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leatafandom · 2 months

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Ok, saw your summer prompts list, and while this isn't technically on the list, you could probably incorporate one or more into it.

So, I'm thinking Smallville is in the middle of an extended heatwave, and even though Clark isn't affected by the heat very much, he's very determined to find ways to help Lex cool down...and maybe that leads to a different kind of heat building up between them 😏

Oo yes, yes! The muse fell in love with this idea. I ended up picking Ice Cubes cause that's fun 😈 and semi-incorporated Lake Day because of the location, which I might come back to with a part two of this for skinny dipping. I hope you enjoy it!

Cooling Down

Rating: Explicit

Warnings and Tags: vacation, smut, anal fingering, Clark takes care of Lex, Clark runs hot, overheated Lex, temperature play, ice play, ice cubes, nipple play, oral sex, heatwave, college student Clark Kent, season 4 au canon divergent

Word Count: 3,552

Summary: Clark and Lex get away for the weekend during a record-breaking heatwave.

The heatwave was bad everywhere but in Metropolis it was breaking records every hour, and it had already been three days of heat. Without classes, Clark had been on the move constantly trying to put out fires and help where he could. However, when he returned to the penthouse he was sharing with Lex, after a particularly hot day, he could see how much the heat was affecting the CEO.

“Hey, do you own a cabin somewhere?” Clark asked, wrapping his arms around Lex from behind.

“Probably,” he responded, not looking up from the reports he was reviewing. Clark's arms held tighter to him, stopping his pacing about the living room but not managing to fully grab his attention. “Why?”

“Because it's cooler outside the city.”

“It's just as hot in Smallville, Clark,” Lex mumbled, making a mark on the report before flipping the page and leaning back on Clark's firm chest.

“Doesn't have to be Smallville,” Clark retorted, kissing the back of his head and holding him closer. “I was thinking somewhere with a lake or something…” His eyes drifted to Lex's pen as the businessman fidgeted with it as he crunched numbers, “and without work.” His pointer and index fingers purposely pulled on the corner of the folder before gently flicking his papers.

A sigh rolled through Lex, his head going back and finally looking away from his paperwork. “I've spent all of your vacation working, haven't I?” A regretful frown pulled at his lips as he lowered his paperwork.

Clark shrugged, hands interlacing on Lex's middle. “I've spent most of it running around Metropolis and the Midwest. I just thought it would be nice to get away for a bit,” he said, turning his head to kiss Lex's cheek. “Get you out of the heat and out of these suits you insist on wearing every day,” the college student added while his hands moved under his light suit jacket.

“Out of my suit?” Lex's lips crooked in a smile turning his head to look fully at the brunette. “You should have led with getting me naked, Clark,” he teased, closing the folder completely. “I'll make a few calls, find out if I own a cabin by a lake,” he smiled at Clark's excited grin and the happy shimmer in his eyes. “Preferably one where we don't need swim trunks.”

Clark laughed more at that. “That sounds perfect,” he said, dipping his head to steal a kiss while turning the older man in his arms. “Why don't you take a shower, cool off, and change first?” The brunette asked between kisses adoring the way Lex seemed to melt against his front.

“Gonna join me?” Lex questioned even though he was already pulling Clark from their living room towards the master bath.

The long weekend in a wooded area beside a lake had been a wonderful idea. While it wasn't much cooler there, the easy access to water and the lack of need for clothing around the secluded multi-floor cabin made the heat more appealing than anywhere else. They had spent most of their first day by the lake or within the water, but by the time the sun was high, Clark had gotten worried about Lex's fair skin and urged their return to the air conditioner and fan-filled vacation home.

Lex hadn't made much of a fuss at being corralled by a nude and wet Clark Kent, especially after riding the always eager man on the couch. However, once Clark had filled him the heat was all that was on the human’s mind. His eyes roved over Clark's heat-resistant body, the man barely sweating while Lex felt like he was melting. He couldn't help his glare of jealousy at the alien's biology as he lay pressed against the younger’s broad chest. Lex groaned, shifting off of Clark's lap and out of his hold before moving further away from the too-warm body.

“Sorry, Clark,” he huffed when the brunette tried to pull him back into his arms. “It's too hot to cuddle with a solar panel today.”

Clark frowned, looking affronted before he took a closer look at the sweated man beside him. His lips twisted with guilt at not realizing how hot Lex was feeling as he took in his flushed cheeks and the exhausted collapsed position he was in on the curved sofa.

“I'll get you some water,” Clark said before he was gone and back again.

“Thank you,” Lex hummed, taking the glass and enjoying the wind Clark made with his super speed.

“Should I turn up the air conditioner?”

Lex shook his head finishing the glass. “No,” his eyes roamed the large living room of the estate that was modeled after a hunting cabin. “This place was my father's,” he said, wiping his sweated brow while Clark turned more towards him. “I don't remember this place,” he said, squinting with a tilt of his head as he tried to think of a time he or Lionel had come here but failed to, “I imagine the wiring hasn't been updated in decades. I don't wanna overload it and spend our vacation time fixing it.”

Clark frowned, using his X-ray vision to look over the house, having learned some repair skills from helping around the farm. “I could take a look,” the alien offered, only to sigh when the older man waved off the idea.

“I'll be fine,” Lex reassured his worried partner. “I just need to cool down,” he added, handing the glass back to Clark.

The brunette took it, gracing Lex with a fresh breeze of air when he ran and returned with it refilled. “Take another drink,” he said as Lex relaxed into the breeze. Clark pressed the cool glass against his forehead, cooling his brow before handing it to him and adding, “Then a shower.”

Lex wasn't one to enjoy being babied, but at Clark's concern and how horrible he felt, he didn't argue. He did, however, refuse Clark's request to carry him to the large shower, mainly because he didn't want to feel the heat from Clark's bare skin. Instead, Clark promised to try and get their bedroom cooler.

Lex thought he would find Clark waiting for him in the bedroom, however, when he walked out from the bathroom he only found that the younger man had added two fans to the room in addition to the small window unit. He smiled at the fans that hadn't been there and hummed at the breeze the diagonal oscillating fans were making across the bed they shared. He groaned as he stretched before laying out on top of their cooled bedding, humming as water droplets dried on his skin under the breeze cooled by the struggling air conditioner.

The relief unfortunately didn't last more than a few moments before Lex started to feel too hot all over again. The breeze from the fan brought a modicum of relief but only for the few seconds they were on him and so long as he stayed completely still. He closed his eyes, living for the few seconds of wind the fans brought as they swept the cooled air over his naked body.

“You're still too hot?”

At the sound of his lover's voice, Lex's head rolled to the side, eyes cracking open to see Clark in all his sun-kissed glory standing in the doorway holding a metal mixing bowl and a large bottle of water. Blue eyes roved over the farmer's tan the alien still managed to have and the slight gleam of sweat over him.

