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... )
“Moved!” He sounded horrified. “Have never felt them move befo-” He stopped and looked up. Dan saw his jaw drop under the mask. Even if they were in costume, on the street, Dan cupped his jaw and kissed him.
The next weeks were weird ones. Rorschach was beside himself with hope, but trying to keep it reined in. “Just in case,” he had muttered and Dan’s heart had almost stopped at the thought of how crushed he would be if something went wrong this time. The suggestion that Rorschach give up patrolling was meant with resistance until Dan threw a ‘just in case’ back at him. So Rorschach concentrated on research and Nite Owl did the leg work.
Luckily, they were both home when the first pain hit. They were on the couch, Dan teasing more and more enthusiastic kisses out of him. Rorschach had stopped hiding all his pains and panics and sat up with a ‘ngh!’
“What?” Dan asked. Rorschach clutched his stomach and Dan’s eyes went wide. He had jumped up, grabbed Rorschach, and then carried him off like a new bride over his protests. There was a cushion in the tub now and a warm, wet blanket to catch the eggs in. Dan was pulling his shirt off him and lifting him in the tub and it would’ve felt silly if the next spasm hadn’t bent him in half.
It hurt like always, but this time there were hands on him, massaging and soothing the cramps, kisses along his jaw and down his throat, and encouragement whispered into his chest. What if it wasn’t enough? What if they were still dead and useless when they came out? How could he bear having failed again, and this time, to have failed Dan as well? Tears welled up. He wasn’t ready!
But Dan had slid down to encourage the slit open with his tongue and it was working. The muscles responded, relaxed, and when the opening appeared Dan slid a finger inside it.
“What are you doing??“ Rorschach gasped. A muscle spasm shook him and he felt something internal tighten around the finger. When it relaxed, Dan slid in a second one.
“Does it help? I thought it wouldn’t hurt so much if you had help widening and whoa!” Another convulsion sent a wave of something warm bubbling up. They both felt it. Rorschach grabbed Dan’s shoulders digging in his fingers.
“It’s ok,” Dan said. He had cupped his hands around the opening like he has seen Rorschach do the year before. “It’s ok. We’re ready. Just let it happen.”
“Not ready!” Rorschach sobbed, but another ripple, another hot gush, and the first egg spilled out.
“Oh my God,” breathed Dan. Rorschach couldn’t look. The next wave hit, blurring his vision to a pink haze. He could feel them pouring out of him. The pain squeezed him, making it impossible to count, to ask, or to hear the answer. It wrung him and he cried out as the last bit left him. An aftershock of pain went through and then receded. He was in a cold sweat and shaking and then heard Dan’s voice, soft and strange with wonder.
“My God, look at their eyes…” Rorschach looked up, the fear sinking back in now that the pain wasn’t drowning it. Dan had them gathered in the wet blanket. The pink jelly was brighter, almost really red and encased inside, small pale creatures curled into transparent eggs. Their dark eyes were visible through their eyelids. They looked human except for their size. There were three pale empty eggs too, but that pang was smothered at the sight of the other five.
Eight was less than usual, but maybe living eggs needed more room and so there couldn’t be as many and it didn’t matter, it didn’t matter, if there had been only one it would still be enough because it was alive, they were alive. He could see their little hearts pulsing inside them and they were so warm, he just wanted to bury his hands and face in the pile and feel how warm and alive they were.
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“I wasn’t sure what they’d look like,” he admitted when he could speak. Dan smiled and reached to wipe his cheeks with his thumbs. Rorschach hadn’t realized he was still crying.
“Thought of any names?” Dan asked and Rorschach crumbled.
“No,” he wept. “Didn’t want to have names for nothingness. Still could die. Never done this before. Might do something wrong and they all die.” He pulled the dead eggs out of the string, ran a shaking hand over them once, and then pulled away. Dan picked up the whole bundle to set it in Rorschach’s lap. He curled around it, holding it to his chest. Would they recognize his heartbeat as the same one they’d been sharing so long? Dan wrapped the dead eggs in another cloth and put them in a box he had also brought. He really had thought of everything.
“Give it some thought,” he said. “We’ve got time.” Rorschach quivered and then kissed him hard. It was relief and joy and hope for the future. It was life out of nothing, and all those things were more than he had ever expected to have.
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I'm not gonna press for another part, but what is Rorschach here, anyway? I figure you don't really know, but is he an amphibian?
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Dan bringing the box really was touching. I wonder if they'll give them a proper burial, with a headstone and everything. Either way, the sentiment alone was a great addition to the scene.
Lovely anon. Thank you.
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love love love this fic, btw, anon <3
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