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... )
Right now they're in the grip of an Indian summer, and he's standing out there in the heat in his undershirt, waiting. He reminds her a little of her first dog, a black lab named Chips who waited for her at the bus stop every afternoon. The stillness and the eyes are almost exactly the same. She gnaws on an eraser and contemplates inviting him in again. She tries it now and then, and it never works. He glances over and their gazes lock. Trying to stare him down is like trying to stare down a boulder. She looks away and the bell rings, the whole kindergarten class leaping and tumbling and bounding out. Charlie bolts by in her overalls with the embroidered butterfly on the bib, exploding into the sunlight and catapulting into Walter's arms.
He smells like brown spices and meat and onions, so she knows dinner is going to be something out of the slow-cooker tonight, and when she tells him so, he's glad she notices. They have kind of a game, where she Observes things and he tells her if she's right. "What did you do today?" He asks, carrying her a little ways. He's really strong, and even though she's pretty big now he can carry her to the big oak tree that makes the sidewalk all bumpy before his arms get tired. She kicks her feet in their faded red sneakers.
"We drew pictures of our family. We're gonna put them up on the board for the Open House."
"I see."
"We learned how to call the police if we have to."
"Always good to know."
"And Miss Dubois read us a Frog and Toad book."
"Also good." They're in the shade of the tree now, and he sets her down, taking her hand and going on. She has to skip to keep up sometimes, but he mostly waits for her. She catches falling leaves and tells him about their snack (Nilla wafers and banana pudding, something both of them can appreciate) and about the weird bugs they had found outside and how Miss Dubois had said her overalls were very pretty. He only makes a couple of funny noises, but she knows he's listening. She can feel him tensing up, and drops his hand to move to the outside of the sidewalk and take the other one. The Hendersons' yard is coming up, and they have two big German Shepherds. They run up to the fence and bark at anything going by. They don't scare Charlie very much. She can tell that they can't get out, but Walter's hand gets all sticky in hers at the sound of the barking, and he stares straight ahead, looking angry as they pass. She squeezes his hand, and tells him not to worry, which is what she always does. And like always he smiles softly, and relaxes.
"You're right, Charlie." He sighs, and she tugs him onward, telling him about the guinea pig and how she's going to have babies. It never takes long to restore his good humor, and he hums as he fixes their lunch, always a good sign. It's just them for a little while longer. Laurie is at work, because even though she doesn't have to she'd go nuts if she didn't, and Dan won't actually be home for two more days, because he's at a conference. She asks Walter for the millionth time how come Dan likes birds so much, and he still has no answer.
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I'm so glad you're back. Every time you update this it's like a little miracle. Keep it up!
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He had waited to put Charlie to bed before growling that he had seen her watching him, that she was an evil whore no matter what Daniel said, and that he was going for a walk. There hadn't been much to do in response but go to the roof for a smoke, close enough to an upstairs window to get right back in if Charlie needs anything. She loves the kid more than she had really expected to, and it makes her uneasy sometimes. She supposes it must do the same to Walter. Out of all of them, only Dan can really act like he's supposed to have this, and she misses him. When he's around and Walter gets insecure, he can just fuck him while she takes Charlie on a walk or a drive or something not screamingly suspicious. Sure, she'd rather be getting laid too, but the kid's all right. Gives her an excuse to get ice cream.
"Know you're up there." He growls, and a rustling in a nearby tree suddenly resolves into Rorschach, and in her own head she's gonna go with the name, because he looks murderous. There are leaves in his hair, and his looks like some kind of angry tree spirit.
"All right, so you caught me." She blows a smoke ring toward the moon. "The evil whore is also a little perturbed, okay?"
"Should be." He mutters, crawling across the roof to her. She looks at the sky until he's safely not moving, all that beautiful, compact musculature as innocuous as it's going to get without a robe. He sits beside her, and she can suddenly see the droplets of sweat in his hair, and the defeated look on his face. "Sorry I called you that. Promised Daniel I wouldn't."
