#fluffspring

[cryingtulips]

Spring storms and warm beds

@flufftober Spring Edition Day 1: Welcoming Spring

@tropevarietyhour A Budding Romance Day 27: A Quiet Moment

@superbateveryweek Superbat For All Seasons: Thunder storms

Clark woke to the sound of rain. The sky was dark and cloudy, and the windows were foggy with raindrops slicing unpredictable lines across the planes. The rain was fast and harsh against the window, and Clark knew no farm work would be accomplished today besides the daily feedings and clean-ups.

He blinked languidly, his body lax and comfortable as he focused on the steady breathing next to him. In true Bat fashion, Bruce was dead to the world, sleeping on his stomach, arms buried beneath the pillow with his head facing Clark.

He looked so peaceful in Clark’s bed, heartbeat calm, and Clark smiled as he nudged a hair strand away from his eyes.

Clark felt no shame in the fact that he loves watching Bruce sleep. There’s something intimate about sleeping together, especially given Bruce’s tendency to be paranoid. So to see the physical proof that Bruce, after years of teaming together and months of dating, can trust Clark so much that his body naturally crashes? That the fluttering eyelids and twitching fingers are a result of deep sleep, and not from a decade of living with hypervigilance.

How can anyone expect Clark not to treasure this?

Rumbling sounded outside, flashes of light breaking through the gloomy sky, and Bruce’s face furrowed as he curled to his side, towards Clark’s unnatural body heat. Clark shifted in response, letting instinct guide him as he pulled the blankets further around them, adjusting Bruce closer so that his nose was buried against his side, hands curled between them in what Clark lovingly refers to as the raptor hands.

Clark traced patterns where his hands lay against Bruce’s back, a fond smile forming as Bruce’s face went back to the relaxed state from before. 

From across the hallway, he heard Ma’s bed creak, feet shuffling against the cold floor. He knows that he should be responsible and get up too. Help out with the barn at least, while Ma can focus on the house chores.

But Bruce’s body lay heavy against him, and his heartbeat remained slow and steady, and the last thing Claark wanted to do right now was leave this warm bubble of his boyfriend sleeping next to him.

Fifteen minutes, he told himself, pressing a kiss against Bruce’s hairline. Then he’ll get up.

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WIP Tag Game 📖 ✨

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it and tag as many people as you have WIPs (or as many as you can).

Honestly, this makes me wish I were more creative in naming my WIPs 😂 but here they are:

Flarch (Donna & 14)

Flarch (Brenda/Sharon)

Una/ Bev

Experiments

Voyager’s Child - Year of Hell

Beverly and Johnny and Jack and Q

Shout out to @curator-on-ao3 for being at least partially responsible for 50% of these titles… and I’ll also tag @elephant-in-the-pride-parade @ussjellyfish @magdalenejaneway @coffee-in-that-nebula @commandermeg and anyone else who wants to play!

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@flufftober Spring Edition Day 13: Going on a road trip together @squidlykitten Moody March Day 23: Affectionate – “I don’t know what I would do without you.” — sharing warmth @superbateveryweek Superbat For All Seasons: Vacation + Bonfire @fourseasonsbingo Card B: Vacation Abroad || Prompt List

6 months later and I finished both cards for Four Seasons Bingo! Very proud of myself YesYes

Anyway, this is soft SuperBat where they go abroad (maybe for a mission, maybe for work) and realize they're in love :3

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@superbateveryweek Superbat For All Seasons: Baby Animals @flufftober Spring Edition Day 5: Fluffy Companion @squidlykitten Moody March Day 20: Loving – “I will bear all of you, if you would lean on me.”

I was inspired by those tropes where Clark and Bruce meet when they are kids/teenagers, the ones where Alfred takes Bruce on a roadtrip after his parent's deaths' and they have to stay at the Kent Farm for whatever reason

This moodboard is more in Clark's POV than anything. Where he meets Bruce, and notices how sad and lonely he is. Bruce is angry at the world, for his parents death and the injustice they faced at the hands of Gotham's corrupt legal system. He wants to fight, and this shows in his posture, the way he speaks, the heavy silence he carries.

And Clark, who grew up with a full and secure family, doesn't know how to help. He wants this sad stranger to smile, to feel grounded and secure, to take away the loneliness that cloaks the Gothamite. But that's not possible for Bruce because of his trauma.

But there's still something about Clark and the Kent Farm that's soothing. The sound of the cows, the feeling of their soft fur, the warmth of the rising sun, and the safety of Clark's embrace.

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@flufftober Spring Edition Day 8: Cold Front

@superbateveryweek Superbat For All Seasons: Opera

Trying to fulfill the opera space was interesting, because I like the idea that Bruce hates live theater. After his parent's death, there's times where he gets flashbacks to that day, and though the flashbacks get lesser as he gets older, they still happen from time to time.

So I'm not sure how Clark would convince Bruce to attend a live performance with him, but he does. And Bruce holds his hand the whole time, death grip only easing after the first half.

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I hope we find peace - BOTW: Zelink

@flufftober Spring Edition Day 7: Lazy (Morning)

@squidlykitten Moody March Day 15: Joyful – “Your laughter is my favorite sound.” — sunbeams

Sunbeams enter through the window, making Zelda glow in its warm rays, and birds are singing as children rush to school with the loud sound of their voices. Their laughter is a distant thing, but in your mind, you can picture how parents fret with them, checking their bags and fixing their clothes before waving them off. It is something your father would do to you, in the Before. The memory is hazy, but you know he would fix Aryll’s pigtails as he lectured you about your schoolwork. 

The bedroom is warm, with one of the blankets kicked to the ground on your side. You don’t do well with feeling constricted, whereas Zelda gladly buries herself in layers of blankets, sighing at the softness they bring. You watch as she sleeps, counting the faint freckles on her cheeks, listening to her quiet breaths. Her eyelashes are full, dark eye bags disappearing as she regains her strength. 

She looks at peace, and this knowledge brings a smile to your face. You trace her cheekbones with your fingers, featherlight as you feel the fullness of her face, and you can’t help but feel endeared in her presence. She sighs when you kiss her cheek, so you do it again to hear the lovely noise: her forehead, her brows, her nose, and her lips.

She blinks slowly as you do this, smiling fondly as she awakes with giggles, and it's a sound you want to be embedded in your brain forever, like the grout between bricks, so that the evidence of this love sticks beyond centuries.