#watchmen x reader

[betyloca]

innocent butterfly

Warnings: domestic violence/child abuse/mention of prostitution/violence.

pairing: rorschach x reader

Summary: Walter never had to feel like he had to protect someone, much less feel loved, until he met a person who made him feel that way.

In an apartment there was a red-haired boy walking down a hallway. He had heard some sounds in his mother's room.

He walked slowly as the sounds became more specific, "ahh louder." The boy approached the door, opening it slowly, he noticed that a man was with his mother, was he hugging her?

Walter: Is he hurting you?

The man turned to look at the boy.

x: damn, you have a damn son here

He abruptly separated from the woman, shouting at her.

x: I already have some at home damn it

The woman, angry, approached the child and hit him.

woman: damn I should have aborted you

woman: I don't want to see you here

He closed the door abruptly. The boy touched his sore cheek. He ran to his room, closing the door as he sat on the bed hugging his legs.

He didn't understand why he treated her badly, what he had done to make her hate him.

He heard footsteps coming from the window. He looked outside and saw a girl walking down the fire escape. She fell until she crashed against her window.

x: that hurt

She looked in the direction where the boy was, he was looking at her, he saw her face, you could see a bruise on her cheek.

She raised her hand in greeting. He didn't return the greeting. He thought she would make fun of him. The other children were laughing at him.

She frowned She gestured for him to lift the window to open it He made it to the sale opening it She made it smiling

x: hello, why so serious?

He looked at her, he wasn't expecting that question. She looked at his face, noticing his red cheek. She frowned.

x: I'm y/n myers , if you want, you can join me.

He looked at her and if she was playing with him, he inspected her face as a sign of jest, but he didn't see that. She made a gesture for her to follow him. He went out of the window, following her to the roof of the building.

She walked up to some boxes that were piled up with a blanket on top, it looked like a makeshift house.

y/n: come on, I don't bite

he said while smiling she came in sitting on the floor he came in sitting down she also saw him taking out an ointment from a small box she looked at him

y/n: it's so it doesn't hurt okay

She did it by spreading the cream on his hand. She passed her hand on the boy's cheek, making him gasp in pain.

y/n: I'm sorry

Taking out her hand, she then put some on his cheek. He looked at her, why did she help him?

y/n: well, what's your name?

Walter: Walter Kovacs

y/n: what a cute name

he said while smiling

Walter: why are you helping me?

Y/N: Did you want to stay there with pain in your cheek?

He just didn't respond, lowering his head, he felt a hand caress his hair, he looked up, looking at her, she had a look of concern.

y/n: hey if you want you can stay here when you feel sad

~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~

They had been good friends, they never separated, she found out that her father was an alcoholic who abused her. When that happened, they escaped to the roof to be alone.

He loved her so much, always protecting her on her birthday, that he gave her a purple scarf. Instead, she kissed him on the cheek. For the first time he felt happy.

But that didn't last long, the social services found out about the girl's abuse, they took her away, she tried to look for her friend but she never saw her again.

In the streets you could see a red-haired man with a sign that said "the end is near." He walked avoiding people, watching people go by, seeing him as a weirdo, he didn't care, he kept walking, minding his own business.

When night fell I was walking down one of the most dangerous streets in the city. He was wearing his "face," as he called his mask. I was investigating the case of a woman who was murdered. He was heading to the home of one of the suspects when he arrived at the apartment and noticed the door was open.

He entered in silence, saw how the place was in disarray, noticed a trail of blood, followed it walking until he reached the kitchen, saw the body of his suspect and a hooded woman.

Rorschach: you.

She ran towards the window leaving there, he followed her, she ran down the stairs, he followed her, she started running towards an alley, he caught up with her, hitting her against the wall.

He complained, standing up and hitting his stomach. He doubled over and grabbed her arm so she couldn't escape. They started fighting. She tried to hit him. He dodged it, making her fall to the ground. He got on top of her so she couldn't escape.

rorschach: you're not so brave anymore

x: fuck you idiot

I noticed he had a purple scarf hiding his face.

Rorschach: Who are you?

x:myers

Rorschach: Myers how much?

x: myers take it or leave it

He looked at her, she was very stubborn, he began to notice that the handkerchief was the same one he gave to his old friend.

rorschach: where did you get the handkerchief?

Myers: From your idiot mother.

He got angry and tore the handkerchief off his face. He started seeing her, but realized that she was the girl who was once his friend.

Rorschach: Y/N?

y/n: not your grandmother

She kicked him in the stomach. She shook him off when he tried to run. He stopped her.

Y/n: let go of me damn stained face

He hesitated to take off his "face" he put both hands on his mask showing her his face she froze when she saw him she stopped resisting

y/n: Walter?

He let her do it. She inspected his face and carefully placed her hands on his cheeks. He never liked people touching him, but she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She caressed his cheek with teary eyes.

Y/n: how I missed you

She hugged him without wanting to let go. He stiffened, not knowing what to do. Little by little he put his arms around her now that he had found her, he didn't let her go.

#no one asked for this #walter kovacs x reader #rorschach x reader #watchmen imagine #Watchmen x reader #roronoa zoro #walter kovacs

[house-of-slayterr]

Fresh Out of Ink: Ink Blot Meet Cute Pt. 3

Tw: Animal death

Tag: @rorschach-thumbtack

Reader's POV:

Several days passed working alongside Rorshach. He didn't talk much, not that I expected him to. The quiet was nice. Except when he spoke, it cut through the air like a serrated blade. Landing in your eardrums with such precision you could think he was speaking from inside your head. I jumped when he cleared his throat. He seemed to have noticed because he stood painfully still for a moment.

