#kawatche caves

[smallcloisville]

I was laughing about this last night. I am sorry but it's hilarious how she pushed him 😂😂

[jackiequick]

Hero or Villain?…Anti-Hero OC

Katherine Lang

“I’m sorry, do we have a problem? No? Good. Get out! Cause i will dig up every track you buried til it kills me.”

Full Name: Katherine ‘Katrina’ Lang

Nicknames: Katrina, Kat, Ms. Lang, T

Age: 16-28 years old

Height: 5’4

Occupation: Agent of Red Room, Strikers , SHIELD/HYDRA—whatever the job payment is.

Skills: Technical basic training, disguises, getaway driver, panel controls as in she will order her men to strike you down, research and response center. She is usually being of assistance when needed. She’s also good with guns.

“When everyone knows your tragedy, they treat you differently. Like you’re gonna break or fight them, right? Even if they might be trying to help, all they do is remind you of the most painful moment of your life.”

Ethnicity: Her father is of Dutch descent. Her mother is of Chinese descent. But she grew up in different places across the USA. 

Relationship Status: Single.

Titles: The Lady In Red, Stiletto, The Innocent

Personality: Snarky, quiet, slightly charming, daring, a little cold hearted and utterly willing to do what she believes is worth her benefits. As well as time. Growing to be obsessive and emotional, especially with a passion for getting stuff done. Even if it meant ordering a kill or two.

~~~

-> Backstory

-> Katrina grew up in and out of foster homes. Had at least less than dozens of families take her under their wing, even her aunt as well after her parents died tragically by an explosion in the middle of a highway. She will never know who or how it happened, and honestly, she didn’t care too much to find out.

Especially when a lot of people knew of that unknown tragedy to her lifetime, almost a poster girl for the unexpected moments.

Due to her natural beauty and use of clothing, she appeared to make sure she was as gentle as a flower. Having a guys and even girls wrapped around her finger in early high school years. Ending up as one of the cheerleaders for extra credits, because that’s what she believed her parents and aunt wanted her to be.

However it wasn’t exactly what she desired to be doing. Wanting to fight for what she believes is worthy, see the world development underneath her fingertips, and get a glimpse of the jobs done. Understand it.

Across her 16th year of life, being in the care of foster parents, she was given the odd opportunity to go to Paris. While she was there she visited the Kawatche cave walls, getting a feeling like she meant to be at that old building. As the symbols called her names like a witching tone into her grasp, she felt someone tap her shoulder sliding a envelope under her armpit as they did.

“What do you want?” She asked, not looking at the person, just staring at the walls.

“I heard your little small story.” Said the voice, female, sounding almost crisp and whispery.

“What of it?”

“Public tragedy of dead parents. Foster homes. Good grades. Deeming track record in social life.”

“I was a cheerleader. A preppy gray example of the good girl.”

“That’s what the others want to believe, my dear. Secretly you’ve been knocking back the doors and stealing a few items, getting caught in the mist of a scandal between an old friend who tried to kill you?”

“..she was uh, controlled by some smoke in the school halls. So was i..i took the axe and destroyed walls. But she didn’t kill me.”

“But you almost did. She tried to do the same. Both did some serious damage to the school. Why?”

“..everyone wants something they can’t have. Money, looks, love, be understood..hell, even friendship. Just some controls over something. I guess she was jealous. I wiped the footage clean from security cameras afterwards..It was the past, why come now?”

“Open it.”

She opened it. Spy. The envelope said a few more things but that’s the word which caught her name. Striking expression appeared on her face, as she looked over her shoulder at the women for the first time. She was brunette, tall, lean brown eyes and dressed in gray coat with a black dress underneath. She was stunning with a small lined smile, nodding.

“Spy..agent?” She asked the women.

“Whichever one suits you. We are always willing to take in strays from the litter, my dear.” She replied with a shrug.

“I an not a stray!”

“Suit yourself. I’m just giving you an opportunity to workout your future. You’ll be good at it, i hope.”

Katherine knew that she wasn’t exactly seen right away in people’s eyes. Her past was always a little foggy and she was young, what does she have left to lose? Be the poster girl or something else?

———

Of course she choose the latter. Arriving underground side in Paris, finding the women and agreed to take a peek of the wider view of the world.

-> Over the years, she trained in basic gymnastics and kickboxing aside from the ones she knew already. She was around technical groups, diving in and using her tricks, gently roll of the touch voice, to convey the attention of others. Meeting a few short coming men and women, some even became friends. However, Katrina was never assigned to be strictly Red Room or Hydra material per say, which lead her to flexible with her schedule for trips.

Which also meant, she would go undercover as older allies, wig and custom made costumes with weapons in hand, in teams of two, to take down what threat that needed to be taken care of. Leaving her mark in black heels and a red pressed kiss on a notecard. Coming across SHIELD agents, the rich & famous such as The Starks and Feltons, and other unofficial agents who were neither bad or good.

Katrina never considered herself neither bad or good either, sometimes mad her wonder if she was in the wrong business.

She had undergone preparations and briefing for targets to be taken out. Keeping an eye on her fellow men and women on the field, calling the shots to be taken in their earpieces. Sometimes she doesn’t listen to her own voice in her head, roundhouse kicking or ordering herself to take another step furthermore.

-> Remember in Winter Solider when Natasha showed Steve her scar that was from The Solider who injured her, yes Barnes took the shot to kill the scientist, but Katrina and the others at the control panel were the ones to tell Barnes to do it.

She didn’t want to injure the ex-widow, but one look from her higher ranked member told her to message the order to do as he must.

Get the job done, even if it hurt or annoyed her to do so.

