Watchmen Kink Meme 4: The Fab, Fantastic Four
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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 ( Read more... )
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 ( Read more... )
“I think Wanda has something to say about that, Mr. Dean,” he managed in a strangled tone.
“Wanda's a dutiful daughter. She trusts my judgment.”
Wanda's expression still showed nothing. Dan supposed that men who go around wearing owl suits have to expect to get into situations like this.
“I'm sure she does, but, you know, Americans are in the habit of choosing their own spouses.” Surely Charlie wouldn't want to do anything un-American.
Charlie waved a dismissive hand. “That's a fad. Arranged marriages have worked out well for generations. Look at the divorce rate since foolish young people started choosing their own spouses. I've been evaluating every suitable young man I know for weeks now. You are clearly the best of the lot.”
“Um, thanks,” Dan muttered. Then he opened his mouth to argue, but was stopped by the thought of Wanda being paraded before more bachelors of her father's choosing, who would laugh at her behind her back and insult her because she wasn't lucky enough to be pretty. Never mind her courage and her integrity (insane as the form it took was) and her imaginative methods of beating up evildoers and the loneliness hidden under an ever-shifting mask. All those jerks would see was her homely face, and they wouldn't care if their remarks hurt her.
He wouldn't make Wanda go through with it, that was out of the question, but he also wouldn't let her be exposed to any more rejection from twerps unworthy to wipe her boots.
Before he could think of a suitable way to voice his acceptance, Charlie slapped his hands on his knees briskly. “Now that that's settled, you'd better go. Wanda and I have things to see to.” He rose. “Since you're engaged, I have no objection to you kissing my daughter.”
Whereupon, in keeping with his idea of tact, Dean turned his back and affected to be very absorbed in the titles on the spines of his books.
Dan's mouth was literally hanging open in shock when Wanda, ever the obedient daughter, turned to him. He looked at her, not knowing what to do, when she solved the dilemma of the moment for him by leaning over and pressing her lips to his in a brief, chaste, but very sweet kiss.
Dan had wanted to do this for too long. His arms went around her of their own accord. He looked into her gaunt, homely face, and in the midst of the bashfulness he saw a spark he could not resist. He captured her mouth again, and she returned this kiss with as much passion as he could have wanted.
When they broke apart, she immediately fastened her gaze modestly on the floor and mumbled, “See you on patrol.”
“Right,” Dan replied, dazed. As he walked home, he wondered how much more complicated the situation could get.
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Charlie's still kind of an ass, but I can't be TOO mad at him at this point, since he seems to be giving Wanda everything she's ever wanted (family, good home, validation for her core values, and of course, Daniel). I can just see her next journal entry. "Rorschach's Journal: Life is wonderful."
And Dan! He is so sweet and adorable, though I feel bad for everything being thrown at him so quickly. Looks like he's getting what he wants, too, that fire and passion of Wanda's (though I don't envy him his new father-in-law!)
Can't wait to see what's next! I want to see how complicated it gets, too!
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Rorschach arrived late for patrol that night for the first time in Dan's memory. She was already masked, but he could see by the set of her shoulders that she was upset.
“Rorschach, what's wrong?” he asked. She stiffened. Maybe he shouldn't have made it so clear that he could tell how she was feeling. There was a reason she had a mask that covered every inch of her face, after all.
“Don't have to go through with it,” she rasped.
“Wanda-”
“Told father I wouldn't. Didn't know he was going to. Why he had all those young men visit.”
“I only met two of them,” Dan said promptly, “but neither of those two could ever remotely deserve you.”
Her shoulders gave a little hunch. “Kind man, Daniel.”
“Truthful man, Wanda.” Dan groped for words. This whole incident had to have hurt her, and between an unloving mother, an absent father, and growing up an impoverished girl with an ugly face, she had to have experienced enough pain already. No wonder her principles were so rigid; they must seem like the only safety in a perilous world. “Wanda, for years I've - I mean, when I found out you were a woman, I-”
“Late for patrol, Nite Owl,” she growled, and stepped up into the owlship.
Daniel sighed in resignation. “What did your father say when you told him you wouldn't marry me?” he asked, following and firing Archie up.
“Argued.” The terse response spoke volumes.
“Oh, Rorschach. I'm sorry. I didn't want to be the cause of your first argument with your father.”
“Not your fault.”
“I'm still sorry. If there's anything I can do-”
“Can concentrate on work, Nite Owl.”
“Aye-aye, sir.”
Luckily for both of them, there was a great deal of evil afoot that night, allowing them both to work out their frustrations on various deserving miscreants.
