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[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 1

Smallville was supposed to be a temporary gig.

There was word about some weird occurrences, so Sam and Dean were quick to forge some documents and drop you off at the school. When it was discovered that the most recent attack was a boy who’d been affected by the meteor rocks, well it started to make a little sense. Especially when you realized he’d gained some aquatic powers and was now drowning his bullies. You thought it was a lot easier to take him down. Fortunately you weren’t the only one.

One Clark Kent had run to the rescue. 

After you’d seen him get thrown into the air with a wave the size of a small planet, well you thought you were done for. But like magic he appeared back at your side and blasted the expanse of water with what appeared to be heat vision. The entire mini tsunami had evaporated and your attacker John Felleck slipped out in a sizzling mess.

Reporting to the sheriff came next.

There were a lot of unanswered questions.

Like how was Clark able to do that and where the hell were your brothers!!

“Sorry kid, we got distracted. We were chasing the meteor rock lead. Turns out a lot of other crazy stuff has been happening around this place.”

Dean was grinning like an idiot as the cops pulled away with John. Sam was standing at the side and Clark seemed quite awkward and unnerved.

Now that it was just the four of you, there were a lot of questions.

“I guess it all turned out okay then.” Clark gave an awkward laugh and you just squinted.

“Are we really going to pretend that didn’t happen?”

He scratched his head and both of your brothers were waiting for an explanation.

“So…what’s with the lumberjack?” Sam asks.

Clark realized at that point that he couldn’t just brush it all off. So you all gathered in the rented house, as he explained everything.

Every single crazy detail.

“An alien!”

You were intrigued, surprised, a bit in disbelief.

Clark nodded.

“The rocks are from my planet. It’s how they got their powers.”

Your brain seemed to be downloading all the information. Sam smiled when he saw that look in your eye.

“You’re doing it again.” He commented. You just blushed, turning your head and Dean laughed.

“Since it all worked out, I think you better stick around for a while. Sammy and I are heading back to the bunker. There haven't been any world ending events, so we can all use the break.”

“Okay.”

Your immediate agreement made them raise a brow.

“Really, you’re not going to put up a fight?”

“Are you kidding me, do you know how much research I can cover here. He just told us aliens exist. I’m heading to the library to track everything.”

“Of course you are.” Dean mumbled as he stood. He gave you a pat on the shoulder.

“If you find anything crazy make sure to call us.”

“Yep, if I stumble on anything I’ll call Cas, or Gabriel.”

They both groaned at the mention of the archangel.

“Hey, just because you both don’t like him doesn’t mean I shouldn’t.”

“He turned Sammy into a car!!”

Dean had obviously still been holding a grudge. Sam rose with Dean, sending you a smile.

“Be careful.”

“You know I will.”

Dean’s eyes shifted in Clark’s direction.

“Look out for my sister, otherwise..”

Dean made a beheading gesture and you shoved him. He just shrugged.

“What, I was just kidding. Maybe.”

Rolling your eyes, you bid them goodbye.

The entire week had been quite hectic, but you knew you had your work cut out for you. When Dean’s car pulled out of the driveway, Clark walked a bit cautiously to your side. He kept looking at you, like he had something to say. Finally you turned to him.

“What’s wrong?”

He seemed a bit hesitant to speak, but he finally worked up the nerve.

“No one knows, aside from my parents. I..”

He couldn’t finish the statement and you just nodded.

“I get it, it’s a secret. No one is going to hear from me. Promise.” You made a crossing sign and for the first time since the discovery, he actually smiled.

“Thanks.”

You grin.

“Sure, no problem. So uh, you think you can super speed me to the library, I wanna get a head start on my reading.”

This time he actually started laughing and you couldn’t help but do the same. 

[haileygarciasunshine]

Reunion

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader

Word Count: 1,683

Warning: Swearing, Making out

Summary: When Tom falls ill, his estranged son comes back into the reader's life bringing more than she bargained for.

Wattpad

Buy me a coffee

Leaning against your shut apartment door, you closed your eyes letting out a deep breath. It had been a long day at the diner, with many rude customers. Tossing your bag onto the floor, you made your way to the couch, laying across it. Pulling your phone out, you began looking through your notifications. There was a voicemail from Tom Curry.

As you listened to it, you picked up your purse before you made your way back out of your apartment. Starting your beat up pickup truck, you began driving to Tom’s house. It was 11:30pm. Tom was friends with your parents when they were still alive, which resulted in you and Arthur becoming best friends. He had been acting strange as of late, but you knew not to pressure him knowing he would tell you in his own time. 

The message that Tom had left you, made your heart beat more rapid. You spent most of the drive worrying about what could be wrong. When Arthur's mother died, it took a huge toll on him and his father. Your relationship was simply platonic, although many people thought you were together due to your closeness.

Flinging open the car door, you had barely put it in park before you jumped out of the truck.

“Tom?” You called frantically. “Tom?”

Your frantic feelings coming through when you knocked on the door. It was rapid and firm. 

“Tom!” You called again. “It’s Y/N! Open up!”

Still no answer. Fear began coursing through your veins. Letting out a sigh, you kicked the door open, debris flying. 

“Tom?” You called cautiously entering his house. An odd feeling overwhelming you.

Slowing entering the house further, you glanced around the house. Stepping through the threshold for the kitchen you saw him lying on the floor motionless.

“Tom!” You shrieked, quickly kneeling beside him. Pulling out your phone you were about to call 911, before you remembered it would be at least ten minutes before they got to you. Grabbing one of his arms you hoisted him up, getting him into the truck. Exceeding the normal speed limit, it was a few minutes before you arrived at the hospital. Hosting him up again, you trudged through the emergency room. 

“Someone please help!” You called. 

A group of nurses quickly surrounding you, taking Tom and placing him on a hospital bed.

Watching them take Tom into a room, you quickly made your way back to your truck parking it somewhere safe. Making your way back towards the ER, you pulled your phone out calling Arthur. 

It was only a matter of minutes before Arthur, Clark and Bruce, showed up at the ER.

“How’s he doing?” Arthur questioned handing you a cup of coffee.

Taking a sip of the coffee, you shrugged. “I don’t know. They haven’t come out with any updates yet.”

Glancing at the clock it read 1:30am.

“It only takes your father getting hurt for you to come by and see him.” You spat raising an eyebrow. 

“Y/N…”

Huffing you shook your head. “Save it. I’m not the one that you need to explain that to.”

Frowning he glanced at his shoes. “I...I…”

“I don’t care about your excuses, Arthur.” You snapped glaring at him. “Tom deserved better.” 

“He had you.” He reasoned. “You were there to take care of him.”

“That’s your justification for running away and leaving him?” Your voice filled with anger. Challenging him, you took steps forward stopping until you were mere inches apart. “What a pathetic excuse you have, Arthur.” 

A firm hand grabbed your elbow, pulling you away from Arthur. “Simmer down here children.” A deep voice sounded.

“Don’t touch me.” You spat, heat coursing through your veins, rising in your cheeks. Your heart beating rapidly. The lights around the waiting room, bursting causing small embers to fall as the burst. The electric lines outdoors near the room doing the same.

Grounding yourself, your chest began rising and falling at a rapid pace. Glancing at the men before you, they were staring at you with widened eyes. Grabbing your purse, you swiftly making your way down the hall. As you made your way through the halls, it dawned on you that you were still in your waitress uniform.

“Y/N!” Arthur called behind you. 

Shaking your head, you didn’t care to stop. 

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A few months had gone by since you had last seen Arthur. It killed you everyday since then that you weren’t able to reconnect with your best friend, seeing as how close you were to rekindling the relationship. It had almost been like old times, him bringing you coffee, being your rock during a drastic time.

It was one of your rare days off, you were cleaning around your apartment. A firm knock echoed through your apartment, causing fear to wash over you. You weren’t expecting anyone to come over. 

Opening the door, you were face to face with one of the men from the night at the ER. 

“Y/N?” His deep voice questioned. “I’m a friend of Arthur’s. My name’s Bruce.” 

Allowing him in, you began brewing coffee for the both of you.

“What can I help you with Bruce?” You asked, leaning against the counter not meeting his gaze. 

“It’s about Arthur.” He began hope filling his voice.