~~~

Recruitment had to be an intriguing part for her. Even though she tends to discuss the situation or disapprove of the recruiting process for others, she would look at her fellow students of the job, for their opinions.

They would just tell her to get the job done and everyone can go out for drinks later. She was actually apart of the group who recruited who willing suggests who said they have nothing else to lose, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, believing that the job would be worthy of their time.

Seeing the world develop underneath their fingernails and try to understand what can be done.

Those same sentiments struck a tone with her, since they were similar to what she thought was right. In result, she felt somewhat empathetic towards the twins.

She understood them and their willingness to take on challenges, just none of them were taught in the correct manner to do so. Which made it a challenge.

Hell, she found the one with the platinum blonde and brunette roots pretty good looking . It didn’t help that he always flirted with her every chance he got, trying to sweep Katrina off her feet with every interaction. Thankfully she never fell for his charms. But she did blush.

The natural brunette beauty, she was a somewhat kind hearted but odd one like her, always tinkering and wondering around the halls. She sometimes found Katrina in the hallways or computer room of the building, if she was around, to talk. She always found herself holding her hand for comfort on both sides of the coin.

———

Katrina has taken jobs at few organizations, whoever was willing to give her a chance with a good payment. Being honest, she wasn’t always to please with every task she was given to do. A lot of time it the upmost basic stunts like being stealth to grab intel from a community of rich folks, digging up information that was buried in a system and or taking down unwanted eyes for a certain job.

Hell, she has worked for plenty of men and women across the country who have wanted to have her as assistance on a experimental project, even if it pushed her limits or pay rate. Having worked for company’s like Palmer, The Luther Family, HIVE and others over the years.

She didn’t always take the shot though, believing that there was another way to finish things. Or sometimes she faked the person undoing, knowing the boss wouldn’t ask for much, just evidence of some kind.

She sometimes, if the job called for it, saved herself and a few people in the possibilities of something rather lighter to happen in the future. People would call her a vigilante for the work she does, but not exactly a heroic act. But she tried.

~~~

Her looks were a dead giveaway that she’s wasn’t somewhat truly horrible, she had a light side and a dark side to her.

Everyone did.

But Katherine was like any other person in this lifetime, she wants to know what she can and cannot do. Not wanting to get hurt or feel hurt, even though pain is part of life.

She wants to see if she can push her limits and test out the results around her, even if it meant accidentally making the wrong choices or siding the anti-heroic path.

Sometimes it felt good to be a little cocky and act as bad as you can get. Other times it really doesn’t.

But at the end of the day, she makes the decision to take the gold or leave whatever her past is in the dust.

~~~~

-> But the real question, who will find her? Will be taken back to light side and rest in the work she has done? Who will she meet?

That’s what I got, I might edit and add more to her story later on. What did you think?

Also did I use quotes from the actress’s character in the series? Maybe haha.

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[cryingalexanders]

thinking about how much I hate the kawatche caves subplot again.

first they have clark told that he's prophesised to be a great hero by a native american tribe whose activist leader immediately believes is clark, which is some egregious white saviour bullshit. not to mention the horrid 'both sides'-ing of land rights issues, including have martha kent defend luthorcorp wanting to build an office building on a sacred site because it would be good for the economy.

then they have clark start to doubt and mistreat his best friend because he connects him to the prophecy about his fated enemy. and yeah, lex didn’t care about the caves until he realised their connection to the kryptonian symbols which is the reason he sought conservatorship, and doing so for his own purposes rather than giving it back is bad, no argument here, but then nobody in the show cares about giving the caves back to the kawatche or brings it up as a possibility. after season 3 any connection to native american issues is abandoned and the caves are just treated as a home base for the ai, a proto-fortress and finally a portal to the fortress.

and just like, how any human "usurper" is treated by the narrative is disgusting. like a native american man implied to be a radical activist, who thought he might be the kawatche saviour instead of clark, and is the villain of that episode.

and the way clark always goes back to trusting jor-el/the ai based on nothing? when it had:

brainwashed a scientist, put him into a catatonic state and used him as a vessel to draw clark out, then vaporised him

brainwashed a random teenage girl to think she was a kryptonian, kept her in the cave wall for 14 years and vaporised her the moment she was redundant

tried to kill jonathan

brainwashed clark into his perfect kryptonian heir so he'll take over the world

and then halfway through season 4, jor-el suddenly wants to help clark save the world by keeping the artefacts away from weak human wills? and clark never questions his intentions?? and doesn't care about any of the havoc wreaked on innocent lives the ai did to attract him??? and in season 5 he just decides jor-el was trying to help everyone actually and he should've listened to him.

it's literally so ridiculous.

[idabbleincrazy]

Never a Wish Better Than This Ch. 6

Fandom: Small

Rating: M

Pairing: Clex

Characters: Clark, Lex, Jor-El (A.I.)

Word Count: 4303

Warnings: some schmoop, handsy!Clark, kissing, brief discussion on homophobia/biphobia in rural Midwest during the early 2000's and the risks of coming out, semi-soulmates (they have a destiny)

Summary: Clark takes Lex to the Kawatche caves.

A/N: I was initially going to make this the last chapter, but everything spiraled and it started getting lengthy. So this is the penultimate chapter.

Lex's POV:

I stretch myself across the empty bed as I wake up slowly, burying my face into Clark's pillow to search for lingering warmth and scent. The memory, like a dream, of a kiss brushing against my temple as Clark eased himself out of my arms and out of his bed. I had tried to clutch him back to me, I think, his words whispered and lamenting as the sounds of rustling fabric alerted me to his redressing.

"I have to get back home before Dad wakes up. He'll be expecting me to be busy with the chores. Go back to sleep, Lex."

