Watchmen Kink Meme 4: The Fab, Fantastic Four

[spam_monster]

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

Comments

With Eddie's help 1/4

[anonymous]

Hope it’s what you had in mind. Slight AU in the movieverse, AU being that Eddie can control his speech a bit.
---------------------------

It was the Crimebusters meeting and Eddie was feeling rather bored. Somewhere in his brain it registered that Ozymandias was talking. What a surprise. It seemed that he had enough words to flood the world with them. God damnit. He looked around the room to see what the others were thinking. The Owl-boy was listening politely, but in his evil heart Eddie would have liked to believe that the way he pressed his lips together was only to hold back a yawn.

The Doc was obviously getting more attention than the speaker. His girlfriend was seemingly pissed off and Sally´s kid was watching him with cute girly eyes. Eddie’s mind made a comment about not letting blue men take his daughter away and having a word with that daughter, but decided against it. Let the girl have her fun. Besides, more important things to pay attention. With the hald ear that listened to Ozymandias, he felt like it was soon time to interfere and blow the kid’s world.

He continued looking around. Rorshach looked as he usually did and it was always difficult to figure out what he was thinking behind the creepy mask. Eddie decided that it was easier for him to yawn than for the Owl-boy. Back to business. He himself was sitting in a chair, reading a newspaper and figuring out why he was wasting his evening. That only left the speaker. Eddie had avoided looking at him.

Mostly because it was rather worrying. He was into girls. Into Sally-like girls. That boy… well, for as far as he knew, was…disturbingly pretty. He had never called a man pretty before and wasn’t going to start now. Soon, very soon, he would crush the boy’s utopia-like plans and maybe later make fun of him even more. The thing was…a part of Eddie wanted to do something so much different to the boy.

Daring to glance towards Ozy, who was still talking (god, why?), he felt himself wince. The boy was beautiful, even. Not the take-him-to-dinner beautiful. Rather like throw-him-on-the-table beautiful. Eddie told himself to calm down. He couldn’t do that in front of the others. (But then again, why not?) Eddie felt like his mind was trying to get him killed. He knew for a fact that after a misunderstanding some years back Ozy had gotten a bit stronger and could probably, well, kick his ass. Not that it cooled his bravado just one bit.

Five minutes later, when Eddie was publicly staring and so-nearly drooling, it was obvious that Ozymandias had found a moment from his speech to understand what he was thinking and Eddie could have sworn that he had smirked. Smirked!

Two minutes later, when Ozy flashed his (probably paid-for) smile and let his costume show off his muscled figure beneath it, Eddie nearly jumped.

If the little bitch was teasing him, he was dead, skilled or not.