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Dad!Clark Kent x Female!Reader

Summary: Healing from childbirth isn’t linear. Clark is there with you and Leia all the way. You never had to ask.

warnings: postpartum, themes of depression, fatigue

requested by @icybarness, tysm i hope you like it! <3

more kent family adventures here!

The first days after Leia was born were a blur.

A beautiful, aching, overwhelming blur.

You loved her instantly, deeply, fiercely—but loving her didn’t stop the ache in your body. Or the moments of emptiness you couldn’t name. Or the tears that came out of nowhere when she cried and you didn’t know why, or when you sat down too fast and felt the sharp sting of healing, or when the weight of simply existing in your body again—this new body—became too heavy.

And Clark… Clark was always there.

Not just in the grand, movie-scene kind of way. Not just as Superman, flying around and saving the world before lunch. But in the real way.

In the everyday.

You never had to ask.

When you came home from the hospital, wincing with every step, he already had the pillows fluffed and stacked on your side of the bed. The peri bottle was filled, the softest towels were within reach, and the fridge was stocked with your favorite meals from Ma Kent, labeled with reheating instructions.

At night, when Leia stirred and whimpered, you’d start to sit up, but Clark was already halfway out of bed, scooping her up in strong, careful arms before you could swing your feet to the floor.

“I’ve got her, sweetheart,” he whispered, brushing your hair from your forehead. “Go back to sleep. Please.”

He didn’t flinch at the unglamorous parts. The mesh underwear, the pads, the stitches, the tears you tried to hide when breastfeeding hurt more than you thought it would. He would kneel in front of you, hand warm on your knee, voice low and steady.

“You’re doing amazing,” he’d murmur, brushing a thumb along your cheek. “You don’t have to be strong every second.”

On the days you couldn’t bring yourself to shower, he’d set Leia in her bassinet by the bathroom door and sit on the floor, talking to both of you so you wouldn’t feel alone. On the nights when you’d crumble into him without warning, he’d hold you without asking for an explanation, one arm around you and the other cradling Leia against his chest.

And it wasn’t performative. He didn’t keep score. There was no “I did this for you”—just the quiet, unshakable truth that taking care of you and Leia wasn’t a chore to him. It was his life now. And he was happy about it.

He never complained. Never made you feel like you had to earn his help.

And when the tears came, he never tried to “fix” them.

There were days where the guilt swallowed you whole. For not being stronger. For not bouncing back. For missing your old body, even though you loved what it had done. For feeling overwhelmed when you “should” be happy.

One afternoon, a few weeks in, you sat in the rocking chair, staring at the wall while Leia slept against your chest. You were still in your robe. You couldn’t remember if you’d eaten. Clark walked in quietly and kneeled next to you.

You hadn’t said a word.

But he reached for your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered, voice low and sure. “You don’t have to be okay every minute. You’re healing, love. And you’re not alone.”

That was the thing about him.

Clark saw everything. Even the cracks you tried to cover. Even the exhaustion in your bones.

And he never made you ask.

He made you tea before you could reach for it. Topped up your water bottle. Held Leia while you cried, letting the tears soak into his shoulder without flinching. He did laundry at midnight, rubbed your back when you ached too much to sleep, and stayed close—so close—so you never had to reach far for comfort.

He reminded you to eat, gently and without judgment.

He praised you every day, even when you didn’t believe the words yourself.

And when you finally felt a little stronger—standing longer, smiling more, moving without wincing—he still watched you like you hung the moon.

One particularly hard evening, when your body was still sore and your mind was heavy, you whispered into his shirt, “I feel like I’m not doing enough.”

Clark leaned back just enough to meet your eyes, and the look there was so steady, so sure, it made your throat close up.

“You carried her. You brought her here. You’re healing. That’s more than enough,” he said, voice thick with conviction. “I want to do this for you—for us. You and Leia… you’re my girls. Taking care of you is the best thing I’ll ever do.”

You never had to ask him to carry any part of the weight.

Because from the moment Leia arrived, he already had it—arms outstretched, ready to hold you both.

And in those quiet moments, when the baby was fed and finally asleep, when the world outside paused just long enough to catch your breath, you’d rest your head on Clark’s shoulder… and feel it.

The safety.

The steady.

The love.

And even when the healing wasn’t linear, even when you had to take it day by day—you were never doing it alone.

Not with him.

-

It was one of those rare nights where the house was completely still.

Leia was finally asleep—not just the thirty-minute doze that ended with a wail, but that deep, blissful sleep that came after a warm bath, a quiet lullaby, and several rounds of gentle bouncing in Clark’s arms. You’d both tiptoed out of the room like spies escaping enemy territory, hearts pounding with fear of waking the tiny tyrant.

Now, the two of you sat in the dim light of the living room, curled together on the couch. You had your head resting on Clark’s shoulder, his arm around you, your fingers tracing absentminded patterns on the back of his hand. The baby monitor hummed softly beside you, the green light calm and steady.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you could breathe.

No cries. No spit-up. No laundry folding or bottle washing or frantic diaper changes.

Just you and him. And the silence.

You turned your face up toward his, watching the way the warm lamplight softened his features. He looked tired, but happy. Always happy when he looked at you.

“Clark,” you started softly, “I don’t think I’ve told you enough… how much I appreciate you.”

His brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t interrupt, just shifted so he was fully turned toward you.

“I mean it,” you continued, your voice already thick. “You’re so… here. Not just in the house, but here. With me. With her. You don’t just help—you want to help. And you’ve never made me feel guilty for needing you. You’ve been patient on the good days and the bad, and I just—” You broke off, swiping at the corner of your eye. “I feel like you’re doing so much more than I am.”

Clark’s face softened, and he reached over, taking your hands in his. His thumbs brushed slow, soothing circles against your skin.

“Sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and sure, “you’re doing everything. You carried her. You brought her into this world. You’re healing, you’re loving her, you’re loving me. That’s more than enough.”

You shook your head slightly, still not convinced. “But I see you—running around, taking care of her, taking care of me… you’ve been doing so much. And I’ve been worried, deep down, that maybe you’d—” You hesitated. “Resent me for it.”

The look in his eyes at that moment nearly undid you. Shock, then something deeper—something almost pained that you’d even think it.

“Resent you?” he repeated softly, like the words themselves didn’t make sense in his mouth. “Honey, no. Never. This—” he gave your joined hands a gentle squeeze, “—this is what I want. I want to be here. I want to take care of you and Leia. You’re my family. My girls. This isn’t something I have to do, it’s something I get to do.”

Your throat tightened, and you leaned into him, letting his arms come around you. His hold was strong but warm, grounding you like only he could.

“You really mean that?” you asked against his chest.

Clark kissed the top of your head without hesitation. “With everything I am. Taking care of you two is the best thing I’ll ever do. And I’m happy. Happier than I’ve ever been.”

You let yourself melt into him completely, feeling his steady heartbeat under your cheek, his hands rubbing slow circles on your back.

For the first time in weeks, the weight in your chest lifted a little—not because the exhaustion was gone, but because you knew, beyond any doubt, that Clark wasn’t just enduring this season of life with you.

He was loving it.

He was loving you.

And he wasn’t going anywhere.

Your heart ached, full and overflowing.

“And,” he added, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “if my greatest purpose in life is making sure my girls are fed and rested and happy and covered in a frankly embarrassing amount of kisses, then I think I’ve found exactly where I’m meant to be.”

You laughed, watery and warm, curling into his chest.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us,” you whispered into his shirt.

“I think you might be that,” he whispered back.

Then, after a beat, “Although Leia’s definitely a close second. She’s got my hair, but your whole attitude. We’re doomed.”

You grinned through your tears, snuggled deeper into his arms, and felt—really felt—the quiet joy of being loved so well.

In this little house, in the late-night hush, with your Superman beside you and your daughter asleep down the hall, you realized something important.

No matter how messy or exhausting or overwhelming parenthood got, the three of you were always going to be okay.

Because you had him.

And he had you.

-

It was a quiet morning—sunny, gentle, and the kind of soft blue sky that reminded you of spring afternoons spent laughing on grassy hillsides. The light spilled into the bedroom as you slowly stirred, Leia curled up beside you after a fussy dawn feed. Her tiny breaths rose and fell, her little hand tucked close to her cheek.

You turned toward Clark, who sat at the edge of the bed folding baby laundry in that comically delicate way of his—as though every onesie was made of gold thread and clouds. You watched the way his big hands handled everything with such care. You couldn’t help but smile.

“…Hey,” you said softly.

He turned immediately, eyes warm. “Morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”

You hesitated, then gently ran your fingers over Leia’s soft hair.

“I think… I think I want to go outside today,” you said, quiet and shy, like the words might break if you spoke them too loud.

Clark blinked, and then his face lit up. He sat up straighter, grinning. “Yeah? You sure?”

You nodded. “There’s this place I’ve been thinking about. The park… the one by the lake, where you and I used to go on picnics.”

Clark’s eyes went soft in that way they always did when he looked at you like you hung the stars. “Our spot,” he murmured.

“Our spot,” you echoed, cheeks warm. “I want to go there. As a family.”

He didn’t waste a second.