And I did, an action I regret now, falling back into slumber instead of pulling myself up, dressing alongside him, driving him back to the farm and giving him a proper parting kiss. I know he probably had lingered in my embrace until the last possible minute that his inhuman speed would allow, that driving him back would have taken too long, gotten us caught at the end of the dirt road leading up to the barn at the break of dawn and possibly a shotgun thrown in, just to round it all out. But still.

Morning is in full effect now, sunlight filtering through the curtains and my closed eyelids. I force them open and turn over in the tangled sheets, my body protesting the movement in technicolor testament to last night's activities. I turn my head to check the clock on the bedside dresser and see a note propped up against the lamp. My lips are going to ache if I keep smiling this much, the muscles just aren't used to it. Reaching over and plucking up the sheet of paper, I'm amusedly surprised to find it's from my own personal stationary that I keep in my office for any non-LexCorp related correspondence.

Lex, last night was just, well, amazing. I'm sorry I couldn't wake you up properly, but I couldn't have my parents worrying about me if I wasn't there when they woke up. I should be done with the chores by the time you read this, and I don't have anything else planned today. Stop by? I mean, if you want. If you're not too busy. I know we have a lot left to talk about, and I kinda thought maybe we could head over to the caves. It'll make it easier, I think.

Love, Clark.

P.S., is it weird that I signed it that way? Or that I signed it at all, when this isn't really a letter? God, you know what, just burn this after you read it, it's just too dorky to keep. Anyways, I really have to go now. I just don't like having to leave you alone in this huge castle, in my huge bed, without me. P

P.P.S., see? Dorky. Please burn this. P

Burn it? I'm going to have it sealed in lucite, locked away with my first edition Warrior Angel comics, item number one of my new, less obsessive, collection of Clark Kent memorabilia. How can someone be so voracious in bed and still manage such an awkward innocence in something so mundane as a hastily written note? God, I will never stop loving being surprised by him.

Setting the note back down, I sit up, assessing. My accelerated healing rate hasn't quite held up under Clark's onslaught of passion. Aching muscles and a slight throbbing in my backside that leaves me feeling empty, a feeling I can't remember experiencing in any of my previous times bottoming. Sated, yes. But this low pulse of need to be filled back up again, to be stretched and taken and owned and never be empty again? Never. Christ, what is this alien of mine doing to me?

Alien. My alien. Alien and so much more human than almost anyone I've ever met.

Slipping gingerly out of Clark's bed, I gather up my clothes and the note and slip out of the room towards my own. Coffee cannot be conceded, but breakfast can wait. Shower, dress, guzzle down a cup or three of hot caffeine, change Clark's sheets myself and stash them away to be cleaned personally by my own hands; it's been too long since I've done a thorough dig into my staff's credentials to be sure Clark's DNA won't end up in the wrong hands; and then I've got myself a beautiful alien farmboy to see. Everything else is inconsequential.

Clark's POV:

He should be here soon. I hope. I hated leaving Lex this morning before the sun rose, but I knew dad would wake mom up if I wasn't already out in the field when he came out to start on the daily routine. That would lead to worry and a whole lot of questions I wasn't sure I was ready to answer yet. Lex isn't something I want to hide from them, but the announcement of the change in our relationship definitely needs to be thought out and carefully planned, not brought out into the open in a rush of explanations.

Okay, so I'm also worried about how dad'll take it. He's not a bigot, really. But, well, it's a small town, and there's probably less than a handful of the entire population of Smallville that aren't heterosexual. I know dad loves me, and that won't change, but I don't know how fast he'll adapt to the revelation, and with his heart condition, my coming out will have to be a well-timed thing. Actually, I'm not sure whether I'm more worried about his accepting my bisexuality or the fact that I'm in love with a Luthor; one that just so happens to know my secret. Dad has become more hospitable towards Lex, at least he is when me and Lex aren't on the outs with each other, but he's still not as warm towards him as I know Lex secretly wishes he would be. I haven't forgotten the look on Lex's face the day he gave us the deed to our farm back, when he asked my parents to consider him part of the family and my dad nodded in answer. It's one of my favorite looks of his.

But before we tackle the task of telling my parents about us, we have to figure out the whole us part. I know he said this wasn't a one-time thing, and used the word boyfriend a couple times already, but what we have is already beyond that, I think. And we need to work out exactly what that is, and he needs to know more about me, about the side of me I kept hidden from him. And, with graduation in a few weeks, there's plenty of other details to be worked out; will we both stay here in Smallville while I attend Central Kansas, will we be in a long distance relationship while I go down to UM, or will he take up his mantle back in Metropolis while I take classes at MetU?

And will he just get here already so I can see him, hold him, kiss him?? It's nearly ten thirty. I mean, I know I kinda wore him out last night, but I don't think he's ever slept past nine, even with a hangover. I want to make sure we get to the caves with plenty of time for me to explain at least the bulk of what's been going on these past few years, and make it back before dinner. I even went through all the farm work just a little quicker so I would have time to set up Lex's surprise.

And just as I'm thinking about heading back in to call him, I hear his car in the near distance, purring up the dirt track leading to the barn.

I put in a short burst of speed and meet him in front of the barn just as he pulls his most recent Porsche, silver, again, to a stop. I'm right there in front of him when he steps out, dressed even more tauntingly than last night. Jeans. Lex Luthor is wearing jeans, factory-faded denim molded deliciously over thighs that flex as he maneuvers up from the low seat of the car, and my cock twitches. Black t-shirt this time, showing off even more of his arms, biceps in full view as he straightens, cotton stretched teasingly over a chest I now know in detail. How does he manage to look just as sexy like this as he did in the uncontrolled throes of passion last night?

