#Kon el x y/n

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

Please just stay with me tonight (and please don't let tomorrow come)

and I will do the best I can, with the little that I know - series masterlist here

pairing: tim drake x reader x conner kent

length: 1.2k

genre: fluff, comfort, light light angst

warnings: coming of age story babey. timmy and kon are trying so hard to grow up well. so is reader. they're falling in looove but they're all stupid

a/n: oh look another new verse cool cool cool

It's summer in Metropolis; the sun is beginning to set, slowing down over the horizon to bathe the world in a pink, hazy glow. You, Kon, and Tim are slouched on the couch of your new apartment, boxes piled high around the three of you.

"You know…" you begin, sagging against Tim.

"We can always unpack tomorrow," Kon finishes for you. You hum in agreement and roll your head over Tim's shoulder to look up at him.

"Yea," he huffs tiredly, "yea, I'm good with that."

"We should go out," you say, sitting up and ignoring the grumbled complaints of Kon as you jostle him where he was settling in against your shoulder. "The fair is best this time of day. Come on, please?" Kon and Tim exchange a love-struck glance as you look up at them - a glance that maybe you would notice if you weren't so busy pouting at them. A glance maybe the two of them would be aware of if they weren't so busy each trying to hide the fact that they're so in love with you.

"Alright," Tim says, pulling himself off the couch. "I'll figure out which of these boxes we put our boards in…"

By the time the three of you were skateboarding down to the boardwalk, you were all trying desperately not to think of the mess you'd left while you tore through boxes trying to find what you needed, and you were giggling quietly to yourself at the whole ordeal.

"Stop laughing like that," Kon says, but his voice gives away his own laughter, "it's not funny, we're going to have to clean that up later."

"Yea, yea," you say, waving your hand dismissively. "Tomorrow, though. Tonight I get to just eat funnel cakes and drink slushies until I can't stand anymore and need you to carry me home." Tim snorts at your words.

"Oh, yea, that's romantic," he says sarcastically, but neither he nor Kon misses the blush that spreads across your cheeks at his words, although you do your best to hide it as you pull up to the fair on your boards.

"Hmm, nope, not quite. Try again - you never know, maybe the eighth time it'll work," you comment lazily, taking a bite out of your funnel cake as you watch Tim and Kon fail spectacularly at one of the fair games.

"You try it then," Kon quips back, trying to shove the ball at you. You dodge him, though, moving to hide behind Tim.

"Nuh uh… they're rigged, Kon. That's why neither of you can win." You laugh as Tim scoffs at your words, snatching the ball from Kon and aiming at the stack of pins. 

"We'll win," he says stubbornly. When the ball misses yet again, he turns to you, hands on his hips. "How many of those have you eaten?"

"Beautiful subject change, Timmy. This is my last one, I promise," you say, curling your hand around Tim's elbow so that you can drag him away from the game, Kon following behind. "Here, Kon, help me finish this. It's almost dark out and we need slushies." Kon grins at you and takes the rest of the funnel cake from your hand, letting you continue to pull the two of them through the fair.

"Cheer up, Tim," he says, mouth full. "You know this next part is the best."

"You were right, Kon… this is the best." Tim's words are quiet, his eyes trained on the horizon where the last light of the sun dips over the water, blanketing the three of you in darkness. You rub your hand on your jeans, the condensation from your slushie making your fingers cold. 

"Aw, you getting all sentimental on us?" Kon croons, slushie straw still in his mouth as Tim scoffs and jostles his shoulder, mumbling a shut up under his breath. You lean back on your hands, feet swinging over the edge of the pier as you listen to the other two.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" You ask softly. The other two look at you.

"We said we'd do this when we all finally moved in together. We sat right here on this pier when we agreed that the next time we all met up in Metropolis, it would be to build a home together. Of course this is right," Tim says pointedly. You huff, keeping your eyes focused on the rippling water underneath the three of you, watching the way the waves hit the wooden supports and dissolve back into the darkness.

"No, I mean… are we doing the right thing? Like, being here, I mean, and - and doing all of this together… how do we know we're growing up right?" The two of them are silent in response, Tim frowning, eyes forward, while Kon stares intently at you. "I feel like we're standing on our own feet for the first time," you continue, "and if we trip ourselves up - or, even worse, if we trip one another up… I just - I don't know if we're doing this all wrong."

"I don't know if there's a right way to grow up," is Kon's quiet response, his voice more serious than you're used to. "I know that's… not the response you want. I know you take a lot of pride in squaring your shoulders and planting your feet and knowing that you're doing the right thing and headed in the right direction - and that's something I love about you. You always know… you know who you are and what you're doing and where you're going. Honestly, I… I really envied you for a while because of that. But… I think this might just take some stumbling. That's why we're doing it together - if you fall, we'll catch you. If one of us falls, you'll catch us. We've got each other." Kon smiles after his speech and you think, for a brief moment, that the sun's come out again, reversed time just to shine on you one last time before you're all adults. But it's just Kon - Kon with his sunshine smile and unwavering faith. Kon, with his feet planted so firmly and his posture so steady - and you realize that you envy him for the very thing that he envies about you. Funny how that works.

"What if we do trip one another up?" Tim says, hands clenched in his lap. "What if you're right and when one of us stumbles, we just take the other two down with us?" You reach over at Tim's words - at the tense strain in his voice, and tangle your hand in his so that you can silently coax his fingers to relax.

"Maybe Kon's right…" you say softly. "I'm sure we will mess up. We'll make mistakes and we'll argue and then we'll make up again. None of this is going to be perfect - we're not perfect, despite our best efforts. Maybe it's time we learn to make some mistakes." You smile gently, squeezing Tim's hand in your own. Kon grins at your declaration and Tim sighs, tipping his head back to stare up at the sky, the stars beginning to shine ever so slightly through the haze of the city lights.

"Yea…" he says wistfully. "Maybe it is time for us to learn how to make some mistakes."

[keenzinemugstudent]

Superman x witch fem black reader x Superboy! Our future? Part 1!

You come back from a mission only to meet a boy who claims to be your son?!

After your mission with Flash which was an epic win! After going back in time to help stop an ancient Egyptian pharaoh from destroying world you just wanted to turn in your report go home and watch TV and rest but life had another plan for you today!

"When you use that spell on that other guy and had him hallucinating that he was fighting in his underwear was absolutely hilarious Y/H/N! (Your Hero Name)

"Right? Like he didn't see that coming! I do feel bad for the poor guy tho." We entered the Batcave as we got closer we could hear three people talking I saw Batman and Superman an unfamiliar face. It was a boy well more like a teenager he had blue jeans, black combat boots with a black shirt when he turned around I can see the Superman symbol and for some reason you had this pull towards him and he looked strangely familiar?

"Hey guy's! We're back it took a while you know with the whole space-time thing but we're fine, we made it got the job done so uh who's the new guy new face looks pretty young to join the Justice League don't you think?" Flash says. Superman looked at me I gave him a small wave to say hello but he just gave an awkward smile looking pass you. It was weird he usually doesn't do that, something must have happened you turned your attention back to the teenager who was looking at you with his eyes glossing over like he was close to crying?

"Since when do we allow fans into the batcave?" I asked hands on my hips I had got a good look at his face better and to your surprise he looked kind of like Clark? Before you could say anything the boy ran towards you with such speed nearly knocked you over he pulled you into a big bear hug almost like he was too scared to let you go everyone just stood watching the scene Bruce stood with a blank face, Superman stood there with an uneasy look while Flash was just as confused as you were with what was going on.

"Your here! I made it just in time!" The boy says into your shoulder you honestly didn't know what the heck was going on but something in you felt a connection to this unknown boy. You hug him back rubbing his back he pulled back flustered.

"Uh hi?" I say with a confused smile.

"H-hi! I mean I'm sorry for uh hugging you I just got really excited!" The boy said with a nervous smile geez even his smile is like Clark's!

"That's fine hon just uh be careful next time you wanna hug someone. You nearly knocked me off my feet!" You say hitting his shoulder. He smiled but was still flustered, you got a better look he was definitely a spitting image of Clark but only a tad bit kid had some muscle on him that's for sure but what really caught your attention was his eye's they were Y/E/C (your eye color)you put a hand on his cheek making him flinch a bit from your warm touch.

"That's funny your eyes..." Before you could finish Flash cut you off sliding over next to you and the kid.

"Can someone explain what and who this boy is please?" Flash says looking the kid up and down, Batman looked towards Superman who looked back shaking his head Batman looked towards the boy who looked back nodding than turned at you nervous.

"Um so first I'm really happy to meet you and second please don't freak out when I tell you this but I'm Kon-el."

"Oh so you are Kryptonian! Another cousin you failed to tell us about Superman?" I asked jokingly but he just looked at you awkwardly with a tiny blush, okay what the heck is wrong with him? You just turned your attention back to the young man.

"Well it's very nice to meet you Kon-el the minute I saw you I knew you were somehow related to Superman. You are just as handsome as the man of steel himself!" You say with a smile he blushed at your words while Superman also looked flustered by you calling him handsome.

"Thanks...mom."

I froze the smile on my face slowly dropping I heard Flash gasped while Bruce and Clark stared at your face waiting for reaction the boy looked at you with a bit of concern but the only thing you could do was just stand in shock looking between the boy and Superman who was still waiting for your reaction but you let out a simple small confused "Huh?" before everything went black.

Clark's POV

Before anyone else could react Y/n eyes rolled in the back of her head luckily I had caught her in time. Conner I mean Superboy started to panic kneeling to the ground along side me.

"I-i'm sorry it just slipped out!" I just gave him a small understandable look.

"It's fine Superboy she's okay just in shock."

Not that you blame her I nearly had the same reaction I was in metropolis when Bruce had gave me the call saying that it was urgent I rushed over only to find Batman holding a teenage boy at gun point (it was a kryptonite gun) at first I was confused and concerned until Batman told me that the boy claimed to be mine and Y/H/N son which of course was hard to believe because I was in a relationship with Lois even though we've been having issues and Y/n had no interest in dating (at least that's what I was told by Diana) and we were only close friends nothing more nothing less. At least that's what I thought until the boy in front of me claimed to be our child and he needed the Justice League's help. Of course me and Bruce had doubts but I could see that he did resembled me a bit only he didn't have my blue eyes but had Y/E/C (your eye color) that's when the boy who called himself Superboy told Bruce to look in his back jean pocket and that there was a picture to prove it of course Batman did in to our surprise it was a picture of me and Y/n who was laying in a hospital bed, a beautiful but tired smile on her face and was holding a newborn baby, at the bottom of the photo it read "Welcome to the world our little miracle child Connor Kent" I had to hold on to something because I felt faint, Bruce held my shoulder trying to help me stand on my feet.