"It's okay. I won't tell on you." Another smoke ring.
"Shouldn't have watched."
"Hey, you've seen me naked." She suddenly realizes that maybe that was the last thing she should have brought up as he shivers in the heat.
"Accident."
"Well, you were fully-clothed, so there."
"Saw your eyes!" His voice drops again and he hugs himself miserably, staring down into the yard. "Don't... am weak, Laurel."
She rolls her eyes. "Walter, I think you can resist my charms. You've done it for decades, after all." She might have been planning to say something else, but it's lost to history with his hands tangled in her hair and his fever-dry lips pressed to the side of her neck. He growls, bites, and is suddenly gone. Dazed, she watches him vault over the fence and run off as fast as his wiry little legs can carry him. She's not worried. He'll be back.
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"...that's so hot."
*happy wiggle* More please!
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oh RORSCHACH! I mean, Walter. I want to hug him.
The perving and sense of familiarity and determined-not-staring in this bit were delicious :9
IM ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT FOR MOAR HERE
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"Took a walk." He has today's paper, and tosses it to Laurie, stopping to kiss the top of Charlie's head before going to the stove to make breakfast for himself. She can tell that he was out all night. The undershirt has obviously been soaked and dried on him, and he looks like he's been climbing more trees. She doesn't say anything, and he showers and changes while she helps Charlie dress and he walks the kid to school like always. For the first time, she curses the amount of free time she has. Sure, teaching self-defense part time is closer to a real job than either of the others, but she's in no rush. Her day doesn't really start until near the end of Charlie's, and usually she and Walter pass the morning in reasonable contentment. She frequently spends half or more of it in bed, dozily listening to Walter and Dan rattle around the house.
Today she paces the kitchen and curses under her breath. This would all be easier to deal with if she wasn't so fucking horny. It's ridiculous, like being a teenager again or something. She's brushing her hair when it all comes together. Oh, hell. Her mother had even warned her about it, the sucker-punch of desire that would probably hit her right about the age she is now. Fuck. Well, she's not going to screw up another marriage. Unless Walter does something so foolish and inevitable as to touch her again. She looks at the clock. There's about half an hour before he gets back, and she uses it to get dressed and get out. She kills hours in the city, and purchases a rather inadvisable dress. It's satisfying to do it with her own money, even if she is living off of Dan. Now she just needs to find someone who's not taken, gay, or both to wear it for.
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/cough
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"Walter?" There's no answer, and there's a crazy, tilting moment where he thinks Sorry, Dan. Your pet psycho ran away and I didn't have the nerve to tell you. The mental voice is Laurie's, of course. He's about to call out again when his partner finally answers him.
"Here!" It's more like the caw of a raven than human speech, and he bolts to their room.
"Are you okay?" Walter is obviously not okay. He's sitting wrapped up in one of Dan's sweaters, shoulders hunched miserably. "Walter? Baby, what happened?" He sits down beside him, and after a tense moment Walter tips over into his arms and spews his confession like vomit on Dan's lapel. "...Okay. So she looked at you, and you bit her neck? And that's it?"
"Y-yes." He bites his lip.
"...Walter, if anything, that's hot."
"But..."
"Look, you warned me, and I left you two alone in this pressure-cooker of a neighborhood. I've always been attracted her myself. I think most people who aren't dead are attracted to Laurie." Walter loosens up enough to let Dan pull him into his lap.
"Not mad?"
"No. Not at either of you." He strokes his partner's hair, and they spend a few moments calming down. "Walter, honey?"
"Yes?"
"What would you say if I told you I wouldn't mind if you slept with Laurie?" This proposal is greeted with dead silence, and his arms tighten without realizing it, wanting to keep Walter from bolting.
"Wouldn't be jealous?"