"It's late, maybe you should get some sleep."

"No, no. I'm fine."

"That's your ninth cup of coffee, you're shaking."

A drop of coffee spilt from my mug as if to emphasise his point. I steadied my hand and glared at him. It surprisingly wasn't hard to tell if he was glaring back, considering he never took off his mask. I found myself becoming mesmerised by it every once and a while. Watching the shape flow and change was oddly calming. Everyone else who saw that mask would be filled with instant fear and dread. But he was different now that I knew him. I must have gotten lost in thought again because a gloved hand touched mine.

"Get some rest." His voice was more commanding this time.

He took the mug from my hands and set it on the coffee table.

"If you think anyone is going to get past me while you sleep, you clearly don't know me."

Again, despite that stupid mask, I could tell he was smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"You need rest to Rorschach, hate to break it to you but you're still mortal."

"And my will is stronger than yours. I'm used to this. I'll rest when it's safe. Now be a good boy and rest." He joked in his sort of stoic way.

It was weird, I'd never actually come out to anyone besides him. It was safer in this city to just pretend to be my birth gender. Putting on makeup every day, and styling my hair in more "girlish" ways, but I never could get the confidence to wear a dress. It made me feel gross. I sometimes think half the reason I haven't tried harder to transition is for my father. He already lost his life, he didn't need to lose his daughter too. But perhaps that was just an excuse for my cowardliness.

Rorschach had a way of pulling things out of you. I figured if I was going to work closely with him, he might as well know the real me. He'd figure it out eventually. Staying cooped up all day with him and eating takeout was sort of nice. I didn't have to dress up, I could relax a little. And he never once made me feel alienated for what I am. Who knew someone so full of hatred and violence could be so kind.

"I will carry you to that bed." He warned.

But his voice held no humour this time.

"Right, right! I'm going. Goodnight Rorschach."

That night I dreamt of the comedian's death. I dreamt of my fathers murder. Everything was covered in blood. There was nowhere I could run where death would follow. I couldn't take much more of the guilt and bloodshed. I awoke in a cold sweat, blinking my eyes rapidly to ground myself. Rorschach stood at the edge of my bed. I placed a hand over my heart in shock.

"I heard you whimpering." His voice was awkward like he didn't know how to make it sound soft and low. Like he was struggling to find the proper tone.

I shrugged off the blanket, not really caring if he saw me in my boxers and vest. I frustratedly reached for a hair tie at my nightstand and threw my hair into a bun.

"I'm fine." I sighed.

"There are tear stains on your cheek."

I squinted. How the hell could he see that from where he stood. He was halfway across the room and it was dark. Then it dawned on me, that he must have been closer before I woke.

"Where you watching me sleep?" I tried to make my voice sound accusatory.

"Only the last half hour. I didn't know if I should wake you. I've heard that makes these things worse."

I sighed, brushing the few strands of hair that didn't reach my bun, out of my face.

"Why don't you sleep" I pointed to the be "It's still warm."

He stared straight ahead. I picked up the blanket off the bed and threw it at him.

"I'm not asking Mr 'you need your rest' If you need to fight I'm not letting you do it sleep deprived. I'll keep watching the rest of the night, I cant go back to sleep anyway." I mumbled the last part.

I don't know where the sudden vote of confidence came from, but he didn't seem to be angry at it. In fact, I thought I almost heard him chuckle. But that couldn't be right. men like him didn't laugh. The joy had been sucked out of him aeons ago. And for that, I felt sorry.

"Wake me up in an hour if I'm not already awake," he commanded.

I shook my head.

"Two. No negotiation."

I heard him inhale a deep breath.

"Two, not a second more."

I raised my hands in defeat, backing away towards the door.

"You can shower first in the morning if you'd like. I'm gonna attempt to make us a proper breakfast for once."

I heard him grunt. A short but effective response. I closed the door behind me, giving him his privacy to take off his mask. I'm sure he'd just sleep in it again anyways. But I didn't want him to feel like he had to. It was none of my business what he looked like. No matter how many times I'd thought of it.

I looked over some of the photos now with fresh eyes. Checking every inch of the scenery for any types of clues. I refilled the pot with some fresh coffee and gently hummed a tune under my breath. I was careful not to make too much noise as I knew he was a light sleeper. You had to be in his line of work. In a frustrated sigh, I gave my eyes a break from searching. Another strand of hair fell from my bun and I'd grown fed up with it. What was I even hiding from anymore? It's not like I'd made a life for myself yet. No family, kids, friends... I could just start over in a new part of town and nobody would be the wiser.

I grabbed the scissors from the kitchen drawer and talked over to the mirror in my hallway. Normally I'd do this in the bathroom, but with him asleep in my bed, I didn't want to open the door. I violently started hacking away at my hair, letting out the weeks frustration on it. Who cares if it was messy? I just wanted it gone. I stared in the mirror for a long time. I haven't had hair this short since I was twelve. I grabbed a hoodie from my coat rack, and flipped the hood up.

I'd get it fixed later, I could always just wear a hat. I grabbed the broom in cleaned up the mess before getting started on breakfast. I made some french toast and turkey sausage. There was a bowl of oranges I had yet to touch, so I squeezed some into some orange juice. As I was finishing up, I looked at my watch and realised it was time to wake him. I gently knocked on the door, the only signal he needed. After a few minutes with my ear pressed to the door, I heard shuffling then some water turned on. I turned back to finish cooking.

I had grown used to his foot falls, getting better at knowing when he was approaching. I don't think he intended to be stealthy. It was just what he'd grown used to. I fixed my plate and started walking toward my room.

"Knock when you're done."

