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orobaxis · 8 hours ago

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hey 😼 so im actually unhealthily obsessed with you girl dad clark kent content and i was wonder if perchance you could write smth about finding out there daughter, leia, has his powers like she goes missing inside the house, but in reality she’s just floating above them.

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Summary: Clark, finally, manages to prank you.

Dad!Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

more kent family adventures here!

Clark had seen a lot of strange things in his life—alien invasions, giant mechanical spiders, entire planets vanishing—but nothing could have prepared him for the sight in front of him right now.

His one-year-old daughter was floating.

Not stumbling like most toddlers. Not crawling. Floating.

Sure, she did that when she turned one. But that was one time, and she didn’t do it again. And not this high.

He froze in the middle of the living room, dish towel still in his hand, staring like he’d walked in on a crime scene. Leia was giggling, a soft little trill, as she bobbed gently a few inches off the carpet like a balloon someone forgot to tie down. Her curls bounced with every wobble, and those big blue eyes—his eyes—were sparkling with pure mischief.

“Uh…” Clark blinked. “Sweetheart?”

Leia clapped her hands. That was her only response. She didn’t even seem surprised. If anything, she looked proud.

Clark dropped the towel and crouched down slowly, like he was approaching a skittish animal. “You’re… you’re not touching the ground,” he said dumbly, because his brain had apparently stopped working.

Leia squealed and kicked her little legs, which only made her float higher—now a good foot above the floor. Clark’s stomach plummeted.

“Okay, okay,” he said quickly, standing and holding out his arms like a human landing strip. “Daddy’s got you. Come on down, baby bird.”

Leia did not come down. In fact, she giggled again and drifted a little farther away, spinning lazily in midair.

“Oh boy.” Clark scrubbed a hand down his face. He’d been waiting for this—of course he had. She wasn’t just his daughter; she was half Kryptonian. Powers were bound to show up eventually. He just didn’t think they’d show up in the form of defying gravity during snack time.

“Your mom is gonna kill me,” he muttered.

Leia babbled something in baby talk that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.

“Don’t sass me,” Clark warned lightly, stepping closer. He made a gentle grab for her foot, but Leia dodged like a tiny superhero-in-training and spun higher, now level with his shoulders.

“Leia…” His dad voice came out—firm, warning, 100% ineffective. She stuck out her tongue.

Clark sighed. “Guess we’re doing this the hard way.” He crouched, coiled his legs, and jumped. A perfect arc—he plucked her out of the air like catching a softball and landed lightly on the rug.

Leia shrieked with laughter, completely unbothered. Clark held her close, trying not to laugh himself. “You think you’re funny, huh?” he said, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. “Scaring Daddy like that.”

She patted his jaw and grinned wide, drooling like a champion.

Clark shook his head, heart swelling with equal parts pride and panic. “First flight,” he murmured. “Your mom is gonna have a heart attack.”

Leia just giggled again—and then wriggled out of his arms to float right back up.

Clark stared, dumbfounded. “...We’re doomed.” Then, a brilliant idea came to mind, “Actually, baby, we can work with this.”

You’re in the kitchen, humming to yourself while rinsing fruit, when Clark’s voice echoes from the living room.

“Sweetheart?” he calls, tone just a little too casual. “You… uh, seen Leia?”

You freeze mid-rinse, frown tugging at your lips. “What do you mean, seen Leia? She was with you!”

There’s a pause. An ominous pause. “Right,” he says slowly. “About that…”

Your heart rate spikes instantly. You drop the fruit into the sink and whirl toward the doorway. “Clark. Don’t you dare tell me you lost our child.”

“I didn’t lose her,” he says from the living room, sounding defensive, too defensive. “I just… can’t find her right this second.”

The blood drains from your face. “CLARK!” you shout, bolting into the living room so fast you nearly trip over the rug. “She’s ONE. You've been watching her for ten minutes!”

He’s standing there looking guilty and weirdly amused, like a farm boy who got caught tipping cows. Hands raised, palms out. “Okay, okay, don’t freak out—”

“Don’t freak out?!” Your voice pitches higher. “You—how can I not freak out?! Our daughter can barely walk, Clark! What if she crawled outside? What if—”

You don’t finish. Panic shoves the air out of your lungs as you scan the entire room—the play mat is empty, toys scattered like evidence of a crime scene. The hallway? Empty. You sprint toward the stairs, calling her name. “Leia! Baby, where are you?!”

Behind you, Clark says something you can’t hear over the roaring in your ears. Your throat tightens. Oh God. You’re already imagining the worst. Your hands shake as you yank open the laundry room door, peer inside the bathroom—nothing.

“Clark,” you choke out, tears pricking your eyes. “I swear to God—”

And then you hear it. A soft, familiar sound: giggling. Leia’s giggling. Above you.

You freeze, slowly tilting your head back—only for your jaw to drop so far it could hit the floor.

There she is. Your baby girl. Floating near the ceiling like an overinflated balloon, cheeks rosy, curls bouncing as she kicks her chubby little legs in absolute delight.

“HIHIHI!” she squeals, clapping her hands like this is the funniest thing in the universe.

For a moment, your brain just… stalls. She’s floating. Your one-year-old is literally defying gravity.

“WHAT—” The word bursts out of you in a strangled gasp. “HOW—CLARK!”

You spin toward your husband, who is now leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, grinning like he just pulled off the prank of the century.

“Found her,” he says smoothly, like he’s announcing dinner’s ready.

You blink. Once. Twice. “She’s—Clark, she’s—she’s on the CEILING.”

“Mm-hm.” He strolls in, completely unfazed, like floating babies are an everyday occurrence. “Guess she takes after her old man.”

Your mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. “You—” You jab a finger at him, voice trembling. “You let me think—You told me she was gone! I was about to call the police! I almost had a HEART ATTACK!”

Clark bites his lip, failing miserably to hide a laugh. “You should’ve seen your face.”

“Oh, you think this is FUNNY?!”

“A little.” His grin is infuriating. “Come on, sweetheart, she’s fine. Look at her—she’s having the time of her life.”

Leia squeals again, spinning slowly like a lazy ceiling fan, drool threatening to drip on your hair.

You press both hands to your face, dragging them down with a groan. “Clark Joseph Kent, I swear—”

He chuckles, stepping under Leia and effortlessly reaching up to pluck her from the air like she weighs nothing. She giggles in his arms, grabbing his glasses with sticky fingers.

“Guess we’re gonna have to start baby-proofing the sky,” he says, smirking as he hands her over to you.

You glare at him, clutching your little levitating miracle against your chest. “You’re the worst, you scared me so much.”

“Oh, come on,” he says, kissing your cheek before you can stop him. “You’ve gotta admit—it was a good prank.”

You narrow your eyes. “You know what’s gonna be a good prank? When I sign you up for a parenting class and tell them you lost our baby because she was orbiting the ceiling.”

Clark just laughs, because of course he does. And Leia? She claps like she was in on it the whole time.

You’re doomed. Absolutely doomed.

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orobaxis · 9 hours ago

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What are the stories of the Kent Family Adventures™️ in the works/request on queue?

hi op, thanks for the question! i have three that are done and scheduled to release.

thursday:

friday:

saturday:

the smut one (not seen here), i'm still not super happy with, so i'm still working on it.

and some future requests i will be working on:

leia watching your and clark's wedding and sobbing (screaming, crying, throwing up) because she wasn't invited

asking clark for another baby (no smut? just vibes)

clark kent nesting when you were pregnant with leia

leia telling her kindergarten class that her dad is superman; when mild-mannered reporter clark kent picks her up, they are not impressed

superman caught kissing some random woman (you) at a park, someone who knows who your husband is tells clark about the affair

leia, somehow, manages to answer her dad's call on your phone. dad clark and 6-month-old leia have a full-on conversation.

totally not inspired by my trip to vancouver + vancouver island, you, clark, and leia go to vancouver island and leia goes to the beach for the first time!

i'm also currently writing a scott miller x pregnant!reader oneshot right now, i might release it soon too (threat)

as always, requests are open! i'm catching up to them so fast so i do need requests (i never want to stop writing kent family adventures!)

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orobaxis · 10 hours ago

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Size Kink with David (Pt2)

Pairings: David Corenswet x reader

Notes: Part 1 did so well, made a part 2! Enjoy hehe.... Check out my Masterlist! My 5ft gals we will be heard!

Summary: Smut, squirting, self-insecurity of height

He loves to pick you up off the ground whenever he's able to get the chance, too. Hugs after you haven't seen him in a while, just for a quick kiss, or when you guys have sex.

Yes. One of his favorite positions, aside from missionary, is a standing position where you are being carried by him, legs wrapped around his torso, your weight like a feather in his eyes, his cock impaling you over and over…

Bulking up for Superman, your sweet husband had the biggest appetite, needing to eat constantly.

Every time you guys head out to restaurants, brunch spots, the stares you get as waiters bring up plates on plates of food.

Having to eat constantly with food? He also needs a quick pick-me-up snack as well. His own mini snack!

He’ll have you after breakfast, lunch, and even after dinner, just anyyyy time of day.