Before I can stop myself, I have him pressed back against the car, my mouth latching onto his, tongue dipping past lips that had barely parted to greet me. And, God, he still tastes, just, so good. Like, vanilla and ozone, and something I think is just purely Lex, all power and strength, and perfect. His hands clench in my hair, tongue meeting mine, way too briefly, with a groan before he wrenches his head back to look at me.

"Good morning to you, too, Clark."

That's all I let him get out before I'm back on him, teeth scraping over his stretched back throat, inhaling the scent of him, shower-fresh and slightly musky. He grunts under the power of my attack, his hips bucking up into me.

"Shit, Clark, down boy. Your parents…Lois…they could come out any second. Can't - oh, God, yeah - can't let them find out like this. Shotguns…shovels…pitchforks, fuck, Clark, baby, stop."

I don't want to, but I do, my hands releasing their almost too tight grip on his waist and slapping down onto the car behind him; I barely restrained my strength enough to keep from denting palm-shaped depressions in the metal. If his tone had been anything less than pleading, I would have kept up the assault on his senses, tempted him into more. But I'll never push him when he means it.

"Sorry, Lex, I couldn't help myself. You're just too hot like this. I've never seen you wear jeans before, didn't think it was possible for you to ever own any." My cock is still hard beneath my zipper, but the urgency I felt at first sight of him is slowly ebbing. Lex, still panting breathlessly and looking slightly mussed, pushes firmly against my chest. Taking the hint, I straighten up and release him from the cage I've formed around him, stepping back from the Porsche. He's looking around, a slight panic in his eyes, and I feel a flush of embarrassment heating my cheeks at my overactive display. "If it helps, no one's around. Mom and Lois are in town, and dad's still out in the back forty. I'm on my own till dinner."

Lex's POV:

Clark can go from sexed-up teenager to sheepishly shy in .2 seconds. Recovering from the unexpected, but not completely unappreciated, mauling, I feel a twinge of guilt at the way he starts to chew on his lip nervously. Even after last night, it seems he can't help but take my resistance to the potentially public make-out session as rejection. Looks like I have a less-than-confident alien farmboy to assuage before he starts having doubts.

"Clark, it's okay, really." I reach a hand out and stroke his pink-tinged cheek, my heart clenching when he leans into the touch. "Trust me, it's taking all my control not to just drag you into the barn right now and have a literal roll in the hay."

His eyes spark back to their usual mirth at that, a small smile on his lips, and the guilt in my chest abates.

"We just need to be careful about this, Clark. You may be an adult now, but this is still the Midwest; sodomy's still illegal in the town's bylaws and I know Sheriff Adams would love a reason to have me dead to rights, even if she wouldn't get far with it. The Supreme Court may have made recent headway against bigotry, but it doesn't stop local authorities from causing trouble for the people they see as different. If the wrong people find out about us, it wouldn't just make difficulties for you and me, but for your parents, too, and anyone who cares about you."

He frowns at that.

"I guess I didn't think about that. I mean, I know it's a small town, but, we do have some non-heterosexual residents, you know? No one ever gives Ms. Johnson and Ms. Ericks a hassle about it."

"They've also been living here for about forty years. Who knows what life was like for them when they first came out as a couple? Look, Clark, I'm not saying we have to hide our relationship forever, just…we need to go about it the right way. Starting with your parents, who should not have to find out via walking out to find their son tongue wrestling with the local billionaire pariah. And, I'm still not discounting your father's shotgun. Jonathan and I are still on shaky ground, you know; he's just waiting for me to prove my true Luthor colors."

Clark's face hardened some at that comment, leaving me slightly abashed at the self-deprecating comment. He steps back into my space, cupping my face in a mirror of my light touch, eyes nearly glittering in the sun, stern with determination.

"You aren't your father, Lex. And I'll protect you from mine, if I have to. He's coming around, even if it is slowly. Anyways, I think sixteen years of dealing with an alien child should have prepared him to adjust better. My parents love me, they'll come to love you. Or they'll lose me…I'm not giving you up, Lex. Not for them, not for anyone. I love you too much to give you up for what someone else thinks is wrong or right."

"I love you, Clark. And, there's nothing wrong with that, no matter what some people may think. I just want to protect you. We don't need anyone looking into your life too closely."

"You're right, I know." Clark's sigh is almost wistful when he gives me a quick, chaste kiss before stepping away again. I know the feeling. "Speaking of looking into my life, ready to head over to the caves? We should probably get going if we want to be able to do the entire 'my boyfriend's an alien' talk today. I wanna make it back here before mom gets home to start dinner."

There's a glint in his eyes at that enigmatic statement that leaves me wondering just what this ever-surprising young man has in store for me today.

"Well, I didn't wear these clothes for kicks. Hop in, cowboy, before I change my mind about the barn."

Clark's POV:

We're speeding down the winding roads towards the caves, and my head is full of Lex's words of caution. I never even thought to consider the impact of our relationship beyond my parents and friends needing time to adjust to the revelation. Would I really end up bringing them all more pain and suffering if the town found out about me and Lex? Visions of the entire population of Smallville flash through my head, brandishing pitchforks and torches, chasing me, Lex, and my parents out of town, not for my status as resident alien, as I had always feared, but for falling in love with someone they considered the wrong person. I wonder if Kryptonians have this weird, obsessive, need to worry about other people's choice of partner, too, or if it's solely a human malfunction.

Lex's hand on my thigh pulls me from my wandering thoughts, and I realize we're getting close. Time for worries about all the rest later. Today is supposed to be about the two of us, finally sharing the secrets we've hidden from each other for so long. And for lofty surprises. Although, honestly, his secrets aren't really that important to me right now. I've never really pressed him for answers on anything, not like he has with me, and I trust him not to take any of his scientific ventures too far. I trust him not to do anything that could end up hurting me, or anyone I care about, and for now, I think that's enough.

