Watchmen Kink Meme 4: The Fab, Fantastic Four

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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

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OT3 + Charlie 17/?

[anonymous]

The way she watches him makes him think of doctors. After ECT and anti-psychotics and endless, endless rounds of pointless talking, he had been free, but before they'd even consider giving them Charlie (all unknown at the time, a vague dream of something clean and good), he had had to go back to the clean white halls for encounter therapy. Rooms full of children, and the doctors always watching. He had been able to ignore them, secure in his knowledge of himself. He might be a sexual deviant, but not that evil, pernicious kind. He shares his filth with others who are prepared for it, who welcome it, not with the innocent. He might be a murderer, but not for sport.

So he had sat quietly with retarded children, black children, white children, "gifted" children, any kind. Had helped them build block towers and scooped them up when they fell, had read stories and endured tea parties and made stuffed bears talk, and dolls be good mothers to other dolls. He hates dolls, but children like them. He hates clowns, too, and he and the children had been in near-unanimous agreement. The doctors had watched it all through one-way mirrors and written things down on clipboards and in the end, they had decided he was safe. He waits for Mrs. Sinacore to decide the same thing, as they sit in her kitchen with mugs of tea, and she explains her reservations. They're nonsensical, but she doesn't know that because she doesn't know him, and he does his halting, clumsy best to reassure her.

It helps that Samantha (never Sam, Charlie's polar opposite in more than looks) isn't afraid of him. Why should she be, when he comes to pick her happy, healthy friend up every day? The little boy (Peter, a good, solid name) is only as afraid of him as he is of any stranger, and by the end of Walter's visit, he's leading him around by one finger, remarking upon points of interest. Rorschach is gone (he has to be, so much depends on it) but Walter still notices things. Learns things about the family that Mrs. Sinacore probably doesn't want him to know, but that can't be helped.

Samantha runs to answer the door when the bell rings again, unable to believe this amount of visitors in one afternoon. It's Ms. J, so called because no kid on the block except for Gerald Kowalski can pronounce her last name. Kids with more liberal parents just call her Laurie, like she asks them to.

"Hi!" Samantha beams up at her, and she smiles back.

"Hi. I think you might have something of ours."

She stares and blinks for a long moment, then giggles. "Oh, you mean Mr. Kovacs? Yeah, he's here. Come in." She steps aside and lets Ms. J in, where she slides out of her shoes and looks around. Samantha hopes she'll grow up to be half that pretty.

"Walter?" She calls, and Mr. Kovacs comes up carrying Peter slung on one hip like Samantha's mommy does. "There you are. Say goodbye to your new best friend and come home for dinner."

He smiles slightly, and hands Peter off to Mommy, who has come up behind him. "Okay."

"And Samantha can come visit whenever you want to invite her." Mommy adds, and staggers a little when Samantha tightly hugs her legs. Mr. Kovacs thanks Mommy and then lets Ms. J lead him down the steps by one hand like he's a little kid. He sort of waves as they head off.

"Nice work, Walter." Laurie sounds amused, and he squeezes her hand before letting it go to cram his hands into his pockets.

"Couldn't... couldn't make Charlie's life harder."

"I know you couldn't." She pats his shoulder, and then they start talking about what to cook when they get back, since it's soothing and essentially meaningless.

Re: OT3 + Charlie 17/?

[anonymous]

you break my heart and heal it all at the same time, anon.

Re: OT3 + Charlie 17/?

[sweetphaex]

OH ANON

Never stop. This is so beautiful

OT3 + Charlie 18/?

[anonymous]

The next day they bounce hand in hand down the sidewalk, Mr. Kovacs a watchful presence behind them. He doesn't say much, but Samantha gets the feeling that he never does. He only seems tense when they pass the Henderson's yard, and then only a little. Charlie lets go of her hand to take his, though, with the slightly apologetic look of someone called away by duty. She's never seen a grown up scared of dogs before, and he does a pretty good job pretending he's not, but all the same she's glad to pass the dogs by. And to see Charlie's house, which proves just as interesting as promised. Samantha is particularly impressed by the undersea mural and Mr. Dreiberg's zillions of huge old books, as well as the beautifully made birdhouse in the back yard.