Letting out a huff you shook your head. “I don’t know what you think I can help with.” You stated crossing your arms, sending a glare towards the man. “I’m not his keeper. Nor am I his friend.”

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After, Bruce left you with some food for thought, you began chewing on it. Arthur was one of your best friends, could you really just walk away from him? 

Bruce had offered you a spot in the Justice League seeing what you had done in the ER waiting room. Graciously you declined, not wanting to be involved with things you couldn’t handle.

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The news of Tom’s death was felt around the world. Holding a wake for him, you were filled with an anxious feeling. Anxiously waiting to see if Arthur came or not. Hours began to pass, as your hope began to felter. Letting out a sigh, everyone had come and gone leaving you with the duty of cleaning up the space and the trash.

“Am I too late?” Arthur’s voice rang through the hall. 

Tears began pooling in your eyes as relief washed over you. Turning around, you were surprised to see everyone in the Justice League standing beside him. 

“No.” You muttered, swiftly walking towards him. “Never too late.” You threw your arms around him, pulling him as close as possible towards you. The warmth of his hug, comforted you. 

“I’m sorry.” He muttered into your shoulder. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you both needed me. I’m sorry-”

Pulling away from him, you rested your hands on his biceps. “None of that.” You spoke in a firm tone. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.” You smiled, gazing at each other.

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Arthur introduced you to the rest of the team. They were very understanding and welcoming towards you. 

“Let’s go to the bar.” Arthur spoke. 

Frowning, your gaze fell to the floor. “I...I don’t know.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer Y/N. Come on.”

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The night coming to a close, you were a little more tispy than you were used to. Clark had insisted he escort you home.

“Why’d you walk me home, Clark?” You asked curtly.

“I..I don’t know.” He frowned slightly, not expecting your question.

You hummed in response. “You’ve never talked to me yet somehow you are always around me.” Raising an eyebrow at him, you turned toward him slightly.

Letting up on him, the rest of the walk was in an awkward silence. 

Arriving at your building, you were facing each other. Rocking back and forth slightly, you gazed at the ground in front of you. 

“Do you want to come up?” 

“If you’re okay with that.” 

Giggling slightly, you nodded leading him upstairs. 

Changing into something more comfortable, you gazed at Clark in the middle of your living room still in a tux. Since meeting, you both had been prancing around your feelings between you for quite some-time. You failed to realize you were leaning against your doorframe, gawking at Clark.

“Like what you see?” He smirked, questioning in a teasing tone. 

You hummed in response, biting your bottom lip. Clark was in front of you in a split second. One of his hands resting comfortably on your hip while the other brought his thumb up to your lip, pulling it from your teeth. Gazing into your eyes, he slowly leaned forward nuzzling his nose against yours. His soft lips touching yours in hesitation. Bringing your hands up to his hair, they locked themselves behind his head holding him to you. His tongue darted out tracing the crevices of your lip before you allowed him into your mouth. Both of your tongues prodding and licking against each other. Taking in a sharp breath, he began leading you to your bed. Your knees hitting the edge of the bed before you pulled Clark onto your bed with you. Making himself comfortable above you. His soft lips trailing along the column of your throat earning a gasp from you when he began sucking and biting in his wake. 

“Guys!” Victor boomed walking into your apartment. 

“We know you’re here!” Barry spoke. 

“Figured we could do some team building!” Arthur added.

Letting out a sigh, Clark placed a chaste kiss to your lips before standing up, pulling you with him.

Stepping into the living room, the three men dropped their gazes to you.

“We weren’t interrupting something were we?” Arthur spoke in a gruff voice. 

Clearing your throat, you spoke. “No, not at all.” You shook your head.

“Umm.” Barry started. “Are you sure? Cause Clark has some lipstick on his face and collar-”

Victor elbowed him roughly, causing him to cough.

“What’re you guys doing here?” You asked, swiftly changing the subject. 

“Movie Night!” The three of them replied in unison.

[spin-garden]

I'll be waiting

Domino Effect

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader

Warnings: Language

Summary: Working with Clark has always been easy. That is until Lois breaks up with him. Now he’s been grumpy and taking most of his frustration out on you.

It was nerve-racking to be around Clark. He went from being the sweetest guy in the office to the grumpiest. It made you wonder if he had any other previous relationships and if they were as serious as Lois and him.

Continuar lendo

[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 21

Living a normal life outside of being a hunter is still a bit hard to grasp.

Luckily Mr. Kent had put in a good word for you, so you’d snag a job at a nearby hardware store and you were doing part time at another diner close by. Dean insisted that if you were in need of cash he could spot you some, but honestly, you wanted to do it on your own. 

When you were hunting by yourself, running from your brothers, it didn't feel like anything had changed. That lifestyle was painful, especially on your own. But now you have a little more stability, you’d like to maintain it.

You’ve managed to find a reasonably priced apartment that was actually pretty decent. You’re new found independence feels liberating. Maybe it’s the fact that for once you’re trying to build a home. Something you hadn’t had in years.

As hard as those days were, there were still some more tender memories. 

Like when Dean taught you how to drive, or when Sam would arm wrestle with you. 

Having your first beer, celebrating your first fourth of July. Dean had to be the father at times, and you knew it was difficult, especially since he was still a kid himself. He was stubborn, so were you. Maybe that’s why you’d butt heads so often.                     

But you know that regardless, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Smiling to yourself, you drop your bag, pulling out your phone. Typing quickly, you grin. The message is sent and you wait patiently for a reply. 

The flapping of wings is the next thing you hear and you jolt. 

Dean, Sam, Jack and Castiel are standing in front of you. Dean is holding a six pack of beer and what looks like a banner from his favorite football team. 

“Let’s start decorating!” 

You can’t help but laugh. 

“I texted you like a minute ago, how did you get that so fast?” 

“He’s been keeping it in the living room in hopes that you would call. He started hollering like it was a drill the second he got the text.” Sam informs. 

“Shut up Sammy!” 

Castiel looks as confused as always. 

“I don’t understand the need to place items around a living space.” 

“I think it’s awesome. What should we do first?” Jack asks, practically bouncing on his heels with that smile on his face. You expect nothing less. All you can do is appreciate all of it. 

“I’ve got a bunch of stuff in my room, come on Jack.” 

He follows happily, and Dean is already discussing where the banner should go. As you walk into your room, you head for the closet. You’ve been gathering items to make it more homey. Lana was gracious to give you some items she had at the Talon that were no longer being used. Mrs. Kent had even tossed in some extra things she had at her house. 

You direct Jack to grab a box, and you pull one that is tucked to the back. You’re looking for a particular medal that you’d gotten from one of the first schools that you had attended when you were younger. It was a cherished memory. 

Opening the box, you begin to shuffle through. It’s a few random things you didn’t even realize you still had. You’re positive you put it in there. 

Rummaging through, your eyes cast on the old cellphone at the bottom and you pause. Jack tilts his head at your distant expression. 

“What’s that?” 

His question brings you back, and you just offer a smile, shaking your head as you slide it into your pocket. 

“It’s just an old phone. Let’s check over here.��

You close the box, sliding it to the back as you continue your search. 

You go about the day as usual.

The minute you step back into the living room, Sam and Dean are wrestling for the remote. Castiel is holding the banner, unsure of where it needs to go. 

Both brothers roll off the couch with a thud, and you’re in stitches. Jack places his box down, laughing along with you. 

It’s nice, having them all in one place. 

Decorating might take a while. 

~

“Boo, your team sucks!!” Dean shouts across the room. 

Sam just waves his hand, and Dean grins, getting comfortable as he reaches for another beer. 

Now that you’re both seated at the dining table, Dean pops the cap of his beer. Sam is on the couch with Castiel and Jack trying to explain the game of football that’s currently playing on the television. 

The ease of it all is more than you could have hoped for. The last thing you ever expected was to have a family again. At least a partially functional one. It’s been a while since you’ve all been in a space like this without some kind of crazy world altering event. The atmosphere is nice, and as you glance at Dean who’s smiling at his friends and family in the background, you swallow, fidgeting with your hands. 

“I never apologized.” 

Dean turns to you, curious.

“For leaving. I knew how hard it was when Sam left. I saw how much it hurt. Not just you, but dad. Then I did the same thing.” 