The car comes to a stop about twenty feet from the cave entrance and Lex flashes me a look as he kills the engine.

"One last chance to change your mind on this, Clark. You don't have to tell me everything; what I know about you now is enough, the rest is just details."

"I want to do this. I have to do this. And…there's someone I kinda want you to meet. Sorta."

That earned me a confused look. There's no way to really explain Jor-El, though, I just have to show him.

"C'mon. We've waited long enough, don't you think?"

Lex gives a small smile at that and follows my lead as I step out of the car and towards the cave. I hide my smile when his hand slips into mine as we approach the paintings in the further caverns; I'm sure they all have a new meaning to him with the knowledge he's now gained.

"Mr. Willowbrook had it right all along, you are Naman." Lex came to a stop in front of the one drawing I've always hated the most. I know the question that's coming, and dread hearing it from him as much as I have always dreaded voicing it to myself. "Am I Sageeth, Clark? Are we destined to turn against each other?"

I stare up at the entwined figures, pulling Lex close and wrapping my arms around him without conscious thought.

"Yes, and no. I think you are Sageeth, Lex, but I think the Kawatche got the legend wrong, over time. I don't think Sageeth was meant to turn against Naman, to try and destroy him. It's like you said after the incident with Jeremiah, Lex, sorta. If you are Sageeth, maybe you're here to keep me from becoming Earth's overlord. I don't have many weaknesses, Lex, but you're one of them."

I turn him in my arms, tilting his head up to capture his mouth in a gentle kiss, feeling some of the tension ease from his muscles. Smirking at him, I can't help myself.

"Besides, maybe you're not Sageeth at all. Maybe you're her."

He looks over at the painting I nod my head at, he lets out a little chuckle.

"Well, I have been told I look damn good in a dress…"

I let out a groan of arousal at the mental image and nip at Lex's throat in warning.

"Put a pin in that thought for later exploration, Lex, but right now", I drag him over to the keyhole in the wall, "I have something new to show you."

Concentrating, I opened the concealed door to the rest of the cave network, Lex's gasp barely audible as the lights brightened and dimmed in the widening crevice. Taking a deep breath to steel my nerves, I pulled Lex in with me as I stepped through to the cavern where the stone table stood.

"Jor-El!"

"Kal-El, my son, why have you brought this human here? I tolerate your Earth parents traipsing into this sacred place, but I will not allow you to bring just anyone you feel like on a whim. Explain yourself."

I look over at Lex, his eyes wide and mouth gaping.

"Jor-El, this Lex Luthor. He is important to me, just as important as my parents, if not more." I wonder if the A.I. can pick up on nuances. "I'm not hiding anything from him anymore, so I had to show him. He's under my protection, Jor-El."

The lights flared bright again, a single beam shining down on Lex, and I got the distinct feeling the A.I. was scanning him. When the light adjusted back to normal, Jor-El spoke again.

"Ah, yes. I see, now. You have chosen well, Kal-El. Your mate is a fine specimen of humanity, intelligent, strong, and fiercely protective. Your instincts have served you well. We were afraid when we sent you here that you might never find someone worthy enough to bear your mark."

"I…huh?" The hell? Why couldn't the damn A.I. ever just speak clearly. "What do you mean, my mark? I didn't-"

"Do you not remember, my son? The day you arrived, you claimed him for your own."

I hear Lex gasp next to me, his hand squeezing mine, and I know he is seeing the same scene play out in his mind as I am. The day of the meteor shower, on the drive into town, Lex bundled up in Lionel's lap next to us. I saw myself, sitting in Martha's embrace, reach over to the unconscious young boy with a few strands of fiery red hair in patches on his head. I ran my fingertips lightly down the side of his face, and young Lex's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting mine and a calm smile formed on my face as he passed back out.

I let out a huffing exhale as the memory dissipated, the cavern coming back into focus around me.

"I remember that", Lex's voice was nearly a whisper beside me, and he looked like he was seconds from falling to his knees. "I thought it was just a dream. When I woke up in the hospital, the last thing I remembered clearly was trying to help that kid off the scarecrow post. My father would never talk about that day, so I had no idea. That was you?"

"I swear, Lex, I didn't know. I mean, mom told me about how they'd picked you guys up, but they never mentioned my reaction to you."

"I know, Clark. You were a toddler, how could you know?"

As I pulled Lex into my arms, Jor-El spoke again.

"When you touched him, you sparked a bond between you. It would not have happened to just anyone, had he not already held the potential to be worthy of you, it would not have made a difference. I have sensed others throughout the years that have your presence upon them, but I no longer feel them in the ether. You made your choice last night, solidified that bond."

Lex cleared his throat and turned his head, speaking to the cave in general.

"So, you're trying to tell us I'm Clark's, what, soulmate?" There was an edge of hysteria to the chuckle he let out. I didn't blame him. "Forgive me…Jor-El, was it? Forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical about this. Accepting the existence of life on other planets is one thing, it's quite another to expect me to just believe in soulmates."

"Believe what you will, young Luthor, it is what it is. You and my son have bonded, and that is not to be taken lightly."

"You always said we have a destiny, Lex. Looks like you were more right about that than you realized. Stuff of Legends, remember?"

Lex laughed softly and pressed a quick kiss to my lips.

"Yes, but I've also said I believe in making my own destiny, Clark. I've always fought so hard against fate. It's just… it's a lot to take in."

Trust Lex to focus more on being contrary than freaked out.

"Lex, I'm not the only one who fought so hard to keep this friendship from falling apart completely, you know. Do you really think all this fate business makes that much difference? Do you really believe the only reason we've circled around each other the last four years is because we were compelled to? You heard Jor-El, there were others in the running. I chose you, Lex, and I won't doubt for a second that that choice was made of my own freewill."

