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Loafs of Love

So a post came across my dash - This one here, between @blanche-elizabeth-devereaux and @laureliciousdefinition. And this is entirely their fault. I don't do modern AUs...but...if either(both) of you would like feel free to let me know what your name is on AO3 and I'll mark the fic as a gift to you there.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Relationship: Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith (Also John/Abigail and Hosea/Dutch mentioned) Characters: Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Abigail Roberts Marston, Other Characters Mentioned Additional Tags: modern day AU, just domestic fun, no one dies, Dutch somehow didn't ruin everything

Posted on AO3 for viewing pleasure, but also bellow the cut.

Arthur tapped his foot softly, humming a song that probably didn't actually exist. One that Hosea had sung when he and John were young. One that frequently changed the lyrics. Even little Jack was picking up on the fact that the song did not have the same lyrics when it was sung. And he was barely a year old yet. Not that Hosea accepted anyone telling him so. He would point out that Dutch agreed with him, the song was whatever he had sung at the time. It became a joke between him and John. The pencil eraser found its way to his lower lip as Arthur frowned down at the rough sketch on his book. It still was not quite what he wanted. But he could not figure out what was wrong with it. Deciding to put it off for another time Arthur turned his attention to the couch on the other side of the room, where the sun was barely touching. His lips curled, he grabbed his sketch book, spun in his chair so his back was to the desk and began sketching again. 

Charles was snoring softly, a novel opened on his chest, Arthur doubted it was on the page he had been reading judging by the way it had fallen. Charles mouth slightly open and a small wet spot forming on the arm of the couch, one arm across his chest, the other dangling down with his fingers lightly touching one of their dogs. The other was stretched out on the sunny patch. Arthur bit his lip and flipped a page to sketch another picture, focusing in on the hand touching the dog instead of Charles' face.

Then Charles' phone rang and he jerked awake with a snort. Arthur turned his chair back around as he listened to his lover's sleepy voice while answering the phone and the grumble of their dog having to move as Charles swung his feet over the side of the couch to sit up straight.

"No, I wasn't doing anything." Charles muffled a yawn while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He glanced over at Arthur who had stopped humming at some point when he had fallen asleep. Standing up Charles walked over to take a look at the sketch he was working on. He slid his arm around the other man's shoulders and rested his chin on his head while looking down at the growing design for a new painting. Charles chuckled when he recognized the wedding ring on the sketch finger over a hastily sketched dog knowing it matched the one on his own finger. Unconsciously Charles rubbed his thumb against the smooth band with a slow smile pulling the corners of his mouth up. After finishing the conversation with his father, Charles moved his hand from Arthur's shoulder and tipped his head up so they were looking at each other and gently pressed a kiss against his husband's lips.

Arthur smiled into the kiss with a warm hum, dropping his pencil to the sketch pad on the desk and reached up to loop his hand around the back of Charles' neck and pull him a bit closer. Charles braced his hand on the desk, careful not to disturb the careful organized chaos that was there while slowly deepening the kiss, moving his hand into Arthur's hair. Charles carefully pulled Arthur and his chair away from the desk, sliding his hands to Arthur's sides after turning the chair to face him, and then pulling Arthur to his feet and slowly making his way back to the couch. Arthur arched his neck back after Charles laid him down on the couch, moving his hands to Charles' shirt and beginning to open the buttons while the other man's mouth moved down to his neck. Charles was slowly pushing Arthur's shirt up.

"Mom and dad are going to be here tomorrow." Charles warned, moving his mouth over the bunched shirt to press his mouth against the other man's navel.

"WHAT?!" Arthur sat up forcing Charles to rock back on his heels or risk being toppled over off the couch. Arthur glared at his husband, straightening his clothing while pushing his husband back. "You couldn't have warned me weeks ago?"

"I didn't know weeks ago." Charles sighed and sat on the couch with a sigh. He knew he should have waited to tell his husband until later. But if they had continued instead of giving Arthur time to bake the goodie basket that he knew he would want to make for his parents, then Charles knew he would be in trouble. Possibly even left sleeping on the couch.

"You're going to the store." Arthur pointed at his husband before walking towards the door. Charles sighed but stood up, listening to the sound of dog nails clicking against the wooden floor as both dogs followed with huffing grumbling sounds. Charles was going to open his mouth and ask if it was really necessary, couldn't Arthur just make chocolate chip cookies? His parents would understand after all, it is a surprise visit. But Arthur must be reading his mind because after scribbling a list out on a note pad he pushed it against Charles' chest with a glare. Charles sighed again but took the note before leaning in and stealing a kiss. 

"Alright. But I want banana pudding too." 

"Then add bananas and vanilla pudding to the list!" Arthur called as Charles walked out the door, letting the dogs run out into their yard. 

Charles was pushing his cart around a corner, staring at the list in his hand to confirm that he had everything, when something ran into his legs. Jerking slightly Charles turned his head and looked down to see a smiling boy with a missing tooth.

"Jack," Charles grinned down at the boy, looking up as Abigail came walking towards them. "Abigail."

"Hello Charles." She grinned looking at the supplies in his cart and grinning more. "Arthur watching a new baking show?"

"Parents surprise visit tomorrow." Charles sighed. The woman laughed at his expense.

"Well maybe I'll have to tell John and we can drop in for a surprise visit to his brother and get some goodies too." Abigail winked at him.

"Didn't Hosea teach him to cook too?" Charles grinned.

"If you want to let him burn down your house that's your business." Abigail laughed bumping her hip against him before gathering Jack, reminding him to tell his uncle bye and maybe they would be able to convince daddy to let them go see both Jack's uncles tomorrow.

Charles made a mental note to warn Arthur as soon as he got home. He knew Abigail would tell John to text his brother, but assuming John remembered and didn't get distracted by something else, Arthur rarely remembered to check his phone. Charles could not even be sure it was charged at any given moment.

Arriving at home, the dogs nearly tripped Charles as he went inside. He placed the bags where Arthur pointed before stepping back and smiling at his husband. There was flour in his hair, some kind of batter smeared across his cheek, and his eyes had that warm sparkle that Charles had fallen in love with. Watching him sketching birds out in a park.

"What?" Arthur smiled when he looked up at Charles, his gaze softening a bit as he tipped his head.

"Just watching." Charles grinned. Arthur rolled his eyes but they both knew he honestly had not expected anything different. He pulled some cinnamon sticks out and started crushing it in a mortar and pestle. 

"Feed the animals." Arthur waved a flour covered hand towards the door. Charles laughed but obediently went out to feed their horses and the dogs. 

"We should order pizza tomorrow." Charles said walking back into the kitchen to continue watching his husband as he whipped something in bowl. "Abigail and Jack were at the store."