I had a son? the son of Superman and Y/H/N...we had a son?!

it just it sounded so...right??? I shouldn't be saying or thinking such things because I'm in a relationship with Lois but recently we've been having issues especially about how she feels about Y/n which just make this whole situation worse!

Just as Connor was trying to explain how he got here that was when Barry and Y/n entered the cave back from their mission, which brings us back to the present with me holding Y/h/n in my arms and Connor looking very concerned for his future mother.

"She did say she was tired after using so much magic and the shock of meeting Superboy I guess was too much for her body." Barry says arms crossed, I picked Y/n up bridal style then turn to looked at Bruce.

"I'll take care of this you call the other's." I say before walking out with Conner not far behind. Today has been tiring for everyone.

To be continued this and AU where Conner isn't a Clone between Lex and Clark but you and Superman's son idea I had while working 🤷‍♀️

Here part 2!

[intriq]

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Character: Conner Kent/Kon-El

Theme: Angst with a happy ending [for fucking once]

Word Count: 555

spindle tree; your charms are engraved on my heart

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It's insane how long Conner has liked you. It practically drives himself and others up the wall with how he's insistent on the fact you deserve better than him, some clone of Superman.

He's liked you since he first saw you, and you've liked him since.. Well, since you also first saw him. But somehow you just can't seem to notice that he likes you back.

Truth be told there was no chance he couldn't like you. All it took was for you to say a few words and he was swooning for you. Every word you spoke he committed to memory. Just a few brief encounters with you at first and his heart was yours.

But he still felt as if he didn't deserve you.

Yes, maybe he hits on you and just about everyone else [totally not you more than others]. But it's just him being friendly, right? That's what you so desperately tell yourself.

It's what your convinced of when you finally work up the courage to confess to him, pouring your feelings out with a stumbled speech. He's just being friendly, because he rejects you.

Truth be told, Conner likes you. He really, really does, don't get him wrong. But he thinks you deserve better. After all, he's nothing more than some clone of Superman. You deserved a real person. Not whatever he was.

Conner's convinced he did you right, turning you away. He's convinced he's done the right thing by swallowing his feelings down to send you off to love someone else. Distracts himself with going on random dates with others, even though you are all that is on his mind the entire time.

He's convinced of that until one day he's talking with Tim one day. The conversation eventually turns to you, and gods the look Conner has on his face when Tim talks about having heard you have Hanahaki Disease, he's rising to his feet.

He's already practically folded by the time he's seen you. Regretting those stupid fucking words when he'd rejected you. For your own good, really? That was so stupid, he thinks. He rejected you for you to find someone better, and instead you're dying because you still like him.

Instead of going to your apartment door like any normal person, he instead lands himself on your balcony, knocking on your sliding glass door. And the moment you open the doors he's got his arms wrapped around you, babbling numerous apologies.

Because god, he can't stand the thought of you dying over some stupid feelings you've got for him. And he likes you too, he's just convinced you deserve someone else. But hey, if your going to be stubborn, then maybe he should take the chance to be a little selfish.

"I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't mean it, I swear. I do like you, I really do. So please, don't die over me rejecting you because I think and know you deserve better than someone like me. Maybe let me take you out? Maybe a dinner date or something?"

And how could you say no, when he's asking so nicely?

How could you say no when he's practically on his knees, begging by the time he's done talking?

Of course, you two get a happy ending. One that you both deserve, no doubt.

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[geowrites03]

Kisses

Conner Kent x Reader

Summary: Literally just Conner Kent being needy because i wanted to write a tiny drabble.

“Oh, come on, are you seriously going to get upset because of a joke? I’m sorry!” He rolled his eyes at me and got up to leave. I tried to stop him from getting but he seemed pretty persistent on getting up so I laid back down and rolled over facing the wall. “Fine then, goodbye.”

“Bye.” He opened and closed the door but I knew he was still here. I try to hide my smile from him when he hugs me from behind and kisses my neck. I laugh and cover my face so he couldn’t attack it with smaller kisses. “Move your hands.”

“No!” It came out with little giggles all while being muffled by smushing my hands into my face to keep him from lifting them away. He was trying to be gentle and not use his super strength. He managed to leverage two fingers from each of my hands off of my face before I turned and buried my head in a pillow.

He pulled the pillow out from under my face and turn it so he could kiss me. I finally sat up and faced him. He was quick to cup my cheeks and give me a final peck on the lips. “Happy now Conner?”

“Very.” He chuckled and pulled me down with him to lie down on his chest.

[dickmedowndc]

Storming in the Streets - Conner "Kon" Kent x Reader

Word Count: 1,863

Summary: Kon sees someone under a shop awning – while a storm rages around them. Thinking they may need to get to their destination dry, he offers his jacket to help them. Too bad the storm has other plans. 

Notes: I have never written for Kon before. Also, this was technically my first attempt in years writing an “x reader” but I was only ever motivated to write it when there was a literal summer storm going on outside.

Part II here

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“Hey, are you alright?” 

At the sound of the voice behind you, your head whips around – not the best decision considering how tired you are and the way it seems to make the world spin despite your body remaining rooted where you stand. It takes another minute before you remember you were asked a question, and the man in front of you is waiting patiently for your answer. You squint, assessing the situation before you decide to answer. “I’m alright.” 

“You’ve been standing here for the last, like, 15 minutes, do you need any help?” 

Before you even get the chance to answer there is a crack of thunder above you, drowning out any words you may speak. There is a simple word on the tip of your tongue: no. No, you do not need any help, thank you. But that would be a lie – you’re dead on your feet, with too many bags to drag behind you and into your apartment during a raging storm. The storm would be fine on a regular day – but you’re already bone tired and the thought of water seeping through your clothes is an unpleasant one at best. Finally finding your voice, you give him an answer. “Honestly, I’m not sure that I can get all these bags back to my apartment. Not without something breaking.” 

He seems to think for a moment, and somewhere in the back of your mind something says he looks familiar. You find it on the tip of your tongue and then he flashes a smile and just like that the thought it gone. “I can help you carry them back,” he shrugs, standing a little straighter and that same smile plastered on his face, “if you’d like the help.” 

You need the assistance, really, and with the sun starting to set your options are dwindling as is. But inviting a stranger back to your apartment is certainly not in the top 10 list of ‘best ideas’ and you know that much. Your apprehension must have shown because the stranger’s voice breaks you from your thoughts once more. 

“I can give you my name, and you can send a picture to someone you know, to be on the safe side if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

You hum for a moment, thinking it over. “Y/N.” 

“Kon – well, Conner. But everyone calls me Kon.” He shifts closer as you pull out your phone, still waiting patiently. Once more you ignore the feeling of familiarity, instead turning your back to him and holding the camera up for a selfie – some morbid part of your mind chimes you may as well have an updated photo if you go missing. If it bothers him, he says nothing about it. Instead, he gives a charming smile, long enough for you to take the picture and send it off to one of your friends, before slipping the device back into your pocket. 

Turning back to him, you already have a few of the bags on your arms. “I can grab a few more really quick.” Rather than reach for a bag, you find him taking off his jacket instead before stepping closer, draping it over your shoulders. 

“Don’t worry, I can carry the rest of them,” he assures, picking them up before you have a moment to protest. It takes you longer than you care to admit for your brain to reboot, and when it does, you’re flustered. Enough so he notices because his charming smile is threatening to give way to an amused smirk. You can see it in his eyes. 

“Don’t you need your jacket though? It’s raining.” 

“I think you could use it more right now.” 

He says it like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and the thought of staying somewhat dry is too compelling. Enough so that you set your bags down so you can properly slip the jacket on instead. 

“Thank you,” you murmur, gathering your bags back up. You swear they’re lighter than they were just a moment ago – enough to notice – and you think he may have more bags on his arm than he did before you were distracted. You decided not to ask about it. Making your way out into the rain, with him following, you are determined to reach your apartment before you end up looking like a wet cat. Especially with the attractive guy walking beside you. 

It is 5 minutes into the walk, you’re already wet, and so is Kon – not that you mind too much with the way his shirt is clinging to him – but you do feel a bit bad about it. Luckily, you can see your apartment building just ahead. “We’re almost there, it’s that one, with the crumpled sign next to it.” 

“See, and nothing bad happened just because I’m not wearing a jacket.” 

The absolute confidence in his voice makes you laugh and you turn to look at him. “Careful, we haven’t made it there yet.” 

“I am 100% promising you that we’ll make it inside alright.” 

“What, you wanna bet on it?” 

“Let’s make it a bet.” 

And as if the world had the same sense of humor as you, or was determine to prove Kon wrong, a car came screeching past you. Being on the sidewalk, neither of you paid too much attention to it, until it hit the large puddle of standing water as it came rushing up on you. 

Faster to react than you, Kon turned his back to the wall of water that came crashing down, shielding you and the bags you had both been carrying to the best of his ability. 

Freeing one of your hands and wiping the water out of your eyes you looked back up at Kon who now stood soaked to the bone. Grinning, and unable to help yourself, you quip up at him, “I think I won the bet.” 

He stops and looks at you for a moment, seeming to process your words before a smile breaks out across his face and he laughs. “Yeah, alright, you win this one.” 

“Come on, I can get you a towel when we get inside.” You pick your bags back up before ushering him forward. As if the rain had not been trying its hardest, the car had certainly soaked him enough. You had to stifle a laugh, careful not to compare him to a wet kitten the way he looked beside you now. 

Ignoring the annoyed glare from the lobby receptionist, the pair of you headed straight for the elevator which remained empty thankfully. You manage to reach the front door of your apartment with ease, fishing your keys out of your pocket before halfway stumbling inside, your arms already tired from the bags you had been hauling before letting the majority of them hit the floor with a thunk, the delicate bags (which you had made sure to hold onto) being set on the table instead. Kon followed your lead, still dripping a small ocean’s worth of water onto your hardwood floor. Cringing at the thought of waiting longer, and feeling cold yourself you asked him to stay put for a moment before you vanished into the bathroom, reemerging with a towel. “You can get dried off if you want, and there are some extra towels. First door on the right.” 

A look of relief shone through and he mumbled a quick thank you, carefully taking the towel before disappearing into the bathroom. 

Discontent with leaving it at that, you scamper off to find your clean laundry, knowing you had to have some clothes that may fit him. You had enough comfy, oversized shirts and sweats. Now on a mission, you dug through what you had, ignoring the nagging that reminded you that you would have to clean it back up later. Finally, you got a hold of a pair of pants and a shirt, one you’re guessing will be able to fit him. Content with the choice you make your way back down the hall and knock on the door, Kon opening it just enough to peak out at you. 