“I’ll pack everything,” he said, already moving into action like this was a top-level mission from the Justice Gang. “Leia’s diaper bag, a blanket, snacks, sunscreen, a hat for you, a hat for her, backup onesies—”

You laughed softly, hugging Leia close. “Clark. We’re just going to the park.”

“That’s what you think,” he said dramatically, scooping up a pacifier with the same seriousness he reserved for alien invasions. “But we are going to the park as a family of three for the first time. This is historic. Monumental. We must be prepared.”

You giggled so hard Leia stirred with a soft grunt, blinking up at you with bleary baby confusion. You kissed her forehead and whispered, “Guess what, baby girl? We’re going on your very first adventure.”

-

The park was just like you remembered.

Wide open fields. The little hill under the big oak tree where Clark once tried to teach you how to throw a football (and failed miserably because he kept getting distracted by kissing you). The small lake that shimmered like glass in the sunlight. The birdsong. The breeze. The way the air smelled like sun-warmed grass and a thousand soft memories.

Clark carried Leia in the front baby carrier, her little legs dangling, her sun hat slightly crooked. He wore the dorkiest, proudest dad grin the entire time, waving at strangers who cooed over the baby, announcing loudly, “First park trip! Look at her! She’s doing so good, right, baby girl?”

Leia burbled happily.

You followed beside him, feeling lighter than you had in weeks, hand resting on his back, watching your little family in motion.

When you finally reached your spot beneath the tree, Clark laid out the blanket like it was some ancient royal tapestry, helping you settle down gently while still keeping one hand on Leia’s back like she might float away.

You both sat under the swaying leaves, sunlight dappling across your skin. Clark had Leia out of the carrier now, gently holding her up in the air as she squealed.

“She’s smiling,” you said softly, eyes full of awe.

Clark looked down at her, expression softening. “She knows she’s somewhere special.”

“Like a family heirloom,” you joked, wiping a happy tear from your cheek. “We bring every big moment to this tree.”

“First kiss. First picnic. First time we ever said I love you.”

“And now,” you whispered, reaching over to touch his knee, “our first time here as three.”

He turned to you, eyes suddenly glassy.

“You brought us here,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “You… you’re feeling better, and you wanted to come here. That means everything.”

You leaned against him, letting your head rest on his shoulder as Leia made happy baby noises in his lap.

“I wanted to come here because it’s where we started. And I wanted to remember how far we’ve come.”

Clark kissed the top of your head, then kissed Leia’s, holding both of you like the sun might never shine this warm again.

You stayed like that for a long time—under your tree, by your lake, as the breeze carried the sound of your daughter’s gurgly laughter and the slow rhythm of a family finding its way back to joy.

Healing wasn’t linear. But this was when you knew everything would be okay.

Clark knew it too. It was right here. In this moment. With his girls.

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The TikTok Lizard 🦎

Summary: Leia’s newfound obsession is the viral “lizard button” meme from TikTok.

requested by @storyofhappytorment, hope you like it! <3

more kent family adventures here!

Leia had been in rare form all morning—bouncing in the living room, bright-eyed, and constantly babbling at your phone screen, where the “lizard pressing a button” meme from the Elio post‑credits had looped more times than you’d like to admit. The tiny green lizard smacking the button again and again had become her absolute favorite thing, and the TikTok audio of “Lizard, lizard, lizard…” was stuck in her head—in the best possible way.

You glanced at Clark, who was watching with a mix of amusement and concern. Leia would let out this delighted shriek every time the lizard animation appeared.

“I think she downright adores that lizard,” you laughed.

Seeing how much Leia gurgled at the original clip, you had a brilliant idea: you ordered a custom button that, when pressed, played that iconic “lizard” audio. A meme in physical form—just for her.

The package arrived the following morning. You hooked it up, snuck back into the living room, and pressed the button.

Leia’s eyes went wide, head circling to find the source of the sound. Her little body shook with giggles. You handed her the button. She started slapping the button like it held the secrets of the universe.

Clark looked up, confused. “What’s going on?”

You gestured, grinning. “Press the button.”

He pressed it.

“Lizard.”

He pressed it again.

“Lizard.”

Leia shrieked with laughter, tiny arms waving in delight, as the button repeated the sound.

Leia pressed it again—and split the room with giggles so loud.

Clark gathered both of you into a cuddle. “My girls are the best.”

Leia, still shrieking with joy, buried her face into his chest.

You giggled. “Now every time you press that button, our house gets 100% cuter.”

Clark nuzzled Leia’s head. “Totally worth it.”

Leia pressed the button again for good measure.

-

It started as a joke.

Leia was still obsessed with her big sound button—the one that proudly bellowed “LIZARD! LIZARD! LIZARD!” anytime her tiny hand made contact. You’d seen her press it no less than forty times before lunch today.

And while you adored your baby’s laughter echoing through the house, you figured… why stop at one source of chaos?

So when Clark left his phone unattended on the kitchen counter—carelessly unlocked, like a man who had never known betrayal—you moved fast. A few taps later, his default text notification tone had been replaced with Leia’s favorite soundbite. You stood outside the bathroom, spamming his phone with texts.

That night, as he cradled Leia after bath time, humming softly and smoothing back her curls, his phone buzzed from his pocket.

“Lizard.”

Clark’s entire body jolted.

Leia’s eyes went wide.

And then she erupted into uncontrollable giggles.

“What—what was that?” Clark blinked, startled.

His phone buzzed again.

“Lizard.”

Leia screamed with laughter this time, grabbing at the air like she could catch the sound.

Clark slowly turned to you. “Did you—?”

You smiled sweetly. “Who, me?”

He picked up the phone, stared at the screen, then at Leia—who was now doing her version of a happy dance in his arms, absolutely thrilled that her dad was emitting lizard noises.

“You changed my text tone?” he asked, a half-smile tugging at his lips.

You nodded. “She loves it.”

Clark sighed… then smiled fully, shoulders shaking with a chuckle. “Well… if my daughter thinks it’s funny…”

“Lizard. Lizard. Lizard.” Another laugh. Leia practically snorted.

Clark groaned dramatically. “I’m going to be in a meeting one day and this thing is going to go off.”

“She’ll be watching,” you teased, nudging him. “Her favorite celebrity: Lizard Dad. Wait, no,” you thought, “Superlizard. Lizardman!”

Clark laughed, kissed your temple, and pressed his forehead to Leia’s. “You two are dangerous.”

Leia, seizing the moment, gave his nose a big, slobbery kiss.

Clark melted. “Okay, fine. I’ll keep it. But if Krypto hears it, I’m blaming both of you.”

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Just wanted to say I love your Clark Kent fics <333 makes me have baby fever 😭😭😭

thank you so much!!! 🫶🫶🫶 i also have baby fever bc of it (may also crash out soon bc my husband clark and daughter leia are not real)!!

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upcoming fics!

these 3 fics are scheduled to release friday, saturday, and sunday at 10pm EST. let me know what you think - if you have any requests! <3

masterlist: kent family adventures

Friday

Saturday

Sunday

I do not have a set schedule of when to release the fics below

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As we are, we two, we three/ As I alone can never be

Dad!Clark Kent x Female!Reader

Summary: Baby Leia's here! Dad Clark meets Leia for the first time (and cries). You and Clark bring newborn Leia home for the first time — and Clark is full of dad nerves, baby love, and overwhelming joy.

warnings: mentions of labor and giving birth, dad!clark, fem reader, anxieties about being new parents

a/n: guys did you see that post of david messaging someone on twitter (see image at the end) and giving the best dad advice about enjoying the 2am walks of just him and his baby im SICK TO MY STOMACH

more kent family adventures here!

The room was quiet.

Not the sterile silence from earlier — not the clinical hush of nurses and beeping monitors and labored breathing. That part was over now.

Now, the quiet was peaceful. Sacred. Now, there was only the warm, slow rhythm of recovery… and the tiniest, softest sounds of a brand-new life nestled against your chest.

Leia.

You held her close, swaddled in the hospital blanket, your heart still thudding from everything that had just happened. You were exhausted. Overwhelmed. So full of love you didn’t know where to put it all.

And Clark…

Clark had barely taken his eyes off her.

He stood beside your hospital bed, his large hands clasped tightly together, lips parted in awe. His hair was tousled, shirt rumpled, eyes red from crying — and crying again — and crying some more.

He looked like he was witnessing a miracle.

Because he was.

“Do you… do you want to hold her?” you asked softly, barely above a whisper.

Clark’s eyes widened, as if the invitation startled him.

“Are—are you sure?” he said, voice cracking. “You just—are you okay—?”

You nodded, smiling tiredly. “I’m okay. I promise. She’s ready to meet her daddy.”

He swallowed hard and blinked several times.

Then, without another word, he stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside with fumbling hands.

“Clark?” you said with a small laugh. “You okay?”

“Yeah! I just—” he ran a hand through his hair, looking sheepish. “They said… um. That skin-to-skin is good for bonding. With dads. And I want her to know me. Like… really know me.”

Your heart clenched.

You shifted gently, carefully cradling Leia in your arms, her face still sleepy and soft as you placed her into her father’s waiting hands.

Clark’s arms trembled.