Arthur huffed a laugh. "Probably call Dad and Pops then. Might as well make a thing."

"Alright." Charles pulled his phone out to call Hosea, knowing he would be the one to know if they already had plans or not. 

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Excerpt from a current WIP fanfiction

Tsu'tey tensed as his mate began struggling beneath him. A thrill shooting down his spine at the fire spitting from.the warrior's eyes. Jake's mouth opened but then the words he was going to snarl choked in his throat. Jake's eyes rolled back and his body went limp beneath Tsu'tey.

"Jake?" Tsu'tey stared down at the still warrior, releasing his hands to grip the relaxed face instead. His mate wasn't dead, the ripping pain he would feel if he was didn't strike him, but Tsu'tey did feel a deep hollow echo in his body as of they were suddenly separated by a great distance even as he straddled his mate's waist.

A snarl ripped from Tsu'tey's throat. The sky people had done something to his mate.

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Heads up, Seven up

I got a few tags for this...So i'm gonna squish them all into one

Thank you all for the tags @mrbexwrites here @squarebracket-trickster here @mthollowell-writes here

No pressure tagging but because it's funny to me too - Throwing the tag back at @squarebracket-trickster, and because of her post @sarahlizziewrites. And then @kaylinalexanderbooks, @winterandwords, @oh-no-another-idea, @squarebracket-trickster, @aquadestinyswriting, and throwing on open tagging(I'm cheating anyways...I write I don't need to know how to count)

My lines are bellow the break

Cheating a little, I just did some last line tag sooo I went with the last WIP I opened before that one and grabbed those lines instead.

It will be from my Sparrington Soulmate AU - it's the morning after so things are implied

James grumbled under his breath as consciousness started returning to him. He could not remember sleeping so well for years and was reluctant to give it up. There were strong wiry arms wrapped around him though and a slight pounding in his head that told him he had drank far too much the night before. Since loosing his commission that wasn't all that uncommon. Though he had no idea where he was. The last thing he could remember was being on Sparrow's ship. So the question was, which crew member he- "Mornin' Love." Jack mumbled pressing his face into the back of James' neck, lightly mouthing at it and pressing his hips forward so James could feel how good of a morning he thought it was. And if it gave the other an idea or two, Jack was not going to complain.  James could feel panic clawing up his chest, trying to grab ahold of his throat and choke him even as the other man  seemed to noticed that something was very wrong and stopped pawing at him. James felt Jack shift behind him until he could lean over him, frowning down at him

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Out of context line tag

I was tagged by @squarebracket-trickster here, thank you for the tag!

Rules: Share an out of context line from your WIP.

From my fantasy thrupple western romance -

"Better, clean my gun." Clara narrowed her eyes at the elf who grinned at her. He leaned forward and stole another kiss before sitting back and began cleaning the gun again.

No pressure tagging: @winterandwords, @oh-no-another-idea, @tephis, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, and leaving an open tag

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WIPS badly summarized

This one i was tagged by @mthollowell-writes here

No pressure tagging - @wren-of-the-woods, @oh-no-another-idea, @void-botanist, @winterandwords, and leaving an open tag

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I got an ask bounced back at me by @blind-the-winds here.

It turns out I've written a lot more this week than I thought I did. Including in a piece I haven't worked on in a while. But here it is!

"Go away." Alison's voice drew Beth from her memories she looked up at the where the pack alpha had his hands in the air eyeing the wooden spoon pointing at his chest distrustfully.

"You're holding my mate hostage." Duncan lifted his gaze up to Beth pleadingly.

"She's helpful. You best just find yourself back where you came from." Alison shook the spoon more. "You're not too old for me to put in the corner!"

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I tried posting this way too late last night but the Tumblr app did Tumblr app things and I lost it and wasn't gonna fight it again. So...

Here it is! A new fanfiction.

No beta, I never have done one so *shrugs*

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Grimm (TV)

Relationship: Nick Burkhardt/Monroe

Characters: Nick Burkhardt, Monroe (Grimm)

Additional Tags: Sex Pollen, Friends to Lovers, Knotting, No BetaWe die like humans

Summery: Nick shows up at Monroe's after some grimm work left him feeling a bit odd. He knows Monroe can help. He always has.

Words: 2803

AO3 link for those that prefer reading there.

And as always, story below he cut for those wanting to read here.

Monroe sighed with relief when the familiar name flashed on his phone. He hit the answer button, thankful his friend was okay. He knew that Nick's job was dangerous, he was a cop after all, and a Grimm. Monroe knew that his friend put himself in danger sometimes deeper than others. But he still worried every time he did. He wanted to say it was just what he did, it was the appropriate response to a friend being in trouble. But he knew the truth, Nick was special. Nick called to instincts Monroe did not want to admit he had for the other man. He doubted the other man would even appreciate the instincts. So Monroe pushed them down and back, because having Nick as his friend would always mean more than the fact that he could physically overpower the other man. Pin him down and - once again Monroe ripped his thoughts from the path they wanted to take.

"Yo, Nick, you're okay?" Monroe rolled his shoulders and was able to stop the nervous pacing.

"Yeah..or well as okay as I'm gonna be." Nick answered, he was panting heavily.

"That doesn't sound good."

Nick's laugh was forced. "Got hit with...something. It's making me twitchy."

"Something?" Monroe started pacing again as he picked up the strain in his friend's voice. "Twitchy?"

"Yeah. It's...I really don't know. I don't want to be alone though." Nick's voice caught slightly. "Can I come over?"

"Yeah of course." Monroe did not hesitate. He needed to see Nick, reassure himself that the other man was safe. And if Nick wanted to come to his place and give him the opportunity, well Monroe was not going to pass up such an opportunity. Even if Nick would just think the scenting was comforting because they were friends.

Monroe managed to not continue pacing while he waited for Nick to get back. He managed to make them both cups of tea, knowing Nick would laugh at it. He did not manage to drink any of it himself. He couldn't bring himself to drink it. His mind still circling around the limited information Nick gave him. His Grimm was alive, he knew that was good, but he had sounded strange enough that he could not stifle his worry for the other man.

And then there was a knock on his door. Monroe was opening it before he even confirmed that it was Nick on the other side. He took a deep breath, ready to let Nick's familiar scent wash over and sooth his frayed nerves. But It was not just Nick's scent that washed over him. There was another scent laced over him that he could not quite identify. Monroe was reaching out and pulling Nick into his house before he realized what he was doin. Nick stumbled after him but made no effort to fight him.

