#Protective Lex Luthor

[bluejaysandblackbats]

If There’s Nothing Missing In My Life…

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam

Summary: Newly-emancipated popstar and child actor, Conner (screen name: Lucky) navigates high school and stardom on his own.

Chapters: 14/?

Characters: Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech, Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Hillary Chang

Additional Tags: Highschool AU, Celebrity AU, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Conner Luthor, Lex Luthor is Conner’s Parent, Teen Angst, Angst, POV First Person, No Powers AU, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, POV Conner Kent, Protective Lex Luthor, Child Celebrity AU

Chapter Fourteen: Court Date

By December, I was saddled with an unshakeable sadness. I took my finals early and flew to Metropolis for court. It felt like a blur. I can’t remember what I said, but I know I couldn’t look up the entire time I spoke. Whatever I said must’ve been convincing because my dad whispered to his lawyer and asked to approach the bench. Our lawyers talked to the judge, and the judge said something that I didn’t understand. Or maybe I didn’t hear it. I looked over, and my dad stared straight at me. He mouthed something at me, and I stared, waiting for him to repeat himself. “Understand?” Dad mouthed. I shook my head. I hadn’t slept in two days. I was jetlagged, nauseous, and—.

“Young man,” the judge called. 

“Yes, sir,” I answered. 

“After speaking to your birth parents, Mr. Luthor has decided not to contest the unsealing of your adoption records,” the judge explained. I swallowed hard and nodded. The judge made a few closing statements, and she let us go. I stood frozen as I watched Dad’s lawyer collect his things. Dad left before I could thank him, and I stepped into the hallway alone. I sat on a bench outside, waiting for a ride to the hotel. I wanted to shower, change clothes, and get something to eat without feeling awkward. I hadn’t eaten since I left. 

I barely got in the room when Rex called me. I thought it was a problem with the album or something, so I answered. “Hello?” I answered. 

“Well?” Rex asked. 

“What do you mean?” I asked. 

“How’d it go?” Rex questioned. I scrunched my nose as I tossed my suit jacket over the couch.

“That’s personal, Rex. Some things don’t need to make the news,” I replied. “Is that all? I’m about to hop in the shower.” 

“Nope… But if you ever—.” 

“Goodbye, Rex,” I interrupted. I hung up, showered, and dressed for lunch. I didn’t expect any other calls, so I ordered a big lunch. I was halfway through a bowl of mac and cheese when I received a call from Clark. “Hi… Hey, Clark.” I held the phone between my ear and shoulder. 

“I um—. Are you eating?” Clark questioned. 

“Yeah, but um—. Do you wanna meet me?” I asked. I told him the name of the restaurant. 

“I’m down the street from there, but actually—. Lucky, I’d prefer it if we spoke in private. When are you leaving?” Clark asked.

“I’m not sure. I wanna stay until I can talk to my birth parents, but I’ve gotta get home before New Year’s… Why? Do you wanna meet at my hotel?” I questioned. “We can have dinner.” 

“Okay. We can do it tomorrow night,” Clark replied.

“Tomorrow night’s good. Are you bringing Christopher?” I asked. 

“No, we’re gonna hire a sitter,” Clark answered. I tried scarfing down my nuggets, and Clark heard me. “Should I call you back?” 

“Nuh-uh,” I answered.

“I’ll talk while you eat. I saw your last few posts. Are you teasing a single?” Clark questioned. I swallowed hard and took a sip of lemonade. 

“Oh, um—. You know what? I can answer that on the record. I’m posting a Caesar cipher this Friday with a special message about the album,” I replied, “I wanted to do something fun this time because this album is a bit—. It’s a little dark.”  

“Lucky, I wasn’t calling for a—.” 

“I know, but you and Lois are the only people other than my dad who don’t have an ulterior motive for being nice to me. You’re just nice,” I smiled as I finished eating.”I want you guys to be the first to report it.” 

“Lucky? How are you feeling? Today was a big day, and—.” 

“I thought I’d feel more… I thought I’d cry or something, but I—. I don’t feel anything. I guess I’m—. Maybe I’m in shock. Off the record, I get to meet my bio mom and dad, but I—. I don’t know if I’ll see them before or after I get my records. Clark, you were adopted. Right?” I asked.

“I was,” Clark answered. 

“So, you get it. Don’t you? I mean—. I—. It’s different, but I’m sure you understand why I’m so confused,” I stammered. I couldn’t word things the way I wanted to. 

“Lucky, I want you to understand that you’re the person you were meant to be. Who you were raised by didn’t change anything,” Clark replied. 

*

I couldn’t sleep until the morning, and I slept until a phone call woke me up. “Hello?” I answered. 

“Luck, can you do an interview while you’re out there?” Rex asked.

“When did you schedule it for? I need to be out of here by the twenty-eighth,” I replied. 

“You’re gonna be there for nine more days?” Rex questioned. “And the interview is on the twenty-first.”

“Yeah… I wanted to do a few things before I leave,” I explained, “And okay… I’ll be there. Just text me the info… And Rex?” 

“What, Kid?” Rex asked. 

“Take Roxy someplace nice. It’s the holidays, for Pete’s sake,” I whispered before hanging up. This time of year, my dad and I would sit in front of the fireplace, watching our favorite movies. We always slept in the living room during the holidays. It was like a thing we did. I’d sleep on one end of the sectional, and he’d sleep on the other. Sometimes, I would wake up, curl up in front of him on the couch, and wait for him to wake up. Sometimes, Dad would reach forward with closed eyes and mess up my hair, joking about how much he missed having hair. Those memories were tainted with the kind of pain that made my insides ache. 

I couldn’t control myself. I started crying. I cried so hard it made my stomach sick. I threw up in the hotel bathroom, still crying as I thought about the last time I spoke to Dad. I wondered if he hated me for taking him to court twice. I showered to calm down and got dressed for dinner. I tried to call Dad because I was scared. I was so nervous I couldn’t think straight. Mercy answered the phone for him. I knew that meant he didn’t want to talk to me. “Hi, Lucky,” Mercy answered.

“Mercy, where’s Dad?” I asked. 

“He’s in a meeting,” Mercy replied, “How are you, Luck?” 

“I’m—. I wanna talk to Dad. Can you—? I know he’s not in a meeting. I wanna talk to him,” I replied. Mercy said something that I couldn’t hear.

“I’ll take the call in private,” Dad answered. There was silence for a minute or so, and he sighed. “Conner, what did you want to talk about?” 

“Hi, Dad… I—. Why did you change your mind?” I asked. 

“Because they’re your parents… Maybe they can give you something I can’t—.” 

“Dad, why can’t we have a nice conversation?” I snapped. I called to say ‘thank you’ but couldn’t after he said that. “It’s the holidays—.” 

“We had an agreement, Conner. Meet your family and let the year finish out. Then, we can see where your head—.” 

“Fine. Fine… We won’t talk then. I don’t know why I thought this would be a pleasant conversation. I feel like I’m talking to a child—.” 

“Watch it, Conner,” Dad warned. I wasn’t as angry as I was hurt. I longed for the way things were before the adoption bombshell. 

“Whatever, Dad,” I muttered, “I gotta go.”

[bruciemilf]

Headcanon that, every year on their birthday, Kryptonians get new superpowers.

Clark doesn’t really keep track; That’s Bruce’s job, for the most part. This year? Mediumship.

me·​di·​um·​ship

/the capacity, function, or profession of a spiritualistic medium/

“Communication with spirits,” Bruce has this habit of nicking his thumb with his teeth, pretty, hazel eyes glossy with thought. Clark doesn’t need supervision to see how beautiful he is when his mind’s at work. “Fascinating.”

“Yep,”

Clark watches Thomas Wayne’s ghost give him the glare of the century behind his son’s back.

The skin of his jawline is entirely ripped off, peeled by Joe Chill’s gun, like the news article said. Sincerely, the Wayne glare scares Clark more.

“Fascinating.”

[youcalledsworld]

The Wrong Hostage

Jazz was just minding her own business walking around Metropolis, after visiting the University she will be going to next year. That was when Lex Luthor crashed near her. She knew she needed to get before the fight could resume or be taken hostage, since this wasn't Amity Park.

Lex was getting his butt kicked even with and with his suit busted he needed to get away. Luckily he still had an energy pistol with him and he landed near a young redhead he could use as a hostage. Sadly Lex didn't know that he picked the worst person to use, because back in Amity Park every Ghost knew not to harm Jazz or Danny would become very ruthless.