“Not all of us have the benefit of Kryptonian stamina and resistance, Clark.” His words were clipped, annoyed at his own inferior biology, but still taking the time to appreciate the brunette's body. When Clark frowned, shifting on his bare feet, Lex shook his head and rolled his eyes at himself. “I didn't mean it like that. It's just hot,” he amended, in a way of apology, realizing his tone and recanting his words, knowing the younger man was only fretting out of concern, not because of some idea of Lex being weak. “I'll be fine,” he added, seeing the other's worry and letting his head rest back on his pillows. “Even you can't control the weather.”

The brunette sighed, shifting the metal bowl and bottle he had brought with him before stepping further into the room. “I know, I just…” Clark walked towards him, sitting on the bed and placing the water on the nightstand and the ice-filled bowl on the bed between them. “You haven't had a break either, Lex.” His brows pinched as he spoke wanting to press closer to him but kept his distance. “I want you to enjoy being here and the whole point of coming here was to cool off.”

Lex hummed, opening his eyes again to look up at him. “Clark,” his left hand raised to pat his broad chest, knowing the other was abstaining from touching him due to his naturally warmer skin. “Trust me. I am enjoying being here with you.” His brows lowered, leveling the brunette with a serious stare. “We haven't had clothes on since we got out of the Porsche. I am enjoying myself.”

Clark smiled at his partner's reassurance but still didn't like the color on his cheeks. “I brought water and something I think will help.” He shifted the cold bowl, ice clinking against the chilled metal. “I ran out and grabbed some ice.”

Lex smiled up at him imagining how far and quickly Clark had gone and returned while he was in the shower. His eyes closed, humming when warm fingers pressed a bit of ice against his lips, rouge moving to greet the intrusion.

Clark hummed watching him as he glided the ice across his lips, before running the melting chunk of ice over Lex's chin and along his jawline. The overheated man sighed at the cooling water that ran down his neck and throat as the ice melted. He tilted his head back offering more skin for Clark to smooth the ice over. Lex kept his eyes closed as the brunette shifted beside him on the bed attempting to keep his distance. The bald man huffed at the action and despite the heat radiating off Clark, Lex moved closer.

“Better?”

Clark's voice was soft and close to his ear as he spoke, cool wet fingers running over Lex's neck. The older man could only nod at Clark's gentle touch and the cool press of his normally warm hands.

The brunette’s fingers left to gain another chunk returning in a breath to swipe it behind his ears. Another half-moan left the stretched-out man at the relief it brought and how much better the fans felt on their next breeze over him.

“Much better,” he finally replied as his hips shifted as Clark tended to his sweaty brow.

“Then let me take care of you,” Clark hummed, kissing the crest of his ear and reaching for another piece of ice. “I think I have a way to cool you down inside and out.”

Lex released a huff of air, lips parting in a gasp at the tease of cold against his collar. Clark hovered his hand just over his too-hot skin and a ghost of cool air caressed him. His head rolled slightly to the side against his pillow, blue eyes opening, half-lidded, focusing on Clark.

The brunette had shifted beside him, propped up on his elbow with his right hand gripping the melting ice. The smile that teased on the brunette’s lips was a delicious mix of lust, intrigue, and pride. It made the older man swallow, momentarily overwhelmed with being the center of Clark's attention. His breath caught as the spherical chunk of ice dripped onto him, melting in the stifling heat.

A hum left his lips as the cold water ran down his sweaty collarbone to the mattress beneath him. Lex's head rolled closer to the crook of Clark's bent elbow, the brunette’s palm supporting his head. Lex leaned to each drop of cold water from Clark's hand, the alien letting it drip slowly over his flushed chest. The older man's skin prickled slightly, and a breath left him when the oscillating fans returned, blowing cool air over the cold water on his heat-flushed body.

Clark drank in his every reaction, hand moving higher as the ice disappeared from his grip. “Feel better?” He asked, caressing his cold palm over Lex's neck.

A shiver ran down Lex's back at the shock of cold that ran straight to his hardening cock. “Mmm, yeah.” His words were stolen by a gasp when Clark wrapped his wet hand around his nape.

The college student smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to Lex's parted lips. He smiled into the kiss and cupped the back of his neck with his cool hand. Lex relaxed under Clark's guiding touch, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Distracted by the contrast of temperatures and the press of Clark's lips, Lex was surprised when new drops of ice water landed over his left nipple.

He groaned into the kiss, left hand moving to tangle in Clark's soft locks as his member twitched in interest. His chest arched, leaning closer to the tease of cold as the younger's hand pressed the ice against his quickly pebbling nipple. Lex's tongue licked over Clark's bottom lip, his skin prickling further when the melting ice circled his areola.

Clark hummed into the kiss, pressing his lower half against him as Lex rose to meet him. His fingers held tight to the melting ice chunk, rolling it around the hardening bud. Lex groaned and broke the kiss, head falling back onto his pillow at the press of Clark's shaft against his thigh and the caressing cold across his chest from his left nipple to his right. As the fan blew back towards them Lex shuddered, body cooling further at the blow of air over his chilled chest. Green eyes roved over the expanse of Lex's chest, watching as water ran down towards his abdomen before looking back to the hard buds.

When the ice was gone, cold fingers toyed with each bud. Fingertips circled the perk nubs, cold and teasing and pulling a moan from Lex's parted lips. The older man's hand fell from Clark's hair, holding tight to his shoulder as the large hand traveled down his abdomen.

“Still feeling overheated?”

Lex released a sound of distracted thought, his shaft hardening further when Clark's hand came close but not nearly close enough to his fattening cock. “It's a record heatwave, Kent. I think I need more ice.” Blue eyes rolled up to him, and the devilish smirk that had woven across his lips only grew when Clark answered with a dimpled smile that was too bashful to be wholesome.

“Good thing I grabbed so much.”

A whine nearly escaped Lex when Clark took his hand away to grab more ice, fingers brushing against his length. The clinking of ice within the cold metal bowl caused his breath to hitch with anticipation. His eyes didn't leave Clark while he shifted beside him, sliding an oblong ice chunk into his mouth. The brunette smiled, sucking on the cube and chilling his lips, bending and moving down Lex's body. The bald man released a sigh of contentment at the cold press of lips against his side, spreading his legs when Clark kneed at them.

The younger man hummed against his hip, nipping at it while sliding between Lex's spreading thighs. When Clark's hands finally returned, they were both colder than Clark's naturally warmer skin. Lex moved easily under his familiar grip, the brunette slid his hands down the fronts of his thighs before pushing his knees up. While he adjusted Lex's position, raising his legs and bending them at the knee, his mouth continued to leave cold kisses and bites along Lex's hips and towards his groin. The older man shivered under his cool wet touch, hips raising trying to wordlessly encourage Clark closer to his aching length.

Clark chuckled against the cooling pale skin as Lex rocked up to him. “You're supposed to stay still,” the brunette said, pulling back to sit on his heels.

“Don't tease me in this heat, Clark,” the billionaire groaned, eyes rolling over Clark's naked form between his spread knees.

“Patience,” he said, hands digging in the ice bowl only pausing when he found a larger spherical piece. “Let me cool you down.”