One day after dinner, he takes you home, pins you to the bed, legs spread, as he’s ready to munch down like there's no tomorrow.

“What a better way to end the night with some dessert?” your husband murmurs at your aching heat, licking down your sweet, slick folds.

Too many orgasms to count. Your 3rd? 4th? David had no plan to stop for the rest of the night, your overstimulated body, giving in to him.

Until he added his massively thick fingers, you were ecstatic.

“ Nghh-baby, I’m gonna cum—” moaning out breathlessly, unable to remember where your surroundings were, just feeling the sensitive overdrive on your body, the sucking and lapping of his tongue darting into you.

“Let go, sweetheart, you can do it, I got you,” as he continues to lap around your folds, sucking on the sensitive bud hard, making you almost black out.

Whining against the sheets, you felt the overwhelming sensation, and you squirted. Gushing all over him, from his fingers to his mouth.

He looks up at you for a second, mouth glistening, eyes astonished, sheets soaked.

“Keep doing that, sweetheart—want you to do it on my cock, my sweet girl."

And oh boy, he did not let you go once throughout the night. Drenching his cock many times, you forgot to count.

Turns him on on how small you can be, and how you drench his large cock over and over, fascinated by how much liquid and cum that seeps out of your small body

Aside from the sexual pleasures? He loves how you're just pocket-sized; he can bring you everywhere he goes. You're just easy-going to bring around in ways.

Just even with one arm around you, you just melt into his embrace, stuck to him like a koala, never letting go. It's not hard to let you out of his sight as you're always there.

The two of you go out to museums, sometimes where it's crowded, and a downside is that David can see some pieces over the crowds, and you can't.

“Sweetheart–look at that piece over there!"

“Baby, I can't see,” you huffed, trying to tiptoe your way up to see what he was looking at.

But your husband creates ideas faster than you can think. “Climb on my back, Cm'here—sweetheart.”

With being small, you also get roughed up pretty easily with bruises and scratches.

But when you became pregnant? It was a whole new game.

He sees you as something delicate, tiny, all while holding a whole new life in your tummy. He would just want to wrap you in bubble wrap if he could, so you wouldn't get hurt.

Sometimes the guilt eats at him, tiny enough that you are, you're carrying a load of weight 24/7, your back hurting, your feet, you name it. You were 5ft after all.

The best he does is help lift your tummy up to elevate the weight, sometimes bring you snacks that you were craving, or just massages whenever you're swollen.

He's just so proud of you. He knows your doing your best!

But when your hormones get in the way, how you want him to yourself, he doesn't resist, yet is still always so careful and making sure your comfortable.

Seeing your small frame, pregnant with his child? He'll give you whatever you ask for.

He goes downtown on your soaking cunt, loving how recently your soaking cunt is always wet, knowing it's the pregnancy causing it.

And boy, he uses it to his advantage when he gets the chance.

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orobaxis · 13 hours ago

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I love that Leia is Clark’s whole existence and reason for breathing like the way he loves her is sooo heartwarming !! That’s really his entire world :’)

writing about clark being a loving husband and dad is the easiest thing to do, because he already has so much love in his heart and he has so much love to give and now he has you and leia and

tysm op!! im so glad that clark’s love for you and leia can be FELT, i try my best to convey it!!

#clark kent #answered asks #queued post #leia kent #kent family adventures

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orobaxis · 21 hours ago

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Would consider, perhaps, giving Leia a baby brother (Jon)?

request submitted to clark kent.

he ripped his clothes off so fast you’re definitely gonna get pregnant soon!

#clark kent #answered asks

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orobaxis · 1 day ago

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Superman BTS

david corenswet x wife!reader

WB uploads a behind the scenes footage of Superman, and everyone online sees David’s wife for the first time.

[“SUPERMAN (2025) | Behind The Scenes with David Corenswet & Rachel Brosnahan”]

[0:00 – 0:22 | Opening Selfie Cam]

(The screen is shaky as David adjusts the camera. He’s in a casual t-shirt, his hair slightly messy from filming. His deep voice comes through with that easy charm.)

David (to camera): “Hey everyone, David Corenswet here, and welcome to… well, something special. We’re bringing you guys behind the scenes of Superman. We wanted to show you what life on set looks like when we’re not saving Metropolis.”

(He tilts the camera, and Rachel Brosnahan pops her head into the frame, already laughing.)

Rachel: “Hi guys! Rachel here. I play Lois Lane. And this is just a little peek into what happens when they trust us with a camera. Which, honestly, is a mistake.”

David (smirking): “Big mistake.”

[0:23 – 0:36 | Off-Camera Voice]

(David glances over his shoulder as if someone just entered. His expression softens, his smile widening before he looks back at the lens.)

David: “Actually, there’s someone here I want you to meet.”

(He gestures off-camera. You’re heard faintly protesting: “No, no, it’s okay!” Rachel grins mischievously and waves you over.)

Rachel: “Oh no, you can’t escape. Come say hi.”

(You step shyly into frame, giving a little wave, cheeks warming under the attention. You say softly:)

You: “Hi…”

(David’s face lights up like a spotlight as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to the frame.)

David (proudly): “Everybody, this is my wife.”

(The crew off-screen cheers, Rachel gives an approving nod at the camera, and you duck your head, smiling shyly as David presses a quick kiss to your temple.)

[0:37 – 2:11 | Montage 1: Set Life]

(Upbeat background music kicks in. The screen shifts to a montage of clips with quick cuts, text overlays, and playful editing.)

[Text Overlay: “Table Read Day!”] Rachel, David, James Gunn, and the rest of the cast laughing around a table, scripts in hand. You’re sitting beside David, whispering something that makes him crack up mid-line.

[Clip: Costume Test] David in the full Superman suit, cape flowing as he spins around. He flexes dramatically at the camera. The video pans to you sitting in a chair nearby, giving a mock thumbs-down. The crew bursts into laughter.

[Text Overlay: “Lunch Break 🍴”] The cast and crew at long picnic tables. You’re sandwiched between Rachel and David, chatting with Rachel animatedly when you say something that made both of you laugh hysterically. David sneaks a piece of food off your plate and looks at the camera like he’s gotten away with a crime.

[2:12 – 4:18 | Montage 2: Candid David + You Moments]

[Clip: Training Gym] David lifting weights in training. You’re in the corner holding his water bottle and cheering him on. When he finishes his set, he jogs over, still panting, and says into your shoulder: David (teasing): “Tell them I’m strong.” You (laughing): “He’s strong.” Rachel (off-camera): “He made you say that!”

[Clip: Night Shoot] You’re wrapped in David’s coat while he’s still in costume, cape draped over your lap like a blanket. He sips coffee and sneaks you a sip before heading back under the lights.

[Clip: Golf Cart Ride] Rachel drives a studio golf cart with you in the passenger seat, David in the back holding onto both of you like you might crash. Rachel yells, “I'm Mrs. Superman’s personal chaffeur—it’s canon now!”

[4:19 – 6:05 | Cast Hanging Out]

A shot of you, Rachel, Nick, and David sitting on a bench during downtime, sharing snacks and chatting.

James Gunn filming a group selfie video, panning past you and David holding hands as you wave to the camera.

Rachel films a silly TikTok-style video with you, both of you dancing horribly in costume wigs. At the end, David photobombs with a heroic Superman pose, knocking over a prop.

You’re behind the clapperboard, holding it nervously. The slate reads: Superman (2025) | Scene 34B | Director: James Gunn. You snap it shut, and the crew cheers.

Quick handheld shot of you and David, still in his Superman suit (cape off, sleeves rolled), crouched on the floor with a huge LEGO Millennium Falcon spread in front of you. Pieces are scattered everywhere. David concentrates intensely while you hand him tiny pieces, joking about how he’s “destroying the cockpit” with his placement. He mock-pouts, making you laugh, and the camera captures the soft dimples and warm smiles exchanged between you two.

[6:06 – 7:00 | Closing Words]

(The video cuts back to David and Rachel selfie-style in front of a soundstage, you standing just behind them waving shyly again.)

David (smiling at the lens): “Anyway, that’s it for now. Hope you guys liked this sneak peek. We can’t wait for you to see the movie—we’ve been putting our hearts into this.”

Rachel (grinning): “See you soon, Metropolis!”

David blows a quick kiss to the camera before the screen fades to black with the title card:

✨ SUPERMAN (2025) – ONLY IN THEATERS ✨

[7:01 – 7:43 | End Montage + Credits]

(Clips roll under upbeat credits music.)

Blooper of David tripping on his cape.

Rachel shouting, “Lois Lane to the rescue!” as she helps him up.

You laughing so hard you almost drop the camera.

Final frame: a behind-the-scenes group picture of the cast, crew, David with his arm around you.