"Fuck it's kinda hot in here. Why's it so hot?" Nick was panting and had a layer of sweat coating his skin. Monroe pushed his nose into Nick's neck and inhaled deeply. A moan left his throat as the scent pulsed through his body and straight to his cock. He licked at the flesh and Nick moaned in return. It was a sound Monroe had wanted to hear from the other man for so long he could barely believe that this was happening. Nick was in his arms. Monroe pressed his body harder against the Grimm's body and pinned him to the wall. Nick's fingers were tangled in Monroe's hair. Holding him closer, pulling him closer. Monroe felt his cock pulsing in his jeans as he rocked them forward and felt an answering hardness press back against him. It was perfect. Just what he had wanted. Nick to come home to him, to seek him out for comfort after a stressful investigation.

But that wasn't their lives.

It had never been their lives.

Monroe pulled away despite every instinct in his body demanding he pin the cop down and rip his clothes from his body. That he claim what he wanted as his. Despite Nick's grasping hands struggling to pull him back and hold him close. When Monroe managed to meet his eyes his his heart sunk. Nick's eyes were dilated. Hardly any iris visible. But around the slim iris available was a ring of red and yellow swirling together.

"Ah man...you've been drugged." Monroe realized that was the strange scent. Some kind of aphrodisiac. Probably soaking into Nick's system through his skin on his clothes. He pulled away from the other man who was still trying to pull him closer. "I think you should take a shower."

"Take it with me?" Nick whispered. Monroe knew he shouldn't do this. Knew that they should do anything else except this. But he was only a man. He had excellent self control but everyone had their limits.

"Nick, we can't." Monroe tried again, he couldn't pull away though. Nick's arms were still around Monroe's neck and he seemed to have no intention of letting the other man pull away. Monroe knew he could break away easily enough, he was more than strong enough to get away from the Grimm. But he really did not want to. "You're gonna hate me when this wears off."

"Not gonna hate you." Nick was whispering cuddling closer. His mouth was moving against Monroe's neck. Monroe couldn't help himself, he started growing in response to having a mouth on his throat. But Nick clearly was not concerned about the sound as he only moaned against his throat, sucking on Monroe's Adam's apple. "Please. Need you. Only you. Monroe, please."

Monroe closed his eyes and tipped his head back, with his chest still vibrating as the other man sucked at his neck, his dull human teeth scrapping against the blutbad's skin. He knew he really should walk away. Really should send Nick home, tell him to shower and let whatever was affecting him like this wash away. Maybe they could laugh about it later. But then Nick's hand slid down and cupped his hardened cock through his pants and Monroe could not fight against the instincts demanding he claim the other man.

Monroe pulled Nick from the wall, bending his head down to attack Nick's neck instead of letting him mouth his neck. Nick moaned and wrapped his legs around Monroe when the other man lifted him up. The woge ripped through Monroe's body on the heels of his arousal. Nick did not flinch from his sharp teeth or claws and that made his cock throb more. Monroe's claws dug easily through the Grimm's pants, Nick lifted his hips to help slide the fabric from his body. Monroe did not pause before fisting the other man's shirt and popping the buttons as he ripped it open.

"Wanted you for so long." Monroe panted as he lowered his mouth down to Nick's nipple and sucked it into as hard of a point as their cocks had become. Nick's hands had pushed open Monroe's shirt, and pushed his hands into his pants. Nick's hands were not as calloused as Monroe's own were but they were still far from smooth as they ran up and down Monroe's shaft. Monroe nipped at his neck again but was careful to not break the skin as Nick pushed his pants down.

"Gonna take such good care of you." Monroe moaned as he spread the lube over his fingers, rolling it around to warm it up before sliding his fingers in. Nick moaned and pressed back towards his touch. Monroe's mouth was against his shoulder. He felt the sharp edges of Monroe's teeth, knew that there was a danger in letting his teeth too close. Monroe could tear him apart. But Nick could not bring himself to care. He knew there was no chance of Monroe hurting him. Monroe would never actually want to hurt him. Monroe was his best friend. He had been there for Nick every step of his journey as a grimm. Nick could not imagine being a grimm without Monroe. And at the moment all that mattered was convincing Monroe to hurry it up and stick his cock into his ass.

"Please. Fuck. Monroe, please fuck me already." Nick gasped arching back towards him in a desperate attempt to get his fingers in deeper.

"Easy. Nick, easy." Monroe forced himself to focus on the task on hand. He could not rush this. He knew he would probably never get another chance to have Nick in his bed again regardless, but even less likely if he rushed and did some kind of damage to Nick. Not that he would ever forgive himself if he hurt nick during sex. In a fight, by accident, was something he could live with. But doing that harm during sex, during a moment of so much intimacy, Monroe could not think of it. He did not want to dwell on it.

Nick continued to whine and whimper while Monroe continued stretching him open, the blutbad's voice a harsh growl praise in Nick's ear and he could feel his cock twitching each time Monroe's chest vibrated against him. And then Monroe was pulling his fingers from Nick's body. Nick wanted more than the fingers in his ass, but having nothing was horrible. He turned his head, ready to snarl a threat that he was not sure would be empty at Monroe. A surprised yelp left Nick's throat when Monroe shoved his cock into Nick in replacement.

"Shit, Nick. I'm sorry." Monroe froze. He had thought that maybe if he went in all at once it would make it easier for the human. He started pulling out, intending to remove himself completely from the other's body. "This was a bad idea."

"Please. Fuck." Nick pressed his hips back towards Monroe. Trying to form words through his shaky breathing and the firing nerves of pleasure through his body was proving to be more difficult than Nick would have ever thought. "Don't stop. God please, Monroe, please. Need you."

Monroe inhaled deeply. He was sure he was going to smell pain maybe even hate. He was only engulfed by the human's arousal though and a moan ripped from his throat as he rolled his hips forward again and sunk his cock back into Nick's willing body. Nick draped himself fully over Nick's back, focused on thrusting his hips at a steady pace in and out of his human. Monroe's teeth scrapped Nick's throat and neck, dangerously close to breaking the skin as his claws sunk into Nick's hips. Nick was gasping on every sharp push of Monroe's hips.

"Look at you. Taking me so good. You're being so good for me. Fuck." Monroe groaned rubbing his face against Nick's neck and inhaling his scent deeply. "You're so good. You take me so well."

"Jesus Christ." Nick's cock twitched beneath Monroe's praise. He reached down to start stroking himself in time with Monroe's thrusts. He groaned and pressed his hips back while the blutbad snarled and tightened his grip further and pulled his hips flush against Monroe's own hips.

Monroe pressed his face between Nick's shoulder blades and snarled when he felt Nick tightening around his cock. Monroe released a slow breath and felt his cock throb as he did his best to keep himself from coming, not knowing if Nick would be sensible if he came and knotted the human. He was sure normal humans did not have a knot and he was not sure that Nick would understand or appreciate the act.

