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... )
A quick assessment of the walk-in refrigerator showed they'd have at least a week before the perishables became an issue, and there were enough dry goods to keep them going for at least two more weeks after that. Bubastis' food looked to be in good supply, but Dan resolved to discover a source for it before too much time passed.
"There aren't any instructions with this stuff," he complained as he regarded the tupperware-like containers. "How often should we be feeding her?"
Rorschach looked at Bubastis, gazing on them like an implacable Egyptian statue with her tail describing slow patterns in the air, and the answer was obvious.
"As often as she wants."
Bubastis purred, turning to groom her shoulder.
The clocks said it was mid-afternoon, but it was decided breakfast fare was still in order - even Rorschach admitted that coffee would be welcome. The sun wouldn't stop shining where they were for several months anyway, so a little creative license was forgivable. Dan found some eggs and set them to cooking once he'd (mostly) convinced his partner that while it was possible to eat them raw, it wouldn't do any harm to commit just a bit more effort to them.
"Have eaten them raw before. Same fuel, less delay."
"Sure, with zero enjoyment and more risk of food poisoning."
Rorschach made a dismissive sound. "Waste too much time on unnecessary luxuries."
"Well, then," Dan expertly flipped an egg while resolutely not mentioning the shower conversation, "since the 'luxury' of eating at a table sounds like it's out of the question, how about you grab some portable food while this cooks and we'll eat while we scan broadcasts in the media room?"
Some minutes later, armed with fried egg sandwiches, coffee, and whatever other food Rorschach considered appropriate for a breakfast on-the-go, they settled in front of the massive bank of TV screens. The single - and horribly ostentatious - chair was ignored in favor of the sofa cushions they'd filched en route. Dan felt a bit like a kid watching cartoons on Saturday, sitting on the floor with a tray piled with food between him and his friend while Bubastis curled up nearby, and couldn't help grinning a little as he began flipping switches on the remote.
Four was the maximum number of channels they attempted. New York was the obvious first choice; Great Britain and Australia were the next two, chosen for their geographic dispersal and the fact that they spoke English. The fourth one started at a Russian network, but it quickly became obvious that their broadcasts were being censored. Thus, they just flipped through other non-English-speaking countries to get the gist of what was happening elsewhere.
The world was still reeling, but being remarkably more polite now that warfare had been largely reduced to a question of manpower once again. Here and there they saw footage of the glimpses people got of Dr. Manhattan as he worked his miracle, but he hadn't stayed to make any statements to anyone. World leaders were still in the process of actually admitting their lack of nuclear arms to one another, even though the evidence at hand made it obvious.
Rorschach bit into his sandwich while he jotted down notes where they sat on the floor.
His partner sighed beside him, making him look up with a questioning frown. "What's wrong?"
"This whole mess with Adrian." Dan shook his head as he watched a bulletin for another set of peace talks. "Things are looking up so much, and what we've got will sour it again."
"Truth has to be known, Daniel. Even if guilty are already gone."
"Yeah," Dan set down his coffee. "The world needs to know that Jon didn't cause those deaths. Hell, he saved everyone! And I know it's not much," he looked over to his friend, "but we can at least clear you of Moloch's murder." His mouth gave an ironic upward twist. "If we're going to be fugitives, I damn well want the charges against us be accurate." He sobered for a moment. "Besides, you deserve credit for seeing that something was up. You were right about that, and if I hadn't finally seen it, we'd likely be dead now - or wishing we were."
Rorschach just grunted, unsure of what to say to that admission, and they watched in silence for a few minutes.
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And Rorschach is sooo the butler of Bubastis. As often how she wants. Sure Rory. You never had a cat. Can´t wait to see more.
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May I have some arts of fat bubastis with Ror and Dan, please?
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