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Okay Smallville friends, here we go: finale time.
"And now, the series finale of Smallville" WHAT IF I'M ALREADY SAD
"Special Guest Star: Michael Rosenbaum" wow spoilers much?? I mean not for me obviously but for OG viewers. I would have SCREAMED.
Lois, sweetie, he could be saving people every minute he's doing anything, by that logic. Why is his working at the Planet, etc, any different than spending time with you?
Aww, bye Luthor Mansion. You've been a fun place to stage so, so many Clex fics. Hmm I wonder if there are more fics set there or in the barn loft? I'm torn between them, personally.
Kind of rich for Martha to complain about Clark moving on when she hasn't been around for years. "This is our home" okay but you left him here. He's had to cope without you. It's not fair to put the responsibility of keeping the past alive on his shoulders alone.
Oh no his vows đđđ
I feel like we don't have enough time to wrap up this (rather dull) Darkseid plotline AND have a wedding AND bring Lex back? I know this is a double episode but still. Although I suppose Lex's scene will be short and right near the end.
Oh no her vows đđđ
Again I ask: has there ever been a TV wedding that just goes smoothly?
At least Lois's dress is nicer than Lana's. That bow haunts me.
Is he gonna walk down with her AGGHHHH this is so sweet đ
Uh oh. Lois girl, pay attention, that's not the right ring. Oh thank god for Chloe.
Can't believe they're doing this to Oliver âčïž hasn't he suffered enough?
So wait: did Clark Luthor not have powers? Did I miss that? I swear he was throwing people around and shit.
Lol is that a Herve Leger bandage dress on Lois?
Agggh Tom does vulnerable so well. "I can't, Dad" just like a little baby boy, I weep.
OH GOD I KEEP FORGETTING ABOUT ALT!LIONEL, it's a fucking jump scare every time.
Oh my god so this Lex is a fucking Frankenstein?? That's...weird. A Frankenlex.
OH MY GOD HE'S GONNA TAKE TESS'S HEART
IS THAT MICHAEL?? Wait probably not, we didn't see his face.
YES GIRL KICK THEIR ASSES
YES GIRL KILL THAT OLD BASTARD!
God this Darkseid CG is so bad
Omg omg omg omg omg OH MY GODDDDD
Oh I hate when they take an already blurry photo and then CSI-style ENHANCE! it to magically unblur it
OH MY GOD OKAY HERE WE GO
I see one of the Franken-pieces was his sassy ass mouth. God I've missed him.
Lex, honey, you've been back for thirty seconds and you're already waxing poetic about how he says your name??? I see another of the Franken-pieces was the need to make every interaction so incredibly gay. "Yet...with a hopeful finish" oh my god honestly
Apologies in advance: I might have a comment on every line of this dialogue.
Oh dear, you can see the bald cap a bit when he raises his eyebrows. I remember Michael said the bald cap was more trouble than just shaving his head lol
Lord, it wouldn't be a proper Lex return without a history speech. HONEY I'VE MISSED YOUUU!
"that's the thing about memories: you can't forget them" mmmm I don't think that's true baby.
Oh gosh the vitriol.
"You and I - we will both be great men. Because of each other." Honey the WAY you talk about the two of you. THE VOICE CRACK. "We have a destiny together, Clark, only on different sides."
Everything he says sounds like a love confession I'M SO SORRY BUT IT DOES
Stop wait one fucking minute here. The last piece of Clark's little "am I strong enough to face this threat" puzzle, the last person to give him the courage and the conviction to do what he needs to do - is LEX FUCKING LUTHOR??? NOT LOIS NOT HIS PARENTS NOT CHLOE BUT LEX??????? oh my god what is happening that is INSANE OF THEM
I need to watch that again. Gosh I haven't done that since the Lexana scene from Fracture.
HAHA I missed Lex's joke about Lionel's heart the first time around. Why is he so funny
God Michael is so fucking good. He just elevates the tone. It's really what's been missing from these last seasons. The others are good - Tom is so good, I'm not discounting him at all - but Michael is on another level.
Hmm seemed a bit too easy killing the Prophets
Oh poor John Glover. This is Not Good. He was always so suave and cool as Lionel, this is a step down.
Aww look how far our sweet boy has come đ I'm so proud of him.
HE'S FLYING đđđ
OH I DIDN'T KNOW WE GOT MORE LEX I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST THE SCENE WITH CLARK
Ahh jeez. I kinda came around to Tess. She wasn't Lex but she was fun.
Oh riiiiiiight, I forgot he gets his memory wiped. Again.
OH MY GOD THE LAST MEMORY IS HIM AND CLARK OF COURSE IT FUCKING IS
Lol what the fuck does he think is happening, now that he can't remember?
THE LUTHORCORP SIGN TURNING INTO LEXCORP THAT WAS SO RAD
Our baby finally in the suit đ
Girl I don't think they just let you film the President like that. That camera is gonna be taken away IMMEDIATELY.
Oh yeah I forgot about Jimmy. That was...a choice.
ALL HAIL PRESIDENT LEX!!!!
"yes Miss Lane" "that's so hot" girl yes it is.
Oh the theme đ what an ending
That was so great. A bit hokey in parts, but overall such a satisfying finale. What a ride.
#i need to recover emotionally#but I do want to revisit the first few seasons#for the Clex of it all#I'm sorry but that's not going anywhere#my days of yelling about Smallville are not over#thanks for coming along on the journey Tumblr#there's no other place I could imagine getting to experience this show the way I have#10x21 finale#smallville#not spn
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The Cryptid of Smallville
I am posting the first couple chapters of the fic that I am currently working on juuuust in case AO3 goes down again. In the next couple days Iâll start posting some of my wips that I donât think Iâll finish. If any of them inspire people to write more then Iâll be happy.Â
I had the thought a while ago about what if Danny was raised alongside Clark Kent and the hijinks that would result in Danny being near the liminal space that is cornfields. These are basically a series of connected one-shots because I am not that great at trying to do a real plot lol
Without further ado, hereâs the first chapter of the Cryptid of Smallville! (Small edit: hereâs the link to AO3 the first two chapters are there)
______________________________________________________________ The night sky was clear and open above the cornfields as a gentle breeze caused the plants to stir. It was a calm night on the Kent family farm. A streak of neon green broke across the sky and landed in the middle of the fields, purple tinged smoke wafting from the crash site. A boy of about six rolled over in his sleep, glowing green eyes glancing at the stars above framed by smoke. The gentle breeze is still blowing, returning the night to calm.
*****
Danny was gonna put Clockwork in soup time whenever he got back into the Zone.Â
He was laying there, staring at the clouds in the sky, surrounded by corn, and only about three and a half feet tall, wondering where in the Realms he was. Clockwork had said something about sending him off somewhere with people who could handle a child with powers growing up before tossing him through a portal by the ankle. He had ended up in low orbit and was lulled to sleep by staring at the stars he is so fond of.
Crawling out of the hole he was in, he examined the surrounding area and just found a bunch of burnt and slightly smoldering corn and kicked up dirt. The gentle breeze brought the smell of bacon to his nose and he floated to look just above the tall plants around him. He spots a house in the distance and starts heading there, making sure to walk the last few yards just in case this isnât where CW intended him to go. He finds himself stumbling from the field just to make eye contact with a man pulling on his work boots for the day on the porch steps, the man freezes.Â
âHey Martha?â The man yells into the house.
âYes Jon?â a voice muffled from the door yells back.
âDo we have a spare room done up?â the man, Jon, asks, not taking his eyes off Danny.
âWhy? Are you expecting someone and forgot to tell me?â the voice sounds like itâs getting closer to the door.
âNo honey, I think we may have a repeat situation of Clark though.â He briefly glances from Danny up to the last bits of smoke wafting from the field. A quiet âWhat?â comes from the house. He gentles his voice, full attention on Danny. âHey son, did you have a bit of an accidental landing in the corn? Is your head okay? Are your parents around?â
Danny stays still for a moment thinking about whatâs going on. The man seems to at least suspect that he crash landed on his property and mentioned something about something like this happening before. Have these people dealt with a random child appearing at their house before? Specifically one that crashed from the sky? He has many questions, but he should probably answer Jon first.Â
âYeah, I got sent away until I was better, my head doesnât hurt at all and my parents are not exactly from around here, and donât know where I am.â He pauses thinking about it. âDoes the children-crashing-onto-your-farm-thing happen a lot to you?â
Jon chuckled as he finished tying his boots up and walked down the stairs just as the door opens and a woman in an apron is standing there looking surprised to see an unknown child standing in her yard. The man crouches down in front of Danny, giving him a once-over.Â
âYouâd be surprised, now whatâs your name son?.â
âItâs Danny Fenton, whatâs yours?â
âJon Kent, my wife over there is Martha. Now you look like you could use a good meal and a washup, howâs that sound?â Jon grins at Danny and musses up his hair before standing and offering a hand to walk into the house. He smiles over at Martha who blinks and then gives Danny a warm smile, standing aside to let them enter the house.
âGood thing I made some extra breakfast then, letâs get some food in you young man, youâre as skinny as a post!â She smiles and heads towards the kitchen. âBe sure to wash up your hands first hun, canât eat with dirty hands! And Jon! What have I told you about your muck boots being in the house! Iâm sure Danny can find his way and wash his own hands; second door on the right hun; and git outta my house with those things on, Iâll have more coffee ready for you once you feed the animals!â Jon pouted and trudged his way out of the house.
Danny smiled a little to himself as he looked for the door Martha was talking about, noting the wallpaper and decor that looked like every midwest farmerâs house heâd seen in any piece of media ever. After washing his hands he made his way to where he could hear soft humming and dishes being washed. He saw a plate of pancakes and bacon on the table next to a glass of orange juice, a glass of milk, and a container of syrup and headed to the spot.
âThank you Mrs. Kent.â he said from his seat and she smiled back at him, going back to the dishes. Danny realized heâd probably have to start explaining what he could to them soon, but decided to focus on the breakfast in front of him. The breakfast that wasnât alive and currently trying to kill him. He nearly cried.
âSo Danny,â Martha began as she wiped her hands off with a dish rag. âDo you remember how it is you got here?â She joined him at the table with a cup of coffee after setting a mug, a spoon and the sugar bowl next to the machine for her husband when he came in.
âI do, itâs a really weird story though, Iâm not sure youâll believe me.â He was hesitant, he still wasnât sure these were the people that Clockwork meant to send him to. Though theyâve taken the whole crash-landed-child-thing pretty well⊠Screw it, heâll see if he can wait until Jon comes back and explain to both of them. âCan we wait for Mr. Kent too? I donât really want to say it twice.âÂ
She smiled at him, taking a sip of her coffee and then nodded. âThatâs fine hun, he shouldnât be more than a couple minutes unless the rooster decided to pick a fight again.â she chuckled to herself, looking out of the window while drinking her coffee. She sees the faint trail of smoke rising in the sky outside and her eyebrows pinch in worry. âYou didnât happen to see anythinâ burning when you got up, did you?âÂ
Danny glances out the window and sees the smoke. âOh no, there was just a little bit still smoldering in the hole, but there wasnât anything actively burning. I can show you both when I finish explaining what I can.â The slapping of a screen door startles him and Jon walks in, heading straight for the coffee maker and making himself a cup, then joining them at the table.
âSo Danny-boy, what can you tell us?â Jon gives his full attention to Danny.Â
Danny shifts in his seat, looking every part the six year old he appeared to be, uncertain at the attention of two adults. âWell, itâs a long story and kinda out there? Iâm not sure how much youâll believe?â He looks uncertain at the pair across from him who share a look. Martha reaches across the table to take Dannyâs hand.
âHoney, you wouldnât believe the stuff weâre used to, Iâm sure itâs fine.â
Danny only hesitated a moment longer and then sighed looking far older than his apparent six years. âSo to start off with, wherever this is, Iâm not from around here. Iâm assuming since you both speak English that this is still Earth, but maybe not MY Earth, Iâm still a bit confused on the whole âmultiverseâ thing, but either way, I got sent here until some stuff got sorted out and so Iâll be here until it does.â He was rambling, he knew, but heâs kind of anxious about stuff. âI kinda got put in my childhood body and now I have to get back to my actual age and my Guardian said something about time here running differently than in my dimension before he just chucked me through a portal. He did say he was sending me to people who could handle my weirdness as I age, so Iâm assuming you are them and maybe have some experience with kids with freaky weird stuff happening to them?â
The Kents once more shared a look, this one a little longer than the last, then turned back to Danny. âOh son, I think youâll fit in just fine. So, how long can we expect you for? I can tell youâre probably a lot older than six judging by how you talk?â
Danny blinked at him, trying to process the fact that they didnât seem phased and rather seemed like they believed him. âUh, I was sixteen, so I guess a decade? Iâm sorry to impose on you for a while, really I can figure out stuff on my own, I donât want to be a bother.â
Jon chuckled âOh trust me son, it wouldnât be an issue, Iâm sure Clark would love a younger brother, or at the very least a friend who understands him. We have plenty of room here, and though weâd probably ask you for help with chores, weâd be glad to have you for however long you need.â
Danny blinks again at them. They werenât serious, right? They just seem fine taking in a random child and having him live with them for however long. And who was this Clark? What did he mean by younger brother?
âClark?â he asked hesitantly.
âOh right, our son, youâll meet him when he gets home from school, Iâm sure youâll get along just fine! Now Danny, let me show you to a room and we can get you settled, weâll probably have to head on over to the thrift shop to get you something to wear besides these charred and muddy pjâs, but we should have something from Clark thatâs too small thatâll fit you for now.â Martha took his hand and led him upstairs to where heâd be in apparently his new home.
*****
Clark had had a pretty boring day at school. The classes were boring. He had to hold back in gym class again and when studying the skeletal system in biology, he started studying the teacherâs bones instead of the display skeleton or the worksheet. He was really looking forward to getting home and maybe going for a fly around the fields where no one could see him or maybe catching the latest episode of Rescue Rangers.Â
He could spot his house in the distance and after looking around to make sure no one would see him, he sped down the driveway as fast as he could, knocking up a lot of dirt in the process. He really liked going fast, whether running or flying. He just loved the wind in his hair.Â
âMa, Pa, Iâm home.â he kicked his sneakers off and rushed upstairs into his room to drop off his bag. He listened around for heartbeats and realized that Pa was out on the tractor and Ma was out with the chickens. He froze as he heard a much closer sound though. It was very slow and faint, but he could hear another heartbeat in the house. Even more, he could hear someone muttering to themselves in the guest room and the flipping of pages.
Clark slowly made his way down the hall towards the sound and peaked in the room with his x-ray vision. There, sitting on the ceiling, was a child about half his age reading a ratty old book about space. Clark stood in the doorway, now able to see him in regular vision and just stared at him. He took a moment until he decided to just join him up there and sat across from him.
âSo who are you?â Clark asked while the kid was still focused on his book. He didnât even look up from the book.