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Top Comments

superfan_daily WAIT WAIT WAIT. Did David just casually introduce his WIFE on camera like that?? HELLO??? 😭😭😭

loislanestans that's not david's wife y'all i think that's rachel's wife and david is just third-wheeling at this point.

dc_fandom She was shy but so sweet 🥺 you can tell David is so proud omg. Also the way she was hanging out with the crew like one of them!!

corenswetcore David: “this is my wife.” Me: screaming, crying, throwing up, sliding down the wall

cinematicgeek44 No but this is such a cute idea for promo. Also… Superman having a wife irl is peak wholesome.

btslover9000 That catering tent clip… Rachel making her laugh… new favorite duo unlocked.

supesupdateHQ Okay but can we talk about how natural she was with everyone??? She’s literally part of the team 🥹

metropolis_memes Warner Bros just soft launched Mrs. Superman. And I for one am HERE for it.

rachelbrosnahanfan The way David kept sneaking kisses and glances at her during the montage STOP IT RIGHT NOW 😭😭😭

dimplewatch2025 David’s dimples were working OVERTIME when he introduced her. That man is so in love, it’s ridiculous.

superstan_

now i want to see her and rachel as lovers in a movie. we don't want david anymore we want her and rachel.

clois_edits

i want the superman movie where everything is the same but superman/clark kent is played by david corenswet's wife.

#david corenswet #queued post

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orobaxis · 1 day ago

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david corenswet characters masterlist

clark kent/superman

kent family adventures (dad!clark kent x fem!reader, baby daughter leia kent) - series

the sound of my voice (will haunt you) - you are clark kent’s best friend, nothing more. you make him forget about you. warnings: unrequited love, clark x lois, hurt/no comfort, childhood bestfriend!reader, memory erasure

jack castello (netflix hollywood)

to your rescue - Jack sees you at the Golden Tip Gas Station and assumes that you are looking for Dreamland. As he approaches you, the look on your face is not full of lust, but fear. You whisper, “Help me.” Someone’s been following you.

scott miller (twisters 2024)

A storm-chasing field trip - Missing your husband, you surprise Scott by tracking StormPar down to Oklahoma. He now has to literally wrangle you: (1) out of harm’s way when you insist in joining the stormchasers, and (2) away from Tyler Owens, who still tries to shoot his shot with a visibly pregnant woman. (WIP)

main masterlist (other fandoms)

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orobaxis · 1 day ago

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Which robin do think would be Leia’s favorite?

Meet the robin(sons)

Summary: Your and Clark’s daughter, Leia, meet the batboys for the first time.

Dad!Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

featuring Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne

a/n: is leia a bit of a replacement for jon here? maybe. but this is my delusion and i get to say what happens. i had a whole batboys phase (had a twitter stan account about jason todd, but my fave robins are now dick and damian)

more kent family adventures here!

The zeta tube hums softly as you step through, holding Leia’s small hand in yours. Her big eyes go wide at the cavernous space opening in front of her. The Batcave. She lets out a tiny gasp, her little sneakers squeaking on the cold floor.

“Whoa…” she breathes. “Daddy, it’s like a superhero clubhouse!”

Clark chuckles, his hand resting gently on her head. “That’s… one way to put it.”

You smile at her awe as Bruce steps forward from the shadows with a curt nod (Leia loves her Uncle Bruce. In her eyes, anyone who her Daddy considers a friend must be the coolest person ever!), and behind him come the boys: Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. Each of them looks a little different, but all unmistakably were Robins at some point in their lives.

Leia’s jaw drops. “There’s FOUR of them?!” she whispers to you like this is the biggest plot twist of her life.

Jason smirks, folding his arms. “What, never seen this much awesome in one room before, kid?”

Before you can respond, Dick steps forward, all easy smiles and warm energy, crouching down to Leia’s level.

Leia peeks around Clark’s leg, her big eyes landing on Dick. Something about him, the bright smile, the easy laugh, draws her in instantly.

“Hi,” she says shyly.

“Hey there, little star,” he says brightly. “You must be Leia. Your dad’s told us all about you.”

Leia blinks up at him, then giggles, already shyly tucking behind your leg before peeking out. “Are you Robin?”

“Was Robin,” Dick says with a wink, then holds out his hand like he’s meeting royalty. “Now I’m Nightwing. But you can just call me Dick.”

She stares at his hand for a second before slipping her tiny fingers into his, absolutely starstruck. “You have pretty eyes,” she blurts out, and you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

Clark looks like he’s silently praying for strength.

Dick just beams, unbothered. “Why, thank you, Princess Leia.” He swoops her up into his arms like he’s been her big brother his whole life, spinning her once so she squeals with delight. “You’re even cooler than your dad said.”

Jason mutters, “Figures you’d get adopted as the favorite in five seconds. But wow, Boy Scout’s kid is tiny.”

Leia narrows her eyes at him. “I’m five!” she declares, sticking out her chin and holding out her palm to show off just how old she is.

Jason grins. “Big talk for someone in pigtails.”

Leia, still in Dick’s arms, scowls at Jason and points. “You’re big and grumpy.”

Jason chokes. “Excuse me?!”

“Leia,” Clark warns gently, but she just tilts her head innocently. “He looks like he doesn’t like hugs.”

Dick laughs so hard he almost drops her.

Jason sputters. “I like hugs! Sometimes.”

Then Tim steps forward, adjusting his hoodie and offering a small smile. “Hey, Leia. I’m Tim.”

“Hi!” she chirps, then immediately leans toward him, whispering (loudly), “Are you sleepy? You look tired.”

You clap a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh as Tim gives a resigned little sigh. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

Finally, Damian steps out from behind Tim, arms crossed, expression as sharp as ever. His green eyes flick over Leia, assessing her like she’s an opponent on a chessboard. “Tt. This is the child Father spoke of?”

Leia stares at him for a long second, then grins. “You’re small like me!”

Damian stiffens, looking offended. “I am not small. I’m seven.”

“Yes, you are,” she insists cheerfully. “But that’s okay! We can be small together.”

And before anyone can stop her, she wiggles out of Dick’s arms and grabs Damian’s hand, beaming at him like they’ve been friends forever. “What’s your name?”

“…Damian,” he mutters, cheeks slightly pink as he avoids everyone’s eyes.

“Wanna play swords? Do you have sticks?”

Damian blinks, clearly torn between disdain and… curiosity. “Do you even know how to fight with a blade?”

Leia’s eyes sparkle. “Daddy teaches me!”

From your side, Clark pinches the bridge of his nose. “I taught you how to hold a stick without hitting yourself, peanut,” he calls.

“That’s training!” Leia insists, grabbing Damian’s hand and dragging him with her further into the batcave.

Clark runs a hand over his face, half-amused, half-nervous. “Should we… stop her?”

“Nope,” Dick says immediately, smiling like his heart is melting. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened here.” He leans over to you, lowering his voice so only you can hear. “If you ever need a babysitter, call me. Seriously. She’s awesome.”

You smile, watching Leia chatter happily at Damian while Tim humors her and Jason grumbles about “grumpy and small” under his breath. Clark catches your eye, and the two of you share the same thought: Leia just gained four new friends.

Damian sits on the floor of the Batcave, arms crossed so tightly it’s a wonder they don’t fuse together. Across from him, Leia stares at him expectantly, her tiny legs crisscrossed as she clutches a small stuffed bat Tim found for her. “Now you have to play tea party with me,” she declares in her sing-song voice.

Damian’s brow furrows. “Tt. I do not participate in such juvenile nonsense.”

Leia tilts her head, eyes wide and innocent. “But I’m the princess and you’re my dragon.”

That earns a full-on smirk from Jason, who leans against the Batmobile, arms crossed. “Dragon Boy. I like that. We should get you a little fire-breathing patch for your uniform.”

“Quiet, Todd,” Damian snaps, his ears tinged pink.

Leia scoots closer, thrusting the stuffed bat at him. “Here, you can watch Bat-Bat. He’s my assistant.”

Clark stands nearby, arms crossed in that way, eyes locked on Damian like he’s a security threat rather than a seven-year-old. His expression says One wrong move, kid. You put a calming hand on Clark’s arm before he can start pacing holes in the cave floor.

Dick plops down next to Leia with a grin, ruffling her hair. “Tea party, huh? Fancy. Need a big brother to pour the tea?”

Leia’s face lights up. “Yes! You can be the knight! You have to protect me from the dragon!”

“Perfect,” Dick says, giving Damian a cheeky grin. “Sorry, little D, looks like you’re the bad guy.”

Damian scowls so hard it could curdle milk, but Leia is already giggling, setting out tiny invisible cups. Eventually, with the weight of Clark’s death glare on him, Damian sits stiffly, holding Bat-Bat like it’s a live grenade.

Jason chuckles from his spot. “Wow. Look at this. The son of Batman playing tea party. Kinda cute, actually. Hey,” he smirks, looking at Clark, “maybe these two will end up together one day. You know, childhood sweethearts—”

The smile vanishes from Clark’s face so fast it’s like someone shuts off the sun. His jaw clenches, his shoulders square, and for one terrifying second, you swear the air around him heats up.

“Excuse me?” he says, voice dangerously calm.

Jason’s grin widens like a wolf. “What? I’m just saying—”

Before Jason can finish, Clark is half a second away from scooping Leia into his arms and flying all three of you straight back to Metropolis. You slap a hand against his chest, stepping in fast. “Clark. Clark. He’s joking.”

“Was he?” Clark asks, not looking at you, his eyes still fixed on Jason with enough intensity to melt steel.

