#double kryptonian

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The man in his arms is crying harder now, holding onto Clark, sobbing out words in a tongue totally alien, grabbing tightly onto the fabric of Clark’s hero costume, of his family crest.

Oh.

“-El” the man in his arms gasps out a familiar word around the strange conglomeration of quick, flowing sentences and it makes no sense.

Krypton was dead. They had imploded under the weight of a dying planet years ago now, fallen under their own hubris. Now here sits a skeleton of an empire, sinking down onto his knees as Clark guides him down, sobbing into the stagnant, dusty air.

“Speak. Slowly.”. Clark’s own grasp on Kryptonian is self taught, rusty from missuse, and full of errors he doesn’t bother to knock out because the computer still understands his commands and Kara told him long ago to never butcher the langage near her again. He never expected to be able to speak with somebody. Never expected to have to.

“Is. It. Safe?” the man begs, curling into the wide breath of Clark’s chest. “Outside?”

Clark shakes his head. The man is in no condition to leave the ship, he’d freeze in an instant out there, even in the warming heat of the spring months. Antarctica is a fickle mistress and is more likely to throw a snowstorm than behave. “It is too cold” Clark tells him. “You need to-“ Clark doesn’t know the word for rest, so he goes with the second immediate problem. “Eat.”

The man just grips his hands against Clark’s chest harder, pressing against it, hiccuping against the tears. “My children first. Please.”

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an au where Bruce (and his children) survive krypton, and spend years trying to find a planet that is viable, slowly starving in cryptosleep, before finally stumbling onto the scout ship that landed on earth :)

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How come Jae hasn't taken his mask off in Double Kryptonian AU? :O

Karen was helping the middle child, the skin and bones shivering thing, while Kara was just finishing opening up the final two pods, the oldest two.

Bru-Way had, in sobbing broken tones so unfitting for somebody of such a noble house, had told her the names of all of the children who had been aboard the little science vessel.

Little Dyam, who was Bruce's own flesh and blood son tagging along after his father on a little space field trip, who was now already hooked up in the medical center. Te-Drak, who had chosen to cross over from his family artisan guild to the scientific one and had been aboard as a student, who Karen was helping to medbay now.

Dic-Way, a lesser cousin of the noble house of Way, a graduate student under the best and brightest doctor at the biggest hospital Kandor had to offer.

Then, finally, the second oldest, Jae-Tod. Bru-Way had claimed him a son as well, rambling and out of his own mind with starved delirium, but the child's appearance alone marked him not of the science guild, but of the religious one.

Long, now sagging and loose, robes hung from his narrow frame, hiding damage that his brothers displayed with every sharp point of bone and sunken area of thin skin. The mask glowed soft and red, a full priest, not just an apprentice.

Kara began helping them to their beds, supporting what little weight they had and talking to them, reassuring that they were okay now.

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He grew up in a different guild than the others! The Religious Guild of Krypton wears masks, different colors denoting different statuses, and unless it's around family generally don't take them off.

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Hi!! I really love your Kryptonian au. I’m just curious, what is Clark and Conner’s relationship like in this au? Another thought - would the bats be unsettled by the fact that Kon isn’t fully Kryptonian and has Tactile Telekinesis? Have a great day!

The greenhouse had plenty to do in it, for the four hours a day the refugees could sit in it without adverse reactions. Plenty of plants they hadn't seen before, plenty of plants they had. Food larger than even back home on Krypton, growing freely to take and eat whenever one of them had enough energy to reach out and grab them. The large windows shows a barren landscape of nothingness, of blinding white and snow that reminds Bru exactly of Kandor, back when Kandor still existed.

They were brought things, while they rested in the greenhouse, to keep them warm. Fluffy strange towels used to wash off the water that they were allowed to bask in- water abundant and clear and overflowing, circulating constantly, filled to the brim unlike anything Bru had seen before. Little strange things that gave off heat to warm their bones, chords coming off of them leading away into the main chamber, brightly colored and strange. Plush chairs to rest on, shade to hide away under when they started to get dizzy.

Daym was already asleep, snoring gently as he drifted. Te normally floated around, bouncing slowly off the sides of the water enclosure, but Jae, Dic, and Bru, towards the end of their time in the greenhouse, usually just talked.