“I figured it’s not much good to get dry and then get back into soaked clothes. I think these should fit you just fine.” 

“Thanks again – but are you sure?” 

“Well, I also appreciate my floor not turning into a pool, so yes.” 

With a hum of agreement, he took the clothes from you and shut the door again. 

Satisfied, you threw your own towel over your shoulders and cleared one of the bags out so he could put his soaked clothes inside, fishing out an umbrella as well. No sense in giving him clean clothes only to get soaked again on his walk back home. When you hear the door open you look up and meet his eyes and find your breath catching in your throat. 

He looked good – and maybe you had misjudged the size of the clothes, but you were not about to complain, you reasoned, when he stepped out. 

Flustered, you handed the umbrella over to him. 

“Oh, my thanks for saving you from the wall of water?” 

You laugh despite yourself at his joke, seeing the amused grin on his face growing at your response. “Something like that, yeah.” 

The next few minutes were spent gathering his things, assuring him once more you would be alright without the umbrella. Though he seemed more than happy to leave it with you, you wanted him to stay at least a little dry while he made his way back out. Finally ready, the pair of you shuffled to the door, with you lingering in the threshold as he turned back around – now standing in the apartment's hallway. 

Maybe it was your eyes playing tricks on you, but you could almost swear he looked flustered for a moment before he was brandishing that same confident smile once more. “Maybe I could give you my number then – so I can return the umbrella later.” 

Taking the dive and rocking on the balls of your feet you shot back, “maybe we could get a coffee together too?” 

You decided then and there that the sun would cower in shame if it ever saw the way he lit up at your question. “I was hoping we could,” he chimed handing his phone over with a new contacts page open. 

You put your name and number in before handing the device back. 

“I should get going now though. I'm sure you have things to do and I have some errands to finish.” 

“Feel free to message and we can talk a bit later.” 

“Oh, I will. I’ll talk to you later.” He winked, pulling another laugh from you, before turning to make his way back outside into the storm. 

Content with all that had happened, you bounded back inside, making sure to lock the door behind you before looking for your phone – you needed to let your friend know you were okay, or you would never hear the end of it. 

Unlocking the device, you almost choked on air when you see the text notification: 

1 unread message: ‘IS THAT SUPERBOY?!?!’ 

[redhead-batgal]

Type: One-Shot (possibly more)

Pairing: Regency! Reader x Regency! Kon Kent

AU: Regency

Word Count: 2,625

Content: regency terms, flashback, fluff and some kind of angst

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Some of the most damaging things in this life have to deal with our emotions, what we can control and what we can’t. Things that are completely and totally out of our own control, tend to be the things that ruin us, completely and utterly shatter us.

And something about the way that shattering somehow hurts and is so addictive at the same time can drive many insane. How your heart splitting and your soul crying can co-exist with the need for more, more of it, the thing that almost destroyed you, yet you couldn’t help but crave more.

More of the pain and more of the love you were feeling as your world became nothing more than dust and ash around you. Because after all, you got to feel it again, one last time before you’d never get to feel it again.

In the end, love was a poison, drug- a death sentence and a savior all the same. Because it could build you up and break you down. Love hurts as much as it helps. Because after everything is over, you only get to love once… right?

While it was a bit unusual for ladies to be friends with gentlemen, it did not stop you from befriending two of the most popular gentlemen of the seasons… well at least you had befriended one of them before the last season began, it allowed you to have a genuine friendship despite dozens of other ladies they could have been courting. 

But now that you were an adult officially, now that you were eligible for marriage they might go running.  After all they were only your friends because you weren’t eligible right? Now that their previously younger ineligible friend was eligible, did that mean they were going to abandon you and start courting girls they were romantically interested in?

After all, your mother said it was what was going to happen. They saw the unladylike you and could never see you as a possible bride or wife. You were a friend… a little sister, nothing more and it stung.

Stung deeply as the feelings that were brewing in you grew stronger. The letters you shared with the two always made you feel giddy. Timothy was your childhood friend; the older brother you wished you had had. He made you laugh and smile and made you feel safe.

But his best friend… your friend Kon… your heart yearns for something more. Something beyond friendship and something that was so inconceivable considering how you acted.

So, to protect yourself-your family and… and your heart you began to avoid them. Rarely replying to letters with bland responses and lies. You didn’t join them at the parties their families invited you too in the freezing months before the season.

Trapped in your home with your mother's rules and lessons nearly suffocated you but she was right. Gentlemen would never want to marry a girl like you, they want ladies, and you couldn’t become a spinster… it would ruin your family, it would destroy you. You couldn’t. So, you let her lessons become actual lessons rather than mumblings you tuned out.

So, when spring came, when the earth was warmed by the sun and vibrant buds bloomed with petals of various colors you begged to go out. Your mother was distracted with planning party after party and event after event with other mothers and you were able to slip out with just your maid as an escort.

The park gardens were colorful and fresh, making the brilliant blue skies pop as the lush green bushes holding delicate flowers painted the grounds. You loved the gardens; they were usually empty and so pretty. Trees lined pathways creating shadows for you to play in, relishing those few moments you had left to act like a girl before the season started and you officially became a lady.

“My lady,” Your maid began scurrying after you as you hopped from shadow to shadow, “Please take your parasol, the mistress would be so upset if all the months inside went to waste, and your cheeks were flushed with the freckles.”

You paused, sighing for a moment before turning back towards her with a half-smile on your face. The brim of your hat hanging low to cover your sagging brows but not to hide your eyes.

“Fine, fine. I will use the parasol… though I still believe it’s better as a weapon than a sun shield.”

Your maid laughed and you began walking towards her to retrieve the parasol when you noticed two gentlemen quite a way behind you. You paused as your maid passed the parasol into your hand watching them. It took you barely a moment to recognize the loosened cravat around one of their necks and the red and yellow edge cravat around the other one.

Intaking sharply, you spun around, and your maid blinked. Forcing a smile on your face you quickly popped the parasol and hid yourself behind it. They couldn’t see you or they’d want to talk, and you couldn’t talk.

Continuing to move down the path though more normally now and a tad slower you kept the parasol blocking anyone passing’s view. They probably didn’t notice you, you were fine, how could they? In this dress and hat you were practically unrecognizable from that far away. You took in a breath though, when the sound of fast footsteps echoed in your ears. You almost stopped when you saw a small child-a little girl in a colored dress racing by you.

A smile sprung to your face, and you let out the sigh of relief… just a moment too soon.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the Lady Y/N L/N.” A startling familiar voice echoed into your ears.

It reminded you of the crackling fire in the fireplace, the smell of ink and parchment-it reminded you of a meeting that had happened barely a year before.

The library reeked of firewood, and you were basking in it. Timothy Drake-Wayne sat in a seat across from you flipping through a sketch book of yours. He would hum and smile before flipping the page. You knew it was because he was noticing the detailed drawings you had done of the most peculiar scenes. His siblings mid-fight, one of his brothers falling from a tree, another getting yelled at by a lady, yet another hiding on the roof a book in hand and yet another perched on a hill scribbling in a notebook so eerily familiar to your own. And finally, an image of him flying in his family lake.

“These are stunning, Y/N.” He remarked softly and you smiled, pulling your knees to your chest.

You were in your nightgown, your dressing gown hanging limply off of your shoulders, squished in a chair right next to the fireplace. Outside snow softly fell signally the last of winter before spring came. This would be considered one of the first of the season's events, you knew it was supposed to be an honor your family was hosting it but honestly being locked away upstairs while music and laughter and the smell of delicious food drifted up you got bored and frustrated quickly.

Hiding in the library you worked on one of your most recent sketches, an image of Tim’s sisters spinning around in lavish ball gowns with each other. You had been present for a brief moment of dance lessons and envied them.

However, hearing the door creak open and laughter and music slip into the room only to see your childhood friend scramble in, confused you. You gave him a look and tilted your head before blinking.

“Crazy mamas?” You asked and he nodded.

You smiled and gestured to the seat across from you. Not long later, Tim sat your sketchbook in hand examining all of your sketches.

“I was thinking,” You began capturing his attention, “of doing one of all of you for Al-Mr. Alfred’s birthday. Do you think he’d appreciate it?”

Tim nodded before closing your book and reaching over to hand it back to you.

“That sounds like a fantastic idea Y/N.”

Your fingers had just closed around the book when you heard the door swing open and a slight snarl entered the room. You blinked and Tim sighed, causing you to look at him. Pulling your book against your chest you fidgeted, moving your dressing gown around so nothing really showed.

“Tim!” A voice bellowed “Tim you traitor! Where are you?” You took a breath and suddenly a young man appeared in the tiny hallway. He pointed at Tim, his blue eyes shining as he bounced towards him.

“So, this is where you were hiding, you traitorous bastard!”

You blinked and the man hopped over so he was laying across the seat next to Tim. He looked strange; he was wearing a fine suit, but it was disheveled. His cravat loose and sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, his jacket was nowhere in sight, and you blinked. He looked familiar, maybe it was the dark hair or the eyes you didn’t know. However, he was being rude, and he did just throw himself onto your chair.

“Timothy,” you began, causing the man to finally look at you, “my dear friend I hadn’t any idea you were… how did he put it? Oh yes, a bastard. I’m startled to discover this! After many many years of friendship, I was unaware! Were you ever going to enlighten me of this-this drastic matter?”

Tim blinked and you raised an eyebrow at him almost smiling and he cracked. Snorts and chortles escaped from him as he bent over trying his hardest to muffle the sound. The man looked at you and looked you over with a smile on his face.

“And who are you, my lady? I do not believe we’ve been introduced.” Tim snorted some more before swatting at his friend, “Leave her alone Kon, she doesn’t want to know you.”

‘Kon’ looked at your eyes glimmering with something as his smile grew, "I do believe that is up to her to decide. Is it not my lady?”

“It’s just Y/N,” You said, “I’m not technically a lady till next season I’m afraid.”

Kon leaned forwards looking you over again and you raised an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then why in all of the ton is Timothy hiding here with you?”

You blinked coming back into the present as Kon’s sly smile burned into your mind sending your heart racing.

Looking to your sides you found the two of them flanking you. Kon and Tim- no no. Mr. Kent and Mr. Drake-Wayne. Your mother’s eight months of lessons would not go to waste in less than five seconds. 

You tried a polite smile; you had spent hours practicing to be just right. Not too wide but also not too closed. Not too sweet but not too cold. Not too inviting but also not a frown.