Leia was so small — so impossibly small — and he held her like she was made of stardust and breath.

And then, slowly, he rested her against his bare chest.

Leia gave the tiniest sigh — a pleased, squeaky little sound — and immediately nuzzled against his warmth. Her tiny fingers curled against his skin. Her cheek found the center of his heartbeat.

And that’s when Clark lost it.

Tears spilled freely, openly, as he looked down at her.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he whispered, voice broken and reverent. “Hi, baby girl.”

Leia gave a soft little coo.

“Oh—oh my god,” Clark breathed. “She knows me. She—she likes me.”

You smiled through your own tears. “Of course she does. You’re her daddy.”

He slowly sank into the chair beside the bed, holding her tight, one hand gently cupping the back of her tiny head. His chest rose and fell as he cried — overwhelmed, undone — brushing a kiss to her dark hair.

“You’re real,” he whispered to her. “You’re really here.”

Leia let out a little grunt, as if agreeing.

Clark laughed, still weeping, and looked up at you.

“I don’t know how to breathe right now,” he admitted. “I love her so much.”

“I know,” you said. “Me too.”

You watched them for a long moment — your husband and your daughter, chest to chest, heart to heart. And though you were still sore and exhausted, your heart was light.

Because you knew this was the beginning of everything.

And your little girl?

She was already loved more than anything in this world.

-

The hospital doors slid open with a quiet hiss, and Clark Kent — Superman, legend, protector of Earth — exited like he was carrying the most precious cargo the world had ever known.

Because he was.

Leia, only a few days old, was nestled into her tiny car seat with her hat slightly crooked and her bottom lip puffed out in the softest sleep pout imaginable. Clark carried the car seat with both hands, like it was a sacred relic, walking with exaggerated caution across the parking lot. You trailed beside him, sore and tired, but glowing — not just with exhaustion, but with something deeper. You had your little girl. She was real. She was home.

Well, almost.

“Okay,” Clark said under his breath, as if narrating his movements to himself. “We’re walking. That’s good. Baby’s breathing. Still good. Sidewalk is flat. No meteor strikes. No wind gusts. No—okay, yes, thank you pigeons, please don’t fly at my face today—”

You tried not to laugh, but the way he was death-gripping the car seat handle like he was defusing a bomb was too much.

“Clark,” you whispered, amused. “She’s okay.”

“I know, I just—look at her. She’s so tiny. I’ve caught satellites with my bare hands, and this is what’s going to take me out. Baby nerves.”

When you reached the car, he practically used X-ray vision three times to double-check the back seat before slowly, reverently clicking her seat into place. His brow furrowed in concentration like he was aligning space station coordinates. Then he shut the door with the gentlest click known to man.

“Do you want me to drive?” you asked, settling into the passenger seat.

“Absolutely not,” he said quickly, almost scandalized by the idea. “You just gave birth. I can do this. I’m ready.”

He was not ready.

The entire 15-minute drive home took 28 minutes because Clark drove at exactly 15 miles per hour under the speed limit. His hands were at ten and two. His eyes flicked to the baby mirror every three seconds. The one time Leia let out a soft gurgle, he gasped and nearly pulled over.

“She sneezed,” he whispered.

“She’s a baby.”

“She sneezed. I didn’t teach her that.”

When you finally got home, he hovered nervously as you both stepped inside, arms instinctively held out in case Leia levitated or sneezed again or—God forbid—yawned too hard.

He set the car seat down in the living room with care, looked around at the soft, carefully prepared nursery corner, and just… froze.

The house was quiet.

The air was warm.

And in the center of it all was this impossibly small human being who now lived here.

Your daughter.

Your Leia.

“We brought her home,” you whispered.

Clark’s eyes were glassy as he crouched down beside her. “She’s home.”

You sank onto the couch, and he joined you a second later, eyes never leaving Leia, who stirred softly in her sleep. You reached for his hand, and he laced your fingers together instantly, grounding himself in your warmth.

“I didn’t think it’d feel like this,” he murmured. “Like my heart got pulled out of my chest and put into hers. Like I want to wrap the whole world in bubble wrap. Like… I’d give anything to keep her safe.”

He looked down at her, voice thick, “She’s so little. And I love her so much already.”

Tears slipped down his cheeks.

You reached out, brushing his hair back, kissing the side of his head.

“You’re a great dad already,” you whispered. “Leia’s so lucky.”

He turned to you, eyes red, and cupped your cheek.

“I’m the lucky one,” he said, voice breaking. “I love you. So, so much.”

Then he leaned in and kissed you — soft, deep, full of every emotion he couldn’t put into words. And when he pulled back, he kissed your temple. Your nose. Your hands. And then bent to gently kiss Leia’s forehead, over and over again.

“Welcome home, little star,” he whispered. “You’re safe.”

And for the first time, the three of you — a family — settled into the rhythm of home.

Together.

-

The bathroom was warm — just like you’d made it, turning up the heat before you started. The gentle sound of running water filled the small space as Clark stood by the sink, hands trembling ever so slightly, eyes locked on the tiny, perfect form cradled in his arms.

Leia’s first bath.

You were on your knees beside him, soothing and steady, reminding him where to support her fragile neck, how to cup the water just so.

Clark’s breath hitched every time Leia’s soft skin disappeared beneath the warm water. His eyes never left her — not for a single nanosecond.

“Okay, okay,” he whispered, voice tight. “She’s okay. She’s fine. She’s—”

Leia fussed, a tiny wrinkle between her brows, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

Clark’s whole body stiffened. His heart thundered.

“No, no, no,” he breathed, voice cracking. “I can’t lose her. Not like this.”

You reached out, brushing his shoulder with a gentle touch.

“She’s just surprised by the water,” you soothed. “You’re doing great, Clark. She’s okay.”

Slowly, the tension in his body eased.

The bath finished too quickly, leaving Leia all soft and wrinkled, the newborn scrunch still perfectly evident as she raised her little legs up.

You wrapped her in a fluffy towel, then dressed her in a soft onesie.

Clark’s hands trembled as he reached for her again, this time more confidently.

You both carried her carefully into the bedroom and gently laid her in the middle of your bed.

She was snug and warm, her tiny fingers curling and uncurling, eyes fluttering in sleepy bliss.

You and Clark settled down beside her, breathing in the unmistakable sweet baby scent — a mixture of milk, soft skin, and innocence.

Clark’s gaze softened, lingering on the faint scent of newborn softness on Leia’s cheek.

Tears welled up in his eyes, spilling quietly down his cheeks.

“She’s real,” he whispered. “She’s really here.”

You smiled, reaching over to take his hand.

“And she’s ours. Always.”

Clark leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Leia’s forehead, his heart full beyond words.

For a moment, the world stopped, wrapped in warmth and love and the quiet miracle of family.

-

It was quiet. Too quiet, Clark thought.

The soft hum of the baby monitor. The muffled city sounds. The rhythmic ticking of the wall clock. You were finally asleep — deep, dreamless sleep, your face half-buried in the pillow, body turned toward the bassinet beside the bed. Completely still.

And Leia… Leia was also still.

Too still.

Clark had gotten up five times already.

He stood now, again, beside the bassinet — arms crossed tightly across his chest, barefoot, shirt rumpled, hair sticking up from where he'd run his fingers through it too many times.

“She’s okay,” he whispered to himself. “She’s fine. You just checked her thirty seconds ago.”

But that didn’t stop him.

He leaned down, squinting in the dim nightlight glow. Her tiny chest rose — wait — yes, there, there it went, up and down. He could hear her tiny little breaths and the sound of her heart, but he needed to see her breathing. Needed to see her chest moving. A little shuddery sigh left her lips and her fingers twitched against the side of the swaddle.

Clark exhaled.

Then inhaled sharply again.

“What if she stops?” he whispered. “What if I fall asleep and she stops breathing and I don’t hear it and—what if I’m not fast enough?”

He’d flown across oceans in the blink of an eye. Caught missiles. Held collapsing buildings in his arms.

But this?

This was his daughter. His tiny, fragile, too-small daughter. With her wrinkled nose and her soft fuzzy head and the softest breaths that barely made a sound.

Clark sat on the edge of the bed, then stood again. Then sat. His hands were shaking.

You stirred slightly, your voice gravelly with sleep, “Clark… come back to bed…”

“I just—I need to make sure—”

Your eyes opened slowly, bleary, heavy-lidded, but filled with understanding. You reached out, wrapping your hand gently around his wrist, pulling him back toward you.

“She’s okay,” you whispered. “She’s safe.”

“What if she’s not?” His voice cracked. “What if I miss something? I can’t hear everything at once, I—what if there’s something wrong and I don’t know?”

You tugged him down beside you, and he melted into your warmth almost instantly, letting you guide his head to your chest. Your fingers brushed through his hair slowly, lovingly.

“You’re doing everything right, Clark.”

“But I can’t protect her from this. From being tiny. From… from not breathing right, or fevers, or germs—”

You kissed the top of his head. “You will learn. We both will.”

A soft little coo floated from the bassinet. Clark was up immediately, hovering beside it, until Leia let out the tiniest snore.

Clark clutched at his chest.