The yard itself is pretty great, too. It's a wilderness of unpruned shrubs and unmowed grass, with strange trees planted along the edges and some flowers that look like like someone who doesn't know how to garden just threw there because they're pretty. And durable. Samantha kneels down to investigate and finds them full of pansies. Her daddy says he doesn't know why 'pansy' means 'sissy' to some people, since it's one of the toughest flowers. After the initial survey, she and Charlie can see them out the window as they devour their snack. It's cheese and crackers with orange slices on the side, and they run out with orange rind smiles to pretend to be a princess and her dragon until it's time for Samantha to go home for dinner.

Re: OT3 + Charlie 18/?

[anonymous]

YESSSSSSS IT IS BACKK

I'd like to see how what happens outside the house affects the dynamic inside. Laurie is at her best when she's feeling protective of her pack, and I wonder what the incident with Samantha's mom does to her feelings for Walter. You know? The thing between the three of them is all kind of molten and volatile and non-categorized. They haven't really talked about what they want beyond sex and not harming Charlie. I feel like this would put some pressure on that, make things solidify maybe, or shatter...

Also, I believe Laurie said something about Walter bending her over and pulling her hair? HAS TO HAPPEN.

so glad this is back.

Re: OT3 + Charlie 18/?

[anonymous]

Yey. ^^<3

I will get back to this and write a proper part after my computer comes back from the shop.

OT3 + Charlie 19a/?

[anonymous]

The grocery shopping isn't usually Walter's job, but Daniel is sick and Laurel is exhausted and they're out of milk and sugar. They've got the rest of the household staples, so he just hooks a basket over his arm. It still feels strange to be in a supermarket and not be tucking things under his coat. To pluck fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice off the shelf for Daniel, and know that he has the funds for that and a few cans of the actually good canned chicken noodle soup. It's in the canned goods that he finds the child. Sitting on the floor with his back to a shelf of corn, he looks around with huge, teary eyes. As Walter's path takes him closer, he decides the kid is about a year and a half Charlie's senior. He looks up at Walter, and two huge tears spill down his cheeks.

Walter sets his basket down, crouching to be closer to eye level with the kid. Male, Caucasian with blonde hair that will almost surely darken to brown, apparently well-loved by people of some means. He can't have been lost long. Someone actually cares about him. His already round cheeks round out further as he sets his mouth into howling position, and Walter puts a finger to his lips, the boy pausing to watch the gesture. "Hush. What's your name?"

"'M not supposed to talk to strangers."

"Understandable, but your parents must be starting to worry."

"'M mom."

"Okay. Do you remember what the Customer Service Center looks like?" The kid nods, since Customer Service is a huge red and white counter with a big sign. "One of their jobs is to get lost children back to their parents. Go there and tell them your mother's name, and they'll call her over the intercom to come get you." The kid starts to cry again, rubbing at his eyes. Walter knows that people know his ugly face, and that a lot of them have the wrong idea about him and children, but in the end, he has to take the boy by the hand and walk him down to Customer Service, basket over his free arm. His little companion's name is apparently Mike, and he lost his mom aisles and aisles ago. He holds onto Walter's thumb as they walk, and Walter shortens his strides a little so Mike doesn't have to skip to keep up.

They've nearly reached their destination when Walter hears the scream. It's a nasty jolt, pure terror under the fluorescent lights, and Rorschach's reflexes snap back into action, dropping the basket and snatching Mike up to protect him from whatever's going on. There's nothing, though. Only a woman screaming in terror even as she slots her car keys between her fingers, people stopping to stare. Mike starts to cry again, and Walter puts him down as his mother charges. A moment later she's on her knees, holding her son tightly as a few good samaritans slam Walter into the floor. It's uncomfortably like being arrested, but he stays as quiet as he can. Fighting won't help him here.

"Are you all right, baby?" She sobs. "Did he hurt you?"

"No." He says, muffled and scared by her fear. She thanks god, and Walter winces, feeling a bruise bloom where one of his hipbones contacts the floor. Someone calls him a sick fuck and someone else tells the first voice to watch its language. A moment later security is there. Not real cops. Not anything. He could cut through them like paper, but he lets them take his arms and lead him away. Some lackey is doing his best to reassure Mrs. Donovan that they have security for just this kind of thing, and Rorschach wonders what they'll do with his basket, and if the grapefruit juice bottle broke or if the cans are dented or split.

