Watchmen (Super Sentai) Five Kink Meme
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously(or not, because we seem to have stopped following this rule) 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 ( Read more... )
“Anything so far?”
“No.” Rorschach’s voice crackled over the radio.
Dan tried another setting. “What about now?”
“Possibly. Display flickered.”
Dan hesitated, then risked another increase. After a brief foray into the maintenance logs, they’d been able to identify at least some of the tachyon-harnessing equipment and Dan was doing some experimenting. The trick was not only figuring out how to operate the machinery, they realized; they also wanted to keep from losing their connection to the meme, which began with this very equipment. It had become enough of a part of their current existence to make both of them uncomfortable at the thought of losing it. Hell, it was a connection to another world.
“Still ok?”
“Image is wavering... appears stable now.”
A few more exchanges passed over the radio as he gradually coaxed the tachyon containment equipment to maximum. “Well," he released the knob and gingerly stepped back, "I think that’s as far as this thing goes. I don’t see any other ways to adjust it.” Dan took one more look at the bank of switches and readouts. “No alarms are going off, and I didn’t see anything in the manuals about tachyon exposure being dangerous…”
”Aside from the obvious.”
“Well, yeah - you’ve got a point there.” Dan swept an embarrassed hand through his hair. “Let’s just hope this works. There's nothing else I can do here, so I’m heading back over to you.”
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Dan returned to the media room just in time to see his partner engaged in a (mostly) good-natured tussle with Bubastis, who had apparently decided she needed more attention. She was trying to climb into a very unimpressed Rorschach's lap while he fended her off with one hand and tried to protect the computer's keyboard with the other. He was doing a decent job of holding his ground, but not without cost. His hand, which had been hovering over the keyboard as they struggled, abruptly mashed down on the keyboard when a well-placed feline tongue hit his ear and the image on the monitor sputtered, blinked and changed.
"No!" Dan lunged forward in horror even as the edge of Rorschach's hand landed on the keyboard for a second time and caused a fresh bout of distortion. Growling in frustration (to which Bubastis playfully responded in kind) Rorschach wrestled to get them both away from the computer before they did further damage.
With his heart in his throat Dan rushed to the monitor. It was still on, and still showing a display, much to his relief. As soon as his initial panic wore off he actually looked at what was on the screen and his brain slowly put what he was seeing together.
--Error. Please confirm you are a human below.--
"Computer all right?" Rorschach shot Dan a worried glance from where Bubastis continued to wrestle him on the floor.
"...yeah." Unconsciously, Dan's hand drifted up to his mouth as he continued to stare at the screen. He was only vaguely aware of the continuing scuffle behind him, his partner's grunts of effort blending with Bubastis' thunderous purr.
"Ghrah. Daniel."
"Bubu, cut it out for a second." Dan's eyes never left the screen and his voice was but a faint murmur, but something in his tone must have reached both his companions. Both of them stilled and stared up in apprehension at Dan.
Quickly disentangling himself, Rorschach scrambled up to get his own look at what had stunned Dan. A moment's study had him looking much the same way Dan did.
"Haven't seen that before."
"No. We always just got static when we tried following anything. Must be the tachyons." He finally focused on the "Message" section of the display and was startled into a laugh. "I'm assuming that was the result of Bubastis' 'help'?"
And then a thought occurred. A frightening, horrible, irresistably compelling thought.
Dan turned quickly. "Do you think--?"
Rorschach was looking at him. "Bad idea. Very bad."
"But you're thinking it too, aren't you?"
"Hurm."
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"We could-"
"Shouldn't."
"But it's gibberish, it looks a bit like what they write sometimes anyway, and look, "Anonymous" is selected. If it goes through - if! - no one will know who sent it. But we'll know if what we think is happening is really possible. Isn't that worth knowing?"
Even Rorschach couldn't argue against his own curiosity. His gaze dropped momentarily, then returned to meet Dan's resolve. "Do it."
With all the gravity they'd ever shown their most serious cases they turned back to the computer. Slowly, carefully, Dan stepped forward and clicked "Post Comment".
The screen went blank.
Neither of them breathed.
...and then the display returned.
Dan gaped in disbelief, then started scanning the image. "Did it work?"
"Not sure." Rorschach joined him and they both leaned over the computer. "Didn't see which entry it belonged to."
"Guess we'll have to read the whole page."
The minutes passed. They even broke their unspoken rule of not reading the stories that didn't have to do with them.
"There."
"Oh my god, that one?!" Dan's laugh was as much euphoria at their success as it was for the comment's location. "Someone actually went for the stripping prompt, I don't believe it."
Rorschach's glare promised murder for an instant, but he couldn't hold it in place as his gaze was drawn back to the inadvertent comment borne of his and Bubastis' rough-housing. Despite its undignified appearance, it was still proof of their success. It stood, black on white, quite possibly the first recorded instance of contact between universes:
--fffffffffffffjkilhgkjmvjgjlkk....--
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Just know that i fall in much giggles every with every sentence.
Even Rorschach couldn't argue against his own curiosity. His gaze dropped momentarily, then returned to meet Dan's resolve. "Do it."