Jason just laughs harder. “Relax, Boy Scout. I’m kidding.”

“Hilarious,” Clark says flatly, not even pretending to mean it.

Meanwhile, Dick has Leia perched on his lap now, happily braiding one of her pigtails while she chatters away. “You know what?” Dick says brightly. “When you’re older, I’m gonna give you a superhero name. Just like your dad gave me mine.”

Leia gasps. “Really?!”

“Really,” Dick says, winking. “Nightwing got his name from Superman, so it’s only fair I pass the tradition down.”

“Absolutely not,” Clark interjects immediately, stepping forward like Dick just suggested teaching Leia how to juggle knives.

“She doesn’t have powers, Dick,” you add gently, trying to smooth it over. Well, except that one time when she was a year old when she kept floating everywhere.

Dick just grins. “Doesn’t matter. Everyone needs a cool name.”

“Then she can have a normal nickname,” Clark grumbles, but before you can steer the conversation back, Bruce finally decides to chime in.

“Well,” he says in that infuriatingly calm tone of his, “if you’re worried about her not having powers, there’s always another option for her.”

You have a bad feeling. Clark’s eyes narrow. “What option?”

Bruce lets a ghost of a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth. “She’d make a fine Robin.”

The cave goes dead silent.

Clark blinks once. Twice. Then—

“NO.”

His voice booms through the cave so loud even Damian flinches. Leia, completely oblivious, just giggles and claps her hands. “I can have a cape?!”

“Absolutely not,” Clark repeats, practically vibrating with fury. “She is not—ever—becoming a Robin.”

Jason cackles. Tim buries his face in his hands to hide a smile. Dick looks like Christmas came early.

“She’d be the cutest Robin,” Dick says wistfully, ignoring Clark’s murderous glare. “I can see it now—bright colors, little domino mask—”

“DICK.”

“Relax, Boy Scout,” Jason drawls. “You act like we’d throw her on patrol tomorrow. We’d wait until she’s, I dunno, ten.”

Clark actually makes a sound like a growl. You have to step in again, pressing both hands to his chest before he completely loses it. “Clark. Deep breath. They’re joking.”

Bruce, entirely unbothered, turns back to the Batcomputer. “She’s a natural leader. I can tell.”

Clark mutters something about kidnapping his child under his nose as you gently steer him away from the zeta tube. Behind you, Leia is waving happily, perched on Dick’s shoulders like a tiny queen, Damian trailing behind with Bat-Bat still clutched in his hand.

“Bye, Dragon!” she calls.

Damian scowls, but his ears are red.

You exhale, glancing at Clark’s thunderous face and hiding your smile. You have a feeling this is just the beginning.

After coaxing Clark out of the zeta tube (with lots of kisses), you manage to wrangle and calm him down in one of the guest rooms of the manor. Wayne Manor is quiet, mostly because Clark has been muttering under his breath the entire time like a man plotting a coup.

“She’s five,” he says for the twentieth time, pacing across the guest room as soon as you close the door. “Five years old, and they’re already—already—talking about capes! And superhero names! And—”

“Child weddings?” you add dryly, plopping down on the armchair with a sigh.

Clark whirls on you, eyes wide. “It’s not funny. Jason said—”

“He was joking,” you remind him patiently. “Like everyone else.”

Clark throws his hands in the air. “Was he?! I’ve seen the way Bruce operates! He’s probably already designing a little utility belt for her!”

Before you can respond, there’s a polite knock at the door and Alfred strolls in, carrying a silver tray with tea and biscuits like this is just another Tuesday.

“Master Kent,” Alfred greets with a small nod, his voice calm and elegant as always. “You appear… distressed.”

Clark points at him, like Alfred is the culprit. “Distressed? They’re trying to make my daughter a Robin, Alfred!”

“Are they now?” Alfred says mildly, setting the tray down with perfect composure. “Well, I should think she’d make a marvelous one. Fearless little thing.”

Clark gapes. “Not you too!”

You snort into your hand, and Alfred sends you the tiniest conspiratorial smile. I love Alfred, you think for the hundredth time.

“Master Kent,” Alfred continues, pouring tea with a grace that should be illegal, “might I remind you that the decision, ultimately, would be yours and your wife’s? Not that I imagine Miss Leia would be inclined to listen.”

Clark sinks into the couch with a groan, rubbing his face. “She’s supposed to be reading picture books and watching cartoons, not—not battling crime with katanas and grappling hooks.”

“Ah,” Alfred muses, “you’d prefer she stay entirely out of danger… as the child of Superman.”

Clark freezes mid-groan. “That’s different,” he mumbles weakly.

Alfred arches a brow, amused. “Of course.”

You bite back a laugh and sip your tea. “Alfred, don’t encourage him.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Alfred says with a straight face, which somehow makes you laugh harder.

Before Clark can argue, the door bursts open and in bounds Dick—bright, beaming, and holding something behind his back. Leia trots in behind him, her little sneakers squeaking against the floor.

“Guess what?” Dick grins. “I brought her a present!”

You immediately narrow your eyes. “Grayson. What did you do?”

With a flourish, Dick reveals… a tiny red cape with a black ‘R’ stitched onto the back. “Ta-da! For our future Robin!”

Leia gasps so loudly she might faint. “It’s so PRETTY!” She runs forward, hugging it like a teddy bear. “Thank you, Uncle Dick!”

Clark’s jaw drops. His face goes red. “You—WHAT—”

“Relax, it’s just for fun,” Dick says quickly, but Clark is already standing, fists clenched like he’s about to deliver a lecture that will crack mountains.

“Absolutely NOT,” Clark booms. “Leia, baby, you are not putting that on!”

“But Daddy—”

“No buts!” Clark snaps, pointing at the cape like it’s a nuclear weapon. “Take that thing back to—Batcave Island or wherever you—”

“Cave,” Damian mutters from the doorway, where he’s appeared with all the stealth of a ninja. You softly laugh when you see that he is still holding Bat-Bat.

Clark whirls on him. “And YOU—Don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning, young man!”

Damian blinks, utterly baffled. “Planning? I am not planning anything.”

Jason strolls in behind him, grinning like a wolf. “Wow, Boy Scout, you’re sweating. Everything okay?”

“Jason,” Clark grits out, “do not start.”

“Wasn’t gonna,” Jason says innocently. Then he smirks at Leia. “Nice cape, kid. You look like a natural.”

Clark inhales so sharply you swear the curtains flutter.

Alfred, entirely unfazed by the chaos, hands you another biscuit and says softly, “I do hope you’ll allow me to officiate the wedding when she and Master Damian elope in fifteen years.”

You choke on your tea.

Clark freezes. Slowly turns toward Alfred, horror dawning on his face.

“Alfred,” he says in a low, dangerous voice.

“Merely a thought,” Alfred says blandly, sipping his tea with a shrug.

“THAT’S IT,” Clark explodes, scooping Leia into his arms (cape and all) like he’s about to fly her out of the manor that very second. “We’re leaving! NOW.”

“Daddy!” Leia squeals, giggling as he marches toward the door. “I wanna show Mommy my cape!”

“You’ll never see that cape again,” Clark mutters darkly.

Behind you, Jason is doubled over laughing, Dick is calling, “Love you, Princess Leia! Uncle Dick will always be your number one fan!” and Damian is muttering about Leia “succeeding” him as the new Robin under his breath.

Alfred just pats your arm and says dryly, “Do come back soon, my dear. You make tea time bearable.”

You sigh, chasing after your overprotective husband while hiding a grin. Somehow, you have a feeling this is far from over.

By the time you get home from Wayne Manor, Clark is still sulking. You can tell because he’s been pacing in the living room for fifteen straight minutes, arms crossed, jaw tight, muttering words like “sidekick” and “bat cult” under his breath.

Meanwhile, Leia is happily spinning in the middle of the room with the Robin cape still fluttering behind her. Every time Clark looks at it, you swear another gray hair sprouts.

“Leia,” Clark finally says in his Dad Voice—the one he uses when he’s trying to sound calm but really wants to throw the moon out of its orbit. “Sweetheart. Why don’t we… take off the cape for now?”

“But Daddy, I’m a hero!” Leia beams, striking a pose so dramatic even Damian would be impressed. “Dick said so!”

Clark winces like she just stabbed him in the heart with a kryptonite dagger. “Of course he did,” he mutters darkly.

You bite your lip to hide your smile as Leia keeps spinning. “Look, Mommy! I can fly!” She jumps off the couch, cape fluttering behind her, and lands in a heap of giggles.

Clark’s whole body tenses like he’s calculating fifty different safety hazards at once. He swoops her up immediately, clutching her to his chest like she almost dove off a skyscraper. “No more jumping off furniture, peanut. Daddy’s gonna have a heart attack.”

Leia just giggles and plants a big kiss on his cheek. “You can’t have a heart attack, Daddy. You’re Superman.”

Clark melts. Completely. His arms tighten, and he presses his face into her hair with a low groan. “Oh, sweetheart…”

You lean against the doorway, arms crossed, watching him crumble like a man who’s lost every battle but still somehow thinks he can win the war.