I ate in my room to give him privacy when his mask was off. I didn't mind it much. I never really used my dining table before now. After eating, I got up to shower. It felt so different and went by quicker when I didn't have to wash a foot of hair. It also dried faster too. I struggled for a moment to put on my binder. But it always felt better once it was on. I threw on a boring outfit of a t-shirt and jeans. When I heard the knock on the door, I knew it was safe to come out.

Rorshach always did his own dishes, and instead upon cleaning mine too. his hand was waiting to take my plate but he paused.

"What?"

"Your hair." He said.

I looked up as if that would give me a better view.

"That bad huh?" I joked.

He shook his head.

"I can fix it. Who do you think cuts my hair?" He stated nonchalantly.

He walked over to the sink and began scrubbing my dish. I stood there stunned for a minute. Not only did the Rorshach offer to cut my hair, but he just cracked a joke.

"You have hair?" I asked before I could stop myself. "I'm sorry!" I blurted out.

He turned to look at me

"That was a good one kid, I'll give you that."

I was glad he wasn't mad.

"Where do you keep the scissors?"

"Drawer on your left."

It was weird having a man so skilling in killing, holding a sharp object so close to my head. But I'd grown to trust him. He worked in silence and I let him, running over the details of the case over and over. The gore of the picture never got less disturbing, but I could look longer now. I'd learned to detach myself from the personal aspect of it. Something he must have accidentally rubbed off on me. When he stepped away I knew he was done.

I got up and walked down to eh mirror, checking myself out. It didn't look half bad. A much better job than I did in my half-alseep state.

"Thank you."

Another low grunt. "Short suits you."

We went back to the case as if that moment never happened. After about an hour, I shot up on the couch. Rorsacch gave turned to look at me and I could only imagine he had a look of confusion on his hidden face.

"The warehouse on 9th!" I exclaimed.

"Hmmm?"

"In the photo, look at the windows in the back. It's the only building in town that has those windows. It was abandoned due to it not being up to the safety code."

"You're more observant than I gave you credit for, nice work." "My job is quite literally to be observant Rory, don't patronize me!"

Another look that I only could assume meant "Stop Talking"

"I'll go check it out." HE stood to leave but I grabbed his arm.

"I think you mean we..." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You do understand there could be people who want you dead there right?"

"All the more reason for me to go then. I'm not letting you go alone."

"Not happening kid." "I've asked you to stop calling me that. This is my fight too! Whether you like it or not. Besides, if you truly think I'm as defenceless as you say I am, wouldn't it be better for me to stay with you. What if it's a trap and they know you'll leave me alone in my apartment? What then?"

He grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his mask.

"Do everything I say. No hesitation. Got it?"

"Yes."

I didn't dare do anything that might put either of us at risk. I knew how to be stealthy. And I had a little self-defence training. But I was nowhere near the skill he was. As we snooped around the warehouse, it was clear someone had been here recently. I rubbed my fingers along a spot on the wall.

"Rorschach, what do you smell here?" I asked.

He made his way over to where I stood.

"Smells like bleach"

"Exactly, which means somebody tried to clean something up recently. And they did a poor job too."

I took the flashlight out of my bag and shined it on the wall. There was a giant pink tint on the wall. And some white powder near the floor.

"He was here, I know it." I sighed.

This was where my father had his last moments. Rorschach put a gentle hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off.

"Watch the entrance while I get photo evidence?"

He gave me a nod and walked off. But things didn't go as smoothly as planned. On our way out, I must have tripped some sort of silent alarm. The sound of dogs barking grew closer. He grabbed my hand and we sprinted toward the exit. We were pushed back when a pair of giant dogs. I jumped when I heard another growl from behind us.

"When I say run, you make a break for it." He said lowly.

I sprinted for the door at his signal, as the dogs pounced on him. But the guilt in my chest rose. I couldn't save my dad, but that didn't mean I had to leave Roarschah behind. I dropped my bag on the outside of the building, hiding it near the dumpster. I grabbed a discarded pipe and made my way back into the building. One of the dogs was already taken care of, but the other two were circling him.

"Hey!" I shouted, gaining their attention.

All attention in the room snapped to me. It was exactly what I wanted, but I’ll admit, it’s far scarier than I imagined. One of the dogs came sprinting up the metal staircase to where I was. I backed up to the ledge, dodging out other the way. I swung the metal pipe, trying to ward it off while Rory took care of the other one.

The dog grabbed onto the pipe with its jaws and threw it. I panicked; leaping over the dog as it made a jump at me. I flew over the railing, tucking and rolling right into the other dog. Sending the two of us flying into the nearest wall. Rorschach took that moment of distraction sent his grappling hook flying through the other dogs skull as it came at him.

As I tried to stand, the dog on me latched onto my arm, ripping into my flesh. I let out a loud scream. Thinking quickly, I grounded myself, pressing it’s body up into the wall. It bit down harder, but it started to struggle against me. I used my left leg and stomped down on the wood board next to me, sending a loose brick flying into the air. I caught it with my spare hand and smashed it down into the dogs skull repeatedly until it stopped struggling. I slumped to the ground exhausted, and Rorschach came running over.

“What the hell was that?!? I told you to run.”

“And I told you I wasn’t letting you do any part of this alone.”

I winced, the dogs jaw still firmly latched onto my arm. It’s muscles permanent locked in that position. He knelt down.

“Take a deep breath. On three ok? One… Two…”

I heard it’s jaw crack and felt the teeth leave my arm before three. I glared at him. I looked down to see one tooth still embedded in my skin. I reached over to pluck it from my flesh.

“Souvenir.” I joked.

“This isn’t funny. You need immediate medical attention. And I can’t be here when they come. You should have listened to me.”