"Please. Fuck, Monroe, want to feel you cum. Come on." Nick snarled, his own balls tightening as he struggled to hold off his own orgasm.

"You don't know what you're asking for." Monroe groaned trying to pull out. But then Nick shoved back against him and Monroe could not resist the temptation of the warm body wrapped around his cock. Monroe groaned feeling his knot starting to expand while he held Nick pressed tightly back against him. Monroe pressed his teeth into Nick's shoulder with just enough control to not break the skin despite every instinct in his body screaming for him to do just that. Nick's body tightened further around him as the human shouted his own release.

Monroe carefully maneuvered them over to their sides so he wouldn't rip his knot out of Nick and hurt either of them. He curled their bodies way from the cooling stain of the grimm's cum. He lapped gently at the abused and bruised skin on Nick's neck.

Nick's muscles twitched around Monroe and he experimentally shifted his hips. Nick flinched when something tugged with the potential of causing pain. Monroe's large hand spread across his abdomen and pulled him back against him firmly.

"Don't move." Monroe growled in warning.

"Your dick grew." Nick whispered as he slowly caught his breath.

"It's called a knot." Monroe admitted.

"Like a dog?" Nick's voice rose in alarm.

"It's a wessen thing. Well some wessen. Not all. It's okay Nick. I promise it doesn't-" Monroe cut off when Nick was shaking in his arms. It took him a moment before he realized the grimm was gasping for breath because he was laughing.

"When I bring you a rawhide-"

"I'll beat you to death with it." Monroe growled playfully tightening his grip around Nick and nuzzling the nape of his neck. They laid in silence for a moment while Nick caught his breath. "You're really okay?"

"Well I don't fell like I'm gonna die if I don't get fucked so..." Nick shrugged. He did not want to have this conversation with his back to Monroe and the blutbad's cock still up his ass but he knew his friend would not let it go easily either. "Thanks for...you could have sent me away. This was asking a lot, I know."

Monroe chewed on his lip for a moment, it sounded like Nick was willing to keep their relationship the same as it always had been. Monroe didn't want that though. He wanted it to change. "It really wasn't."

"What?" Nick stiffened in his arms, Monroe tightened his grip so the grimm would not pull away.

"Asking a lot." Monroe his his face in Nick's shoulder and felt his face heating up. "It really wasn't. I've thought about...for some time now."

"You've thought about me showing up horny out of my mind and your cock being the cure?

"No!" Monroe lifted his head and met Nick's gaze as the grimm looked over his shoulder at him. "I'd never want you to be hurt. In any way. I just...you're not a bad looking guy, Nick, you have to know that, and-"

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"How long have you wanted to fuck me?"

"Since I pinned you down after busting through my window to tackle you in my back yard."

"Oh."

"It doesn't mean anything Nick." Monroe hated the tone that Nick uttered that one syllable with. "Our relationship doesn't have to change at all if you don't want it too. We'll drink some beers and pretend it never happened."

"And if I want it to mean something?" Nick turned away from Monroe's gaze, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks. He felt Monroe's cock starting to shrink.

"Then I'm afraid I may keep you in this bed for the rest of the weekend." Monroe pulled his cock from Nick once his knot went down. Rolling his human onto his back and settling his weight on him. "Can I kiss you?"

Nick reached up and pulled Monroe's mouth down to his instead of answering. Monroe could still smell the heavy scent of their arousal in the air, but most importantly Nick no longer smelled heavily of that strange scent he had shown up with. The decisions here were there's to make not that of some uncontrollable outside force. Monroe knew Nick could handle a lot, but maybe he would wait until later to discuss the possibility of being mates. Enjoy sharing their body heat a bit longer.

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I've been shopping Bowuigi for Moore than a short time. I started writing this fic over a month ago. I very rarely remember to share the fics I've posted here buuuuuut since my dashboard is flooded with these two I remembered!

And because I can I may as well do my older one too.

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Trick or Treat? 👻

(Event Post)

🍭 Oooh a treat!

A story that is still a month or so away from getting any kind of major announcement and snips exposed buut...

Fated mates, werewolves, love it all.

"Are you going to kill me?" Amatus flinched at his own question. He brought his hands up to cover his mouth, doing his best to try to bow to the lord, that was something that was done he was sure. Bowing down to lords. But he never bowed once in his life, he was not sure how to do it while being embraced by the one he was bowing too. His apologies were muffled by the hands over his mouth. "No." Priamos gasped at his mate's question, his arms tightening reflexively around the smaller male to protect him from any and all danger that would potentially rain down on them. "You're my mate. I kill for you. I die with you."

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Tens but...[tag game]

I was tagged by @oh-no-another-idea here

Rules: List your OCs as “tens but” to give us a not at all comprehensive scope of their characters

And I'm going to no pressure tag @sharkielord(I know you want to see these characters anyways), @mrbexwrites, @squarebracket-trick, @mariahwritesstuff, @author-a-holmes, @wildswrites, @moonandris, @late-to-the-fandom, and then slamming in an open tag

I'm doing the Wilson siblings! Because why not.

Jason: He's a ten but thinks shooting things is an appropriate response to anything that irritates him.

Gage: He's a ten but likes hostess snowballs way too much

Carol Anne: Is a ten but she will not listen to a bad word about her twin unless she says it.

Carrie: Is a ten but is laterally not attached to reality

Cujo: Is a ten but can't see it in himself.

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Heads Up 7 Up

My main account got tagged by @mrbexwrites here, @rachaellawrites here,

The Rules: Share seven lines of your WIP and tag seven people to do the same.

No pressure tagging: @oh-no-another-idea, @sharkielord, @eponymoussquared, @squarebracket-trick, @aquadestinyswriting, @blind-the-winds, @writernopal

Me? I've started another WIP because I need another. This one is a Full House A/B/O fic and here are a quick seven lines from it!

"...no." Jesse said slowly prepared to bolt if the alpha moved to get off the couch. But Joey only glanced over his shoulder occasionally but didn't make any move towards the omega as he ate his cereal. "I was just....when did you get home?" "Mmmmm...about 1:30 this morning?" Joey tipped his head back against the couch and scratched his cheek. "Didn't want to wake the girls or anything but I left a note for Danny on the fridge."

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Find the word

Catching up on my tag games(I don't think it's been months this time! I'm giving myself a cookie for that).

I was tagged by @mrbexwrites here. Go give that post some love peeps.