Lex's hands twisted in the sheets as his hips shifted on the bed. “Cool me down faster,” he retorted, watching Clark push another chunk of ice into his mouth.

The younger man scoffed, rolling the ice around his mouth before bending back over his partner's erection. At the first press of cold lips, his toes curled. Lex's lips parted as Clark dragged his cold mouth down the side of his shaft before leaving wet kisses around his base. Lex's hips rocked up to the slide of dripping ice water as it escaped Clark's lips. His head rolled to the side, watching as Clark moved back up to his tip, ice crunching between his teeth before his lips parted and encased his tip.

A punch-out groan left Lex's lips, body jerking and curling towards Clark's steadfast grip. He shuddered feeling Clark's nimble tongue swirl around his aching tip. A moan hummed through him as Clark groaned at the drop of pre-cum that had splashed over his taste buds. The brunette shifted, pulling Lex's legs over his shoulders and digging back into the bowl.

Lex's fingers tangled into Clark's chocolate locks, gripping them tightly. The alien didn't move under the tugs of Lex's hand, tongue teasing his tip while his fingers slid an oblong chunk of ice between his cheeks and against Lex's puckered star. The bald man groaned, head going back as Clark's fingers dragged the ice against the clenching muscle.

“Are you hot inside Lex?” He teased, his breath chilled against his throbbing cock. “Want me to cool you down inside too?”

Lex nodded quickly and without thought, the teasing press of cold and dripping water stealing his breath. “Fuck, Clark… Yeah, yes, I'm so hot,” he groaned, rocking back towards the melting ice.

Clark hummed tongue swiping over his tip to stroke over his cockslit, cold tip digging slightly into it before sucking him back into his mouth. Lex huffed the lukewarm embrace of Clark's mouth paired with the push of ice into him. He rutted back to the chilling sensation and the uneven edges of it, clenching around the melting shape as it was pushed past his rim. A chill ran through him as Clark's head bobbed slightly on his cock, shuddering as the ice melted too quickly within him needing more. He groaned, licking over his parted lips wanting a larger piece inside him, unwilling to let the spine-tingling cold vanish so quickly.

“Bigger one, baby please,” he groaned, fingers digging into and massaging the brunette's scalp.

Clark hummed around his cock, the sound of ice clinking filling Lex's ears. His eyes closed, moaning as Clark dropped lower on his length and a thicker oblong piece of ice was pushed into him. His hips rocked and Clark's free arm braced him, wrapping around his waist to keep him still. Lex groaned at the use of strength in Clark's arm, feeling the ice shift and push deeper into him before melting within him. Lex groaned, feeling the ice water inside of him as Clark kept moving on his cock, lips tight around his shaft.

“Clark,” Lex groaned, trying to move with his quickening pace.

A huff left him as Clark's finger pushed into his cooled canal, biting his bottom lip as Clark's tongue swirled around his shaft on his next stroke up. Lex's eyes opened as his body jerked within Clark's hold, toes curling as Clark pushed two larger chunks of ice into him along with two fingers, still open enough from taking the younger's thick cock earlier. A moan left him at suddenly having so much inside him and Clark's warm tongue lavishing his shaft with each move of his head, pushing him closer to the edge.

Clark's eyes rolled up to Lex, always loving to watch the older man fall over the edge because of him. He groaned around him, his own cock heavy and throbbing, fingers twisting around the melting ice within him before fucking them into him. Another groan left him at the impossible tightness around his thrusting fingers, feeling Lex's building orgasm and pushing him over the edge with a swipe of his tongue.

Lex's body stiffened, toes and fingers curling as a stream of curses and Clark's name left his mouth. Clark didn't let up, working him through his orgasm and grinding against the bed as he swallowed around Lex's spurting cock. Lex huffed a hard breath, collapsing back against the bed as Clark's fingers slowed, and the younger man pulled back from his spent shaft.

“Better?” Clark asked, pulling his fingers from him and letting his legs down off his shoulders.

“Much better, Clark,” Lex reassured, having momentarily forgotten about the heat under Clark's imaginative touch, the ice, and the breeze from the fans. “Good enough to cuddle my solar panel,” he teased with a satisfied smile that only grew when Clark returned it and pulled him to him.

#I hope you like it!!#thanks so much for the ask!#I needed a break from editing #your interactions feed my muse #clex fic #Lex luthor #smallville #Clark Kent #smallville fanfic #smut #ice play #Summer prompts

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kaitlinamberxo · 3 months

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“I didn't dive in after Lex's car! It hit me at 60 miles an hour! Does that sound normal to you? I'd give anything to be normal.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 33/100: Clark Kent

#clark kent #smallville #kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses #character aesthetics #character challenge #superman #kal el #dc

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comicaurora · 1 year

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One thing I noticed is ever since MAWSM came out is how people in discussions have been decreasingly calling Clark "Superman" and now almost exclusively refer to him with his real name. Yeah, of course. He is Clark first and foremost. The farmboy from Smallville, Kansas; reporter at the Daily Planet. Superman is an extension of Clark. He's not like the other dude whose hero persona is his core identity. He's just a normal guy at heart who happens to be indestructible. He's just... Clark.

I think it's because until My Adventures With Superman, his primary cartoon presence was in series that were overtly superhero shows with threat-of-the-week formats, where Clark's life was the two-minute framing sequence around Superman getting to do the good stuff. Even the original Fleischer superman cartoon was ten-minute shorts that couldn't afford to go slice-of-life when they could be animating Superman punching a hole in a jet.

There have been little moments that hinted at this in other series - the Justice League episode Comfort and Joy springs to mind, being one of the only downtime episodes the team gets, where J'onn sees Clark back home on the farm with Ma and Pa Kent and is surprised at how relaxed and genuine he is when he isn't "working", aka "being superman." But for the most part Clark doesn't get that kind of personal focus, and the seasons that center on him are entirely about Superman's villains and the risk of Superman becoming a despot like his Justice Lord counterpart.

Live-action shows have been a little better about this, if only because of the SFX requirements of superman meaning it's cheaper and simpler to lean into Hometown Hero Clark Kent, exemplified in the series Smallville, which had an actual development policy that Clark was never allowed to put on the cape or costume. It started as teen drama where the protagonist just happened to have superpowers and a weird allergy to green rocks, and for a while it even had a similar gimmick to MAWS, where every other episode he developed a new power or discovered a new trait of his physiology that the audience was already expected to know about. But the problem there is that the audience also has the biggest point of dramatic irony hanging over their heads for the entire show - we know Clark's destiny is to become Superman. So while the show is ABOUT Clark, there's this tonal undercurrent that most of the messy things that make him Clark are things he'll eventually outgrow.

I think what's making My Adventures With Superman work is that it's (a) deeply sincere and (b) centered on the thesis that Clark is an emotional, vulnerable person AND ALSO a flying invulnerable brick with laser eyes, and his stress over his powers isn't just "aw it's tough to be a god now put on the tights already" but it's the very reasonable "I don't know why I'm like this, I don't understand what it means or if it's dangerous, I can't stop breaking the things I touch but I don't want to be alone."