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One night while they were showing a gang of young punks who was boss, one of them got in a lucky stab. Dan felt the pain radiating through his back. He cried out, more in anger than pain with that much adrenalin in him, and turned swiftly to incapacitate his attacker. Before he could lay a hand on the man, Rorschach was on him, battering him with such fury that his remaining ambulant compatriots backed away in horror.
Nite Owl ended up pulling Rorschach off him.
Leaving the gang shackled waiting for the police, the pair got back on the Owlship. Dan got out the first aid kit. Rorschach was already pulling his armor off.
“Hey, let me undo it!” Dan protested, quickly unfastening it. When his back was bared, Rorschach pulled off her mask to examine the wound more closely. Did Dan imagine that those gloved hands were shaking?
“Not too deep,” Wanda grunted, exhaling loudly.
Dan gave a little smile as he reached for the kit. “I thought so. Help me-”
The next thing he knew, her arms were around him, clasping him desperately tight, and he was receiving another of those dizzying, fiery, passionate kisses.
It was impossible to think clearly when you were being kissed like that. Especially by someone who had been the center of your most secret wishes for years. Dan returned the kiss with every bit as much fire and passion, and only after their lips parted did he remember any of the many complications that were keeping them apart.
They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, both too dazed to speak.
At last, he whispered, “Wanda....”
Wanda snatched up the kit and seized him by the shoulders, turning him around roughly and going to work on the wound which was burning dully. He had completely forgotten about it while he was being kissed within an inch of his life.
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“Quiet. Hold still.”
“Rorschach, you've got to tell me what's wrong.”
“Nothing wrong-”
“Give me credit for not being an idiot, okay? You don't fight shoulder to shoulder with someone for years without being able to tell when something's the matter. What's wrong? Are things okay at home?”
“Yes!” she said at once. When Daniel shrugged off her ministering hands and turned around to look at her, she added reluctantly, “Father mad at me.”
“Because you wouldn't marry me?”
“Not done with wound.”
He turned and let her get back to work on it. “How mad is he? He isn't going to throw you out, is he?”
“No.” Her tone conveyed the impression that this was an incredibly stupid question. “Need each other. Family.”
“That's good.” But Dan just couldn't let the other thing that had passed between them go unremarked, so he said, “You're a good kisser, Wanda.”
Her hands froze on him. “Enk,” she said at last.
He decided to take a chance. “Would I get slapped if I kissed you again?”
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“You have plenty of other merits. I like kissing you.”
Another uncomfortably long silence, and then her voice, only half-gravelly, said with hesitation, “Just a kiss.”
He smiled as he turned around. “I know you're not that kind of girl.” He couldn't bring himself to put it in the harsher terms she used. With gentleness he cupped her gaunt face in his hands. She looked heartbreakingly uncertain.
Until their lips met, when she drove him out of his wits yet again.
Many kisses and a few minutes later, Dan stepped away from her and drew a shaky breath. “Wanda, we'd better go outside and find some more bad guys to beat up, or else your father's going to come after me with a shotgun.”
Wanda made a gesture as if to draw him back, but controlled herself. “Know you don't want....”
“Dammit! Wanda, for years you never gave any sign that you thought of me this way.”
“Neither did you,” she retorted, looking sour.
“I thought you were a man! But you knew you weren't. How long have you been thinking of me that way?”
She looked at the floor. “Years.”
He pulled her close again, this time for a reassuring hug. “Good.” His mind was made up.
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It was morning and Dan had properly walked Wanda home. It just showed how crazy life could get for a mask that a man like Charlie Dean was glad to see a young single man escorting his unmarried daughter home at dawn.
“Wanda refused to marry me because she thought I didn't want to get married. It wasn't until last night that we had a talk about it and I was able to... reassure her.” He had never expected to say what he was about to, but a part of him found it romantic. “Mr. Dean, I would like the honor of your daughter's hand in marriage.”
Wanda was standing beside him in her uniform, mask in one pocket, hands clenched into fists.
“I told you I had made the right choice, Wanda,” Charlie informed her impatiently, as if it had only been a matter of both of them admitting that he was right. He pulled out his pocket calendar and consulted it. “When should we schedule the ceremony? I know girls always want to be June brides....”
“I don't think either of us wants to wait that long, Mr. Dean,” Dan said firmly. “The sooner, the better.”
“Young people. Well, I don't see any reason to put it off. Two weeks should be enough time to make all the arrangements.”
“Good.” Dan caught Wanda's hand and squeezed it. He thought it would be best to get married as soon as possible. Just in case. There might yet be cause for Charlie to come after him with a shotgun.
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