OH NO, IT'S THE LAST PART, I ALREADY MISS THIS FIC! But part of me is glad that we're not getting the 150k version in which Clark is furious at Bruce for ages and they're icy bitter exes until they make up again (although I totally would have read that, too), because HAPPY ENDING AND HAPPINESS! :DDD
But he's never been a particularly strong man. Not in the ways that matter. Here we go for a last "oh, Bruce". It just kills me, Bruce becoming completely undone by Clark's gentleness. The desperation and his fear that Clark will change his mind, aaaaaah. <3
"But I think we can wait on trying out make-up sex until nobody has any broken bones. Just—talk to me. Please. Just talk to me." Make-up sex with broken bones would be easier. But Bruce doesn't tell him that. Ah, I was wrong, another "oh, Bruce". ;D Also, unf, that make-up sex after Bruce got better must be HOT. :D I really love how hard Clark is trying to go about this in ways that will work for Bruce, like not actually making him talk all that much, but guessing and letting Bruce say yes or no. It's so satisfying after all this to see Clark figuring Bruce out and learning how to speak Bat. ;D
soothing, like he's talking to something small and scared instead of the man who tried to kill him Claaaaaaaaaark, oh my god, Clark, you sweetheart. And it kills me that Bruce just can't stop thinking of himself that way. AND OF COURSE HE STAYED WITH BRUCE WHILE BRUCE WAS SLEEPING, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH. After all those times Bruce refused to sleep in one bed with him.
Bruce killed him and fucked him and lied to him, and he's come back every time, he's come back and he's stayed. And if all that isn't enough to keep him away— Bruce just looks at him, for a long time; looks at him and feels the want build up, that deep slow tide Bruce keeps finding himself so helpless against. And then he lets himself reach out—lets himself slide his hand into Clark's where it lies on the pillow. My heaaaaaaaaaart. I'm so happy and grinning like an idiot. And oooooooh, that ending is so good, considering that all of this was so full of identity porn and lies about who Bruce is. <3
I cannot thank you enough for filling my little prompt so wonderfully, dear braintwin author! Not in a million years had I hoped for something so epic and amazing and detailed when I posted that prompt. You are absolutely incredible and too kind and too generous and I loved every instalment of this fic. I'm going to miss it a lot, but I'm looking forward to whatever else you're going to write next. You said something about forced soulbonding, right? Not that that's my prompt, too. O:-) But right, exchange assignments come first, obviously. No, but in all seriousness, this was incredible, thank you so, so much. <3
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (24/24)
But he's never been a particularly strong man. Not in the ways that matter.
Here we go for a last "oh, Bruce". It just kills me, Bruce becoming completely undone by Clark's gentleness. The desperation and his fear that Clark will change his mind, aaaaaah. <3
"But I think we can wait on trying out make-up sex until nobody has any broken bones. Just—talk to me. Please. Just talk to me."
Make-up sex with broken bones would be easier. But Bruce doesn't tell him that.
Ah, I was wrong, another "oh, Bruce". ;D Also, unf, that make-up sex after Bruce got better must be HOT. :D I really love how hard Clark is trying to go about this in ways that will work for Bruce, like not actually making him talk all that much, but guessing and letting Bruce say yes or no. It's so satisfying after all this to see Clark figuring Bruce out and learning how to speak Bat. ;D
soothing, like he's talking to something small and scared instead of the man who tried to kill him
Claaaaaaaaaark, oh my god, Clark, you sweetheart. And it kills me that Bruce just can't stop thinking of himself that way. AND OF COURSE HE STAYED WITH BRUCE WHILE BRUCE WAS SLEEPING, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH. After all those times Bruce refused to sleep in one bed with him.
Bruce killed him and fucked him and lied to him, and he's come back every time, he's come back and he's stayed. And if all that isn't enough to keep him away—
Bruce just looks at him, for a long time; looks at him and feels the want build up, that deep slow tide Bruce keeps finding himself so helpless against. And then he lets himself reach out—lets himself slide his hand into Clark's where it lies on the pillow.
My heaaaaaaaaaart. I'm so happy and grinning like an idiot. And oooooooh, that ending is so good, considering that all of this was so full of identity porn and lies about who Bruce is. <3
I cannot thank you enough for filling my little prompt so wonderfully, dear braintwin author! Not in a million years had I hoped for something so epic and amazing and detailed when I posted that prompt. You are absolutely incredible and too kind and too generous and I loved every instalment of this fic. I'm going to miss it a lot, but I'm looking forward to whatever else you're going to write next.
You said something about forced soulbonding, right? Not that that's my prompt, too. O:-) But right, exchange assignments come first, obviously.No, but in all seriousness, this was incredible, thank you so, so much. <3