Touch _ A Watchmen fic

Title: Touch

Fandom: Watchmen

Pairing: Rorschach/Daniel- BROMANCE!

Warning’s: None.

Beta: Princess Jaden.

AU: This is kinda a stupid idea that came to me this morning. I was all “Why the heck does everyone thing Rorschach doesn’t like to be touched, you think people would think he liked it after the handshake!” …So yeah. It was originally gunna link into something sexual, but then I decided to keep it to Bromance. Why Bromance? Cause well, nothing sexual is really going on here, it’s just a friendly hug, not a love confession. xD
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It's a common misconception that Walter Kovacs does not like to be touched or held. This couldn't be further from the truth. Walter would give anything for a silent non-violent touch, arms around him not repulsed, a fluttering affectionate pat on the head by someone who actually cared.

Violence he didn’t mind, in fact, sometimes he reveled in it. The clash of a fist against bare flesh, the snap and resistance of bone breaking. These feelings were honest at least, the type of contact you could trust.

What Walter really hated was pity. Having his hair lightly ruffled by one of his mother's Johns. When the workers at the home held his hand awkwardly, or put a hand on his shoulder. Pity made him break fingers. Pity lied.

This is why, after a particularly brutal gang fight, when Daniel Driberg took the smaller vigilante in his arms in a friendly but awkward bear hug, Walter did not complain. He stiffened slightly, surprised, before looking up and slowly responding. Wrapping his left arm around his partner, applying a light pressure, he shyly leaned into the other man’s body, welcoming the almost crushing grip of his partner.

It felt nice.


“…Rorschach? H-Hey, man, s’time to let go buddy.”

Rubbing on his back in small circles, the larger man looked down, a small artless smile gracing his full lips.

Was he blushing?

The smaller man gave a light squeeze before slowly inching out of the embrace.

“Hrrrm. Thank you Daniel.”

The man in the owl suit quirked his eyebrow slightly, “For what?”

Rorschach smirked a little under the mask and shook his head. Then he took the younger man’s hand in his and lead him to the owlship.