No pressure tagging - @oh-no-another-idea, @winterandwords, @tephis, @rachaellawrites, and then throwing in an open tag

Your words, should you choose to accept the quest, are: Technology, Wagon, Paper, Chain

As always, my snips are bellow the cut

CW/TW - Sex

eyebrow - From the comic I swear I will finish eventually

PANEL <1> Nik floating in the lab. He's 'sitting' crisscross with his elbow resting on his knee and his cheek resting in his hand. His other arm rests on his other leg with his hand dangling down. He isn't smiling. His eyes are glued on Lykos who his hunched over a work bench NIK I remember the first time I saw you. LYKOS When I tried to kill you? I'd remember that too. NIK No. Then you were just another meaningless villain. PANEL <2> Nik touching down to stand in front of lykos who has turned around to stare up at him from where he stays sitting in his chair. Lykos has one eyebrow raised, a soldering tools still in hand NIK At your trial. They asked why you'd done it. You said- PANEL <3> Lykos' face closed off and hard. eyes flat string up at Nik. Blank emotions LYKOS -because no one deserves to be saved over someone else and I wanted to show them anyone could die.

lips - From the Orc/Elf/Human fantasy western story

Clara looked at the orc still standing by the door and shivered while watching him open his pants enough to pull out his own cock. She watched as it hardened with his golden gaze locked on the gun Andrew moved between her thighs. His lips peeled back revealing his fangs while Clara twisted slightly in her bonds.

nose - From Werewolf "Beauty and the Beast"

Levin returned and together they devoured the deer he had brought down. Priamos' mate barely stirred when Priamos shifted around and he was reluctant to wake his mate. But sun rise was not far off on his mate could be injured by the transformation if he was too close. So Priamos poked his mate with his nose with increasing pressure until he slowly blinked and stayed in a sitting position long enough for Priamos to pull away. His mate was groggily rubbing his eyes and yawning, Priamos could not resist the urge to lean forward and run his tongue along side his face. His mate gasped and scrambled away from him. Priamos whimpered and laid his head on his paws staring at his mate. The human was frightened again and looking between Priamos, Levin who lounged not far away only half paying them attention, and the decimated deer carcass.

fingers - From You Spino Me Right 'Round

Vitale watched his mate squirm on the nest, moving his small limbs until he was curled on his side with his fingers holding tightly to one of the pelts that had Vitale's scent the heaviest on it. Once he was sure his mate was settled Vitale shifted back to the form he spent most of his time in and curled his large body around his mate. He rested his head along his back so his mate was supported, and letting him push him gently into his own side, beneath his forearm so his claws could curl protectively around the small creature and keep him safe. making it easy for Vitale to snatch him up if danger came.

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trick or treat!! ✨ ~ @alesseia

Have some candy 🍫 from my Sparrington fic! Fingers cross I'll finish it before the end of the year.

James glared at Jack. "Couldn't sleep." "Rum can fix that, Love." Jack held his bottle of run with a crooked grin. He shook the bottle lightly at James encouragingly. James glared for a bit more before reaching out and grabbing the bottle. Jack grinned more, his smile widening like he had just been given the best gift in the world when James tipped the bottle back. James watched when Jack took the bottle back and took a long drink, licking the rim of the bottle with far too much sparkle in his eyes as he stared at James. James narrowed his eyes not sure what the pirate captain thought he was doing.  "Lovely night yes?" Jack slid his arm around James' shoulders and passed the bottle back to him while leading him towards the upper deck. "'Suppose so." James reluctantly agreed feeling shivers along his spine while the scent of sea salt and rum curled around him from the other man.  "Do you know any songs and dances?" Jack grinned pulling James towards where the pirate had tied the wheel to maintain course while he did god only knew what.  "Do I know what?" James snagged the bottle back from the other man. His mind was becoming blessedly foggy

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WIP Intro and Outro Song tag

I was tagged by @talesofsorrowandofruin and you can see her post here.

This was hard? Like I listen to music all the time while writing but there's no real connection between what I write and what I'm listening to. I just really like Nickleback.

Because I know if I don't do Wanted: 'Til Death (My gay western Robin Hood finally has a name!) @sapphicwitchstudio will just demand I do...Sooo

Intro I'm going with: On My Way by Alex Lahey(side note, if you haven't seen The Mitchells vs The Machines I highly recommend it)

And Outro I'm going with Outlaws by Delta Rae

Softly tagging @author-a-holmes, @kaiusvnoir, @writernopal, @mariahwritesstuff, @mthollowell-writes, and then leaving an open tag for anyone else who would like to jump in.

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What's this? Another NEW fic in less than 24 hours? Why yes. Yes it is.

In a FB group, someone made a comment about these two dating when Clark doesn't know Batman's secret identity. And I love fake relationships sooo...

Rating: Explicit Category: M/M Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Superman All Media Types(not really based in any one verse) Relationship: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Martha Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, other's mentioned Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Secret Identity, finding out about secret identity, Secret Identity Revealed, Pining, friends(kinda) to lovers Words: 4,691

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For those that don't the story is bellow the cut!

It was supposed to be simple. Just publicity. Playboy Bruce Wayne and the man of steel Superman. And Wayne had agreed to it. He had smiled and laughed when it was proposed to him. It rubbed Clark wrong to be used that way. To be nothing more than another notch in the pile of Wayne flings was not something the boy from Kansas had ever planned for himself. But Clark had agreed. When he had brought it up to the League he had expected the dark knight of Gotham to list logical reasons not to...but when Clark had turned his blue eyes to him the bat was surprised. 

"Why would I say no?" Batman had growled in the voice that always sent a shiver down Clark's spine. Clark had always hoped for a closer relationship with the secretive man, they worked well together. Clark had grown to look forward to his dry wit. He knew it was one sided. Knew the other man would never actually see him the way he wanted to be seen. But it had still hurt so damn much to be told that he should date, even fake date, someone else.

With Batman in agreement to the plan the rest of the league agreed easily enough so the whirlwind affair between the man of steel of Metropolis and the most eligible bachelor playboy of Gotham City. 

According to the tabloids it started like all affairs between a superhero and civilian always did. A rescue with some extra chemistry. So when Bruce Wayne got himself being held up for ransom, instead of Batman saving the day, Superman swooped in. Clark made sure Lois and Jimmy were in position to capture the picture of him swooping in and holding Bruce in his arms. He was surprised by how well the other man fit, almost as surprised by the muscle he could feel beneath the suit. He supposed given the active sex life the other man had it made sense that he would be developed.

They both pretended not to know about the cameras pointed at them when Superman landed and placed the billionaire on his own feet. Bruce Wayne's hands had trailed over Clark's shoulders and chest as he thanked him for the save. 

Clark swore he would not be an actual notch in the man’s bed post. Just one in the tabloids. 

He silently swore to write a lengthy apology letter to Ma and Pa.