As Lex reached for her Jazz yelled as loud as she could for Danny and, pressed the emergency button Danny and Tucker made for her. Despite this Lex still reached for Jazz, but was stopped by a white gloved hand which proceeded to break his forearm. Then he felt himself thrown very hard onto the ground and being repeatedly kicked and stomped on from more than one person.

Superman was just finishing off his fight with metallo when he flew to where he threw Lex. When he got there he was greeted with the sight of multiple white haired teenagers in, black and white Hazmat suits repeatedly kicking and stomping on Lex. While another one was frantically making sure a young Redheaded woman was ok.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

You Didn't Save me (I begged You Not To)

Lex Luthor is not a good man.

He is a literal supervillain, he's also more than aware of the consent issues of what he did when he created Connor.

Yet he is surprised by how furious Superman is making him.

Not that he isn't always angry with Superman but before it wasn't quite so personal.

It was a bigger issue what Superman stood for what he was but right now he's not picking the fight with Superman but with Clark Kent.

He has spent as much time as possible studying everything about kryptonian's from their weakness to their language.

Essentially, Superman should keep better track of his belongings.

Kon-El means abomination.

Lionel Luthor was never a kind man he knows exactly why he is who he is today. He still has slight scars from his fathers belt. Cruel words that years after his father's death, will still haunt his memories.

When he was younger he was friends with Bruce Wayne before being a Villain was his priority.

He remembers hiding at Wayne Manor a feeling of safety he had never felt before.

He's also more than aware that his old friend is running around as a Bat.

Bruce Wayne even as a child always stood for hope was always ready to change the world to stand for something better.

That's is why years later Lex Luthor is knocking on a door that he's not hundred percent sure he won't be turned away from.

Yet Kon-El means abomination.

"Mr. Luthor I was unaware Master Bruce was expecting you?"

Alfred looks older than Lex remembers for some reason the man always seemed above aging untouchable even by time.

"He's not, I need to speak with him please it's urgent."

He is a Luthor begging is below him, but right now he feels fourteen again, with the belief that the people within Wayne Manor can fix anything.

"Of course. Master Bruce is in his study, I will lead you please follow me Mr. Luthor."

He doesn't bring up how he knows the way. That he once ran chasing after Bruce hiding in that very study. That they had broken Vase playing like little boys did. He doesn't bring up crying, terrified that Alfred had promised him no harm should come to him in these halls.

He doesn't correct how he used to be Master Lex. He lost that privilege long ago.

It's been a very long time since he has laid eyes on Bruce Wayne he's seen the tabloids, even a passing glance at a gala but for some reason he didn't picture slight gray hair, a dark black suit, he imagined a Gotham Academy Uniform or a Nirvana Shirt that Lex always wanted to steel but never quite worked up the courage.

He doesn't even hear Alfred's depart he can't tear his eyes away from Bruce.

His throat is dry like all the moisture has somehow left since he walked through the doors.

He is Lex Luthor but right now he doesn't remember what that means.

"Kon-El means abomination did you know that?"

His voice weak. Bruce's face doesn't change, blank.

" I am not my Father. I don't know what to do but I refuse for my child to think he isn't loved by at least one of his parents."

He breathes.

"All those year ago, you told me that you would help that all I had to do was ask, I was an idiot, it's too late for me but not for him."

Bruce's voice startles him he hasn't realized how deep in his own mind he had sank.

"All you had to do was ask."

Bruce's face painted in the same smirk as if they were eighteen again smoking on the manors roof.

Lex Luthor is not a good person, but for Connor Luthor he will try he will rebuild bridges, bend his pride he will beg on his knees.

He never unstood how a parent should be or what it really meant to wake up everyday and have your whole being dedicated to loving and protecting something.

As he watches the rise and fall of his child's chest wrapped in the arms of the third Robin safe in his penthouse behind security straight from Wayne Entirpries and he doesn't regret it.

He know's he would do it all over again and when next Sunday comes and he gets a invite to brunch that he never throught he would see again he knows it was all for the better.

[burritowitch]

Okay so can we talk about how hilarious it is when Lex Luthor is a good dad to Kon? Like man made a clone son of his ex and said ex turns out to be a shitty dad to the clone son while lex luthor, known supervillain, is just a good dad.

Like: kon is feeling unwanted at clarks place so he just. Heads over to lex's and gets fathered while hes there. Kon gets bounced around like a child of divorce for a while before he ends up spending his time between the kent farm (ma and pa are literally the most important ever) and lex's rich guy penthouse.

Whenever lex and clark get into arguments about kon, lex is the one to actually think about whats best for kon long term. Lex doing lame dad shit with kon, trying to take him fishing and birdwatching and shit.

Just. The comedic potential.

[marinawolf]

[hi! work has been crazy but I finally found some time to post this. An angsty first kiss fic for all my supercorp girlies- hope you like it!]

A Revelation (Supercorp)

Lena may or may not have killed Lex, but she did it to save Kara. In the days that follow, she grapples with her confusing grief, her feelings for Kara and the knowledge that she would kill Lex over and over again to save Kara. (OR: Several times Lena wants to kiss Kara, and the one time Kara kisses her.)

(Almost 4K words of angst and fluff tbh)

It was one a.m., and the darkness of the night was only matched by the heavy weight in Lena's heart. She sat on her couch, her eyes fixed on her laptop screen, but her mind lost in the haunting memories of the events that had unfolded just two days ago.

The shadows had crept into her dreams, replaying the chilling scene that had changed everything, making sleep an unwelcome torture, which is why she was trying to distract herself with work.

Lex had made a sinister last move to ensnare her in his web of darkness. With the L Corp building held hostage, he had cruelly used Kara, her closest friend, as a pawn, rendering her powerless with dreaded kryptonite. Yet, even in the face of danger, Kara had displayed unyielding courage and loyalty to Lena, standing firmly between Lena and the loaded gun Lex aimed at her even as her strength drained away.

The situation had been impossible – Lex held a detonator in his other hand, forcing Lena to make an unimaginable choice. Save Kara, the woman who meant everything to her, or save the countless innocent lives in the building.

Every fiber of Lena's being rebelled against causing harm to Kara, but the weight of responsibility for those innocent lives crushed her soul. It was as if Lex had crafted this hellish scenario solely to break her, just as he had been broken by the darkness that consumed him.

In that desperate moment, Lena's mind became a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

But the woman standing before her, the one she was secretly in love with, was worth fighting for, worth sacrificing everything to keep safe. It was her fear for Kara's life that made Lena reach for the gun she had concealed, clutching onto the last shreds of hope to rescue both Kara and the innocent souls caught in the crossfire.

Time seemed to stand still as she pulled the trigger, the sound echoing through the air like a chilling proclamation of her resolve. The bullet found its mark, and Lex's body crashed through the window, disappearing into the night, but not before Lena saw the shock and betrayal in his eyes.

But no body was found, leaving Lena with the torment of uncertainty – had she truly taken her brother's life?

The days that followed were a blur of guilt and sleepless nights. The image of Lex's haunting face, juxtaposed with the memories of happier times, tormented her relentlessly. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the Lex she once knew – the kind, sweet big brother who had once been her protector, before corruption twisted him beyond recognition. It felt like she was being pulled apart by conflicting loyalties, torn between the darkness of her actions and the knowledge that she had ultimately done the right thing.

And now, as she sat on her couch at one a.m., her emotions reached their breaking point. Tears welled up in her eyes, ready to spill over. She felt adrift in a storm of self-doubt and remorse.

But just as she was about to be swallowed whole by her emotions, to be consumed entirely by the darkness, a familiar thud outside on her balcony drew her attention. Her heart, heavy as it was, skipped a beat as the door creaked open, and Kara stepped into the room.

Her radiant presence illuminated the darkness around Lena, a lighthouse guiding her through the storm. With her blond hair gently tousled by the night breeze and her brilliant blue eyes sparkling in the soft light of Lena's living room, Kara was a vision.

A heart-stopping smile graced Kara's lips, and Lena's brain short circuited for a second. Despite the turmoil inside her, she couldn't help but smile back, a small flicker of light in the shadows. Kara's presence always had a way of making everything else fade into the background.

"Kara, hi," Lena whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

"Lena. How are you holding up?" Kara's voice was gentle, filled with genuine concern.