Clark's isolation has always been something other characters muse about privately (usually Batman) or a bit of fridge logic he turns into a cool boast (the World of Cardboard speech reframing every fight he's ever been in by telling the audience he is 100% pulling his punches ALL THE TIME) but to my knowledge it's never been played for this deeply impactful and HIGHLY resonant "there is Something Wrong With Me that I don't have a name for but I will regardless find a way to live with myself and the people I love."

When Superman is framed as Clark's inevitable destiny, we lose sight of the fact that Clark is, by necessity, the kind of person who would create Superman.

#asks #not aurora #media recs

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shrub-jay · 3 months

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The New Arrival (Danny Kent)

CW: Body horror, teeth

TL;DR: The Kents take in another alien.

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The American Southwest has some of the highest found-meteorite density regions. New Mexico has a found meteorite rate of 1.9 per 1,000 square miles. Kansas trails with 1.8. A single farm in Smallville, Kansas, at just under 800 acres, has reported 23. One Dr. Kent reported iron meteorities landing in June, following northwesterly winds and a low chance of precipitation, over the course of several decades. It was an idle curiosity among Kansas meteorologists. A bizarre coincidence.

“How big you think this one’s gonna be?” Jonathan Kent mused as he eyed the streak of green in the sky, leaning on a pitchfork. The still-young corn crop rustled in the breeze.

“Not too big, or Clark would already be here,” his wife, Martha, mused from the porch. She looked up from Bubble Wubble Blast 2 on her phone. “Sweetie, you’ve gotta stop holding the pitchfork like that. I’m not ready for people to start comparing us to American Gothic.” Jonathan grumbled before leaning it against the porch railing, whistling sharply.

“Shelby! Come here, girl!” A rambunctious golden retriever mix trotted around the corner, tail wagging. The streak in the sky had faded, disappearing behind the barn. “Shelbs and I are going to go check it out on the four wheeler.” Martha perked up.

“And don’t forget to–”

“Log the coordinates, you’ve taught me well,” Jonathan finished, waving his hand dismissively and sending her a smile. The ATV engine roared to life, and he was off. It rumbled to a stop in front of a smoking crater. A head popped up, and two large eyes blinked back. Jonathan’s phone flash went off as he snapped a picture.

The figure recoiled, hissing. Ghostly white hair flickered around their face like fire, and a green sheen swirled across the wet surface of their eyes like rainbows on the surface of a bubble. Green tinged skin stretched across their features, and huge, wrinkled ears angled themselves back cautiously. Their dark nose twitched as Shelby approached the edge of the crater. A series of clicking noises rang out before their long, slender limbs collapsed beneath them like scaffolding.

Shelby darted forward.

“Woah girl, you don’t want to scare ‘em,” Jonathan whisper-shouted, hastily dismounting. It was too late. Shelby was already weaving joyfully between the new arrival’s arms, tail going a mile a minute. They obliged the dog with gentle scratches, and Jonathan smiled. “Looks like Clark might be getting a new sibling.”

It wasn’t hard to get them to follow. It was disconcertingly easy, in fact. Jonathan texted Martha to scrounge up some of the leftovers from their early dinner. He wasn’t sure if their new charge ate, given that he hadn’t seen a mouth. Perhaps they could photosynthesize like Clark, if the green hued skin was a clue.

“How do you think they eat? If they eat at all?” Martha murmured, leaning forward on an elbow. Their guest prodded inquisitively at a gently warmed plate of food. The skin beneath their nose was taut and seamless. “I can never believe how lucky we got with Clark.”

“Hell if I know,” Jonathan responded, tucking into his own plate of food. The smell of shepherd’s pie always whet his appetite. Their company watched him carefully. Jonathan gestured with his fork with ‘cheers’ motion before relishing the forkful of luscious potato, mouth already watering from the well browned beef.

Jonathan Kent was a man who sometimes wondered if the point of life was to hear food sizzle while cooking. Cracking fresh eggs and wiping freshly minced garlic from the slightly tacky blade of a knife were simple tasks and simple joys. He wondered if Clark was eating well.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a sharp crack and a soft gasp. The figure’s pointed chin had lowered, the muscles of a jaw straining into visibility. Where their mouth would be, the skin stretched tighter still, before caving in like the hollow of a cheek. They emitted a high pitched, painful whine, eerie as a theremin, limbs tangling around their head like a self imposed cage. Martha lurched forward in concern.

The skin began to split. Fibrous layers burst forth, as if they had only been held together by tension. Their face bloomed like a roll of tissue shredded by a cat's claws. Pieces began to flake and fall off, and the whine intensified as something began to protrude.

A tooth. A startlingly human looking incisor. Jonathan’s fork clattered onto his plate, and he winced in commiseration. They began to claw at the flaking skin, slowly excavating a set of pearly whites. When they finished, piles of white flakes littered the room. They sneezed, shaking their head, rubbery ears slapping against their face.

They gnashed their newly grown pair of human teeth with apparent glee.

“It seems like they might be able to fit in just fine.”

#Pa Kent has a degree in agricultural science with a specialty in corn #Ma Kent has a PhD in atmospheric science #Ma Kent has a mobile phone game addiction #And Pa Kent has an ATV #They're in a water rights dispute #But that's not plot relevant #Alien Danny Fenton #Danny Kent #martha kent #jonathan kent #dp x dc #eldritch danny fenton #body horror cw

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idabbleincrazy · 11 days

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We Make Our Own Destiny: Ageless

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Clex

Characters: Clark Kent, Lex Luthor, Lana Lang, Jonathan Kent, Lionel Luthor, Evan

Word Count: 4785

Warnings: episode rewrite, s4 au, soulmate au adjacent, soul-bond, angst, smut, Lionel suspects, handjob/masturbation, cum as lube, multiple orgasms, messy sex, anal fingering, anal, coming untouched, intense smut, fluff

Episode Summary: Lex, Clark, and Lana discover an abandoned baby in a cornfield and take him back to the Kent farm. But when the newborn ages to a 7 year old in a matter of days, the trio frantically search for a cure before the rapid-aging disease kills him.

Chapter Summary: Evan ages. Lex suffers a meeting with his father. Clark and Lex take some alone time to keep their bond from fading out.

A/N: the muse finally shook itself loose from where it was snagged on this first in-between scene. Here's hoping I can get thru this a bit quicker now. I had really wanted to find a way for more smut in the barn, but it just wasn't feasible with Jonathan around. Me making their bond so tentative was really just a plot prop to ensure they have sex fairly often throughout the series 😅

Chapter Three:

After shaking themselves out of their stupor of confusion, Jonathan, Lana, Lex and Clark, are a bustling group of worried makeshift parents. Lana rushes over to Evan, plucking him up from the crushed cradle and wrapping the small blanket around his waist as she clutches him close to her chest. Jonathan lets Shelby in from where he's scratching at the door, barking in concern over the flash of light and the way the older farmer had rushed out of the barn. Clark and Lex cross over to Lana, looking over the child in her arms, checking for any damage to the young boy other than the very unexpected growth spurt.

