Hosting Watchmen/Rorschach Kink Meme
Here it is-the Watchmen kink meme inspired by the endless Rorschach threads on /pco/!
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 ( Read more... )
Rorschach (Walter, they have to call him Walter or the pills might stop working) has always been an intensely visual creature. As Dan had gotten to know him better in their misspent youth, he had realized that maybe the mask was there because he thought other people looked at the world as hard as he did. Rorschach never missed anything. It was the most incredible thing Dan had ever seen, and Rorschach was always surprised he hadn't noticed the two grains of salt in a compromising position or the particular pattern of the bricks in a building three blocks away, or the color and flow of one garment in all the teeming masses in Times Square. Sitting on a fire escape and watching him whip through three handsprings, looking like he could go on forever and somehow stuttering at the edge of the available roof and whipping through the same trick backwards, with the same tight, feral grace, Dan never could have known how different Walter Kovacs was from the man he knew. Rorschach made gut-churning violence look like a dance and his answer to having a straight razor pressed to his partner's throat was just to be faster than the other guy. Dan had already loved him then, resting trembling against the wall as Rorschach's legendary disinterested cool deserted him completely . The first time he had seen Walter's real face, in '77 when he had knelt down on the kitchen floor and begged him not to quit, he had realized that the mask was also there because Walter really did despise his own face. That more than anything had made him kneel with him on the cold linoleum and reseal their partnership with a kiss.
Here and now, Dan holds him tightly. "Walter, you can't help reacting. You aren't actually gay, and Laurie is incredibly hot." He shrugs. "It's biology. Since it seems like you didn't freak her out, I'd say we're doing fine."
"Didn't only see." Walter growls. "Wanted."
"Oh." There are some things about Walter Dan doesn't understand, but this key difference is not one of them. He's not sure if he's more jealous or turned on. "Well, that's okay, man. I mean, you're nothing if not controlled, you're not gonna do anything--"
"Like I did in '77, Daniel?"
He has a point, and Dan shivers, remembering the way Rorschach climbed into his lap and devoured him, kissing him the way he had wanted for over a decade, gloved hands clutching at him and leaving dark bruises that Dan didn't feel until the next day. "Well, you'd never be like that with someone who didn't want you to."
Walter just sighs. Thanks to his pills and his interminable sessions with Dr. Long, he is now able to give up like a normal human being, but he knows he has to somehow explain the pull he felt. He doesn't like it that Laurie's skin calls to his sensitive fingers like certain silks, because that's a feeling that's previously been reserved for Dan. It worries him, but he's too drained to care much at this precise moment in time. He's more in the mood to let Dan's heartbeat lull him to sleep, which he does.
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A-HA, THE PLOT THICKENS!
Love this a lot, anon.
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He was going to be more like an uncle, anyway, and it was just a bonus that Charlene liked him so much. Hell, when he had started calling her Charlie, she had refused to answer to anything else. He straightened his tie, went up to the door, and knocked. The whole point of the home visit was to be unexpected. You gave them a set of hours they could afford to be home and narrowed it down to a range of a few days so you wouldn't walk in on an orgy or whatever, but you dropped by unannounced.
"You." He croaked, standing on the doorstep in grey sweats and a wifebeater. He had apparently just been washing the dishes, and his left big toe stuck out of a hole in his sock. It was hard to believe that this baleful little leprechaun has ever been the terrifying Rorschach. For about three seconds. and then that stare locked on him, and it was suddenly easy. "Credentials?"
Reminding himself that he was dealing with someone with actual reason to be paranoid, he dug out his ID and handed it over. Kovacs was still studying it when Dreiberg came down the stairs. "Walter, nobody knows the password. Come in, Mr. Sims." Kovacs stood back obediently to let him in, and gave his ID back, retreating to the kitchen without a word.
"He's nervous." Dreiberg said quietly. "Do you want to look around first, or should we all meet in the living room?" He looked around first, because it was a good filter. If you wanted to flee just from the inspection, you knew the home was unfit. It could take a long interview to ferret out the same problems, so he got to work. It was a great house. It was clean, but not sterile, there were books on birds and airplanes and mythology everywhere, the kitchen had real food in it, and the hopeful little room at the end of the hall was bright and comfortable, and much more importantly, set up with Charlie in mind.
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By and by he gets them all to relax enough that Kovacs is using completely sentences and Dan has brought out some pecan divinity crafted by those loving, lunatic hands. It's actually almost as good as his mother's, and it makes it a little less of a surprise to hear that the mural is his work. By the time he finally leaves, he's pretty sure things will work out all right for Charlie. He looks at the stuffed dolphin they've sent along with him, and he's pretty sure it feels as hopeful as he does.
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I SHIT YOU NOT!
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Besides, there's only two words, and she has three people taking care of her. In a way, Walter might be the most important of them all. He gave her her name, as bright and boyish as her shoes. She looks up at him, and admires his hair anew. People tell her she's a pretty little girl, and she enjoys the toasted marshmallow color of her skin, but she does kind of wish that anything on her was as bright. He's watching her, with those sad brown eyes that remind her of a dog, and she smiles.
"Home?"
"Soon." He shifts her into his lap, and looks up and over to the desk, where Dan is laughing slightly at something, scribbling his name for what seems like the millionth time. Laurie is sighing, and when she glances over and catches Charlie's eye, she sticks her tongue out to make her giggle. It seems like another year before they're done, but Walter keeps her entertained. She had realized that he tells good stories, when it's just the two of them. She's pretty sure he makes them up out of his own head, and she loves him for it, among myriad other reasons.
And then they can finally, finally leave all together, Dan and Walter swinging her between them all the way to car, where she crawls into Laurie's lap in the front seat and curls up. She guesses she must have fallen asleep there, because she only partially wakes as they tuck her into a bed that's just the right size in a room that looks like the sea. She dreams of mermaids that night, and clownfish who have a secret to tell her, but never get around to it.
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... sweet but not sickly. Thank you
(captcha! movie calypso)
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captcha says 62.40 winner, it's half-right!
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