Lena's gaze, clouded with unspoken anguish, met Kara's tender eyes. The kindness and care reflected in Kara's gaze threatened to shatter the fragile facade Lena had constructed to hold herself together. She clenched her trembling hands, determined to suppress the overwhelming surge of emotions, and instead fixated on Kara's consuming presence.

"I'm okay, all things considered," Lena managed to respond, her voice laced with a hint of weariness. But she knew that Kara, with her unparalleled understanding, saw through the veil of strength Lena presented to the world. She could sense the tumult raging beneath the surface, the cracks in Lena's composure.

Without a word, Kara sat down beside Lena, her graceful form slipping effortlessly under the blanket Lena had draped over herself before she took the laptop from Lena's hands and gently placed it on the floor. The contours of her Supergirl suit accentuated her physique, offering a fleeting and welcome distraction from the weight of Lena's thoughts.

Kara snuggled up to Lena, a strong arm encircling Lena's shoulders, drawing her into a protective embrace. The proximity, their bodies pressed together, sent Lena's heart into a tumultuous frenzy. But amid the whirlwind of conflicting feelings, Lena found safety in Kara's comforting presence.

"I'm sorry about Lex," Kara whispered, her voice barely audible, "I know you loved him. I'm sorry you had to do what you did," she continued, her words a gentle caress against Lena's fractured soul.

The floodgates within Lena, already straining under the weight of grief and guilt, gave way. Tears streamed down her cheeks, unchecked and raw, as she began to sob uncontrollably into Kara's steady shoulder.

Kara responded with unwavering tenderness, enfolding Lena in her arms, holding her close as if to shield her from the pain that threatened to consume her. In that moment, Lena realized the true depth of Kara's understanding. Throughout the aftermath of the ordeal with Lex, others had commended Lena for her actions, expressing admiration for her courage and bravery. They had offered hollow reassurances, asking if she was okay after being subjected to such a harrowing threat. But none of them truly comprehended the complex tapestry of emotions woven within Lena's heart. No one had truly understood the agony Lena had endured—the impossible choices she had faced and the torment that plagued her every thought. None of them understood the profound grief that gripped her.

But Kara saw her. Kara felt her pain with a depth that no one else could fathom. And Lena loved her all the more for it, for the genuine empathy and compassion she showed without reservation. In that moment, as Kara placed a gentle kiss on her head, Lena realized just how much she depended on this extraordinary woman by her side.

Kara held her tightly and her hand soothingly caressed Lena's hair, offering a tender reassurance that she was not alone in her grief.

Her sobs eventually subsided, but Kara continued to hold her, their hearts beating in unison.

--

As Lena's tears finally subsided, she felt utterly drained, her body and soul exhausted from the emotional release. She found herself nestled against Kara's chest, their closeness causing her to short circuit again. As she lifted her head slightly, she couldn't help but notice how close their faces were, their lips almost brushing against each other. Lena's heart pounded in her chest, and for a fleeting moment, she entertained the intoxicating idea of closing that distance, of kissing Kara.

The intimate proximity sent a surge of anticipation through Lena's veins, her gaze fixated on Kara's enticing lips. They were so close, just a breath away from tasting the sweetness she had longed for. So close that she could feel Kara's breath on her own lips.

Time seemed to stand still as they sat in that charged moment. Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest, teetering on the edge of an exhilarating precipice, as she summoned the courage to bridge the distance and claim the kiss she desired.

Kara, still and unmoving, met Lena's gaze.

The seconds stretched into eternity as Lena's heart fluttered, desperately seeking the courage to take that daring step. But the weight of their friendship, the fear of crossing a line and losing Kara's precious companionship, held her back. Kara was there to offer comfort as a friend, and Lena wasn't willing to risk their precious bond. With a sudden, almost desperate movement, Lena sat back, wiping away her tears, and offered a shaky laugh.

"Ugh, I think I ruined your suit," she quipped, trying to diffuse the charged atmosphere that enveloped them.

Kara's smile was both tender and reassuring. "It's pretty impervious to most things, don't worry," she joked.

"Feeling better?" Kara asked gently, her concern still evident.

Lena nodded, her voice barely above a whisper, "Thank you."

"You should get some sleep, Lena. You look like you haven't slept in days."

A wry smile tugged at the corners of Lena's lips as she replied, "I know. I'll try and get some sleep tonight."

Kara stood up then, extending her hand to Lena, her intentions unclear to Lena in her emotional haze. "Come on, then," she said softly.

Lena was momentarily confused, her thoughts still tangled in the emotional web that had enveloped her. "Where?" she asked, her confusion evident.

"To sleep. I'm gonna stay with you to make sure you sleep."

Lena's heart skipped a beat, and a rush of emotions flooded her as she took Kara's outstretched hand. She followed Kara into the room, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and gratitude for this gesture of kindness.

Once in the bedroom, Lena handed Kara some sweats and a t-shirt, their fingers grazing ever so slightly in the exchange, igniting a spark of electricity. They settled into bed side by side, and Lena tried to control her somersaulting heart.

The comfort she found in Kara's presence was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a blend of safety and tenderness that wrapped around her like a blanket.

Despite the whirlwind of emotions that engulfed her, Lena finally found herself relaxing, her thoughts consumed by Kara. Kara's steady presence offered her a sense of peace and security that had eluded her in the restless nights prior. Listening to the sound of Kara's steady breathing, Lena finally drifted off to sleep.

--

Lena woke up to a soft light bathing the room, immediately noting the warmth enveloping her. As consciousness swept over her, she realized that Kara had cuddled up to her in their sleep, closing the physical gap between them. Now, Kara's body pressed intimately against Lena's back, her arm encircling Lena's waist. Lena felt the gentle rhythm of Kara's breath cascading over the nape of her neck, sending a surge of electricity through her veins.

In an instant, her heart pounded in her chest, the presence of Kara so near amplifying the intensity of her emotions.

The soft sounds of Kara stirring reached Lena's ears as Kara slowly woke from her slumber.

"Hey," Kara whispered in a sleepy voice, her words laced with concern. "You okay?"

"Yes," Lena managed to choke out, her voice catching in her throat. "Did I wake you?"

Kara untangled herself from Lena's embrace, allowing her to turn and face her. The sight of Kara, her eyes drowsy but still sparkling with affection, made Lena's heart skip a beat.

"Your heartbeat woke me," Kara explained with a soft laugh, her superhearing attuned to every nuance of Lena's being. "Were you scared or something?"

Lena's cheeks flushed, and she could only imagine how obvious her racing heart had been to Kara. Of course, Kara would hear her racing heartbeat every time. Before she could find a suitable reply, Kara stood up, and stretched. The hem of Kara's t-shirt lifted slightly, revealing a glimpse of her well-defined abs, and Lena's heart rate skyrocketed once again. She cursed her body's inability to calm down in Kara's presence. Lena could have sworn she detected a mischievous smirk on Kara's lips, but the moment passed without further remark.

"Coffee?" Kara offered, and Lena nodded, grateful for the distraction. She followed Kara to the kitchen, where she busied herself with the coffee machine. Lena watched her, captivated by the grace in Kara's movements and the effortless way she made a mundane morning ritual look like an art. She loved that Kara had made herself at home so easily, as if she had always belonged in Lena's apartment. The domestic familiarity made Lena smile.

With the coffee ready, Kara handed Lena a cup. As she took a sip, Lena couldn't help but marvel at how Kara's coffee always tasted perfect. She made it perfectly to Lena's taste, something that even Lena's trained assistants failed to do.

--

Placing her empty cup in the sink, Lena pivoted to find Kara standing closely behind her. Kara reached around Lena, placing her own cup in the sink. Their bodies pressed together, the charged atmosphere crackling with anticipation. Lena looked up, her gaze landing on Kara's tousled hair and sleepy eyes and she longed to lean in and capture Kara's lips in a searing kiss, to express the intensity of her emotions . The desire to taste Kara's lips, to bridge the gap between them, surged within Lena, a hunger she struggled to contain. And in Kara's intense gaze, Lena could have sworn that for a second she glimpsed a mirrored yearning.

Their moment was shattered by the shrill ring of Kara's phone, piercing through the charged atmosphere. Kara moved away, swiftly grabbing her phone with a groan of frustration. "Duty calls," she lamented before dashing into Lena's room and emerging once again in her Supergirl suit.

Before she could leave, Kara turned to Lena, the concern evident in her eyes.