After Clark subtly uses his x-ray vision to check Evan for other anomalies, he lets out a breath of sort-of relief. Shelby has calmed, now sitting in his bed by the couch, eyes locked on the little child everyone was so excited by, watching, just in case the safety he sensed turned out to be false. Jonathan now has Evan in his arms, marveling over the young boy in much the same way he did Clark all those years ago.

“Dad,” Clark calls his attention over to where he and Lex are standing by the kitchen counter, concerned looks on both their faces. Jonathan is surprised by the lack of worry within him at the fact that Lex is here to witness this. “Dad, Lex and I are going to go up to the barn, see if we can find some of my old clothes that Mom packed away, and set up a place for Lex to sleep in the loft. I’ll take the couch down here, and Evan can have my bed.”

“Alright, son. Lana and I’ll go get Evan settled. It has to have been a tiring day for the kid. We can all discuss this in the morning, I guess, since Martha won’t be back for a few hours.”

Clark nods in agreement and he and Lex retrieve Lex’s duffle bag and laptop case before heading out to the barn, both still bewildered by the events of the past few minutes.

The second Clark drops Lex's duffle bag on the couch, he finds himself wrapped in Lex's arms, tears blurring his vision before he even realizes how close to crying he is.

“Clark, hey, baby, it's okay. It's gonna be okay.” Lex is running his fingers through Clark's hair, easing his head down onto his shoulder to whisper in his ear. “I meant what I said at the hospital. I will not let anything happen to Evan if it's in my power to prevent it. I'll bring in my most trusted scientists, keep things as non-invasive as possible, and find out why this happened.”

Lex's mind was whirling as he held Clark close, trying to understand how the tiny infant had aged several years in a flash of light. Energy. It must have had something to do with energy. Like the ripple of light that had exploded past them just before they had found Evan in the resultant crater. The child must be meteor-affected, after all. If he was, this could happen again, and again, until the boy was an old man. They could end up losing Evan to more than just Child Services.

Seeing Clark and Lana with the baby had brought home all that he was taking away from the young man. With Lana, Clark could have had a chance at a family, even if it wasn't his own flesh and blood. With him, who knew if that would ever be possible. He knew it was selfish to take that from Clark, but Clark had chosen him, and he'd wanted the young man too long to refuse. Even if Clark came to resent him for it in the future, he didn't have it in him to be so self-sacrificing as to push him back towards Lana. Lana, who had taken the revelation of their new relationship status with dignity, even though Lex had seen the flash of sadness and regret in her eyes as she'd stared down at their joined hands. They had tried and failed, and now it was his turn, and Lex didn't plan to fail.

Clark sniffed quietly and pulled away from Lex’s comforting embrace, brushing a soft kiss across his lips to lessen the feeling of rejection at the movement.

“I trust you, Lex. I know you'd do anything for Evan. I saw it in your eyes.” Clark huffed a laugh, shaking his head ruefully. “Looks like it was pointless for me to pack those extra items in your bag. Never a dull moment in Smallville.”

“The last thing either of us really has time or energy for right now is sex. Hell, I'm so worn out, I haven't really even been able to feel your emotions the past day; I nearly forgot about it until I realized I wasn't feeling your worry just now.”

“I know. It's lessened for me, too. I don't know if it's because of the stress, or what…”

“We'll figure it out. After we get this all settled.” Lex reached out and cupped Clark's cheek briefly, smiling up at the young man. “For now, let's find some things for Evan and get back to the house before Jonathan comes looking. I think enough people know about us for one week.”

Clark grinned, gave Lex one more quick kiss, and strode across the loft to search for the boxes of his old clothes and toys that Martha had never been able to bring herself to donate. As he rummaged around, he tried to make his mind settle, focusing more on the realization that he hadn't felt Lex through the bond very strongly for the past few hours, not since the nightmare earlier.

The shrill tone of Lex's cell cut through the air, startling them both from their task. Lex straightened up from his box, pulled out the phone, and answered it sharply.

“Speak.” Clark turned at the tone of Lex's voice, concerned. Lex's mouth was set in a grim line as he listened to the caller. Clark resisted the urge to listen in. “When was this? Well, why the hell wasn't I notified immediately? Fine. Where is he now? No, I'll handle it. Stay there.”

Immediately after disengaging the call, Lex dialed the mansion's main line.

“Send Davis out to the Kent farm. Yes, for a few hours anyway. No, that's not necessary, I just have some business to tend to, and I'll be heading back on my own. Thank you, Lucinda.”

The phone closed with a snap, and Lex stalked back over to his bags, grabbing his laptop and stuffing it into its carry-case. Clark stood up from where he'd been crouched, a muted sense of stress and fear wafting through the bond from the older man.

“Lex?”

“Clark, I'm sorry, but I have to go back to the mansion for a while. I've been having my father followed, and apparently he met with Genevieve Teague earlier today and now he's on his way here. I need to be there when he arrives, I can't let him suspect anything has changed, not until it's too late for him to try to seize LuthorCorp back from me. Besides, this will give me a chance to get things in order to have Evan looked over. I really am sorry.”

“No, hey, I get it. If Genevieve really is after the stones, and had something to do with Lana getting possessed, it can't mean anything good if your dad is working with her. Lionel's come too close to my secrets before, what with the whole body-swapping thing. It probably is best if you're there to sidetrack him. Just be careful?”

“I always am, Clark.” Lex quirked a grin at Clark's baleful glare and kissed his cheek. “Fine, keep an ear out, then. I'll call for you if I need another impromptu rescue. Give Jonathan my apologies? I'll be back as soon as it's safe.”

Clark nodded and watched with growing apprehension as Lex hurried down the stairs and out of the barn. Another thing to worry about, then.

Lex is sitting at his desk in the study, studying a couple of pictures when Lionel enters. Lex had barely been home long enough to send out a few encrypted emails to the most trusted of the scientists in his meteor division, and order a slew of clothes, toys, and various necessities for Evan. The photos in his hands were merely part of the subterfuge, nothing new to his father, even if he did manage to snag a glance at them. He'd spent his life studying Lionel, knew exactly how to keep under his radar. The pictures were something his father would expect, and something would be noticed even more for their absence.

“What are you doing, son? An exciting new venture, something worthy of a captain of industry?”

Lex put the pictures away in a file folder, just managing not to sneer at his father's condescending, falsely inquisitive tone. It sickened him how long he had fallen for that fake interest, how he had only recently realized that that was merely Lionel's way of poking for information while seeming to give Lex the attention he had always craved from the elder Luthor.

“I'm simply continuing where you left off, Dad.” Lex shuffled some things around on his desk, forcing himself to look vaguely distracted. “Look, I, uh, can't talk now. I've got-”

“Well, we better talk. Genevieve Teague thinks you have the missing element.”

Lex shrugs, keeping his face devoid of any hint of understanding. Lionel huffs impatiently, raises a brow in an expression that screams don't pretend to be so obtuse.