âNameâs Danny.â The kid paused for a second before he looked up and stared at Clark. Danny looked from Clark to the ceiling, to the floor, and then back to Clark. âOh, so thatâs why they said Iâd fit right in here. I guess we are pretty similar! Iâm guessing youâre Clark then?â The child beamed at him, putting out his hand to shake. Clark took it gently, not wanting to hurt the kid. Then the kid gripped his hand tight and Clark realized that they have more in common than he thought and gripped his hand tighter in response.
âSo where are you from?â Clark asked, very curious as to how this kid who could fly and had his strength, but also had almost no heartbeat ended up at his house. Danny rubbed the back of his neck.
âWell, Iâm not from this Earth and I kinda got put here to recover for a long while and my Guardian decided your parents are the best equipped to handle a kid growing up with powers, so he sent me here. Iâm guessing because of you?âÂ
âYeah, mine started manifesting around your age. What powers do you have? How long do you plan to be here? Where are you from? You said this wasnât your Earth, Iâm guessing youâre from a different dimension then? Thatâs so cool!â Clark, ever curious, shot off many questions rapid fire and Danny laughed while answering them all as best he could.
Part 2
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Lil' excerpt from the self-indulgent DC fic I was working on yesterday for my birthday fun times.
Context: "My Adventures With Superman" meets Superboy.
Clark is talking to Lois and Jimmy in their office at the Planet when he hears it.
It's a heartbeat.
Clark hears those all the time these days. He can hear Lois and Jimmy's right now. Can hear everyone in the whole newsroom's; the whole building's; the whole city's.
And he can hear his own heartbeat, though he's so used to it that he usually tunes it out.
So . . . why is he hearing his own heartbeat, he wonders slowly, trying not to frown. Not sure what about his own heartbeat would make him want to frown, whenâ
Oh, he realizes.
It's not his heartbeat. It's not even in the building; it's blocks and blocks away.
Why on earth would he have thought a stranger's heartbeat on the other side of the city was his own? That doesn't makeâ
ta-tum
. . . sense.
Clark blinks, very slowly. The heartbeat carries on, sounding excited and eager and . . .
And . . . and strong.
He isn't sure why he cares so much, that it's strong. That it sounds . . . healthy. It's not like he ever wants to hear a weak heartbeat, after all. A weak heartbeat is never, ever a good thing, except when the alternative is no heartbeat at all.
But this specific heartbeat . . . for some reason, he cares that this specific heartbeat is strong.
Why does he . . .
ta-tum ta-tum
That's not how human heartbeats sound, Clark realizes, slowly. That's notâno, that's not a human heartbeat. Maybe not any kind of heartbeat he's ever heard before at all.
But it sounds so familiar all the same. It sounds . . .
Right.
He doesn't know how else to explain it.
Clark frowns. He glances towards the wall in the direction of the ta-tum heartbeat, letting his glasses slip low on his nose so he can look over them.
Specifically, so he can use his X-ray and telescopic vision over them. There's . . . the heartbeat is twelve blocks away. It's coming from a body on the street, one that's standing in place but not staying still, gesturing expansively and speaking to someone in a . . . food truck? Looks like a food truck, yeah. The heartbeat's owner isn't especially tall or broad, but it looks like all their growth plates are still open, so they're probably not physically mature yet. Judging by their posture and body language, they're likely male. And a teenager, given both their size and those growth plates. Younger to mid-teens, he thinks? Maybe?
Clark tunes in his hearing. The heartbeat's owner gestures at themselves and says, "Look, if this was cosplay, I'd have done a better job, okay? Like, I'd be more accurate!"
They do sound male, yes. Male, and young. And . . .
And a little . . . odd, somehow.
"So what is it, then?" the person in the food truck asks, clearly amused by whatever they're discussing. Female; probably ten or fifteen years older than the heartbeat's owner.
"Would you believe I just didn't have anything else to wear?" he says, sounding sheepish.
"That's a pretty extreme version of laundry day, kid," she says with a laugh. "But I appreciate the assist with those assholes either way. Want some chili fries? On the house."
"What're chili fries?" the heartbeat's owner asks as he leans in a bit, sounding curious.
"Oh, lemme rock your world, kid. One sec."
The food truck operator starts bustling around her truck, presumably in pursuit of chili fries. Clark frowns a little. Well, chili fries are probably fine for a teenager, he figures, even if the kid's really never had them before. Though chili fries do seem weird for a teenager to not have heard of?
Maybe he's an immigrant or a tourist, or home-schooled, or just from a particularly small town. Smallville admittedly is not the ideal place to get chili fries, so Clark assumes that's probably normal in other small towns too andâ
"CLARK!" Lois yells, waving both hands in front of his face. Clark startles in surprise, then blinks at her.
"Uh, sorry," he says. "Did you need something?"
#superman#superboy#clark kent#kon el#my adventures with superman#rinfic#wip: weird kryptonian bonding rituals
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ITPM: What If...Super Moon Siblings?
Decided to try a less Batfam-centric version of this AU. Got another, similar idea planned too. @harleyification, I've prepared something completely different.
Enjoy and be gentle ---
When a light wind followed by a soft thump came from her front porch late at night, Martha Kent was not worried. Her dear Clark occasionally liked to pop in for a visit. A smile on her face, she made her way to the door and opened it.
It wasn't Clark. A young boy was curled on her welcome mat. His clothes were blackened with blood.
As soon as Martha registered what she was seeing, she instantly bent down and scooped up the limb child. "Jon! Clark!" she yelled, not caring about the still wet blood staining her dress as she carried the boy inside.
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Gotham was somehow just as dark, and darker than Superman had expected. He'd heard the stories about the Rogues and the dangers they pose to even the powerful. But he needed Batman.
Superman flew around for a bit, before touching down on a rooftop. He didn't have to wait long. "What are you doing in Gotham?" Clark jumped, actually jumped, at the sudden voice behind him. Turning sharply (but not as sharply as he could), he faced the Batman. "I've heard some call you the world's greatest detective," Clark managed to not stammer. "What of it?" Batman's heart remained perfectly stable, even as his eyes narrowed.
"I-" Clark composed himself for a moment, "About a day ago, a child was found covered in blood on the doorstep of a farm in Smallville." Suddenly, Clark was aware of possible eavesdroppers, could almost feel eyes on him. He cautiously stepped closer to Batman to whisper: "It was my parents' farm."
Batman went stiff. "I see," he slowly stated, "You believe it was a targeted effort?" "I don't know what to believe," Clark admitted, "By the time we got him medical attention, he had no injuries. But, the blood was confirmed to be his, all of it. And, it was a lot..." Clark remembered the feverish panic that had near consumed him at the sight of his Ma covered that much red. And the boy-
A hand gently but firmly shaking his shoulder brought him back to the rooftop. "Do you have any clues as to how this could have happened?" Batman's voice was softer, more gentle. "I- Yes. Yeah- This was found on the doorstep, they'd missed initually," Clark removed from a pocket in his belt a plastic bag. Something akin to paper was inside, partly stained with blood but with some form of writing on it.
Gently, Batman took the bag, regarded the writing with a considering hum, and tucked it carefully into a pouch. "I'll get you a translation. Give me a week, then meet me on the roof of the GCPD at midnight. A friend of mine will also be there." "Thank you," Clark whispered.
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It was a good day. Sunlight cast a delicate glow over the fields of Smallville, and the Kent farm had woken up to a fresh new morning.
Jonathan watched as Martha guided their new children on how to feed the chickens. Sure, they weren't legally their children yet, but with how often Clark was visiting that new friend of his, he suspected it wouldn't be long. Especially after that translation.
Honestly, it was more like a paper you'd see in those science journals. At least five pages with pictures and footnotes, carefully formatted. Most of it flew over Jonathan's head, but even he could see the sheer effort that Batman fellow put into it. "You better keep that friend, Clark. He's got a good head on his shoulders," he'd noted to Clark after a quick flick through. Thankfully, he'd also thought to add a brief, plain english translation at the end:
"This child has three souls. They weren't safe in their home. They called to me as travelers, so I claimed them. You have raised a protector before, so my task is as such: raise them the same way. Show them the kindness denied to them. I will do the rest."
Underneath was a name. A whole page was dedicated to who Khonshu was. And, as Jonathan watched Marc causiously pet a hen, he thanked him quietly.
Then, he got up. Time to get to work.
#my fics#crossover fic#moon knight (2022)#superman#martha kent#clark kent#bruce wayne#jonathan kent#marc spector
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Okay I wanna hear your recs for when you just wanna get lost in another world!
xoxo MJ/kiwiana-writes
Oh hey, @kiwiana-writes! These are multifandom, because there are so many good fics out there in so many fandoms that just provide such good escapism catalysts! They're also, to nobody's surprise, all epic AUs. (And also, hopefully you're not surprised that one of your fics is on the list. đ)
RWRB: Where the Spirit Meets the Bones by milowren [WIP; Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 48.7k words] I rarely, rarely start WIPs; this AU is one of few exceptions. Alex's mom buys a Victorian era mansion after the end of her second Presidential term. Part murder-mystery, part romance, part modern magic, all fantastic.
RWRB: A Practical Arrangement by you!! (kiwiana!!) [Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 19.8k words] I'm fairly certain that I yelled at you over multiple platforms when I got to the end of the first chapter of this arranged marriage AU... Henry and Alex have been betrothed for three years, and the big day has finally arrived. Just... a phenomenal story.
RWRB: But I love him, whether or no. by @leaves-of-laurelin [Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 77.1k words] Henry moves to NYC to help Pez open a bar. He falls in love with firefighter Alex, who works at the fire station right across the street. Super great friends-to-lovers AU. RWRB: All the Old Showstoppers by @cha-melodius [Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 20k words] This was one of the AUs that really stood out to me when I first started my deep dive into reading fic in this fandom. Alex skips the royal wedding, and three years later he and Henry meet as competitors on The Great Celebrity Bake Off. Delicious.
Five more multifandom recs under the jump; ask me more sleepover weekend stuff!
MCU: A Story We Must Tell by AHM1121 and MissyRivers [Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, E, 166.2k words] An epic AU in which ex-military author James Barnes and ex-military lumberjack/fisherman Steve Rogers meet and fall in love. This one took me a couple days to read, and I'm glad I took my time because it's beautiful.
Boyband RPF: The Way You Know Him by Kaelie and Bethann [JC Chasez/Justin Timberlake, M, 191.2k words] This is boyband RPF, but it's so AU that you'll have to squint to recognize the pop stars' personalities. Justin is new to a publishing house, and JC is on the board. I remember when this was first being published, I waited with bated breath every month for The Way You Know Him Day because I loved it so, so much. That has not changed.
Star Trek: Take Refuge in What You Know by CorpusInvictus [James T. Kirk/Spock, E, 120.3k words] Kirk is new to his apartment building and wants to get to know his neighbors. He meets his neighbor, Spock, a loner who suffers from extreme agoraphobia. Kirk thinks he's a beautiful enigma. This one will hurt your heart in the best way. Mind the tags, though.
The Pacific: The History Books Forgot About Us (And The Bible Didn't Mention Us) by callmejude [Mariell "Snafu" Shelton/Eugene Sledge, E, 116.9k words] A canon (history?)-divergent AU in which Eugene and Snafu bond in a different way after one of their squadmates is shot.
Smallville: Family Portrait by tzigane and zaganthi [Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, E, 130.6k words] An AU in which Lex Luthor is orphaned at a young age, and his mother's will stipulates that she wishes for Martha and Jonathan Kent to become his guardians. Slow, slow burn.
#rwrb fic recs#mcu fic recs#stucky fic recs#rpf fic recs#star trek fic recs#smallville fic recs#historical fic recs#au fic recs#sleepover weekend
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Lex Luthor (Smallville) - Short Story : Chapter 5
âAre you at least getting fresh air?â
âThereâs a lot of windows in the mansion.â
âThatâs not what I mean! Go outside!!â
Lex smiled at the thread of text messages.Â
Heâd been working on a project for the last week, so of course when you hadnât seen much of him you got worried.
The revelation was nice.
The thought of someone worrying, caring about his well being.
He assured you that he wasnât completely barricading himself inside his office. He was nearly done. The last parts were coming together and he could catch up on a weekâs worth of sleep. Sending a reply, he slid the phone on his desk as he forwarded the last email. Once sent, he closed his laptop, letting out a sigh. All he really needed was a shower and a meal and then he could enjoy his new found free time.
At least thatâs what he hoped. The doors flying open assured him that was not the case.
The person standing before him was not who he expected.
Clark Kent.
âGreat. What crime is he going to accuse me of now?â
All he wanted was a bath.
âWe need to talk.â
Lex just worked up that confident smile.
âI donât recall us having any meetings scheduled. Let me get back to you when my calendar is free.â
âThis isnât a game Lex.â
Clarkâs tone was firm, and he realized at that moment that he couldnât just brush it off with clever words.
Lex turned his chair, rising to his feet.
âTell me Clark, what devilish activity did you have me down for today?
â(Y/N)âs secret.â
Lexâs body became tense. Rather than admit that he knew, he decided to play oblivious. That could have meant any number of things. He wouldnât be the one to accidentally tell Clark about your powers. You trusted him. Clark would literally have to beat it out of him if he wanted to get a word.
âIs that supposed to mean something to me?â
Clark brows furrowed for a second, like he was trying so desperately to read him. But Lex was firm.
âHeâs actually protecting herâŠâ
Clark had always been weary telling anyone about his powers. But watching Lex physically and verbally keep your secret, it brought a sharp pang to his chest. Because he couldn't help wondering if he told Lex, maybe he could have saved the friendship and gained a powerful ally.
â(Y/N) is an empath, she can control and read the emotions of those around her.â
His surprise was hard to mask. Lex just turned his back.
âIf youâre going to make up stories, youâre going to have to do better than that.â
âShe told me everything Lex. She used her powers on those men when they attacked the building. The both of you were hiding in a closet. She told me that you risked your life for her.â
Lex turned slowly, eyes a bit combative. But he knew. At that point he realized that it was obvious youâd told Clark everything.
âI didnât know..that day I didnât know she had powers. Even when we were in that closet she just kept yelling at me. I know it was partly your influence. I was pissed that she was judging me even when we were potentially about to die. I was pissed but I..then I looked at her and she was so scared and all I wanted to do at that moment was to save her even if she hated me. She didnât deserve to die.â
Clark thought he imagined it that day in your house, but now watching Lex, it was hard to hide.
âYou care about her.â
Those words felt like knives. Lex raised his head so quickly, and Clark spotted the panic. Like it was a secret no one was supposed to discover.
âYou have no right to tell her..â
There was a vulnerability to his words, and Clark felt sympathetic. Because that look on his face wasnât truly panic. It was more one of fear. Fear of losing someone. He knows because heâs probably worn it a million times.
Lex swallowed, trying to school his features into something that looked less pathetic. Like he wasnât horrified that the second you learned of his feelings you wouldnât turn tail and run.