"Will you be okay?" she asked, softly.

Lena nodded, her heart aching, "I'll be fine. Just be safe."

"I'll be back later," she promised, and Lena knew she would anxiously await Kara's return.

As Kara disappeared into the sky, Lena found herself wishing she had seized the moment, wishing she had kissed Kara before the day took them in different directions, but she was too afraid. Time and circumstance, and her own fears, always conspired against her.

As soon as Kara's presence dissipated, Lena's sanctuary crumbled, leaving her adrift in a sea of restlessness and longing. The haunting image of Lex's face returned to torment her once again. Lena sat down on her living room floor and closed her eyes, seeking solace within the darkness, grappling with the demons that relentlessly haunted her soul.

--

Lena's world felt shattered as she remained huddled on the living room floor, her thoughts consumed by the overwhelming weight of guilt and uncertainty. Her mind was a whirlwind of torment, constantly questioning whether she had truly killed her brother, or if he was still out there, a looming threat, plotting his next move. Each possibility carried its own brand of torment, but she didn't know which outcome would be worse.

Lena could sense Kara's presence behind her before she even heard her voice, and she realised then that she had spent hours sitting there, on the floor. Kara's arms encircled Lena, almost immediately calming the storm raging within her.

"Lena?" Kara's voice was soft, cutting through the haze of Lena's torment.

Summoning every ounce of strength, Lena managed to lift her gaze and meet Kara's eyes. "Hey," she whispered, her voice laden with weariness and vulnerability, "You're back." Kara's mere presence offered a glimmer of comfort amidst the chaos.

With gentle care, Kara lifted Lena from the floor and settled her onto the couch. Kneeling before her, Kara's eyes bore into Lena's, their intensity captivating her. Lena yearned to lose herself in the depths of Kara's gaze.

"Lena, I know you're hurting. What you had to do—I can't even imagine having to do something like that. But I need you to know that it's not your fault, okay? Lex made his choices, and he chose darkness every time. And he tried to force you to choose darkness too, but you resisted. You chose to save lives, to save me." Kara's words penetrated Lena's shattered spirit, cutting through the darkness, offering some absolution.

Tears streamed down Lena's cheeks as she finally spoke.

"I killed my brother, Kara. My own brother. I should have tried harder to save him, to bring him back."

Kara sat down next to Lena and pulled her closer.

"You loved him, but he wasn't the Lex you knew anymore, okay? He lost himself a long time ago and he didn't want to be saved. Believe me, my cousin tried. And you saved so many people, Lena. I wish I could take this all away, all this pain, but all I can do is tell you that you didn't do anything wrong. And we don't know that he's dead. If he's still alive, I'll find him and bring him back to you, okay?"

Lena nodded, acknowledging Kara's words, and they sat in shared silence. Amidst the weight of her grief, Lena's mind wandered, considering the alternate path that could have unfolded. What if Lex had succeeded in killing Kara? The thought alone devastated Lena. She realized then, with unwavering conviction, that she would willingly traverse the same harrowing path if it meant protecting Kara. For her, Kara's safety was worth any sacrifice, even if it meant sacrificing her own life.

Finally, Lena mustered the courage to look into Kara's eyes, her heart laid bare.

"You know, if it meant saving you, I would do it all over again."

The words hung in the air. Kara's breath hitched.

Lena reached out, her fingertips gently caressing Kara's cheek. The moment crackled with an electric energy. However, the abrupt interruption of the elevator's ding shattered the intimacy of the moment. They instinctively pulled apart, Lena's desires restrained by the intrusion of their friends from the DEO, who entered Lena's apartment, their voices jarring against the backdrop of the emotional maelstrom that had enveloped Lena and Kara.

Lena couldn't look at Kara, afraid of what she would see in those eyes. So she stood up, plastered a fake smile on her face and turned to face their friends.

--

Hours had passed since her friends departed, leaving Lena alone in her apartment. She stood on the balcony, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the illuminated National City skyline. A mixture of emotions swirled within her, longing for Kara's comforting presence, even though she understood the demands on her friend's time. Lost in her thoughts, the sudden thud behind her drew Lena's attention, and she was shocked to see an exhilarated Kara standing behind her.

"He's alive," Kara's words tumbled out, rushed and filled with urgency, causing Lena's heart to seize in her chest. "He's alive. I found a camera pointing at where he fell, and the footage shows him getting up. He's hurt, but he's alive, Lena and I'm going to find him for you. He couldn't have gotten far. I'll bring him to the DEO, and we can figure out what to do from there. I just wanted to make sure you knew that you didn't kill him."

Lena's breath caught in her throat as relief mingled with disbelief. Lex was alive. Despite the pain he had caused her, a part of her couldn't fathom being responsible for his demise. But she didn't care about saving his soul any longer- She understood now that he had willingly given himself over to the darkness. She didn't kill him and that's all that mattered. And she couldn't bear the thought of Kara placing herself in danger for her sake. All she could think about now was Kara- how much she loved her. Kara was willing to face her own enemy, to save him, just for Lena's sake, to place herself in danger at Lex's hands just to offer Lena some relief. What had Lena done to deserve such unwavering devotion?

"Kara, I--" Lena's voice faltered, her words lost in the torrent of emotions coursing through her. Before she could find the right words, Kara cut her off, her voice laced with determination.

"And also, there's something I've wanted to do."

In an instant, Kara closed the distance between them, placing her hands on Lena's waist and capturing Lena's lips in a searing kiss. Shock and surprise coursed through Lena's veins. Kara's lips were soft yet demanding, a revelation- a thrilling revelation that Kara reciprocated her feelings, that their connection ran deeper than mere friendship.

As they kissed, tears welled up in Lena's eyes, spilling down her cheeks and onto their lips. The tears were not of sadness, but of unadulterated happiness, a release of the pent-up longing, years of yearning and the countless nights she had spent grappling with her feelings. She had longed for this moment, and now it was here, making everything else fade away. Time seemed to bend to their will, allowing this moment to stretch into eternity.

In that kiss, Lena poured all her hidden feelings, her love that she had guarded so fiercely, into a single moment of pure vulnerability. She felt her doubts and fears dissipate as Kara kissed her back with the same intensity, affirming that this was real, that her love was reciprocated.

Lena's hands desperately tangled in Kara's hair, pulling her closer. As the kiss deepened, the world around them faded into insignificance. There was only Kara and only Lena, and every hidden feeling now laid bare.

As they reluctantly broke apart for air, breathing heavily, Lena's voice trembled as she finally confessed,

"I love you."

And in response, Kara kissed her once again, with an intensity that spoke volumes.

And as they finally pulled apart, their foreheads resting against each other, Kara whispered,

"I love you, too."

[fairyroses]

Why protect a Clark Kent who hates you, when you can help the one who wants to be your ally?

— SMALLVILLE, “Bizarro” (7.01)

[vertigoartgore]

Waid's Superman: Birthright splash page by Leinil Yu & Dave McCaig.

[superdictionary]

Proper - Lex Luthor is waiting for the proper time to trick Supergirl. He is waiting for just the right time to trick her. Do you think you can do it, Lex?

Protect - Hawkman will protect the people from the runaway lions. He will keep the people safe. The people will be protected when he catches the lions.

[hazardouslesbian]

one of the many things that kills me about lex in smallville is that he tries SO hard to be a good person in spite of everything he goes through—which usually manifests in the way he gives just about everything he has to protect the people he cares about. And it doesn’t even have to be people he’s known for a long time, someone will do one nice thing for him and he’s like wow… thank you so much.. would it be okay if I tried to solve all of your life’s problems and made sure nothing bad ever happened to you ever again? And sure it’s like kind of insane that he does that, but at the same time it’s remarkable that someone who has first hand seen some of the worst things humanity has to offer at the hand of his own father since he was a kid, is still so willing to see the good in people, and deem them worthy of unconditional love and protection. Obviously he does this the most with Clark and the Kents and how devoted he is to them regardless of how poorly they treat him, and while I think that’s because he truly loved and cared about Clark I think it’s also because in a way he’s trying to be the person he never had

[bluejaysandblackbats]

If There’s Nothing Missing In My Life…

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam

Summary: Newly-emancipated popstar and child actor, Conner (screen name: Lucky) navigates high school and stardom on his own.

Chapters: 16/?