Those hours, days… months of training were supposed to help prepare you to mingle and be ready to be married. However, the mere thought of forgetting everything and making a fool of yourself and your family sent your breath skittering. Because of this your nerves ran hotter in your veins then your blood did.

“Mr. Drake-Wayne, Mr. Kent.”  You nodded slightly as you pulled your parasol closer to you and took a step away from them.

He was far too close... To close because you wanted him that close. To see his smile and hear his laugh. To just be around him… it was certainly not lady-like and certainly not proper!

“Mr. What and what? I do beg your pardon Y/N since when did we get so distant that you started addressing us formally?” Kon asked, leaning in towards you.

Your cheeks heated and you closed your eyes for just a moment as your mother's words echoed into your ears over and over again.

Proper ladies refer to gentlemen by their formal names, not their christen ones. Proper ladies do not have friendships with gentlemen they have courtships, proper ladies-

“Leave her alone Kon, she’s just being polite.” Tim remarked, shooting a slight glare at Kon, “How are you doing Miss. L/N?”

Taking in a breath you smiled and turned towards Tim acknowledging him as more of your mother's rules blared in your mind. Proper ladies do not civilize with improper men, proper ladies only reply to men who are proper in return, proper ladies are quiet, proper ladies only interact with men who are possible suitors…Where was that damned maid you brought along as an escort? Wasn’t she supposed to be stepping in, in a situation like this?

“I have been doing fine, thank you for asking Mr. Drake-Wayne. How have you been?”

Tim blinked in surprise as if what you said shocked him… which it might have. There may or may not have been a running joke in which the two of you would pretend to be “higher class” and greet each other as such. Years of familiarity and afternoons of playing royalty drilled this joke in further. Kon however, was not surprised, just frustrated.

“Y/N, stop acting so snobby. You aren’t like this.”

Something alit in your chest, while he wasn’t entirely wrong, it annoyed you to think he had any say in who you were… or who he thought you were. Your heart may care for him, but he had no idea what you had been doing these past months. He didn’t know you… he didn’t! Turning towards him you smiled bitterly and leaned in.

“Who says you have an idea who I am? We just became friends last year after all.”

Kon suddenly had a smirk on his face, and he leaned in towards you, much to Tim’s protest, so close that your noses were nearly touching. Looking his face over you saw the clear mask begin to fade.

“Why because, my dear Y/N, you are my most precious ruby.”

Heat flooded your cheeks as a faint memory brush to the front of your mind. You pushed it back and sighed, shaking your head. Causing a look of confusion to fold across Kon’s face. There was a retort, a brilliantly witty one that could get Kon back and still make you seem refined.

“How unfortunate you said that.”

Stepping away from him with something burning in your chest you tried your hardest to focus on something else. Hoping that Kon or even Tim would question your reaction. You burned to use the retort to sound so classy and dignified and so fierce.

“And” Kon began, much to your relief, “why is that?”

Smiling, you took a step forward reaching towards his loosened cravat. Fingers pulling up, you looked in his eyes smiling.

“Because to another man, I’d be considered a diamond.”

Tim suddenly burst into a coughing fit, and you caught his eye. Only to see him trying his hardest to force back a smile that had begun on his face. Meanwhile Kon stood in front of you, his eyes wide and his cheeks… well you must have been imagining something because his cheeks appeared to be pink. A light flush clear, Kon blinked visibly swallowing before you gave Tim a slight curtsy and turned to leave. Head raised high, your heart racing even faster in your chest, you caught your maid’s eye.

The two of you began to walk away when you paused and turned back, tilting your parasol just enough they could see your face and you could still see Kon’s astonished one.

“I do hope you enjoy the rest of your day Mr. Drake-Wayne… oh and you too Mr. Kent.”

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[gatorbites-imagines]

can u do a spin-off with dom male x connor kent from the wally fanfic !! also i love ur writing sm u feed the male community so well 🫶🏼

Conner Kent/Kon-El x kryptonian male reader

I am literally so sorry its taken me so fucking long to write this request, tumblr has been a whole mess with my inbox and regularly doesn’t show requests and sometimes does show them, tumblr also likes eating my requests for some reason.

Reader has a human name and a kryptonian name, so I just picked one for him since it isn’t super important.

Conner Kent and (Y/N), Kon-El and Tor-Kez. A clone and a full blooded kryptonian. You had come to earth from another universe that had ended, and your parents had hoped you would live a happy life somewhere else, so you were dumped in this one. In the beginning many had been cautious of you, because you were young and too powerful, when you joined Young Justice, you had rivalled Superman himself in strength, and they had only grown as you aged.

Jor-Els AI had explained you were of a higher caste of kryptonian, the Kez clan known for their power and beauty. Conner had always felt lacking standing by your side, as he was nothing but a clone that Kal-El seemed to want nothing to do with. The Kez clan hadn’t shared the same opinion on clones as the rest of krypton, so in the beginning you had tried to befriend Conner and teach him about your shared heritage.

You had been young when you were sent away, so you had never learned much about compatibility, or the draw one felt when they found their perfect half. The two of you both felt drawn to one another, a deep need to be around each other ringing deeply in your chests and very souls. But Conner dealt with a lot of anger, and your relationship became short and snippy as you both butted heads quite a lot. It was like watching two young male lions snapping at each other and trying to lay claim on an area as their own.

As years passed you and Conner didn’t grow closer, though the want in your chest growing from just a need to be near each other to a deep gut warming lust. Your first wet dream was about Conner, and Conners mind always went to you when he was pleasuring himself. You were both addicted to the others scent, regularly stealing clothes and dirty laundry. You regularly showed off to each other during missions or training, like a pair of peacocks showing off their feathers in hopes of attracting a mate. It was Megan who made this observation to your teammates, which then ended up becoming a regular thing they said, that you two were peacocking again.

It was late when you returned from a solo mission, having been sent on it alone as you were strong enough to complete it without issue. You could hear that all your teammates were asleep, or most were, it seemed like Conner was still awake and his heartbeat was raised, but you just scoffed and tried not to think about why his heartrate was higher in the middle of the night. It was harder than you liked to admit to force away the images of Conner pleasuring himself and calling out your name.

As you neared the locker room to clean up and change, a scent caught your nose and the want in your chest grew stronger, lust immediately pooling in your gut. It was the most delicious thing you had ever smelt, lust and musk filling your senses and leading you like a dog on a leash. As you entered the locker room you saw what had drawn you like a man under a spell.

There was Conner, naked as the day he was taken out of his pod, seated on one of the benches you regularly found in locker rooms like this one. He seemed completely lost in his own world as he almost desperately jerked his hard cock, the action created loud slick noises as his hips jolted off the wood of the bench and up into his fist. In his other hand he was holding something to his face, huffing it like it was a drug he needed to live.

You were able to clear your want filled brain enough to look closer at what he was holding, and it finally clicked when you recognized the colours. It was a pair of your boxers, the very pair you had thrown into the wash the other day. The want in your chest seemed to unfurl like a flower, heat pooling in your gut as the crotch of your hero suit grew extremely uncomfortable.

A deep rumble echoed from your chest, your hands digging into the doorway enough to leave finger sized indents as you started panting through your mouth, trying your hardest to taste the way Conners scent had filled the room. Conners head snapped in your direction, his pupils blown wide and hair a mess. The hand around his cock hadn’t stopped moving, he actually seemed to tighten his grip and quicken it as he noticed you looking.

Conner made a rumble in return to your own, his own kryptonian wants seeming to overpower him the same way it had you. He keened loudly as you were upon him like a wild beast, picking him up like he weighed nothing and slamming him up against the lockers, which creaked loudly and dented under your shared weight. Your lips met in a wild wet display, tongues clashing and teeth biting. He gave some fight for dominance, but as you grabbed his ass and spread him open so you could grind your still clothed cock against his hole the fight seemed to melt right out of you.

It was hard to tell how long you stood there humping each other, spit dribbling down your chins and covering Conners pecs and making them shiny and oh so enticing. Unable to resist you disconnected the kiss and attached your lips to his nipples, sucking at them like a starving baby finally given milk. His back arched and his thighs spread open wide, his weight only held by the grip you had on his ass. You couldn’t tell what language either of you were speaking, if it was English, kryptonian or something third, but he begged and keened for you. The want and need for each other was maddening, for it wasn’t just lust but something much deeper, so deep it felt like your souls were grasping at the other and intertwining.

Conner was soon thrown over the bench, his chest meets the wood, though he didn’t have much time to complain about your connection disappearing as you quickly found your mouth upon his hole. The noises Conner made couldn’t be classified as human, loud keens and purrs coming from deep in his chest, from an organ human didn’t possess, his hands gripping the bench hand enough to snap off part of the wood.

The crotch of your suit is soaked as you drip large amounts of precum in your briefs, your tongue running wet circles around Conners hole and burying itself in the tight pucker, spit running down the clone’s taint and down his balls. Conner can’t help but reach back and grab your hair, looking over his shoulder and arching his back at the sight you make, so deeply taken with eating him out and spreading him open.

A puddle of precum gathers under you as Conners length drips like a faucet, even without either of you touching it he feels like he’s about to burst. And he does when you sink two fingers inside him, Conner letting out a loud wail as he spills all over the floor, the puddle between his legs growing even larger and messier.

A loud pleased growl rings from your chest, the scent of your partner being satisfied only making you feel hotter, the want in your chest brightening even further. Quickly finishing in stretching Conner you scamper to your feet, not even feeling patient enough to take your suit off in the way it meant too. The sound of ripping fabric is heard as you tear your suit from the neck and down, the material catching around your knees as you push it down.

Conner moans as the smell of your musk and lust hits him, his hard length giving a spurt of arousal as his need for you grows even stronger, he wants you in every way, be it love and lust. Grabbing your length around the base you lead it to his hole, shivering in anticipation as you push it inside, groaning from deeply in your chest as the feeling of rightness fills you at being with Conner like this. The man under you moans, his eyes rolling back as he pushes his hips back to get you in further.

It takes a while for you to bottom out seeing as you are kryptonian, it means you are very big in a way that would make it hard for anyone to take you, but not Conner, its like he’s made for you. Your balls rest against his taint and Conner looks over his shoulder at you, his face flushed and sweaty in a way you wouldn’t normally see on a kryptonian.

Leaning down you place your hands on either side of him, digging your fingers into the bench to grip, and start thrusting. Had it been any other time you two might have thought of staying quiet, but the feeling of perfect and right that connects you being like this muffles the world around you. Your lips meet in a wet kiss as your hips speed up, the bench creaking in complaint at your powerful movements.