You reach into your pocket, pulling out the phone. The moment he sees, he must realize. You lower your head, because you know he remembers all the messages and calls he sent when you just disappeared. 

“(Y/N), pick up the phone. Are you okay?” 

“(Y/N), I’m serious, damn it! Answer your phone!

“Listen, you sure as hell better be dead, otherwise I'm gonna kill you myself!!” 

“Please, please just give me a sign that you’re alive. Please (Y/N).” 

He lowers his beer, and you can see the slight look of pain. There has been so much uncertainty in your life. So many things that you couldn’t control, that you wanted to run from. As bad as things were, there was one constant in your life, and it was that Dean would always be in your corner. 

“I’m sorry Dean. For everything.” 

You can’t truly look at him, you can’t hope to gauge what kind of expression he’s wearing. With a laugh, you just shake your head. 

“I forgot, you hate chick flick moments.” 

You stand, sliding your chair in and Dean does the same. You think he’s about to follow you over to join the boys, but he steps forward and pulls you right into his chest. Your hands are lifted a bit awkwardly from the sudden hug, and Sam looks over, smiling. 

“I love you (Y/N). Don’t you ever forget that.” 

Your eyes well up, and you reach over, hugging him back happily. 

“I love you too Dean, so much.” 

Your words are a bit muffled against his clothing, but you know he hears. He runs a hand down behind your head comfortingly. 

“Hey!! You guys threw a party and didn’t invite me!!” 

The familiar call of Gabriel breaks your focus and you pull away, wiping your eyes. 

“I told Dean to text you, I thought you were just busy.” 

Dean just looks off to the side. 

“Wow, that’s low.” Gabriel comments. 

It’s obvious Dean had in fact not texted him. 

“Don't think I forgot that nutcracker situation!! I could have lost my jewels!!” Dean complains. 

“At least you didn’t actually get hit.” Sam grimaces. 

“I think I was doing the world a favor. Not sure the world needs more moose.” 

Sam glares and pretty soon your calm evening has turned into a mini brawl. You’re laughing when Sam begins chasing Gabriel. 

“My angel blade is in my jacket pocket!!” Dean calls. 

Yes, you certainly love this family.

[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU): Christmas Special - Extra

Of course it was decided that Christmas would be celebrated at the bunker. 

The guests, well, the usual.

“Dean stop chugging the egg nog, we haven't even started the party yet!!”

Your yell made him carefully place the jug down with a grumble. Sam walks in holding a dish of lasagna to place on the dining table along with the rest of the food. It feels nice to finally have a place to celebrate it.

Clark has been in the kitchen with Sam, making sure nothing burns. Gabriel and Castiel are doing decorations. Jack is placing the gifts on the far end of the table and you’re trying to keep Dean far enough away from the alcohol until the part truly begins. There’s soft melodies playing in the background, and when you hear the song switch, Dean audibly groans as everyone begins to join in the main area. You run for the remote, raising the volume, and once the intro starts, they pile around as you start singing, much to Dean’s dismay.

I don't want a lot for Christmas,

There is just one thing I need.

I don't care about the presents

underneath the Christmas tree.

I just want you for my own,

more than you will ever know.

Make my wish come true!

All I want for Christmas is you.

Yeah!

Jack is bobbing his head to the song, Clark is smiling and you skate over to Dean, taking his hand as you begin dancing. His stumbled steps make everyone crack up, and you give him a little spin before you dash off so he can’t take his revenge.

You keep the remote in your grasp so he hears the entire song that you belt around the bunker as he chases you to get you to stop. Once it’s finally over, you toss him the remote with a giggle.

Now that most of the food is out, you know all Dean wants to do is eat.

“Where’s the pie!!”

“Sheesh, calm down, we would never forget the pie.” You explain.

There’s one dish that’s covered, and when you move to the table and remove the checkered cloth, his mouth practically waters.

“Oh, baby..”

He’s at your side in seconds, a fork in hand.

“Your obsession with pie is alarming.” You comment.

“You have your guilty pleasure, I have mine. Let’s eat!!”

There’s no more discussion. You all join at the table, taking a seat. The spread is great. You have corn, biscuits, turkey, ham, lasagna, and of course, pie. This is the first time you’re all celebrating like this, so the menu was just a smash of everyone’s desired dishes. It’s not as extravagant as some family gatherings, but for you, it’s more than enough. Everyone is smiling, or eating, or both, sharing a meal.

You have to admit you ever could have imagined you could be this happy. It feels unreal. When you feel a hand close over your own, you smile over at Clark. You’re happy that Clark’s family was able to spend their Christmas with Mrs. Kent’s side of the family. They were more than ecstatic to let him stay and you were grateful.

The day proceeds with lots of food and fun.

At some point a few of you are playing pin the tail on the donkey.

Dean is an instigator because he keeps yelling out instructions. You’d headed into the kitchen with Castiel and Gabriel to get some drinks. As your walking out Dean turns, pointing at the door frame.

“Ah! It’s tradition, stop right there!”

You all pause in place, confused. Gabriel looks up, then back down, sending a grin to Castiel. For a moment the poor angel looks lost, but then something registers in his eyes. You mean to question it, but both men lean in, pressing a kiss to either side of your cheek. You blush, because you've indeed stepped under the mistletoe.

“H-Hey!! No kissing my girlfriend!!” Clark protests.

They step away, and Gabriel is laughing as Clark walks over with a pout. Castiel just awkwardly shuffles away.

“Is that not the tradition?” Castiel asks in a whisper when he makes it to Dean’s side. Dean merely shakes his head with a laugh. Obviously Gabriel had intentionally placed mistletoe on any surface he could find.

Clark is now standing at your side. You smile, because his little jealous face is kind of cute. You intend to tease him, but he cups your cheeks, leaning in and planting a passionate kiss on your lips. You’re a bit stunned and Gabriel whistles.

Dean groans in disgust.

“Come on, no one wants to see that. Break it up!”

Clark pulls away after a few very heated seconds, and you’re just gaping. He looks satisfied.

“No one should be stealing kisses from you but me, okay.”

Y-Yes sir.”

Clark smiles, taking your hand as you follow behind in a daze.

The festivities continue, and as the day winds down, you find yourself in your room with Clark. You’re a bit tapped out, and Dean has no doubt had a good share of eggnog. Once you spot the gifts on the bed, you giggle.

“We were supposed to take these out to the table.”

In your haste you’d forgotten to put them where it was visibly for Jack. Unlike Dean, he actually respects your privacy and wouldn’t come barging in.

Since you’re both already here, you don’t see the harm in being a little naughty.

“I guess this is a sign that we should open our presents now.”

Clark smiles in agreement as you sit at the edge of the bed. The second you pick up the square box, you can see the way he’s eagerly waiting.

You laugh, ripping the paper off as you pull apart the wrappings. Once you get through the first layer, you see the white box. Lifting the top, your eyes move to the book in front of you, eyes practically gleaming.

“No way…”

Clark seemed really proud of himself and you had to agree it was incredible. The book in front of you was pretty rare. Only 750 copies of the first edition were ever released.

“Albert Einstein’s Philosopher-Scientist! How the heck did you get your hands on this?!”

“Lex invited me to one of his fundraisers and they were auctioning it off. Apparently it was one of the least desired items at the event. Lex started the bid at twenty-five dollars and I got it for a hundred. It seemed like something you would love. Do you like it?”

“Like it!! I love it!! I COULD MARRY YOU RIGHT NOW!!”

You lean over, tackling him into a hug and Clark laughs, careful to lift the book with one hand so you don’t crush it. You’re peppering his face with kisses which he accepts happily.

After he’s able to get you away long enough to sit upright again, he reaches for the present that you had bought. It’s a square box as well, a bit bigger.

“I hope you didn’t sneak a peek.”

You lecture after you've packaged your gift.

Clark shakes his head .

“I didn’t I promise.”

You hum happily, crossing your legs, and Clark begins slowly peeling off the gift paper. He does it so carefully and you just roll your eyes playfully. Once the paper is fully removed, he pulls the ribbon that’s wrapped across it loose, slowly lifting the lid when the thin piece of cloth falls at the side. Parting the gift paper, he reaches inside, expecting a scarf, or maybe a few ties, but what he gets is something else.