That night, after Leia’s tucked into bed (cape reluctantly folded at the foot of her bed because Clark couldn’t bring himself to take it away entirely, what a softie), you walk into the living room and stop dead in your tracks.

Clark is sitting at the dining table. With a sewing kit. And a very familiar shape of fabric in his lap.

“Clark,” you say slowly, trying not to laugh. “What… are you doing?”

He freezes like a kid caught sneaking cookies, then clears his throat. “Nothing.”

“Uh-huh.” You walk closer. “Is that… a cape?”

His ears turn pink. “It’s—different. It’s not a Robin cape.”

You grin so wide your cheeks hurt. “Clark Kent, are you making our daughter her own superhero cape?”

He sighs, defeated, and holds it up. It’s bright red with a golden ‘S’ stitched in the center, the symbol of hope, perfectly sized for Leia. “I just… if she’s gonna wear one, it should be ours.” His voice softens. “Not theirs.”

Your heart melts right then and there. “Oh, Clark…”

He looks up at you, sheepish. “I can’t stop her from wanting to be like me. But if she’s gonna pretend to be a hero…” He smiles faintly. “She’s gonna be Super Leia. Not Robin.”

The next morning, Leia comes running into the kitchen wearing the cape. The new cape. It drapes behind her like sunlight, and the ‘S’ shines proudly.

“Daddy made me a cape!” she shouts, beaming. “Now I’m a SUPERHERO like Daddy!”

Clark scoops her up, spins her around, and kisses her cheek like she just saved the world. “That’s right, peanut. You’re my hero.”

Leia throws her arms around his neck and whispers, “You’re my hero, Daddy.”

And in that moment, Clark Kent—Superman, Man of Steel, last son of Krypton—melts into nothing but Leia’s daddy.

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orobaxis · 2 days ago

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The jack castello fic is amazing!! I hope you write for him more because he's soooo handsome and there isn't much for him : , ((((

aaahhh thank you so much op! i was thinking about him last week and couldn't get him out of my head! im so happy you liked it.

if you have any requests for jack castello, please let me know. i also need to add him to the masterlist somehow lol.

read to your rescue (jack castello x reader)

#jack castello imagine #jack castello #jack castello x reader #david corenswet #hollywood netflix #netflix hollywood #jack castello x you #jack castello x y/n #answered asks #queued post

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Thank you for including my fic in this OP!! 🫶🫶❤️❤️

Clark Kent | Superman (2025) (Fic Recs)

Key: A - Angst | F - Fluff | S - Smut | C - Comfort | HC - Hurt/Comfort

One Shots:

> But He Doesn’t Like Me, Does He? by @sillyswriting

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, F + S Word Count: 12.7k Description: There was one thing you knew for sure, absolutely certain: Clark Kent didn’t like you. Not in an angry or rude way, he was still polite, still himself. But you could feel it. His body language and attitude gave everything away. Your coworkers kept insisting you were wrong, but then why did he keep avoiding you?

> Giving In by @luveline

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, F Word Count: 3k Description: Clark is so completely oblivious to your flirting that you start to wonder if he even understands what flirting is.

> Going Nowhere by @frivolousimagination

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, A + HC Word Count: 4.5k Description: Clark misses out on your relationship because of his Superman duties. It puts a rift between you.

> Yes, ma’am by @night-scare

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, S Word Count: 12.1k Description: Clark likes his editor, even if she's a little mean to him.

> The Love List by @stevebabey

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, F Word Count: 10k Description: You’ve been in love before, okay? And it’s… alright, you guess. You’re sensitive. And you miss jokes, and you’re stuck wondering if it’s you who’s just not getting it. Love. Enter Clark Kent — mutual friend, recently turned boyfriend, sweetheart, and small-town farm boy. Also, the man who’s making you question everything you know about love. Which isn’t a lot.

> The Tantrum and the Chilling Chats, I Promise by @supershit-hits

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, A + F + S + HC Word Count: 5.7k Description: Clark takes a picture of you, and it leads you to spiral. The last thing you want is for him to see you crashing out, but he’s determined to be by your side no matter what.

> Mysteries of Our Disguise Revolve by @supershit-hits

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, A + F + S + HC Word Count: 22.4k Description: You’re just the new intern at the Daily Planet—anxious, invisible in your books, and falling for the man who, disguised, saves the world between coffee breaks. He could catch the sky if it fell. But for some reason, he keeps choosing to catch you.

> I Never Was a Good Samaritan by @supershit-hits

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, A + F Word Count: 13k Description: A stupid bet between two coworkers with allegedly opposite morals. If all’s fair in love, war, and corporate life, then who’s willing to be kinder for a month?

> The Subway by @loganficsonly

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, A + HC Word Count: 4.1k Description: Right person, wrong time

> Rebel Yell by @sai-int

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, S + C Word Count: 15.3k Description: Late nights, flirty bullshit, and a tension sweeter than Lois’ coffee. Still, you’re both too stubborn to call what it is. When the Red Kryptonite tears through that rhythm, it flips him inside out. Now he’s at your door—less Clark, more danger, more electric. He's different, but God, you want him more.

> The Version of You I'll Never Know by @zziggerang

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, A + HC + F Word Count: 7.2k Description: You knew Clark had a past. Everyone does. But sometimes, in the quiet of your shared bed, the ghost of a woman you’ve never met lingers in your thoughts, Lois. You’re not jealous of her now. You’re jealous of the version of Clark she got to love before you. The one unscarred by loss. As your quiet insecurities rise to the surface, Clark holds you through your fears… while quietly wrestling with his own.

> Sleepless Nights by @pome-seed

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, F + C Word Count: 1.4k Description: Some nights, when everything's still, you get a visit from the Man of Steel.

> Clark's Super-Secret by @celestiababie

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, F + C Word Count: 3.6k Description: In which Clark Kent has to face the truth if he wants to get a good night's sleep.

> Bury the Lede by @levanswrites

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, A + C Word Count: 5.7k Description: Clark Kent runs on compassion, the way most reporters run on espresso. He is, by all observable metrics, the most principled man you know. So when your hard-won article gets pulled without explanation, the softest man in Metropolis is suddenly ready to raise quiet, righteous hell. because when something’s wrong, he never lets it slide—especially when it comes to you.

> Perceptive by @gemmawritess

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, F Word Count: 1.5k Description: Clark Kent finds a way to brighten up your quiet days at the daily planet — even if its through something small

> The Clark Kent Problem by @appocalipse

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, F + C Word Count: 2.6k Description: Your washing machine breaks, and Clark Kent—perfect, helpful, devastatingly kind Clark Kent—immediately offers his. The same Clark you've been pathetically avoiding because being around him hurts too much when you're this gone for him. But it's late, it's raining, and he's being so characteristically sweet about it that you can't say no. What could go wrong?

> I Got It by @lomlsatoru

Tags: One Shot, 2nd POV, F + A + HC Word Count: 2.3k Description: You tell Clark, “I got it,” so many times, and he is sick of it.

> The Chaos of Stars by @orobaxis

Tags: One Shot, Dad!Clark Kent x Mom!Reader, 2nd POV, A + HC Word Count: 1.8k Description: The rift in the multiverse showed you that in almost every universe, Clark ended up with Lois. Were you and Leia just flukes? What if in this universe, Clark only settled for you?

Series:

> The Helpless Optimism of Spring by @letsdeerintheheadlightsuniverse

Tags: Series, EDS, POTS and Fibromyalgia, 2nd POV, A + HC Chapter Count: 5 Description: Loving you was second nature to Clark Kent, as easy as breathing. For you, life took a little more effort. So, when your freely-given heart starts to break under the weight of unimaginable sadness, Clark begins to wonder if he's 'super' enough to save you?

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david corenswet x filipino!wife!reader where your cousin wishes your husband, david corenswet, a happy birthday on instagram by posting a video of him doing karaoke

tagging @ahoessecrettxx as requested!

the instagram post

📹 Video: David Corenswet in a simple white t-shirt, holding a mic, absolutely belting the chorus of a classic Filipino karaoke favorite (“Sino Nga Ba Siya”). He’s laughing between lines, clearly having the time of his life as the cousins cheer and sing backup. Teasing can be overheard where he’s mispronouncing some words. There’s a long table behind him covered with pancit, lechon, lumpia, and spaghetti. There’s also San Miguel beer bottles on the table, as well as Smirnoffs, with chips and sisig for pulutan. The atmosphere is warm, festive, and very Filipino-family-party-coded.

