living wills that leave Walter everything, including custody of the podling.
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I love the high school kids
I love the OT3
I love the psychic squids
boom de yada boom de yada boom de yada boom de yada
I love antennae
I love cross-dressin' Bill
and savage Laurie
and every prompt you fill
boom de yada boom de yada boom de yada boom de yada
I love lactation
I love egg-laying fic
and uggo Adrian
and Laurie with a dick
boom de yada boom de yada boom de yada boom de yada
I love Alma
and Walter's boyfriend Joe
and human!Archie
just thought you ought to know
boom de yada boom de yada boom de yada boom de yada
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i love you both, hearts for all! <3<3<3<3<3<3
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But I must set the record straight, anon as I am. The psychic squids is someone else who's awesome. But yeah, all the rest of that is my fault. XD
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"I think it's an improvement." Laurel says, as though reading his mind.
"Me too." He smiles faintly for the first time since this morning, and arranges Charlie's blankets before they tiptoe out. Daniel is too ill to bother, and still probably contagious, so he follows Laurel to her room, and lets her pull him into her bed and wrap around him, warm and soothing. "Will... will this affect the finalization hearing?"
"I'd like to see them try. You didn't do anything wrong." She kisses the top of his head, nuzzling his hair. "Walter, you fucking love that kid and if they've got a problem with that we can all bleach our hair and run away to Mexico."
"Would make a terrible blonde." He tells her. "Would disagree violently with skin tone."
"Maybe I'd just bleach mine up to red, and you could be the blonde."
"What about Daniel?" He says, starting to be amused against his will.
"Bleach blonde with a mustache." She says decidedly, and Walter makes an exaggerated gagging noise. "Yeah, it would be pretty terrible." She giggles and hugs him tightly. "It won't come to that, baby."
"Have never called me that before."
"Shut up and take your sympathy, because I think we're out of tea." Her hands slide under the hem of his shirt, and then stop, just resting on him, skin to skin. "I do like you, you crazy bastard."
"Mm. Not crazy anymore. Have doctor's note." He turns in her arms, resting his head on her breasts, still blown away that it's allowed. "Like you very much as well, Laurel." They doze together like this for a while, and then the inevitable happens, Laurel slowly tugging off his shirt, less as a tease and more to give him time to object. He doesn't, though. It took Daniel a long time to show him that this could be a comfort, but Laurel can reap the benefits now as he helps her strip him.
"I thought you said no injuries, punk." He blinks and looks down at himself, seeing a few scrapes and bruises.
"No real injuries."
"Whatever." She pulls her own shirt off and sighs as he suckles her, feeling the strange security of the action rolling over him like a dark wave. She cradles his head and holds him close, and he can't help the little profoundly relieved noises that slip out around his mouthful. She hushes him, soothes him, calls him baby and he can't even comment on the appropriateness of the appellation as she reaches down to wrap a hand around him where he's half hard. He whines as she strokes him slowly, bringing him the rest of the way.
"L-laurel..."
"I can stop if you want."
"Do not want." He mutters, the words dissolving into a purr as she squeezes, chuckling softly.
"You're closer to the drawer."
And he is, so he reaches over and gets them a rubber. He doesn't like the way they feel, and has painful associations with them, but Laurel doesn't want to get pregnant and the pill makes her miserable. She knows all this, and smiles, taking it from him to roll it on, smiling faintly as she meets his eyes. He looks steadily back, but can't help but blush. She grins, rolling onto her back and pulling him with her and then inside her, wrapping long legs around him and rocking until neither of them can worry about the hearing or anything else.
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