“The one from China.”

“Come on, Dad”, Lex scoffs a laugh. This really is sadly easy. “You've raised me to be smarter than that. Why use Genevieve Teague as a threat? Why not just come out and ask for it yourself?”

And still, Lionel stands, as though he feels he needs the position of height, needs the illusion of power it affords him. Lex has to resist rolling his eyes.

“I'm here as a father who's concerned about the safety of his son.” How Lex manages not to laugh incredulously, he doesn't know. Lionel is fishing, pure and simple, either for Genevieve, or for his own edification. “She had Bridgette Crosby murdered because of one of those elements. You think she'd hesitate to do the same to you?”

“I don't have it.” Lex stands up from his desk, folder in hand, and steps around it to pass by his father, pausing to look him in the eye. “And even if I did, I'd never trust you.”

He's halfway to the double doors of his study before Lionel recovers.

“Lex.” Lex stops, only because Lionel would follow after him if he didn’t. “We haven't a lot of time left to spend together. You can go on for the rest of your life being mistrustful of me, or you can accept me as your father who loves you.”

Back to his father, Lex does roll his eyes this time. Love. He suspects his father did love him, at some distant point in his past. But, he's given up yearning for that love again, for the acceptance and approval he strove for for too long. He has a better love, now, with Clark. A love that is more pure, more real, than anything Lionel has ever had to offer. And he will do anything in his power to safeguard that love. Even if it goes against twenty-odd years of lessons learned at the side of the man behind him.

“She's dangerous, Lex. She-” And, kudos to the old man for perfecting the break in his voice as he tries one last time to find the desperate child once more. “Watch your back, son.”

“I always do.” And, I always will, especially around you, Lex thinks as he walks away without a backward glance, knowing Lionel won't deign to stick around now that he has failed to pull Lex into whatever web he was attempting to weave.

Lionel stares at the empty doorway for a moment, mentally moving an ivory pawn across the board. He can't pinpoint it, but something has given his son a backbone. Something has changed. Lionel didn't miss the lack of expensive cologne in the air as Lex passed him by, the air now redolent of cheap drugstore soap and - hay? No, he can't pinpoint it, but it bears the need for a more watchful eye.

Whatever it is, it can wait until the Teague woman and her whelp are dealt with. Get the element Genevieve killed Ms. Crosby for, find the one stolen from Lex all those months ago, and see what Lana's uninvited guest makes of them. Then, he can deal with his wayward son.

Plan rearranged and settled, Lionel lets himself out of the mansion, directing his driver to head back to Metropolis.

“Clark, I'm safe, but I need you.”

Less than thirty seconds, and Clark is there in his room, slightly wide-eyed with worry he couldn't completely contain. Lex smiles up at the brunette from his spot on the bed, still not used to these now casual displays of power.

“Lex?”

“Oh, good. You heard me.”

“Lex, why did you call for me? I thought you were going to come back to the farm after your dad left.” Lex, still smiling, reached out for him, and unable to keep his own lips from twisting into a grin, he climbed onto the bed, hovering half-over his reclining lover. “Did the old bastard give you a hard time?”

“Mm, nah. Nothing I wasn't expecting. Fishing for intel on the elements, baiting me to pool our efforts. I suspect he's headed back to Mrs. Teague, either to recount his failure or do her in. It'll keep.” Lex tugged Clark until he was completely draped over him, running a hand through the dark locks of hair. “How's everything at the farm? Evan okay?”

“Yeah, he was already asleep by the time you left. He looked so cute, Lex, all tucked up with my old teddy bear, wearing a shirt that has fit me in at least two years. I took pictures. I-I know I told Lana not to get attached, but…”

“I know.” And he did. He was gone the moment he first held him. Like an imprinting in reverse. “I've got a team coming in tomorrow to get things ready at the lab. We'll find out what's causing this, and how to stop it from happening again. Tonight, I want us to reconnect. I kinda like having a direct line to your emotions, and if it is weakened by lack of contact…well.”

Clark chuckled and leaned down to kiss Lex deeply, making sure to keep most of his weight off the slighter man.

“You horndog.”

“Two days, Clark. I've barely been able to so much as touch you for two days.” Lex thrust his hips up against Clark's, his cock already hardening. “Besides, it's well known that sex is an excellent destressor, so, even if the bond is merely being impacted by the constant stress…two birds, one stone.”

“Lex Luthor, I love the way your mind works.”

Clark was more than happy to push aside the worry nagging at the back of his mind and lose himself in the wonders of Lex's body. Hopefully, it would strengthen the fading connection between them. He hadn't liked not being able to feel Lex while Lionel had been here, and had found himself focusing his hearing and sight on the mansion whenever possible. The older Luthor had become more and more of a threat to his secret over the past year, and there was no telling what he would do to Lex if he thought it could lead him to the truth. Where Lex's obsession with Clark had been tempered with love and longing, Lionel's was fueled by a need for power and greed. Clark would take any advantage he could in keeping Lex safe from his father's machinations.

“Hey, spaceboy, Earth to Clark. Even diminished, I could feel fear and anger coming through. No more thinking.”

“Right. Sorry. Where was I?”

“I think you were about to use that superspeed of yours to get us both naked so you could fuck me hard enough that I won't even remember the meaning of the word stress.”

“Oh, yeah. Now I remember.”

In an instant, Clark had stripped them both of their clothes, barely managing to keep from shredding Lex's expensive slacks in his haste. He spread himself back out over Lex’s lean form, groaning softly at the feel of Lex’s hard cock rubbing against his own. Dipping his head down, he captured Lex’s mouth in a wet kiss, tongue delving past scarred lips the moment they parted, swallowing down the resultant moan. All coherent thought fled at the feel and taste of Lex pressed so closely against him.

Lex arched up into the kiss, arms winding around Clark’s neck, fingers tangling in thick hair to hold him closer as their tongues twined and retreated, tasting each other, relearning each other’s mouths. The past forty-eight hours had been so hectic, so full of emotion and surprise, he hadn’t even realized how much he had missed this. This freedom to really touch Clark, to kiss him less than chastely, let it lead to more. Keeping their relationship under wraps was proving to be a bigger hardship than he had thought. Having to stop himself from ravishing Clark every time he saw him, now that he had permission, was harder to do now, than it had been the previous four years. Easier to deny yourself what you’ve never had. Now, though, oh, now, he could touch, taste, feel. His cock throbbed against his stomach, hard as it ever was around Clark, dripping pre-come profusely as Clark kissed him breathless, one big hand sliding down over his skin to grip at his hip, the other braced against the bed to keep from crushing the human with his bulk. Which, honestly, the human wouldn’t have minded so much. It felt oddly comforting, being nearly smothered by Clark’s all-encompassing presence. It felt safe, it felt like home.

“Clark, baby, come on. Want you.”

“Yeah?” Clark panted the question against his lips, tongue flicking out to tease over the scar on his upper lip and pulling a groan from him. “How, baby? Hmm? Tell me, Lex.”

