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... )
His voice had gotten lower as he approached, hands held out in a placating manner. Blake hadn't put his gun away, but he doesn't raise it now, even when Veidt's close enough that he can feel the breath from his last words brush his skin.
"Tell me, Agent Blake." Says Veidt. "The real reason you're here."
A muscle in Blake's face twitches.
"I'm here," He says, "Because it's my job."
"No. You're here because you were curious, and bored, and thought that you could handle me." He smirks. "I do wish you'd try. To handle me, that is."
Blake eyes him, shifting on his feet. "The hell's your game, Veidt?"
"No games here, Agent Blake. Merely an invitation."
"Master--"
They both turn. The speaker is a short, red-haired man that Blake had initially noticed because he was the only one of Veidt's minions wearing pants. Purple pinstripe pants, granted, but pants nonetheless. Beyond that, his only other article of clothing is a tattered trenchcoat.
"What?" Veidt says, and the lulling tones of his voice give way to irritation.
"The man is a government agent. Can't be trusted."
"I thank you for your opinion, Walter, unsolicited though it was. However, I believe Agent Blake will be an entertaining guest."
This last is directed at Blake, with a look that leaves no question as to what sort of entertainment Veidt's expecting. The room seems a touch too warm to Blake, all of a sudden.
Walter's eyes twitch. Still, he bows and fades back into the writhing mass of bodies at the walls.
"What do you say, Mr. Blake?" Veidt says. He curls his fingers over Blake's shoulders and squeezes admiringly before turning his attention to the buttons of Blake's jacket.
Blake's gun returns to its holster. His hands hang in the air for a moment, unsure. Then, he places them gently on Veidt's sides, stroking the silky material of his corset.
"It's Eddie. And I think you're going to get me fired." Blake says, his voice husky.
Veidt smiles.
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You knew he was a no-good kid.
But when he threatened your life
with a switch-blade knife
What a guy!
Makes you cry.
Und I did.
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Dan and Laurie = Brad and Janet...
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Dan = Brad
Laurie = Janet
Hollis = Dr. Scott
Walter = Riff Raff
Eddie = Eddie
Ursula/Nurse (or Ursula/Sally?) = Magenta and Cornelia
Everyone else = assorted groupies and Transylvanians
That just leaves a verrrry important question. Who would play Rocky? Fortunately I have the perfect solution...
...another Adrian. A clone, of sorts. Because, as long as we're pumping everything else to the max, let's do the narcissism, too. (Plus, it seems to be fanon that multiple Veidts can't coexist without slaughtering each other.) XD
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