The thin fabric is lifted and his eyes widen at the red and blue plaid lingerie. It’s a two piece, and it seems he’s picked up the top part. He looks back at you swallowing.

“I…are you..we..”

He can’t form words and you blush, smiling at him.

“I figured we could both benefit from this gift back at my place.”

His cheeks are slightly red, but you can see the eagerness in his eyes.

Turns out he was right, you were the first to break. You jump right into his lap and he just gazes at you. Your expression softens as you place a peck on his lips, pulling back to admire him.

“Merry Christmas Clark.”

He gulps in anticipation.

“Merry Christmas..”

He whispers back.

Looks like your evening was about to be booked.

~

“Where did (Y/N) go, I thought we were gonna open presents?”

Dean whined.

“Like you haven’t already peeked at them.” Sam counters.

Jack walks into the room with a note in his hand.

“(Y/N) asked me to give you this.”

Jack is smiling as he hands over the note to Castiel who takes it gratefully. They all gather around as he reads it.

Left to open a special present.

-(Y/N).

Castiel squints, trying to make sense of the statement and Dean frowns.

“I’m grabbing my gun.”

“Dean!!”

Sam’s yell was heard down the corridor as Sam chased after him to discourage the rampage he was about to go on.

“Merry Christmas.”

Gabriel spoke, placing his arm on the shoulder of his very lost brother.

Jack is still beaming.

A Merry Christmas indeed. 

[skylarmoon71]

Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 5 -Final

Diana had decided to take the following day off and spend some time with you. Possibly discover what other abilities you might have. She’s talking, but you can’t quite focus. Because the thought of kissing Clark again seems to be the only thing on your mind.

“Are you alright?”

You flinch, nodding quickly.

“Yes! I’m sorry. Go on.”

Diana narrows her eyes with a playful smile.

“I’ve never seen you like this. Does it have anything to do with a certain boy?”

You frown, because you supposed this is what you should expect from an older sister.

“It’s nothing Diana.”

You try to brush it off, but from the look on her face, she’s not going to let it go until you tell her. If you’re being honest you have no idea what to do. You’ve always been careful about keeping that distance. You can cripple a man with your bare hands. Safe to say you haven’t been out there pursuing relationships. It’s also still a bit weird considering that you spent most of your life on an island with only women.

The opposite sex has always been a minefield and the ones you typically run into usually are the ones you want to punch in the face.

The knock at your door interrupts you, and Diana stands, heading for the door. The moment she opens it, you can almost see the smile from across the room as she speaks.

“It’s Clark.”

You wish you could just become invisible.

Maybe that’s one of your powers.

She welcomes him in, excusing herself with a playful smile. You roll your eyes, clearly displeased with her lack of tact.

Now that he’s standing right there it just makes it harder.

Clark looks just as uncomfortable as you. Dropping your head, you sigh.

“I’m sorry for running.” You mutter.

More specifically, flying right out of his barn window.

Of course he predicts the apology.

He decides to take a seat in hopes that it will help him feel more settled.

“It’s okay. I guess I would have done the same.”

He laughs, but it’s a bit awkward. There’s no way to talk about this in a way that it’s not. Truthfully you’re just curious as to why. He knows practically everything about you yet he still kissed you.

Logically, that doesn’t make sense.

At least not to you.

“Doesn’t this..bother you?”

You can’t help but ask the question.

Clark is far from normal, but even he should have reservations about your situation.

“You mean because you’re a demigod?”

“Yes.”

“Why does it matter?”

You stare at him in disbelief. He’s talking as if it’s a condiment on your food or a rock in someone’s shoe.

Clark tries to move closer, and it’s almost your instinct now to flee. Because around him you can’t seem to control your emotions. He pauses, noticing your need to keep a distance.

“Do you care that I’m Kryptonian?”

“Not really.”

That doesn’t really matter.

“Then why would it be a problem? Shouldn’t I give you the same benefit that you’re giving me?”

His rationalizations make sense. You know that. But it still feels like a lot.

“I don’t care about any of it. You’re the only thing that matters.”

The sincerity behind those words actually make you blush.

You look away.

“This is..strange..”

You’ve never really met a boy that you didn’t want to punch.

Clark smiles at the little furrow in your brows.

“You’ve never been kissed before, have you?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head, refusing to look at him.

“I’ve never had a desire to but that day I…”

Your hand moves to your lips.

“I liked it.”

You admit bashfully.

He’s happy with that statement.

“Do you want to try again?”

It’s a bit of a whisper and you swallow, looking up when he’s managed to close the little distance. He’s right in front of you. His arms settle on your shoulder, and this time it’s much harder to get rid of the redness of your cheeks.

“I-I don’t know how to mph-”

He kisses you softly, and you let out an involuntary moan. Clark smiles against your lips, pulling you close. You love it. The feel of him, of this. It’s amazing. Otherworldly. You never realized how good such human activities felt. You always just summed it up to their often primitive behavior. But you never considered a lot. Like how similar you are to them.

Control is not your strong suit either.

Clark parts after a few heated seconds, and you’re left trying to even your breathing. He hasn’t fully pulled away.

“I can teach you everything..”

He whispers against your lips.

You gulp.

Surely you have a lot to learn.

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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 2

“Kent,”

Clark's eyes shift from his seat as he’s having lunch. One of the football players stood looking anything but pleased. Chloe raised an brow and Pete looked ready to step up.

“You been eyeing my girl Kent.”

This teen is notorious for being the jealous type. He’s dating one of the cheerleaders and apparently that came with paranoia.

“Beat it Cole, Clark isn’t that type of guy.” Pete states.

Cole slaps Clark’s tray right off the table and Chloe lifts her arm.

“Hey you jerk!!”

Both of them look like they’re about to go to battle. Clark stands to deescalate the situation, except Cole’s entire face is now pressed to the table. They all jolt, stepping back.

You’re standing over the side, hand pressed to the back of his head. They aren’t sure what’s more impressive. The fact that you’re keeping him down, or that you’re holding your tray in the other hand.

You’re wearing that frown that seems to always be planted on your face and by now most of the cafeteria is tuned in. Cole is grunting, trying to get free, but your hold offers no resistance.

“Take your macho male crap somewhere else or I’ll make you eat the tray, you hear me?”

He still looks defiant, and you add pressure.

“Fine, fine!!”

You release him and he stumbles to his feet, looking a little unnerved. He sends you a look before rushing away. Chloe just laughs.

“That was awesome! Where did you learn to do that?”

“I grew up with a lot of siblings.”

It’s not entirely a lie.

“Sorry about your lunch.” You state.

He shakes his head.

“It’s okay. Thank you.”

You nod, then your eyes drift over your own lunch. You eye the sandwich, then lift the plate, placing it down right in front of him.

“Here, enjoy the rest of your lunch.”

You don’t say anything else, just walk away.

When Clark finally takes a seat, he just stares at the sandwich for a moment. That’s until he feels two pairs of eyes on him. Both Chloe and Pete are wearing a smirk.

“What?”

“I think someone has a crush.” Pete teases.

“There’s no way she has a crush on me.” Clark denies. Although he says that, his cheeks are becoming just a tinge red.

“He wasn’t talking about her.” Chloe inputs.

They both laugh when a brighter color begins to rush to his face. Clark says nothing, just eats his sandwich.

The remainder of the day is uneventful.

Like most evenings, Clark intends to visit Lex. He’s used to just walking in and seeing Lex doing something or the other. That’s why when he walks in and Lex has company, he feels like he’s intruding. Lex simply waves him over.

“Clark, come in.”

He’s a bit awkward.

“Sorry, I should have asked if you were free before I came.” Lex shakes his head to introduce his guest.

The woman turns around, and the teen that steps out from the side has his eyes widening.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hi Clark.”

You’re still wearing that overly serious expression and the woman smiles.

“Clark Kent, it’s nice to put a name to the face. (Y/N) speaks highly of you. I’m Diana Prince.”

You nudged Diana with a little glare at the statement, and she brushed it off, shaking Clark’s hand.

“Nice to meet you too Ms Prince.”

“Please, just Diana is fine.”

Lex is trying to hide his smile.

“Ms. Prince here is interested in joining my earth day initiative. The foundation is still very new, but with our collective companies it is sure to be a success. Since you’re here Clark, why don’t you show (Y/N) around while we discuss.”