Up in the office, under the drop tile ceiling, he doesn't say anything. Just watches the bubbles in the water dispenser. I doesn't matter what he says, they've already drawn their own conclusions. Someone pokes his head in to tell them that the police are on their way. There's some silence, broken only by bubbling noises, and then the sound of a child crying and refusing to be consoled. Walter raises his head, listening.

One of the store security gives him a disgusted look that sits oddly on his milkfed face. "Christ, do you like it or something?"

"Not a child molester."

"Then why'd you try to snatch that one?"

"Not a kidnapper."

OT3 + Charlie 19b/?

[anonymous]

Before his interlocutor can come up with something smart to say, the police arrive. He hates the fear that prickles over his skin, but he has something to lose now, and suddenly feels horribly close to tears. For the first time in his life, he actually tries to explain himself. They ask him why he tried to snatch Mike, and he tells them that isn't what he was doing.

"So what were you doing?" The younger of the two asks, pad and pen poised.

"Taking him to Customer Service to page his mother."

"Nice try. We have eight witnesses say you picked him up and looked like you were going to run for it when you were spotted."

He sighs, knowing exactly what it must have looked like. "Scream alarmed me." He's still staring straight ahead. "Thought situation had become dangerous. Robbery, assault, etc."

In the end, they let him go. It takes two hours of questioning, though, the samaritans remembering that he hadn't struggled, and Mrs. Donovan's conversation with her son turning up the fact that Rorschach had tried to send him on his own, and had only accompanied Mike upon his insistence. The milk has to be thrown out, but a replacement is provided with no charge for anything in the basket, all of it unharmed by the drop. It feels like an insult, but Daniel needs the juice and Charlie needs milk for her cereal. In the end, it's a remarkably economic trip. The only money spent is twenty-five cents to call Laurel to come get him. He had walked, but now his knees are shaking a little.

"H'lo?" She sounds drugged with sleep, and he feels a stab of guilt for waking her.

"Laurel." His voice is hoarse, close to the squeaking point, and he swallows.

"What's wrong?" She sounds instantly more awake. "Are you okay?"

"Have had... difficulties. No injuries, but would deeply appreciate ride home."

"I'll be right there. Wait outside the main entrance, okay?"

"Thank you." He hangs up and makes his way out, clutching his bags. He sits on the curb with his head resting on his knees, and only looks up when Laurel stops in front of him, in the little silver sedan she has because she refuses to drive the 'mom van'.

"Jesus, Walter." Her brow crinkles as she looks at him. He has no idea how he looks, but it must be pitiful. "Get in, baby." She has never called him this before, but neither of them comments on it as he gets into the shotgun seat. They leave the parking lot in silence, and he wonders if they'll get all the way home without speaking when she asks him again what happened. He explains, and her knuckles go white on the wheel. His voice cracks near the end of his recital, and he stops, shivering. "Was... was afraid."

"Can't say I blame you, Walter." She says, all forced casualness.

"Could never be allowed to see Charlie again." He feels and sounds strangled articulating it, the thought he had been coldly ignoring the whole time, and covers his face when he feels the water finally spilling out of his eyes.

"Those motherfuckers." Laurel growls, and cracks her window, lighting a cigarette. "Walter, I'll tell you one thing: I'd throw in all my money with all of Dan's, and we'd hock the goddamn furniture to pay the best attack lawyers we could find. You're more that kid's mother than I am, and... We're a family, goddammit." She crushes her cigarette into the ashtray, rolling the window the rest of the way down to dissipate the smoke. "Walter, we'd go on the lam to keep you with Charlie. Don't think we wouldn't."

Re: OT3 + Charlie 19b/?

[anonymous]

B'AWWWWWWWWWWW stupidmotherfuckerswannakillemall...

I so wanna see Charlie and/or Laurie put those idiots in their place. *huggles poor Walter*

(Bless you, Captcha - "brooded agreement")

Re: OT3 + Charlie 19b/?

[brancher]

Agh, the return of my favorite serial! This is so gorgeously painted, anon - Walter's knowledge that he could tear the place apart but doesn't dare, his awareness of his vulnerability. The fact that he's sane enough to be shaken. And Laurie ready to defend her pack.

It must kill Walter, on some level, that he would never have been given Charlie without Laurie as a beard; that everything he has is always going to be on the brink of being taken away. I wonder how that effects his relationship with each of them.

author

[anonymous]

Thanks! I'm not so sure about the language, but if it works for you... also go comment on Ghost Rat Poor Walter. He has to be a good dog and not use his superpowers. :(

They're going to address it, I think. Dan's going to use his Jew-fu and rally the attack lawyers and create airtight wills and living wills that leave Walter everything, including custody of the podling.