[cousin_username]

🎉 Happiest birthday to our fave Superman IRL, Kuya David! Thanks for joining the chaos last night, and for proving you’re officially part of the family. Karaoke king 👑🎤

#HappyBirthdayKuyaDavid #CousinsTogetherAgain #Karaoke

📍Siquijor, Philippines

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He tried to do the buwan challenge “sa ilalim ng puting ilaw”. He’s a good singer, only lost to his wife 😜

davidcorenswet

i always lose when they start putting power ballads in there. thanks @[cousin_username]. see you next time!

superfanclark

KUYA DAVID???? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN 😭😭😭

rachelsbrows

Not him casually being at a Filipino family party with karaoke and lumpia 😭 he’s so unserious I love him

loislaneupdates

HE KNOWS THE LYRICS??? AND THE PRONUNCIATION??? oh he’s BEEN practicing omg

dailycorenswet

Does this mean he’s with his WIFE’S family 👀👀👀

filipinofandom

Pulutan on the table… karaoke in the background… this is PEAK Filipino culture and I love every second of it

supersourcehq

Finding out David Corenswet does karaoke at family parties >>> anything else today

clarkkentstan

HELLO??? WHO IS RECORDING THIS. SHOW YOURSELF. I NEED TO KNOW WHO GOT TO SEE THIS LIVE

clarkkentlover22

“Kuya David” NO STOP THAT’S SO CUTE I’M GONNA CRY

rachelbrosnahan ✅

I can confirm the man does not hold back at karaoke. Ever.

#david corenswet #queued post

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orobaxis · 2 days ago

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What’s the chronological order of the Kent Family Adventures stories you’ve already posted? I want to try and read them as chapters if a single story.

hi there OP! thank you for your question. unfortunately there's no true chronological order of the Kent Family Adventures - it feels like a timeless sitcom style writing where Leia is almost always just a 6-month-old baby! There are a few exceptions though.

The masterlist for Kent Family Adventures here!

Newborn Leia to ~Three months old

baby’s first shots 💉 - Leia is < 6 months old

As we are, we two, we three/ As I alone can never be - Newborn Leia!

Thank you for loving us like this - Also newborn

What Clark Kent should expect when you’re expecting - Pregnancy + Leia being a few months old

Do NOT accidentally cook our baby! - Newborn Leia/few weeks old

One-year old Leia

One Year Later

Two-year old Leia

No, you CANNOT drink the laundry detergent

Five-year old Leia

The cotton candy disaster

I know this wasn't the answer you wanted, but I hope it helps when you read the series. Thank you so much!

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Clark chokes on his toothbrush every morning (and other stereotypical dad things he does)

Summary: Ever since Clark became a dad, he’s become a walking dad stereotype.

Dad!Clark Kent x Female!Reader

more kent family adventures here!

You had always known Clark Kent was a little bit of a dork. It came with the package: broad shoulders, farm-boy charm, secret identity as Superman—and the endearing habit of telling jokes so corny they could fuel an entire popcorn stand.

But ever since Clark Joseph Kent became a father, it was like some ancient switch had been flipped inside of him. Fatherhood had only unlocked a whole new level of… ridiculousness.

The sneezes were the first sign. Before Leia was born, Clark’s sneezes were normal—quiet, almost too polite. Now? They were seismic. The first time, Leia was two weeks old and had just drifted off to sleep in your arms. Clark was in the kitchen, and suddenly—

“AAAAHHHHH-CHOOOOOO!”

Leia startled so hard she bonked her little fist on her forehead. She jerked awake with a wail, and you had half a mind to throw a pillow at him. Clark came stumbling in, guilty puppy-dog eyes wide behind his glasses.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he whispered, though his whisper was still somehow loud enough to echo through the living room. “I couldn’t help it.”

Now that Leia was a bit older, Clark’s whole-house-rattling, jump-out-of-your-skin blasts made Leia startle and then burst into laughter every single time. You swore once the glass of water on the nightstand shook when he sneezed.

Clark would only grin sheepishly and mutter, “Guess I’ve been holding them in my whole life,” before reaching for Leia to make her giggle again.

Then came the morning routine.

Every morning, like clockwork, Clark would shuffle to the bathroom half-asleep, humming off-key, only for the soundtrack to be interrupted by a dramatic gag or a fit of coughing as he choked on the toothbrush. Every time he would load up his toothbrush, it was guaranteed that within thirty seconds there would be gagging, coughing, a choke loud enough to rattle the walls. Sometimes he even had to spit the toothbrush into the sink to recover.

Now every morning you woke to a symphony of your husband choking. It never failed: gagging, coughing, spluttering like he’d just been caught in a hurricane—followed by a very muffled, “I’m fine!” through a mouthful of foam.

One morning you were feeding Leia in bed when he launched into one of his operatic coughing fits. Leia popped off to look at you with wide baby eyes, as if asking, is Dada dying?

“He’s fine,” you told her, rolling your eyes. “That’s just your dad brushing his teeth.”

“Too much toothpaste,” he croaked from the bathroom.

When Leia turned six months, she started giggling about it, mimicking his exaggerated hurk-hurk-hurk sounds with her own baby gargles.

And then there was the laugh. Oh, the laugh. Some strange, chesty “huhhh-HUH-huhhh” that he swore he did not do until you pulled out your phone and caught it on video. He had the nerve to look betrayed when you showed him.

“Babe, that’s not what I sound like.”

“Clark. That is exactly what you sound like.”

You were watching a sitcom rerun one evening when Clark let out this… sound.

It wasn’t his usual laugh — warm, quiet, a little bashful. No, this was deeper. Louder. The kind of laugh that carried through the walls.

You turned slowly, eyeing him like he’d grown another head. “What was that?”

Clark wiped his eyes, still chuckling. “What? I was just laughing.”

“No, you were Dad Laughing.”

Leia, sitting on his lap, giggled too.

Nowadays, he’d crack some pun about diapers or baby food, and then double over, slapping his knee while you and Leia just stared at him. Leia had recently started mimicking the sound, which only encouraged him further.

Then the truck.

One sunny Saturday, Clark had loaded some furniture into the back of the truck to bring over to Ma’s house. He tied it down with rope, and gave the knots a once-over.

And then he did it.

The slap. The universal dad seal of approval.

“That’s not going anywhere,” he declared proudly.

You stared. “Oh my god. You really did it.”

“What?” he asked, all innocent.

“You slapped the truck!”

He grinned. “Well… it’s not going anywhere.”

“Clark Joseph Kent,” you gasped, laughing so hard you nearly cried. “Did you just—did you really—?”

He looked at you, confused. “What? It’s just what you say!”

“Oh my God,” you wheezed. “You’ve become a dad dad. Like, textbook.”

Clark squinted at you, but you could see the blush creeping up his ears. “Well… I am a dad,” he said defensively, scooping Leia into his arms. She gurgled and grabbed his glasses with her chubby hands, as if in agreement.

“That doesn’t mean you have to do the clichés!” you teased. “What’s next? Wearing socks with sandals? Asking every waiter what the damage is after we eat, before telling us that we should go ‘rock and roll’?”

Clark grinned, the kind of grin that made your heart flip even as you were laughing at him. “I make no promises.”

You stepped closer, brushing his arm. “Just promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“That you’ll never—and I mean never—say ‘looks like we’re making good time’ while driving.”

Clark laughed—full dad laugh, of course. “Can’t promise that either.”

But it didn’t stop there. He had acquired the habit of pointing out landmarks or random trivia on drives, even when Leia was too young to understand. He made exaggerated “old man noises” whenever he bent down to pick up a toy, grunting dramatically before straightening up with a sigh.

And don’t even get started on the rain. Every time it started to drizzle, without fail, he’d sigh like a farmer surveying his fields and declare, “We really needed that.” You could be standing in line at the grocery store, both of you soaked to the bone, and he’d still say it with that satisfied little nod.

The final nail in the coffin was movie night.

You and Clark had made it through maybe twenty minutes of a film before you realized he’d gone completely silent beside you. You turned your head, and there he was — arms crossed, chin dipped, glasses sliding precariously down his nose.

“Clark,” you said.

Nothing.

“Clark.”

His eyes cracked open, hazy and defensive. “I wasn’t sleeping. Just resting my eyes.”

You burst out laughing so hard that you woke Leia from her sleep.

When you teased him about it later, Clark wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you against his chest. “You think I’m predictable,” he murmured, smirking. “But you love it.”

Certified Dad.

And no, he wasn’t going anywhere.

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david corenswet, the honorary pinoy king (and lumpia extraordinaire)

During the Superman promo, David, Rachel, and James travel to the Philippines. They do a segment where they make as many lumpia in a minute. They are shocked when David is not only good at it, but is surprisingly a pro at lumpia making.

David Corenswet x Filipina!Reader

in another life, david would not have sucked at this

The Manila heat is nothing compared to the warmth inside the studio, where lights beam down on the makeshift kitchen counter set up for today’s segment. Cameras are already rolling, and fans are watching from behind the barricades, screaming as soon as the cast of Superman enters the frame.

David Corenswet, towering in a simple navy shirt, waves politely with that charming smile that makes the whole room lose its mind. Beside him, Rachel Brosnahan radiates her usual elegance, chatting excitedly with the host. James Gunn lingers at the back, looking amused like a proud dad watching his kids.

“Alright, guys!” the host says, gesturing to a bubbly Filipina influencer wearing a crown that reads Lumpia Queen. “Today, you’re gonna learn how to make lumpia—our Filipino spring rolls! And we’re gonna have a little competition.”

Lumpia Queen grins. “Whoever folds the most lumpia in one minute wins bragging rights as the true superhero of the kitchen!”

Rachel laughs. “Oh no, I’m already nervous. I can barely fold laundry.”