If you would be a guy i would marry you instance, but unfortunatly i´m straight so i can just offer loyality until death to you.
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"It stood, black on white, quite possibly the first recorded instance of contact between universes:
--fffffffffffffjkilhgkjmvjgjlkk....--"
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Glad you liked that - it's been established as Fanon that they commented here, and I really wanted to figure out just how to make it happen the first time!
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Captcha says connubium cultlee
This anon was /not/ planning to stalk author. Scouts Honor. Really.
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Trying not to keep you hanging, Anon - must wrestle ridiculous plot into shape, but feeling about as successful as Rorschach trying to control Bubastis... xD
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"Nh. Comment implies approval, by their vernacular." Rorschach's jaw was set in exactly the opposite, his arms tightly folded.
"Is that really all you can think about, man? We just... just..." his hands flailed briefly at the screen, conveying his incredulity better than any words he could force out right now.
"Am aware of significance, Daniel. Only wish communication could have been more... coherent."
"Right. You would've just yelled at them."
" 'Yelled'?"
"Don't give me that look, you know what I mean. Besides, it wouldn't make any sense from their point of view - they'd just think you're a... what'd they call it, a 'troll'."
"Hurm. Then what would you suggest doing with it?"
"I... have no idea." Dan blinked. "It's probably a better idea not to do anything, really. We'd be-"
"Interfering, Daniel?" The set to his shoulders made it clear Rorschach had no qualms about doing just that.
"C'mon - this is different. They don't know we're at this end, remember?"
Their gazes locked until Rorschach finally relented. "Fine." They subsided, but then Rorschach's head snapped back up to pin his partner with eyes that flashed a warning. "No prompts."
"...Fine. But I do want to see if we can make it happen again on another page at some point, so we should, y'know. Keep reading." His expression grew puckish. "For science." He was rewarded with the unguarded twitch of Rorschach's mouth at that.
"Should be training." He mastered his expression back into a scowl. "Have a long way to go and no discipline. Very bad."
The way he said Very bad made Dan suppress a shiver that was only partially apprehension. He knew Rorschach was serious in his concern, and with good reason, but this adventure was bringing out more in his ever-taciturn friend than he'd ever dared to hope. Even so, as he eyed his paunch with distaste he reflected that Rorschach did have a good point. "All right, how about this - an hour of training for every hour of reading?"
"Two hour shift maximum. Won't get any sleep otherwise."
"But thats--! All right, yeah, that's fair." Dan deflated slightly, but quickly bounced back. "So let's get going on this. We've still got the news to catch later tonight."
*
"Damn, how'd we miss that the first time? I never knew that's what 'immolation' could mean."
"Seem far too interested in that fact, Daniel."
*
"...would you let me try on your hat sometime?"
"Wouldn't fit you."
"That wasn't a 'no', I noticed."
"Ennk."
*
"Would not be such a rude housemate. Know how to pick up after myself."
"I seem to recall a much-broken lock and a raided pantry one night."
"Needed to get your attention, make sure you were taking precautions. And got hungry."
*
"Ha, horseplaying is 'cute'. Wonder what they'd think of your training efforts."
"Likely a prompt, somewhere."
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"Oh jeez, it's the Lovecraft one again. Every time I think things are all right they get creepy again."
"Have a giant cat to protect us, Daniel."
"Very funny."
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"What."
"You don't know how to ride a bike, do you?"
"No need for it."
"Mm-hm. "
"What are you writing?"
"A 'to do' list."
*
"Ew. I know they've been calling that version 'Frankenschach' for a reason, but still."
"Very... vivid descriptions."
"Pffffffff! 'Squidschach'."
"Nk. You still recognized me. Looking like that."
"I'd like to think I would. Y'know, if you wanted me to."
*
"They didn't know about the Doomsday Clock? Really?"
"Timeline is far enough in the future for possible solutions to be found. Although they do still have one."
*
"An arranged marriage... why can I sort of imagine you actually doing that?"
"Wasn't me, though."
"Yeah, but 'Rule 63' you is still sort of you. God, that made me sound like such a nerd..."
"snrx."
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"Hrn. '63-self'. A lot of research for a prompt."
"They're awfully gleeful with all their 'Dan is doomed' comments."
"They know your attachment to costumes."
"Oh, and you're not like that? Their comments about 'layers' and 'formality' don't seem all that improbable, and just what is your full costume, anyway?"
"My own business."
"I see."
"..."
"...I wouldn't stand a chance, would I?"
"Likely not."
*
"Uh."
"...do not have 'Daddy' kink."
"Wow."
*
"Time, Daniel."
"Already?" Dan looked up mid-story and, sure enough, the clock read that two hours had passed. Rorschach was right; it was all too easy to lose track of time with this.