You both cum like this, Conner spilling even more on the floor as you fill him up until its dripping out of him, and mutually you moan loud enough it wouldn’t be a surprise if it woke all your teammates. But neither of you could care, as a bond between you snaps in place, new heat washing through the two of you as you flip Conner over, his legs wrapping around your waist and his arms wrapping around your neck as you start thrusting anew, loud slick noises filling the locker room once more as you use your own spend to ease the process.

Neither of you could tell exactly how long you were at it, as kryptonian libido is no joke. All you knew was that at some point the bench broke under your combined super strength, the lockers were dented beyond saving from doing it up against them, and the wall had finger shaped holes from where Conner had grasped at it as you filled him again and again.

You were both a shaking mess as the heat finally seemed to dim, leaving only a deep love thrumming between you. The two of you found yourselves on the floor, Conner cuddled up in your arms as you kissed and purred at each other, the want in your chests seeming more settled than ever before, it felt like everything was as it should be. Conner had asked if this meant you were boyfriends now, and you just chuckled and told him you sure hoped so. He only had time to jump on you and kiss you in joy at the knowledge you were together, when you both heard a loud shriek and sound of disgust.

Glancing at the door to the locker room you only just caught glimpse of Wally speeding away, and you soon heard him crying out in disgust to the rest of the team that you two had turned it into some kind of kryptonian mating dungeon. You both flushed with embarrassment, sharing one last love filled kiss before you quickly got to cleaning up as best as you could, though there wasn’t much you could do about the damage. It would take some explaining to do, but you hoped to avoid talk about just what you two had been up too, from Conners snickering you knew he thought the same, the knowledge would probably scar your teammates.

[morgansunflower]

Meddling Brothers & Pregnancy Test 2/2

Kon-El(90s Superboy) X Batsis! Pregnant! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, and explicit language.

Words:1227

Requested by @infirebaby

Arthur's notes! Conner Kent is from young justice. Jordan and Jonathan are both in the story but are younger than Conner and Kon.

Kon and Y/N must now tell their family's about her pregnancy...

Kon and Y/N hold hands walking to his family's house. Like his lover he had brother's as well. His little twin brothers Jordan and Jonathan. As well as his twin Conner. Kon had asked for a family meeting.

The Kent's lived on a farm with a very large house.. That Y/N's father bought for them after Clark found out he bought the daily planet.

Y/N was grateful Kon already told them their in a relationship.. Kon had also told them they want to get married. Now they have to tell them she's pregnant. She was so nervous. Kon kissed her before they went in. Kon opens the door to be instantly hugged by his little brother's.

"Kon!" they excited greeted.

He ruffles their hair with a genuine smile "hey you little twerps"

They then look at Y/N, she smiled to them.

"hey Jon, hey Jordan" she greeted

"hey Y/N" Jordan said

"how'd you manage to get her?" Jonathan asked

Y/N began to laugh loudly, to which Kon rolled his eyes with a small smile. The twins hug their soon to be sister. Lois came into the room with Clark.

"Pa, Ma"

"hi Mr and Mrs. Kent" Y/N greeted

"oh Y/N. Call us Lois and Clark your family just as are all the Wayne's" Clark ensures her.

Conner walked in from the kitchen "hey little brother, hey Y/N"

"hi Conner" Y/N greeted

"hey I'm only younger by 3 minutes jerk" Kon defended

Moments later Y/N sat beside Kon in the family living room. Everyone looked at them as the pressure was on for them to tell them the news.

"Y/N and I uh.. We.." Kon looked at her as she gave him a confident smile "she's pregnant"

Everyone let a small excited shout. The youngest two boys fist bump each other mumbling yes. Clark smiled widely as did Conner having heard the heartbeats when she walked in.

Lois was nearly in tears overwhelmed "oh Kon.. Y/N that's wonderful"

As the young couple were congratulated on their news. Y/N knew telling her family was going to be so very difficult. Kon and Y/N stood outside the door to Wayne Manor. Kon takes a deep breath, he had to tell her.

"hey I know this is a lot if you want to leave--" he quickly cut her off taking her hands into his own

"it's.. It's not that at all I shouldn't even be dropping this on you right now.. You already have so much to carry, literally and figuratively. I just don't want you to worry and I'm.. I--"

"Kon it's OK just tell me"

"well when I haven't exactly been honest with you about the baby.. Sss" Kon admits worried with how she'll react.

"b-babies?! Twins? I'm pregnant with two baby's"

He nodded guilty "I wanted to tell you earlier.. I really did I just know you have so much pressure on you and I.. I thought I wasn't hearing correctly I mean twins run in my family but.. I was too scared to admit it"

She kisses his cheek and hugs him tightly

"oh Kon, don't be scared. I'm not the first human to carry two Kryptonians. You're mom did so.. Twice" she reassured him

He smiled resting his cheek on her head "I love you so much"

Each adopted child, blood child and child who had lived at the Manor, as well as Bruce and Alfred sat in the family room. Alfred gave her a brave smile. The couple stood next to each other looking to the anxious family.

"as you all probably know by now I'm in a relationship now with Kon.. But what you don't is.. Is" Kon held her hand. "that I'm pregnant"

Most everyone began to get up overjoyed as Jason was still taken aback and Bruce left sneaking away for a moment. Alfred let the others enjoy the exciting news while he smiled. Cassandra takes her sisters hands and hugs her.

"I'm so happy for you. You'll be a sweet family" Cassandra proudly said

"thank you Cass"

"Aww!!! I can't believe this!" Stephanie gasped hugging Y/N and then Kon. "I'm so all over the place, ohhhh I'm so excited!"

"thanks Steph" she said

"that's amazing guys!" Grayson grinned joining in on the hugs, he wanted to be genuinely kind to her, after snooping on her.

"thanks Grayson. You are almost off the hook after spying on me"

"not yet huh?" Grayson laughs

"I'm not even surprised not like Kon could keep his hands off of you" Tim said hugging both Y/N and Kon.

"so you knew.." Y/N chuckled.

"for a VERY long time" Tim softly laughed

"that's so awesome! I'm so excited for you guys!" Duke exclaimed hugging his sister

"thanks Duke"

"that's wonderful news. You guy's will be great parents" Barbara encouraged hugging Y/N

"thank you Babs" Y/N nearly cried overwhelmed with the acceptance and loving words.

"tt it was only a matter of time" Damian scoffed as Y/N hugged him.

"you would know snooping into my love life" she laughed and kisses his head.

Jason stood he touches Y/N's shoulder taking a deep breath.

"you take care of yourself"

"I will, anything else you want to say?"

"you're gonna be a great mom.. I'm.. I'm really happy for you sis" Jason mumbled to her

It was hard knowing he wasn't going to see his sister for a long time.. He was so happy for her truly... But he was truly going to miss her

She hugs him "I love you too"

"guess you guys should also know it's twins" Kon said causing more excitement from her family

As they then say their goodbyes as they leave for Argo. The couple stood by the door about to leave. Y/N's tears welp up as one person wasn't there. Kon hugged her holding her bags as she tried not to cry.

"Y/N" Bruce softly said.

"I'll be outside babe" Kon whispered letting them have a moment.

"Dad?" she began drying her tears "your here"

"always"

He gives her a small stuffed f/c bear and the blanket she loved when she lived with them. She gasped it was her bear when she was a little girl. The toy and blanket had both been cleaned well. The bear was re-sewed in it's holes were new buttons. Bruce remembered the night he found her holding that exact bear.

"you kept these?.."

"for when you started a family of your own"

She began to cry as she hugs her dad. He kisses her forehead.

"I know.. I wasn't the best father.. but I.. want you to feel as though you can speak freely to me" Bruce told her

"I'm going to miss you and I know you love me Dad" she cried

Bruce's words were stuck in his throat. He cleared his throat "and I will miss you"

"I love you Dad" she said hugging him tightly

Bruce takes a deep breath so much time had gone by. He was so thrilled to have two grandchildren. He knew Kon was a good man and would do right by his daughter. He didn't want her to leave. His heart was growing more fragile with the simple fact she's grown.

"I love you too"

[fanficwritersworld]

Twin Brother

Summary: a kryptonian pod falls in smallville

Pairing: Kent Family x Kent!Reader (Superwoman Storyline)

Requested: Winner of the poll

Word Count: 872

Warnings: none

Masterlist|Prompt List

You felt her stomach twist as you walked into Vickie May’s Diner. You were meeting with the twins before your training session with Clark. But all day you’ve had this feeling like something was going to happen. “(N/N), you okay?” Jonathan asked you, noticing your dazed look.

“Mhmm? Oh, I’m okay” You brushed off. Jon and Jordan gave you a weird look. “You sure? Cause your wrist is … glowing” Jordan whispered. You looked at your wrist, seeing the faint family crest glow. “Impossible” You gasped, quickly getting up and putting the money for the food on the table. “We need to see your Dad, now” You spoke urgently, rushing out with your brothers behind you.

You three ran down to the Gazette, opening the door with a loud bang. “(Y/N)! Boys!” Lois exclaimed, hands on her hips. “No time to explain Lois, family emergency!” You told her. Lois excused herself to Chrissy as she followed her sons out as (Y/N) rushed. “Wait up! What’s wrong?” Lois asked you, seeing that even her boys were confused. 

You stopped at your motorbike, turning to Lois and the twins. “Me! My wrist is glowing, that only means one th-” You were cut off by the sight of something falling in the distance. “Oh, my Rao” You gasped, grabbing Lois and the boys before flying to the crash sight.

You landed outside the Farm, Clark already inspecting what had fallen. A pod. A Kryptonian pod. Have you opened it?” You asked Clark, running up to him. “No, I just got here” Clark answered. You walked up to the pod, the glowing in your arm intensifying until it began on the pod.

The glass began to dissipate until You could see the person in the pod. You gasped, taking a step back. “(Y/N)?” Clark called out, placing a hand on your shoulder. A groan emitted from the pod. The person sat up, hand on their face until they looked in your direction.

“12?” They asked, looking at you with a shocked face. “13” You sob, running to them instantly. Wrapping your arms around the same leather jacket that matched yours. “Lara” He cried back at you. “Kon-El” You cried, pulling away and holding his face in your hands. “(Y/N), my baby sister” Kon-El cried, tears falling down his face. “Conner, my twin big brother” You smiled as the tears rolled down.

He stepped out of the pod, showing his towering frame. His hair was dark and curly with shaved sides and a pair of round sunglasses on top. His generic super-suit with the family crest paired with two chunky spiked belts and the signature leather jacket you both would wear.

“How? I saw you die, Conner, he… killed you, Father killed you!” You stated, angry tears running down your face as you hit your brother as hard as you could. Conner skidded back, you had always been stronger than him. “Wow, calm down Smallville” Conner told you, holding your fists with his hands.