“Christ, Clark, want you, any way, every way. Mouth, fingers, cock. You. Just make me come, Clark. Make me feel it.”

Clark growled, his lips finally breaking away from Lex’s, dragging their way down his throat to nip carefully at his Adam’s apple, tongue licking away the sting as Lex let out a hiss.

“God, I love you, Lex.”

“Show me.”

Just this short amount of time together seemed to be having a positive effect on the bond. Clark could feel not only his own arousal, but Lex’s as well. Given the gasp of surprise, the same could be said for Lex. The result of this back and forth exchange of desire was a heady experience, bringing Clark's stiffening cock to a nearly painful hardness in moments.

“Jesus! Baby, gotta bring the edge off. Not gonna last to even get inside you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Christ, Clark. I can feel you, feel how much you want me. God, I'll never get used to this, knowing this is real. Fuck, baby, make me come.”

Clark complied, Lex’s urgency ramping up his own desperation. Lowering his mouth to one pert, pink nipple, Clark suckled the pebbled nub as he slid a hand between them, wrapping his fingers around both their cocks. Lex keened, nails digging uselessly into Clark's scalp as he thrust up into the tight grip around his aching length. Between Clark's perfect strokes along their shafts and the lust rebounding between them, Lex felt the inexorable pull of his climax hardly a minute into Clark's efforts.

“Fuck, close, baby…” Lex had barely gotten the words out, and Clark tightened his grip, strokes gaining speed, and closed his teeth over the nipple he had been teasing. The added pressure and pleasure-pain had Lex glad he'd soundproofed the room so well, his scream sure to reach even Mrs. McCreary down in her first-floor quarters otherwise. “Yes! Oh, fuck!”

Lex came with a muscle-clenching spasm, friction heated seed surging over Clark's fist, sending Clark hurtling over the edge behind him. The orgasm seemed endless, Lex's own release feeding into Clark's and back again, a strange Ouroborus of ecstasy that lasted longer than the build-up. Clark lifted his head from the abused nipple, still stroking them through their climaxes, and captured Lex’s gaping mouth. Finally, with their tongues tangling and Lex’s limbs wrapped around Clark’s broad body, they drifted down from their orgasms, both cocks still hard in Clark's hand.

“Jesus Christ!” Lex’s head fell back against the pillow, legs flopping down to the mattress in a loose sprawl. “That bond thing, whatever it is, sure makes for incredible sex. If a mutual handjob is that mind-blowing. I can't wait to see how it feels with your dick up my ass.”

Clark laughed breathlessly into the crook of Lex's neck, nipping lightly at the skin. Letting go of their cocks, he slid his come-slick hand between Lex’s legs, fingers seeking out that perfect furl of skin that so closely guarded what was quickly becoming his favorite resting place. Tapping the pad of his forefinger against the whorl of flesh, he looked up at Lex with a grin.

“Good thing you have an alien lover, then. Short refractory period.”

Lex spread his legs wider, welcoming the slick, teasing fingers. Releasing his iron grip around Clark's shoulders, he slid a hand between them, down Clark's chest to wrap around the younger man's cock. Stroking the thick length, he gathered up the excess come, coating his fingers in their combined spend.

Clark groaned at the feel of Lex’s hand on his cock, easing a finger into Lex's loosening hole. As he slid the digit inside the tight passage, Lex moaned and raised a messy finger to Clark's lips. Lex pushed it past his lips and Clark groaned at the taste of them mixed together in the sticky fluid coating the slender finger. Clark swirled his tongue over it as their fingers thrust into each other in tandem, lapping up the come until he caught the taste of Lex-flesh. Feeling Lex loosening around him, he added a finger and so did Lex, offering up more of their heady release.

A third finger, and a protracted groan as Lex leaned up to meet his mouth, helping him clean away the mess before their tongues met in a dance Clark would never tire of.

“Now, Clark”, Lex husked against his lips, thrusting down on the fingers spearing into him. “In me. Fuck me, baby.”

Not bothering to waste even the time it would him to reach for the lube hidden away in the drawer, Clark eased his fingers from Lex's come-slick hole, lining himself against the stretched furl of muscle with one hand, the other gripping around Lex's waist to hold him still in his arched position. Legs somehow wrapped themselves around his hips as he started that first slow glide in, Lex's hands grasping at neck and shoulder to urge him on.

“Yeah, oh, fuck,”, Lex moaned against his mouth, trying to bear down on Clark's cock as it thrust up into him, the bond heightening his need as he felt how aroused Clark was by the grip of his ass around the brunette's thick cock. “Feels so good, Clark. Christ, I love how you feel inside me, baby. Can you feel it? Feel how wide you split me open? C'mon, Clark, fuck me.”

Clark groaned loudly, indeed feeling just how Lex felt stretched around him, how hot it made the older man to be filled so completely, the way it felt when the head of his cock brushed over Lex's prostate, nerves singing with the jolt of pleasure. Securing his grip around Lex, he braced his other hand against the headboard, thrusting into the clinging body at a pace just this side of human speed.

“God, Lex, want you in me like this someday. So tight, so warm, so fucking perfect.” Clark bent his head to bite harshly at the nearest nipple, both men moaning at the feeling of it. Tugging the pearl of flesh between his teeth, he thrust deeper as Lex dug his nails into his un-markable flesh. “Fuck, baby, love you so fucking much. Need you, always. Your taste, your touch, your scent. Everything, perfect and amazing and mine!”

Lex clamped down around Clark's pistoning cock, the feelings swirling through him, his and Clark's inseparable from each other, and the desperate praise and words of need - words that so closely mirrored his own obsession for Clark - sending him spiraling into his second orgasm. His breath hot in Clark's ear, he came in hard spurts, his voice ragged as he yelled out his release.

“Love you, Clark! Always. I'm yours, baby, just yours. Come with me, Clark. Come for me. Be mine.”

He did. And he was. His climax ripped through him, magnified by the emotions flooding the bond, filling Lex with hot bursts of come even as he kept thrusting into the spasming body in his hold. The other times had been nothing, compared to this, his nerves tingling, his body fairly glowing with the power he felt, yet the threat of loss of control that he'd expected was missing. He would never hurt this precious being that had accepted him so completely, so easily, like breathing, he could never lose control of his strength, his speed, his heat vision. The consequences were too devastating for his physiology to even dare to lose control.

When Lex went limp in his embrace, sated and panting, Clark settled the slimmer man back to the bed, easing his spent cock from its snug sheath. He laid himself out alongside Lex, nuzzling into the curve of his shoulder as they brought their breathing back to normal. Lex's left hand stretched across his chest to curl slender fingers into Clark's hair, head twisting to press his lips to the younger man's temple.

“I know I keep saying it, but that was amazing.”

“I know. Feeling what you felt…is that really how it feels when I make love to you? It was so…so intense. I mean, it's intense for me, too, but-”

“Yes, Clark”, Lex stopped Clark's shy babbling with a finger to his lips. “That's really how it feels. Did you think it was just a heartfelt sacrifice, that I would ever agree to bottom if it wasn't good for me, too? Did you think I was just pretending every time I came screaming your name loud enough for them to hear me all the way in Metropolis? I'm not that selfless, and I'm not that good a liar.”

