3 Ficlets: White Death; Glittering Gems; Sweeter | DCU | Clark/Bruce | PG to R | each 1/1
Quick ficlet posting! All of these are for my dcu_freeforall claim (2 more to write! Whoohoo!).
Diclaimer: I own nothing but lewd fantasies and ficcish ideas. Dammit.
Title | Fandom | Pairing | Rating | Word Count | Prompt | Summary
White Death | DCU | Clark/Bruce | PG-13 | 382 w | White Kryptonite | Clark is shocked by the effects of white kryptonite.
White Death
After everything Clark had seen so far in their quest to rid the world of kryptonite, he was still completely unprepared for the sight in front of him. As far as he'd known, no variety of the mineral could have such an alarming effect. Not that it was particularly harmful to Kryptonians, or even to humans. No, this was far worse, on a scale that could mean the end of civilizations if employed as a serious weapon.
Hovering above the pit where the piece of white kryptonite had been found and unearthed, Clark rotated slowly, taking in the enormity of the effects. Surrounding the pit, every plant within a three-mile radius was dead, brown and brittle, crumbling into dust before his eyes. The crops of ten Kansas farms not too far from Smallville had been completely destroyed by the simple presence of a small white rock.
Over the comm in his radiation suit's helmet, Bruce's voice came to him, calm and quiet, “The K's been contained, Clark. You can relax now.”
Clark let out a heavy breath, still gazing out over the ruined fields. “No, Bruce, I can't. What if there's more out there?”
“Scans show two more samples, neither within range of any farms or residential areas.”
“That doesn't mean there won't be several square miles of dead plant life. We have to find a way to contain it without digging it up.”
After a pause, Bruce returned, “All right. But come home for now, Clark. You need to rest and eat, and we'll get the other two in the morning.”
But Clark wasn't hungry. He couldn't be. Not when so many people would go hungry thanks to him digging up the white kryptonite. It just wasn't fair.
“I'll be home in a few hours, Bruce,” he said at last, before shutting off his comm. The least he could do was talk to the people whose livelihoods he'd just ruined. They deserved that much. And if they would let him, he hoped his offer to re-plant their crops for the next season would begin to make up for what his arrival on Earth had brought with him.
Silently cursing himself, he stripped off his helmet and flew to the first of the farms.
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Glittering Gems | DCU | Clark/Bruce | PG | 337 w | Jewel Kryptonite | Clark remembers what happened the last time he dealt with Jewel K.
Glittering Gems
Standing in the gallery above Bruce's lab on the Watchtower, Clark gazed down at the glittering samples of kryptonite they'd gathered over the last week. So many colors, so many dangerous effects. It was astonishing how deadly these beautiful crystals could be, not only to himself, but to so many others. Such poison that could only be used for harm.
Sweeping his vision over the neatly collected samples in their perfectly aligned clear containers, his eyes came to rest on a seemingly prismatic crystal, throwing tiny rainbows all around it. “Jewel kryptonite,” he read off the container in a small voice, his fingertips resting on the glass before him. He knew the effects of that particular variety all too well, remembering how General Zod had once used a piece of it to cast illusions into the real world from within his prison of the Phantom Zone. Clark had nearly gone mad, believing his friends and family to have been killed in a series of freak accidents. And that hadn't even been the worst of it.
When the illusions had convinced him of Bruce's death, Clark had snapped. It was a miracle that the real Bruce had been able to stop him and heal him with a conveniently-kept piece of blue kryptonite before he could do real damage or worse, kill someone. Bruce had brought him back from the brink that day, broken Zod's hold over him and returned his sanity.
Thinking back on the expression of relief and love on Bruce's face when he'd awaken from his hallucinations, whole and sound, Clark realized that perhaps not all kryptonite was as horrible as it seemed. That tiny, blue chip had saved his life time and again, after all.
The jewel variety, however, was destined for incineration in the sun with all the rest.
Turning away from the glittering gems and prismatic rainbows in the lab beneath him, Clark left the gallery, already planning his next trip to destroy yet another load of the crystalline poison.