“Lex almost killed me…Somehow he stopped me from actually dying. Wanted to use me to stop Pops, permanently until John Irons killed them both. I barely escaped 12” Conner explained to his sister. You just hugged him tighter than before. “I’ve missed you” You whispered.

Everyone sat around the dining table as Conner and (Y/N) told stories from their world. “No, but then Pops and Ms Genuis over here threw me into the ocean! Like can you believe that… the betrayal!” Conner gave a dramatic gasp, hand over his heart dramatic. You gave him a playful glare. “You know what betrayal, you and Tim! Sweet Rao thank god you both moved to Gotham, I don’t think I would be able to stand another night of you two!” You fake gagged at him.

Conner held you in a headlock, ruffling your hair. “Nah… You and Nat’s late-night phone calls about science were hell. Who the hell talks about nanobots and metal at three in the morning!” Conner argued back, letting you go. “How could you know? Wisdom has been chasing you but you’ve always been too fast little brother” You smirked before everyone but Conner erupted in laughter.

Pouting, Conner glares at you. “I’m older than you!” He argued. You gave him the ‘really bish’ look. “Physically, yes. But I’m 12 your 13” You crossed your arms. “Why do you two call each other that?” Jon asked you. “Easy, I’m Subject 12, Conner’s Subject 13. Their our first names when we were still in Luthor Corp” You explained to him, seeing the shock written on their faces.

“You guys didn’t have real names?” Clark asked. You both shook your heads. “You and Grams named us when you fought me and took 12 in” Conner stated. You furrowed your eyebrows at him. Grandma and Your Dad didn’t name you, Kara did.

You sat on the edge of the Fortress, hugging your knees. “Hey, you okay?” Clark asked, landing next to you. “I… don’t know” You answered. Clark sat next to you, confused. He thought you’d be ecstatic that your brother was alive. “What’s wrong?” Clark asked, seeing you in deep thought.

“I don’t think that’s Conner”

[glorified-red]

Hey babe tehe, I have a request! Where Tim and Kon El are fighting over reader. And can you make reader a vigilante/superhero , powers or not that’s your choice. I hope you like this idea, and are enjoying your Red Robin pop♥️

Thank you so much for the request babe! <3 I am enjoying my pop, he's gorgeous

Unspoken Rivalry

word count: 1400~

warnings: implied smut at the end? Kind of, like vaguely implied

I totally did not binge-read Kon-El fics before answering this because I’ve never written for him before.....

You always assumed they were just competitive. Two superhero best friends trying to one up each other like a twisted game of training. But slowly, this unspoken rivalry for your attention got more and more intense.

It started innocently enough though.

You walked into Mount Justice with great difficulty. Your numb toes barely kept you upright, each step sending shockwaves of cold throughout your body. Winter Patrols in the North almost always left you with thoughts of soft cotton blankets and warm fuzzy clothes to compensate for the harsh winds and even harsher temperatures.

“Someone looks cold.” A mess of wavy black hair peaked out from the couch, followed by Kon’s lop-sided grin.

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious,” you huff. You made your way towards the nearby kitchen, another set of eyes landing on your shivering form.

“I don’t know why you refuse to add a cape to your uniform,” Tim was sitting politely towards the edge of the couch, looking towards you as he spoke. “You know how cold it gets here at night.”

“Maybe she doesn’t want to trip over it like you do.” Kon stretched out on the couch, not hesitating to push his socked feet into Tim’s thighs.

The smaller boy scoffed, “I do not trip over my cape.”

“You so do.”

“When have I ever tripped over it?”

Kon wiggled his toes a bit in thought. “There was that one time in November with that weird bug guy. Who knew the famous Red Robin is scar—” The rest of his sentence was quickly cut off by Tim grabbing the nearest pillow and expertly chucking it at Kon’s face.

“You better not finish that sentence,” Tim griped, only for Kon to quip back.

“I’m just saying, leather jackets are much more efficient.”

A small laugh escaped your lips before turning into a fond smile, causing both boys to stop bickering at each other and turn to you. “At least a leather jacket would warm me up right now,” you said as you grabbed a small snack from the pantry and made your way to the vacant couch next to them.

“See? Sugar agrees with me.” Kon gestured to you with a toothy smile, the pet name causing your cheeks to burn. You blamed it on the cold.

Tim rolled his eyes before standing up and grabbing a blanket from the stand beside the couch next to him. Kon wasted no time in taking up the whole couch now that Tim was standing.

You were laying down on the couch looking at the TV, so it came as a bit of a surprise when Tim unfolded the blanket and laid it across your body. His hands lingering a bit to tug the edge of the blanket over your shoulders. “Try to get some rest.”

Tim smiled sweetly before turning and shooting daggers at the sprawled out Kryptonian and leaving the main area. You snuggled deeper into the soft fabric as Tim’s footsteps slowly retreated, eventually the sound disappearing.

A bit of rustling from the other couch took your attention away from the TV. Looking over you were met with striking blue eyes.

“This will keep you warmer.” A gentle weight was laid across your chest, Kon’s leather jacket now adding the warmth that was quickly spreading throughout your body. “Don’t tell Tim though.” He winked, his pointer finger placed over his smiling lips.

He quickly turned off the TV and lights as he left the main room, leaving you warm and oh so confused.

—

“Well I know her better than you do, Kon,” Tim said, dragging out the other boy’s name passive aggressively.

“Oh really, then what’s her favorite restaurant?” Kon retorted, a grin appearing on his face a split second later when Tim hesitated. “I didn’t think so, Tim.”

“You don’t even know what her favorite restaurant is.”

“Of course I do.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Oh yea? Do tell.”

“Guys!” You shouted, only to be greeted by both of them shouting “What?” at the same time.

“Can we just pick a restaurant to go eat at before the movie? It doesn’t have to be my favorite, you know.”

Tim was the first to sober up. “You’re right, I’ll pull up the restaurants near us.” Kon’s smile widened before he whispered something into Tim’s ear. You gladly turned a blind eye to the playful shove that followed.

—

You were watching as the two boys spared on the training mats, patiently waiting for them to be done so you could offer up some juice you brought with you. It was a pretty fair fight given the fact that Kon swore off superpowers to help train for normal combat.

You watched as Tim landed yet another decent hit, only for the Kryptonian the land one in revenge. Sighing you decided to occupy your time by scrolling through your phone. Hoping the boys wore themselves out in a little bit.

A few minutes passed before a large thud shook the mat, the sound reverberating through your head. Kon had successfully pinned Tim to the floor, his staff strewn across the floor uselessly.

You started walking towards the fridge a few feet away from you. “I’ll get the ice packs. In the meantime, I brought refreshments.”

The two boys happily said their respective ‘thank you’s before taking a bottle for themselves, Tim trailing slowly behind a giddy Kon.

You quickly grabbed an icepack from the fridge and wrapped a dry towel around it to save your hand from the harsh cold. Closing the fridge with your foot, you stood in front of the Boy Wonder. “That fall was pretty bad, did you hit your head?”

Tim blinked for a second before nodding as he finished the last bit of his drink. “It sounded a lot worse than it actually was.”

You hummed in disapproval. “Can you show me where?” A worried tone filled your words, Tim quickly noticed this and couldn’t help the way his heart leaped at your concern. Kon pouted slightly as he watched Tim point to the back of his head and the way you gently placed the ice pack over his sweaty hair.

Tims eyes flicked to yours. He reached up and grabbed the ice pack from you, his hand covering yours for a second before you pulled away. Despite his best efforts, you saw how red the tips of his ears were.

You smiled brightly at Tim who returned it with a shy smile.

“I might need one too, Sugar. Tim was mean and hit me in the jaw.” You looked over at Kon and saw his pouty lips.

Tim glared, “I didn’t even hit you in the jaw.”

Kon turned to you, “Don’t listen to him, princess. He’s just a big meanie.”

“I’m the one who got thrown onto the mat.” Tim turned to you and pleaded. “How am I the meanie? Y/N—”

“Can you kiss my wound to make me feel better?”

“You’re not even wounded!”

You stood in between the two boys as they both bickered in front of you, again. “I’m sure there’s plenty of ice packs, there’s no need to fight about it.”

“That's not what we’re—” Tim said through gritted teeth, stopping himself halfway through to sigh and calm himself down. Kon only stood in front of the other boy with a wide mocking smile.

You waited for Tim to finish his sentence but when he didn’t you decided to speak up. “What’s this really about then?”

“We just want all your time and affection to ourselves beautiful,” Kon said sweetly, his dazzling blue eyes bore into yours.

Your heart beats faster at Kon’s words, a tingling flush spreading across your chest. You blinked a bit to collect your thoughts, “You could’ve just said so instead of fighting over it.”

Kon hummed as he spoke in his deep sultry voice. “I don’t think you quite understand love, we both want you.” Tim looked at the floor. His hands fiddled a bit with the ice pack and towel.

“And why can’t I just have both of you?”

Immediately after you spoke the ice pack fell to the floor with a clunk. Tims hands were frozen in the air, completely caught off guard by what you said whereas Kon broke out in a shit eating grin.

“I suppose you do have two hands for a reason.”

“Kon!”

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[the-atlas-sister]

The Dinner (Reign of the Supermen Conner x Reader)

Warnings: none

KEY

f/c = favirote color

y/c = you choose

"Wait what?" you exclaimed, staring at your father.

"He said the Kents are coming over for Christmas dinner," Damian said, glancing at you.

"I heard what he said Dami," you scoffed, looking at the younger boy.

"Well you did as-"

"It was rhetorical," you snapped.

"It was Clark's idea," Bruce said, walking into his room, you and Damian following. "Besides, it'll just be him, Lois, Jonathan, and Conner."

"Clark, Jonathan, and Lois are fine," you said leaning on the mirror Bruce used to fix his tie. "Connor is the problem. He's an egotistic manic flirt."

"I agree with Y/N," Damian said, standing behind Bruce. You cocked an eyebrow at him. "He's annoying."

"Just don't talk to him," Bruce said, turning around. "Now, can you please go get ready?" Damian walked out of the room, leaving you alone with Bruce. "Both of you."

You sighed before following the younger boy out of the room. You stopped at the doorway. "Please tell me Tim's going to be here," you said, looking over your shoulder.

Bruce shook his head. "He's on patrol with Dick and Jason."

"Of course he is," you mumbled before trudging to your room. You slammed your door before searching through your closet. "Why can't I just hide in my room?" you said to yourself before pulling out an f/c tank top dress with a knee-length twirl skirt and a little sparkle. (A/N You can be a feminist and still like glitter...) You then casually put your hair in y/c.