“She snores,” he whispered to you. “My daughter snores. That’s it, I’m never sleeping again.”

You gave a half-laugh, half-groan from bed. “You will. Eventually.”

Clark didn’t respond. He was too busy pulling the chair from the corner of the room and settling into it beside the bassinet like a knight keeping vigil beside a cradle.

And all night long, he watched her. And listened. And loved.

With the kind of quiet, endless devotion only a new father — and a man like Clark Kent — could possibly hold in his heart.

-

The house was quiet. Leia had just fallen asleep — finally — after what felt like the longest cluster-feeding stretch in the history of babies. Her swaddle was a little crooked, her pacifier was on the floor somewhere, and you were too tired to care.

Your body ached.

You sat on the couch in your robe, leaning into the cushions like you hadn’t moved in years, legs curled up under you. Clark sat beside you, one arm stretched along the backrest behind your shoulders, the other hand gently cradling your thigh.

There was a familiar rhythm to your breathing now. Slow. Heavy. Still wired, still tired.

You stared at the ceiling for a long beat before saying, “What if I mess her up?”

Clark looked over, brows raised in soft surprise. “What?”

“Leia,” you said. “What if I mess her up? What if I get something wrong now and it ruins something later? Or—what if I’m not enough for her? Not patient enough, or strong enough, or calm enough.”

You weren’t trying to be dramatic. You were just… tired. Tired and afraid.

Clark didn’t laugh or dismiss you. He nodded — like he understood completely — and pulled you gently closer until your head rested against his chest.

“I think about that every day,” he said quietly. “That I’ll fail her somehow. That I won’t be there when she needs me, or I’ll say the wrong thing, or I’ll just… not know what I’m doing.”

You let out a shaky breath.

“It feels like the stakes are so high now.”

“Because they are,” he said. “She’s our whole world now. And the scary part is… the world doesn’t pause so we can figure out how to raise her.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“But Clark… I think the only reason I’m not completely falling apart is because I have you.”

He blinked at that.

You looked up at him — and his eyes were already soft, glassy.

“You’re here,” you said, voice cracking. “Like, really here. I don’t feel like I’m doing this alone. Not even a little. Some dads don’t even change diapers, or they sleep through the night while the mom does everything, or they treat their partner like she’s supposed to handle all of it just because she gave birth.”

You swallowed, your hand resting over his heart.

“But you… you carry her when I’m too sore. You get up in the night. You do feedings and laundry and skin-to-skin and burp her even when she fights you like she’s training to be a boxer. You’re doing this. With me.”

Clark blinked quickly, and then laughed through a sniffle, rubbing his nose on his sleeve.

“Of course I’m doing this with you,” he said hoarsely. “This isn’t just your journey. She’s ours. You brought her into the world, and the least I can do is hold it up while you heal.”

You looked at him — really looked — and the weight of love you felt in that moment was almost unbearable.

“Sometimes it feels like you’re doing more than me,” you admitted.

“And I want to,” Clark said without hesitation. “You just went through everything. You’re still healing. You’re allowed to lean on me. That’s… that’s what love is, right? Not having to carry it all by yourself.”

You leaned in and kissed him — slow, deep, tired.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “For making me feel safe. And seen. And not alone in this.”

Clark cupped your cheek, resting his forehead to yours.

“We’re in this together,” he said. “All the messy, wonderful, terrifying parts of it.”

In the distance, Leia stirred and let out a soft, sleepy sigh.

Neither of you moved.

You just sat there, your hearts beating slow and steady — two brand-new parents, afraid and exhausted, but deeply in love.

And doing your best. Together.

-

The clock glowed 2:00 AM. The house was hushed, shadows pooling softly in every corner.

You lay curled beneath the covers, finally able to rest after a long day. Your breathing deep and even.

Meanwhile, Clark was awake — as usual when Leia was fussy in the night.

He stood quietly in the dim nursery, cradling their tiny daughter in his arms. She was squirming a little, soft cries slipping past her lips.

Clark’s voice was calm but firm, barely above a whisper, “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Mommy needs her rest.”

He kissed Leia’s damp forehead and carefully shifted her closer against his chest, feeling the faint rise and fall of her breath.

With deliberate, slow steps, Clark left the nursery and padded through the quiet house. The cool wood floor felt grounding beneath his feet.

Outside, the world was still — stars twinkling faintly through the windows.

Clark hummed a soft tune, a lullaby he remembered from childhood, as Leia’s crying softened into sleepy coos.

He looked down at her tiny face — scrunched in that newborn way that only made him love her more — and swallowed a lump in his throat.

“You’re so small,” he whispered. “So perfect.”

His heart ached with the weight of it all — the wonder, the fear, the overwhelming joy of being a father.

He knew these moments were fleeting. One day, Leia wouldn’t need him to walk her through the house in the middle of the night.

One day, she’d be laughing, running, chasing her own dreams.

But right now?

Right now, it was just him and her. And the quiet, sacred stillness of 2 AM.

He promised himself he’d never forget this.

How warm her skin felt against his chest. The way her eyelids fluttered as she drifted to sleep. The softest sigh she breathed when she knew she was safe.

Clark slowed, standing beneath the moonlight pouring through the window, and closed his eyes.

Because in this quiet moment, he was exactly where he wanted to be.

-

oh my god my shayla!!!

[orobaxis]

What about this cute idea!!! Clark taking the reader and baby Leia to the Hall of Justice so the gang gets to meet her for the first time?? At the beginning they're like "IDK is just a baby 😐" but when Clark and Y/N leave them alone for just a couple of minutes? HECK, they're head over heels for her 😭❤️✨️

Leia vs The Justice Gang (A Tale of Total Domination) 👶🦸‍♀️

Summary: The Justice Gang meets baby Leia Kent for the first time (and recruits her)

warnings: guy gardner tries to kidnap leia

2k+ words

a/n: i did this instead of my grown-up job, got me smiling and grinning in my office like an idiot lmao!! i hope you like it!! <3 <3

more kent family adventures here!

It had taken weeks of planning to make this happen.

Clark had been adamant. “They’re my team, my friends. They’ve been waiting to meet her.”

You had been skeptical. “Clark. Half of them blow up buildings on the daily and the other half don’t even know how to hold a cup of coffee without breaking it.”

“It’ll be fine,” he promised. “I’ll bring snacks.”

You didn’t know if your six-month-old daughter Leia would win them over… but you did know Clark packed a mean diaper bag.

So, to the Hall of Justice you went.

“Alright,” Clark said proudly as you stepped inside the League’s HQ, baby Leia secured in her carrier against your chest, “Gang, meet Leia.”

You waved. Leia blinked.

Mister Terrific glanced up from his tablet, eyes narrowed. “It’s just a baby.” He was clearly unimpressed.

Hawkgirl tilted her head. “...Yup. Definitely baby-shaped.”

Guy Gardner leaned back in a chair, chewing gum. “She drool or do tricks?”

Metamorpho, currently half-human and half-obsidian, just grunted. “I guess she’s fine. For a baby.”

Clark chuckled and gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “They’re just pretending not to care.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Sure doesn’t feel like pretending.”

-

After a few minutes of awkward adult-to-infant small talk (mostly from Clark), you leaned over and whispered, “Hey, I need to pump, can you hold her for a bit?”

Clark nodded, and addressed the group. “We’re going to step out for a sec. Keep an eye on Leia?”

Mister Terrific blinked. “Are you seriously leaving the baby with us?”

“She’s harmless!” Clark said cheerfully, handing her to Metamorpho like he wasn’t a human chemistry experiment.

“You sure about that?” Guy muttered, watching the baby suspiciously as she blinked up at him and cooed.

Clark smiled. “She’ll be fine. She’s very charming.”

Then you and Clark were gone.

-

Silence.

They all exchanged looks.

Leia blinked slowly at the group of world-class superheroes.

Then she smiled.

And it was over for them.

“Oh my god,” Hawkgirl gasped. “She has dimples. Why does she have dimples.”

“Those dimples look good on her but lame on Superman,” Mister Terrific added. “She’s looking directly into my soul.”

Leia let out a delighted squeal and flailed her arms. Guy visibly flinched.

“What was that? Was that a threat? Was that a happy noise?!”

Leia blew a raspberry.

“Oh my god it’s so loud,” Metamorpho muttered — and then paused. “...Wait. Is she laughing?”

Guy leaned forward cautiously. “Do it again. Laugh again.”

Leia giggled.

Guy put a hand over his heart like he’d been shot. “Oh no. I love her.”

-

Fifteen minutes later, you and Clark returned to find absolute chaos.

Mister Terrific had Leia in his arms and was rhythmically bouncing, speaking softly. Hawkgirl was cooing and making bird noises — possibly for science, possibly for fun. Metamorpho had turned into a big soft jelly bean and was letting Leia squish his head with her fists. And Guy Gardner, Green Lantern and lifelong menace, had a pink stuffed starfish puppet on his hand and was performing a very serious puppet show.

Clark blinked. “We were gone for ten minutes.”

Guy didn’t look up. “Don’t talk to me, I’m bonding with your daughter.”

“She chose me as her favorite,” Mister Terrific said smugly.