“Yes, I’m sure she would like that.” Diana agrees.

You just roll your eyes.

“Let’s go, Clark. She’s just trying to get rid of me.”

Clark follows, sending Lex a look in which he returns with a subtle good luck.

Your steps disappear down the hall and you take in the portraits and other displays in Lex’s mansion. A few minutes in you notice Clark’s lack of commentary.

“You’re quiet.”

Your words seem to pull him back.

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

You turn another corner.

“Last time you said that Ms. Prince wasn’t your mother. Is she your sister?”

He could spot the subtle resemblance.

That’s not really the question you expect.

Nevertheless, you answer. You literally know his biggest secret. If nothing, you could at least show a little good faith.

“My mother died when I was younger. Diana is my guardian. She took me in when she didn’t have to. I left home because being there just reminded me of what I no longer had.”

He suddenly feels like he shouldn’t have asked. Because if the story of your mother is that tragic, he can only imagine what you would have to say about your father.

“I never really knew them, my birth parents. I came here when I was really young. They sent me here to save me.”

You glance at him. There’s a look on his face. One that expresses that he wishes he could have shared those moments with them, even if it were his last.

It’s weird that you feel so comfortable around him. You’ve always been good at compartmentalizing. Keeping your emotions, friends, secrets, processing it all separately. There’s no one on this planet but Diana that knows your identity.

Well, now Clark.

“I never knew my father. My mother told me stories, but I have a feeling that’s all they were. If he were so honorable, he would not have abandoned his child. Maybe that’s why I’m so unhinged. He probably had a shitty temper too.”

Clark can’t help but smile at the statement.

“Is that why you made a scene in the cafeteria?”

“Maybe.”

You send a little smile and he chuckles.

“I appreciate it, regardless of the reason. Thank you.”

He stops walking, turning to you. You pause in place.

“You don’t have to thank me. Mortals are easy to restrain. It must be frightening being that weak. Back on the island he would not last a day.”

Clark has half the mind to ask about this island, but that might be a conversation for another day.

“We should head back.”

You nod, following him as you both begin to walk in step back to the main room.

As you’re walking, Clark steals a glance. He feels a bit satisfied that you aren’t glaring like you usually do. 

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 19

A regular afternoon at your house just doing homework feels mundane and you’re more than appreciative.

Given how the last few weeks have been, you need the normal. Almost crave it. Clark is sitting next to you with his eyes in his book. You’re both on the couch and you take the chance to admire him.

Since the beginning he’s been a bit stuck to your side.

At the start the reason was obvious.

You knew his secret.

You understood there was a comfort that came with the knowledge. After all, you were the same. He knew about your after school activities and he hadn’t run in the opposite direction. After that it just felt natural to see him. Now you’re dating and it still feels a bit unbelievable. Love wasn’t how you thought your journey would end up, especially how out of reach it always felt.

Now you have it, and all you want to do is hold on. Your gaze moves back to your book with a little smile. You try to get back to your work, that’s until you hear the soft melody coming from Clark’s direction. He places his phone down and you raise a brow. He stands and when he walks over to you, holding out a hand, you blush.

“We never got to enjoy that dance. I was hoping this time we could have a real one.”

You’re internally gushing, because if he keeps acting like a prince you might just melt. With a shy smile, you slide your books at the side of you, taking his hand as you stand. He gives you a gentle tug and your chest bumps into his softly. He grins at the color that flames against your cheek as he slides a hand around your waist as he begins to move to the beat of the song.

Tonight, I wanna hold you close

I don't wanna let you go

Loving you is all I know, yeah

He sways gently, guiding you across the floor.

Mm, girl

Look into my eyes and tell me why

You got me tantalized

Yeah, you got me feeling so alive

Ain't no surprises

You’re very aware of how delicately suggestive the song is. This time he seems to smirk and you hide your face into his chest. Clark laughs.

“I picked the right song?”

You nod, still very much tucked into his chest.

On our way, on our way, we don't waste time

Grab my hands, lay 'em down on your waistline

Then we get low

If you let me take you for a ride

You'll memorize it

He pulls back, giving you a little spin and you can’t help but giggle as he pulls you back in.

“I didn’t realize you had so much skill Clark.”

“One of my few talents.” He boasts playfully.

You’re glad that he’d suggested this, because it feels like exactly what you needed. You’re enjoying his company, and the perfect selection of the tune. With a hand on your waist and the other holding your palm, you gaze back at him.

Put your hands all on my body

Once we start it, we can't stop it

Put your hands all on my body

'Cause I don't wanna dance, I don't wanna dance

Put your hands all on my body

Once we start it we can't stop it

Put your hands all on my body

'Cause I don't wanna dance, I don't wanna dance (don't wanna dance)

Those particular lyrics seem to get to you and you find yourself licking your lips. Clark quickly spots the action, his throat bobbing as he looks back at you. With one step, you both lean in. His lips meet yours with a tenderness that reminds you exactly what love is.

That safe feeling, not just physically, but emotionally. In the time that you’ve both known each, you’ve both learned to lean on each other. Your different circumstances but somewhat similar experiences provided a friendship that has blossomed into something so pure, so right. Your hand grips into his blue jacket and he pulls you in, your legs slightly hovering off the ground.

The kisses have morphed from tamed to something completely different. His hands move to your thighs and you jump as he balances your weight. Your fingers run into his dark locks and he lets out a deep moan. The sound causes a spark to run right up your spine.

The echoes of your sloppy kisses should be embarrassing, but you’re too distracted to even care about it. It takes you a moment to realize that he’s moving, you only truly process it when you hear a few items hit the ground and you feel your back against the softness of the cushions of your couch.

You hum, and Clark parts for a second. At that moment you realize that you’re a bit out of breath. You’re heaving, and Clark is in a similar state. Pupils are almost fully blown, looking down at you with a dazed smile. You mirror it.

“I’m really glad you decided to drop into Smallville.”

You laugh with a nod.

“Me too.” 

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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 1

Living in a town like Smallville, you’d gotten used to reading about the weird and dangerous. You just never thought you’d be on the receiving end of it.

You could barely recall what happened.

Or how you ended up in someone's basement.

Next to you was a familiar face that seemed to jog your memory.

“Shit!”

Thankfully you hadn’t been bound. Your assailant must have believed you would be out for a while.

“Clark, Hey Kent you gotta wake up! Wake up!!”

You were shaking him frantically. When he rolled over on his back, you noticed the cut that was prominent on his forehead. As well as the green rock at his side. You grabbed the stone, chugging it in a random direction.

“Stupid rock!”

It’s the reason you were both in this situation in the first place. Pulling your shirt sleeve down, you did your best to rub some of the blood from his wound. The situation wasn’t looking too good right about now. You brushed his forehead a couple times and to your surprise he began to stir. When his eyes shot open and his body jolted upright you almost fell back.

“T-Take it easy you’re hurt we need to get you..”

Your words trailed off, because when he stood up, you could see the wound on his head. You’d managed to clear a decent amount of the blood. So when a golden spark ignited on his face and the wound seemed to heal itself, you briefly contemplated that you were delirious. You slowly rose to your feet, taking some much needed steps back.

Clark looked a bit more guarded.

“You’re one of them..”

Clark shook his head, taking a step forward and you backed up. He stopped, raising his hands.

“Listen to me, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. Right now we need to get out of here before Kyle gets back.”

That’s right. Kyle.

The fire wielding maniac who’d grabbed the both of you from the school. It was just bad timing on your part. You’d been doing some extra credit when you caught him trying to set a classroom on fire with Clark in it. You weren’t even surprised when you saw him holding one of those tainted meteors. It explained where his powers came from.

Right about now you weren’t sure who to trust.

Clark who had just self healed or Kyle who no doubt would burn you both alive if he had the chance.

“I need you to trust me.”

You didn’t really have much of a choice. It’s clear that Clark is a victim too. As it stood he might be the only way you make it out of here.

“O-Okay..”

You weren’t still a bit hesitant. But you moved closer, holding out your hand as a show of good faith.

“I trust you.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He sent you a small smile, giving you a firm shake.

“Hold on.”

You’re a bit puzzled by the statement.

