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... )
Rorschach thought of leaving and returning to patrol on his own - he had been doing it that way for months already - but instead settled his hands into his pockets and stared at Nite Owl…and his bulky, malformed uniform. It was odd that Nite Owl would allow such poor craftsmanship in the one item that kept his identity safe when he put meticulous care into the gadgets hanging from his belt.
“Could fix that for you.” Nite Owl’s head jerked up, clearly surprised he was still there. An uncertain smile tugged his lips beneath his…Rorschach didn’t even know if there was a word for the oddity attached to the man’s head.
“Actually, I’ve been meaning to make a whole new one. Just haven’t had enough time with all-” he cut himself short, personal life caught on the verge of pouring out. Rorschach frowned beneath his mask. He would never allow a lack of time to negatively affect his ability to deal out justice. Sleep was not necessary.
“Have time tonight.” He bit back on accusing the other man of undermining patrol, his shoddy work allowing criminals to go unchecked this night. But this was his opportunity to optimize Nite Owl’s capacity to fight crime in the future.
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In the silence after Rorschach’s offer, Dan had paused a few good minutes to consider his reply. It was amazing he had been able to hold back his laugh. It wouldn’t do to insult the other mask, even if the thought of Mr. Store-bought Noir sewing anything was far too amusing. But it would be nice to get to know Rorschach better or at least interact beyond pummeling murders and drug dealers. Besides, outside of Mr. Hollis, he didn’t really know any of the masks. Icing on the cake, Rorschach was his generation of crime fighters, even younger (so to speak) with his recent arrival on the scene.
“This cannot possibly be reused. Must start over.” His grin grew at the frank assurance. It was a relief to see that Rorschach’s clipped gruffness wasn’t only a sign that Nite Owl was frustrating him on patrol. That’s just how he was. Dan snapped the lids off another couple sodas, placing one within Rorschach’s reach as he sat on the other side of the worktable and pulled out some sketches.
It felt like the strangest slumber party. Clad in sweatpants, a simple t-shirt and a ski mask Dan pointed out important points of his next costume with Rorschach leaning on his elbows, trench coat and hat resting at the end of the table, scarf tucked into his suit so it wouldn’t drag over the drawings, and hovering silently during Dan’s explanation. Hand gestures and sound effects soon wormed their way into his details, happy exuberance bubbling up. This was how it’s supposed to be - midnight discussions between masks, teamwork bringing greater things, crime on the run from their combined efforts!
Rorschach picked up a pencil and drew a sharp line through the topmost drawing. Dan stuttered to a halt. “Not physically possible to make. Also,” the pencil jabbed at the hips and knees of the sketch-Nite Owl, “impaired mobility. Keep it simple.” Another sheet was pulled out of the stack, a quick armature filling the page. Disappointed as he was to see his own skills thrown under the train, it was well worth it to see Rorschach’s frenetic energy directed towards something other than fighting. Though, his knowledge of how to inflict pain seemed to have other rewards, if the correctness of proportion and musculature was anything to go off of.
Lines quickly crisscrossed the form, shapes harkening back to Dan’s earlier drawings. The big difference lay in what was holding the whole thing together. He choked on his Coke.
“Is that spandex?”
“Worked for previous crime fighters.” Dan stared down at it, uncertainty clear in the set of his mouth. Rorschach’s head canted, perplexed. “Mobility is in no way impaired. Tall and broad, good intimidation techniques to exploit and not bury in fabric.” Thankfully, the ski mask covered his blush. Burying himself in large sweaters had been a fatal mistake in school for a much different reason. Girls hadn’t been too curious what was under it all when he exuded Science Nerd so powerfully.
But he was a Masked Hero now. Resolved, Dan leaned over and added horned tufts to the cowl and tapered in the cape. Looking back up at Rorschach, he caught the resigned huff and shift of shoulders.
“Very nice, Nite Owl.”
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Yeah, thought if Nite Owl was still running around in his crappy uniform it had to be pretty early in his career. Thus, fun times with the younger years~!