"Maybe a little, but... If I got to watch, it would be hot, and if I didn't, it would still be hot, and you would both be in better moods." He nervously pushes his glasses up. "I mean, we should talk it over with her and actually think this through, but I'm not opposed."
"Hurm." Rorschach (Walter, he has to think of him as Walter or through some horrible voodoo the pills might stop working) plucks the glasses off his face and sets them aside, pushing Dan onto his back. "Not opposed to this either?"
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Today Walter doesn't seem to mind much, only growling and obliging him, grunting with effort and groaning when Dan comes hard under him, nails digging into the back of his neck until it passes, and then he melts completely, whimpering as Walter finishes himself off. He snarls as it hits him, the sound turning into soft, exhausted panting. They untangle themselves enough for Walter to rest his head on Dan's chest, trembling and making a ridiculous little kitten noise when Dan runs a hand through his hair. Their breathing evens out and grows quieter, the whole dozy house seeming to turn on its own axis like a golden and timeless planet.
They doze until Walter yanks them both awake. It's half-past eleven, and time to start walking if they want to pick Charlie up on time. Dan mutters something about it being five minutes by car and rolls over.
"Wasteful. Need the exercise anyway."
"If you're calling me fat, I shan't get up." He sticks his head under the pillow.
"Come on, Daniel." He pushes him to the edge of the bed. "Pants, then motion."
"One thing at a time."
"The journey of a thousand miles begins with but a single step."
"In bed. With a shotgun."
"Don't be silly, Daniel. Would get gun oil on sheets."
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DELICIOUSLY DOMESTICATED WALTER!
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"Kitchen." He sounds normal enough, so she goes in to find him mashing potatoes. It's a comfort food, but he looks okay. He seems to be studying her, his eyes full of something she can't name. She looks out the back window and laughs, catching sight of Dan running in circles with Charlie on his shoulders. Her arms are out, and even and though Laurie can't hear it, she's sure that Dan is providing propeller sound effects
"So. Nothing blew up?" Christ, she could use a cigarette.
"Nothing blew up. Set the table?"
She does, wondering what the hell he's thinking. Lady Day keeps singing, but moves onto 'God Bless the Child' as Laurie turns to look at him again. "Walter. What the hell happened?"
"Talked. We need to talk to you, but--" There's a sudden explosion of noise as Dan brings Charlie in to clean up before dinner, and Walter just smiles, point perfectly illustrated. Charlie has to great Laurie of course, and Dan smiles almost shyly at her over the kid's head.
"How was the conference?"
"Interesting, but I won't bore you with the details." He takes Charlie's hand. "Come on, buddy. We don't want to be late." She bounds upstairs, and Dan goes with her to make sure she doesn't scald herself or get water all over the bathroom. Laurie glances over in time to catch Walter's expression as he watches them go, and it's so sweet it makes her teeth ache.
The first time Walter had offered her food made by his own psychotic little hands Laurie had found it a dubious proposition. And an awkward one, since she was there as their shared and unemployed beard. The perfectly edible chicken pot pie had come as something of a shock. He had even cut the little pine trees in the crust, and if it was a little salty it's not like she could have done any better. Now she devours her pot roast in this clean, suburban house with their fucking kid sitting there asking Dan how planes fly and Walter why there are stars with no idea of how unfair that division of labor is, and Laurie loves them all so much she can hardly stand it.
"Come on, kiddo. Nobody knows for sure why the stars are there."
"Nobody?"
"Nobody."
Charlie ponders this, as Dan explains that the sun is a star. She nods, and looks at Walter again. He looks back. "Lights in the dark."
"Okay."
Not for the first time, Dan and Laurie share a moment of telepathy in noticing it between Walter and Charlie. Dan says they remind him of Meg and Charles Wallace from A Wrinkle In Time, which Laurie still has yet to read. It makes her think of old spy movies, the complicated interchange of sign and countersign. Still, whatever distant country Walter and Charlie are from, its intentions are probably peaceful.
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