"Y/N," Damian said from your door. "The Kents are outside."

You groaned as you put on some makeup (or none if you don't wear any) before tugging on a pair of combat boots. "Do you think Dad would believe you if you just told them I died?" you asked, opening your door.

"No," Damian said with a poker face. It was hard to read that kid sometimes. He was like a 5'2 statue.

"What about, I slipped into a coma?" you joked, walking out of your room.

"He'd investigate," Damian said, walking next to you. "It'd be similar to when you pretended to be sick to avoid school."

"Oh yeah," you shivered at the memory. "He took me all the way to the hospital."

"He knew you were bluffing," Damian stated.

"World's greatest detective," you shrugged, walking down Wayne manor's large staircase.

"You both look nice," Bruce complemented, reaching us at the end of the stairs.

"We're sure I can't hide in my room?" you said as you walked to the front doors. Bruce sent you a stern look. "Guess that's a no," you grumbled.

Alfred then opened the door to reveal the Kents. Clark had his glasses on and wore a nice suit and Lois wore her hair down with a nice red dress. Jonathan wore a casual outfit (you assumed his parents couldn't get him into a real suit), jeans, and a t-shirt with the "family" crest on it. And then there was the egotistic manic himself. He wore what he always did, his suit and leather jacket.

"Clark," Bruce said with a small smile.

"Hello Bruce," Clark said extending a hand for Bruce to shake. Bruce did.

"Thank you for inviting us for dinner, especially on Christmas," Lois said with a kind smile.

"We're glad to have you," Bruce said kindly. "Come in." The Kents filed into the house, Connor coming in last.

"You didn't have to get all dolled up for me babe," he said as he passed you, sending you a wink.

"In your dreams Wonder Kid," you hissed, following the family. You noticed Jonathan trying to talk to Damian.

"Oh you know it," Connor said, rushing next to you.

You rolled your eyes as you walked into the dining room.

"Your house is gorgeous Bruce," Lois said, sitting down.

"Thank you, Lois," Bruce said, as Clark sat next to Lois and across from Damian.

"It's big," Jonathan stated, hopping into the seat next to Damian.

"Yes, very," you chuckled, sitting next to Bruce. "Maybe you and Damian could explore after dinner?" Damian sent you a pointed glare.

"Yeah!" Jonathan cheered.

"You and Connor could go with," Bruce said as Connor flew into the seat across from you with a smirk. "Make sure they don't get lost."

"Damian knows his way around," you said.

"And he knows where he could trap Jonathan if he annoyed him too much," Bruce whispered to you.

"But you know, just in case," you added hesitantly.

"Cool!" Connor said.

***after dinner***

"Let's go!" Jonathan exclaimed, jumping out of his seat.

"Fantastic," Damian said sarcastically, slowly getting up. You followed, noticing Connor send you a cheeky grin.

"What do you wanna explore?" you asked Jonathan as the four of you walked out of the dining room.

"How about the balcony?" Damian said, smiling slyly.

"They can fly dummy," you whispered to him. You noticed him roll his eyes. "How about the kitchen? I made some cookies this afternoon."

"Cookies!" Both of the Kent boys grinned.

"Yeah," you said.

"Can we have some of the cookies?" Jonathan asked.

"Of course," you grinned. "Come on." You lead them to the kitchen, not noticing that Damian had slipped away. "Here." You grabbed the cookie plate and placed it in front of the boys. Both of their eyes lit up before they grabbed a few, stuffing them in their mouths.

"These are great!" Connor said although you couldn't exactly hear him through all the cookies in his mouth.

"Yeah!" Jonathan agreed.

"Thanks," you said, smiling softly.

"Where's Damian?" Jonathan asked, looking around.

"I don-"

"I'll go find him!" The small super boy then ran out of the kitchen, blowing your hair to the side a bit.

"Looks like it's just us," Connor said, leaning on his elbows and wiggling his brows. A few crumbs flew from his mouth, making you cringe.

You stayed silent as you walked toward the door.

"Wait!" Connor said, flying in front of the door. He swallowed the rest of the cookies. "Why don't you like me?"

"Are you serious?" you scoffed.

"Yeah, I'm charming, good-looking, an amazing superhero-"

"Narcissistic, flirtatious, annoying," you listed.

"I'm not annoying," Connor said, frowning. "Or narcissistic. What's narcissistic?"

"It means you have a big head," you stated, crossing your arms over your chest.

Connor blinked before putting his hands on his head. "I have a normal-sized head," he said, confusion written on his face.

You laughed a bit, making him smile. "Your full of yourself, cocky, egotistic," you listed.

"I think it's called confident babe," Connor said, making you roll your eyes.

"There it is again," you mumbled, pushing past the super teen.

Part two?

[keenzinemugstudent]

Superman x Witch black reader ft Superboy! Our Future part 2!

The league finds out about what's going on and you get to know Conner a bit

//In the batcave//

"What the hell do you mean Superman and Y/H/N had a kid?!"

Aquaman yelled starring at at Bruce, Diana looks shocked and Victor just looked confused not that we could blame them Connor just stands there awkwardly.

"It's just as I said Arthur... Superman and Y/H/n have a son."

"From the future?!"

"Yes." Bruce says his tone annoyed Arthur let's out a laugh still not believing it.

"I mean I can see the resemblance but it's still hard too believe." Victor say in disbelief looking between Clark and Connor.

"It is quite shocking. Barry do you have something to do with this?" Diana turned to look at Barry who just shook his head.

"Nope! nope don't look at me I am just as surprised as everyone else in this room right now!" Barry says hands in the air. Superman just let out a tired sigh looking over at Conner who was trying not to look his way, this was obviously too much for the poor boy.

"How did Y/n took it?" Diana asks worried about her friends health.

"She's in the guest room she kind of fainted."

"She fainted?! Haha wish I could have been there to see that." Arthur kept making fun of the situation making Clark glare at him which got him to stop but still had a smirk on his face, Diana spoke again.

"Well what do you suggest Batman?"

"Until we find out what was the cause of Superboy being brought here until that he needs lay low out of sight."

"Which I'm guessing Superman and and Y/h/n will have something to do with that?"

"Of course."

"I think I better go check on her."

Conner speeds out the room going to check on you.

"Soooo does that mean Y/n is no longer up for grabs?"

Victor gives Arthur a irritated look.

"We just met the future child of two the strongest beings on earth and THAT'S what you're worried about right now?" Arthur just shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey! I was just asking my brothers been asking about her for months! Man this is going break his heart and I can't wait to see it!" Victor just shooks his head.

"You got issues man."

When you woke up you saw that you were in the guest room the door opens and walks in Alfred holding a cup of tea.

"I thought it would be best to bring you some tea miss Y/n to help calm your nerves."

You gave him a grateful smile taking the tea you loved Alfred he always knew that tea calmed your nerves which tasted great by the way.

"Thank you Alfred I definitely needed it."

"Of course ma'am, and if it is alright with you there is a great waiting outside the door."

You looked at him confused than you saw Conner peaking around the corner giving you a small wave.

"Hi..."

"Hey."

"I'll leave you too alone call me if you need anything miss Y/n." Alfred gives you a bow before walking out the door leaving you and Superboy alone together. And man was it awkward! Neither of you spoke he just stood there looking anywhere but your face and you just stared at him still trying to understand what to say to him? I mean what the hell am I supposed to say?! Thankfully he spoke with a nervous chuckle.

"I'm sorry this is just so weird."

"Tell me about it I mean it's not every day you meet a kid that claims to be your son. And from the future no less."

Kon-el walks over to sit in the chair next to you he really was a cute kid now that you got a better look at him he had your eyes, mouth and nose but everything else was definitely Clark.

"I know this is a lot to process right now and trust me I would not be here if it meant that I could be possibly messing up the timelines by revealing who i am but..."

He looks at the bed with a frowns.

"I had no choice."

"Well your here now we can't change that Kon-el."

You gently put your hand on top of his causing him to look up at you face to see a smile.

"So obviously I can't can't keep calling you by your Kryptonian name you mind telling me what your earth name is sweetie?" He looka up at you with a smile.

"Conner, Conner Kent."

"Conner Kent? Well than it's nice to meet you Conner."

You hold out your hand for him to shake but he just smiles ignoring your stretched out hand giving you a hug again but this time you were well prepared and hugged him back. It was odd but you already felt like you had to protect him even your magic knew that this child needs you it was hard to explain but it was a nice feeling.

"Ah your awake."

We turn to see Clark standing in the door way I feel my face get warm and look at the bed sheets Conner glances at me and has a small grin in his face.

"How are you feeling?"

"huh? Oh me? I'm good never been better!" Why in the hell were you stuttering?! He gives you a smile making your face get even more warm ugh this is ridiculous!

"Well that's good now that your up we can discuss what to do with Connor."

Great this already feels like a custody battle.

"Okay so what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that maybe he stays with me? I know you have a roommate who isn't really found of men in the apartment." That made Conner turn his head at you confused.

"Oh no you don't have to worry about that I kicked them out they were bringing too much negative energy so I now have a spare room."

"So you'll be fine with me living with you?"

"Duh! Beside I could use the company especially with my future son!" You grin messing with his dark hair he gets flustered as Superman gives a low chuckle behind his hand, Conner moves away from you fixing his hair a pout on his face he was to cute.

"Alright alright can we go now? I really don't want to have Batman pointing a gun at me again."

That made me stare at him in horror.

"He held you at gun point!?!"

"Don't worry Conner he did something similar too me."

This time you looked at them both with horror already feeling your magic flare up in anger.

Bruce wants to keep testing your fucking patiences! I better not see his face for a while or it's sight!!

(In the batcave Batman let's out a sneeze Alfred gives him a box of tissues)

I finally was able to finish part 2 thank god I had to rewrite this multiple times cause I was trying to make it just right so I hope I did okay now to part 3 I don't know if I want it be with Superman/Clark to talk to Lois and try to figure out where they stand in their relationship now that Conner is a thing or have him talk to Martha and try to understand his feelings about you now that he knows he doesn't have a future with Lois hehe I love drama

Here's part 1

[butterfly-skinnylegend]

THE BATBOYS DEALING WITH THEIR PROBLEMS

Dick: *Doing a flip and biellmann spin in the air, landing perfectly*

Jason: *shoot his problem*

Tim: *Trying to parkour over his problems*

Also Tim: *crashing and breaking his spine because of lack of sleep*

Damien: I don't want to do it... Alfred, do it

Alfred, Done with the keeping up with the Waynes shit: well, I'm sorry master Damien but I have to insist

[epiemy]

Can u do some headcanons for Conner Kent (DC comics) where his s/o has scarlet witch powers???