“And let you get yourself killed? No way!”

“I have experience-“

“And you’re reckless. I’ve seen how you work. I was sent to survey The comedian remember? I know quite a bit about all of you.”

“Yet somehow you still don’t know who I am under this mask.”

He ripped off a piece of my hoodie and warped it tightly around the wound. I hissed.

“That wasn’t my objective. Despite the irony of it all, I do respect peoples privacy. But everyone has their price. Trust me, if I really wanted to know who you were Rorschach, I’d have known it already.”

He leaned back against the wall to catch his breath after finishing bandaging me up.

“You really should get that looked at.” He sighed.

I threw my apartment key to him with a little “heads up” he looked at it for a moment before looking back up at me.

“Promise you won’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. First aid kit is under that bathroom sink to bandage your smaller scrapes. If you’re not there when I get out, I’ll assume the worst.”

He gave me a small nod.

“Take care of yourself Rorschach. We’re in this… together.”

I waited about fifteen minutes until I was sure he was far enough away. My phone was busted but surprisingly still worked. I called for an ambulance and waited. The nerves finally started to set in, the adrenaline of the whole thing wearing off. Despite my father dying, witnessing as murder and being brutally attacked by guard dogs, trying to get Rorschach to open up was somehow the scariest thing I’ve ever done.

An: Also not me writing this storyline in like three different POV’s. This is the most chaotic thing I’ve ever written so I promise next time I write anything for watchmen it will be more cohesive. And hopefully I’ll have my hands on some of the comics by then. Sorry, I couldn’t do this more justice, I’m trying my best.

#rorschach x reader #rorschach #watchmen #watchmen x reader #dc #dc comics #male reader #trans #transgender #trans male #trans masc reader #trans nonbinary

[alovesickdork]

IDK if my other DC friends will apricate these Rorschach headcanons but I'm sharing them anyway.

You have to ask and warn him about hugs beforehand though, lest a limb of yours gets broken out of instinct. Once you get his trust he's very likely to murder someone just cause they harassed you. But any romantic relationship with him is a very slow burn and you have to be patient with him. He's not used to trusting people.

He doesn't like pet names much either, especially not at first. That’s just asking for a death glare at the least. Once he gets more comfortable with you, you might get away with using a nickname.

Refer to his mask as his "face". Like "I left your face on the bathroom counter for you." He’ll trust you a lot easier if he knows that you understand that it’s important to him.

Don’t call him “Walter” unless he tells you that’s his name. Him telling you is a huge sign of trust and it might mean that some of Walter is coming back. He might not be just Rorschach anymore. 

Even non-sexually, he can't really handle waking up in the same bed with someone else until very late in the relationship. Until then, doing so just feels wrong to him. He'll either go sleep on the couch or go off to do crime-fighting. You just have to wait for him to come back and talk later.

He's very repressed romantically.

I'm also like 90% sure he'd punch a nazi mainly because there's just something morally wrong with them.

#rorschach #rorschach x reader #walter kovacs #watchmen x reader #self shipping #self ship #self shipping stuff #self ship stuff #self shipping community #self ship community #yeah I'm putting these in the main tag #don't kill me #tw nazi mention #let Rorschach punch nazis #tw: nazi mention #watchmen imagine #ship: adjust but never compromise

[feuillemort-imagines]

Hey I'm here for a request and also here to add how much I'm happy to see a blog writing for watchmen now to the request how do Rorschach and Ozymandias react with an optimistic, playful and affectionate but very loyal, serious when needed Female SO?

Ozymandias

-Adrian always thought he’d be alone, that there’d be no time for such things as love when the world peace was teetering the line between chaos and perfection.

-But I guess the gods decided to give Adam his Eve.

-You were a starting hero, a rookie, and the heart of heroism

-Distracting people from pain, patching up childrens injuries with care, telling silly stories to help cheer up the mood

-At that point he knew no way out of simply trying his best to date you

-He confidently asks you out, and is taken aback when you say yes with a playful smile

-You insist on taking him to the amusement park

-at the top of the ferris wheel he saw the lights shine in your eyes

-He truly fell in love with you eternally

-A few months later an extremist group hellbent on killing every watchman invaded your apartment where Adrian was visiting

-They offered you a leading place, to become a queen

-instead you kicked his ass and took your bae to the movies

Rorschach

-You were a waitress in a shitty bar

-the only thing keeping the costumers coming was your hearty smiles and comforting words

-Walter didn’t understand how you could be so happy in a near-dystopian world

-so he kept on watching from the shadows, in disguise without his mask

-one day he was real pissed about not getting the win in a fight

-so he went to take a few shots

-seeing as he was frowning, you tried to cheer him up by inviting him to dinner

-he was shocked, but took the offer

-after a few dates you two became a thing

-no matter how many men and women hit on you you always kept your gaze on only him

-at this point he was starting to think maybe everything isn’t so bad now

thank you for requesting!! you’re the first person i’ve ever written for.

#watchmen #watchmen x reader #rorschach #rorschach x reader #ozymandias #ozymandias x reader #walter kovacs #adrian veidt #walter kovacs x reader #adrian veidt x reader #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #headcanons

[mar-vel-ous-reads]

Kissing Rorschach

Would involve:

Putting your hands on the edge of his face (mask)

             “Is this okay?”

Pulling it up until you can see the tip of his nose

 Holding his face between your hands

 Your heart rate picking up and your breath hitching the second before your lips meet

               Because he’s trusting you

                    Because he’s never let anyone get this close

 A hesitant quick first kiss followed by a longer slower one

               Putting your arms around his shoulders

                      Playing with the hair at the nape of his neck

Him hesitantly putting his hands on your waist

 Biting his bottom lip

                Him making a sound in the back of his throat

                 The grip he has on your waist tightening

His name slipping through your lips between kisses

                  “Rorschach.”