"Okay, okay. I concede to your point, Clark. No, I don't think the only reason I so desperately needed to keep you in my life in any way I could get you was solely because of some invisible thread stretching between us. Otherwise, I wouldn't have continuously fucked up so royally."

I can't help the wry smile I feel twisting my lips.

"If it were only fate keeping us together, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have hid the truth from you for so long, either. Lex, it doesn't matter what Jor-El says, I love you, bond or no bond."

I feel a blush heating my cheeks as Lex pulls me into a deeper kiss, aware that the A.I. is still active even in its silence. I know it's just a bit of programming or whatever, but it's still creepy to think of it witnessing something so intimate. That doesn't keep my hands from gripping Lex closer as his tongue slides over mine. I do manage to bite back the groan.

"I love you too, Clark. I just need some time for adjustment, I guess." Lex pulled back from the tight embrace I have on him, looking around the room more fully now. "So, what other information do I need to know?"

"I will inform you both on the full scope of your bond once it has settled further. But, if you will allow it, Luthor, I can import all necessary information regarding our race, same as I have with Kal-El. It will better help you to keep my son safe."

I nod encouragingly when he glances back at me. It would definitely save a lot of time if I didn't have to explain everything about the different types of Kryptonite and all my powers.

The scanning light shines over Lex again, and I rush forward to catch him as his legs buckle under the onslaught of information being transferred into his mind.

******

@leatafandom

[braxensims]

Kawatche caves (sort of...)

Of course I’m unable to focus on playing my finished Riverblossom Valley world. Instead I went right away and started building on a Smallville world, somthing I also have been thinking about for a long time. I just couldn’t find the right world though. My one and only CAW project was (or is, I still have the files) about trying to make one all by myself. CAW is hard though.... Well, I finally decided to go with Great Bear by Johnnywr because of the allover wholesome and outdoorsy feeling it has to it. The mountains don’t actually spell Kansas, but we all know that Smallville is really in British Columbia anyway, don’t we. ;-) The world just needed a couple of extra lots to transform into (a very hilly) Smallville,, so let me present some kind of Kawachi Caves with art to look at and a nifty hidden away chamber, for which Clark will have to find the key hidden in their storm cellar at home. Kent Farm can be seen in the background in the first picture.

[guillotinekim]

As a long-time watcher of the CW's Arrowverse, I decided to indulge my curiosity and start watching Smallville some time ago. I have been slowly but surely making my way through the episodes and am currently nearing the end of season 3.

...As always, I have some thoughts.

In no particular order:

I find myself actively SCRAMBLING to mute the episode every time the intro starts. It's so displeasing to the ear. 🥲Somebody save me fr, because girl what is this?

A boy aiming a telescope at his neighbor's house so he can spy on the girl that he's attracted to is not a good way to set the stage for a ship at ALL. Super creepy.

Jonathan Kent is insufferable. He was awful to Lex for a long period of time and has a really annoying "my way or the highway" type of energy. You're not always right, my guy.

...What are the ages here? I can make an educated guess about the Smallville High students given their year in school...but what is the age gap between them and Lex Luthor? My understanding is that he's already graduated university prior to the first season...so I'm guessing roughly eight years? So why was it appropriate to write a scene in S1 where a fourteen year old Lana attempts to seduce Lex? And why does no one find it odd that Lex becomes besties with a kid who only just barely hit adolescence?

The will-they-won't-they dynamic between Clark and Lana got old in season 2. In season 3 they actually did get together...but it lasted for all of two seconds and now we're back to mutual pining? Let this be the last season. Please. I beg.

Clark is actually wildly unintelligent...? For someone trying to stay under the radar, he makes a habit of being present at crime scenes, seemingly appearing out of thin air when it's most convenient (super speed) and is constantly at the Kawatche caves?

Baby...these damn caves. Let's get into it. The writing on the walls translating to Clark Kent somehow being the "savior" to a tribe of Native American people is the epitome of a white savior plot if I've ever seen one.

I see a lot of potential for Chloe's character (there's something I can't help but appreciate about a talented journalist character doggedly pursuing the truth) but she either has no concept of boundaries or doesn't respect them, which I find very distasteful.

The sheer amount of characters infatuated and/or obsessed with Lana Lang is ridiculous. Don't get me wrong, she's very pretty and kindhearted. But we're really going to do this every few episodes of every season?

They created a new sheriff character for absolutely no reason. Sheriff Adams was introduced as though she was going to be a new hurdle in the Kent's lives (by actually doing proper police work...imagine that), yet she doesn't contribute to the storyline at all...?

Was Henry Small a necessary addition? I assumed that the discovery of Lana's biological father both being alive and wanting to know her would change her life significantly. But instead his new wife pops up blaming the demise of her marriage on Lana (? You were busy secretly filing for divorce when you should've been scheduling appointments for couple's counseling? How is that on Lana?) and effectively guilts Lana into pushing away the only immediate family member she has left on Earth. I felt like my time was a bit wasted there.

Clark has every right to choose what he does or doesn't want to disclose about his personal life, but there's a lot of lying and gaslighting he ends up having to do to hide his secret. Despite this, he seems to demand a level of transparency from Lex that he himself is unwilling to give.

At some point I started noticing that the majority of Clark's scenes at home are of him in the barn. It's giving the network gave them a budget for a bedroom or a barn and they chose the barn. 😂

Is the running gag of S.T.A.R. Labs having shitty security in any way inspired by Smallville? Because the way people are able to just waltz into places that should be secured and not easily accessible (including but not limited to: Lex's mansion, LuthorCorp, the literal hospital, etc) is concerning...