Jeez, now I want some kid!fic with them actually having a slumber party. <3<
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Once this project was completed, he would make up the time in patrol and work extra hours at the garment factory. He twitched, gloved hands squeezing the fabric in his hold tight. Not that he wanted to go back, to be surrounded once again by the silky, frilly objects. Working the hard leather between his fingers was far more satisfying.
Lifting his attention from the half-formed cowl, he watched the bunch and pull of the white fabric across the other man’s shoulders. They were perhaps even wider than he thought. Good thing Nite Owl had purchased an excess of fabric, clearly caught up in the moment despite his earlier reservations.
He just wished it didn’t feel so…unprofessional. A record player hauled down from the building above sat crooning jazz in the corner, Nite Owl humming along as he turned back around, fiddling with his goggles and waiting for Rorschach to finish. They had decided on completing the cowl first, both to remove the need for the ski mask (he disliked how it transformed Nite Owl into a low budget bank robber look-alike) and give Nite Owl time to test it out.
“Nite Owl, I need your head for a moment.” The other man looked up, face split with a crooked smile.
“Oh really?” Walter frowned at the drawled words and laugh, clearly missing some sort of companionable joke.
“Yes.” Nite Owl’s smile, if anything, grew wider at his serious tone. Walter could only hope the crude high school humor would go away if he ignored it long enough. It wasn’t exactly a side of the Owl he wanted to experience. But as the other man settled onto the bench, swinging a leg over to face Walter, he pushed the thought aside and got back to business.
“Don’t need to take off the mask, do I?” Rorschach shook his head, stretching to settle the leather atop the knit mask. Their knees knocked as he scooted closer, Nite Owl refusing to slouch in some petulant revenge, perhaps for his failure to laugh. Two could play that game. He gave the leather a hard tug, wrenching Nite Owl’s head down a few good inches as the cap slotted around his skull.
“Fine like this.”
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Dan let out a little muffled grunt, wiggling his nose against the constraining fabric stretched across his face.
“Does this really need to be here?” Dan tugged at the offending cloth, trying to get it resituated so he could breathe. Rorschach, kneeling on the concrete and rolling out yards of brown material, paused to look over his shoulder, still and silent. The man had odd quirks to say the least - as though by saying nothing, his opinion would be obvious. Not that Dan wasn’t able to fill up the frequent moments of silence with either inane babble or humming along with the music but it made their interaction painfully one-sided.
“Makes it hard to breathe,” he continued, fishing in the waters of silence for some sign of comprehension. But, if anything, Rorschach only grew more rigid, his unseen stare more alien. Sure, he somehow found breathing through…whatever that mask of his was made out of…but Dan certainly did not appreciate sucking down the lukewarm air. Besides, he didn’t want to completely remove all vestiges of Nite Owl’s humanity - the people he rescued needed to see a good human being, needed a reassuring smile. Not muffled orders and goggles gleaming sinisterly in the streetlights.
“Properly disguises face.” Example of muffled growl expertly delivered. Dan rolled his eyes and picked up a nearby pair of scissors.
“If you’ve got me wearing spandex ‘cause it ‘worked for previous crime fighters,’ I think covering the whole upper portion of my head is more than enough compared to their domino masks.” He tugged the mask outward again, scissors angled awkwardly to slice a line from nose to chin. Rorschach’s gloved hand filled his vision before he could snip, fingers between the blades. Dan paused a panicked second long enough for the other man to grab the scissors and pull them free, tucking them into his back pocket with a defiant tilt of his masked head, arms crossed.
To which Dan responded with a - arguably thoughtless - lunge, fingers brushing the handle before he caught a fist to the solar plexus. Breathing really became an issue at that point, leaving Dan hunched forward against the pain causing his lungs to feel shriveled and distant. Wheezing through the mask, he took a moment to berate himself as the other man quickly disappeared from his swimming vision. Hanging out and listening to music in the basement had perhaps given him a far too deluded picture of allowed familiarity with Rorschach. They barely knew each other.