Clark had an entire speech planned. He was about to head over there and tell Lex that if he ever hurt you, then heâd be sorry. But looking at Lex now, a part of him just wanted to offer some reassurance. He understands that Lex has a short list of people he can rely on. Trust isnât easy. Thereâs a lot that wasnât easy for him.
Love was very high on that list.
Looking at Lex, he could easily say it was the first time heâd seen him wear such an expression.
âYou should tell her how you feel.â
Those werenât the words that Lex was expecting. Clark just wore an understanding look.
Heâd done his part.
Of course he was going to keep an eye on Lex. But as of right now, the only threat was probably Lexâs conflicting mind.
That wasnât something Clark could fix.
Lex would have to figure it out on his own.Â
#smallville#lex luthor#trust#friends#clark kent#humor#feelings crushes#family#care#understanding#lexxreader
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A Child In A Womanâs Body
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Smallville! Clark Kent x Reader
Requested by Anonymous: Sound stupid but something domestic with Clark and reader just going grocery shopping. Small and intimate.
Warnings: Fluff
Y/Nâs POV
Clark and I sat on his bed with our heads in our textbooks. Clark and I hadnât had much time to spend together, since he had to help his family with their farm, and I had my internship with LuthorCorp, thanks to Lex. So because of our busy schedules, Clark and I decided weeks ago that we would take a personal day for ourselves. But the issue was that that personal day would have to be on a school night. Our parents allowed us to sleep over as long as we got school work done, first. Which was an agreeable compromise.
Now, you might be thinking, âYour parents know youâre dating, and they let you sleep in the same room?!â Yeah. Our parents trust that Clark and I will do the right thing. And besides. Clark and I basically grew up together, having sleepovers almost every night until junior high.Â
When Clark and I were little, I was best friends with Lana Lang. Lana lived right next door to the Kents, but it wasnât until after the meteor shower that I met Clark. From there, Clark and I grew closer. And yeah, I was aware of Clarkâs crush on my other best friend. But in the end, Clarkâs crush eventually wore off, and he and I ended up together,
Clark and I sat criss-cross, across from each other. We took turns reading the questions, and we made a game out of who could answer the question the quickest. I read the next question on our homework, âWrite the equation of the line in slope-intercept form with x-intercept 3 and y-intercept -4.âÂ
As soon as I finished reading the words, Clark looked up from his page, and he looked directly at me. He wore a mischievous grin as he said, âEasy. Itâs y=4/3x -4â.Â
My eyes went wide with shock as I reached over, grabbing his notebook. He had the whole problem answered, along with his work shown. My mouth dropped, and I began to stutter, âH-h-h-how?âÂ
Clarkâs mischievous grin was instantly replaced by a nervous look. He looked away from me, thinking. âI worked ahead,â Clark said, suddenly not so nervous. He was now sporting the beautiful smile that I fell for.Â
I slapped Clarkâs arm and yelled out, âClark!â His other hand went up to where I slapped him, and he held his arm as if he was in pain.Â
There was a mysterious glint in his eye as he looked at me. âYou shouldâve been quicker,â he said. But it wasnât until I saw the evil look in his eye that I realized what was happening. But it was too late for me to get away. Clark had already begun to lean over and tickle me before I could get away.
I laughed out loud as I felt Clark tickle me across my stomach. âClark⊠Stop. Please!â I begged. But our playful actions were cut off by a small knock on the door. Clark and I both looked away from each other, and we directed our attention to his door. It slowly opened, revealing Clarkâs mother.
Martha smiled as she looked between Clark and I. I thought that she wouldnât like seeing me leaning over her son, while his hands were across my stomach, but it seems like I was wrong. She continued to smile and said, âIt looks like you kids are having fun.â I looked up at Clark and smiled before looking back at Martha. âI just wanted to come upstairs and say that Iâll be back. Your fatherâs in the barn, and I will be at the store.â
âMom, donât worry about it. Y/N and I can do it,â I smiled, going along with Clark. Martha looked unsure. She grimaced as she said, âAre you sure? I donât want to put too much on you two.â
âItâs not too much. Y/N and I needed a break, anyways. Right?â He said, looking over at me. I lifted myself off of Clark and nodded at the redheaded woman. âSee,â Clark gestured towards me.
âOkay,â She said slowly. Marthaâs hand slowly moved toward her back pant pocket and pulled out a rectangular sheet of paper. âHereâs the shopping list. It shouldnât be too much. I have some money in my wallet. And because of your volunteering, feel free to get something for yourself. You too, Y/N,â She said, giving us one last look before leaving the room.
When Clark and I arrived at his family's grocery store, I instantly felt like a child in a candy shop. I ran over to where the store kept their carts, and I pulled one out before racing the cart back to Clark. Clark smiled as he watched me race towards him. The cart was right in front of him when he held his hand out, stopping the cart. I felt the back of the cart, where I was, slowly move off the floor, scaring me a little, before suffering a rough landing.
âYou are a child in a womanâs body,â Clark laughed.
I held onto the handlebars and lifted myself onto the bottom area of the cart before looking at Clark with a fake pout. âPush me, Clarkie,â I said in a childish voice. Clark chuckled and shook his head, moving from his spot to push the cart I was currently standing on. What more could I say than, âYou can take the woman out of the child, but you canât take the child out of the woman.â
Clark ended up pushing me all throughout the store, but when we got to Isle 19, it was all over. You see, Isle 19 is the toy section, of the store, and let us just say, I love toys. I jumped off the cart and pushed past Clark to get to the colorful balls in the bungee cord cage. I pulled a pink one out, and I turned to Clark.Â
Clarkâs demeanor had changed from happy to angry dad. He pointed at me and said, âY/N, No.â
I didnât listen at aimed the ball at Clark. âThink fast,â I warned, throwing the ball toward the young farm boy. I pulled out another, which was green tie-dye this time, but I didnât realize that Clark had walked up behind me. He took the ball from my hand and shoved it back into the cage, along with the pink one I had just thrown at him. âI said no, Y/N,â he said. Clark picked me up and placed me into the cart as if I weighed nothing to him.
I was now stuck in the basket of the cart. I sat with my legs crisscrossed, so I could fit a little more easily, and my arms were left folded across my chest with a pout. I was kinda upset, but I also saw why Clark did it. I was acting like a child, and if my child did that, I might just do the same thing.
Clark had finished finding everything on his motherâs list, and we made our way to the checkout. I was still in the basket of the cart. And yeah, I could've gotten out at any time, but it felt much better to be pushed than to be walking all throughout the store.
Martha was right, there wasnât much on the list. It was just basic food for meals throughout the week. And seeing as it was only the three of them, I guess they donât need much food.Â
We entered an empty checkout lane, and I did my part by placing each item in the cart on the conveyor belt. Clark picked up the stuff closer to him, and when the cart was completely empty, Clark moved toward me, holding his hand out for me to grab. I took ahold of his hand and climbed out of the cart.Â
âThank you, kind sir,â I said, attempting a British accent.Â
âYouâre welcome, fair maiden,â Clark said, doing the same thing.
âYou guys are so cute,â The middle age store clerk said with a smile. âWhen I was your age, my boyfriend and I were the same way. It made people sick,â She laughed.
Clark and I stared at the woman with a caring smile. âAnd what happened between you two?â I asked. âWe got married and had 2 kids. Weâve been together for 30 years. We met in high school.â
âSo, do you think there is hope for us?â Clark asked the woman.Â
She scanned the last item and looked us straight in the eye. âOh, honey! You two will make it all the way. I have faith in that. There may be some bumps in the road, but youâll figure it out, together,â she said. âNow. your total is $48.90.â
Clark handed the woman a $50 dollar bill and told her to keep the change. We both began to pack the cart up and we left the store building.
When we made it to the truck, I stopped and looked at Clark. âDid you hear that Clark?â I asked, in glee. âThat lady says she has hope in us, and I believe her,â I finished.
âYeah. I hope sheâs right, because I want to make it my mission to stay with you until the day I die,â Clark said, packing up the groceries.Â
âYou really mean it, Clarkie?â
âYeah, I do.â
I ran up to Clark and I pulled him into a strong hug. âOh! I love you, Clark!â I exclaimed. I leaned out of the hug and looked Clark straight in the eye. âI love you too, you big kid,â he ruffled my hair. I snaked my arms around his neck and sealed our romantic moment with a kiss.Â
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its not easy (to be me)
With his hearing, there was no way for Conner to escape the arguments. Especially when all the arguments were about him.
It had started two weeks ago with a question, a simple question but a big one. The Kid knew about the Batman of course. Seen him and his dorky sidekick in passing during battles. But theyâd never, like talked. Bats had asked who was taking care of him, who was training him and frowned when heâd said no one. He asked about Superman, if he was helping. Kid had shrugged and told Batman the truth, that Superman hadnât even given him a name much less any help.
Batman frowned in a way the Kid would soon learn was his Fixer Frown. A frown that said there was a problem in front of him and he would fix it however possible. His solution was to bring the Kid home and give him care, training, a name. A family. As much as the freedom of Metropolis and later Hawaii have been, the Kid was lonely. He loved his powers but wanted to belong somewhere, to someone, to be more than a gimmick in a leather jacket. He said yes.
And thatâs when the arguments started.
âWhat the hell are you playing at, Bruce?â Superman yelled at Batman, who he now knows is Bruce Wayne. The man applying for custody of a recently invented, on paper and in reality, young orphan named Thomas Smith soon to be Wayne. The Kid mouthed the name to himself hundreds of times and it never fit quite right. He supposed heâd get used to it soon enough. Theyâre at the Watchtower while the Kid has been staying while they got all the paperwork settled. Heâd been studying a map of Gotham when his ears picked up raised voices a few halls over.
âWhat do you think youâre doing? Do you think this is a game? That you can just steal any child that crosses paths with you?â Superman yelled
âHe was living on his own in another state with only an unscrupulous manager and a reporter who made uncomfortable advances on him caring for him,â Bruce said in a clipped voice. âI understand the circumstances of his existence are uncomfortable to you-â
âUncomfortable? Lex defiled my dead bodied and used it to make a- make a-â
âA child,â Bruce explained. âA child who is not at fault for the circumstances of his birth and deserves care, respect and a place to call home. I stayed my hand this long because I expected you to step in.â
âWhat? So I donât get time to cope with coming back from the dead? I need to put my own life back together before I can handle this, Bruce!â Superman exclaimed.
âYou had options, your mother has been fighting with Alfred on the phone for days to get Thomas to Smallville. But you didnât, you left him alone.â Bruce said in a menacing tone, the Kid is kind of awestruck. He doesnât know much about Batman but he does know the guy is human and heâs challenging Superman. For the Kid. Someone is defending him for the first time ever. It makes his chest hurt in a weird, but good, way.
âYou are allowed to see him, Thomas will need your help with his powers. But he will be my son, in my care not because of any petty reasons but because someone has to care about him. He doesnât deserve to wait for you to decide if youâre ready to be a parent. I didnât with my other two children and I wonât now.â
âFine,â Superman huffed and a part of the Kid broke a bit. Some part of him still hoped that the man he was cloned from would fight for him but well, you canât have everything. âYouâre a good man, a good father, you just donât have to be an ass about it. Iâll talk Ma down down but sheâs insisting he visits the farm at least once a week.â
âOf course, he can come over this weekend and you, me and your mother can come to a workable arrangement.â Bruce nodded, âIf youâll excuse me. Iâd like to check in on him. Iâm sure heâs been listening in to this conversation.â The Kid yelped and ducked his head in guilt though Bat- Bruce- couldnât see him.
âOh, right, of course,â Superman said clearing his throat. âThank you, for taking care of him.â
âHeâs a good kid,â Batman replied. âWeâll be in touch.â
âIâm also glad to see youâre doing better,â Superman said suddenly. âAfter, well, you know died. I was really worried. Robin has really helped you, I uh, I hope you take care of that kid in kind. I mean with the all changes happening.â
âRobin will be fine, this adoption should not affect him.â That said, he left and his footsteps approached and the Kid went back to studying the map upside down.
                                                        XxX
âWhatâs your angle with this B, please explain it to me so the world starts making sense again!â The Kid tensed up at the sudden screaming coming from down in the Cave. He was hanging in his room, his real, proper, all to himself room when he was distracted.
âNice to see you too, Dick,â Bruce said sarcastically.
âWhat the hell are you doing adopting another kid and a Super at that? Uncle Clark sounded miserable on the phone, what are you playing at?â
âClark is wrestling with his guilt and sense of relief, heâll get over it,â Bruce explained blandly. âThe boy was in need of help no one was proving, I could walk away.â
âOf course you could have!â Dick yelled. âYou donât have to take in every sad story you come across! And you donât but this one is special, isnât he, Bruce?â
âDick...â
âYouâre still barely standing after Jasonâs death and now the next kid you slot into place has super powers and is practically invulnerable. I bet youâre already cooking up excuses to oust Tim and put that brat into the Robin costume. No more worrying about taking your little bird out, no more chances of losing partners.â Dick scoffed.
âThat is not true!â The Kid curled in on himself a bit on the bed. He put his hands over his ears to try and block out the fighting but his hearing was too good.
âDonât bullshit me, Bruce, Iâve known you pretty much my whole life. I know how you think.â Dick sighed. âLook, you probably think youâre doing the right thing. You want to help this kid, thatâs great but you canât save everyone. Nothingâs official yet, you can send him to Smallville or the Fortress. I probably can swing to have Cy and Gar watch him at Titans Tower. You donât... an invulnerable kid wonât bring back Jason or help Tim, whoâs doing a great job as Robin and doesnât deserve to be treated this way.â
The Kid had met Robin once or twice but heâd only heard about Tim. Tim hasnât come over since this whole thing began. Tim probably hated him for replacing him even though thatâs totally not what he was doing. He buried his head in his knees. He just wanted some place to belong.
âThomas is staying Dick, he is my son as much as you and Jason are,â Bruce said sternly. âI know you admire Clark and I respect his right to admit this isnât what he wants but Thomas still needs this. And heâs not going to be Robin, Tim earned that position and it will stay with him as long as he chooses.â
âYeah, well, how much will he want it when youâre parading a newer, better model in front of him,â Dick grumbled. âYou keep making the same mistakes, B. Lets hope this one doesnât end with a body count. Iâm headed back to the âhaven. Iâll send a card when I read about your new addition in the newspaper.â
                                                    XxX
âThomas? Dearie?â The Kid looked up to Martha, âcall me Maâ, Kent. âYou alright, son?â
âYeah,â he mumbled, towing with the ends of the homemade sweater Mrs. Kent had given him. Itâs warm but big in the shoulders and a bit itchy. He looked around the small but cozy kitchen. Looked past the walls to the sprawling farmland of Kansas and a little beyond that to the tiny specks of Bruce and Super- Clark- talking about him just out of earshot.