“She pulled my wing and didn’t cry about it. That’s trust,” Hawkgirl countered.

“She laughed at my rock joke,” Metamorpho said, proud.

Leia blew another raspberry and waved her arms — as if she was holding court.

-

As you were getting ready to leave, Clark tried to take Leia back — only for all four heroes to instantly pout.

“Can she stay a few more minutes?” Hawkgirl begged.

“She hasn’t tried the goggles yet,” Mister Terrific added.

“She didn’t even meet my dog!” Guy complained.

Clark grinned. “You all hated babies an hour ago.”

“I was misinformed,” Metamorpho said seriously.

You gave Leia a kiss and turned to Clark. “You were right. She’s charming.”

Clark beamed, Leia let out a sleepy coo, and the Justice League — your big, ridiculous, overpowered extended family — waved goodbye to their new tiny overlord.

-

The Hall of Justice was abuzz with activity. Alarms were going off. Satellite footage was glitching. Someone definitely blew up a moon again. Maybe two moons.

Superman landed in the main corridor with a whoosh, cape still fluttering behind him, the picture of heroic calm.

“Emergency alert received,” he said, adjusting his gloves. “What’s going on?”

Guy Gardner looked up from the central console, squinting. “Oh. It’s you.”

Clark blinked. “...Yes. It’s me.”

“No offense, bro, but where’s Leia?”

Clark frowned. “She’s with her mom. And I was told this was urgent?”

Guy waved a hand. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll get to that. But like… is she saying new words yet? Sitting up? Eating solids?”

“She tried a mashed banana yesterday,” Clark admitted. “But she didn’t like it—wait, how is this relevant?”

Just then, Hawkgirl walked in, took one look at Superman, and immediately deflated. “Oh. I thought you were bringing Leia.”

“I’m literally glowing with solar energy,” Clark said, gesturing to himself.

“No Leia, though,” Hawkgirl muttered, already walking away.

Metamorpho entered, looked Clark dead in the eye, and asked, “Did she grow any more teeth?”

Clark, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “You do realize I stopped a nuclear meltdown this morning, right?”

Mister Terrific didn’t even look up from his lab when Clark entered. “Unless you’re here with Leia or a video of Leia or a hologram simulation of Leia, turn around.”

“Does anyone remember I’m Superman?” Clark grumbled, standing in front of a literal floating nuclear core schematic.

“I remember,” said the AI assistant softly. “Barely.”

Later that day, Clark was sitting in the briefing room, explaining a potential multiverse breach. It was urgent. It was complex. It involved timelines, chronal rifts, and a villain who may or may not have been a future version of Jimmy Olsen.

Guy Gardner raised a hand mid-sentence.

Clark exhaled. “Yes, Guy?”

“Have you considered bringing Leia in again? For morale.”

Clark just stared. “You want to fix a multiversal crisis with my baby’s smile.”

“Hey,” Guy shrugged. “It could work.”

Metamorpho chimed in, “Have you considered dressing her like a tiny superhero? I’d die.”

Hawkgirl added, “She’d look amazing in tiny goggles.”

Clark folded his arms across his chest. “You guys are out of control.”

“Did you bring pictures?” Mister Terrific asked casually.

Clark paused… then sighed, reaching into his suit and pulling out a folded photo.

It was Leia, in footie pajamas, squishing Metamorpho’s face like Play-Doh.

All four heroes leaned in and audibly cooed.

Guy sniffled. “She’s so chunky. It’s beautiful.”

Hours later, you opened the door just as Clark returned.

“You’re home early,” you said. “Wasn’t there a time-rift or something?”

“There was,” Clark muttered. “But apparently the team only considers me useful if I show up with our daughter.”

You handed Leia over, and she immediately grabbed his glasses.

“She’s the real MVP now,” you teased.

Clark kissed Leia’s cheek and gave you a helpless smile. “I think I’ve been benched by a six-month-old.”

“She’s got your job now, Kent.”

-

It was supposed to be a quiet, surprise visit. Keyword: supposed to be.

You were holding six-month-old Leia against your chest as the doors of the Hall of Justice opened with a dramatic whoosh. Clark had no idea you were coming. You were just going to say hi. Maybe sit in on a mission briefing. Maybe let Leia drool on some world-ending tech. You know — normal stuff.

But the second you stepped into the main atrium—

“IS THAT THE BABY?!”

THUNDEROUS FOOTSTEPS.

Before you could blink, the entire Justice Gang descended upon you like pigeons on a French fry.

“MOVE!” Guy Gardner shouted, literally shoving Mister Terrific into a wall. “I CALL FIRST HOLD!”

“She knows me best,” Metamorpho growled, stretching across the room like Silly Putty.

Hawkgirl hovered above the crowd, snatching Leia from your arms mid-air. “MY LITTLE WINGED GREMLIN!”

You blinked. “...Hi, everyone.”

Ten minutes later, Leia was now being passed around like Simba in The Lion King.

Guy held her up with both hands. “LOOK AT THIS FACE. THIS IS A PERFECTLY ENGINEERED BABY!”

Leia giggled, clearly having the time of her life.

“She likes you the most, Gardner,” Hawkgirl said with a smirk.

Clark — who had just walked in and found his baby being hoisted above Guy’s head like a football trophy — froze. “Excuse me.”

“Oh. Hey, Supes,” Guy said without looking down. “Leia’s doing great, man. She’s got a strong grip. Bit of a flirt. Definitely your kid.”

Clark’s eye twitched. “Give me my baby.”

“No can do,” Guy said, casually walking away. “She just called me ‘Ga.’ That’s basically dad.”

“She was trying to say gah, as in gibberish,” Clark replied tightly, offended.

“She reached for me,” Guy argued, backing into the teleportation room. “She wants to go to space. I think we should travel the stars together—”

“GUY.”

-

The Justice Gang, to their credit, tried to intervene.

“I’m not stopping him,” Metamorpho said. “She’s clearly his tiny sidekick now.”

“She fits in his pocket,” Mister Terrific added. “It's disturbingly cute.”

Clark was now chasing Guy down the hall at full Kryptonian speed, trying not to vaporize the man in front of his daughter.

“PUT HER DOWN,” he shouted.

“NEVER!” Guy called over his shoulder. “SHE’S MY TINY BEST FRIEND NOW. WE HAVE A BOND. YOU CAN’T STOP DESTINY.”

You finally stepped in, arms crossed. “Guy Gardner, if you don’t return my baby right now, I swear to god I will tell Leia that you’re the reason she doesn’t get dessert for a week.”

That did it.

Guy froze, horrified.

Leia blinked up at you from his arms, then let out a tiny, suspicious fart.

The moment shattered. Clark swooped in, gently scooping her back into his arms like she was made of starlight.

“Thank goodness,” he muttered. “She’s not joining the Green Lantern Corps.”

Guy sulked. “You’re just jealous she likes me best.”

Clark held Leia up so she could look at him.

Leia burbled and grabbed Clark’s nose.

He melted instantly. “Okay, baby girl. You’re forgiven.”

-

Later, in the Jet Hangar, the entire team sat in a circle on the floor, Leia nestled in Clark’s lap, babbling to herself.

“She should come to every meeting,” Metamorpho said. “I haven’t felt this calm in years.”

“I’d die for her,” Hawkgirl said softly.

“I already tried to,” Guy mumbled.

You sat beside Clark, leaning your head against his shoulder. “You still mad?”

He sighed. “No. I just… I didn’t think it would happen this fast.”

“What?”

“That they’d love her more than me.”

You grinned, kissing his cheek. “Welcome to fatherhood.”

Leia sneezed.

Half the team clutched their hearts and awwed.

-

Clark Kent has fought aliens, stopped asteroids, even stared down his own clone once.

None of that prepared him for the moment you radioed in with a voice that could cut through titanium.

“Clark Joseph Kent, did you accidentally take our baby on a mission?!”

There was a very, very long pause.

“...define accidentally.”

-

Two hours earlier, Superman was just making a quick stop by the Hall of Justice.

Leia was strapped to his chest in a baby carrier, snug in her puffy snowsuit, her pacifier wobbling slightly with every giggle. He was only supposed to drop off paperwork. Harmless.

But then there was an alert. Some villainous warehouse situation. Quick and clean.

And Clark had a very stupid thought:

“She’ll nap through it.”

So he zoomed off with baby Leia still strapped to his chest, her frog hat barely visible beneath his cape.

-

Leia was completely unfazed by the minor chaos.

Lasers? Cool light show. Explosions? Cozy vibrations. Henchmen screaming in fear? Fun background music.

By the time Clark finished subduing the baddies and calling in backup, Leia was cooing at a fireball.

“She has your fearless streak,” Mister Terrific deadpanned over comms.

“Please don’t tell her mom,” Clark whispered.

-

BUT YOU KNEW.

Oh, you knew.

Because Guy Gardner texted you a selfie. WITH LEIA in the middle of a battlefield, making kissy faces while he threw up a peace sign.

You were already on your way to the Hall of Justice, storming in like you were the one with laser vision.

Clark tried to explain as he hovered in, wide-eyed and guilty, Leia snoozing like an angel on his chest.

“She was asleep the whole time—”

“You took her to a crime scene, Clark!”