“Yeah, okay. Just ignore me, I guess I couldn't really believe you could feel as much for me as I feel for you.”

Lex met Clark's embarrassed gaze, letting his love flow through their renewed bond.

“Never doubt it.” Lex drew Clark in for a brief, soft kiss before sitting up. “Now, how about we head back to the farm? We should stay close to Evan in case…that…happens again before the lab is set up.”

Clark shook himself out of his thoughts and nodded in agreement. Lex promptly found himself dressed, Clark clothed and standing before him, laptop bag slung over his shoulder. With a laugh, Lex stood and stepped into the loop of Clark's open arms, letting him scoop him up with ease.

“Home, Jeeves.” Clark's chortle was still sounding in his ears when he set him down in the loft less than thirty seconds later. “Wow. And, I really need to stop being so amazed by you, it's very unbecoming of a Luthor.”

“Don't. I like amazing you. I like being able to shake you up like that.” Clark set Lex's laptop down and quickly made up the couch for Lex, setting a spare blanket at one end. “I like the way you look when I amaze you.”

Lex pulled Clark to him, leaning up to brush a quick kiss over his lips.

“How do I look?”

“Like you believe again. Goodnight, Lex.”

Another fleeting kiss, and a whoosh of air, and Lex was alone in the loft, a smile twisting his lips even as he shook his head.

“I never stopped believing in you, Clark.”

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20 Questions for Writers!

I was tagged by @ataliagold; thank you so much!! 💛🖤

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

45 at present.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

418,048 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now I write for Stranger Things, predominantly Steddie. From 2019 to summer of 2022, I was very deep in the Gotham fandom and wrote for that mostly (it's the thing that actually got me back into writing, and really into posting my work for the first time).

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

After School Special (Stranger Things)

Everything is Different the Second Time Around (Gotham)

The Second Hand Unwinds (Gotham)

Sights On Someone Else (Gotham)

Only Fools Rush In (Gotham)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I always do, even if it's just a quick thank you in response to extra kudos. Comments mean the world to me, one of my favorite parts of fandom is getting to interact with the community that way.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Easily The Punchline, which is a Gotham spin on the comic The Killing Joke. If you tackle Batman and Joker's relationship, there's bound to be some angst, and the Gotham backstory really adds an even more bittersweet twist.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my finished fics have happy endings 😂I'm a fluff girl primarily. Mer-May I Have This Kiss? which I co-wrote with @inkfowl has a very prototypical happily ever after ending, which I'm a sucker for. Honorable mention to my transfem Stevie fic Pretty in Pink, too, since that fic is basically fluff all the way through.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've got some weird spam-y comments on occasion (in at least one instance, from a person who did that to many others throughout the fandom), but thankfully no real hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! Haven't published much of it, although I'm hoping to complete something for the upcoming Stevie Week. By far my smuttiest fic is (I'm the New Cancer) Never Looked Better, You Can't Stand It which is nearly 20k of Penguin/Riddler suit porn.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've written some crossovers that exist within the same broader universe, so Gotham fics that draw on other Batman media, or my Smallville/Gotham crossover that also uses certain elements of broader DC comics canon. I'd like to write more, though! I've got an idea for school guidance counselor Steve meeting with teens in other supernatural dramas like Buffy, Supernatural, Teen Wolf, etc. No idea if I'll ever get around to it, but I think it would be fun.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! A few folks have asked to translate my Gotham fics. Always very flattered when people are interested in doing that.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

@inkfowl is my co-writing buddy in the Steddie fandom! We've done a lot of writing/roleplay together, including our long, ongoing Study Buddies series.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

My current favorite is, obviously, Steddie. Clex (Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, specifically in Smallville) was baby's first OTP and so will always hold a special place in my heart. And Sterek gets an honorable mention, too, as it had me in a chokehold in the fandom days of old and is one I remain extremely fond of.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you will?

I hope that the muses grant me inspiration at some point so I can go back to Wouldn't Catch You Hung Up on Somebody that You Used to Know which is my Gotham/Smallville fic with Clex, Batjokes, and a sprinkle of Superbat. I'm not in the frame of mind for it right now, but that fic is basically my ideal DC crossover future fic. I'm also holding out hope that I might get back to my sort of Legally Blonde college Steddie AU Better Than That, but that remains to be seen. I'll admit, I wasn't entirely certain where that fic was headed, so I would have to try and plot it out before picking it back up.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I would say I'm good at descriptions, particularly capturing visuals and setting tone/atmosphere. People also often compliment my ability to write banter between characters, which is something I definitely enjoy.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm so not a plot gal; I'm much more interested in just writing slice of life glimpses of characters or deepening character interactions, so I think I'm definitely weaker there. Also, while people have told me I'm good at making characters sound authentically in-character, I can really get in my head about that, which is a struggle at times.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'm woefully monolingual, so I would definitely be reluctant to do this unless I knew someone who spoke the language and was willing to help me out.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

If we're talking about the first ever fanfic I wrote in my notebooks as a preteen and never saw the light of day, then Disney Channel and other more obscure kids shows lol. The first fic I published to AO3 was for Teen Wolf.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Following trend, I'm gonna do top 5.

Only Fools Rush In, even though it remains unfinished, is my Gotham magnum opus, and I would be remiss not to mention it. It picks up right after the series ends (pre-finale flash forward) and continues the story from there. This was really a chance for me to explore a lot of the things left unsaid in the show proper.

Got Your Mother in A Whirl (She's Not Sure If You're A Boy Or A Girl) is the first Stranger Things fic I ever started wayyyyy back after Season 2 aired and was abandoned before evening finishing the first chapter for years until I got into the fandom again after Season 4. I'm very touched by the way people have responded to it and feel proud of how I captured Steve's feelings while discovering their genderfluidity (and in something I started long before I fully realized I was somewhere on the nb spectrum myself!). Plus, I got to write Stevie and Dustin's sibling dynamic, which is always a favorite of mine.

Got You By My Side This is just a sweet post-S4 one shot, but I feel like I really captured exactly what I wanted to about Steve and Eddie's newly forming relationship with it.

this gun's for hire, even if we're just dancing in the dark An alternate universe first meeting between Oswald and Ed in Gotham, and I'm honestly still pleased with the atmosphere and vibes I was able to capture with this one. It's also brimming with a particular brand of belligerent sexual tension that I live for.

you wanna feel how it feels? (let's exchange the experience) My Steddie bodyswap fic! This is a recent one and still very much ongoing/in the early stages. But it's a fic I've wanted to write for ages now, so I'm very excited to have it underway.

I'm no pressure tagging @eriquin @tinytalkingtina @formosusiniquis @lingeringmirth @momotonescreaming

@chierei @inkfowl @arcanemoody @afoxnamedmulder and anyone else who sees this and wants to join!

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