Is it me or do people in Smallville keep scoffing at the idea of supernatural abilities despite the fact that people with said supernatural abilities keep popping up in town and more often than not, causing a scene and getting arrested?

Pete planting a kiss on Chloe and revealing that he was in love with her was both VERY unnecessary and completely out of nowhere.

Speaking of Pete, it feels like the writers don't know what to do with him. I know he's Clark's best friend...but is he? It was established via dialogue that Clark's close with Chloe and Pete and that the latter has been his best friend since grade school...but it seems like the majority of development has been placed on Lex, Lana and Clark's relationships with the both of them. Chloe's able to snag some storylines and development here and there because she had a crush on Clark and she's got that whole "nosy reporter" thing going for her, but Pete? Sometimes it feels like Pete is just...there. Even with knowing Clark's secret, he's not as involved in the plots as I thought he would be.

Chloe's been a poor friend to Clark a handful of times, but she's not the only one. In the last quarter of the first season, Clark finds out that Chloe has a crush on him and out of nowhere begins this storyline of Clark feeling conflicted because of his long established romantic feelings for Lana and his previously non-existent romantic feelings for Chloe. Lana isn't available (I believe because of Whitney if memory serves me correctly) so he settles for Chloe as a consolation prize, despite the fact that he has not shown even the slightest inkling of being attracted to her even once the entire season. After their relationship crashed and burned in the span of five minutes (because Lana was always his first choice) I realized that we have barely seen the two of them connect as friends. The majority of time Clark spends with Chloe is out of necessity. When he needs to use her, her resources or her connections, is when he makes himself available to her. It's been addressed since I noticed it, but the dynamic hasn't changed much. They're both guilty of being shitty friends.

I'm unclear on what exactly the effects are of Red Kryptonite. It's my understanding that it removes Clark's inhibitions, but removing someone's inhibitions and changing their personality at the core are two different things. It literally turns him into an asshole.

Clark's worst moment so far was definitely allowing Lex to be hauled off to an asylum knowing full well that Lex wasn't having a psychotic break and was actually being drugged by Lionel.

Are we 100% sure that Lionel's government name isn't Lucifer?

I know that Lex Luthor is supposed to be a villain, but bro? If my own father and best friend did me like how they did Lex in episodes 8 and 9 of season 3, I'd turn on everyone too.

Before I forget, now is a good time to mention that in episode 8, there's a scene where a crazed, paranoid Lex yeets Lana through a stable door for having the audacity to pour him some chamomile tea for his nerves. The resulting crash landing startles the horse inside so badly that it promptly tramples on Lana's back. I'd like to take a moment to acknowledge that the scenes that followed of Lana's recovery placed basically all of the emphasis on her left leg. Now to be fair, I did notice that said leg was bent at an unnatural angle after she got stomped out. But the horse was literally doing an Irish folk dance on her SPINE?

I try not to get attached because I know Lex is destined to become a villain...but I find myself rooting for him. Why can't he ever have nice things? 😩

That being said, the moment I realized Lex's life would be a nonstop series of unfortunate events was in S2E2, where a woman with seduction powers manipulates Lex into marrying her sans prenup, all the while planning to off him and abscond with his fortune. But when the plan to gun Lex down is unsuccessful, she shatters a nearby bottle of alcohol on his back and LIGHTS HIM ON FUCKING FIRE. I cannot make this up (and I won't lie, I laughed at first because what the entire fuck). For a character that usually seduces men to do her dirty work, she lit Lex's ass up like the 4th of July with no hesitation whatsoever. 🥴

Last but not least: The level of talent coming from the guy playing Lex Luthor...this man is acting in every scene he gets as though it may be the last one he'll ever get to do in life. 10/10.

[redemptivexheroics]

@inkdreamt​

Clark had gotten wind of someone unknown visiting the Kawatche Caves the caves hadn’t really messed with in a while and he wasn’t sure if this was some new threat or just a person who’s curiosity had gotten the best of them, so he decided to go out there. LuthorCorp still had their claws dug in and from time to time they would be in the caves trying to solve the mysterious puzzle. Walking into the caves he looked around before he noticed a woman staring at the cave painting the very one that told the story of his literal journey to be the world’s savior. 

“You know, if LuthorCorp finds out someone else is down here snooping, they will take some sort of legal action, trust me when I say they can make your life a living hell for crossing them” 

[inkdreamt]

@variantmuses​, from Diana

Diana walked the property of the farm unnoticed.  She knew what people would wonder if they did notice her: what would a woman dressed as if she was a friend of Lex Luthor be doing in a farm in a town in the middle of nowhere, just wandering some stranger’s property?  In the few days since Superman had come into the world, Diana had been very busy, and she was able to track the only person she could find that looks even remotely like the red and blue superhero to this location... despite Metropolis being their main base of operations.  She just had to find the proof.  Then... it was time to figure out for herself if she trusted the man’s intentions.

Unfortunately, she could hear noises in the house from here, which meant there was no way she’d be able to sneak in unnoticed.  It would have been easy had no one been home.  Oh well... onto Plan B: the caves.  According to an old paper, this Clark Kent was responsible for finding the Kawatche Caves, the very caves that no one seemed to be able to translate.  It was a reasonable excuse.  She was an archaeologist, after all.

So she made her way to the main road, where she had left her vehicle, before driving up to the house.  No doubt, they’d be surprised if they looked out and saw a fancy foreign vehicle drive up... unless they were friends with Luthor.  That man was up to something slimy, she could just feel it.

She got up out of her car after parking it in their driveway and walked up to the door, knocking on the door.  She leaned against the railing as she waited.  Let’s see how good of a liar this Clark Kent was.