Yess, thank ya babe <3 I'm in love with your idea and hope you'll like it.

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KON-EL DATING A READER WITH SAME POWERS AS SCARLET WITCH HEADCANON

Warnings: Basic violence and mentions of sex. Pairing: Conner Kent (DC Comics) x You. Word count: 609 Caption: 💜

MASTERLIST // REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN!

Okay, this headcanon really took me a while because the idea was brilliant.

You probably met at Young Justice;

as we all know, Batman is not the best at dealing with people who have super powers, so the most skilled person to help you without a second thought is Diana, our dear Wonder Woman;

you had a relatively difficult childhood living on the streets with these super weird purple powers, causing your mentor to take you to Themyscira;

the island is really really cool;

Amazons are badass who taught you to have that confident way, besides showing you how to contain your powers and use them for good;

Coming back… with Robin, Kid Flash and Superboy starting the youth group of heroes, she saw an incredible opportunity to fit her Wonder Girl and you as Obscura, a hero in training so that in a few months she would join the Justice League;

I'd say you first appeared to young people when Wally accidentally activated Red Tornado;

with the two of you getting to know each other little by little, it was quite common for the boy at first to just flirt non-stop;

thxs Amazons for teaching not to fall into men's temptation;

he was quite frustrated that his attempts failed;

Little did the baby badboy know that you just didn't fall for the kid's lip because he underestimated you, dammit, you were the most powerful member of that team and he in the middle of a fight just said to stay on the bench so you don't get hurt...

he didn't do it because he wanted to, he just activated the boy's protective mode to see you get hit by someone;

after months of frustration, Dick would feel sorry for his friend and try to talk to you;

Boy Wonder is really genius, he managed to put a couple together, like… wtf Richard?

anyway… after you guys got together, I think he would never stop trying to protect you;

but he would also stare in awe, because his girl was a fucking badass;

couple labeled bad bitch and bad boy;

outside YJ you guys would have a lot of make out sessions because he doesn't really hold back (especially when you use his powers);

Kon would think dirty things just to make you blush with telepathy;

you would think even dirtier things and transmit everything in images to his mind…

poor kid who would get turned on quickly - getting giggles from Wally and Dick;

"Princess, don't make me punish you later"

oh, he did punish…

Getting back to the main point… Conner would actually live with one hand on his waist;

jealous beans;

he doesn't usually go with a lot of pda in front of others unless you want to;

movie Saturday nights between the two of you, with popcorn and lots of cuddling;

the boy would always ask you to use your powers at home, just because he would love to see his girlfriend in action;

and also because it is much easier for you to telekinesis a glass of water than for it to run;

the most powerful couple;

no one really messes with you two because you always have each other's backs;

once a villain tried to kidnap Kon with a serum very similar to kryptonite…

let's say the guy was almost presumed dead and Batman didn't even get to judge her, because he would do something like that if you were Richard in Conner's place;

anyway, the two of you really have a unique connection;

as much as they fight at times, both love each other and intend to have a future together.

[muchdesire021]

O Outro Clone

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Resumo: Clark Kent Imagine.

Se sentindo inapta não a ter a mesma responsabilidade que seu pai teve como Herói e não querer ser controlado por Lex Luthor, Y/n foge para um lugar isolado no mundo e vive lá até o final dos acontecimentos de Reign of the Supermen (2019), por não querer ser controlada. Quando tudo se acalma, Conner - seu irmão - trás uma pessoa muito especial para visita-la.

Emparelhamento: Clark Kent (HQs) x fem!reader

Advertências: Um pouco de angustia, mas no final é Fluffy... Ou eu acho que é...

Notas: Desculpe-me por qualquer erro ortográfico! Em todo caso, aproveitem!

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Minha vida mudou completamente quando eu descobri que era um clone feminino do Superman feito pela Cadmus. De acordo com os arquivos, eu nasci apenas do DNA dele, tendo a amostra sido coletada em uma luta particularmente difícil. Eu cresci ao lado do meu irmão, Conner no laboratório Cadmus e desde de que me lembro, sempre fomos treinados, para um dia o substituir.

Até o dia em que fomos liberados para o mundo, nesse dia descobrimos que o SuperMan, o nosso pai, foi morto e que chegou a hora para sermos heróis em seu lugar. Só havia um problema. Conner era de longe o mais determinado a seguir os planos de Luthor, o outro pai dele, mas eu não queria porque via a maldade por trás de suas palavras e objetivos vazios. Mesmo eu tendo sido criada para apenas um propósito, não significa que terei de segui-lo, certo? Não posso e não quero substituir ninguém no heroísmo, quero ser eu mesma, salvar as pessoas do meu modo e não do jeito torto que Lex deseja.

Por isso eu voei para longe da cidade, achei um lugar quieto e tranquilo, me escondi de tudo e alenas relaxei quando tudo se resolveu. Quando não tinha mais nenhum barulho de luta e quando escutei a voz do meu pai assim que ele voltou dos mortos ou algo parecido.

Eu queria sair para ve-lo, falar com ele mais do que tudo, mas fiquei com receio de como ele iria me tratar quando soubesse quem eu era e como vim ao mundo. Ele poderia muito bem me achar um monstro... E apenas a idéia dele me rejeitando me deixou triste. Por isso eu decidi que se era para encontra-lo e ser rejeitada, eu não poderia mais ficar na terra. Eu tinha muita resistência, eu sei que ele pode respirar no espaço, eu também posso então posso encontrar um planeta novo, com um sol amarelo e ser a nova Super deles.

Sim, esse é um bom plano.

Um plano que quase se realizou porque o meu querido irmão decidiu invadir a minha fortaleza, que esta mais para uma caverna, com o nosso pai logo atrás. Conner tinha que me rastrear e levar o nosso pai para me encontrar, porque ele não pode vir sozinho?!

Seus olhos azuis me encararam em choque, o Super ficou estático, parecia caótico parado no lugar como se uma força muito poderosa o mantivesse preso no ar. Enquanto isso, Conner se aproximou de mim, me envolvendo em um abraço forte, me repreendendo por desaparecer e mesmo assim dizendo que entendia. Até poderia o estar escutando, mas minha atenção mesmo estava no Kriptoniano que não disse uma só palavra até agora.

— Tonta! Nunca mais suma, entendeu?! – ele disse separando o abraço, me segurando pelos ombros, tendo finalmente a minha atenção total.

— Me desculpe, é que eu não suportava a ideia de seguir as ordens do Lex. – falei desajeitada. Engoli em seco, limpando a garganta, pensando em uma rota de fuga rápida. – Acho melhor eu...

— Nem pense nisso! Você não vai sair da minha vista agora que te achei, maninha! – claro que ele leria minhas intenções. Então Conner se afastou dando uma imagem mais clara minha pro outro ali. – Clark ficou interessado ao saber que tinha mais um filho e quis vim te conhecer.

— Clark?

Esse era o nome dele? Não tenho memórias de ninguém me dando essa informação. Eu só o conhecia como Superman.

— Ah sim, Clark Kent é o nome real do nosso pai, este é ele. – Conner respondeu sorrindo gigante, apontando para Clark. – Pai, esta é a S/N, minha irmã, sua filha.

Foram alguns segundos sufocantes depois das apresentações feitas. Ele continuou lá sem se mexer e eu ficava cada vez mais impaciente, nervosa, ansiosa para fugir dali o mais rápido possível. Quando ia dar um passo para trás e voar para bem longe, uma lufada de ar vem na minha direção e logo braços fortes me envolvem o corpo num abraço apertado, caloroso e muito esperado. Seu batimento cardiaco acelerado, sua respiração ofegante, seu corpo tremendo de emoção nervosa e eu posso dizer com certeza que estou do mesmo jeito ao experimentar pela primeira vez o abraço e amor do meu pai.

Meu pai. A realização dessa frase é tão nova que parece surreal de se acreditar.

Então de repente, eu fiquei com medo e sem saber como reagir. Eu abraço de volta ou não? Falo que o amo ou fico quieta? Digo que meu sonho era conhece-lo ou fico indiferente com tudo? O que eu faço agora?

Nesse meio tempo em que eu debatia comigo mesma em pensamento, mau percebi que estava chorando, agarrada a Clark e só tive noção do que acontecia quando o primeiro soluço forte veio e os tremores abalaram meu corpo. Eu não sabia que estava no limite e tão vulnerável assim.

— Shhh esta tudo bem agora, eu tenho você aqui comigo. Não precisa mais chorar. Eu tenho você. – seu aperto aumentou quando o abracei forte, finalmente cedendo a emoção, cedendo a esse sentimento bom de carinho verdadeiro. Pelo menos eu sinto que é isso.

Ele continuou me tranquilizando por um tempo até que eu me acalmasse, acariciando meu cabelo suavemente, deixando leves beijos na minha cabeça até que eu estivesse mais calma. Quando aconteceu, separamos o abraço lentamente, ele enxugou minhas lagrimas e deu um grande sorriso.

— É um prazer finalmente conhece-la, minha filha. – funguei tentando parar de chorar. Clark acaricionou minha bochecha com ternura antes de dizer algo que nunca imaginei se tornar realidade. – Vamos pra casa filha, você e seu irmão tem que conhecer a família da qual faz parte.

— Família? – ele assentiu, alternando seu olhar entre meu irmão e eu.

— Isso, você e Conner são meus filhos, não importa como chegaram a mim e agora precisam conhecer o restante da família. Preparados?

— Sim!

Apesar da minha resposta ter sido bem mais tímida da que a do Conner, eu estou igualmente animada que ele para conhecer a nossa família. Será que eu tenho avós? Tias? Primos? Talvez um cachorro ou gato? Quem sabe até outro irmão ou irmã?... Bem, se eu tiver um irmão, sera que a mulher do meu pai vai nos aceitar, Conner e eu?

Eu posso pensar nisso depois, agora eu só quero aproveotar a brisa fresca do vento no rosto enquanto Clark, eu e meu irmão voamos pelo Monte Everest em direção aos Estados Unidos da América. Durante o caminho, Clark foi gentil ao perguntar sobre mim, por exemplo, do que gosto ou não.

Foi um tempo de voo tranquilo, animado com as brincadeiras de Conner. Eu me senti bem, depois de um longo tempo imaginando o pior dos encontros com meu pai, fico feliz em ter tido um encontro agradável. Agora só faltava torcer para ser assim com os outros.

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[brightjimini]

So im watching Young Justice and I really like Superboy and Nightwing. But since Im reallly late to the party does anyone still want ro read fics about them?

(I am at ep 7 s2 now)

Edit: my first dick grayson fic is out😚