Him pushing you away, breathing hard

                  “I can’t.”

#rorschach #walter kovacs #watchmen #watchmen fanfiction #watchmen x reader #Kissing would involve #kiss #masks #biting #i love rorschach #sweet kisses #baby #why do you #hurt #my heart

[house-of-slayterr]

Rorschach's Journal: Ink Blot Meet Cute Pt. 2

Tag: @rorschach-thumbtack

Tw: Gore and suicide

Rorschach's POV:

The streets were stained with blood... his blood. The comedian was dead. Edward Blake. an old friend, was reduced to nothing more than a memory, blasted in the headlines. Many people had wanted him dead, that was certain. The list would be exhausting, but at least I had a lead, I had the kid.

There was always a chance they were lying to me, trying to save their skin. But I'd witnessed Eddie mow down a pregnant woman in his anger, there was no way they could have taken him, not alone at least. I'd be looking at a very different blood stain if that was the case.

I adjusted my trench coat, pulling it closer to my body. As I lept down from the roof, I heard some footsteps in the ally behind me. But I knew those footsteps anywhere, his costume was distinct in both look and sound. Nite Owl.

"What are you doing here Rorschach?" Dan's voice came out distorted behind his mask.

"Assuring we arent next on the hit list. You may have moved on, but despite his faults, Eddie deserves better."

"There was no foul play."

"You don't know that. Leave me to do what needs to be done Daniel, I won't ask you again."

Daniel sighed heavily.

"At least tell me why you're watching some girl's apartment."

I groaned, my eye twitching behind my mask, before finally turning to address my friend.

"They are not, 'some girl' Nite Owl, they are integral to my investigation."

"Well do they know this?"

"Yes, I- we have a date."

"Surprised you a get a date when you never take off that mask." He jeered.

"You know what I meant. They have the information I need, I decided to get it the none-lethal way this time. No point in snuffing out a flame that has potential."

"So she's a flame now?"

I groaned once more. Why is it that he always took pleasure in misinterpreting my words?

"And what about Silk Spectre? Is she just a flame to you?" I dodged his question with my own.

"It's not like that."

"Have fun explaining that to Dr Mannhatten. You know how reasonable he is." I dared.

He shifted awkwardly. I looked back up toward the apartment. It was in a bad spot of town, though I suppose there weren't many good places left to live in this city. Their light was now on in the window. Up on the tenth floor, foolishly thinking they're hidden from any wandering eyes.

They were changing, we could both see it clear as day... well, night. But luckily it was only in silhouette. I had the wear with all to look away, but it seems Dan needed a gentle reminder in privity. I slapped him across the face, gaining his attention.

"I do hope you treat Spectre with more care than that." I scolded.

He chuckled awkwardly.

"Always the gentleman."

An inside joke, The kind you only get when you spend years hanging around the same miscreants. Nite Owl began to walk away but gave one closing statement.

"Let me know how your loose end ties up."

I made my way up several flights of stairs. I had to do this the proper way, callous and quick methods were not proper protocol in this instance. I took a breath before knocking on their door.

"Just a minute!" They called.

I adjusted my collar, as well as fixed my mask. I heard several bolts unlock.

"Smart," I thought.

They opened the door with haste, their hair dropped lazily in front of their face, blocking half of it from view.

"Your early,"

It seemed less of a question.

"Early is on-time in my line of work."

A small smirk broke on their face, as they brushed the hair from their eyes finally.

"Please, come in"

They stepped aside, allowing me to enter. They quickly shut the door, locking each bolt behind us. I watched as they walked into their kitchen.

"Tea? Water?"

I smirked under my mask. How charming. But I could see through their rouse.

"You aren't going to see my face if that's what you're after. Very few people who have are still breathing."

“That wasn’t what I- forget it. I’ll drop the hospitality bit. Photos and tapes are on the table. Anything else I can fill you in verbally from what I remember.”

It was curious, they had no interest in knowing who I was, unlike so many people before them. They poured some tea for themselves and came to stand beside the couch. I watched them carefully.

“This is everything?”

“Yeah, couldn’t get any close ups obviously. Can’t afford the best equipment either.”

I frowned. It was good work for what they had to work with. I couldn’t definitely use these.

“Look, I’m glad you came to me Kid.”

“Correction, you came to me, if we’re talking technicalities. And I thought we agreed you’d stop calling me that.”

I chuckled slightly. They really were odd. Most people were terrified in my presence. I shrugged. They sipped they’re tea carefully.

“I think he knew he was going to die.” They spoke softly, almost like they were scared to say it to loud.

“What do you mean?”

They sighed, finally sitting on the couch next to me:

“I’ve been following him for weeks. But that day, at the dinner, he acted different. He was still a dick, but he actually apologised to the waitress that day. He sold a bunch of shit at the pawn shop down the street. He didn’t even bother to lock the door when he want home. Whoever attacked him, he knew they were coming.”

They had keen observation skills. More than I gave them credit for. I heard a strangled breath leave their throat.

“God, I should have stopped it. All the sighs were there I just didn’t want to read them. He’d still be alive if I just-“

I cut them off, placing my hand over their mouth. A little harsh, but I wasn’t the best at calming people down.

“This wasn’t your fault. Edward made a lot of enemies, it was bound to happen eventually… to any of us.”

“But it is fair Rory, none of this is fair.”

“Rory?” I questioned.

They pulled back, looking embarrassed.

“Sorry, your full names kind of a mouthful.”