=-=

Clark held the billionaire close, as he stared down at him. The noise of the gala disappearing into the back of his mind. The only thing he could focus on was pressing his mouth against the other man's again. So Clark did it again. The first kiss had been instigated by Bruce. Really it had been such a soft gentle touch. Barely even though in reality. Just enough to give the tabloids more to talk about with superman attending Bruce Wayne's party of the year. But the smooth touch had lit something deep in Clark's soul. 

Clark tangled his fingers into Bruce's dark locks and held him close. Lights flashed and Clark knew they would make the front page. That was the goal after all. But he wanted more. Spending time with Bruce, Clark was starting to wonder if being a notch in his bed post would be such a horrible idea. 

"Well well well," Bruce grinned up at him with a too bright smile. "Here I thought you weren't going to give into me."

"I still haven’t." Clark countered. But he let his hands slide down and groped the Billionaire. Bruce rocked his hips forward against Clark and Clark had to close his eyes to remind himself that he was in his super suit and it did not hide much. 

Then there was a scream. Clark's head jerked away as he focused in on the sound. "I have to go."

"Go save the innocent. Maybe there will be a reward for you tonight." Bruce gave him a last kiss for the reporters before Clark left with only a light breeze and the paparazzi pictures as the only proof he had ever been there. 

=-=

"Are you okay, Batman?" Clark hovered near the other man's side where they say in the infirmary.

"I'll be fine." Batman answered watching as Oliver Queen finished getting patched up.

"If you take off the armor I could take a look?" Clark offered looking at Gotham knight. If he didn't know better Clark would swear that the other man had some kind of heat vision from the glare directed at him.

"I don't need your help." Batman stated firmly and Clark sighed but let it drop. He was not sure what he was expecting, it wasn't like Batman ever really gave him the time of day. Instead he turned xray vision on the other members of the team without lead lined suits to check and make sure all broken bones were being attended to. He had been hoping to talk to the man enough to convince him to help Clark get out of his fake relationship with Bruce Wayne but he figured now was probably not the time for it to happen. He rolled his shoulders instead. 

"Don't you have a date tonight?" Hal grinned from where he stood against the counter tossing a glass of some liquid back and forth. "How is the little rich brat?"

Clark rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. "It was the Gala. I left him there. There were photographs."

Diana narrowed her eyes on him and Clark was forced to look away from her. He knew it would not end well for him if she got suspicious. She always seemed to know him better than he knew himself. It was not that he did not want to face the feelings he was developing for the other man. He just did not want to face the heartbreak that he knew would be coming.

"Are you gonna take him home to the farm?" Hal laughed as Barry came up and snatched the jar from him, setting it aside before he could do something stupid like drop it.

Clark blinked at the other man. It was completely ridiculous.  The image of billionaire Bruce Wayne in Smallville Kansas. Sipping coffee and talking to Ma and Pa at their worn kitchen table. Clark grinned, it was perfect. He did not have to be the one to break it off with Bruce before his heart got too tangled up with the man. He could get the other man to do it. "Maybe I will."

Rendering Hal speechless was glorious. Clark turned to Batman, hoping to see his lips twitch slightly as he often did when he was impressed with something Clark did. But the bat was gone. Clark's shoulders slumped slightly. Saying goodbye to the rest of the team Clark left the watch tower. He wondered if it would be easier if he gave up on men. He couldn't ever seem to develop feelings for any that were within his reach. Batman and his distrust and secrets. And Bruce Wayne with his mile long list of broken hearts littering his red carpet. He chose to go home instead of the Gala. He needed to get his emotions under control so he could enact his plan to save his heart.

=-=

Introducing Bruce Wayne to his ma and pa was a disaster. 

Not that it went badly, the opposite in fact. Bruce was polite and kind. And he did not seem out of place sitting at their kitchen table. Initially Ma and Pa had been a bit tense but had eventually relaxed around the man who had more smile than brains. Clark had hoped Bruce would baulk at meeting the parents. That seemed far too much of a relationship for the man's past. But he had only nodded his head and agreed to go. He joked that Clark had already met Alfred, the closest thing he had to a father. Alfred and sighed and made a comment about having too many children. Clark had laughed. 

Bruce shared stories about his children with the Kents who in turn shared stories about Clark. He almost forgot that this was not supposed to be a real relationship when Pa offered to show Bruce a few tricks handling cows that may help the Billionaire who admitted his son had gotten a pet cow. 

"Clark, dear, will you help me in the kitchen?" Ma asked. Clark watched Bruce and Pa for a moment before joining his ma in the kitchen rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Yes, Ma?" He knew that at some point his ma would ask why he had brought his fake boyfriend home, after all he had told them the truth so they wouldn't be swept up in the media flurry and think he had hidden something from them.

"Are you sure this relationship is what you claimed?" Ma was elbow deep in soap water and Clark reached for a towel to start drying the dishes as she put them in the rack.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." Clark could not meet her gaze. He could lie to Diana better than Ma. While touching her lasso.

"Clark Joseph Kent."

Clark sighed and stared down at the plate in his hand. "I'm sure that's all it's supposed to be, Ma. Bruce...I'm sure you've read about him. It's just publicity for Wayne Enterprises and the League."

"Mmm..." Ma hummed and handed the next plate to Clark. "Perhaps. But there are no papers here. Why would he agree to meet your parents if it's just a show? Not many know Clark Kent and Superman are the same."

Clark had not thought about that and his head jerked up and he looked at Ma with wide eyes. Why had Bruce agreed to this? Could he be as immune to Clark as Clark thought? Or was he sliding just as much as Clark was?

"Your father and I love and support you no matter what." Ma squeezed his arm once before the door opened and Bruce and Pa came in.

"You can bring your boys over some time." Pa was nodding his head. 

"Thank you. I'll talk to them and Clark about it some time." Bruce glanced towards Clark and Clark felt his heart beat picking up as he stared back at the too blue eyes. Before he could stop the image he saw an image of Bruce and his boys, even the angry one who seemed to hate Bruce as much as he loved the family, here on the farm with Ma and Pa. It was chaos and crazy. Damien would be demanding his father let him bring some of the animals home in the entitled way he had. He could see Dick rolling his eyes as Damien snuck a chicken away. Probably with Jason's help because it would annoy Bruce. Bruce would try to pay for the bird. Ma and Pa would deny the money but Bruce would be just as stubborn as his son and be paying far more than stupid bird was worth. They'd have to keep Tim away from the equipment because he would try to make something run better. Dick would be walking beams in the barn. Alfred would be sharing stories with Ma. Pa would be with Tim. And Clark could kiss Bruce. 

It would be perfect.

"I'll let you know when I figure it out Ma." Clark smiled at his mother, giving her cheek a light kiss before going to hug his father then turning to Bruce. "Shall we?"