David chuckles, running a hand through his hair as he studies the ingredients. He looks calm—maybe too calm.

“You’ve never done this before, right?” Rachel asks him.

David gives a small shrug, almost shy. “Uh… we’ll see how it goes.”

James points at him, teasing. “Don’t let him fool you. This guy’s competitive as hell.”

The timer is set. Lumpia wrappers, bowls of meat filling, and water bowls line the table. The influencer gives a quick demo: place the filling, fold the sides, roll tightly, seal with water. Simple enough… if you’ve done it before.

“Ready?” the host calls out. “Three… two… one—GO!”

Chaos erupts. Rachel struggles immediately, laughing as her first wrapper rips in half. “This is impossible!” she groans, while James looks like he’s handling a delicate science experiment.

But David—David is focused. His big hands move fast but precise, fingers tucking and rolling with ease. One lumpia done. Two. Three. His movements are smooth, confident, almost rhythmic, like he’s done this a hundred times before.

The Lumpia Queen notices first. “Wait—what?!” she exclaims. “You’re so good at this!”

David just smiles, dimples flashing as he keeps rolling. “Beginner’s luck,” he says casually.

The timer ticks down. Rachel is on her second lumpia, laughing uncontrollably, while James holds up a sad, misshapen roll. “This looks like a burrito,” he groans.

Meanwhile, David—calm, collected, and competitive—hits eight lumpia by the time the buzzer sounds.

“STOP!” the host yells, and everyone freezes.

The table looks like a battlefield. Rachel’s wrappers look like wadded paper, James has two questionable creations… and then there’s David, whose plate is lined with perfect rolls, neat and tight like they came out of a restaurant kitchen.

The room erupts. Fans behind the cameras scream. The influencer gapes. “David! What was THAT?!”

David chuckles, holding his hands up like he’s been caught. “What can I say? Guess I’ve got a hidden talent.”

“No, seriously,” Rachel says, laughing as she compares her sad lumpia to his. “You were so fast! That wasn’t beginner’s luck.”

James narrows his eyes. “You’ve done this before.”

David hesitates for a beat—then grins, sheepish but proud. “Okay, fine. I had an advantage.”

David glances at the camera, then back at them. “My wife is Filipina,” he says simply, and the entire room goes silent for half a second—before it explodes.

The host looks stunned. “Wait—Superman is married to a Filipina?!”

David just laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… she taught me how to make lumpia when we were dating. Let’s just say I’ve had a lot of practice. She’s amazing. She actually makes better lumpia than me, obviously.” He held up one of his rolls and smirked. “But… I think I did okay.””

Fans in the background are losing it, chanting “WHO’S THE WIFE?!” while Twitter is probably melting down at this very moment.

The Lumpia Queen beams. “Well, please tell Mrs. Superman that she raised you right—these are perfect!”

David smiles, dimples deep and eyes soft, like he’s thinking about you. “I’ll tell her,” he says, voice warm.

And just like that, the segment ends with David crowned the official Lumpia King, the internet spiraling over the secret wife reveal, and Rachel still muttering, “I can’t believe you kept that quiet for this long.”

The next morning, the cast found themselves sitting on a sleek couch in a brightly lit studio for one of the biggest morning shows in the Philippines. The audience was buzzing with excitement, and the hosts were equally thrilled to have Superman himself live in the flesh.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the host beamed into the camera, “please welcome David Corenswet, Rachel Brosnahan, and director James Gunn!”

Applause erupted as the three waved. David looked effortlessly relaxed in a light blue button-up, sleeves rolled up just so, that familiar soft smile on his face.

After a few questions about the movie and their characters, the host leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “David, you seem very comfortable here in the Philippines. Have you ever been here before this trip?”

David chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, actually. Not for work, though. A while back. And, uh… let’s just say I underestimated the sun. Got a nasty sunburn that time.”

The crowd laughed.

Rachel turned to him, eyes wide. “Wait, you’ve been here before and didn’t tell us?!”

He shrugged, grinning. “Guess it didn’t come up.”

The host wasn’t done yet. “Okay, then you have to tell us… what’s your favorite Filipino food?”

David tilted his head, thinking. “Oh, that’s tough. There’s so many good ones. But, uh…” He paused, eyes narrowing like he was pulling the word from deep memory. “There’s… dinu—dinuguan. Yeah.”

The host’s eyebrows shot up, and the crowd erupted.

“Dinuguan?!” Rachel repeated slowly. “What is that?”

David gave a sheepish smile before launching into an explanation. “It’s like… a pork stew. Rich, savory, a little tangy. But the broth is… pig’s blood.”

James blinked. “Excuse me?”

The host laughed, delighted by their reactions. “Very authentic answer!”

“And there’s another one I love,” David continued, tapping his fingers as he tried to remember. “Uh… squid? I forget the word in Tagalog, but it starts with a P. Cooked in its own ink… uhm—”

“Pusit?” the host offered.

“Yes! That one!” David snapped his fingers, grinning. “Adobong pusit. Amazing. A little salty, savory, the ink gives it this… really deep flavor.”

Rachel’s jaw dropped. “You’re telling me your favorite dishes are pig’s blood stew and squid cooked in ink?!”

David laughed, clearly enjoying their shock. “What can I say? They’re delicious.”

The host grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re truly Filipino if those are your favorites.”

David chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve been told that. Honestly, I joke that I’m the token white guy at every Filipino party.”

The audience burst into laughter, and David leaned back, still grinning.

Rachel tilted her head. “Do you just… go to Filipino parties all the time?”

David smirked but didn’t elaborate much—though the glint in his eyes said enough.

The host, sensing a viral moment, leaned forward. “You even know some Tagalog, don’t you?”

David hesitated for a moment, like debating whether to admit it, then said softly, “Yeah, actually.”

The audience gasped, then cheered.

Rachel blinked again. “Wait, you do?”

“Of course,” David replied smoothly, then grinned at the host. “Learned from my wife. She still speaks it with her family.”

Another collective gasp from the audience, followed by thunderous applause and delighted squeals. David laughed at the reaction, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Wow,” the host said, fanning themselves dramatically. “You know, a lot of people online already call you an honorary Filipino. After this interview? That title is official.”

David smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes as he said, “That means a lot. I’ll take it. Proud to be one. I'll be everyone's Kuya. Or tito.”

And just like that, Twitter—and every Filipino social media platform—went into meltdown. Clips of David casually saying “dinuguan,” “adobong pusit,” and “Tito” shot to trending within the hour. Fans flooded the comments with heart emojis, jokes about adopting him, and memes calling him David Corenswet: Superman by day, Tito by night.

At home, you couldn’t stop laughing as you scrolled through the trending hashtags: #DavidCorenswetPH #TokenWhiteGuySaHandaan #SupermanKnowsDinuguan

Your phone buzzed with a text from him:

David: Guess I just became an honorary Filipino. You: Honorary?! After that interview, you’re definitely a full-fledged pinoy. Complete with the Filipino passport.

You sent a photo of the trending hashtags, and seconds later, his reply came:

David: Wait… TokenWhiteGuySaHandaan??? You: You did this to yourself, babe.

You could almost hear his laugh through the screen.

#queued post #david corenswet

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ik this is not an ask but i just wanted to tell u that u got me clutching my pearls anticipating the release of the chaos of stars bc im a chronically fluff content consumer HAHA (but a rare enjoyer of fluff angst time to time 👀) anyway the whole kent family are my precious beans only want the best for them 🫶🏻 p.s soz for the lengthy message im usually too shy to interact w/any of my fave writers & english isnt my first language so sorry if the message is clunky???

hi op tysm for this message!! and dont worry about your english it’s great!

i hope you liked the chaos of stars! it is deeply rooted in my insecurity and wanting to be my hyperfixation’s love interest, so i really enjoyed writing it, and i hope you enjoyed it too!! 🫶🫶🫶❤️❤️❤️

#clark kent #clark kent x reader #david corenswet #superman #superman 2025 #david corenswet clark kent #david corenswet superman #superman x reader #clark kent imagine #clark kent x you #answered asks

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Making Clark watch Twilight

Summary: You and Clark watch the Twilight saga. He is watching for the first time.

Dad!Clark Kent x Female!Reader

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a/n: based on this tiktok

It started as a harmless Friday night plan. Dinner, pajamas, Leia successfully put to bed, baby monitor on the table, a blanket big enough to wrap both you and Clark twice over, and the Twilight Saga queued up on the TV.

Clark had never seen them. You’d seen them all—twice in theaters and a few more times at sleepovers—but he’d always somehow missed the vampire-werewolf cultural phenomenon.

You pressed play, expecting mild curiosity at best.

You hadn’t actually expected Clark—your mild-mannered, Pulitzer-winning, occasionally-world-saving husband—to be invested.

Like, capital I invested.

By the halfway mark of Twilight, Clark was leaning forward on the couch, elbows on his knees.

“So… Edward can read minds, but not Bella’s? Why?” he asked, genuinely baffled.

“I dunno, you’ll have to keep watching,” you said with a smirk.

New Moon rolled around and you were not prepared for the way he gasped when Jacob first took his shirt off to help Bella after she scraped her head.