“Nobodies ever given me a nickname before. You know, other than the usual Psycho, Crazy Dick…”

They laughed, a bright and cheerful laugh. No sign of pity in it. It sounded nice. Like the only source of joy in this cold, stoic place. They couldn’t see me smile, and I don’t know if I was half about that or not. I couldn’t risk being vulnerable, not now, not ever.

“I don’t think I stated it, but I really am sorry for your loss. I may have hated the guy, so did half the world; but he was your friend. Asshole it not he didn’t deserve to go out the way he did.”

It was cute really, their attempt to comfort me. I patted their back lightly.

“Thanks.”

Suddenly the phone ring, and I swore I saw them jump out of their skin. Some hot tea spilt onto their thigh and they hissed. I watched them stumble over thee couch and run toward the phone.

“Hello?” They asked.

Whoever was on the other line must not have been very friendly, because their face palmed significantly.

“Put it on speak.” I demanded lowly.

I couldn’t help my tone. I wasn’t upset with them, of course not, but whoever was calling had no right to make them this scared.

“I wanted those photos on my desk yesterday.”

“I know sir! There’s been a de-“

“Don’t interrupt me you little bitch. When I ask for something, it gets done. And now your over 24 hours late. Do you wanna know what happens when I don’t get what I want?”

“You throw a tantrum.” They said, just above a whisper.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

“I’d keep your mouth shut and eyes open if I were you little girl. I’ll get my hand on those photos, one way or another. Nobody betrays me and gets away with it!”

Then the line went dead. They dropped the phone and backed up until their spine hit the counter. The sound was harsh against the abrupt silence, I knew it had to have hurt. They started hyperventilating. I was no good with this shit.

I took a step forward, but stopped when they flinched.

“I shouldn’t have taken that job. I should have just kept my head down, like my father said.”

“You didn’t know.”

“Nobody who’s doing something legal pays that much for photos! Not even rich assholes like him. This is my fault.”

“He would’ve paid someone else to get those photos. You’re boss is the crook, not you.”

I took another step forward and they didn’t flinch this time. I took that as a sign.

“I should have at least called the the cops. But I-“

“Stop.”

“Edward was a dead man, despite your efforts. There was nothing you could do. But these photos, your memories, are gonna help me find who did this. To find justice.”

“There is no justice Rorschach, not in life, and certainly not in death!“

This seemed almost personal now. Like they were talking about something else, someone else.

“I should have seen the signs Rory. My boss, his Initials, that insignia, they were all that were left the day my father disappeared. Now I know what happened to him.”

“Why would he want your father dead?”

Insensitive, I know. But I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“He was a Hero too. But like Edward, he made mistakes in life. He pissed of the wrong people.”

There was a knock at the door, and they jump again, this time letting out a yelp in surprise. I shushed them, telling them to stay put. As I made my way over to the door, something was shoved through the mail slot.

I picked up the envelope slowly, inspecting it. It could be laced with anthrax, but my mask could protect me from that. I heard footsteps approach from behind. I put my hand back, telling them to stop again.

“What is it?”

“Just some mail.”

“The mail man doesn’t come this time of night.” They said suspiciously.

“I know.”

I opened it carefully, no white powder. But that didn’t mean it was safe. There was no address on it, which means it was hand delivered. Someone wanted them to get this message. There were photos inside. I got so caught up In reviewing the photos that I didn’t hear them approach until it was too late. They let out a scream.

The photos were gory, that was sure. The man isn’t he photo was missing most of his fingers, his jaw ripped clean off, and both eyes cut out. He had long gashes scattered across his flesh. His arms were bent at an unusual angle, caught up in the ropes he was tied to the ceiling by. It looked like his foot had been smashed beyond repair. But there was something even more unsettling about this.

Each photo he was moved slightly. He was still alive when these were taken. I turned to see them on the floor, sobbing violently. I cringed as they began to dry heave. I set the photos down on the coffee table and knelt beside them, holding their hair out of the way as they puked. I rubbed gentle circles on their back. I didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry.” I finally decided upon. It was simple, but honest.

“Why are you apologising, you didn’t do this. They did!” They spat harshly.

They pushed me off them, and got up off the floor. Their legs were a little shaky but they caught themselves on the wall.

“I should have never made this deal with you!” They screamed.

I bit my lip. I’d never seen someone display such raw emotion in front of me. It didn’t feel nice to witness. I never wanted to feel the way they did right now.

“Do you really think anything would have changed?” I sighed.

“What?”

“The people you’re working for, you said it yourself, they aren’t good people. They were just waiting-“

“For me to fuck up! Which I did! If I had known my father was alive this whole time. I wouldn’t have given up, I would have kept searching every inch of this God Damn city until it killed me! I would have done anything to bring him home. Then maybe my mother wouldn’t have killed herself! Maybe I wouldn’t be the useless orphan I am right now!”

“You’re not useless”

“Yeah, tell that to your dead comrade! Go ask my father! Oh wait, you can’t. Because they’re both dead and I’m still here, fucking things up for everyone else. You know what? Maybe you should leave, cause you’re probably next. Everyone I interact with winds up dead.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. I couldn’t leave them. Not in this state, not when they could do something they might regret. Guilt was a powerful emotion, one I’d witnessed many of my team mates exhibit. It could eat you alive if you weren’t carful. I stepped toward them once more, but this time their step back was more deliberate, like a warning.

“I’m serious Rorschach, I’m not good for you!”

“I can protect myself… I can’t protect you.”

“And why would you do that? Huh? Did you fucking hit your head on your way here? You didn’t even know who I was 36 hours ago. And now you’re making promises you can’t fucking keep. I mean nothing to you, you got what you came here for, now get the fuck out of my apartment.”