=-=

Bruce let out a soft moan as Clark's mouth moved along his neck while he backed the other man towards his massive bed. Bruce had his fingers threaded into Clark's hair and held him close. 

"You know, you could have dropped me at the front door?" Bruce sounded breathless and Clark decided he could get lost in the breathless moans. He gave a small grunt of acknowledgement and glanced up to the other's hooded blue eyes. 

"I can go if you want?" Clark offered. He did not consider that the other man might not want him. He thought for sure since the trip to his parents that he was seeing the signs and encouragement for more the other was sending him, but maybe Clark had been wrong.

"No." Bruce said firmly moving his hands to Clark's face with a soft smile. "No I want you right here. I just want you to be sure too. You didn't seem eager to be in my bed when this started."

"Things change." Clark leaned forward and captured the other man's mouth while carefully lowering their bodies to the bed.  Bruce put no resistance to the soft pressure Clark used to push his thighs apart. Clark pulled back and stared down at Bruce, his hand resting on his stomach. Slowly Clark closed his fist around the other man's button down shirt and started pulling it from his pants. Bruce slid his hands down to the red stylized S belt buckle. After clicking the belt open Bruce slid his hands up under Clark’s shirt and started pushing it up to take it off. Clark swallowed when their shirts were off. Clark had assumed Bruce was well built but had not thought about how built he actually was. If Clark did not know better he would think the billionaire did more than sit in an office most days. His own pants were becoming uncomfortably tight.

"Yes, they do." Bruce agreed leaning forward and flicking his tongue at the other man's nipple. Clark groaned at the feel of the other man slowly letting his lips close around his nipple. Clark dropped his gaze to stare back at Bruce while Bruce sucked on his skin. Clark couldn't bruise from such an action but it was obvious that Bruce was going to be putting in an effort to make it appear as if he was going to be bruised. Clark would walk away with his skin unmarked but it would not be for lack of trying. So instead of worrying about it and letting his mind run away with his own thoughts Clark pulled Bruce’s head back and moved his mouth to the other man's neck and began to lightly suck on his neck and bring a darkened bruise to the neck without any effort.

"Fuck." Bruce gasped lifting his hips to meet Clark's as Clark laid him down on the bed. Bruce spread his legs to let Clark begin to slowly grind against him. Bruce knew that he would not leave any marks in his skin but he still slid his nails down Clark’s back as if he could actually leave a mark. Clark moaned in appreciation as his hands moved to open Bruce’s pants and start moving them off the other man before moving to remove his own pants, their shoes thumping to the ground together.

Clark thought it was ridiculous to find the sound comforting, but something about it sounded so domestic to him. Their shoes living together on the ground. Clark moved his mouth back to Bruce's and moaned when he pushed his hips forward again and his cock rubbed against the other man's cock. 

"In the drawer." Bruce gasped as Clark gripped his hips and ground himself against him in turn. "There's lube, in the drawer."

Clark hesitated, there was lube in the side table. Bruce kept lube by his bed. He knew the man could be pleasuring himself, but then he thought of his reputation and that seemed unlikely. Did he really want to become just another notch on Bruce Wayne's bed post.

"Clark?" Bruce's hands lightly touched Clark's cheeks as he lifted his head to meet his eyes. Bruce's blue eyes searched his face and Clark did not know if he found what he was looking for or not. "You can change your mind. It's okay."

Clark considered Bruce's words, this was never part of the plan. He could easily pull away and end this. But that was definitely something he did not want to do. So instead Clark leaned forward, caught Bruce's mouth in another bruising kiss and reached for the lube. Clark was unwilling to release Bruce's mouth as he fumbled with the lube and slowly spread it on his fingers. He slowly pushed his finger into the human. Bruce hissed and arched slightly as the finger entered him Clark froze for a moment before moving his mouth back.

"Alright?" Clark's voice shook.

"Cold." Bruce admitted before rolling his hips back to take the finger deeper. Clark pressed his face into the man's neck before kissing it in apology. He began slowly moving his finger and out of the other. Slowly he carefully added a second finger and Bruce moaned something that sounded far more like pleasure than the sounds he had been making. Clark slowly scissored his fingers in his lover as his own cock twitched in anticipation. 

"For fucks sake, Clark just fuck me already." Bruce gasped as he lifted his hips before thrusting back hard onto the fingers. Clark kissed him again while slowly working his fingers into the billionaire. Clark's own cock throbbed in anticipation but he refrained from thrusting into the other man without preparation. He knew doing so risked harming the human and that was as far from something Clark wanted as he could think of. He wanted this to last. He was reluctant to admit it but he wanted more than the fake relationship they had been grown. His heart beat faster every time he heard the other man talk. He was sure that he was not the only one who felt that the fake relationship was not all that they had. Bruce had agreed to take his children to meet Clark's parents after all.

Clark slowly pulled his fingers out of Bruce and hesitated only a moment before thrusting into the man beneath him with a deep groan.

=-=

"BATMAN!" Clark strained his hearing listening for the dark knight. It had been a simple enough mission for the league, none of them thinking too much on it. Clark had told the league he was planning to end the fake relationship with Bruce and ask the other man if he wanted a real relationship with him. Clark had never been more confident in his decision despite the League not understanding his choice.

Then the call came in.

It was simple extraction.

But then there had been an explosion near Batman's position. The man was not responding to anyone's call. Clark was making his way through the rubble, doing his best to not think the worst. He just wanted to find his team mate and get out. Spotting a dark shape laying unmoving on the ground in a puddle of red, Clark was sure he was going to find a corpse. But then he heard the sound of Batman breathing, saw his chest rising and falling. He landed slowly and carefully rolled the man to his back. Batman moaned in pain and Clark hesitated, the cowl was torn and blood seeped out from beneath the edges. Clark was did not want to invade the other man's privacy. But he had to examine the injury to determine the best course of action. Clark's fingers were gentle as he slowly peeled the cowl off the face.

Clark had super hearing.

Normally he could hear a scream from miles away. But at the moment all he could hear was the sound of his blood pounding in his ears. His entire body was cold and he could not make sense of what he was seeing. He had spent so long studying the face he was cradling in his hands. He swallowed heavily and slowly blinked trying to force his mind to tell him what to do. Clark felt like static filled his head.

Bruce's face crumpled for a moment then a moan of pain left his mouth. His bright blue eyes slowly blinked open and he stared up at Clark's shell shocked face. His blue gaze caught the cowl still dangling in Clark's hand. Clark watched as fear then understanding followed by resignation floated across those eyes Clark had been watching. Eyes he had slowly fallen in love with over the months of their relationship building.