âYeah, Iâm okay,â he wriggled in his chair. âItâs just a lot to take in, yâknow?â
âI do,â She sighed and pet his shoulder. âI know Bruce has a huge heart and I can see he already cares for you but it is your decision if you want to go with him. Living in his house means a lot of responsibility, both in public and private.â
âYeah,â He shrugged.
âYou could stay here,â she offered tentatively. âSmallville High is only a few miles down the road, lots of open space for a young boy to spread his wings.â He a second, he could almost see it. See himself helping out with chores, helping Ma cook, practicing moves at night in the empty fields. Maybe one time, but not now.
âIâve had people give up on me, ignore me, use me but Iâve... only had one person fight for me and mean it. I appreciate it Mrs. Kent but I wanna go with Bruce.â She smiled and grabbed his hands to kiss.
âI understand but no matter what you are to Clark, youâre my grandbaby. No matter what happens going forward, youâll always have a place here with me.â
âThanks,â he sniffled and she patted his hands again before standing up and turning so he could collect himself.
âNow those cookies ought to be done by now. I know Alfred has been spoiling you but I make a mean snickerdoodle myself and youâre not leaving until you tell me who does it better.â
                                                         XxX
âThomas?â The Kid jumped at the voice behind him. Heâd been so busy focusing on Bruceâs aggressive argument in the study below with the adoption lawyers on the phone heâd missed the boy sneaking up on him. They were in the second floor family room where visitors werenât allowed, howâd he even get in? âHey sorry, I just uh assumed you heard me.â
âNo uh itâs okay I was uh-â
âEavesdropping?â The other guy smiled, âYouâll fit right in.â The smile turned sad but reappearing. He stuck out his hand. âIâm uh Tim Drake. Weâve met technically but I was, you know,â he held his hands in front of his eyes miming a mask. âAt work, I guess.â
âOh!â The Kid lit up, âyouâre Robin! Thatâs so cool. Sorry I was so rude that first time, Iâve been watching watching Youtube compilations to get a feel for Gotham and you have some sick moves. Good to finally meet ya, Iâm uh Thomas I guess?â
âBruce pick out the name?â Tim said with a grimace. The Kid shrugged. âNo surprise there, kinda creepy to be honest. Plus you donât even look like a Thomas.â
âI donât?â the Kid moaned, Bruce gave him this name and if the name didnât fit then maybe he didnât fit.
âNah,â Tim said thoughtfully, bringing his fingers to his chin in thought. âThomas is kind of old fashioned, you need something cooler. Like Danny or Brad or uh,â he blushed. âConner. That was my uh best friend when I was in elementary school. He moved to Canada the next year but I thought he was the coolest kid around.â
âConner,â the Kid said, tasting the name. It sounded nice. It sounded right.
âThomas Conner Wayne but because of the uncomfortable associations, you go by your middle name,â Tim smiled but once again it was kinda sad. âIt sounds nice, I think youâll be real happy here. Bruce was... struggling after Jason died, I think youâll help him heal in a way I canât.â
âWhat do you mean? Youâre Robin dude!â Conner said incredulously.
âIâm the neighbor kid with weird hobbies who doesnât know how to take no for an answer,â Tim deadpanned. âYouâre the adopted kid with superpowers. You donât need to be a genius to work that math out.â He ducked his head. âLook, sorry, that was rude. I get it, this is a good thing. I knew this gig was temporary, until Batman got himself together and now... now you can help him.â
âTim, Iâm gonna be straight with you, man,â Conner said, gripping Timâs shoulders. âIâm happy to be here but I am also scared shitless. Your city is insane and Bruce gave me a gas mask the other day to carry when Iâm out of the house. He asked if I wanted to learn to fight and thatâd be wicked but I donât know what it means and if Iâll still be able to be a hero if I gotta hide my powers and please.â He begged, âyou canât leave me alone. Superman doesnât want me, Dick thinks Iâm some sort of experiment and who knows with B. I need someone to help me. Please, Tim.â
âOh I mean,â Tim blinked, âOf course yeah. Iâll show you what I know, I think youâll be going to Gotham Academy same as me so Iâll help you there. Teach you how to live to Gotham. How to interpret Bâs grunts and growls. And Dick is nice but heâs got a temper, you gotta know how to work around it.â He smiled, âas long as B lets me stay, weâll be in it together.â
âTogether,â Conner said with a smile feeling the tight ball in his chest start to relax. For the first time since this began, he finally felt heard. He grasped Timâs hands and held tight. Tim seemed cool, willing to help someone he thought would replace him. Heâd do anything to get Tim to stay, would beg B if he had to. Dick may not like him but Tim seems like heâd make a pretty awesome big brother. â
âHey I found some secret passageways with my xray vision, wanna check them out?â Conner suggested.
âI think between Dick, Jason and I, not to mention baby Bruce, weâve found them all but Iâd be curious if you found an extra one. Letâs go, Iâll show you the squeaky floorboards to avoid when weâre sneaking around B.â
#super robin au#ive been obsessing on this concept all day#the old au where bruce adopts kon early on raises him as a bat alongside tim and they tag team robin#with kon hiding his powers#me and Tally have been talking in the discord for hours about it until i couldnt wait any longer#title from five for fightings Superman#Im too tired to edit or add anymore#I'll look at it again tomorrow but for now here it is unedited over uhhh 2 hours
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Coffee Girl
Connor Kent/Kon-El x Reader
Summary: he gets stuck in Smallville but it isnât all bad.
âConnor Kent!â Boomed Clarkâs voice. It was rare to hear him yell no matter how mad he was. That was usually Bruceâs job. Kon blinked in surprise. Clark clicked a button on the remote and a big screen turned on to Connor completely tanking a mission. Bruce joined the room shortly with his arms crossed in disapproval.
âYou have been working continuously and refusing to take time off. You are tired and when youâre tired, you mess up. And when you mess up, people could die. Connor, I hate to say this but youâre benched. Even Nightwing agrees,â Clark said softer. Kon had his mouth opened to argue but couldnât. They were right. He was screwing up. â3 weeks off. Mandatory with the only exception, world ending events.â
Kon closed his eyes to keep from protesting. It would probably end up with a longer time off. Instead he nodded curtly and went to his room. He didnât know where to go. He was always on a mission. Maybe he did need a break. His phone rang, Ma Kent.
âHiyah, Connor,â she said brightly in her Midwestern accent. He couldnât help but feel warm towards her. Was it him or memories of Clarkâs? Connor didnât know but he had a bit of a smile when talking to her.
âHi, Mrs Kent,â Connor said.
âCall me Ma,â she always said. âI was calling to invite you out here. Weâve got tomato harvest and we could always use a hand. Youâve been working hard lately and I think you could use a superhero break. Clark would get a little too into the job when he was your age.â
âDid he talk to you?â Connor asked.
âClark? No heâs been busy I guess. Been gosh, a week or two since heâs talked to us last. Are you okay,â she asked. Connor relaxed. Ma Kent would never lie to him.
âIs it okay if I come tonight?â He asked.
âAbsolutely!â She said happily. âIâll make your favorites. You still eat meat, right?â
âOh yes. Yes I do,â Connor said. âIâll pack and then come. Is that okay?â
âSure, dear. Weâll see you in an hour or two,â she said before they both hung up. Thatâs how Connor ended up with a backpack slung over his shoulder, knocking on the screen door of the Kent farmâs front porch. Pa opened the door with a smile. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes felt warm.
âCome on in. I hope youâre hungry. Ma cooked enough for 12 of your closest friend,â Pa said. âTake your bag to your room and wash up.â
âOkay, thanks,â Connor said hoping the stairs two at a time. Chicken fried steak and mashed potato smells enticed Connor back to the kitchen where Ma was plating up food. She loaded a plate with meat and potatoes and green beans in bacon, all of Connorâs favorites she made. She slid a huge glass of sweet tea next to it. Ma plated Pa and herself a much smaller plate of the same before sitting.
âWow, this looks great,â Connor said. She smiled at him. At first he felt uncomfortable around the Kentâs. Was she just looking at Clark through Connor or was she looking at Connor? But a throw away remark about how bright Connor was, much smarter in science than Clark had been at that age, such a smart grandson, had him relaxing. They didnât just see him as a replacement for his father. They talked about all kinds of things as they ate.
âTomorrow Iâm going to need to get out there around 5 to start harvesting. Then around 6 I need to start dropping product off for the restaurants in town and the trucks pick up product to be sold in Metropolis around 8 so itâs a pretty tight schedule. Usually I hire someone to take stuff to town so I can stay on the farm. I canât really pay you more than room and board,â Pa warned Connor.
âGood thing I love the food,â Connor said with a smile. Ma beamed. âIâd love to help. Iâd lose my mind if I did nothing.â
âSounds great,â Pa said with a smile.
Kon woke up before the light of day even peaked out over the horizon to dress for work. A warm breakfast sandwich wrapped in foil along with a thermo of coffee waited on the counter for Connor. He got in the truck with Pa and they went to the fields. Rows of tomato plants were plump with fruit that they gently harvested into boxes. Connor carried stacks of boxes to the truck where he loaded up the bed to be sold in town. Each store had a certain number of boxes that Kon would deliver according the paper Pa gave him.
Kon parked behind the first store and double checked his list. A coffee shop needed 2 cases of tomatoes? He knocked on the back door.
âHold on Mr Kent, Iâm coming,â called a woman from inside. You wiped your hands on your apron as you opened the door. âOh, I thought you were Mr Kent. Sorry.â
âItâs okay. I am Mr Kent,â Connor joked and you looked confused. âIâm Connor Kent but everyone calls me Kon.â
âHi Kon,â you smiled before telling him your name. You looked at the absolute unit of a young man in front of you. He was certainly built similarly to Clark Kent. Connor grabbed both cases of tomatoes and turned to you. Wow, he was pretty strong, you thought.
âWhere do you need this?â
âOh right,â you said after being distracted by his arm muscles. âOver here,â you said and he gently laid it down on a counter. You couldnât help but glance at his pecs through the white shirt he wore in the summer heat.
âNeed anything else,â he said with a bit of a smirk. If he hadnât noticed your eyes on his chest, he certainly heard the way your heart was beating faster in his presence.
âUh, no. Thank you,â you said with a nervous laugh.
âSee you in a few days,â he replied with a nod. You felt a bit like a fool for being so flustered around him. Cute butt, you thought as he left.
âYou gonna get in here? Breakfast sandwiches wonât make themselves,â your boss Amy called. She was making scones while her wife was prepping the coffee makers for the early risers.
Connor went on to fill all the orders in Smallville with only one mishap that turned out fine. Apparently 123A is a bookstore and 123B was the sandwich shop he needed. The owner laughed and Kon got his deliveries on time. He spent the rest of the week working on the farm and delivering produce as needed. 3 days later, he delivered to your store again.
You werenât nervous to see the tomato farmer dropping off vegetables. That would be lame.
âWhy are you wearing makeup? And that shirt?â Asked Melinda, your other boss.
âWhat? Itâs just a shirt?â You stammered while feeling up the condiment station.
âUh hu. You know weâre gay, not dead, right?â She said with a hand on her hip and you almost knocked all the napkins off the table in shock.
âI donât-â
âI know. And I also know that you like that Kent boy,â she said with a smirk. âAsk him out. Itâs 2021. Ask him out. Peg him-â
âMel!â
âJust donât fuck up my agreement with the farm. Iâd fire you for those tomatoes. Theyâre godly on a sandwich,â she said with a laugh before going back in the kitchen.
You scoffed before finishing your job. You heard the back door bell and went to answer it. Calm down, itâs probably just Mr Kent again, you told yourself. But no, standing in the door with 2 more cases of tomatoes was Connor Kent. He had a grin and happily set the vegetables on the counter.
âSo do you always do pick up?â He asked and you couldnât help but notice his eyes glance down and then back to your face.
âJust for cute vendors,â you said with a shy smile. He grinned widely.
âWell in that case, can a cute vendor ask you out on date,â he asked leaning one arm against the counter beside you. You couldnât help but notice, once again, how fit he was.
âUh, sure, yeah,â you said.
âToday? 3 or 4 at the diner downtown?â He asked.
âYeah, that sounds great. I can meet you at 4,â you said.
âThen itâs a date,â he answered back walking to the door to leave. âSee you at 4, diner downtown.â
âYeah,â you said as he walked out. You had a stupid smile to your face as you returned to the front.
âEarth to coffee girl,â Amy said. âShe sees one cute boy and forgets who she is.â
âI saw one cute girl and I burned the hell out of my hand when we first met,â Melinda teased. âAnd Iâm pretty sure you walked into a pole.â
âHeresay, you didnât see it,â Amy answered tossing her braids over her shoulder in mock offense. She turned back to you. âCheck the timer on the croissants, will yah?â
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âIâve got to get back to the farm. I uh, I have a date,â Kon said with a little smile. Jonathan Kent nodded knowingly.
âOkay, thatâs why you were working so fast. Donât forget to wash up. And be gentle with a date. They arenât super strengthed here in Smallville,â he reminded Kon. It sounded like a repeated phrase has had told Clark more than once.
âOf course, Pa,â Kon said running to the porch as soon as the truck stopped in the drive.
âAnd be a gentlemanâŠ. Heâs already gone,â Pa said. Martha stood in the doorway.
âHe said he has a date,â she said.
âMmhmm, thatâs what I hear. Guess itâs just us for dinner tonight,â Jonathan said giving her a hug. âMaybe we can have our own date with the house empty.â
âHmmm, that sounds nice,â she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
20 minutes later and the familiar scent of cologne and body wash could be smelt up the stairs of the Kent home. Connor rushed down.
âHow do I look?â He asked. He was wearing nice blue jeans and a shirt sleeve blue plaid button down shirt that was open to mid chest and a white tank top was visible beneath. He had attempted to brush his hair back but a stubborn curl popped out right in the front.
âYou look adorable,â Ma said with a smile. She straightened his collar. âBe kind and open doors and pull out her seat. Donât ever do anything she donât want. And for goodness sake, donât make her walk all over town if sheâs wearing heels.â She looked over a Pa who shrugged.
âI didnât know how they worked when we first started dating,â he said sheepishly.
âI wonât forget,â Kon said. He shoved his phone and wallet in his pocket.
âAnd nothing super. We keep it a secret for a reason. And be careful of your strength. It wouldnât take much to hurt her,â Pa warned.
âIâll be careful. Thank you both,â he said before running out the door. About 10 seconds later he came back in. âCan I boroughed the truck?â
âI thought youâd never ask,â Pa said with a smile before tossing Kon the keys.
Kon showed up to the diner that had a sign out front saying âStarlight Diner, Best Chicken Fried Steak this side of the Mississippi since 1953.â And that was exactly how the diner worked. Same recipes the owners grandfather used in the same location and with many of the original customersâ grandkids as customers. He walked in to a plump woman with bright red lips seating customers.
âHiyah welcome to Starlight. Just for one?â She asked.
âNo, 2,â Connor said. You werenât there yet. Most of the other customers were slowing eating pie or drinking coffee rather than eating. It was post lunch rush and before dinner. She sat in a booth by the window and Connor people watched until you arrived.