“I didn't mean to! She looked so cozy—”

“YOU’RE GROUNDED.”

Clark blinked. “Wait, what?”

“You heard me. No patrols for 48 hours. No cape. No missions. You’re homebound. Only baby duty for the rest of the week.”

He pouted. “Even space?”

“Especially space.”

From the floor, Hawkgirl muttered, “Grounded by your wife. That’s tough, bro.”

Clark sighed, slumping into a chair with Leia still in the carrier.

“Worst part is, she’s not even mad,” he whispered, gently kissing Leia’s cheek. “She had the time of her life.”

-

It started with a simple request.

“Guys, please don’t post any pictures of Leia. We’d like to keep things private.”

Totally reasonable.

Everyone nodded. Totally understood.

And then… the leak.

Two days later, Superman walked into the Hall of Justice, coffee in hand, ready to do some intel briefings when he saw—

A GIANT digital display in the atrium, scrolling through an album titled:

✨ “LEIA’S LITTLE JUSTICE ADVENTURES!” ✨

“Oh my God,” he whispered.

There she was:

Leia in a onesie that said “Property of the Hall of Justice.”

Leia sleeping on Mister Terrific’s shoulder.

Leia drooling on Hawkgirl’s wings.

Leia yanking Guy Gardner’s ear with terrifying joy.

And the captions.

“Commander Drool reporting for duty 🍼” “This baby has the strength of 10 men (mostly emotional).” “Superman’s greatest creation. Sorry, Fortress of Solitude.”

Clark turned slowly to the group.

“…You said you wouldn’t post anything.”

Guy shrugged. “You said it, sure. But like. That was before she smiled at us.”

“She’s got fans now,” Hawkgirl added. “Look—she has fan art.”

Mister Terrific projected a hologram of Leia drawn as a mini Justice League commander, riding a dragon and holding a juice box like a sword.

Clark blinked. “She’s a baby.”

“She’s THE baby,” Metamorpho said. “No use fighting it, Big Guy.”

Clark’s phone buzzed.

CLARK. WHY IS OUR CHILD ON THE FRONT PAGE OF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE WEBSITE??

His blood ran cold.

He called you instantly. “I can explain—”

“Did you post her?”

“No! It was Guy!”

You paused. “…Did you let Guy near the baby folder again?”

“I didn’t mean to—he must’ve hacked into my photo drive—”

“Clark.”

He winced. “Please don’t be mad.”

Silence.

Then, a sigh. “...She does look very cute in that photo.”

“She does,” Clark whispered, relieved.

“But Clark?”

“Yes?”

“Remove the photos now or you’re never going home again.”

Clark gulped. “Already doing it...done!” His voice was squeaky.

You sighed and hung up, looking at your daughter.

“What am I gonna do with you, little miss Justice Gang?”

Leia, sensing her power, promptly tooted and giggled.

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Premium air and tire fluid?!

Summary: You prank Clark with the “premium air” TikTok trend — and he almost believes you (because he’s a smart man, but he’s also very trusting when it comes to you). So, you try to prank him again with the infamous tire fluid prank — and once again, poor Clark wants to believe in you, but he’s suspicious now.

a/n: clark kent has had enough of you and your prank (he is so in love).

more kent family adventures here!

You’d been giggling to yourself for the past ten minutes, scrolling through TikTok while Clark was finishing up folding baby Leia’s laundry.

She was on the playmat, chewing happily on her giraffe toy, babbling nonsense while Superman himself sat cross-legged on the floor beside her, gently folding onesies like he wasn’t the most powerful man on the planet.

Perfect moment for chaos.

You cleared your throat. “Hey, babe?”

“Mmhmm?” he said, not looking up as he gently tried (and failed) to fold a fitted crib sheet.

“I took the car to the shop today. The tire pressure light was on again.”

Clark looked up. “Oh? Was it low?”

“Yeah. But I had them put in premium air this time.”

He blinked. “…Premium air?”

“Yeah,” you said casually, walking into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water, as if this were just normal conversation. “The guy said it helps with fuel efficiency. It was, like, a hundred bucks for all four tires, but I figured it was worth it, long-term.”

Clark froze, a onesie dangling from his fingers. “You paid… one hundred dollars… for premium air?”

You turned around slowly, keeping your expression calm. “Yeah. Don’t worry — it’s not regular air. It’s, like, purified or something. NASA grade.”

Leia made a delighted squeal like she was in on the prank.

Clark stared at you. “Purified. NASA-grade. Air. In the tires.”

You nodded solemnly. “Exactly.”

He slowly stood up. “You know I love you more than anything in this world, right?”

You tilted your head. “Uh-huh.”

“And you’re incredibly smart, brilliant even.”

You nodded again. “True.”

He paused. “So I’m going to ask this next part gently… but… did they give you a certificate for this premium air?”

That broke you. You doubled over laughing, nearly dropping your glass of water as you gasped, “CLARK. It’s a TikTok prank!!”

Clark’s jaw dropped. “You’re—what?! You—!”

You were in hysterics now, and even Leia was giggling, sensing the contagious joy in the room.

“I cannot believe you thought I paid a hundred dollars for air,” you wheezed.

Clark flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well—! I was trying not to judge, in case you were serious! I didn’t want to be the husband who made his wife feel bad for… premium… air.”

“Oh my god, you were ready to drive around on ‘NASA-grade’ oxygen and just live with it, weren’t you?”

“I didn’t know! Maybe our tires need better air!”

You nearly collapsed into the couch, crying with laughter. Clark stood there, hands on his hips, fighting a smile.

Leia, meanwhile, was rolling on her side, grinning like her little soul understood how dumb — and precious — her parents were.

Eventually, Clark chuckled, walked over, and dropped a kiss on your forehead.

“You’re the worst.”

You grinned. “But the funniest.”

“And the luckiest,” he said, scooping Leia into his arms. “Because if you ever actually spend $100 on tire air again, you’ll be walking.”

“Good thing I have Superman for a husband,” you said smugly. “He can just fly me around.”

Clark groaned. “And I would, too. You’re spoiled.”

“Absolutely.”

Leia squealed in agreement.

-

On a different day, you found yourself giggling again all afternoon.

Not because Leia had just started doing her “fierce eyebrows” expression whenever she pooped — although that was hilarious — but because you had another TikTok prank brewing.

Clark had been wary ever since the premium air incident. You caught him reading up on “common vehicle scams” the next day and muttering “How does anyone fall for this?” under his breath.

So you knew it wouldn’t be easy this time.

Which only made it better.

“Hey, babe?” you called out, holding Leia in your arms. She was in one of Clark’s old Metropolis Meteors T-shirts, practically drowning in it, and chewing on the collar.

Clark came into the kitchen with two mugs of tea — one for you and one for himself — wearing sweats and looking like the human version of cozy.

“What’s up?” he asked, handing you your mug and leaning over to kiss your temple. Leia gurgled between you two like she approved of the affection.

You put on your best “serious wife” voice. “So… I just came back from Walmart’s auto section, and they said the tire fluid in the car looked really low. They said it could be a safety hazard and I should come back in for a flush.”

Clark blinked.

“Tire. Fluid.”

“Yup,” you said cheerfully. “They even said they can add color to it. Blue for front tires, red for the back. Safety-coded.”

Clark just stared.

Then glanced at Leia, who stared back.

Then back at you.

“…Tire fluid,” he said slowly.

You sipped your tea innocently. “Mmhmm.”

He crossed his arms, expression flat. “You do know tires don’t have fluid, right? Because tires… are filled with air.”

You widened your eyes. “Wait. Are you sure? Walmart said it was standard maintenance. For safety.”

He sighed deeply, like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Tell me you’re joking.”

You didn’t answer.

He narrowed his eyes. “This is another TikTok thing, isn’t it?”

Still nothing.

He took a step closer. “You’re pranking me again.”

Finally, you cracked — exploded, really — into laughter, nearly dropping Leia in the process. She let out a surprised hiccup, then started giggling too.

“OH MY GOD,” you gasped, “you looked so suspicious but you still considered it!!”

“I DID NOT,” Clark said defensively. “I knew it was fake this time.”

“You hesitated! There was doubt!”

“I was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt!” he cried. “You tricked me with premium air, I’m still recovering from the trauma!”

You wiped a tear from your eye. “I can’t believe you actually looked like you were gonna call Jiffy Lube to ask about tire juice.”

Clark groaned, dragging a hand down his face as Leia giggled at both of you.

“Between you and TikTok, I am never trusting anything about cars again. I’m just flying everywhere from now on.”

You patted his chest. “Good. Then I’ll prank you about airspace fees next.”

Clark narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you dare.”

“Too late. Already got the invoice.”

Leia sneezed from your arms, clearly agreeing that her parents were chaos.

Clark took her gently, kissing her forehead. “You better be ready, sweetheart,” he whispered to her. “Your mom is an unhinged menace. Start training now.”

“She’s already got my side eye down,” you said proudly.

Clark shook his head, grinning. “I can’t wait till you try this prank on her one day, and she just blinks and goes, ‘No? Tires don’t have fluid.’”

“She’ll be smart,” you said smugly. “She’s got me for a mom.”