Characters: Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech, Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Hillary Chang

Additional Tags: Highschool AU, Celebrity AU, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Conner Luthor, Lex Luthor is Conner’s Parent, Teen Angst, Angst, POV First Person, No Powers AU, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, POV Conner Kent, Protective Lex Luthor, Child Celebrity AU

Chapter Sixteen: In The Wind

The wind hit my face as I stood on the ledge of my apartment building. I texted everyone I knew and said goodbye. I didn't think it'd be so hard to jump, though. My eyes were red and swollen from crying, and I could see just enough to be paralyzed with fear. I held onto the wall and stared straight ahead. "Kid! Lucky!" Rex yelled. Rex used me, too. He was the worst of them all, and it reminded me of why I was there. People like him telling me who to talk to, what to wear, and how to look...

"Go away!" I screamed.

"Lucky, listen... Don't jump! You've got a lot to live—."

"Shut up! All you ever cared about was the money! So go ahead, take what you want, and get out!" I interrupted. I didn't want to hear his voice anymore. I didn't want to hear anything.

"Lucky, I'm sorry! If you wanna fire me, fire me, but don't do this—."

"Get out, or I'll jump!" I yelled. I heard sirens and laid my head back against the wall. "No... No, please tell them to go away!" I started crying again because I didn't want an audience. I just wanted to go out quickly and quietly.

"Lucky! How many of these did you take?" Lois asked.

"Lucky, come back to the window so we can help you—."

Lois and Clark meant well, but hearing their voices hurt me even more. I felt so unloved and unwanted, and I'd already pushed the only person that ever really wanted me away. "I don't want any of you! I want my dad, and he's not coming! So, I'm gonna stand here until I go to sleep! And if anyone tries to stop me, I'll jump!" I threatened.

There were no more bargaining chips. I was in control. And for once, I didn't wanna be. I closed my eyes and thought about how badly I wanted to curl up in my dad's office and read a book. I wanted to go home with him and let everything return to normal. I didn't see that as possible, so I couldn't turn back. Life wasn't worth living if I couldn't have my dad back. I started crying so hard I could barely hear the police sirens. I felt sick to my stomach, and I wanted to throw up. I swallowed hard as I wept.

"Conner! Conner, don't you dare jump!" Dad yelled. I wiped my eyes and turned my head toward the window. "Let me come and get you!"

"Dad?" I asked. The pills started to kick in, and I felt woozy and needed to sit down. "Dad, what are you doing here?"

He leaned out of the window and reached for my hand. "It's past your bedtime," Dad chastised me. I reached for his hand and stumbled, shaking my head as I regained my balance.

"I can't reach it," I cried, "Dad, I'm so sorry for everything! I should've stayed home with you! I should've listened to you—."

"I'm the adult here... And I wasn't acting like it. I let my pride get in the way, and I stood idly by as everyone picked you apart... I was wrong, and I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Conner. Now, stand still, and let me get you," Dad interrupted. I stood still and watched as he climbed out the window and grabbed my hand. "I need you to walk with me."

I shook my head. "Dad, I can't! I'm too scared!" I cried. He squeezed my hand.

"Me too... But I am not about to lose my little boy," Dad replied, "I'm not gonna let you go this time. Let's get you inside." I nodded, swallowed hard, and we took small steps until he climbed into the window. I started to panic, and he squeezed my hand. "Shhh, I'm still here. I'm not gonna let you fall." I crouched down and climbed in, and my dad yanked me away from the window so hard we both fell down, and he held me in his arms. I pulled away and threw up. It was just us two. Everyone else left. I was thankful for that because I was a mess and didn't want to be looked at by anyone.

"Dad," I gagged. "I'm so sorry—."

"Don't worry about it. I've got you now... It's all gonna be okay," Dad reassured me. Everyone's voices faded into the background as he spoke to me.

I felt so tired and cold that I couldn't talk anymore. I hugged my dad and closed my eyes, but my dad shook me and tried to hold me up. "Conner, I know you're sleepy, but you've gotta stay up late with me just this once. You told me you missed hearing your name. Your real name. Conner. You wanted us to call you Conner—."

"I gotta go to th' hozp'tal. News—."

My dad shushed me. "That doesn't matter right now... What's important is that you stay awake until the paramedics get up here. Can you do that for me?" Dad asked. I wasn't sure if I could. I didn't want to lie to him. "Can you try?" I nodded. "Good boy... That's my boy. Wanna come home here or with me when you're released from the hospital?"

"Wanna go wi' you," I slurred. He held my face in his hands. "'M ready to go now."

"They're almost here... The elevators are slow. Conner," Dad raised his voice, "Conner, I heard your song. Your manager's daughter sent it to me. Did you write that?" I nodded, and my head drooped. "You've matured so much. I had no idea you could write like that."

The paramedics took me, but I wouldn't let go of my dad's hand until they promised to let him come along. I lost consciousness in the ambulance, and when I woke up, I had to speak with a doctor who explained where I was and what would happen to me. I told them that I wanted to be released into the custody of my dad, and they promised to take note of that so I could take it to court. I was still out of it, but I meant every word. My two and a half days at the hospital were a blur, but it was good to finally see my dad again when he picked me up. We immediately got on a plane and went home to Metropolis, and I slept for nearly three days straight.

Dad never left my side. Every time I got up to eat or shower, he was right there, with a hand in my hair and a smile. He was happy to see me home, really happy. After four days of jet lag and feeling like crap, I asked my dad if I could see my phone. He hesitated but gave in anyway. I immediately looked online to see what people had to say. I ran a hand through my hair and took a deep breath. "I'm gonna see if I can call—."

He took my phone and shook his head. "Let's be Conner for a little bit. I missed Conner," Dad whispered, "But we can go outside if you want. Get something to eat at one of your favorite restaurants?" I nodded and got dressed in sweats and a hoodie. I didn't want to be seen... But I wanted to go outside. The concept of having to face anyone but Dad terrified me.

"Hey, Diddoo?" I whispered as he waited by the front door with his keys.

"What's the matter?" Dad asked.

I wrung my hands. "Why—? Lois and Clark... Have you talked to them?" I asked. He nodded.

"Do you want to see them?" Dad questioned. I shook my head. "It's okay if you do... I won't be upset."

I walked up to him and hugged him. "I feel like I screwed everything up," I mumbled. He shook his head.

"No, you're still learning... And I can't shield you from that anymore. You made a lot of good decisions on your own. All you needed was a little guidance," Dad reassured, "Come on, let's go get you something to eat."

[cinturon-cadena]

WTF Does This Show Think It's Doing Being This Fucking Good and Trauma Dumping Everything I'm Not Crying You Are!!!!

S3E19 Memoria.

I am Actually Upset. I am crying. This is legitimately Sad. Genuine childhood trauma and repressed memories and it's just so Real. Not, 'oh my poor blorbo/baby boy' real, but like, 'this could be an actual real person who had this shit happen to them' and it's actually so horribly sad and depressing and good thing I don't have work tomorrow because it's going to take me at least a day to recover from this.

I am genuinely devastated. It hurts so much because I know there are Real People out there me who have to deal with repressed childhood trauma and this just hit so hard for me.

Also is it just me or is Clark a major asshole in this series? Like, just tell them the goddamned truth you fucking prick!!!

FUCK!!!

[aromancy]

My favorite interpretation of Lex Luthor is as the pinnacle of human excellence. Man loves humanity so much, and hates Superman because he isn't one. Lex has done everything to get ahead in life; he's fit, attractive, rich, and famous, and he's given up every human relationship to reach that level. But he will never reach Superman's level, never be his equal. No matter how high he climbs, there's always another rung. Like Icarus, flying too close to the sun, it is his pursuit of the unattainable that leads to his downfall. And he can't be talked out of his pursuit because it's so core to who he is, so crucial to his being. That's some compelling stuff, right there.

[marinawolf]

You're My Hero, Lena Luthor (Supercorp)

(in which Lena saves Kara)

Lena busied herself with preparations for a movie night with her best friend, Kara Danvers. She unlatched the balcony door before setting out food and drinks, knowing that it was Kara's preferred entrance to her apartment after a long night of being Supergirl. Lena busied herself with grabbing blankets and pillows, but deep within her, a torrent of emotions raged, bound by the heavy chains of secrecy. She had a secret- she was desperately in love with Kara. But it was a secret she could never dare to reveal, because the fear of losing Kara and their precious friendship consumed her every thought.