“Hold on to wha-”

You squealed when he picked you up as if you were weightless. Your hands scrambled to steady themselves on his broad shoulders and you just stared as he gave a reassuring smile. When you felt the rush of wind, you practically screamed, wrapping your hands around his neck.

The second your bodies finally stopped moving, your eyes were still clenched shut.

“We’re safe.”

Opening your eyes hesitantly, he was right. You were both right at the police station.

Your eyes connected to his with wonder, and Clark seemed a bit taken in the moment.

“Clark!!”

The call broke the moment, and when you looked over, his parents were running towards him with the Sheriff. He finally placed you on your feet. You released slowly and Clark gave you one last look before he moved over to explain the situation.

It took maybe an hour for the police to find and subdue Kyle Sherman. Possibly with some help of course. Apparently he was found unconscious and taped to a pole on the school grounds. You didn’t have to wonder what happened because you had no doubt Clark was probably involved. He’d healed himself and ran a few miles in seconds.

Who knew what else he was packing.

After constant questioning from the cops and a trip to the hospital, you were finally being released.

Your older brother had raced over the moment he got the news and he hadn’t left your side since he met you at the police station. He was worried sick, and you couldn’t exactly blame him. There was still so much that really didn’t make sense. You were however glad that Kyle wasn’t still out there setting things aflame. You still couldn’t wrap your head around how drastically he’d changed when he got those powers.

He was just so normal. Then one break up and a missed scholarship and he’d started attacking friends and your institution.

It was scary to think about.

“Are you okay?”

You nod at your brother with a weak smile as he wrapped his hand around your shoulder comfortingly.

“I’m just glad it all worked out.”

There’s a lot you can’t truly share. It’s obvious that no one knows about Clark. Otherwise you doubt they would be that chill. Especially given their reaction to Kyle who only had one ability.

As you’re exiting the building, you notice the familiar blue and red attire of a certain Kent. Your steps slow down and your brother notices. His gaze follows your own, and he sees the exchange.

“Do you need a minute?”

He’s about to walk away, but you grip his arm, shaking your head.

“N-No! I j-just want to go home.”

You drop your head low, and your brother nods in understanding. He sends Clark an apologetic smile as you both move past him. You don’t look up. So you don’t see his hurt expression. But you can feel it. The weight of your fear, rejection. It’s definitely not easy for him to swallow. So he just watches as you walk away.

~

Three weeks and life returns to a state of normalcy.

As normal as it can get in Smallville that is.

You haven’t spoken to Clark since that day.

The guilt is present.

He saved your life and your way of repaying him was avoidance.

“I’m a coward.”

You already know that, still were you truly wrong?

For all you knew the guy could be an alien.

You scratched your head as you gathered your books, distracted. Closing your locker, you exhale softly. You’re about to take a step but you notice someone ahead and you take a step back to apologize for the near collision. Your eyes lift and you notice those blue eyes. Clutching your books a bit tighter, you freeze.

You should say something.

Possibly an apology.

But the fear of that day creeps up, and you can’t get any words out. Clark takes notice of your struggles and he moves back.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” His face changes to a neutral expression. Like he’s guarding himself.

“I won’t approach you again, I promise.”

You swallow. Because that’s what you wanted. It must have been. You’ve been avoiding him like the plague.

It’s pathetic.

You feel absolutely pathetic.

Before you can stop them, the tears begin to flow. Clark’s expression morphed into a much softer one when he sees the droplets that run down your cheeks.

“I’m terrified..t-this is terrifying..”

You can’t pretend that you aren’t scared. Clark understands. It was stupid to just expect you to accept all of this. You were taken by an unhinged teen who possessed unnatural abilities just like him. Your fear is completely rational.

“I’m sorry..”

It’s a shaky sob and you drop your books, lifting your hands to your face.

“I-I’m so sorry!!”

You cry.

It’s stupid to make a scene right in the middle of the hallway. But you don’t care. You’ve been so scared. Being kidnapped, witnessing abilities you couldn’t comprehend and then shameful running from the guy who’s the main reason you’re alive.

Clark understands.

“Is it okay if I hug you?” He asks softly.

You can’t speak, so you just nod. Before he can make a move you run into his arms. He’s startled by the action, but his hands slowly lower, and he returns the embrace.

It’s clear this is what you both needed.

Somehow, it feels like everything will be okay. 

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 14

~Present~

You’ve been gone for about an hour and Clark is desperate. He’s zipped around just about every rock he could, but it’s hard when he has no idea where to go.

Finally he lands right back at your home. His first thought had been to call your brothers, but the way you looked at Michael, he must have been powerful. He didn’t want to bring anyone else into that line of fire, especially since he had no idea what he’s really dealing with.

There must be someone out there.

“Think, think!”

He walks around for a few times before it hits him.

Angel.

Well archangel if he remembered correctly.

“What was his name..”

He’s running through it all when it finally hits.

“G-Gabriel! If you can hear me please help! (Y/N) is in trouble!”

All he hears are wings, and the rush of wind smacks right into his face.

“What’s wrong, where is she!!” Gabriel looks a bit desperate, and Clark shakes his head.

“I-I can’t find her. Michael took her.”

Gabriel curses.

“That dick, I need to find Castiel.”

He’s about to take off, but Clark grabs his hand.

“Please, take me with you.”

Gabriel pauses, finally looking him over. It’s then it registers.

“You’re her kryptonian boo, can’t believe we’re just now meeting.” Gabriel smiles.

“Sure kid, hold on.”

He places a hand on Clark’s shoulder as they both disappear.

The next time they land, he’s stunned that they’re standing inside of an unfamiliar room.

Clark catches sight of Dean who jolts in his spot at the table.

“Damn it Gabriel!! Stop dropping in like that!!”

Dean looks ready to put a bullet in him. Castiel is the one that steps forward when he sees panic on Clark’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

Sam and Dean both stand.

“Dear old brother has (Y/N). We don’t have time to sit around chatting, we need to find her now.”

Dean looks furious.

“Are you saying Michael took her? What would he want with her?”

Clark shook his head.

“I don’t know. I’ve searched everywhere, I can’t find her, please, please help me.”

He sounded desperate and they all exchanged looks. Dean moves over, patting Clark’s shoulder.

“You did good calling Gabriel kid. Let’s go find her.”

Clark nods.

“This isn’t going to be easy, he must know that we’re going to be looking for her. With the protection ward, finding (Y/N) will be difficult. We need Jack.” Dean nods.

“JACK!!”

His voice rings throughout the bunker and he’s at their side in an instance.

“What’s wrong Dean?”

“We need to find Michael, he has (Y/N).”

Jack didn’t need anymore explanation, when he blinked, the golden ring sparked in his eyes.

“Let’s start looking.”

Sam was already moving to grab the angel blades

They were ready, the question is, was Michael?” 

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 6

The weekend gives you an opportunity to relax.

This is possibly the longest you’ve gone without hunting. You’re sort of enjoying the ease. You have nothing planned for the day which is exactly the way you like it. 

Your phone vibrates and you look over. When you pick it up you stare. 

It’s from Clark.

“Are you busy?” 

You smile. 

“Not at the moment. Do you need help saving another civilian?” 

You giggle to yourself as you wait for his response. 

“Ha ha, I’m in stitches.” 

You laugh out loud. 

“Do you wanna come over and hang out (Y/N)?” 

“Sure, I’ll be right over.” 

You pocket your phone as you head to grab your backpack, and maybe your angel blade. 

Just in case.

Once you have all the essentials you’re on your way over to Clark’s home. It takes a little longer, mostly because you’d started craving gummies half way there.

Shoving the evidence of your delay in your bag, you greet his parents in the house before you’re off heading to the loft. The minute you step inside you hear the soft music that seems to be coming from up the stairs. The melodies sound a bit familiar, but you don’t think much of it. 

“Hey Clark!”

“I’m up here.” 

You smile, running up the stairs. 

“Sorry I took so long I had to make a stop for…” 

Your words die off at the end. Maybe you’re seeing things, because Clark is standing there dressed like…well, a prince. More specifically Prince Adam from Beauty and the Beast. Your bag slides off your shoulder and Clark is fidgeting in place. 

Your eyes take in the intricacy of the design. The familiar golden patterns that clash beautifully with the blue coat, they seem to highlight his eyes perfectly. You’re astonished, because the material looks expensive, it could not have been easy or cheap to get that costume. 

