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... )
Marie cries and hugs her when they land, and she hugs back, and takes the little piece of paper with the girl's name and address. She gets the idea that humans can do this without meaning it, so she makes a point of showing her friend that she will keep it with Dan's. Marie also insists on giving her a little gold ring with a pretty blue stone. Laurel is annoyed at having nothing to give her in return, and carefully braids the ring into her hair so she won't lose it. This place is apparently called Virginia, and the one she needs to get to is New York. Her friends walk her to the train station, where she trades a piece of one of the yellow things for another piece of paper, which will apparently let her get onto another kind of ship that will take her there. It doesn't leave until tomorrow, though, and she cannot bear to sleep indoors anymore. This place is cold and unfamiliar, but trees are trees, and over everyone's objections, she walks off into the woods. It's soothingly green and the snakes understand her when she gives the stranger's hunting call in their language, although they know she's foreign.
She hears crashing and rustling and goes still before creeping up on it. It could be something good to eat, helpfully pre-wounded in the loam. Getting closer, she sees that it's two somethings. Humans, and no good to eat. For a moment she thinks they're about to mate and that she ought to leave them to it, but then she sees that it's all wrong. There should be a bit of struggle, of course. Just to make certain he's paying attention, but this is ugly. The female seems to be covered in dirt at first, then Laurel realizes that her skin is really that color, in sharp contrast to the pale hide of the male, who is being very ill-mannered. Apes get like this sometimes too, but it's not half so dangerous because a girl can scream for her sisters and they'll be there in half a minute, howling and throwing stones. This one fights silently, like she knows no one will listen to her.
Laurel decides that someone ought to stand in for the absent sisters, and bursts from the underbrush to knock him off and pummel him mercilessly. She can feel how strong he is and that just makes her angrier, because it shows how over-matched the girl was. She only means to give him a good drubbing and let him run away, but when he pulls out a gun she breaks his neck without a second thought. The sudden quiet is very loud. The girl is sitting in her torn dress with her hands to her mouth.
"Are you all right?" She's sure this one will speak another tongue. After all, she's even a different color.
She nods. "Y-y-yessum. Are you the Devil?"
At first it almost does sound like another tongue, and then Laurel understands it. "Thought the devil was a man." The girl just trembles, and Laurel sighs. "You need a new dress." She pulls out the rest of the piece she had bought the train ticket with, and puts it in the girl's hand. It closes automatically, as if the hand is sharp enough to know to take a gift even while the mind is in shock. Laurel takes the gun since he doesn't need it anymore, and goes away to find a place to sleep. She hears a sound like ape howls mixed with the barking of seals, but sleeps peacefully as the bloodhounds pass her by.
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"Boss, if you don't get back in bed I'll kill you myself."
"Kovacs, I don't have time for this!" He struggles feebly. "She might come looking for me, dammit! A girl raised by apes on a tropical island! Can you imagine someone like that trying to navigate the United States?"
"Might actually do remarkably well." Kovacs shoves him back down onto the pillow and mercilessly spoons medicine down his throat. "Either way, would be put out to find you dead." He says it dubiously, still certain that this girl is either a figment of delirium or someone who would be delighted to find the Dreiberg fortune at her feet.
"You know, there are times I regret hiring you, Kovacs."
"And I accepting the position, boss."
"...That sounds like bad grammar, but I don't think it's technically incorrect."
"Ugly grammar. Functional. Drink this."
"Oh, Kovacs. What would I do without you?"
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You write such a volume of amazing stuff it's scary.
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She walks for miles and makes at least forty wrong turns, glad that most things are conveniently labeled. She has to steal an orange from a vendor's stall because she doesn't feel like negotiating with the gold bits, which are apparently worth too much for some transactions, but no one sees her and she eats the pallid, pathetic flesh as she walks. She feels like her senses have shut down in self-defense, too much going on on all sides. She has the feeling that there will be predators off the path, but the alleys are dark and comparatively quiet, so she uses them to traverse the city in the general direction of her mate.
She hears them well before they approach. Two of them, clumsy but more graceful for their size than a lot of the people she's seen in civilization. They move to flank her and she's just wrapping one hand around the barrel of the gun to use it as a bludgeon when there are someone else's running footsteps. Everything explodes after that, into a quick, vicious battle. They're a little bigger than she thought, and she's glad to have help. It's over quickly, and she looks at the man who came to her aid. He's very small, and has bright red hair and those speckles some people seem to get in the sun. She cocks her head, feeling a weird sense of recognition.
"Kovacs?"
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"Truth be told, he just doesn't trust women." Dan sighs, dabbling his feet in the lagoon. "His mother wasn't kind to him."
She sighs, resting her head on his shoulder. "Poor thing. Sometimes apes act as if their children aren't their own. Someone who actually wants them usually takes them."
"We try to do that, but with limited success." He sighs. "You know, his ugly mug is the only thing I miss about New York."
"Hurry up." He growls, irritably stumping up a flight of stairs. "He's been sick for weeks, but he should live." She follows, wanting to see Dan even more than she wants to look around. This is his nest, and sure to be full of interesting things, but there's plenty of time for that later. "Boss!" Kovacs barks. "Visitor!"
"Kovacs, you were the one advocating complete-- Laurel!" He springs out of bed and staggers over. He's thinner and paler than he should be, but he's Dan and she hugs him tightly, purring as she nuzzles her head in against his chest.
"Shouldn't have let you go." She murmurs. The door slams, and neither of them remark Kovacs's exit.
"You're probably right." His voice trembles a little. "You came all this way for me?"
"I would have gone further."
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Joking. Cynical humor aside, I love how casually Laurie's proceeding through the modern world. It's fun to see how easily she can equate human interactions to the traits she knows from her time on the island, and her lack of fear will either be a boon or a challenge if she means to stay there with Dan. It'll be interesting to see the culture clash of Laurie in high society.
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Anyway, what you're looking at here is a girl raised by super-smart apes, like Tarzan. Apes are a fuckton like people. Hence, she sort of gets how she's supposed to navigate.
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The thump of the headboard against the wall throws him off and he snarls, flinging aside the bedclothes and sitting there, rock hard in the cold air of the room. It doesn't help and he curses under his breath, wishing it were winter. Still, they seem to be done. It's quiet now, and he closes his eyes and thinks of nothing as hard as he can. He finally manages to sleep, curled around the righteous ache of having not touched himself.
"I hope Kovacs didn't hear us."
"He probably did. What's the harm?"
Dan sighs, stroking her hair. "You just don't understand, dearest. He's... hurt? Sick? Something. A lot of us, but he's a bad case."
"Doesn't like women."
"Doesn't like sex, either." She stares, because that's like someone who doesn't like sleep or food. "Well, I suppose he does, poor fellow. But he's ashamed of it. He probably wants as much as anyone, but doesn't want to want."
"...Shame is so strange. Come home with me where we don't have it."
"Believe me, that was the plan."
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