A year had passed since that lightning bolt of realization had struck Lena's heart. It had happened so unexpectedly, as she watched Kara devour potstickers and vent about work, which had been an ordinary occurrence, but that day, something shifted. In that instant, she realized the truth she had been denying: she was in love with Kara. The realization had shattered the walls she had built around her own sexuality, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Lena knew she had to keep her feelings hidden. She couldn't risk losing Kara, the person who meant the world to her. If friendship was all she could have, she would embrace it with all her heart, sacrificing her own desires. She would do whatever it took to keep Kara in her life, even if it meant enduring the ache in her heart. If being a friend was all she could have, then that's what she would be. She would stand by Kara's side, offering unwavering loyalty and support, a comforting presence whenever Kara needed it. Lena's own happiness became secondary; as long as Kara was happy and remained a part of her life, Lena would find solace in that alone.

Besides, Lena doubted that Kara could ever feel the same way. Kara was straight, or at least that was what Lena believed. She had only seen Kara date guys, although none of them seemed to capture her attention for too long, and Kara never mentioned a different attraction. Still, Lena couldn't help but question if Kara could ever reciprocate her feelings. It was a painful uncertainty that tormented her, threatening to consume her every waking moment.

Kara's beauty captivated Lena's senses, each facet of her being enchanting and magnetic. Her bashful grace, unwavering strength, and tireless commitment to righteousness entranced Lena, casting an unbreakable spell upon her heart. Kara was the light that guided Lena's path, the singular source of goodness in a world shrouded in darkness. And those sapphire blue eyes, they were both Lena's sanctuary and her downfall, haunting her dreams and offering glimpses of an elusive future, and Lena could see her life unfolding in those shades of blue.

But Lena knew she had to keep her walls up, fearing that revealing her feelings would only cause Kara to pull away, ruining their friendship. Fleeting moments between them teased her hopes—the two of them cuddled together on the couch, or sharing lingering glances and exchanging soft, secret smiles, it felt as though there might be something more. But Lena dared not place her trust in these ephemeral signs. Self-doubt gnawed at her, a constant companion in the labyrinth of her anguished heart.

If Kara only wanted her as a friend, then Lena would accept it, even if it tore her apart inside. She would bury her longing deep within, pretending that her heart wasn't breaking with every smile, every touch, every stolen moment they shared. Lena would be the steadfast companion, the one who would never abandon Kara, regardless of her own desires.

And so, Lena continued to set up for their movie night with her friend.

--

Lena carefully placed Kara's favourite blanket on the couch, still lost in the whirlwind of her thoughts, waiting for Kara to arrive. The intrusive sound of her phone ringing shattered the silence in her apartment. Startled, she reached for it, expecting to hear Kara's voice on the other end, assuring her that she was on her way. However, her heart sank as she glanced at the caller ID, revealing Alex's name. Concern immediately gripped her, as they rarely called each other, especially at this late hour. With a mix of worry and anticipation, Lena answered the call.

Alex? What's wrong?" Lena's voice trembled with a hint of fear, her mind racing through the countless possibilities of what could have happened.

"Lena," the urgency in Alex's voice was palpable. "I... I don't know how to say this, but Kara has been taken by Lex. He sent us a video. He's hurting her, Lena. With Kryptonite."

Lena's world shattered in an instant. The weight of those words crashed down upon her, threatening to drown her in a sea of anguish. She clutched the phone tightly, struggling to find her voice, her mind reeling with disbelief. Kara, her sweet, pure Kara, in the clutches of her own evil brother, enduring unimaginable pain. It was a betrayal that tore at Lena's very core, a stark reminder of the darkness that always lingered within her family.

She had believed she could rise above the darkness that plagued her family, that she had escaped their grasp. But now, that darkness was reaching for the woman she loved, threatening to taint and consume her light. A surge of fierce protectiveness surged through Lena's veins, overriding her own fear and pain.

"I'll be there soon, Alex. We'll find her. We have to."

Without wasting another moment, Lena hastily gathered her belongings, her mind a whirlwind of anguish, rage, and fear. The drive to the DEO was a blur, her grip on the steering wheel tightening with every passing second. She arrived at the facility, her steps quick and purposeful, leading her to Alex, who stood there with a haunted expression, holding the damning evidence of Kara's torment.

Lena's heart hammered in her chest as she watched the video, her vision blurred by tears that threatened to spill. Lex's maniacal laughter echoed through the room, each instance of Kryptonite-inflicted pain etching itself into Lena's soul. The sound of Kara's screams reverberated through Lena's very being, igniting a firestorm of anguish and rage within her.

But amidst the despair that threatened to consume her, Lena's gaze caught a fleeting glimpse of the background in the video. Her breath hitched as recognition dawned upon her—it was the cave they had played in as children, a place where innocence once thrived. And in that moment of clarity, Lena knew. She knew where Lex had taken Kara.

With a resolute determination, Lena made a silent vow to protect the woman she loved. She slipped away from the DEO, leaving no trace of her intentions, knowing the risks involved. Lex would kill anyone else who entered that cave, and Lena couldn't put their lives at stake. She knew that Alex would be mad, but she had to protect her too.

Lena returned to her apartment, her movements fueled by a potent mix of anger, desperation, and love. She retrieved her gun from the safe, her fingers trembling as she clasped it tightly, a tangible symbol of her readiness to face her own brother, to confront the darkness that threatened to consume them all.

Entering the cave, Lena's heart raced in sync with the rapid beat of her footsteps, her mind focused on the mission ahead. She encountered Lex's cunning booby traps along the way, disabling them with deftness. Finally, she arrived at the back of the cave, where her eyes fell upon the unconscious form of Kara—weak, battered, and bloodied.

Time seemed to stand still as Lena rushed to Kara's side, tears streaming down her face. With trembling hands, she gently cradled Kara's face, her touch a delicate caress against the bruises that marred her skin. The sight of Kara's vulnerability, the evidence of her suffering, tore at Lena's very soul.

Lena's trembling fingertips brushed against Kara's blood-stained face, a mixture of concern and tenderness etched upon her own. Kara's beautiful blue eyes fluttered open, but there was a hint of confusion, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. Lena's heart skipped a beat at the sight of Kara's fragile smile, as if Lena's presence defied all logic and belonged to a realm beyond reality.

"You're back," Kara whispered, her voice barely audible. Lena's breath caught in her throat, feeling the weight of those words. The intensity of Kara's gaze bore into her, yet there was an ethereal quality to it, as if Kara believed Lena to be a mirage in her blood-streaked world. Lena fought to steady her voice, to reassure Kara that she was indeed real.

"I'm here," Lena replied, her voice trembling with a mix of relief and longing. She reached out to untie the straps that held Kara down, her heart sinking as she noticed the residue of kryptonite coating them. The realization of the cruelty Kara had endured at Lex's hands tightened the grip of anger within Lena.

With gentle care, Lena helped Kara sit up, supporting her weakened form. Their eyes locked. And in that hushed moment, as if whispered by the faintest of breaths, Kara murmured, "You're so beautiful."

Lena's heartbeat quickened, her mind and emotions colliding. Before she could respond, Kara's lips pressed against hers in a soft, fleeting kiss. Lena's mind whirled with the intensity of the moment, but before she could respond, Kara's strength faltered, and she slumped against Lena, falling unconscious once more.

As Lena held Kara close, the silence was shattered by the mocking laughter that echoed through the cave. Lex's chilling presence filled the air as he stepped into view, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Wow, that was touching," he scoffed, his laughter laced with disdain. "I'm actually in tears, look." He pointed to his feigned display of emotion, the insincerity clear in his voice. "You came alone, sister? Brave of you," Lex taunted, his words dripping with malicious intent.

Lena's eyes blazed with anger as she locked her gaze on her brother, a simmering hatred burning within her. Lex, fueled by his own malice, didn't like Lena's silence. He spoke, his voice laced with anger. "All this is touching, really," he sneered, "but you know they'll never truly trust you. We're Luthors, Lena. Stop denying your legacy and join me."

Gently placing Kara on the bed, Lena's resolve hardened, her voice firm and resolute. "I will never join you, Lex," she declared, her words echoing with unwavering determination. The weight of her family name no longer held power over her. She had forged her own path, separate from the darkness that consumed her brother.

Lex's face twisted with both frustration and disbelief, unable to comprehend Lena's defiance. The bond they once shared seemed irreparably broken. In his delusion, he failed to understand that Lena's allegiance had shifted the moment she met Kara, guided by love and a desire to protect what truly mattered to her.