The static in Clark's mind started to clear and became replaced by anger. Batman had pushed him into a relationship with Bruce Wayne. Batman had thought it was a good idea. Because it was his damned idea from the start. Clark had been so sure they had been building a relationship that would rival what their parents had but here he was being shown to be the small town fool played by the big city billionaire. 

"Superman-" Bruce grunted as his head dropped to the ground and a streak of red and blue disappeared into the sky. He closed his eyes and tried to even his breathing. It was inconvenient but he would be fine. Like any other emotions he would just push these ones down. Opening his eyes back up he struggled to bring his wrist up and summon the batmobile to his location. Once inside he set the course for home, struggling to keep his eyes open, knowing Alfred would be furious if he passed out with another concussion. He could only stand letting down one person he cared about a day.

=-=

It was over a week later when Clark made his way to the Wayne manor. Bruce Wayne had not been making any appearances recently, Clark could guess why, and he himself had avoided all Justice League summons. Listening in, because he would not abandon any innocents, but he could not bring himself to face Bruce. He knocked on the door and saw a flash of surprise through Alfred's aged eyes.

"May I assist you?" Alfred tipped his head and stepped aside letting Clark enter the manor.

Clark wanted to run his fingers through his hair, push up glasses he wasn't wearing, but he was in a bright blue suit. And Superman did not fidget. "Is Bruce home?"

Alfred's face flickered through emotions Clark struggled to locate before he finally nodded his head and walked down the hall. "Someone needs to talk some sense into that boy."

Clark tightened his fist around the cowl in his hand. He knew he should just hand it over and leave but he was dying to know why? What had Bruce gained from jerking him around the way he had?

Clark shook his head with a half chuckle when Alfred opened a led lined hidden door to reveal a hidden staircase going down with more led lined walls. Clark offered Alfred a smile and a nod, his mother would never forgive him if he was not polite.

"I didn't think I'd see you."  Bruce did not look away from the computer as he typed. His back was too the stairs and Clark wondered how he even knew he was there.

"I came to return your cowl." Clark stood next to Bruce, glancing down at the human from the corner of his eye while holding out the cowl in his hand. There was another on his desk already. Clark examined the bruised face though he was not quite sure why he was doing it. He reminded himself he was not supposed to care. He should not feel relief at seeing the other man healing.

Bruce nodded his head and stopped typing. "I was going to send this to your email. Let you review it before publishing in the Daily Planet."

Clark hesitated a moment when Bruce scooted away and gestured at the screen. Clark sat the cowl he had been holding down, noting that Bruce still hadn't looked at him and began reading the article. It was clear Bruce did not write articles like this often, Clark found himself re-writing it in his mind as he read through it. He took a deep breath when he reached the end of the article, describing a falling out between Superman and Bruce Wayne. It painted Bruce in a spoiled brat light. Unable to handle dating someone that would go out to save the world when Bruce wanted all  his attention. Ending with a speculation on the billion being with some socialite. 

"So that's it? It's over?" Clark rocked back on his heels. He felt a coil of frustration curling in his stomach as Bruce continued avoiding eye contact.

"I assumed so after nearly two weeks of no contact." Bruce reached up and ran a hand through his hair, flinching when his fingers brushed a still tender bruise. "You've even been avoiding league meetings. I don't know what to make of it Clark."

"Tell me what it was?" Clark wanted to hear from Bruce's own mouth how little he mattered. It hurt when it was his own mind saying it, he knew having Bruce say it would be worse. But Clark was not sure he could move on as quickly if he did not find some kind of closure.

"What it was?" Bruce frowned in confusion, leaning forward and saving the file before setting up an email to send to Clark's work email.

"Yes. Meeting my parents. Introducing me to your kids. The things when the cameras were off." Clark wanted to shake the man who was still not looking at him.

"It was a relationship."

"Why?"

Bruce finally looked at Clark, a confused frown wrinkling his brow. "What?"

"Why was there any relationship beyond," Clark gestured at the computer screen. "What the public got to see?"

Bruce looked away again, his arms folding across his chest defensively. "Because I enjoy your company. Because I thought it was more than an assignment."

Clark would not have heard the words if he had not had super hearing. As it was, he almost missed it anyways. He stared at Bruce, trying to convince his blue eyes to turn back to him through will alone. But the man was not willing to give him even a half glance. He just stared at the wall as if there were answers there that he could not get anywhere else.

So Clark analyzed what he knew.

Playboy Bruce Wayne was confident. Secure in his existence smooth as silk while luring people into his bed. At least according to the papers. That's what the public saw. Batman was confident and one of the best strategists Clark had ever seen. Even Diana was impressed and she had fought the god of war more than once. But in private, Clark had seen a caring father. A man who knew each of his children's individual needs and desires. He thought about the phone call his dad had told him he got after their visit. When Damien and Bruce had talked to Pa about the care of the cow Damien had gotten as a pet.

And then there was this man. Who had written an expose all for him that took the blame for their failed relationship, and was currently waiting for Clark to do something.

'Leave', thought Clark, 'he's waiting for you to leave. Or...'

"Bruce," Clark moved to kneel in front of the human after pushing his chair away. "I'm going to change the article."

Bruce nodded his head, "you're the journalist."

"You didn't leave Superman for some socialite tart." Clark watched the corner of Bruce's lips twitch up when Clark spat the word. "You left him for a little country bumpkin who writes articles for the Daily Planet."

Clark got the pleasure of watching Bruce's eyes widen in surprise. He stood up and leaned over the other man, carefully reaching up to cup his face. He could feel the other's heartbeat pounding beneath his finger tips.

"And is Clark Kent going to expose who it was?"

"Nah, Loise Lane is." Clark's lips hovered over Bruce's lips as they shared breath. "Promise me no more secrets, Bruce."

Bruce was silent for a moment and Clark wondered if he had misread the room. "I should tell you about my Robins then."

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Heads up Seven Up, I was tagged by @author-a-holmes, you can see her post here.

I shall no pressure tag: @mrbexwrites, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @careful-fear, @writernopal, @blind-the-winds, @tales-from-nocturnaliss, and leave an open tag for anyone who wants a jumping in point

I somehow got caught in a fanfiction too! I decided to revive an OC insert Underworld Fanfiction from the depths of my computer. IDK even a little time frame for when I may get it out buuut...

Simone cut Raze off. “You don’t believe it.” Riley shrugged. Viktor made her uneasy. Many of the older vampires did. Like they were hiding something from the rest of them but Riley never could put her finger on it. They sat in silence again for a while before Riley yawned and flopped sideways, resting her head on Simone's shoulder despite Raze’s snarl. Lucian walked back to the table then. “Viktor is awake.” “Oh my! Who could have known?” Riley muttered under his glare.