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Sweeter | DCU | Clark/Bruce | R | 391 w | Lavender Kryptonite | Clark receives some reassurance after Lavender K does its dirty work on him.
Sweeter
Shivering as he undressed in Bruce's bathroom, Clark studied himself in the full-length mirror intently. Gone were the broad shoulders he'd sported as a man, in lieu of softer curves and-oh, God, those were real breasts on his chest in place of his pecs. No doubt now, Clark had been turned into a woman by a gleaming purple crystal. Simply unbelievable.
“You're gorgeous, Clark,” Bruce said from behind him, stepping up close to slip an arm around his narrow waist and lay his palm across Clark's softly curved belly.
Smiling at his lover's reflection as Bruce dropped a kiss on his bare shoulder, Clark blinked slowly. “Am I?” He hardly recognized his own voice.
“Surely you have a proper appreciation for the female form, Clark. You're unbelievable.”
Clark slid his much smaller hand over Bruce's, and noted how different the two felt together. “Flatterer.”
Bruce snorted. “Are you kidding me? You're gorgeous no matter what. Just look at yourself.”
With a small sigh, he studied his reflection more closely. His hair was much longer, with soft curls falling over his shoulders. His eyes and lips seemed larger on his face, while his nose and jaw were narrower. His muscles were more subtle beneath his pale skin, his biceps and thighs trimmer, though no less powerful. He'd lost around three inches in height. And between his legs.... He simply couldn't bear to look beyond the dark patch of hair that seemed to be trimmed close, as he usually kept it.
Catching Clark's jaw with his free hand, Bruce pulled his head around for a deep kiss, that Clark felt immediately in some low, unidentifiable spot in his belly. Bruce's tongue slid into his mouth, hot and strong, and for a moment, his knees tried to buckle.
How had a kiss never felt like that before? It was so... different.
Bruce released him from the kiss after a moment, his face still hovering close. “You taste sweeter. I wonder what the rest of you tastes like.”
Clark couldn't help a smiling gasp at that, as an unfamiliar part of his new anatomy began to tingle and ache. “Bruce....” he breathed.
“Why don't we find out?”
Completely speechless, Clark only gaped as Bruce took him by the hand and led him out into the bedroom.
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Diclaimer: I own nothing but lewd fantasies and ficcish ideas. Dammit.
Title | Fandom | Pairing | Rating | Word Count | Prompt | Summary
White Death | DCU | Clark/Bruce | PG-13 | 382 w | White Kryptonite | Clark is shocked by the effects of white kryptonite.
White Death
After everything Clark had seen so far in their quest to rid the world of kryptonite, he was still completely unprepared for the sight in front of him. As far as he'd known, no variety of the mineral could have such an alarming effect. Not that it was particularly harmful to Kryptonians, or even to humans. No, this was far worse, on a scale that could mean the end of civilizations if employed as a serious weapon.
Hovering above the pit where the piece of white kryptonite had been found and unearthed, Clark rotated slowly, taking in the enormity of the effects. Surrounding the pit, every plant within a three-mile radius was dead, brown and brittle, crumbling into dust before his eyes. The crops of ten Kansas farms not too far from Smallville had been completely destroyed by the simple presence of a small white rock.
Over the comm in his radiation suit's helmet, Bruce's voice came to him, calm and quiet, “The K's been contained, Clark. You can relax now.”
Clark let out a heavy breath, still gazing out over the ruined fields. “No, Bruce, I can't. What if there's more out there?”
“Scans show two more samples, neither within range of any farms or residential areas.”
“That doesn't mean there won't be several square miles of dead plant life. We have to find a way to contain it without digging it up.”
After a pause, Bruce returned, “All right. But come home for now, Clark. You need to rest and eat, and we'll get the other two in the morning.”
But Clark wasn't hungry. He couldn't be. Not when so many people would go hungry thanks to him digging up the white kryptonite. It just wasn't fair.
“I'll be home in a few hours, Bruce,” he said at last, before shutting off his comm. The least he could do was talk to the people whose livelihoods he'd just ruined. They deserved that much. And if they would let him, he hoped his offer to re-plant their crops for the next season would begin to make up for what his arrival on Earth had brought with him.