He saw you walking down the street. You had changed out of your clothes from earlier into a sundress. The wind curled the edge of the dress around your knees as you hurried to the diner. You barely talked to the hostess before hurrying back to the table.
âSorry, Iâm late,â you said earnestly before sitting down. Connor took a sip of sweet tea.
âNo itâs fine. Itâs only a few minutes. Iâm sure traffic was bad,â he joked. You looked out the window where you could probably lay on the street for a minute before getting run over.
âWork tied me up. Our ice maker overflowed so I was holding buckets to catch it as it just poured ice out everywhere,â you said. You looked up to Connor staring at you. You looked down at your shirt and back at him. âWhat? Do I have something on me?â
âHmm? No, youâre just look really pretty today,â he answered and you smiled a little shyly.
âThank you. And you look very handsome. I know youâre related to the Kentâs but where are you from because I know practically everyone around our age from Smallville and you arenât from around here,â you said.
âIâm from Metropolis,â he said. âAnd the family tree is complicated but Clark is like my cousin, I guess you could say.â
âYou do look a lot alike,â you admitted. âBut your smile is different. And you donât sound like a hick.â You teased.
âHey now, youâre from Smallville,â he warned.
âYeah, but not for long. Iâm going to Metropolis in the fall. Iâm going to college and Iâve already got an internship,â you said with a pleased smile.
âDoing what?â Connor asked. Were you going to be journalist like everyone he knows?
âMicrobiology and my internship is at Cadmus connected to Lexcorp,â you said. âIt was hard to get and I was one of a billion who applied..â you kept talking about your internship but Connor couldnât think after learning you were going to work at Cadmus.
âConnor, are you okay?â You asked after a minute. You noticed he wasnât listening.
âYes, sorry. Long day. I just-â
âWhat can get for you two?â Asked the waiter. Saved by the bell, Connor thought. The man took both of your orders and left.
âYou were saying?â You asked.
âI donât remember,â Connor lied. âSo why microbiology? Why do you want to do that?â
âI was in high school biology class one day and they pulled out the microscopes and I fell in love. It was the coolest thing. And when I learned that people do that for a job, I was interested,â you said. Connor liked the way you perked up as you talked about your interests.
âI thought Cadmus was a genetic lab,â Connor said.
âPartially. Thereâs also a division that works on disease prevention and thatâs where Iâll be working. Not on the genetic side,â you said.
âNot going to be cloning anyone?â He asked jokingly. Mainly joking.
âNot unless you count single cell organisms as anyone,â you joked and Connor laugh. He could handle this. You werenât working on that side. The side that made him.
The food arrived and while Connor couldnât remember exactly what you had said that day, he certainly remembered just being happy. It was nice to just smile at someone who was smiling back at him. And before Connor knew what was going on, he was seeing you as often as possible. Everyday if he got out early enough. And Connor got thinking about extending his break from superheroing.
âGuess who?â He said standing behind you with his hands over your eyes. Your boss had a bit of a smile. It was okay, work was slow.
âHmm, tall, handsome, blue eyed city boy maybe?â You answered. Connor tickled your sides and you swirled in his arms until you faced him. âYep, I was right. City boy.â
âHey now, Iâm a full fledged farmer,â he said with another tickle that had you giggling and swirming. He gently kissed your lips as you closed your eyes. A bell at the door had you both breaking apart so you could help a customer.
âDate tonight?â Connor asked. âAt the pier?â
âYeah, see you there,â you answered.
The pier was an area where the people of Smallville would go swimming or fishing. It was also a great place to meet for a date. Usually there were a few kids from town playing but it was a windy cloudy day so you were waiting for Connor alone.
You sat on the edge of the pier and hung your feet in the water. It was actually really nice and cool. You checked your phone.
âShoot, itâs almost dead,â you said. The wind picked up suddenly and you checked the weather on your phone. It took far longer to load than usual, even at the pier. There was a chance of a thunderstorm. You called Connor.
âHey Kon, maybe we should meet in town instead of the pier. Itâs going to rain soon,â you said.
âOh man, sure. You can come to the farm. No ones home,â he suggested as he stood in the barn running a hand through his hair and down to scratch at the back of his neck.
âAre you saying âcome home my parents arenât home?â Mr Kent?â You flirted as you walked towards the shore.
âWell, maybe,â Connor answered with a smirk. He leaned against the side of the farm truck. âJust me, you, a twin bed surrounded by my cousinâs spelling bee trophies.â
âSounds romantic. But I do wonder about your motives,â you said with a laugh as you walked to your car.
âVery much ulterior motives,â he answered. âPossibly even salacious.â
âOo, sounds fun,â you said unlocking your car when movement on the horizon caught your eyes. âConnor!â You gasped.
âWhat, whatâs wrong?â He asked. He could hear your breathing increase over the phone.
âI think- I think I see a tornado,â you said with a tremor in your voice. âItâs the way back to town. What if itâs coming this way?â
âHide under something. The bathrooms are brick right? Hide in there and Iâm on my way,â Connor said already flying out of the barn. Pa Kentâs words that secrecy was very important burned in Connorâs mind but he didnât care. He was going to save you.
âOkay, wait, what do you mean youâre on the way? Itâs a tornado! You canât drive in it,â you said confused.
âDonât worry about me. Just get to safety,â he said and soon he was flying so fast that the phone couldnât get signal and the call was lost.
You ran to the bathrooms and were lucky the door opened. You moved to most inside toilet and sat on it while locking the door. You needed to grab something to hold on to in case- in case the tornado hit. The sound of wind picked up to a loud roar. You grabbed at a pipe to hug it. The tornado was definitely coming your way. Your breath was erratic and frantic as your heart pounded.
The bathroom door was ripped open and Connor called out your name.
âIn here,â you yelled over the roar before unlocking the door. Connor joined you in the bathroom stall and hugged you. The sound of something being ripped apart could be heard and Connor covered your body with his own. You whimpered and pressed your face against his chest as wind and noise whipped around you. Connor covered you both in his tactile telekinesis like a protective blanket.
âWeâll be okay,â he said rubbing your back. âItâll pass. Weâll be okay.â You nodded against him but your fingers gripped his shirt tighter. After a few minutes the wind started to slow and you looked up.
âWhat,â you asked, staring at the debris around you both but not touching you. An invisible bubble protected you both. âWhat is that?â
âUhh I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you about me. Iâm from Metropolis, right?â Connor said as the wind died down to almost nothing. âIâm actually Superboy.â He smiled nervously.
âYouâre- youâre Superboy?â You asked faintly. The evidence was clear in front of you. âThat explains how youâre so strong.â
âI guess,â he said with a laugh. He watched you nervously. Connor just admitted that he was an alien and some people werenât too fond of that. How would you react?
âConnor, you saved my life,â you said before pulling him down to a kiss with a grin. You pulled back and looked at him. âGod I love you.â
âYou what?â He said and the storm was almost forgotten. Did you just say you loved him??
âOh I- I didnât mean to say that,â you flushed. âNot that Iâm saying I donât. I do. But itâs too soon-â
âHey, I love you too,â Kon said and you shut up. You kissed him again.
âWe should probably get out of here. The storm has moved on,â you said. Outside, tree branches and trash was thrown across the parking lot. Luckily your car was still there with just some leaves and water on it. âI guess weâll drive to the farm to check on the Kents?â
âYeah sounds good. They didnât sound in trouble but we can check,â Kon answered. He could tell they were fine but he was so keyed up that a solid plan was a good idea.
When you got over to their side of town, the tornado had clearly gone a different way. In fact, the only destruction was the bathrooms down by the pier. The Kentâs were fine. They werenât exactly happy with Connor for spilling his secrets like that though.
âYouâve been here about 2 months and thatâs all it took to say the huge family secret weâve kept since Clark arrived on the farm ages ago,â Pa said.
âWell, yes. But-â
âYou can clean the barn out. No powers.â
âSounds good.â
Conner was free to go in a weekâs time but instead stayed the rest of the summer and helped you move into your new dorm room in metropolis. Superboy showed up in the city shortly after.
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Pairing: Jordan Kent x fem! teen!reader
Request:âMay I request Jordan Kent x fem reader in which she was present in the battle during episode 7? The one with the solar flare. It's like she kinda knew that he was Supermanâs son but this confirmed it. So when Jon destroys the machine it glitches so using the reader's own powers (energy absorption) she stops Clark and Jordan from dying and punches John Irons being like. 'DONT YOU DARE GO NEAR HIM(Jordan)' â | Requested by Anonymous
A/N: I rewatched the scene as I wrote so the dialogue matches up with the show but obviously there is some dialogue added though just for the fic. Not gonna lie, I didnât look up what exactly energy absorption is so the power may not be spot on but itâs still really cool.
Summary: When the lives of your boyfriend and his family are endangered, the only way to save them also involves revealing a big secret.
Warnings: Canon-level violence.
Word Count: ~1.9k
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Sitting on the couch next to Jordan, you placed your hand on his shoulder and comforted, âIâm sure Jonâll calm down eventually, youâve had worse fights than this.â
Jordan silently shrugged, mindlessly flipping through television channels. You sighed at his seeming indifference before placing your hands on his face and turning his head towards you.
Looking into his saddened eyes, you spoke, âJordan, I promise you that Jon and I werenât talking about anything at school today. He just needed a friend. Plus, he totally has a thing for Teagan, which I donât really get but whatever.â
Jordanâs eyes held contact with yours for a moment before he turned away, sighing, âI know, I know. I just⊠Iâve had a hard day-And thatâs not an excuse! But, you knowâŠâ
You slightly tilted your head, âKnow what?â
He opened and closed his mouth, searching for an answer that would accurately convey his thoughts, âJon is⊠well, Jon. City guy, football quarterback-â
You interrupted him, pointing your finger on his chest, âYouâre a football player too! Not that it matters, but youâre legit now! If I hadnât met you when I did then girls wouldâve been lined up at your door.â
He gave you an incredulous look and deadpanned, âI donât think a girl has even looked at me before living in Smallville.â
You shrugged, âMiddle school doesnât count, everyoneâs too busy with pimples and hormones to notice the guys that matter.â
Standing up off the couch, Jordan ascended up the stairs going to his room as you followed closely behind.
After knowing the Kents for years and your family often visiting them in Metropolis, you being in Jordanâs room whenever you were over was natural and neither of your parents really minded. Plus, his father had super-hearing so what was the most you both could really get away with?
Walking up the staircase, Jordan asked, âEven if I believed you, youâve known me for years, Iâm pretty sure even the middle school bullies knew that weâd end up together.â
Before you could confirm his thoughts, Jordan tumbled up the remaining stairs with his hands clutching his head as he groaned in pain.
âJordan!â you yelled, kneeling down to where he was shriveled on the floor.
His eyes were clenched shut as you screamed, âJon!â
The older twin entered the hallway at your cry and quickly came over towards you when he saw his brotherâs pained state.
âHey, Jordan, Jordan, Jordan, hey-â
âI think someoneâs trying to kill dad,â Jordan gasped, clutching his head.
Unanimously, you and Jonathan exclaimed, âWhat?â
âWhere?â Jonathan also asked.
âI-I donât know, I can kind of hear him-â Jordan explained before wincing in pain.
Propping yourself under his shoulder, you helped him up as Jonathan ran down the stairs to get the keys.
âCan you take us to him?â you asked.
âWhat?!â he yelled, before grimacing at his own noise. He then whispered, âWhat are we going to do? What if you get hurt?â
You opened and closed your mouth before shrugging. You knew what youâd do if you got hurt, draw power from something else to heal yourself. But you had yet to tell Jordan of your own superpowers.
You had meant to tell him when he told you that his dad was superman, him waiting a grand total of three hours before telling you. But he had seemed so distraught about the secret that you didnât want to add to his trouble.
Instead of revealing yourself in that already stressful moment, you helped him into the truck, âIâll be fine.â
You sat in the middle of the brothers as Jonathan started the engine before accidentally making the vehicle lurch forward, adding to his twinâs suffering.
At the sudden movement, you grabbed Jordanâs shoulders to prevent him from jolting too much. âDo you even know how to drive?!â you âscreamedâ in a hushed whisper.
âNot really!â
You braced yourself with both hands on the dashboard as Jordan urged his brother, âOkay, youâre gonna have to go faster, alright!â
âJordan, Iâve only ever driven momâs car before!â Jonathan defended, his hands clenching the steering wheel as he tried to control the truck in the pouring rain, âPlease just tell me which way to go.â
Doubling over in pain, Jordan groaned, âItâs so loud.â
Your hands immediately went to his as you tried to help him.
âHey, hey, Jordan look at me,â you pleaded as Jordanâs scared eyes met your own, âJust try to do what you did earlier- when you were listening to me and Jon at school. Please, please just do that.â
Jordan winced again as his breathing quickened.
âJordan, please focus. Please!â Jonathan begged.
The superpowered twin grabbed onto your hand as he squeezed it while he tried to find some clarity in his mind. You grinded your teeth together at your boyfriendâs subconscious use of superstrength before closing your own eyes.
Feeling a spark of electricity nearby, you pulled it towards you as your hand faintly simmered red while the pain disappeared. The streetlights around you flickered as you drew energy from them, not that the Kent brotherâs noticed in the midst of all the chaos.
Jordanâs eyes shot open and he released his grip on your hand as he rapidly pointed to the left, âThat way, that way!â
Sharply turning the truck onto a different road, you noticed a barn up ahead with red light radiating from it.
âOver there!â you pointed as Jonathan headed towards the building.
As you approached, you were all able to see the stranger Lois and Clark had been hunting for the past few days through the wide open barn doors.
Pressing his foot on the pedal, Jonathan accelerated towards the man.
Your eyes widened at the increased speed and you grabbed his shoulder, âWhat are you doing! Do you see that thing heâs holding!â
Jonathan shook his head, âDadâs in trouble!â
Before you or Jordan could further protest, the truck collided with the man who was moments away from killing the Man of Steel. You jerked forwards as the stranger was thrown back and the hammer was flung out of his hand.
Upon impact, Jordanâs hand grabbed the handle on the carâs ceiling and his arm wrapped around your shoulder to prevent you from hitting your head on the dashboard.
When the truck came to a stop, you all stumbled out of the vehicle and you tried not to throw up at the quickness of everything.
âThe-the lightâs.â Clark groaned, struggling to pick himself up off the floor.
Pulling the hammer off of the ground, Jonathan turned towards the machine producing the red sun lights and brought the weapon down on it, effectively smashing the machine.
However the destruction of the device only made the lamps briefly flicker before they came back on, even brighter than before.
Clark and Jordan unanimously cried out in pain at the intensity of the lights as they fell to the ground. You urgently fell to Jordanâs side as you cradled his withering form.
Jonathan went to his father as he pleaded, âDad, Dad! What do we do?! Please, dad, what do we do?!â
Pulling himself off the ground, the man darkly chuckled, âI always have a back-up plan.â
Feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes, you closed your eyes as you felt the energy from your surroundings bubble up inside of you.
