Prompt 100
“What are you, a Kent?”
It’s a saying in the world of the supernatural. A well-known one even. See, several, many generations back, no one quite knows when, the Kent family managed to run afoul of a particularly nasty creature who laid a curse upon them. The original wording, no one quite knows either, but the gist, everyone is aware of. For no firstborns will be born to them before they already have one.
It was supposed to be airtight in a way, a curse that would end the entire bloodline really. For a child to exist before they could have a child? How could that be?
Well. That curse had… backfired. It had backfired massively. Most, at least back when blood was everything, didn’t exactly ponder things like adoption to those outside of their own bloodline. The Kents however, lived in a very simple village, one that had disease spread through it often back then, leaving families childless and children parentless.
What were they to do but take them in? And so they had a son, many sons and daughters even, before their firstborn. Now of course, most would simply dismiss it afterwards. After all, that was the end of the story, isn’t it?
Well, no. See, the curse was a family-line curse, a just in case perhaps, that meant that each generation could not have any children until they had children. Perhaps it should have ended there, but well. It didn’t.
Kents are a strange breed in the world of the supernatural, known for having a… bit of an adoption problem. If any child or babe were to be left near their land, one can be assured the family line would take them in as their own.
Fae, demon, human, changeling, satyr, cyclops, half-breeds, werewolf- it didn’t matter. A Kent would gladly pick the child up and raise it as their own. And now, they could add aliens to that long, long list in the family line.
And really, perhaps with this context, is it really surprising that when one Clark Kent, said alien, opens his door to a basket on his doorstep holding a trio of godlings, he takes them in with no questions asked?
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I need more fanfics of post-game Connor struggling with his emotions. I need an angry Connor. A violent Connor who knows his own strength but finds it so difficult to restrain it now that he has emotions. Reed spills coffee over his shirt and though it wasn't a problem before, now Connor is throwing him across the precinct before he even registers the hot rage in his belly. He's walking across the street and someone spits in his face ("Fuck you, android piece of shit.") and he has to be physically restrained by Hank. And he's the top model of all androids before him, so when he hits, it hits hard and fast and he causes permanent damage, and he knows this but it's so goddamn hard. He almost loses Hank in a shooting with a suspect and suddenly he's pacing back and forth in the hallways of the hospital, terrified and livid that he's not allowed to stand silently in the corner of the operating room. He sees Hank post-operation and the tears are already spilling down his chin and the looks the doctors are giving him are making him feel embarrassed. Why? What's going on? It's a constant flow of emotions that he doesn't know how to deal with and I want to see the erratic mood changes of an android just learning what they are and not yet knowing how to deal with them and what's socially appropriate.
He still argues with Hank about whether or not it's socially appropriate to throw Reed across the room.
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