Today, like most days, the topic was of their generous hosts, the members of the noble house of El.

"-I heard that Kon-El was a clone of Kal-El." Dic whispers to them, wrapped up in a thick bundle of fabrics and with his feet towards the little portable heat source. "Can you believe it?" Bru can, he watches them both, a bit farther away and talking in that strange, disjointed language they do. They look remarkably similar, more similar than Bru and Dyam do, even, it's not unusual for a leading political or scientific figure to be cloned to continue on their work after the original has passed. A little odd to have them be so close in age, of course, but if Kal-El really does have a whole, living breathing clone, so vividly well done, then this world truly is a paradise.

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Clark and Kon have their canon, comic relationship of being strange Brother-Uncle-Nephew-Cousin things, and are relatively friendly with each other. As for the cloning, we're saying that it's not unusual on Krypton (because they're all pod people) for important figures to be cloned over and over again to continue on their work. (Similar to if we just continued to clone FDR and elect him president every four years.)

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Can we please see the kids in the newest au??

get them from the cryosleep pods! get them from the pods and into the medical bay right away!

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Oooh, Double Kryptonian AU is super interesting! Does Clark get them all somewhere safe? Maybe the Kent farm so Ma and Pa can look after them?

Dyam is already asleep, breathing softly where he's curled up in a hay bale and a sleeping bag. He's still easily swayed to sleep most of the time, his energy wanes much faster than his brothers and father, his body is trying to catch up to itself while it heals. Jon sleeps next to him, simply always eager for a nap.

Dic sits close to the fire, watching the flames and the sky all at once, his long hair pulled up and back and out of his face, the once greasy strands now cleaned with Martha's simple soaps, there's a kind of peace to him, listening to the way Kara talks his ear off about the teenage hero's their own age.

Jae is the quietest, he normally is, reading a book with his back to the fire so he can see the words on the page, his hair is curling around his mask, nobody on earth had seen the boy without it yet. There's a barn cat that's curled around the old camping chair that Jae occupies, purring up a storm and occasionally moving when one side of it's black fur gets too hot.

Te however, is pulled up on an old log that never got cut, holding a stick and asking Kon to explain himself one more time.

"It's not hard." Kon explains, patient and smiling. "It's just a kind of food. You like sweet things." Te scrunches his nose up, his own long hair is not nearly as neat as his brothers so it falls down around his hears and chin. His pale eyes watch the chocolate bar like it will bite him.

"I'll go first." Kon stabs a jumbo marshmallow through the stick he's holding, grabbed perfectly out of a tree this morning in preparation of tonight's main event. "It's easy to do, there's no wrong way to do it. You burn the sugar, you put it on the chocolate. You sandwich it in between graham crackers."

"The Google says that it has to be gold." Te's English words aren't as smooth as when he speaks his native language, but he's been much better at learning English than Kon has been at learning Kryptonian. "You say it needs to be burn. What is correct?"

"There's no wrong way to do it, buddy." Kon laughs, "Try it how you saw it on google first though, okay?"

Te nods, once, and copies Kon motion, spearing his own puffy marshmallow and sticking it much farther than Kon's reckless sort of arsonist approach.

They roast their food, smelling the sweetness burn over the fire, hearing the sounds of family, the night air, and they concentrate.

Kon goes through three s'mores by the time Te is finished with his first, the golden crust cracks when Kon helps Te place it down in between dutch chocolate and thickly covered homemade crackers.

Te's first bite is like a revelation.

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What has Bru told his children in Double Kryptonian AU about their situation? Are they aware that they’re safe now?

Clark doesn't listen into conversations that he wasn't apart of. especially when the conversations were in languages he didn't know.

Clark had been trying to speed up his learning of Kryptonian, learning words that are important to the situation. Different words for food that has long gone extinct, words for help and please and the words to address somebody of a more noble house (at Kara's insistence). Clark tries to keep his ears to himself, but sometimes he overhears things that catch his attention.

From the greenhouse area, in front of the large windows, in the scant hour period where the refugees got to stand in front of the sun without overdoing it and hurting themselves, Clark hears the low, whispered words of Bru.

"You are okay."

The form of address is diminutive, small and used for children. It's a word Bruce uses for all of the fellow refugees, all of the boys who stumbled through space for so long, it could have been anybody, any of the boys.