Silently cursing himself, he stripped off his helmet and flew to the first of the farms.
* * * * *
Glittering Gems | DCU | Clark/Bruce | PG | 337 w | Jewel Kryptonite | Clark remembers what happened the last time he dealt with Jewel K.
Glittering Gems
Standing in the gallery above Bruce's lab on the Watchtower, Clark gazed down at the glittering samples of kryptonite they'd gathered over the last week. So many colors, so many dangerous effects. It was astonishing how deadly these beautiful crystals could be, not only to himself, but to so many others. Such poison that could only be used for harm.
Sweeping his vision over the neatly collected samples in their perfectly aligned clear containers, his eyes came to rest on a seemingly prismatic crystal, throwing tiny rainbows all around it. “Jewel kryptonite,” he read off the container in a small voice, his fingertips resting on the glass before him. He knew the effects of that particular variety all too well, remembering how General Zod had once used a piece of it to cast illusions into the real world from within his prison of the Phantom Zone. Clark had nearly gone mad, believing his friends and family to have been killed in a series of freak accidents. And that hadn't even been the worst of it.
When the illusions had convinced him of Bruce's death, Clark had snapped. It was a miracle that the real Bruce had been able to stop him and heal him with a conveniently-kept piece of blue kryptonite before he could do real damage or worse, kill someone. Bruce had brought him back from the brink that day, broken Zod's hold over him and returned his sanity.
Thinking back on the expression of relief and love on Bruce's face when he'd awaken from his hallucinations, whole and sound, Clark realized that perhaps not all kryptonite was as horrible as it seemed. That tiny, blue chip had saved his life time and again, after all.
The jewel variety, however, was destined for incineration in the sun with all the rest.
Turning away from the glittering gems and prismatic rainbows in the lab beneath him, Clark left the gallery, already planning his next trip to destroy yet another load of the crystalline poison.
* * * * *
Sweeter | DCU | Clark/Bruce | R | 391 w | Lavender Kryptonite | Clark receives some reassurance after Lavender K does its dirty work on him.
Sweeter
Shivering as he undressed in Bruce's bathroom, Clark studied himself in the full-length mirror intently. Gone were the broad shoulders he'd sported as a man, in lieu of softer curves and-oh, God, those were real breasts on his chest in place of his pecs. No doubt now, Clark had been turned into a woman by a gleaming purple crystal. Simply unbelievable.
“You're gorgeous, Clark,” Bruce said from behind him, stepping up close to slip an arm around his narrow waist and lay his palm across Clark's softly curved belly.
Smiling at his lover's reflection as Bruce dropped a kiss on his bare shoulder, Clark blinked slowly. “Am I?” He hardly recognized his own voice.
“Surely you have a proper appreciation for the female form, Clark. You're unbelievable.”
Clark slid his much smaller hand over Bruce's, and noted how different the two felt together. “Flatterer.”
Bruce snorted. “Are you kidding me? You're gorgeous no matter what. Just look at yourself.”
With a small sigh, he studied his reflection more closely. His hair was much longer, with soft curls falling over his shoulders. His eyes and lips seemed larger on his face, while his nose and jaw were narrower. His muscles were more subtle beneath his pale skin, his biceps and thighs trimmer, though no less powerful. He'd lost around three inches in height. And between his legs.... He simply couldn't bear to look beyond the dark patch of hair that seemed to be trimmed close, as he usually kept it.
Catching Clark's jaw with his free hand, Bruce pulled his head around for a deep kiss, that Clark felt immediately in some low, unidentifiable spot in his belly. Bruce's tongue slid into his mouth, hot and strong, and for a moment, his knees tried to buckle.
How had a kiss never felt like that before? It was so... different.
Bruce released him from the kiss after a moment, his face still hovering close. “You taste sweeter. I wonder what the rest of you tastes like.”
Clark couldn't help a smiling gasp at that, as an unfamiliar part of his new anatomy began to tingle and ache. “Bruce....” he breathed.
“Why don't we find out?”
Completely speechless, Clark only gaped as Bruce took him by the hand and led him out into the bedroom.
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