A surge of rage distorted Lex's features, his voice laced with frustration. "They really got to you, huh? How pathetic," he spat. "A Luthor reduced to being Supergirl's little whore. But mark my words, Lena, they'll turn on you the second they have a reason to doubt you. And they'll always doubt you."

Determination hardened Lena's gaze as she stared back at her brother, the remnants of hope for his redemption fading away. She had clung to the memories of the Lex she once knew, the Lex she hoped he could become again. But now, confronted with his unyielding darkness, she recognized the futility of that hope. Her hatred for him surged, fueled by his twisted actions.

Before Lena could respond, a searing pain tore through her leg, causing her to cry out in agony.

Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze dropped to her thigh, where blood spilled out, staining her jeans in a vivid crimson. Shock and disbelief flooded her senses, rendering her momentarily speechless. How had she not seen the gun? Yet there it was, smoke curling from Lex's gloved hands, the weapon of betrayal and destruction.

The pain from the gunshot wound intensified, shooting through her nerves like an electric current. Lena's mind reeled, struggling to process the gravity of the situation. Each passing second only intensified her anguish, and her vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes. She clutched her wounded leg, trying in vain to halt the crimson flow, feeling helpless against the relentless onslaught.

With a trembling gaze, Lena shifted her focus from her own injury to the figure of Kara lying motionless on the nearby bed. Her heart constricted with a mix of fear and dread. In Lex's other hand, a kryptonite gun hung casually from his fingers, serving as a chilling reminder of the threat to Kara's life. Lena knew that in Kara's weakened state, a bullet from that gun would be fatal.

A wave of sheer terror coursed through Lena's veins, overpowering the pain that radiated from her leg. She fought to steady her trembling limbs, knowing that time was slipping away, and Kara's life hung in the balance. Sweat mingled with the tears streaming down her face, a testament to the fear that gripped her so tightly.

Defiance blazed within her as she took a staggering step forward, her focus unwavering. She was resolved to protect Kara, no matter the cost. The pain in her leg surged with every movement, threatening to consume her, but Lena pressed on. Her eyes bore into Lex's, catching a glimpse of the sadistic satisfaction that danced in his gaze.

"Lex, no matter what you do to me, I will never allow you to harm her," Lena managed to utter, her voice strained yet resolute. The pain in her leg continued to scream through her body.

"Wait," he taunted, a sinister smirk playing on his lips, "let me rephrase my earlier statement. The only way to save her is to kill me, and I know you won't do that. So it's best that you join me, sister. We can be a family again."

With a cruel flicker of his hand, Lex activated the kryptonite gun, pointing it directly at Kara, poised to end her life. Lena's heart raced, her protective instincts kicking into overdrive. Lena's body throbbed with searing pain, her wounded leg screaming with each step she took. But as her gaze fell upon Kara, lying unconscious and vulnerable on the bed, a surge of determination overcame her. With sheer force of will, Lena pushed through the agony, her mind focused solely on Kara's well-being. Ignoring the shooting pain in her leg, she mustered every ounce of strength she had left. Gritting her teeth against the torment, she moved toward Kara, determination etched across her face. She positioned herself between Lex and Kara. Her hand instinctively reached for her own gun, gripping it tightly.

In a voice filled with determination, Lena declared her unwavering stance. "She is my family," she affirmed. With resolve burning in her eyes, Lena squeezed the trigger, the gunshot piercing the air as the bullet found its mark, striking Lex in the stomach.

Lex's face twisted in shock, his hand instinctively pressing against the wound, blood seeping through his fingers. He staggered backward, the pain searing through him, before collapsing to the floor with a guttural groan.

With fiery determination still coursing through her veins, Lena took a calculated step toward the fallen Lex. She stood over him, her body trembling with rage and an overwhelming desire to exact revenge, fueled by years of resentment and the raw desire to protect Kara. Her fingers tightened around the gun as a dark impulse urged her to end him. The seething darkness clawed at the edges of her mind, hungry for release. It whispered twisted promises, urging her to give in to the primal urge that surged through her veins. The thought of ending Lex's wretched existence enticed her like a forbidden fruit, its taste bitter yet enticing. 

In that moment, Lena yearned to surrender to the darkest corners of her soul, to revel in the primal pleasure of watching Lex suffer and die for what he did to Kara. Her life would become simpler, unburdened by the constant threat he posed. Luthors were masters of manipulation, architects of destruction, and she was no stranger to their legacy. The thought of embracing her dark lineage and casting judgment upon him seemed all too tempting. 

But then, as if through a fog, she heard a faint moan—a sound that pierced through the darkness clouding her mind. Kara's voice, weakened and vulnerable, cut through the haze of anger and vengeance. In an instant, Lena's focus shifted entirely, her concern for Kara overpowering her thirst for retribution. Once again, Kara was her light, her reason to fight against the darkness. The grip on the gun loosened, and it slipped from her trembling hand, clattering to the cold cave floor.

Without a second thought, Lena dashed toward Kara, her injured leg screaming in protest with every step. Pain became secondary to the urgency of reaching her love, of ensuring Kara's safety above all else.

She found Kara lying unconscious, the sight tugging at Lena's heartstrings. The anger that consumed her moments ago dissipated, replaced by a surge of protectiveness . Tenderly, Lena cradled Kara in her arms, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You're safe now, darling. I've got you," she whispered.

Time was slipping away, and Lena knew she had to act swiftly. Ignoring the searing pain in her leg, she drew on every ounce of strength. She carried Kara out of the cave, leaving Lex bleeding on the cold, unforgiving floor, a testament to the shattered ties of a broken family.

She would do anything to protect Kara.

--

At the DEO, Lena watched intently as Kara's chest rose and fell with deep breaths under the gentle glow of the sun lamps.In the starkness of the hospital room, Kara lay there, small and fragile, swallowed by the hospital gown that seemed several sizes too big. Her body bore the marks of her ordeal, cuts and bruises marring her skin like painful reminders of the battle she had fought.

But amidst the fragility that engulfed her, Lena saw beyond the surface. She recognized that Kara's true strength resided not just in her physical abilities as Supergirl but also in the unwavering spirit that burned within her. It was a strength that emanated from her core, an indomitable force that had carried her through countless challenges.

Lena's gaze traced the lines of Kara's face, where determination and resilience were etched into her features. Despite the vulnerability of her appearance, she knew that Kara was strong and brave. Kara had faced adversity time and again, and each time she emerged stronger, refusing to let the weight of the world crush her.

After hours of anxious waiting, and despite the irritating bandage on her leg, Lena's eyes remained fixed on Kara. Her silent vigil was finally rewarded as Kara's beautiful blue eyes fluttered open, locking onto Lena's presence.

"You're here. You're real," Kara whispered, her voice weak yet filled with relief, her trembling hand reaching out for Lena.

A surge of emotions welled up within Lena as she gently grasped Kara's outstretched hand. Kara laced their fingers together.

"I'm here. I'll always be here," Lena breathed out, her voice catching in her throat. She understood the fear that Kara had experienced, the haunting uncertainty of dreams that blurred the lines between reality and imagination.

"I thought you were a dream again," Kara said her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how you found me but thank you. You're my hero, Lena Luthor." A genuine smile adorned her face, radiating warmth even in her weakened state. Lena laughed softly. Tears welled in Lena's eyes, as the depth of her emotions threatened to spill.

In that moment, Lena yearned to hold Kara's hand tightly, to pull her close, to confess her fears and feelings. The intensity of what they had gone through, the prospect of losing Kara, heightened her desire to protect her from the world. Yet, Lena knew she couldn't act on those impulses, not without risking their friendship or misinterpreting the circumstances of their ordeal. The weight of Kara's words tugged at her heart, urging her to lean in, to express the depth of her own feelings. But she hesitated, resisting the urge to gather Kara in her arms as uncertainty lingered in the air, casting a shadow of doubt upon what had transpired in the cave. Lena's mind wrestled with the possibility that Kara's actions in the cave were born of delirium, that they held no deeper meaning. It was a fragile hope that whispered in Lena's heart, the hope that what they shared could be more. Lena held onto Kara's hand and let her thoughts spiral.

"I love you," Kara whispered, her voice so soft that it broke through Lena's thoughts, instantly capturing her attention.

Lena's head snapped up, her eyes meeting Kara's, her mind racing to comprehend the weight of those words.