But it was Dyam.

From the little, small rumbling baby noises that cracked out of the little guy's throat, it could be no other.

"We are all okay now."

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Even if Bruce doesn't believe them totally safe, even if Bruce is waiting for the catch, he still tries to reassure his children that they're going to be okay now. :)

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I’ve been on and off “stalking” your blog as I’ve come across AUs, but I’m back again for the double kryptonian au. Which I’ve gotta say, I love it!!!

Poor batfam, spending all those years in cryo-freeze. Get these boys some sunlight!!!!

Bru doesn't understand, exactly, why he's standing here, shivering, while the large man from the House of El speaks in a language Bru has never heard before. Kara had tried to explain it, more than once, before she needed to leave, but what came out of her mouth was a mixture of strange, almost too good to be true words and explanations. Bru is still convinced that it's some kind of weird hazing, or something having to do with a perverted fantasy.

But if it helped his children, then he would do anything.

He would beg on his knees, let these people debase him fully, as long as his children survived another day.

Clothed in nothing but a pair of underwear, tied at the hip as tight as Bru could tie them, he walks into a sun room.

Bruce knows, from knowing the scout ships he's scoured for supplies over countless planets, that the room is meant to be a observation deck while in space, but turned into a greenhouse once landed to grow enough food to support everyone waking up from cyrosleep to populate the new planet.

Most of the time, when Bru had broken into the hundreds of scout ships that had landed on barren, dead planets, full of dead people, the place had been filled with just as dead plants. Empty hydroplanters, decayed soil and stems. A garden of Eden for a starving man.

This time, however, the greenery was nearly blinding.

The huge crystal windows let in a blinding, horrible light, washing everything into a brilliance that Bru had long since forgotten. Heavy hanging fruits and vegetables that are growing wildly and freely, better than Bru had seen even back on Krypton.

The large man from the house of El puts his hand onto the glass, and speaks in that strange cadence again, gesturing outside into the cold, snowing wilderness of the outside of the ship.

A paradise of endless bounty, surrounded by the empty, frozen tundra that Bru had seen again and again trying to find the one ship that had reported back a success, a viable planet.

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Thank you for the stalking! i love that people are loving this AU! :)

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Get those kids some Milk (iv fluids rich in nutrients) ASAP!!!!!

“They’re very sick.” Superman is explaining. “Very sick. They don’t speak English either, so we’ll have to wait for Kara and Karen before we have full native translators, I can understand them a little bit.”

They’re hurrying to the medical bay, Superman’s got some kind of Kryptonian scrub on, tight material with something almost like a surgical mask covering the bottom part of his face. “Change.”

Kon doesn’t have to be told twice, the medical bay in the fortress is used only seldomly, every time it’s had to be booted up it was sort of a world ending emergency, a big player was down and needed to be fixed right away.

There’s already scrubs waiting for him, Kon sheds his shirt fast, the scrubs laid out are a “one size fits most”, adult version, so even though they’re meant to be skintight Kon feels sort of stupid and too small in the thick material. He seals the zipper up to the bottom of his chin away, securing the skirt like bottoms over his board shorts.

The medbay is a shitshow.

Kon has never seen so many people in here.

There’s five of them. Five skeletons laying out on gurneys and if Kon couldn’t hear the weak heart beats he would assume they were already long dead.

Black hair, long and greasy, unwashed. Skin wane and strange colored, sickly, and tight to the bone.

With the adult that was limp and unmoving, closest to Superman, the man looked a little like a bad Halloween decoration. Like somebody had taken a handsome Barbie doll and put the skin over a dollar store very wrong skeleton.

With the Kryptonians on earth, Kon knows they’re all on the heavier, rounder side, plump or chubby or whatever the fuck people wanted to call it. Producers had asked Rex just once for Kon to loose weight for promotions and TV shows and for his image, but when Kon had gotten skinny (an exhausting process for several reasons) they told Kon to gain it all back again. His bones, his muscles, were wrong.

The one closest to Kon says something, something strange and backwards and mixed together in syllables that aren't in any language that can be found on earth.

Kon can tell that he's begging, for something, for anything-

Probably for food.

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yes sir right away sir time to put them in medical bay and stick things in them and shine strange light at their skin :)