[humanoidtyphoons]

eternal, absolutely bb!lex and bb!davis play sword fighting??? how cute. again, bb!lex declaring himself a protector, and just. he slays the ‘dragon’ davis with a wooden sword, and.

also just tess being like. clark you are such! a! shitty! liar!!!!! no wonder lex snapped. bc it’s just??? any time clark is like i don’t know what you’re talking about, he is... not very convincing. it’s thanks to tess that you got the info, but now it’s like, he has to gaslight her too and convince her that she’s talking complete rubbish???

ack. it kind of makes me think about a potential wasted plot thread of clark/lex/davis as besties turned sour, either way, missing out on some golden interaction between lex&davis, bc that could have been interesting. but also just.

at one point someone says “this is why [davis] and clark never got along.” and just???? at no point was that the case???? clark and davis never argued or disagreed about anything???? 

clark/davis being potential opposites should have been more than just a single season crammed into what is supposed to be an epic showdown, esp. since if this was the true intention of the kawatche caves -- not lex being the nemesis, but doomsday, but veritas was a retcon, and doomsday was a retcon, and gosh i wish this show could have planned things better but such is the nature of shows on air who don’t know how long their shows are going to last.

[davidmann95]

Welling and Rosenbaum are talking about the prospect of continuing Smallville as an animated series, which makes sense given that seven years out they’re probably shifting from “oh god, can we move on already” to “y’know, it’s kind of cool to have been a part of this thing coming from such a huge legacy that’s had a legacy of its own”, so the idea of coming back to it (and making a chunk of change in the process) surely seems a lot more appealing than it likely did even a couple years ago. And heaven help me, I...

...I kind of like this stupid idea more and more the more I think about it.

My feelings on Smallville could best be described as “complicated”, but I still carry some very real love for it, and the prospect of getting more strikes a nerve. Moreover, it carries a possibility of showing a version of Superman we haven’t seen before: the Superman who grew up going through Smallville. We got the quite charming Smallville: Season 11, but that was in many ways Bryan Miller doing his version of an early days Superman series that simply worked with the tools Smallville had left it rather than a full-throated continuation of that show’s bizarre spirit. Even though I suppose an animated series could just overwrite that given only a minuscule fraction of the shows’ viewers read it (though that would be pretty damn petty given the franchise is pretty much just the show and that, and it covers only a few months with relatively few consequences of the sort that needed to be seen on-screen rather than something like the Star Wars expanded universe where it needed to be discarded in order for the movies to cover accessible new ground), I don’t think that’d be fruitful anyway, given A. We’ve had multiple Superman movies about his early days since the end of Smallville, and B. Any Smallville story set in his earliest days as Superman is going to be similar anyway, since that identity, being the new feature, is naturally what would pull focus.

What would instead be fascinating is to see what the world of Smallville looks like now, now that he’s been Superman for 7 years and there’s been time for his world to reach a sort of equilibrium again. Where we can get a Superman who can really grapple with the Smallville-ness of it all: he fought his evil computer dad, the world knows he used to be a faceless vigilante in a trenchcoat who went by The Red-Blue Blur, Lex Luthor can’t remember anything prior to the day of Superman’s debut, and Supergirl and Booster Gold were publicly known superheroes before he saved the world from Apokolips. Get right into the witches tied to Kryptonian artifacts and Gemstone Kryptonite giving Superman mind-control powers that also make him vulnerable to suggestion himself and Jimmy Olsen being the younger brother of the dead original Jimmy Olsen who was killed by Doomsday! How does Brainiac manifest when the James Marsden version was converted into Brainiac 5? What about horny murderous Phantom Zoner Bizarro, who was blown up with Blue Kryptonite by Lana Lang? Or Zod, who is actually a fused version of two different Zods and also had his main pathway out of the Phantom Zone destroyed? Is Mxyzptlk still a hypnotic foreign exchange student? What’s Conner Kent up to, since he should be biologically in his mid-20s by now? Is Kryptonite still the primary source of superhumans in this world, and do 90% of them still immediately become serial killers? Did Perry White end up Clark’s stepdad after all? Is Martha still a senator, and if so does she clash with Luthor, who we know has been elected President by now (and boy if there was ever a time to revisit THAT premise)? How about bringing back the Kawatche Caves, since they were tremendously connected to Krypton and would be an easy way to pull focus back onto the namesake town if they became important again? Going down that particular train of thought, what if Lex, regaining some of his memories - thereby not invalidating 7 seasons worth of character development - realized their significance and started investigating them anew? Hell, if you want to put Native Americans in the spotlight rather than the background with that plot element given it was originally framed as a cave of historical importance to First Nation tribes, maybe it’s home to the Manitou Stone, which coming into the possession of Saganowahna lets him become Super-Chief, or maybe preferably some other name? And if you’re investigating their mystery, that’d be an excuse for Superman to finally pull in a detective friend of his he’s met since putting on the cape. On top of it all, perhaps you could do something with exploring how when the guy who saw how people died when he touched them came into contact with Clark, he got this:

There’s SO MUCH wild shit in ways that would make a version of Superman and his world flatly unrecognizable the moment you started to delve into it, because the show knew they would never actually have to tell the Superman stories that grappled with the implications of those changes. A series entirely about dealing with those, and what the version of Superman who came about from them and the take on his character personally the series set up looks like? Not exactly the fresh new take on him the world is calling out for, not what I’d do with a new cartoon myself, but by God, I’d be interested.

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[smallcloisville]

I am Kal-El of Krypton. It is time to fulfill my destiny.

[braxensims]

Luthor Mansion...

I couldn’t get a pool table to fit in this library, which is situated in a converted version of Great Bear Lodge (that used to be timbered). The house has a great view of the town and the Kawatche Caves are on the hill right opposite of it.