I took another step.

“Get out!” They screamed, the sound tearing through their throat.

Another step.

Their wasn’t much further for them to go. I wrapped my arms around them, watching as they thrashed around struggling. I ignored the little hits and kicks they landed on me. There was power behind them, they would surly bruise but I could handle it.

“Put me down!” They begged.

I just held them tighter, not saying anything. After a few minutes they settled in my arms.

“You done throwing your little tantrum now?”

They huffed.

“You really know how to make someone feel cared for, Jackass.” They jeered.

“I’m new to this. Just like you’re new to my world. But now, you’re unfortunately stuck in it. These people aren’t gonna stop until you’re dead, and the everyone’s of my friends death goes away with you.”

“Then what do you propose?”

They turned in my arms, now facing toward me. Our faces were so close, I could feel the fan of their heated breath on my mask.

“We do this together. For Eddie, for your father.”

“Together?” They raised a brow at me.

I nodded, finally letting them go. The distance felt lonely now. But I welcomed it, it’s what I deserved. Someone like them didn’t belong with someone like me. We’d part ways when this mission was over, when they were safe.

“Lets kill those sons of bitches!” They declared.

AN: Tell me why I loved making Nite Owl seem mood villainous in this. Like, imagine he's on Ozmantium's side! Also awe, Rorschach melted my heart in this. I’ll for sure write a part 3 when I have time. I’m really enjoying this!

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[house-of-slayterr]

Ink Blot Meet Cute

Nobody asked for this, but here we go anyways!

Rain fell incessantly from the sky. Hours passed, and the sun was nowhere to be seen. As if it were hiding from something... someone.

Drip-drop.

Drip-drop!

The endless pounding sent waves of pain crashing into your skull. The pitter-patter of your own heartbeat thumping in your chest contrasted vastly with the background noise. The rain was steady, but you, you were uneven, unpredictable. Your heart skipped a beat every now and again, keeping you on your toes. You held tightly onto the cup of coffee in your hands. Empty.

"Need a refill?" A shrill voice called.

You slid your cup forward in a silent gesture, a fake smile tugging at your lips. They were dry, cracked. The buzz of New York reverberated in your head. It was like a bee, zooming back and forth and back and forth. You hated it, all of it.

You offered a weak "Thanks", your head held down. You hissed when a bit of coffee jumped out of the cup, marring the flesh on your wrist.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" the waitress exclaimed.

You growled under your breath, settling on a harsh "Forget about it!"

Your voice was low as it cut through the air. Fresh tears dared to fall from her eyes. You watched as she bit her lower lip and bowed her head before rushing off to help the next customer. Your eyes trailed after her fleeting form. She was small and fragile, you couldn't help but wonder how she survived in a city like this. A city of sin.

You grabbed a napkin from the container in front of you, using it to wipe off the coffee. The stinging wore off as you roughly rubbed the skin in annoyance. Could today get any worse? That was a silly question.

Your head shot up in haste when the bell above the door chimed. Watching as your target made his way inside. Eddie Blake. He was looking much worse for wear than you expected. Your eyes subtly followed him as he made his way further into the shitty dinner. He'd gotten old, they all had.

You weren't sure why your client had you investigating him. Sure, he was worth investigating, but everything anyone needed to know was already known. He was a washed-up, unadulterated piece of shit. At least he would be interesting to watch, you doubt you'd lose your focus on this case.

You observed as he shamelessly flirted with the waitress, your waitress. She squirmed under his gaze. Her discomfort goes unnoticed, perhaps intentionally, by the man. It was disgusting.

You couldn't interview, not yet. He couldn't know you were watching him. Just sat there waiting for the moment when he'd slip up. You knew it would come. So you sat and finished your coffee, your heading still pulsating.

The day came and went. Your feet ached from all the walking. You honestly needed to hit the gym. Getting inside his home would be difficult, you couldn't follow him there. But you had to find something to give to your client. He was paying you a lot of money after all. You wouldn't dare show up empty-handed, lest your career crashes and burn before your eyes. It would be a death sentence.

So you set up camp on the roof across the way. You used your equipment to watch the man through his vast glass windows. After a while, a sense of darkness fell over you. It had been clam, to clam for your liking. You couldn't shake the feeling of dread building in your heart. But you pushed past it, getting out your camera to capture the scene.

It all happened so fast. Punches were thrown, and blood was spilt. Your head was reading as you recorded the whole encounter. The attacker's face was covered, hidden behind a lazy disguise. You propped the camera on the edge of the roof, hoping down from your post. You couldn't just sit here and watch Eddie get the shit kicked out of him.

That's when you heard it, the deafening sound of shattering glass. Your heart sank. You ran to the ledge and watched in horror as your subject crashed into the ground. The concrete around him sounded in a nauseating crack. You were sick. Your body shook as you watched the other figure vanish into the night.

Your lungs ached as you ran down the staircase. Floor after floor you flew past at breathtaking speeds. You pushed through the quickly forming crowd and got a closer look. There laid The Comedian, the infamous antihero, dead as a doornail. The world began to spin as you looked down at his corpse.

Your eyes caught sight of something yellow sticking out of the storm drain. You let your feet carry you over to it. There laid his yellow smiley face pin, painted with a fresh layer of his own blood. You picked it up between your nimble fingers and slipped it into your pocket.

You went back to the roof, gathering your stuff as you thought over your options. This would be huge for your client to get the first scoop. But something in your head told you this was no good. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were meant to see this, to gather proof. Like this was some sick game your client had in mind for you. The young, naive private investigator, desperate for a buck.