He kissed your cheek. “She’s doomed.”

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Sir, this is a Whole Foods

Summary: You, Clark, and baby Leia go grocery shopping — and the second you leave them alone, your husband and daughter become the produce aisle’s hottest attraction.

a/n: i am legitimately on fire with all the longing and wanting to be clark kent's wife and mother of his children!!

more kent family adventures here!

“Okay,” you said, kissing Leia’s cheek and adjusting your purse strap. “I’m just running back to get that cereal you like—the overpriced one.”

Clark looked offended. “You mean the one that tastes like if granola went to grad school? Got it.”

Leia was strapped snugly against his chest in the baby carrier, legs dangling, cheeks squishy, happily gumming the collar of his shirt.

“You two good here for a minute?” you asked, already backing away.

Clark nodded confidently. “We’ll be in the produce aisle. I’m going to teach Leia about vegetables.”

Six minutes later, you returned with cereal in hand.

You stopped in your tracks.

There he was: Clark Kent, six-foot-four of broad-shouldered, flannel-wearing husband glory, standing in front of a mountain of sweet potatoes with Leia in a frog hat strapped to his chest like a baby-sized accessory. You heard him talking to her, “Yeah, Leia, and that’s called a spaghetti squash. But it’s not actual spaghetti. I know, right? Wild.”

And surrounding him? The peanut gallery.

Three women were pretending to examine lemons nearby while stealing glances. A guy in joggers was definitely circling. And one bold woman—young, cute, and determined—was standing directly in front of him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear every five seconds.

You approached slowly, curious.

“So, is she yours?” the woman asked sweetly, gesturing to Leia.

Clark beamed. “Yeah! This is Leia. Six months. She just learned how to dramatically throw things for no reason.”

Leia, as if on cue, launched a pacifier over his shoulder like a well-oiled catapult.

Clark didn’t even flinch. “See?”

The woman laughed and stepped slightly closer. “That’s adorable. And you’re, like…so good with her.”

Clark chuckled, entirely oblivious. “Oh, thanks! My wife says she got my appetite and her chaos from both of us.”

“Oh…” the woman said, her smile twitching. “You’re married?”

Clark nodded, proudly bouncing Leia a little. “Yeah! She just went to grab cereal. We come here as a little family outing sometimes.”

Leia burbled and smacked his chest with her fist.

The woman visibly faltered. “Wow. That’s… so sweet.”

Clark, unaware, just kept going. “Do you have kids?”

“No,” she said tightly. “I just… really like babies.”

“Oh, cool!” he said cheerfully. “You should see her when she eats mashed peas. She makes this face like I’ve betrayed her in the worst way possible.”

You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing as you walked up behind him.

“Everything okay over here?” you asked, all innocent and smiley.

Clark lit up. “Hey! I was just telling this nice lady about the peas!”

The woman looked at you. Then at Leia. Then at Clark, who was now doing a spot-on impression of Leia’s betrayed pea face.

“I, uh…” she mumbled, stepping back. “I should go find… my… lemons.”

You gave her a little wave. “Good luck with that.”

As she retreated, Clark turned to you, brow furrowed. “She didn’t even have a cart. Do you think she forgot it in her car?”

You just smirked. “Yes, sweetheart. That’s definitely what happened.”

He looked back at Leia. “I was just telling her about your pea drama. We should make a chart of your facial expressions. They’re award-worthy.”

Leia shrieked in agreement.

You leaned in, kissing his cheek. “You’re dangerously charming when you talk about your baby.”

He laughed, leaning into you slightly. “Well, it’s easy. I’ve got the cutest assistant.”

Leia immediately tried to bite his chin.

“See?” he said proudly. “Multitalented.”

-

Clark insisted that the woman wasn’t flirting.

“I don’t think she was flirting,” he said in the car on the way home.

“She didn’t have a cart, Clark. Or a list. Or a single item.”

“She said she liked babies!”

“You’re the baby.”

Then, a week later. Saturday. Grocery day.

Leia is strapped to Clark’s chest in her fuzzy bear onesie, her feet kicking against his ribs, a string of drool glistening on his shirt like a proud badge of honor. You hand Clark the shopping list again, this time with a smirk.

“I’m going to grab some milk,” you say, suspiciously similar to last time. “You good?”

He pats Leia’s back. “We’re a dynamic duo.”

Leia tries to eat the corner of the list.

You give him eight minutes.

When you come back, you don’t even try to be subtle.

You hide behind a display like a spy and peek around the corner.

Sure enough — he’s done it again.

Clark is in front of the produce, gently explaining the concept of kiwis to Leia, while a woman in yoga pants approaches.

She is smiling. Flirty smile. Twirly hair. Intentional giggle. You know the signs.

“Wow,” she says. “You really know your way around a baby carrier.”

Clark, still focused on trying to get Leia to say “banana,” glances up. “Oh, thanks! Took me three tries to figure out how to get her in this thing without tangling myself like a pretzel.”

She laughs a little too hard. “Well, you look like a natural.”

Clark just smiles politely. “My wife got it for me! It’s called the Bear Cub 3000, or something. Actually, I don’t think that’s what it’s called. But it’s very secure. And Leia loves it, don’t you, bug?”

Leia chooses this moment to slap him in the mouth.

Clark just beams at her, clearly amused.

The woman is clearly trying to recover. “That’s…so sweet. Is she your first?”

“Oh yeah,” Clark says happily. “First baby, first carrier, first time being kicked in the sternum repeatedly every morning.”

He chuckles like this is the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to him.

The woman visibly hesitates. “You and your wife must be…very close.”

Clark, still not catching on, grins, “Yeah, she’s amazing. I’m obsessed with her.”

He picks up a cantaloupe and sniffs it with great seriousness.

Leia grabs his nose and honks it.

The woman flinches.

You decide this is your cue.

You stroll up like you don’t already know everything.

“Hey, babe,” you say casually. “How’s cantaloupe inspection going?”

Clark lights up. “Leia picked this one! She grabbed it with both fists and drooled on it, so, you know… it’s probably ripe.”

You nod solemnly. “Science.”

He turns to the woman, gesturing to you. “This is my wife! The baby carrier expert!”

The woman smiles weakly. “It’s great to meet you. I’m gonna head on now.”

She walks away quickly.

Clark waves politely. “Nice lady. She really likes babies.”

You just pat his back.

“Of course she does, sweetheart.”

Leia sneezes directly onto his shirt and lets out a satisfied sigh.

Back in the car, Clark finally glances at you suspiciously. “…Was she flirting?”

You smirk. “Clark. She offered you a coupon for baby massage oil.”

He blinks. “Oh. I just thought she was generous.”

You laugh. “No, Smallville. You’re just hot.”

Leia kicks her legs against her dad’s chest, blowing raspberries and spewing spit everywhere.

Clark shakes his head, baffled. “I swear I don’t notice these things.”

You kiss his cheek. “That’s okay, baby. I do.”

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“Let me see what you have.” “A knife!” “NO!”

Summary: You prank your poor husband Clark by giving your daughter a fake knife.

a/n: clark is gonna die of an aneurysm from this reader + leia combo just pranking him all the time lmao. if you have any more tiktok pranks for clark kent, let me know!

more kent family adventures here!

In hindsight, you probably should've felt bad.

But you didn't.

Because you'd just found the most realistic-looking fake knife from that Halloween prop bin in the basement — plastic, dull, perfectly safe — and the idea hit you like a rogue batarang.

Your daughter, Leia, now a bold and chaotic six-month-old, was currently sitting in the middle of the living room floor with applesauce on her cheek and evil in her heart. Perfect test subject.

“Here, sweet pea,” you cooed, handing her the fake knife. “Mommy's little stabby chef. This is for science.”

She giggled, absolutely delighted with her new weapon. She waved it around with the grace of a drunken squirrel. Plastic blade flailing. Banana puree on her chin. Chaos incarnate.

Perfect.

You quickly retreated to the hallway with your phone and pressed record.

Clark popped into the living room. His tie was slightly askew. His glasses fogged up from the heat. He looked like a man in control of his life.

“Hey peanut, I got the—WHAT.”

His voice cracked.

Clark gasped.

“WHAT—WHAT IS THAT?!”

Leia squealed in delight, flapping the knife at him.

Clark screamed.

“OH MY GOD. BABY NO. BABY DROP THE WEAPON.”

You wheezed as he zoomed across the room using superspeed, gently but urgently grabbing the knife like he was disarming a tiny terrorist.

“WHO GAVE YOU THIS?!” he demanded. “Where did you get a KNIFE?!”

Leia responded with a hiccup and an enthusiastic “Blaaaaah!”

He stared at the plastic blade. Then back at her.

Then at the blade again.

“…Oh. It's fake,” he whispered, blinking. “It's—okay, it's fake.”

Pause.

He turned slowly.

You were giggling behind the corner.

“You should've seen your face,” you cackled.

Clark's jaw dropped. “You did this?! I thought she was trying to assassinate me! She looked so pleased!”

Leia chose that exact moment to whack him gently in the cheek with the knife.

He sighed. “And now I've lost all parental authority.”