Drawing power from the lights, you wobbled up off the ground as the veins in your hands glowed red and a matching shimmer made its way up your arm.
The man was faced away from you and focused on Superman, unable to see your powers activate and the danger he was in.
Grabbing the hammer from off the ground, the man lifted it up to bring it down on the Kentâs as you made the lights shut off and screamed, âDonât you dare!â
With power drawn into your hand, you punched the stranger and he crumbled to the ground, leaving you to meet the wide eyes of Jonathan Kent and the groggy eyes of his father and brother.
The simmer from your hands faded as you directed the remaining energy from the lights into Jordan and Clark.
The two superpowered aliens sighed in relief before they realized what happened. Lois emerged from the side of the barn as she yelled, âWhat was that?!â
âYeah!â Jonathan agreed, âYou have powers?!â
You shyly smiled, âSurprise?â
Helping pull Jordan up while Jonathan helped his dad, you explained, âI was going to tell you but then everything happened and well⊠I donât know, I promise I was going to do it later though.â
Jordan smiled at you as he softly bumped his shoulder against yours, âWell at least Iâm not the only one at our school with superpowers now.â
Jonathan huffed, âYeah, but Iâm probably the only one without them.â
You all chuckled as Clark offered you his hand to shake, âWell thank you for the assist. Hopefully your expert use of powers can help Jordan.â
âHey! Iâm trying my best.â
Laughing at the youngest twin, you all headed towards your respective vehicles and Clark went to pick up the strangerâs unconscious form.
âWait,â you stopped in your tracks, âWhoâs going to drive back?â
Jordan started to raise his hand before Lois cut in, âNope, no way. You all are coming with me. Clark can bring the truck back later.â
Jordan slumped over in disappointment as he dragged his feet to Loisâ car. âFine,â he huffed.
Jonathan scoffed, âDo you seriously think that youâd do a better job at driving than me?â
âThink? I know I would, not that you did well to begin with.â
âOh, please. I got us here in the pouring rain while you were collapsed in the corner-â
The two twins continued bickering as you all crammed into the backseat of Loisâ car. You were unfortunately stuck in the middle of them and their argument, again.
But despite the constant disagreements between the twins, you found it in yourself to smile at how things turned out, glad that you were finally able to tell Jordan your secret.
Holding his hand in yours, Jordan briefly stopped screaming at Jonathan and smiled at you, and you couldnât help but grin back.
Sure, not all secrets turn out the best when revealed, but this surprise was definitely for the better.
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thanks again to @dykerory and @willowcrowned for this genius au. this is an incomplete collection of very specific set of headcanons/daydreams i had about a tangential version of your au that made me emotional in the middle of the woods. whenever you feel the time is right, iâm very eager to hear your og version on the âbut obi-wan, tho!â, because i admittedly pushed this oneâs resolution really far chronologically because i wanted batman to be involved.
continuation from here
note: my understanding of dcu is as sporadically informed as my understanding of the gffa.Â
newly graduated clark kent gets his first journalism job and starts settling more and more into the superman thing. the rest of the justice league has been around but his entrance onto the scene is the one that really inspires the various heroes to actually start coordinating to deal with the weirdness magnet that is dcu Earth. Clark is in his early 20s. Anakin is in his late 30s.
Heâs been living on Earth, without the force, for nearly 2/3rds of his life. He has a close knit circle of friends who were kind to him even when they thought he was just a weird and crazy emo cult victim (the gradual increase of public encounters with aliens and superpowers sparks some awkward apologies, Anakin at 38 just waves his friends off, smiling and changing the subject, neither confirming nor denying his high school ramblings of spaceships and magic. it doesnât really change anything).
He lives an hourâs drive from smallville, and runs a successful auto shop. people travel from pretty far to check out some of his more wild and specialized motorcycle abominations. makes enough money selling them to rich idiots to fund his free auto-class and auto-repair programs for impoverished communities.
It took a while but he eventually came around to the idea of helping people without physical force (ironically, this is happening around the same time Clark is coming to the realization that he can help people with physical force). Generally respected as a pillar of the community. When people start to realize how profoundly weird he is as a person in a number of inexplicable ways, someone will generally pull them aside and quietly whisper that he was in a cult at a child, no one really knows much about it except that itâs what inspired his anti-modern-slavery work, which is a little telling. Not married. Was in a long-term relationship for like 9 years. It didnât end well but no-one knows the details.
Has several cats.Â
Heâs- wistful but settled. Heâs been through a lot of therapy. He meditates every morning and night, clearing his mind and examining his emotions in the way Obi-Wan taught him. He thinks Obi-Wan would be proud of him. He know his Mom would be.
Once he gets used to the idea, he never really stops loving the concept of learning just because. Duel bachelors degree in in african american history and american literature, masters in engineering, masters in astrophysics a phd in theoretical physics, another phd in medieval folklore. Heâs worked a lot of jobs.Â
He was already pretty well versed in astronavigation back at the temple. Over the course of his time on earth, he gets more educated in earth astronomy and physics. With is increased knowledge, his theory for âhow did i get hereâ shifts from slight hyperdrive miscalculation, to big hyperdrive miscalculation, to some sort of hyperlane incident. he realizes that none of the stars he knows are familiar in any NASA database. He must be beyond wildspace, which helps him let go of the last bit of hurt he felt that Obi-Wan never found him.
Then he really learns physics- and- light doesnât exactly work like that right? He thought it was just primitive Earth understanding but... he gets a phd more or less accidentally, trying and failing to disprove that the speed of life is constant constant.
Getâs another even more accidentally, explaining how alternate universes might form if we assume slightly different universal constants. He publishes his thesis anonymously around the same time metas are becoming a household term, and at least one science journalist speculates on it and how alternate universes might explain the increasing prevalence of wildly different superpowers. He doesnât claim credit for the honorary diploma awarded to the unknown theorist- he doesnât want to risk drawing any attention to him and by extension Clark, whoâs alien differences are far more of the âmilitary experiment interestingâ variety then his.
He stops tinkering with Clarkâs ship. He finally gets how it works. Now that he realizes how FTL travel has to work in this universe, tinkering with the mechanical generation and harnessing of the massive quantities of energy necessary to do is startlingly familiar. But it doesnât matter. No matter how far and fast he travels, heâs never going to be able to get back to the life he used to know.Â
Perhaps this is what being the chosen one actually means- heâs meant to live a life without the force, so that when he returns to it in death heâll be able to somehow...educate? the force? maybe?
Ok, heâs not great at the metaphysical spiritual side of things, but he does accept that going back is out of his control, and heâs doing good here, even if itâs not galaxy altering.
Despite all the therapy, he never doubts that his early life was real. He has his saber and deep, deep down he can feel a spark in the kyber. He canât do anything with it, but itâs there. Thereâs also pieces of the utter wreck that was his ship in the cellar, next to the sleek unblemished pod that Clark arrived in. Shortly before Clark becomes Superman, he asks for his help in melting down his old ship to make unearthly alloys.Â
Heâs not surprised when Clark tells him he met a ârealâ âmagicâ user- it stands to reason that considering how relatively easy it is to convert energy from one form to another in this universe (Clark can fly), at least one kind would bend to sentient willpower in a similar way as the force does.
Itâs still a little nervewracking showing his lightsaber to someone new for the first time in a decade. Zantana scrutinizes, bewildered.Â
âThere is some sort of power locked within, but itâs unfamiliar to me,â she admits finally. âI could probably brute force it and force the energy to release itself, but it would likely destroy the container.â Anakin politely refuses.Â
Later, after the justice leagueâs formation, Clark mentions to Jâonn that he has a friend who might be able to work on his ship. Jâonn is extremely doubtful when heâs brought to a bizarre autoshop in the midwest that looks half-like a roadside attraction. Anakin sighs and digs his hands into the guts of the craft, muttering incomprehensibly and yelling at clark to melt down some pieces from the special scrap pile. A few days later he explains the patches heâs done to an impressed Jâonn. When he asks how a human came to learn such things, heâs absently informed that,
âI used to work in a junkshop in Tatooine. All sorts of ship parts came through.â
âIâm unfamiliar with this world.â
âTell you what, if you ever meet anyone whoâs heard it of it, send them my way, and Iâll make your next repair free.â
âOh! Iâm afraid I donât have any earth money...â
âUgh, of course you donât. itâs cool, capitalism sucks anyway and everyoneâs entitled to free transportation, regardless of the area they happen to live. I do ask that if you canât pay for the repairs that you spend an equivalent number of hours either attending one of my free auto classes, or volunteer at a community-led charities of your choice, here Iâll get you a pamphlet-â
So the Martian Manhunter becomes a weekly volunteer at a Midwestern Food Waste Reclamation Facility. Jâonn Jâonzz ends up becoming Anakin Skywalkerâs friend well before he becomes comes truly comfortable around Kal-El. For a telepath, 39 year old Anakinâs Jedi orderly mind is a soothing relief.
(again, Anakin has spent far more time meditating on Earth then he ever did at the temple. Before all this, spent five years dutifully memorizing the Jedi way even as he struggled to live up itâs basic practices. For the first few years on earth, religiously practicing every meditation technique Obi-Wan ever taught him, thinking obsessively about the philosophies he never had time to really process, is just a desperate attempt to reconnect with the force, prove himself worthy of it. But even after he gives up on ever touching the force again, he keeps up the practice, he canât release his emotions exactly, but he does find peace. The tendency to stop mid-rant to earnestly pronounce made up zen bullshit and then sit quietly for an hour before picking up on his tirade again as though there was no interruption is one of the things many things people find profoundly weird about him)
Kal-El doesnât stop asking new aliens and dimensional travelers if theyâve ever heard of Coruscant, or Hutts, or the Jedi Order. Anakin might have given up, but Superman remembers his older brother scrubbing away his own tears to focus on helping Clark calm down enough to touch the floor again. The more the Kryptonianâs powers developed in alarming ways, the more Anakin set aside talk of missing his home galaxy. Anakin might have claimed it wasnât like that, but Clark was determined to take every chance his increasingly weird life threw at him, no matter how vanishingly small.
In the middle of his first battle with Braniac, Clark starts insulting his incomplete database. The world collector pauses, demanding a more precise explanation. Clark complies, giving his best technical description of Coruscantâs cityscape, Tatooineâs binary star system, and so on. Braniac is so distracted that Superman recovers completely from his kryptonite poisoning and easily saves the day.
Neither the lantern corp or the denizens of the neutral zone have the answers. Superman doesnât mention it it Anakin, but he never stops looking and listening.
âHow did you even meet that guy?â Flash asks curiously after stopping to say hello on one of their after work laps of the country.Â
âAliens among us support group,â Kal-El responds deadpan.Â
âOh. Wait, what? Heâs an alien? I thought he was from the future or something! Youâre messing with me. No way thatâs a thing. How many people are in the support group? This is a joke, right?â
âSorry, most of them arenât out and I donât want to violate their privacy- a lot of them have high profile jobs. How do you think I met Jâonn?â
âSUPES IâM FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW YOUâVE GOTTA STOPâ
Anakin is just sort of vaguely known by a solid chunk of the super community as âthat one midwestern zen space mechanicâ and no one really questions it because everyoneâs life has just gotten so goddamn weird. A few of them know he used to be a space wizard of some kind. Space wizards now being a regular hazard of life on earth, no one has reason to doubt this, and itâs as good an explanation as any for Anakinâs general vibe.
well. almost no one doubts this. Batman does not simply accept Anakinâs general bullshittery without carefully investigating and drawing his own conclusions. He does not share these with anyone.
But one day Clark- this is well after Superman became Kal-El to him, and not long after Kal-El tells him to call him Clark- comes up to him and asks for his help finding about an alternate universe. Knowing and dreading where this is going, Batman stalls,
âShouldnât you be asking one of the league members who regularly travels between universes?â
âI have, over the years,â Clark admits, awkwardly scuffing a boot on the floor of the cave. âBut no oneâs familiar with the exact one Iâm looking for, and I thought since youâre a detective, and also one of the smartest people I know, you might be able to help me...â
âYouâre an investigator yourself, and you can survive the vacuum of space,â Bruce shoots back flatly. âIâve told you before Gotham is my priority, and this has âpersonal projectâ all over it.â
âCome on, B, please,â Superman pleads, trailing Batman around the cave like an overgrown puppy. âIn a few months it will have been 30 years! Heâs my brother! Just let me see the research youâve already done!â
âWho says Iâve already done research on your brother?â
Clark shoots him a look. And Bruce concedes the point with a grunt.
âIâll need need to talk with him first,â Bruce finally concedes. âBring him by the cave. Take the-â
âTake the tunnel entrance, I know, I know,â Clark agrees with a grin. âThis doesnât mean heâs authorized to know your secret identity. Thanks Bruce, this means a lot. Iâll ask him tomorrow about his schedule.â
Superman flies off and Batman scrubs his face with a gloved hand. After a moment he pulls up Anakinâs file on the main monitor. Bruce honestly respects and likes the man, as much as he respects and likes anyone whoâs not family. He admires his sense his style, appreciates his upgrades to the batmobile, and is impressed by both this civil rights work and his additions to the scientific community.
That doesnât mean heâs not convinced that Anakinâs brother is a bit insane. Again, heâs not judging! He dresses like a bat to scare random henchmen and beat up actual demigods! He wishes his rogues gallery was as capable of directing their ptsd-inspired delusions and staggering intellects towards such productive pursuits!
Bruce was already in quiet awe of the Kentâs ability to raise an outrageously superpowered being without blowing up a chunk of the country; their success in derailing a supervillian origin story just puts him over the edge. He stares at the three most likely profiles heâs pulled together. Christen Jones, from a negligent family, death certificate filled out suspicously sloppily at age 3. Earl Lucas, went missing at age 9, both parents dead in a violent assault. And Jake Hayden, who at age 5 disappeared along with the rest of his family in a seismic accident later linked to Luthercorp.
Anyone of them could have suffered on the streets for years and coped by establishing an elaborate fantasy world, aided by self medication, only to eventually be picked up by the Kentâs and start healing. Certainly Anakin had the intellect to create worlds in his mind. All his rogues were smart enough to create their own little realities in their heads- it doesnât mean they were actually reachable.Â
Unfortunately Anakin had a Kryptonian younger brother who was determined to actually find the space wizard knight homeworld, even as the 'Jediâ in question had slowly moved away his reliance on the delusion as an adult. Batman really didnât see any way bringing up his conclusions to Anakin or Clark could possibly be helpful, and so many alien allies had a âIf you find about the Jedi please contact Kal-El of Krypton on Earthâ pamphlet that it would be excruciatingly awkward to try and discretely correct anyone.
Bruce was not looking forward to this conversation.
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Reactions to Superman and Lois S01E13
Tal in his green glass box, remembering his lovely childhood đŹ
He absorbed all that was inside the Eradicator, right?