“Whoa,” Clark said. “That… that’s just unfair genetics.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re one to talk. So… Team Jacob, then?”

Clark hesitated, eyes narrowing like he was about to deliver a breaking news report. “Too early to tell. Edward’s mysterious. Jacob’s loyal. I need more data.”

By the end of Eclipse, he was yelling advice at the screen like a sports commentator.

“Edward! Come on, man, that’s the moment! You gotta use that moment!”

And when Jacob dramatically ran off into wolf form, Clark muttered, “I’d follow him. I’d join the pack. That guy needs a break.”

When Jacob kissed Bella without her permission, Clark actually pointed at the screen and muttered, “Nope. Absolutely not. Flag on the play.”

But Breaking Dawn Part 1? That’s where he truly ascended to a different level of investment.

He sat stone still during the wedding. He covered his mouth at the awkward honeymoon montage. When Bella’s health started to spiral, his shoulders tensed like he was watching a hostage negotiation. Every time Bella staggered onscreen looking thinner, Clark mumbled, “She needs help. Why is no one helping her? Carlisle? Hello??”

And then—then—came the birth scene. You had to put a hand on his arm when the sound of her spine cracking made him flinch. “It’s okay,” you whispered, fighting a laugh. “It’s just—”

“Shhh,” he hissed, eyes glued to the screen. “This is serious.”

Finally, Edward injects venom into Bella’s heart. The swelling score. Her still body on the table.

And then, finally, the last scene. Bella lying on the table, lifeless… the venom working through her veins… and her eyes snapping open, crimson red.

Clark exploded off the sofa like someone had just told him the Kansas City Chiefs won the Super Bowl. “LET’S GO!” he yelled, pumping his fist so hard the bowl of popcorn nearly launched off the coffee table. “YES! SHE MADE IT! SHE’S A VAMPIRE NOW!”

You burst into laughter.

“These movies are good!” he declared, pointing an emphatic finger at the screen like it had personally proved him right about something. “Like—actually good. Why didn’t you make me watch these sooner?”

You shook your head, smirking. “Because I wasn’t sure the world was ready for Superman to be a Twilight superfan.”

You shook your head, grinning. “So… Team Edward or Team Jacob?”

Clark didn’t even blink. “Team Bella. She’s terrifying now and I love it.”

Clark plopped back down beside you, still grinning, eyes sparkling like he’d just witnessed history. “Well, the world’s just gonna have to deal with it. Now hurry—part two. We’re finishing this tonight.”

You didn’t think Clark could get more invested than he had during the first four movies.

You were wrong.

From the moment Breaking Dawn Part 2 started, he was sitting on the edge of the couch like it was the opening kickoff of the Super Bowl. The second Bella opened her eyes as a newborn vampire, he was grinning like he’d been waiting all week for this.

“Look at her,” he whispered, elbow nudging you. “She’s thriving.”

Bella ran through the forest at vampire speed. Clark nodded approvingly, as if assessing a fellow athlete’s form. “Good stride, solid landing… yeah, she’d make a great Justice Gang recruit.”

Then Renesmee appeared on screen. Clark tilted his head, squinting. “That… that’s a baby. But that’s not… a real baby?” He looked at you like you’d personally greenlit the CGI. “Why does she look like she’s in the Uncanny Valley Olympics?”

You shushed him, but he was already muttering, “It’s fine. I’ll get used to it.”

Spoiler: he did not get used to it. Every Renesmee close-up earned a quiet, “Yikes.”

When Jacob revealed he’d imprinted on the baby, Clark almost dropped the popcorn. “I’m sorry—WHAT?!” His voice cracked, pointing at the screen and looking at you like you were responsible for the entire imprinting. “No, no, no, that’s… that’s a whole other conversation we’re not ready for!”

Halfway through, the Volturi showed up. That’s when Clark transformed from casual viewer to full tactical analyst. “Okay, cloaks for intimidation, nice touch. But formation’s sloppy. If this turns into a fight, the Cullens have the terrain advantage—”

You sipped your drink. “You know this is not your fight, right?”

“Edward takes the left flank, Bella shields the group, Jacob runs perimeter. No, wait—send the Amazon coven in first to break the line—“

You rolled your eyes. “It’s Twilight, Clark, not a military operation.”

“It is now,” he said, shoveling popcorn into his mouth.

And then… the battle scene.

The second Carlisle’s severed head was shown, Clark screamed.

“NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. ROLL IT BACK. HE DID NOTJUST—” He shot up from the couch, pacing, hands in his hair. “You don’t just kill Carlisle! He’s the glue! HE’S THE MORAL CENTER!”

The chaos only intensified. Jasper fell—Clark gasped so loud you were sure the neighbors heard. Seth went down—Clark yelled, “NOT THE PUPPY!” like it was a war crime. When Aro met his fate, Clark let out a victorious “YES!” so forceful the popcorn bowl actually tipped over.

And then… the twist. The reveal that it had all been Alice’s vision.

Clark froze. Slowly turned toward you. Blinked once. Twice. “Are you telling me… NONE of that happened?”

“Correct.”

He pointed at the screen, eyes wide, voice rising an octave. “I WENT THROUGH ALL OF THAT EMOTIONAL TRAUMA FOR NOTHING?!”

You were crying with laughter, but he was already back in, leaning forward as if determined to see how it really ended.

By the time the credits rolled, Clark was breathless, grinning, hair slightly mussed from all the dramatic pacing. “These movies,” he said, shaking his head, “are chaos. But like… the best chaos.”

You smirked. “So… would you watch them again?”

“Oh, definitely. We’re watching the whole thing again from the start next weekend. I need to take notes this time.”

You and Clark were sprawled on the couch the next morning, coffee mugs in hand, picking apart the finer points of Breaking Dawn Part 2.

“Okay,” Clark said, gesturing with his mug like a seasoned film critic, “I can suspend my disbelief for a lot. Vampires sparkling in the sun? Sure. Werewolves the size of trucks? Fine. But Jacob imprinting on a literal newborn? That’s where I draw the line. The imprinting thing is… weird. It’s not even a subplot, it’s just… there. And everyone acts like it’s normal.”

You snorted, scrolling aimlessly on your phone. “I know. The way they were like, ‘Don’t worry, it’s not creepy, it’s destiny!’ …Yeah, sure. Totally fine.”

Clark gestured wildly with his mug. “Exactly! And the parents just go with it! If someone told me they imprinted on my kid—” He broke off, shaking his head. “No. Absolutely not.”

And because you have a streak of pure chaos in your soul, you smirked and said, “Hey… what if someone imprints on our Leia?”

The change was instantaneous. You had never seen his face fall so fast.

His eyes went wide, his jaw clenched, and every protective-dad alarm in his brain clearly went off at once. “No. Nope. That’s not— That’s—” He stood up so fast the coffee sloshed in his mug. “Nobody’s imprinting on Leia. Nobody. I don’t care if it’s destiny, fate, divine intervention, or some weird supernatural bonding ceremony, it’s not happening.”

You grinned, playing it up. “I mean, it’s destiny, right? Some guy sees her as a baby, boom—”

“NO.” He set the mug down so hard it clinked against the table. “No destiny. No boom. No… no anything.”

You were already laughing, but he was pacing now, hands on his hips like he was planning a tactical defense. “Honey, she’s six months old. SIX. MONTHS. She drools on everything. She eats lint off the floor. If anyone—anyone—so much as hints at ‘imprinting’ on her, I will—”

He broke off, realizing just how far into hypothetical vampire-werewolf drama he’d gone, and took a long, steadying sip of coffee.

You raised an eyebrow. “You’ll what?”

Clark leaned forward, voice low, deadly serious. “I will launch them into the sun.”

You laughed so hard you almost spilled your coffee. “You can’t just launch people into the sun, Clark.”

“Yes, I can,” he said flatly, like he’d already worked out the flight plan. “And I will. No vampire-werewolf love-at-first-sight loopholes in this house. Ever.”

“Wow,” you teased, “so… Team Bella in Twilight, but Team Nobody for Leia?”

“Exactly.” He crossed his arms, still scowling. “Leia gets to grow up, have a normal childhood, meet people at a normal age. Not at birth. Not in preschool. Not at a grocery store when she’s in the produce aisle picking out apples and—” He stopped abruptly, eyes narrowing. “You know what? Maybe I will start background-checking every guy she meets.”

You rolled your eyes. “She’s six months old.”

“Exactly,” Clark said, pointing a finger like you’d just proved his point. “We start early.”

Leia, sitting happily in her little playpen nearby, chose that exact moment to squeal and smack her hands together.

Clark looked over at her, his face softening instantly. “Don’t worry, Bug,” he murmured. “Daddy’s got you. No weird werewolf destiny nonsense on my watch.”

You grinned. “Wow. I’ve never seen you this passionate about anything that wasn’t me or saving the world.”

Clark’s eyes flicked back to you. “You’re forgetting—protecting Leia is saving the world.”

And from the way he said it, you didn’t doubt for a second that if Jacob Black so much as looked in Leia’s direction, Clark Kent would be halfway to Forks in about three seconds flat.

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