-

Five minutes later, Clark was dramatically narrating Leia's “crimes” to her council of stuffed animals.

“This one,” he poked Leia's tummy, “armed and dangerous. Goes by The Giggler. Uses stealth. And pure cuteness.”

Leia drooled on his shirt.

Clark looked at you like he knew he was outnumbered forever.

And he was.

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kent family adventures (the girldad!clark kent chronicles)

ft. you and baby leia

slice of life stories of you, clark, and leia and some shenanigans

dad clark kent x female reader

(requests open for kent family adventures 💞)

i will try to post fics everyday at 10PM EST

dad!clark kent giving his baby girl a bath before bed

baby’s first shots 💉 - you take your baby girl to get her shots, and let’s just say, Superman might have a weakness after all

Can You Babysit Tonight? - You decide to pull the “Can you babysit?” prank on your very devoted husband Clark — who is so confused, so offended, and maybe just a little bit dramatic about it.

“Let me see what you have.” “A knife!” “NO!” - You prank your poor husband Clark by giving your daughter a fake knife.

Sir, this is a Whole Foods - You, Clark, and baby Leia go grocery shopping — and the second you leave them alone, your husband and daughter become the produce aisle’s hottest attraction.

Premium air and tire fluid?! - You prank Clark with the “premium air” TikTok trend — and he almost believes you (because he’s a smart man, but he’s also very trusting when it comes to you). So, you try to prank him again with the infamous tire fluid prank — and once again, poor Clark wants to believe in you, but he’s suspicious now.

Leia vs The Justice Gang (A Tale of Total Domination) 👶🦸‍♀️- The Justice Gang meets baby Leia Kent for the first time (and recruits her)

As we are, we two, we three/ As I alone can never be - Baby Leia's here! Dad Clark meets Leia for the first time (and cries). You and Clark bring newborn Leia home for the first time — and Clark is full of dad nerves, baby love, and overwhelming joy.

The TikTok Lizard 🦎 - Leia’s newfound obsession is the viral “lizard button” meme from TikTok.

Thank you for loving us like this - Healing from childbirth isn’t linear. Clark is there with you and Leia all the way. You never had to ask.

Best friends (and second cousins) 🐶 - Krypto and Leia are the best of friends. (WIP)

One Year Later - Leia turns one. (WIP)

Clark Kent: Girl Dad and Classically-trained Juilliard Actor - You couldn't help but think that Clark is way more into playtime than Leia is. (WIP)

main masterlist

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Can You Babysit Tonight?

girldad!clark kent x reader

summary: You decide to pull the “Can you babysit?” prank on your very devoted husband Clark — who is so confused, so offended, and maybe just a little bit dramatic about it.

a/n: baby leia again! in tears because of girldad!clark and the ever gnawing longing for clark kent and his children

also: any more funny pranks to pull on clark? you and leia are aging him (stressed out dad forever!!)

more kent family adventures here!

The moment is perfect.

Leia is strapped snug in her bouncer, chewing serenely on the tail of her stuffed (bat)cow. Clark is in the kitchen in full Dad Mode — apron on, sleeves rolled up, gently stirring something on the stove with one hand while bouncing Leia’s bouncer just so with his foot.

You sit on the couch and casually open your phone, pretending to scroll. You hit record.

“Hey babe,” you say, keeping your voice even. “Can you babysit Leia tonight? I want to run a few errands.”

Clark pauses mid-stir.

Turns his body slowly towards you like he had a stiff neck.

“Can I... what?”

You blink innocently. “Babysit. Just for a couple hours. I’ll be back before bedtime.”

He squints, the wooden spoon still in hand like a weapon of betrayal.

“You want me to babysit... my own daughter?”

You shrug. “Yeah. Just for tonight.”

Clark gasps like you slapped him with a diaper.

“Is this—are you filming me?!”

You grin. The not-so-subtle phone camera in his direction gives you away.

“You ARE!” he points at you accusingly. “You’re doing the TikTok thing. I knew it. I’ve seen this. Bruce sent me one last week and said ‘This’ll be you.’ I said, ‘No. I am a grown man. A father. That could never be me.’ AND YET—” He gestures wildly to the kitchen.

Leia, delighted by the sudden performance, lets out a happy screech and flails both arms in support of her father’s monologue.

Clark turns to her. “Did you hear what your mother said? Babysit. Like I’m the backup. Like I’m a part-time uncle who pops in from time to time! Like...like Kara!”

Leia blows a raspberry.

He nods solemnly. “Exactly.”

You’re now fully laughing, tears stinging your eyes as Clark keeps going.

“I changed sixteen diapers last week. Sixteen. I tracked them.” He looks down and points the wooden spoon at your daughter, “I burped you while writing an article. I once flew across four time zones with only one pacifier and a dream. And now—babysit.”

He crosses his arms, staring at you with the full judgment of an overcaffeinated PTA mom.

You finally stop recording and set your phone down. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. It was a prank!”

He points at you again. “Tell TikTok I live here.”

You walk over, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your chin on his chest. “Okay. But seriously, will you watch her for an hour so I can go to Target in peace?”

He eyes you suspiciously.

“Yes,” he mutters. “But only because she just smiled at me, and I think I’d die for her.”

You reach up to kiss his cheek. “Knew it.”

Behind you, Leia lets out another delighted squeal and throws the stuffed cow on the floor like she, too, is deeply passionate about your betrayal.

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baby’s first shots 💉

girldad!clark kent x fem!reader

summary: you take your baby girl to get her shots, and let’s just say, Superman might have a weakness after all

a/n: baby's name is leia because clark is a star wars nerd just like his actor <3

more kent family adventures here!

Clark was apprehensive when you got to the clinic, he already was even before you left your house. He insisted on holding Leia all morning, cradling her in his strong arms like she was made of glass. Your baby girl, blissfully unaware of what’s coming, kept cooing and gurgling at Daddy, one hand clutching his shirt collar, drooling on his shoulder and she kicked her feet happily.

He meticulously packed the diaper bag like it was a mission kit. Not only did he bring her favorite pacifier and backup onesie, but also a teething toy, a small blanket (smells like you), a stuffed animal, and three different kinds of wipes "just in case".

"Clark, we’re only going for 45 minutes."

"Exactly. Anything could happen."

You caught him whispering a pep talk to her in the waiting room: "You’re so brave, peanut. Strong like Mama. And I’ll be right there the whole time, okay?" She just blinked and gave him a gummy grin that nearly made him cry right then.

Jumped three feet when the nurse called her name. Scowled when they asked him to take her onesie off so that they can take her weight. Leia, clearly uncomfortable being cold, was fussy, and so was her dad. Almost reluctant to lay his baby girl on the baby scale. Once done, Clark snatched her up quickly and bundled her up. Leia just happily clapped her hands on her daddy's face.

When the nurse gave her the shot, there was a pause. A beat. Her bottom lip did that tiny, heartbreaking wobble... and then the wail came.

Clark's eyes got glassy immediately. He kissed her forehead and tried to soothe her, but you saw him blink hard a few times and quietly say, "She trusted us…"

Clark cried. Yes, he cried. Not a big dramatic sob, but a single, devastating tear slid down his cheek as he rocked her gently and whispered, "You’re okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s got you. You’re so brave. So, so brave."

He didn’t let her go for the rest of the visit. She stopped crying within a few minutes—especially once she had a pacifier in her mouth, her favorite stuffy in one hand and her dad's thumb in the other. But Clark wouldn’t hand her off even when the doctor offered. "She needs to feel safe. And so do I."

He wore the "I got my shots today" sticker for her. The nurse gave one to your baby girl. Clark put it on his chest like a badge of honor. "For emotional support," he claimed.

Afterward, you both stopped for ice cream, and Clark kept making silly faces at her from across the table. You swear she gave him a smile, even though her cheeks were still pink from crying.

When you got home, he carried her around narrating everything, almost as though he was trying to make her (or him?) forget what happened. "And here is where Mommy makes the best coffee in the world. Over here is where you’ll eventually learn to read. That’s your duck towel for bath time…" He wanted her to feel safe, comforted, and surrounded by love.

That night, she fell asleep drooling on his chest—his hand gently over her back—and he whispered, "If I could take every shot for you, I would. But I’ll be right here for them all."

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dad!clark kent giving his baby girl a bath before bed

more kent family adventures here!

You pause just outside the bathroom door, towel in hand, when you hear it—your baby girl’s bright, bubbly laughter echoing off the tile walls. Peeking in, you catch the most heart-melting sight: Clark crouched beside the tub, sleeves rolled up, hair damp from some earlier splash war.

“Hey!” he calls in mock offense as your daughter kicks her feet, splashing water all over his shirt again. “Do you hear what I’m sayin’?” he asks, pointing an exaggerated finger at her, voice full of playful warning.

Your baby squeals with delight, laughing so hard she hiccups. Clark laughs too, utterly helpless, glowing with that quiet, human kind of joy that makes your chest ache.

You lean against the doorframe, unseen for now, and think—this is the sound of home.

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me when i grew up insecure so now i have the pathological urge to insert myself into every media i consume in order to feel wanted and loved by the characters

seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

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Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

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babe wake up, new pedro pascal reaction pic just dropped