#-kir is a tremendously sappy endearment.... it means little. my little bruce....

[blorb-el]

trick or treat! 🎃

let's see... how about. the opening scene to kryptonian superbat au...... this was my nano project last year (only got to 20k or so though). i'm so tempted to like.... footnote every single scene of this bc it's mostly a labor of love towards precrisis kryptonian worldbuilding Lore <3

465 words, superbat, this scene is gen

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Kal stares at the notification. “Kelex,” he mumbles. “Why didn’t you remind me earlier?”

Kelex whirrs. “You requested not to be disturbed.”

…fair enough. They’d been busy on the ride back from the conference. Very busy. But now, Kal has to wake up his husband. Best to get it over with quickly.

He opens the shadowed door, wincing at the soft rumbling snore. Pads across to the bed, and slides in. Brus shifts towards him, and Kal kisses his forehead regretfully.

“Brus,” he murmurs. “Brus-kir.”

A furrow appears on that brow. Kal brushes a lock of hair away, cupping his husband’s face, and slowly, one of Brus’s pale eyes cracks open. “Kal,” he mumbles. “You’re insatiable.”

Kal should have woken him up differently, maybe. “Brus. Light of my life. Sun to my moons.”

“What do you want,” Brus mumbles, but his lips curve up ever so slightly.

“Can you talk to the :dhosurro tomorrow morning?”

A grunt. That eye shutters closed for a second. “Why.”

“It’s science, zrhymin. I forgot I had an appointment.”

Another grunt. Brus turns to bury his face into the pillow. Kal goes in for the kill. “It’s for Kim-Da’s class. It’s for the children, Brus...”

A strangled sigh into the pillow, and then Brus turns over to look at him again. “Fine,” he agrees. “But you owe me.”

Kal kisses him, and Brus kisses sleepily back. “Oh?” he breathes against his husband’s lips, and Brus makes a noncommittal noise.

“How about you wake me up better next time,” he mumbles, and Kal buries his forehead into Brus’s shoulder.

“Agreed.”

“When do I need to talk to your plants?”

Kal winces. “Two wohl thirty dendahr.”

Brus fishes for the pillow and puts it back over his face.

“It’s science, zrhymin.”

Brus heaves another sigh, and then slides the pillow down to eye Kal, hair messy. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

Kal melts a little. “I-“

He’s about to say I know. I love you too. I love you so much.

Instead there’s a twinge of pain in his chest.

I don’t understand why you love me so much.

He doesn’t say it. He doesn’t say anything, but something in his face must change, because Brus reads him. Brus reads him like he always reads him, like he’s an open book. His eyebrows draw down a little, and he reaches out, touching Kal in the center of his chest, flattening his palm right over Kal’s heart, where the ache lies. “Kal. I love you,” he says, softly.

The pain sharpens a second, and Kal squeezes his eyes shut, reaches up to clasp Brus’s hand in his own. Hold on to him, hold him closer. He lets out a shuddering breath. “I love you too.”

Thank you, he thinks, but doesn’t say.