So you went against your training, storing the camera safely away from the public eye. The cops would be suspicious if they found this footage. Something you were sure no one was meant to see. It was far too easier for the stranger to get the jump on a supposed trained hero. everything about this screamed foul play. You had to get to the bottom of it. So you snuck your way in.

You took pictures of everything. Committing every detail to memory. But the sound of metal scraping against the floor caught your attention. You hid quickly, slipping into the nearest closet. You watched from the cracks as someone appeared in the window.

You'd seen this stranger before. This costume was unmistakable. Before you crotched Rorschach, another one of New York city's self-proclaimed protectors.

You stifled a breath as you watched him make his way around the apartment. It was clear he was running an investigation of his own. An investigation of the death of his... friend. It hit you harder than you thought it would. Eddie was popular, but he wasn't well-liked by any means. It was easy to forget that people could care about him. That people would miss him.

He suddenly stiffened. The hair on the back of your neck stood on edge as you watch intently. He suddenly turned to the closet, your hiding spot. Shit. You pressed yourself as far back as you could, trying to hide in the shadows, but it was too late. Rorschach was locked in on you.

You held your breath as he approached, ripping the doors open. He stared down at you, despite not having his eyes visible. You couldn't bring yourself to look away. That would look suspicious, in fact, you already look incredibly so.

Without a word he gripped your arm, ripping you violently from your hiding. You stumbled forward, desperately trying not to lose your balance. You screwed your eyes shut as you heard the sound of a pin hitting the floor. This looked bad.

A growl emitted from his throat as you stood there shell-shocked. He launched forward, gripping the pin tightly in his gloved hand after retiring it from the floor.

"I didn't do this?" You defended.

He turned his full attention back to you.

"Hiding in the apartment, Blood on your shoes and his pin in your pocket." He listed.

You glanced down at your shoes, noticing the blood for the first time that evening.

"I know what this looks like-"

"There's nothing you can say that will make this better. So if I were you, Kid, Id stop talking."

His little pet name set you off. You hated when people were condescending like that. He took after Eddie in that way. And after the day you had, you lost it.

"Don't tell me to shut up!" You growled.

He glared down at you, slightly surprised by your shift in tone.

"I have been following that asshole around all day! Working for someone whos an even bigger dickwad than he was! I'm cold and I'm wet and I'm starving. And now I have some idiot wearing a fucking spandex face mask accusing me of murder. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go scrub his blood off my shoes and go back to my shitty apartment and drink myself to sleep. I want to forget this whole stupid night!" You ranted.

Rorschach bit back a chuckle. You were a firey one, he'd give you that. It was funny that he could suspect you of murder, but not expect your sass.

"I never accused you of murder, Comedian could have laid you flat on your ass in his sleep. Seen him do it before. I simply want to know what a kid like you is doing snooping around in manners that don't concern you."

"Get this through you thick fucking skull, I;m not a child. Call me one again, that second window starting to look a bit lonely."

You knew your threat was thinly veiled at best. He knew it too. But seeing you seething with rage was amusing to the man.

"And stop staring at me with that smug expression!"

He was confused, you couldn't see his face. How could you have known? You sighed when you realised your words. You crossed your arms over your chest before offering an explanation.

"I used to be an art major, inkblot tests are kind of my speciality."

At this, the man before you finally let out a laugh. It sounded nice in your ears.

"You're just full of surprises aren't you Ki-"

"Y/N" You offered.

"Rorschach."

"Fair enough" you sighed.

You don't know why it bothered you that he didn't tell you his real name. Why would he? You hadn't even seen his face, knowing his name would be too personal. ANd you would respect that boundary.

"Look, I desperately need a shower and some nosh. I saw quite a bit and I'm willing to share with you what I know. Believe it or not, I kinda need to find his killer too. MY client is gonna kill me if I don't give him this footage, and that doesn't feel appropriate. So I'll cut you a deal. You let me help you on this case, I'll give you all the footage and photos from the day. I can tell you everyone he interacted with and where he went."

Rorschach thought it over.

"Who paid you to watch him?"

"Someone who's not very nice, couldn't exactly say no. Besides I needed the money, didn't know it would end up in a literal bloodbath. Not getting paid enough for that shit."

"You have your priorities sorted." He jeered.

"This city breeds desperation, you should know that better than anyone else. Besides, you're one to judge. Bet you've done worse just for fun."

"Ah, so you're a fan."

You couldn't hide the blush that crept onto your cheeks. You cursed yourself under your breath.

"Hardly. So what do you say Sour-face? Do we have a deal?"

"It's a date sweetheart, I'm looking forward to it."

You watched in silence as he leapt out the window, grappling hook in hand.

"New Yorkers!" You exclaimed, rolling your eyes.

AN: Ahhhh omg! I fucking love this man so much it hurts. I don't know if any of you that follow me are watchmen fans, but I've been hyperfixating on it recently. So sorry if I keep writing more. I hope you like it anyways.

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[feuillemort-imagines]

Characters I write for

Hellboy

-Hellboy

-Liz Sherman

-Abe Sapien

-Johann Kraus

-Nuada

-Nuala

-Ben Daimio

-Alice Monaghan

-Vivienne Nimue

Horror/ Slasher

-The Man

- Hannibal Lecter

-DBD killers

-ask about others

DC

-any really if I know them. Feel free to ask

Marvel

-Black Widow

-Moon Knight

-Punisher

-Daredevil

-Jessica Jones

-Any ladies

Watchmen

-Rorschach

-Dr Manhattan

-Sally Jupiter

-Laurie Jupiter

-Comedian

-Nite Owl

-Silhouette

-Hooded Justice

If you have any characters you’d like me to write for, feel free to ask!

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