“I figured since you never had a prom, or had the chance to play a princess I could give you two wishes in one.”

The music in the background is still playing in the air, and when he steps forward, holding out his hand, you’re speechless. 

“May I have this dance?” 

You might just faint right there. He’s single handedly granted all of your fantasies. The music, the suit, asking for a dance. 

Clark’s eyes hold a gentle longing and you finally get your legs to move. Reaching out, you take his hand and there’s a bit of relief in his eyes. His cheeks are a bit red and it’s then you seem to register that he’s been a bit nervous of you turning down the offer. You can hardly believe it. You smile and Clark’s hand moves around your waist while yours moves to his shoulders. 

“Clark this is..this is incredible..” 

He smiles.

“I’m glad, you should thank Lex, he helped me get the costume.” 

You giggle. 

“It’s so beautiful, I’ll be sure to send my gratitude.”

Standing so close, you can’t help but appreciate how nice it feels. Clark begins swaying slowly with the background melody and you can’t get the smile to leave your lips. Your eyes run over the detail of the costume and how perfectly it fits his body. Even his hair is combed a bit differently than his usually fluffy look. 

“Clark, you look so handsome, just like a prince.” You gush.

He’s laughing at how much you seem to be enjoying it. He’d hoped for such a reaction, now looking at your smile, it’s ten times better than what he pictured. 

“I’m glad I could make this happen for you (Y/N). Seeing you smile like this is…it’s everything..”

Your eyes settle on him, and you seem to take it all in, how elated he is at the fact that you’re happy. It takes a moment to realize that you’re no longer swaying. Clark swallows, and you track the way his eyes move to your lips distractedly. You take a breath and when his eyes meet your gaze, his hand slowly moves from around your waist. 

His touch now against your cheek has your heart racing. All of his movements seem slower, or maybe that’s just the way your brain is tracking it. He leans in, and you all but hold your breath. As he closes the distance, your eyes lower and when his lips finally meet, your fist closes against the fabric of his coat. 

The kiss is tender, almost careful, like he’s testing the waters. He pulls back just an inch, for nothing more than one breath, and then he pulls you in. A moan escapes against your will at how much deeper this kiss is. A pleasant shiver runs right up your spine. Your lips are parting and joining to a rhythm and you're honestly having a hard time keeping up. 

There’s something desperate about the way he’s holding you, kissing you. Now you’re holding onto him to anchor yourself. You would have stayed there forever, but the surge of energy that rushes through your body makes you pull away. You gasp, and Clark looks about ready to apologize, but he pauses, staring at you. 

“(Y/N)..your eyes..” 

There’s clear surprise in his gaze and you don’t even need an explanation. You can almost see the reflection of that blue light in his eyes. You stumble back, rushing for your bag. 

“I-I have to go!!” 

Clark is quick to follow. 

“(Y/N) wait you-” 

“P-Please just leave me alone!” 

Those words cause him to stop as you practically sprint out of the barn.

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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 4

The weekends are nice.

Diana is away doing her little trips and conferences, so you’re left to entertain yourself this time around. That’s why when Clark invited you over to have lunch with his family you were glad to go.

Mostly for Mrs. Kent’s great cooking.

The second you step in you get a whiff of her pie and you can feel your mouth watering. You knock on the door and Clark opens it, smiling at the eager look in your eyes.

“Mom made the pie just for you. It looks like you’re ready to dig in.”

You nod, stepping inside and Martha smiles at you.

“Make yourself at home sweetheart. Clark, would you go call your father, he’s out by the windmill.”

“Is it still broken?”

Martha nods.

“He’s been trying to fix it all week. I told him he should hire some help but you know your father.”

He’s always been a bit stubborn. Clark knows he’ll have to grow and drag him away from it. He means to head over, but he catches the look you wear.

You’re just staring at him expectantly.

“Do..do you want to come?”

You nod, and Martha hides a smile when she catches the interaction.

Clark leads you out to the farm and you follow, taking in the expense of grass and animals.

“I suppose it’s easy to mask super strength when you work in an area that requires so much manual labor.”

Clark smiles at the observation.

“It is.”

You continue down your path and as you get closer to the field, you can make out Mr. Kent’s form. He’s on a scaffolding pretty high up. There’s a bunch of tools next to his feet and you can hear him physically fighting with the metal structure.

“Damn thing..”

He’s grumbling loudly and Clark smiles.

“Dad, lunch is ready!!”

“I’ll be there in a bit, Clark.”

From Clark’s expression he expected the response.

“Come on, maybe mom can get him to come down.”

Clark turns away and you mean to follow, but your eyes are fixated on the shaky structure. It makes you a little weary. Jonathan has a tool in his hand and he’s pulling at some part inside the open part of the metal. He makes a particular tug that disrupts his balance. The yell alerts Clark and when he begins falling backwards, you jump to try and catch him.

At least you attempt to.

Your body pivots in the air and you do catch him.

Clark’s steps stop right under the both of you when he realizes.

You fully expected your body to drop with gravity. He weighs practically nothing. However, you’re all in awe, because you’re just hovering in place.

“(Y/N)...”

Your hands are secured around Jonathan’s back and slowly you can feel yourself lowering to the ground. Both your feet touch the ground and you release, still a bit astonished.

Jonathan is clearly speechless. You take a step back, looking down at your legs as if they’ll answer the mystery of what the hell just happened.

“I can fly..”

Your knowledge of the amazons might not be as extensive as the others who have lived hundreds years before you, but you know for a fact that the only one who has powers such as this is Diana.

You swallow.

“I…I have to go..”

You looked confused, angry…lost.

Clark isn’t even offered a chance to say much because your expression hardens as you shoot off into the sky.

~~

“Ms. Prince, you have a visitor.”

The attendant gestured towards the entrance and Diana was a bit surprised to see you there in Central City. When she asked you to join earlier that day you seemed content with just staying at home. Now there’s a level of urgency on your face as you stand at the entrance. Diana nodded, excusing herself from the conversation. She paced over to you, a bit worried by your expression.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

She guided you away from the crowd to a more secluded area right outside the atrium.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Diana was clearly confused.

“Tell you what?”

You appeared to be searching for the words.

Right ones.

“That we are the same.”

Learning that you could literally fly, it seemed to be the only explanation.

You can see the regret on her face, and now it makes sense. You weren’t crazy. There’s a possibility that you are the offspring of a god. That Diana might be your actual family. All those years after your mother passed you thought that you were alone.

Misunderstood.

Now it appears there was an explanation for everything.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. You were in pain when your mother died. I wanted to protect you.”

You should be furious.

This seems like a very big detail to omit about your life.

Yet, you can’t truly be mad. She could have easily left you there. After hearing about the truth of her origins, you finally understand how she felt when she herself found out she was a demigod.

“I suppose this explains my short temper. I must be the offspring of hades.”

A little smile breaks out on Diana’s face, and she steps over, pulling you into a hug.

“Our fathers are not our legacy. You are your own person. I have faith in you.”

You relax in the embrace.

“Thank you, Diana.”

If nothing else, you’re grateful.

~Clark’s Loft~

“That’s how the conversation went.”

Sitting on the couch, you're filling Clark in.

“I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

It seems you learn more about yourself everyday.

“Thank you Clark.”

It’s nice to have someone to confide in. You both might be different, but you share a lot of similarities.

“For what?”

If anything he should be thanking you.

“For being a good friend. I know that I’m not the most open, or expressive. I’m not the best when it comes to people, but it’s easier with you. I guess in a lot of ways I’m glad you turned out to be a kryptonian. I’m grateful to have another person I can confide in. ”

He means to say that it’s nothing. He enjoys your company. Your time.

Your presence.

The words don’t get out, because you’re wearing a soft expression.

Any words he intends to form falls off. Your expression begins to drop when you realize how intensely Clark is staring. You find yourself swallowing, and when he starts leaning in, you seem to follow the action. You both meet in the middle and a soft sigh escapes when his lips press to your own. Clark reaches over and places a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss.

It’s that particular move that has you pulling back hurriedly. You stumble to your feet, covering your lips.

“I-I’m sorry!”

Clark moves back, shaking his head frantically.

“N-No it was my fault. I’m sorry.”

