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... )
Eddie laughs. "Pretty much. Still, I think the kid'll manage."
"We do have a full complement of emergency supplies," Laura adds. "And there's nothing we can do at the moment anyway."
It's true, but Charlie can't help worrying about his boy. The storm makes him wakeful, too, ensuring that he ends up at the bar with Eddie and Sally. She sips a cosmopolitan, in her emerald green gown and Eddie's jacket, and smiles at him. "Don't worry about the kids."
"I know Hollis'll look after them, I just... I like to keep things consistent for Walter."
"Yeah, I feel that. What're you drinking?"
"Scotch on the rocks, thanks." He stares into his glass when it appears, and remembers when Walter was new to him, a fragile little thing who expected to be hit while every time he was fed or hugged or read to was a surprise.
"I know the kid's been kinda messed up-ow!" He looks reproachfully at his wife as she digs one pretty elbow into his side. "What? It's true. And I think you've done a damn fine job with the little guy."
"Thanks. And it's okay, Sally. The kid has been kinda messed up. I mean, I fucking left and only came back when he was three and a half and got full custody, you do the math."
Sally shakes her head. "I could tell he was a little afraid of me at Laurie's birthday party."
"Yeah. His mama's got red hair, too."
"Ugh. Well, by the end of it he was less leery, so I guess I'll call it a win."
"Good. I keep telling him that I'm not gonna send him anywhere with bad people, but y'know." He shrugs.
Sally reaches across and takes his hand. "I know."
Walter doesn't know what to do with the stuffed rabbit on his little pallet. It's purest white with black spots, and it's so clean and new-looking it makes him nervous. It's bad enough that everyone's wearing Adrian's incredibly soft pajamas. The pair Walter's wearing are blue, with yellow ducks. He looks back at Adrian.
"That's Sophia. She's a rabbit."
"...Why is she here?"
"To keep you company." He puts his hands on his hips in that bossy way he always does, but Walter supposes it's nice of him to think of it. His are purple with purple cats, the pair he had insisted on reserving for himself in the face of all his generosity.
"Thank you. Will keep her clean."
Adrian beams. "I know."
Dan is giggling at his temporary companion, a fuzzy grey owl. "He looks like Archie, Adrian!"
"You're welcome, Dan."
"You're a weird kid, Adrian."
"Am not!"
"Are so! You're a boy, and these are girl's pajamas!"
Walter is not an expert on these things, but the pajamas in question are pink, and do have fairies on them. "No they aren't!"
"They don't even have a dick-flap!"
"Laurie, you know you get docked ten cents for being vulgar," Hollis drawls, still arranging his own encampment. "Besides, it makes Walter nervous."
"He doesn't care when Daddy does it!"
It does make him a little nervous, and he's holding Sophia to his chest, scandalized. "That's 'cause your daddy fought in the war!"
"What, I gotta fight in the war before I can say dick-flap?!"
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Also,
"He stares into his glass when it appears, and remembers when Walter was new to him, a fragile little thing who expected to be hit while every time he was fed or hugged or read to was a surprise."
Brb, b'awwwwwwing forever now.
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Hollis has only sat a few of his charges overnight, so he is uncertain of who needs what bedtime ritual to get to sleep, watching everyone bed down with their stuffed companion. He has to hand it to Adrian, each one is a good choice. Walter is clinging to the rabbit, his thumb in his mouth as the thunder crashes again, softer now as the storm moves on. Dan and Laurie are both story addicts, sitting up expectantly, hugging a grey owl and a black bear respectively. Jon needs nothing, sleepily reciting the multiplication tables to himself, staring into the fathomless glass eyes of a friendly blue octopus.
"So, what kind of story should it be?" He parks himself by Dan and Laurie, Walter curled up and wakeful on his left.
"It should be about a princess," Dan says.
"Who fights dragons," Laurie adds.
"Yeah!"
Hollis chuckles. "Well..." He takes a moment to think about it, and he's off. Princess Vivian roams the land destroying evil dragons with her wits and a pair of fabulous magical boots (supplied by Laurie) that are red leather with rose designs and make her run super-fast and leave no tracks. That last bit is Dan's contribution, and Laurel clearly approves. The princess journeys far away and at least meets a friendly...
"Bunny." Walter's voice is almost inaudible, and Hollis smiles.
"Okay, a bunny. And it's black and white, and gives her a delicious vegetarian dinner." There are a few more adventures after that, and then as narrative law demands, Vivian meets her match in the Iron Dragon, a massive clanking horror that Hollis belatedly realizes is a little too scary for Walter, quiet as a mouse and watching with huge eyes.
Laurie is a bloodthirsty little thing and wants to know if the cave is all full of bones, but for Walter's peace of mind, it isn't. Vivian is captured, rescues herself, and with the rabbit's help leads the beast to the sea, where it rusts away into nothing. Collecting her boots from its hoard, she finds a pendant with a rabbit on it, and is compelled to take it and show it to her friend. The rabbit puts it on, returns to his true human form, and they live happily ever after.
"And the dragon never came back?" Walter asks softly, as the others settle down to sleep.
"Never." Hollis strokes that shock of red hair. "I promise."
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