"I love you," Kara repeated, her voice filled with vulnerability and sincerity, "and I almost died without telling you. You don't have to say anything. I just needed you to know, okay?"

Lena's breath hitched. It was as if the world around them faded into the background, leaving only Kara and Lena in that moment. Tears welled up in Lena's eyes, and she couldn't help but let them fall, each drop carrying the weight of her love and longing.

Without hesitation, Lena leaned forward, her lips softly meeting Kara's. It was a tender kiss, a culmination of unspoken feelings. Lena poured her love into the kiss, her gratitude, and her promise.

Whispering against Kara's lips, Lena confessed, "I love you too. I have loved you for so long,"

Their lips parted, and Lena looked into Kara's eyes. In that shared moment, the world seemed to fall away, leaving them suspended. Their hands remained entwined, their fingers lacing together.

Lena's mind raced with thoughts of the past, of the countless months spent yearning for Kara, of the internal battles she fought while suppressing her feelings. She couldn't help but reproach herself for the missed opportunities, for the moments they could have shared if fear hadn't held them captive.

But now, as Kara's heartfelt confession echoed in her ears, Lena's entire being surged with a newfound determination. She wouldn't allow another precious moment to slip through her fingers. She wasn't going to waste another moment. Kara Danvers loved her, and Lena felt like a superhero for the first time in her life.

[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor (Smallville) AU Chapter 14

“I’m being careful, trust me. Yes, I will. Thanks dad.”

You hang up the phone, sliding it into your pocket.

It’s taken some adjusting to be away from your house so often. Since you started college, you’ve been trying to slowly integrate into your freshman year. It was tough with the whole hero thing, but you couldn’t exactly just turn it off.

Then there was the situation with Lex.

Just thinking about it makes your face red. That day in the barn. You could feel his kiss every time you close your eyes. He’s made a habit of visiting you on weekends. But since your midterms were about to start, and he was managing so many events, the two of you haven’t really had a chance to discuss your relationship. Share another kiss.

Much to your disappointment.

Your eyes move to the wall. There’s an array of pictures decorated around the room. A few with Lex of course. You can barely go a few minutes without thinking about him. It’s sort of driving you crazy.

A trip to Smallville was what you needed.

You have to face him, because your brain won’t give you the satisfaction. It would be smart to take your car, but you sort of want to feel the wind against your skin. It feels like it’s been too long. You grin, heading to a secluded area on campus. You do a scan, right before you take off. Smallville is possibly a minute away.

Running that is.

Your legs dig into the dirt when you feel your phone vibrate. Pulling it out, your heart skips at the message from a certain someone.

“I know you’re busy, but if you have some time to spare I’d like to see you.”

You type a response quickly, shoving it back into your pocket. As your mind strays, you take off again. Reminiscing on all that’s happened.

He’s been through a lot of things in these last couple months, but above all else, it was nice to have your best friend back. When you get to his place, you’re moving at normal speed. You snicker to yourself, thinking of the lecture Lex would give if he found out you were using your powers again. He was a bit overprotective when it came to you.

Stepping into the mansion, your hands slide into your pockets. The double doors are open. Lex is seated at his desk, sifting through documents, as per usual. For a while he doesn’t notice. You don’t say anything. You just watch him.

“Our friendship will be a thing of legends.”

That’s what he’d said to you that day in the loft. You didn’t truly know it then. Back then he’d been helping you get Leo’s attention. Other guys were so far out of the picture for you. It took almost losing Lex for you to see past it all.

“Working hard as usual.” You spoke.

His eyes lift slowly, and he’s wearing that look. The adoration he shows has always been there. So you wonder how long he’s been looking at you this way and you really never noticed.

“Do you want to go for a walk?”

Lex smiles at the question, dropping his work, as he stands.

“I’d like nothing more than for you to whisk me away and tell me all about your freshman college experience. Have you figured out what organizations you’d like to join?”

He’s right next to you, ready to hear everything you have to say. You aren’t sure if it’s because he’s being so adorably attentive, or just his abundance of casual suits. But at that moment, you see him. The misunderstood billionaire who spent his entire time in Smallville trying to be a better person.

“(Y/N)?”

He’s looking right at you, and those blue eyes look ready for anything you have to say. It’s almost instinct, you reach out, palm sliding against his cheek as you pull him in for a kiss. Lex’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he leans in, pulling you closer.

Your heart is beating so quickly, you have no doubt he can feel it against his chest. You pull away after a few heated seconds, and Lex sighs as you part. He means to question where the spontaneous kiss had come from.

But your hands slide down his shoulders, and you leave a kiss on his neck. It seems you aren’t the only one with that little weakness. His eyes close, and he hums, as you pop two buttons of his shirt. Your lips move a bit lower. Right at his collarbone, over his heart. Lex only pauses when something seems to dawn on him.

“Wait…”

His movements are a bit delayed due to the current distraction. Lex’s hands settle on your shoulder as he pulls back to look at your face.

“(Y/N) are you..on red kryptonite?”

You can’t help it, you smile bashfully.

“I promise this is one hundred percent me.”

Lex swallows.

“We really should go for that walk.”

He tries to fix his clothes, maybe calm himself down. But you can hear his heartbeat as clear as day. You shake your head with the same smile, and you back him up. He stumbles just a bit, legs hitting the front of his desk. He regains his composure, clearing his throat, and you lick your lips, staring at his.

So inviting.

“(Y/N).”

This time his call sounds almost like a warning. You love the fact that he’s a little hesitant. He’d never push you into something you’re not ready for. Perhaps he just never knew you would be this assertive.

Intimacy was always something that made you a little embarrassed.

“Lex..” You coo.

He bites down on his lip, and you’re a bit stunned when he switches your positions. He lifts you easily, and you’re now sitting on his desk. He slips between your legs easily.

“Don’t tease me.”

It’s an order, and you barely get a word out, because he’s once again claimed your lips.

So much for talking.

[mockstarling]

Kon El Luthor Incorrect Quotes II

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Kon, is sunlight deprived from being in Gotham for patrols with Tim: You know, You're such a MILF. What you radiate is MILF energy.

Lex, the only other person in the dinning room: Kon, stop it.

Kon: *Falls face first on his plate, now asleep*

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Left Kon's suit, right Tim’s suit.

*While at a Wayne Gala, Kon is sitting with Tim on the opposite side of the room than Lex, both are considered the heirs to their father's companies.*

Gotham reporter: Mr. Luthor, if your don't mind me asking, how come you allow your heir to dress like such a low life?

Lex, slightly irritated: Pardon?

Gotham Reporter: Don't get me wrong, Brucie's tactics with women and the like would make one think that he is unable to raise kids, let alone elite and civilized young men. But you? The Luthors breed perfection, and yet your love son's fashion sense is too-what's the word? *Sighs* It's too-

Lex: I think what you mean to say is that Kon El Luthor is a miracle of science. He is the epitome of two great legacies. His sense of fashion reflects hope and change, not only to the lives closest to him such as my own, but to the youth who struggle due to older generation's rule, corruption, and expectations. Kon is a Luthor and a Luthor leads in every field their interested in. One of Kon's interest is in more alternative fashion and as a father, I couldn't be happier he feels comfortable enough around myself and the public eye that his willing to express that interest to the world.

Gotham Reporter, startled and quiet: Right, right.

Kon: *Smiles slightly because he heard everything due to his superhearing.*

Tim: What? What is it?

Kon, still smiling: Nothing, nothing. Just, mom's the best at dealing with the press.

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*Kon decided to make breakfast for him and Lex beacuse Lex was under the weather and was more tired than normal.*

Lex, tiredly entering the kitchen: You know how to cook? When did that happen?

Kon: I've been taking lessons from Red Hood.

Lex, more awake now: WhAt!?

Kon, unphased: He's like the only bat who can cook. Hell, Batman can't even cook! And I wanted to learn. And he's willing to teach me as long as I try to teach Red Robin on the down low as well because he often forgets to eat and Hood thinks if he knew how to cook he would eat more.

Lex: Oh well I don't lik-

Kon: Food's ready and before you finish that sentence, I'm not gonna stop taking lessons from him!

Lex: But I can get you a professional chef to train unde-

Kon: No.

Lex: But-

Kon, sternly: I said no!

Lex, desperately: But he killed people!

Kon: So have you, mom!

Lex, frustrated: That's different!

Kon, scoffing: Sure.