Clark serving whatever meal to his family once again đđ„ș
Ah, the girl that Jon is supposed to stay away from, who brushed him off before, is now making him skip assembly. Hm.
Chrissy! With a super short skirt, damn, I couldn't sit in that. đ
Clark giving John Henry the breakfast no one ate, aww, bonding time.
Also, is this the same shirt on Clark he was wearing for the funeral? So soft đ„ș
Clark and John Henry working together, aw yiss! And the first bump hahahahahahaha đ
Okay, on one hand, Sam wanting to get rid of the experimental stuff is a nice gesture towards Clark. On the other hand, it will backfire. They need to have it somewhere accessible for last resort situations.
"You can't even drive." Yes. Because he's 14.
Jordan and Sarah are cute. I am also kinda prepared for an accident to happen where he reveals his powers.
Poor Kyle, people are shitting all over him. And Lana is out of job, too.
Again, I understand Lois wanting a statement but I also understand Sam not wanting to risk his words and the story being twisted.
Zeta-Rho not letting Tal meet his mum. How lovely.
Edge getting into Clark's head with the whole "you hold back every day because of humans" speech is fascinating, and I know some people don't like it, but Clark struggling is something I like seeing. If he can do everything easily, what's the point of his story?
Chrissy thinking Lois is protecting the DOD and sending her away, shit.
Tegan knows way too much for a high school kid, and asking Jon very direct questions. Ah, there we go. She only spent time with him to get information. Amazing.
Lana and Kyle being on the same side is refreshing. But Kyle thinking about leaving Smallville, the town he was fighting so hard for, is breaking my heart a bit đą
I love Sarah's hair, okay. But then Jordan with the love confession, damn, boy speaking his mind is so nice to see.
I'm glad Clark sees reason and tells Sam to keep the weapons. It's the only logical thing. Not a reassuring thought, those weapons existing, but they might come in handy.
Jonathan trying to talk to John Henry, I need more of that. And Clark, ever the dad, asking why Jon isn't in school đ
Sam worried about Clark? SAM??? Wow.
Kyle not finding a job, how surprising. đ
Everyone needs to talk to everyone, I am getting whiplash. Clark teasing Jon about trying to impress Tegan. Sam worrying about Clark. Lois marching in to talk to Clark â and Jon snooping đSarah and Jordan arrested!?!?
Lois just blew up in Clark's face who didn't really get to say much. Like, I get her irritation, but just as it was with Jon and him almost dying, Lois is not waiting to hear the other person's side of the story, just tells what she feels and that's it. Clark must feel terrible about almost losing himself and hurting people. And he should talk about it, but Lois just blows up. I know she's written as hot headed on purpose, but they have been together for 20 years. That is a long time for someone to get yelled at for something that happened to them without being able to tell how it made them feel. She always explodes, then leaves to cool off, then apologizes. Meanwhile Clark can feel shit about what happened to him and having made Lois worried. Maybe I am projecting too much but having been on the receiving end of this sucks big time, makes you feel like your emotions are just secondary to the more explosive person's who was only a by-stander to begin with.
Hah, the Mayor being an ass and putting the blame on the Cushings. Surprised? No.
Clark, damn đ„ș Tyler's acting, so perfect. And I am happy Lois listened and Clark could talk about his feelings (kinda wanted the same to happen with Jon after Lois yelled at him, and then talked about their sister).
And John Henry will be protecting the Kryptonian armory. I love it.
WHAT THE FUCK??? Is Tal gone now, taken over by someone else? WHAT?
I love the dejected faces on Lana and Kyle when they fully understand Sarah and her rage towards people for being dicks, and they can't even ground her because they agree đ
But they can't leave Smallville đ±
Disrespecting teachers by not showing up. Now that's a way of looking at it that we never hear. Man, when I prep for a class and half of the group doesn't show up, that is so disheartening, so kudos to the writers.
CLOIS MOMENT đ
What the everloving fuck is Tal doing??? And why haven't Sam called Clark before sending a team in?
"Become the Eradicator." WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!?!
I. NEED. ANSWERS đ±
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Jon Kent Imagine/Preference CW Lois and Clark
Comforting Jon when he's upset about Eliza
GIF CREDIT
Sorry about the lack of posts! I really want to branch out. I have some writers block. This has some angst and fluff. Hope you like it. I really feel in love with Jon seeing how he takes care of Jordan and wanted to write something for him.
Warning: Spoiler if you haven't seen the second to last or last episode I think.
You and Jonathan aren't close enough as friends just yet, but it's really natural and nice between you two. These days you could say he was your closest friend and you his. You were looking forward to the talk about the carnival with Jonathan as you knew it was his first. As you saw him at his locker, you basically skipped over to him and spoke in an upbeat tone; however you only got his name in before he slammed his locker shut. He had a clenched jaw and told you, âI canât talk now, Y/N.â Then, he quickly walked off before you had the chance to say much else. Yu stare off toward him with a frown. You had to wonder what was making him so upset. Heâd been so nice and kind. This reaction was new to you. You spent the day thinking about it and keeping your distance after trying one more time to get close, of course; however, he got away once more.
Later that day, you were dropping off some stuff for the Harvest Festival, which led to you seeing Lois and Clark. You walked up to the pair of Kents and greeted them. They replied in kind with a bit more enthusiasm than you. Youâd only really had two interactions previously, but they were both enjoyable. You commented on some of the items they brought in interest before finding yourself blurting out and regretting what was really on your mind. Those words were, âIâm sorry to bother you and be so forward...not sure this is my place, but I was wondering if either of you knew how Jonathan was doing? Is-is he okay?â They both meet eyes. Lois walks up a bit and grabs your arm comfortingly and replies, âItâs oh so very sweet of you to ask. Been giving you the cold shoulder?â You nod. âDonât worry too much about that. Heâs dealing as best he can.â
âOh, okay. Sorry to ask. I was just worried all day about it. I know my feelings arenât really the thing to think about. He's the one to worry about, but anyway...Yeah...it-â Clark interrupts to say, âWe we understand you're just worried. It's completely fine.â and adds an understanding smile.
âRight. Well, Have a nice day.â You start to walk off when Lois yells, âWait!â You turn toward her and she states, âAre you going by the carnival? What am I saying? Of course you are. If you live in Smallville, itâs a requirement. Anyway, Jonathan might be up to seeing you then.â You nod, and Clark adds, âI wouldn't worry too much about you and Jonathan. You guys seem really close, and weâre glad he has you in his corner.â You smile at the comment, and you reply, âIâm glad to be there too.â You walk away quickly.
You next saw Jonathan on the night of the Festival carnival. You werenât actively planning on seeing him since you wanted to give him space, but you couldn't help yourself after you noticed his drunk state. You walked up to him and his football buddies, Timmy and Corey.
âHey Jonathan.â You said simply, and he smiled before screaming out, âHey!â
âWhat are you up to?â
âJust some hanging out. Oh!â He smacks his head lightly with the palm of his hand, which makes your eyes go wide. âWhere are my manners?â You arenât sure what heâs referring to until he harshly and quickly pulls out the flask from his pocket and holds it out to you.
âNo thank you.â You tell him, and he insists with his hand. âReally. Iâd rather not.â You push his hand away with yours. It seems to make him a little upset, so he says, âWell, weâre going to get a better look at the place, see you.â and stumbles a little over what seems to be only a little bit of hay on the ground. You use both hands to grab onto his arm and softly say, âJonathanâŠâ
âIâm fine.â He smiles and tries to walk off again, but you hold your grip and urge, âI think you should take a seat. Iâll get you some wat-â
âWhy donât you just leave me alone?â
âI donât want to leave you alone.â He scoffs and laughs in a undermining wat before pulling his arm away from and expresses, âYeah. I got that. Youâre always clinging to me!â
âClinging?â
âI said it. Always around me.â
âWell, weâre friend so-â
âAn annoying one at that.â He laughs.
âWhy are you being like this?â He nods to his buddies to walk off and they do; Jonathan goes off and says, âI hate it here. Nothing is going right. I have nothing left for me here. Wish I could just leave!â
âYou have nothing here?â
âThatâs right!â
âWhat have I been doing around you for the past couple of weeks then? I thought we were friends...A pretty decent refreshment from everything and everyone around here, but you canât even stand it here? Wow Iâve never felt so stupid in my life. I mean I misread all of our interactions. Guess we just wasted each other's time then. Donât worry you donât need to pretend or whatever it was you were doing with me anymore. Iâll leave y0ou be-â
âCome on, that not what I-â
âI think you did.â Starts walking away. He tries to chase after, but itâs futile in his drunk state as he trips and falls into a stack of hay. You look over wanting to help. After seeing Jordan though, you give yourself the chance to walk away.
âY/N!â You hear him call, yet you keep walking.
Jordan sits Jonathan down and asks, âI left you alone for 5 seconds to get water for you. What was up with that?â
âI think I just ruined the one relationship I can actually bare in this townâŠâ He looks down defeated.
âY/n is reasonable, just talk to them tomorrow and apologize.â
âHow could I be such an idiot?â
âHeartbreak does crazy thingsâŠâ Scoffs a bit. âYeah, like youâd know.â
âShut up.â Jordan smiled and shoved him lightly, which almost knocked Jonathan over.
âWoah! Really gonna use the strength on me when Iâm most vulnerable.â
âSorry, donât know my own strength.â
âItâs coolâŠâ
After calling the cab share, they make their way to the entrance of the carnival, and they see you as you wait for someone to pick you up. Jonathan stares at you guilty until you feel someone burning their gaze into you. You turn and meet his eyes, and you snap your head forward again. You just wanted to go home and not think about the cruel and unexpected words. He sighs and walks over to you, which left Jordan far from you two. He sits down next to you and quietly says, âY/NâŠâ
âJonathan pleaseâŠâ You crumple your clothes.
âI am really sorry about what I saidâŠâ
âIf it was true, Iâd rather you not apologize. Iâd prefer the truth even if you gave it to me, painfully.â
âI didnât mean i-Well, I meant most of it...I wasnât thinking. While, yeah, I hate it here, I donât hate you.â Nudges you with his arm like heâll hold your hand and says, âYou're the only thing I like about this placeâŠâ
âAs you should, Iâve been an awesome friend.â You both laugh.
âCanât argue with that. That being said, I havenât been the best, especially the last day or two-â
âWell, I can get wanting distance for the most sort after whatever happened to you, but-â
âEliza broke up with me, and it shouldn't be an excuse for what I said to youâŠâ
âIâm sorry to hear that.â
âI know...She just-I donât get it. I mean I didnât even see it coming...I can get the distance to be too much, but why now...I just hate it...â
âThings havenât been easy for you here.â
âWay to state the obvious.â
âShut up, I mean everything was great where you lived before right?â
âYeah basically.â
âEliza was just the last piece of that place. I think thatâs what makes this harder for youâ eyes go wide. âI-I donât mean to tell you how you feel! Just-â Puts his hand to your arm.
âI know.â Comforting smile. Small falters and nods. âWhat you said makes a lot of sense actually...â
âSorry.â
âDonât be.â
âAnyway, I should get home before my parents get more upset at me for tonight.â
âRight. Right.â Both stand. âGood Night.â You wave to him slightly.
âGood Night.â He pulls you into a firm and warm hug and says, âAny thank you.â He let's go and you nod at him a little awkward. He smiles at you and waves before heading into the car.
Hope your day got better!
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Justice League Headcanons
So...yeah. Blame @fickle-tiction and @fanficsandfluff but I canât get JL out of my head. I know next to nothing in terms of canon and I only enjoy a handful of DC movies, so this is the beginning of what I am calling the BEU (Bug Extended Universe).Â
Essentially, in the words of Nick Fury, âI recognize your canon, but seeing as itâs a stupid-ass canon, I have elected to ignore it :)â. A mish-mash of everything Iâve learned about DC through osmosis and my own personal vibe checks :)
This is absurdly long so everything is under the cut:
Clark Kent
- Superman? NO, Superdork.Â
- Heâs extremely clumsy. If he wasnât as fast as a speeding bullet heâd get his ass handed to him ten times over. He has two left feet.Â
- He has a sweet tooth like no oneâs business. Lois once found him perched on the kitchen counter at 3 am eating the donuts she brought home from work.Â
- Super playful and affectionate! King of bear hugs! Country boy I love youuuuuuu
- Curses like a sailor. Do you really think Clark âSmallville, Kansasâ Kent is wholesome? He stubbed his toe once and yelled FUCK so loud that the windows vibrated. Everyone who isnât in the league thinks heâs a boyscout but the league knows the truth.Â
- Forgets about his powers a lot. He has been known to run through walls/take doors off their hinges when heâs excited.Â
- Goblin. He loves messing with Bruce and roping Barry into his schemes.Â
- Clark being ticklish is actually smth that can be so personal? His laugh is so loud and he always goes âsorryâ and tries to be quieter but it does NOT work. He has flight instincts more than fight instincts so he often starts unconsciously floating away when heâs tickled itâs so cute. He giggles a lot and heâs not particularly embarrassed by it.
- Do NOT get me started on ler Clark I could write a dissertation. He is SO playful and teasy but also sweet? He definitely is the type to laugh along with his lee. He definitely allows any sort of retaliation/fighting back like,,, if you manage to crawl away itâs because he let you, and if he wants too, he can be very mean and immovable.
- Bruce and Barry are his favorite targets. He doesnât go after Diana because, frankly, he doesnât have a death wish. He loves to cause problems on purpose by squeezing Arthurâs side and then blaming it on Barry. (Hal Jordan isnât in the DCEU Justice League but I wish he was...theyâd be partners in crime <3)
Bruce Wayne
- Okay letâs clarify some things: heâs not actually an asshole. He can be abrasive and snarky but heâs more towards the sarcastic gruff side vs straight-up mean.
- A lot of people think heâs genuinely an asshole/disconnected rich guy because he has a terrible habit of zoning out/interrupting people? Bruce actually just has intense ADHD that he refuses to get diagnosed, no matter how much Alfred pushes him. He doesnât care what people think about him and heâs mostly learned how to manage it, so he leaves it alone.
- That being said, his friendship with Barry has me :â) Yes, he thinks Barryâs a pest (affectionate), but they share a few science-related hyperfixations (robotics, chemical engineering, etc). They can frequently be found holed up in the Batcave with a weekâs worth of food and caffeine, and theyâre just....tinkering. Watching them at work is amazing because as much as they annoy each other, they respect each other :)
- Heâs 100% a cat person. He doesnât have a problem with dogs, he just prefers cats. He feeds the strays that hang out around the Manor all the time...