Forcing himself to stand straight, Dan ground out an apology and stiffly moved towards the table and its bench. Sitting down seemed much less embarrassing than dropping to the ground and he wasn’t going to give Rorschach the satisfaction. He’d been fighting crime well before the other mask showed up and taken any number of hits. …And blocked even more, most certainly.
But he just hit so damn hard. Dan gritted his teeth, pulling over a half-finished gas propulsion unit to work on and pointedly kept his back towards Rorschach. Who, after another extended period of silence, started rustling around quite strangely but Dan didn’t turn. Eyes were still pricking with tears. Normal reaction. Happened even to those hardened with years of training.
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It didn’t seem fair that Rorschach could lash out with abandon and Dan suffered from delusions of trust fostered by the merest sense of brotherhood, sitting stock still as the hot blade cut through the fabric but was kept from his face by leather-clad fingers. Carving Nite Owl out and making Dan feel like a flayed fish, watching stupidly with his now exposed mouth hanging open in alarmed surprise.
“Cutting would only fray and ruin.” Sorry for not discussing the issues you have with the design, Dan translated, giddy to be un-stabbed, un-burned, and able to breathe unfiltered as Rorschach leaned away, scrap of fabric in his grasp. “Reacts to heat, firms up and holds shape.”
Nite Owl just grinned, wide and brightly, in reply to the gruffness, hopeful that under all that madly swirling ink someone was smiling back.
[Dude...no clue how that thing around NO's head works - liberties of ignorance~]
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What a fantastic moment between them! I honestly laughed at Rorschach jumping up to stop Dan from using the scissors, imagining him all "Omg what do you think you're doing to my work!" >:[ Dan's reaction to his new mask/head thing really shows us his attitude towards crimefighting nicely- that it's about helping people more than punishing criminals. He already knows he's going to have to be the nice human hero to Rorschach's scary hero :) Great dynamic.
Can't wait for more!
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In the end, it meant one thing: Nite Owl had better be done playing with his cape before he got his neck wrung. For a masked hero, he was rather childish. Almost frighteningly so. It conflicted with the previous image he had of the man. Even in his cheesy polyester mess, Nite Owl had always been professionally serious.
Now he was gallivanting around like a kid at Christmas. Luckily the whoooooosh sound effects hadn’t started, but the dramatic spins and whips hinted it wouldn’t be much longer.
“Hey Rorschach!” He grunted to indicate he had heard Nite Owl - not that anyone could have missed that particularly exuberant shout - but continued to contemplate the tape measure. Next came the part he had been avoiding. Cutting the spandex couldn’t be a shot in the dark and he needed accurate measurements. Rorschach had to look up, however, when his space was invaded by the costumed man-child. He clearly had no reservations about personal barriers.
“Yes?” He had meant for that to come out more as an annoyed growl, but since he had been forced to lean slightly backwards it was more like strained uncertainty. Rorschach wouldn’t step back. Even if Nite Owl’s smile unsettled him more than any criminal threat, confusing him with its unknown objective.
“Just wondering if there was anything I could help with.” That was the other problem. Nite Owl had to have a hand in everything given his untamed curiosity. The gadgets had been the first clue. The second came when Walter had been hunched over the sewing machine, Nite Owl on the other side watching, impatiently waiting for his own turn. All the while munching on potato chips and yattering about the quilts his grandmother had sewed and were stored away in a closet and probably smelt like mothballs and should probably get aired out...
As though being stared at while working hadn’t been distracting enough.
But the question reminded him of another way to avoid the inevitable. The little details meant to invoke feathers down the back of the cape would provide ample diversion for Nite Owl. Walter leaned a little further to the side and snatched up the original drawing, bringing it between them for protec- reference.
“Make stencil. Dye leather. Long, even strokes.”
Nite Owl, obviously fighting down a smirk, plucked the page free. “Oh, I'll try to keep that in mind~"
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Nite Owl, obviously fighting down a smirk, plucked the page free. “Oh, I'll try to keep that in mind~"
OH DAN Y U SO ADORKABLE <3 <3 <3
So happy this updated, anon! Smiling forever!
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