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He expected another of Rorschach's not-really-games for their training sessions, but was surprised to be instructed in a series of simple push-up and sit-up reps right there in the media room. "Simple" being a relative term, as it involved doing them s-l-o-w-l-y in mercilessly perfect form on the stone floor that had his muscles beginning to protest after the fourth one. The fact that Rorschach did them right alongside him was not helping at all. Aside from the fact that his partner seemed in no way inconvenienced by the exertion, Dan was also finding that watching Rorschach moving through silent and determined rep after rep was getting uncomfortably distracting. By the final rep of sit-ups he was convinced he was becoming delirious as his brain kept conjuring annoyingly poetic descriptions for the cold light of the televisions visible on the sheen of sweat that Rorschach's skin had finally deigned to produce.
Then they were stretching. Good god. He hadn't expected Rorschach to be nearly as limber as some of the stories made him out to be, but neither was he inflexible. Considering Rorschach's personality, the realization of that irony nearly resulted in an inappropriate burst of laughter that would have pulled a muscle.
"You sure you don't want to use the gym, man?" He was trying not to sound too hopeful, but wasn't doing a good job of it.
"Not needed. Fine like this." One corded arm reached up and back, muscles defined by the flickering glow of - dammit, Dan silently cursed. Then he realized:
"This is what you do - well, did - at home, isn't it?"
Something flickered in Rorschach's eyes but he continued silently leading Dan through their stretches.
Well, I'll be damned. 'Poor Hand' wasn't that far off. It made sense, once he thought about it. Rorschach's movements and fighting style could be recognized by someone in a public place like a gym - they'd even seen a handful of stories to that effect. Besides, it wasn't like he could have afforded such a frivolous thing as a membership. Rorschach was actually sharing something with him, in his own obscure way. Regret stung him again for the time lost between them, and he returned his focus to following their session.
Not that it seemed to be doing anything for his partner's mood. Granted, it wasn't like Rorschach ever seemed relaxed, but his expression through their exercises just seemed to be getting grimmer and grimmer. By the time they were on their feet for a sparring match he seemed almost angry, and Dan was hard-pressed to defend himself from a fresh batch of bruising. They were moving too fast for Dan to spare concentration for questions (that Rorschach likely wouldn't answer anyway) and so he turned the day over in his mind. Had he said something? Done something? He'd agreed to get back into training, they'd found the tachyon device and "called" Jon, the story had reached the news... nothing there seemed to offer any answers. As he dodged a punch aimed for his jaw he tried to remember, what had they been reading? Porn, his mind sniggered unhelpfully. That didn't really explain it, though - they'd read any number of outrageous things and it hadn't set Rorschach off like this. Casting his memory back on the past two hours while battering his partner back with a flurry of blows, he remembered there had been genderswapping (something that always made Rorschach twitch a little), a few costume fetish moments (same thing), the Lovecraft story, the 'Frankenschach' story... nothing particularly unusual, relatively speaking. The last one they'd read had been the one with them as high schoolers, and nothing had happened except -
Wait a minute.
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A blow clipped his ear as the thought hit him, and he had to scramble to recover. As he launched a counterattack he saw Rorschach's eyes flare, which reinforced his suspicion. He remembered a line in the high school story, describing Walter looking almost angry when he was really... Well. Dan's mind dithered. Turned on. He thought back on his reunion with his partner through all of this mess, dodging punches and kicks all the while. Every time he'd stepped up to fight, or settled in to solve a problem, there had been a particular energy to Rorschach that he'd just attributed to the memory of "old times" between them. Now he wondered... Experimentally, he summoned all his strength and concentration on their sparring match, calling up old muscle-memories of his days as Nite Owl and pushing himself to meet Rorschach's aggression with his own.
There it was - for every strike that landed (or nearly landed), something fierce lit up in Rorschach's expression. His breathing even changed, now that Dan was paying attention. My god, Dan thought, He was flirting! The knowledge of that, now that he could see it, had Dan doing everything he could to prolong it. He was going to hurt in the morning, but oh, this was worth it - although he made a mental note that they would definitely need to have a discussion of courtship methods before too long.
They maneuvered back and forth, barely avoiding doing serious damage to the equipment around them - but somehow that made it all the more fun. Dan was pleasantly surprised to hold his own for several minutes, even getting in a few hits that would give Rorschach some bruises of his own. In the end, though, a well-aimed blow to his sternum sent him staggering back and falling onto the pile of pilfered couch cushions they'd set up in front of the TV screens. Which was exactly what Rorschach had intended, judging by his current position astride Dan. His knees trapped Dan's forearms in place and his hands clenched at Dan's shoulders while they panted at each other.
"You could have just kissed me, you know," Dan risked at last.
"Had considered it."
"Well, what are you w-mmmf--!"
- - -
"Hn. Suppose that works."
"Oh, good. I was worried for that first ten minutes or so. Can I have my arms back now?"
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And Oh my God, Rorschach made the first move. O.o
Also, I loved Dans introspection,and ability to effortlessly maintain complex analytical thought processes while still anticipating and responding to and opponent. (albeit not as well as he used to.) It was an excellent look at one of the traits that would have made him formidable as Night Owl.
It's, oddly, a rare thing. Dan often gets stuck as "big, strong, Gadget-Guy!" to to Rorschach's "vicious fighter/cunning detective." It was nice to see a reference to his brilliant mind in another context.
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:D :D
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