Re: author

[brancher]

I love Ghost Rat
I love the high school kids
I love the OT3
I love the psychic squids

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I love antennae
I love cross-dressin' Bill
and savage Laurie
and every prompt you fill

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I love lactation
I love egg-laying fic
and uggo Adrian
and Laurie with a dick

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I love Alma
and Walter's boyfriend Joe
and human!Archie
just thought you ought to know

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Re: author

[ashteth]

This.

i love you both, hearts for all! <3<3<3<3<3<3

author

[anonymous]

Going over this for continuity purposes, I realized that I had never adequately thanked you for your beautiful song. <3

But I must set the record straight, anon as I am. The psychic squids is someone else who's awesome. But yeah, all the rest of that is my fault. XD

Re: OT3 + Charlie 19b/?

[anonymous]

I really love this installment, especially pissed-off Laurie.

OT3 + Charlie 21/?

[anonymous]

It's probably going to snow in time for Thanksgiving, and Walter looks at the bare trees outside the window. Laurel holds his hand the whole way home, only letting go to shift gears. They go inside to find Charlie asleep in the hallway outside Dan's room, toy cars scattered around her. Laurel smiles and scoops her up without waking her, letting Walter corral the cars and follow her back to Charlie's room. It calms him, the way it always does, his friendly sea of impressionistic fish, one of which is now wearing glasses, and another of which has been given wings with the same crayons.

"I think it's an improvement." Laurel says, as though reading his mind.

"Me too." He smiles faintly for the first time since this morning, and arranges Charlie's blankets before they tiptoe out. Daniel is too ill to bother, and still probably contagious, so he follows Laurel to her room, and lets her pull him into her bed and wrap around him, warm and soothing. "Will... will this affect the finalization hearing?"

"I'd like to see them try. You didn't do anything wrong." She kisses the top of his head, nuzzling his hair. "Walter, you fucking love that kid and if they've got a problem with that we can all bleach our hair and run away to Mexico."

"Would make a terrible blonde." He tells her. "Would disagree violently with skin tone."

"Maybe I'd just bleach mine up to red, and you could be the blonde."

"What about Daniel?" He says, starting to be amused against his will.

"Bleach blonde with a mustache." She says decidedly, and Walter makes an exaggerated gagging noise. "Yeah, it would be pretty terrible." She giggles and hugs him tightly. "It won't come to that, baby."

"Have never called me that before."

"Shut up and take your sympathy, because I think we're out of tea." Her hands slide under the hem of his shirt, and then stop, just resting on him, skin to skin. "I do like you, you crazy bastard."

"Mm. Not crazy anymore. Have doctor's note." He turns in her arms, resting his head on her breasts, still blown away that it's allowed. "Like you very much as well, Laurel." They doze together like this for a while, and then the inevitable happens, Laurel slowly tugging off his shirt, less as a tease and more to give him time to object. He doesn't, though. It took Daniel a long time to show him that this could be a comfort, but Laurel can reap the benefits now as he helps her strip him.

"I thought you said no injuries, punk." He blinks and looks down at himself, seeing a few scrapes and bruises.

"No real injuries."

"Whatever." She pulls her own shirt off and sighs as he suckles her, feeling the strange security of the action rolling over him like a dark wave. She cradles his head and holds him close, and he can't help the little profoundly relieved noises that slip out around his mouthful. She hushes him, soothes him, calls him baby and he can't even comment on the appropriateness of the appellation as she reaches down to wrap a hand around him where he's half hard. He whines as she strokes him slowly, bringing him the rest of the way.

"L-laurel..."

"I can stop if you want."

"Do not want." He mutters, the words dissolving into a purr as she squeezes, chuckling softly.

"You're closer to the drawer."

And he is, so he reaches over and gets them a rubber. He doesn't like the way they feel, and has painful associations with them, but Laurel doesn't want to get pregnant and the pill makes her miserable. She knows all this, and smiles, taking it from him to roll it on, smiling faintly as she meets his eyes. He looks steadily back, but can't help but blush. She grins, rolling onto her back and pulling him with her and then inside her, wrapping long legs around him and rocking until neither of them can worry about the hearing or anything else.