-...which Alfred begs him not to do, because Bruce is severely allergic. He thinks he can power through the allergies until one of the stray cats does the face-headbump thing and heâs incapacitated emotionally and physically for the rest of the day.Â
- He severely restrains his emotions but like...catch him on a good day or in a good mood and heâll smile and laugh, especially in friendly company. He just generally believes in maintaining a poker face so no one can read him.Â
- Not to be disrespectful but...thighs. I am Looking.Â
- Bruce has a wonderful laugh. Heâs not much of a giggler tbh but he has this open, clear, slightly scratchy kinda laugh (his voice is permanently hoarse from the Batman Voice). Itâs so lovely. He has a habit of covering his mouth bc heâs embarrassed of his smile but if he finds something very funny heâll laugh openly.Â
- Thee Batman is ticklish and he...doesnât hate it? Like of course he protests ten ways from Sunday but he more minds the âguys stop youâre ruining my dark and brooding facadeâ bit. He hates being teased though and he will throw hands.Â
- Circling back to the emotions thing, heâs very good at controlling his reactions, which means he has thoroughly convinced everyone heâs not ticklish. Except Clark, stupidly perceptive Clark, because he can hear Bruceâs heartbeat and see the way he clenches his jaw to avoid smiling.Â
Diana Prince
- WIFEY!!!!!Â
- Diana is hilarious okay? Sheâs just...so fucking funny. Her jokes never miss. You wouldnât think sheâs the quippy type, but she is, and sheâs damn good at it. In a distant alternate universe, Peter Parker senses a rival.Â
- Loves fresh fruit, but especially strawberries? She makes frequent trips to the local farmerâs market.Â
- She also has a raging sweet tooth. She and Clark work together to steal sweets and buy snacks.Â
- Will not back down from a challenge, ever. Itâs kinda a problem.
- She has such a sweet laugh :â) Itâs so bouncy and melodic and she scrunches her nose. She WILL snort and itâs the cutest thing ever. Yes sheâs ticklish, but no one gets more than five seconds of laughter out of her before she turns the tables.Â
- Worldâs meanest ler. Not only is she frequently on the prowl, she is near-ruthless, especially if sheâs been baited. Once she sets her sights on someone, she wonât rest until sheâs heard their laugh.Â
- Diana is very mischievous and loves hearing her friends laugh. Itâs impossible to be in her vicinity for more than five minutes without at LEAST a few pokes. She is not above just,,, random tickles either.Â
- Nails. That is all.Â
Arthur Curry
- Why are his tiddies always out? Someone please explain.
- The most targeted for pranks ever. Diana especially. Something about him just attracts goblinism.Â
- Heâs coming for Clarkâs bear hugger crown. He picks people up so often that theyâre just used to it now.Â
- Playfighting and roughhousing is his love language. He absolutely loves wrestling with anyone whoâll humor him. He and Diana frequently tussle because theyâre both good sports about it (Bruce is a little bit of a sore loser. Just a smidge).Â
- Thinks he can get away with anything, which is decidedly not true. He just nopes his way out of the room and everyoneâs like D:< get back here and atone for your sins!!! But Arthurâs already in the Pacific Ocean.Â
- I like to think heâs ticklish, just not super ticklish yâknow? He probably has a couple hidden spots that make him lose it though. Like heâll definitely laugh and fall over, but he can and will fight back. Oh boy, will he fight back.Â
- Batman: No fear.
Diana and Arthur sneaking up behind him:
Batman: One fear.Â
- Yâknow that picture of Jason Momoa sneaking up behind Henry Cavill on the red carpet? That is extremely relevant. Arthur loves to sneak up behind people and just...take them down.Â
- Thinks Barry is annoying (affectionate) and the two of them are constantly chasing each other around. Barry is fast but Arthurâs strong (and wayy less ticklish than Barry)
- Physical affection!! He always has his arms around someoneâs shoulders or something. Heâs just a touchy kind of guy :)
Barry Allen
- Speedy boy! ADHD king! Sometimes his thoughts are also at superspeed, which means he talks way too fast and no one can understand him? But Bruce speaks fluent Barry and he translates often (though not without a labored sigh beforehand).Â
- Physically affectionate but casual about it? He likes to play with peopleâs hands while heâs talking, bump shoulders with whoever heâs next to, etc. He doesnât really realize he does it either. Itâs not uncommon for him to be talking to Clark or Diana and they just...unconsciously give him their hand before he reaches for it.
- Okay so yâknow how Bruce feeds the strays? Who do you think lets them in the first place? Barry has tried to adopt every stray he comes across, and when Alfred inevitably says no, Barry runs them to the shelter himself :â)
- Gifting is his love language!!! If he sees anything that remotely reminds him of his friends, he brings it to them.Â
- He likes to hang out with Victor because heâs quiet, but doesnât mind when Barry rambles, which he tends to do quite often. Barry will catch himself rambling and trail off, but Victor will encourage him to keep going, because heâs listening.Â
- Thee Pillsbury Doughboy. Just these high-pitched, bouncy, frantic giggles that only get worse and eventually morph into cackles. He hiccups a lot too :â)
- Okay so heâs not a flailer but heâs super squirmy. Barry will cling onto his lerâs arms just to hold onto something. He kicks his legs too (he does this when heâs not being tickled either, if he laughs and heâs sitting somewhere he kicks). He also just constantly tries to crawl away. If he isnât pinned down he will drag himself to safety. He also has a habit of curling up :â)
- Absolutely invented the speed-tickle. He actually doesnât often use his powers (unless heâs chasing down Clark, because Clark isnât above breaking the sound barrier to escape). Heâs just got incredible hand-eye coordination and precision. His hands will be absolutely everywhere and he is so teasy about it.Â
- Tries not to start fights he canât finish, but he always gets roped into Clarkâs mischief and gets targeted with revenge tickles.Â
- He has tickled Clark once. It was incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular. Literally his crowning achievement. Did Clark absolutely destroy him afterwards? Yes, but it was so worth it.Â
Victor Stone
- Quiet and stoic, but heâs always preferred listening and interjecting with a joke or two.Â
- Closest with Barry and Diana, but heâs making an effort to bond with everyone.
- Unfortunately not ticklish :( I like to think soft touches on his face will make him smile and lean away, but itâs not going to get a laugh from him.
- Doesnât often get involved in tickly shenanigans, but when he does, he surprises everyone with how much fun he has. A different, warmer side of him comes out when heâs among his friends.
- Heâs a hugger! Definitely awkward about it, but he loves hugs and just...holding his friends.Â
- He collects hoodies. He canât really feel them when heâs wearing them, but he likes them and the idea of it. Barry seems to slip him a new hoodie every week. Victor has no idea where he gets them from but heâs not complaining.Â
- He is an enabler. He will look at Bruce like :| âno, I donât know where Barry and Clark are, nor do I no what theyâre planningâ But theyâre literally right behind Bruce, about to squeeze his sides.Â
- That being said, he wonât do that with Diana. If she asks where they are, heâll subtly nod his head in their direction. Even in jest, he will never lie to her. Which makes him Thee person to avoid when Dianaâs on her mischievous streaks.
#my headcanons#this is an academic paper#you can see me get more scatterbrained as I go on it's great#anyways welcome to the BEU#dc#justice league#...bugstice league?#(nice)#ticklish!bruce wayne#ticklish!clark#ticklish!diana#ticklish!arthur curry#ticklish!barry#bruce wayne#clark kent#Diana Prince#arthur curry#barry allen#victor stone
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Season 4 once more!!!
that first meeting truly never gets old
ok ok maybe Jason's a little sketchy leading Lana to the countess sketch. But also. He's a pure bean. Mommas the problem
season 4 Lois, everybody!
season 4 clois, everybody! They're so obvious lol
idek why I'm watching transference again
ok Tom's brilliant though
like really brilliant
I've said this already but anyway once more: Jensen Ackles is a treat
Martha helicopter momming gets kinda old after awhile
Kristin as Isobel. Also a delight
I adore season 4 with my whole heart but the storyline with Jason's mom was... a choice
I was trying to follow the Teague story better but it just doesn't completely add up
Lol Chloe and Lana having that cryptic virginity talk
I forgot smallville literally had an episode basically about who was still a virgin and who wasn't
Lana. Alicia. Clark. Not Chloe. Prob not Jason
ok Lana and Jason and everyone else have every reason to be suspicious of Alicia but uh they do know she can't be invisible right?
Clark's parents getting pissed at him also still pisses me off
LOIS STOPPING CLARK!!! LOIS STOPPING CLARK!
ok yes Clark is an oblivious idiot, but also Chloe could just stop? Listen to Lo's fantastic advice. Don't be weird
I think I've figured out the Teagues. Or at least how I'm gonna perceive that arc
Never mind I really don't. But I kinda do
Maybe
Evil Lex everyone
Spirit Blank is such a beautiful one two punch
Crowns mine bitch. Little close to the Boob. Clark being dragged to prom.
Chloe's fake unconsciousness actually hilarious. Girl just wakes up and stands up. Girl. That isn't how it works
Clark using his powers for the first time again. Bumbly Clark trying to explain
The fact that jason walks in, yells at Lana asking her not to give up on him. And that's their last interaction?? K
Ooh pity party these are fun
"Remember anything? The house, the cows?"
I'm a clois shipper first and foremost but ageless is such a cute clana ep. Mama bear Lana. Papa Clark
I had almost forgotten about Jason's mom. Have I mentioned I hate her?
That awkward moment when your 3 day old son is also only like 2 years younger than you
The Teagues and Luthors fighting over a stone that Lana Lang has. Never gets old
Ok no I do get it this time. The Teagues. The Luthors. It's coming together.
Lol they thought Jason was dead. Tbh so did I the first time excited for that reveal again
Ok brendan shattering on the stairs is peak Smallville high school horror
I FORGOT ABOUT THE KISS. LOL
How tf was Jason still standing. Like actually
My man was knocked over the head, likely concussed, shot, fell off a cliff into a river. Then proceeds to somehow get to safety, drives his truck probably a good distance and has a full battle with the Kents, more blows to the head, more blood. No sleep
No seriously Jason how were you conscious
Lois way stronger than me I would've been bawling at the top of that hill
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 12
You didnât bother to show up for school that day.
Thereâs no way you can hope to internalize anything that would be taught.Â
After sending Clark a brief text, you slide your phone into your pocket. Itâs nice that you have this moment to yourself.
Clarkâs loft always provides a comforting feel.
You trail back to the end of your conversation with Harry.
âI need some space. From you, from this. Donât call me.â
Your tone gives very little away, and Harry wants to get closer. Convince you further, but that look that you give him, it wonât let him move.
âAre you going to leave with Aaron?â
He hates that he has to ask the question, because heâs not sure heâll like the answer.
âI donât know yet. Weâre family.â
That statement is like a knife being twisted in his gut. Because up until a week ago, he was the one that wore that title. Heâs not sure if heâll ever see that glimmer in your eyes when the both of you laughed, or argue like siblings do.
This could very well be the last time he sees you.
He forces his feet forward and you flinch. Harry wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his arms. His hold is tight and you canât stop the soft sound of surprise.
âPlease..â
Youâre struggling to hold in the tears. Why the hell is he making this so difficult? You want to be angry. To yell at him.
Hate him for looking you in the eye everyday and lying to your face.
If not then a part of you has to live with the fact that your brother was out there all this time and he never came back for you.
The thought that there might be others, relatives out there that just didnât want you, itâs painful.
Releasing a heavy sigh, you fiddle with the picture in your hand.
Itâs an older image of your parents holding a newborn.
You.
Their smiles seem to be stretched from ear to ear.
Thereâs not a whole lot of you with them. Given that you had just been a few months old when they died. You never really questioned why there was a scarcity of images with Harry. You just thought that heâd hidden those because the memory was just a hard one to deal with. But now, it makes sense.
The little knock has you lifting your head. Youâre not shocked to see Lex at the stairs of Clarkâs loft.
âI came to collect some of Mrs. Kentâs pies for a fundraiser and she told me you were here. I was curious as to why you arenât in school. Feeling a bit of a delinquent streak coming?â He inquires playfully.
You shake your head with a little smile, thumb running over the image. He slips his hands in his coat pockets, moving closer. He spots the picture in your hand. He pauses when heâs at your side, but he doesnât take a seat.
âYour parents.â
You nod.
âThey took it when I was born.â
You flip the image over, the date and both of their signatures scribbled at the back.
âI always felt a bit indifferent towards them. Itâs weird. I just couldnât comprehend how I could miss something I never had. These people are basically strangers but when I..â You turn it over again.
âWhen I look at this I just feel like Iâve known them all my life. How is that possible..â
It doesnât make sense.
Lex finally sits down right next to you.
âIs there another reason youâre feeling nostalgic?â
Your grip tightens on the paper. The fact that heâs asking must mean that Clark hadnât really said much to him about the topic. Itâs a bit surprising given that they are basically attached at the hip. You appreciate his discretion.
âRecently Iâve found out that Harry isnât my biological brother. Whatâs worse is that my actual brother showed up. I think he wants me to go with him but Harry says I canât trust him. But heâs been lying to me for years.â
âI thought I was the only one in Smallville with dysfunctional family syndrome. â You giggle.
âIt might have become contagious.â You voice.
Lex seems content that your smile looks genuine this time.
âI canât tell you how to live your life. Iâm sure Clark might have weighed in on the situation as well. I think the only thing you can truly trust is your gut. I havenât met either men, but it sounds like despite your uncertainties, you know at least one of them has always had your best interest at heart. The choice shouldnât be too hard.â
Lex is right. Not that youâre really surprised. Clark often gushes about Lexâs many wisdoms.
â(Y/N)! I got you those weird cookies that you like!â
Clark calls as he runs up the stairs and catches your attention. When he sees Lex, he looks surprised, maybe a bit bashful.
âAnd they say chivalry is dead.â Lex informs with a smirk. Clark smiles awkwardly.
âH-Hi Lex.â
âOh, donât mind me. I was just leaving.â
Lex stands, glancing at you as he gives you a soft pat on the arm.
âYouâll figure it out.â
You nod.
âI will. Thank you.â
âAnytime.â
Clark and Lex exchange a few words before heâs leaving. Clark places the cookies heâs gotten you on the desk, moving to your side.
âHow was today?â
You rub your arm.
âAs good as you would expect.
Clark realizes that youâre still holding the picture since earlier in the morning.
Heâs definitely worried.
âI feel pathetic for feeling this way. Youâre literally from another planet. You never met any of your family. I canât imagine what that feels like. I keep telling myself that itâs wrong to be mad at him. He took care of me.â
Clark shakes his head.
âYou have a right to be mad.â
You look at him. If anything, thatâs not exactly what you would expect from Clark.
He just smiles.
âWhen my dad told me about my spaceship I was mad. I was angry that theyâd hidden it for so long. Iâve always known that I wasnât normal. But the fact that the people I trusted most didnât trust me, it hurt."
It does.
âYou have every right to be feeling this way, just donât let those feelings cause you to make a mistake. Whatever decision you choose, make sure itâs one that youâll be happy with. Because regardless of Harry, or Aaron, your happiness is what should come first. No one else.â
You wear a weak smile.
âAre you sure you werenât actually dropped from heaven?â
Clark laughs, hugging you happily.Â
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