You’re both at a distance now, and you look down at your lap.

You have no idea where that came from.

Moving to the open window, you just jump out.

Clark stares as you disappear into the sky.

He wonders if that’s something he’s going to have to worry about.

You seem to be constantly flying away from him. 

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 7

You wish you hadn’t been such a coward and ruined such a great moment.

Everything was so perfect until that happened. 

It wasn’t the first time that your powers had activated in your eyes. Like the angels, you do have grace rushing through your veins. Whenever Castiel’s eyes glowed that way, it was usually to access his powers in battle. 

The first time it happened to you, well you were making out with a guy you had a crush in his car. It was the first time you’d been on a date. Around the time Sam had taken off to pursue school and you’d pretty much followed his lead a few months after. It was supposed to be a life without monsters, without hunting. 

Yet, some raging hormones later and your eyes had lit up like a christmas tree. Your date sprinted away as if he’d seen a ghost, ironic given your history. 

That was probably when you realized that you would never have that normal life. 

Now it feels like history is repeating itself. 

Although, it’s not like you lied to Clark. He knows just about everything, more than you’ve told anyone else, yet, the image of him ever looking at you like a..

You shake your head. 

You briefly contemplated if you should take off, head back to the bunker. It’s cowardly to run, but there’s a part of you that’s always been a bit of a coward. All you’ve ever done was run. 

From your dad, your brothers, from him…now with Clark.

This is exhausting, you’re exhausted. You know full well what you have to do. You need to walk right back over to the barn and apologize to Clark. You turned such a sweet gesture into a disaster. 

With a heavy sigh, you grab the house keys, ready to face the issue. All you have to do is apologize and explain that the little incident was just a heat of the moment situation. Maybe if you pretend none of it happened you can salvage your friendship. 

~

Staring at his phone, he can’t help but wonder what the right choice is. Yesterday when you ran off he told himself you just needed some space. You did tell him to leave you alone, he didn’t want to upset you more, but the longer you're away the bigger that pit in his stomach becomes. 

His heart hurts when he remembers that look in your eyes, like you were about to burst into tears. He wasn’t sure when it went wrong. When he kissed you, well, you kissed back. He was so sure that you felt the same. But then you just jumped away from him like he was the plague and then your eyes..

“Her eyes..” 

That must have been it. He vaguely remembers you mentioning something about angels and grace. Your abilities. That was the first time he’d seen it physically manifest. That had to be it. Nothing else made sense. 

“Clark.” 

The call makes him stand at attention and you offer an apologetic smile, walking up the last step. Instant relief washed over him when he saw your face. Your eyes weren’t puffy, so you probably hadn’t been crying. In a weird way that relaxes him. The thought of you in pain alone, it hurts. 

“I..I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that.” 

He shook his head. 

“That’s okay.” 

You slide your hands in your jacket pockets. You’re glad he’s not mad. 

“About that kiss, can we just forget about it. We were just messing around. Let’s just pretend it-” 

“I don’t want to.” 

Your body is a bit stiff at his words. He takes a step closer and you can feel yourself begin to falter. 

“I wasn’t messing around, I have feelings for you. I’ve had them for a while.”

Your heart is hammering.

“I care about you, and for a moment I thought you ran because you didn’t feel the same, but that’s not it is it?” 

“Clark you shouldn’t-” 

“You think that I’m afraid of you.”

Your breath hitches, and you’re sure your expression says it all. 

“(Y/N)...” 

You close your eyes, clenching your fists.

“You don’t have to feel sorry for me, okay! I already know I’m a freak, I don't need your pity!!” You hate that you’re taking it out on him, but it hurts. 

“I don’t pity you.” 

Your eyes snap open to challenge his lie, but nothing about his eyes shows pity. It’s warm, tender, almost like..

“Love.” 

That’s what he says. He moves closer and when he cups your cheeks you can’t get your body to move. 

“I think I..might be in love with you (Y/N).” 

That’s the last thing you expect, you must be wearing a pretty silly expression right now, because Clark simply smiles. This time when he leans in, you can’t find it in yourself to fight it. 

You still remember how amazing his lips felt against yours. The second they connect, it feels like no time has passed. Your back in that moment, being held like something precious, someone loved. 

Everything just feels right when he holds you. 

Clark pulls back slowly, and once again you look apologetic. 

“Clark I’m..I’m sorry.” 

He shakes his head, stroking your cheek. 

“You don’t have to apologize, I already told you, we’re more alike than you think.” 

That fear of being alone, being seen as something different, he’s probably felt that way his whole life. Your powers only manifested when you were a teen, but Clark was born this way. You feel foolish. Despite the mess, you can’t help but let out a soft laugh. 

“I really suck.” You mutter. Clark joins in, dropping another kiss on your forehead. 

“I think you suck just the right amount for someone in your situation.” This time your laughter is a bit louder. 

“You really have a way with words, Kent.” 

“I do my best.” 

You smile, and he returns it. 

“I’m sorry for kissing you so suddenly, I would have given you better warning if I knew it would make you light up like that.” 

He’s wearing a little smirk like he’s proud of himself and you blush. 

“D-Don’t get ahead of yourself, it’s only because I suck at controlling this grace stuff.” 

“I’m not really sure I believe you.” 

You huff, and Clark just chuckles. He has to admit that he prefers this look as opposed to your previous one. His thumb brushes your lower lip and you catch that look in his eyes. You nibble on your lower lip and he licks his own. He wants to kiss you again and you’re dying to feel it. 

“You can kiss me, I’m ready this time. “ 

It’s nothing but a whisper, and he gives a little nod. 

“That’s good.” 

His eyes close and you do the same, ready to feel the softness of that touch. 

“(Y/N).” 

The voice is like a tremor in your head and you flinch, eyes snapping open. You pull back and Clark looks startled, that’s until he sees the man now standing in his loft. 

He’s about to ask who he is, how he even got there without either of them hearing, but that look in your eyes, Clark can tell this isn’t someone he’d like to know. 

“Michael.” 

From your tone, it’s clear that he was right.

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Clark Kent (Smallville x Supernatural) - Oneshot

Tagged: Longer post. 3k+ Words. Enjoy!

Leaving your brothers was the right decision. 

They weren’t happy about it, but they understood. You wanted a somewhat normal life that didn’t involve chasing ghouls, wendigos, ghosts and all the above.That’s how you ended up in Smallville. For the most part life was normal. You were a regular high school kid.

Maybe the only thing that was out of the ordinary was the farm boy you kept encountering. It wasn’t so strange, just weird how you always got saddled with him for projects and minor assignments. 

Your most recent one had led you to his barn. You were both working on a paper, but it was a tad bit awkward. You hadn’t really exchanged words other than what was connected to the assignment.

“Your parents are really sweet.”

Clark looked up, nodding.

“Yeah.”

More silence.

You couldn’t take it.

“Sorry if this is too forward but do you hate me or something?”

His eyebrows lifted at the question.

“W-What?”

“I don’t know, I get the feeling that you just don’t like being around me.” You laugh softly and he just looked at his feet.

“Sorry..”

“You don’t have to apologize. Maybe if you told me what I did I could fix the problem.”

You shifted just a bit closer and Clark looks over at you.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

If that was the case, you were now completely confused.

“Then why are you..”

Your words trail off at the end, because now that you’re closer, everything about his eyes feel a bit transparent. You actually blush.

You, a trained hunter of monsters and killer of all things evil.

Blushing.

You looked away, now laughing just as awkwardly as him. Clark stood, shaking his head.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I just made everything weird.”

He was somewhat pacing and you couldn’t help but find it cute. This whole time you really thought he disliked you. But it was the complete opposite.

“I get it if you want to leave.”

You sat there still trying to collect yourself. Clark was still running himself in circles. You smiled at yourself. You supposed this was the normal that you were so desperately craving.

A crush.

“I’m not going to leave Clark.”

He finally stopped in place, looking at you. His puppy dog gaze just made your blush deepened. You couldn’t believe this. Awkward teen years really hadn’t completely abandoned you.

“How about we finish this project and then head to the Talon, how does that sound?”

His face lit up and you found yourself giggling. He nodded.

“That sounds great.”

“Great.”

He sends you a smile as you both get back to work.

That was how you truly befriended Clark Kent. He was an interesting guy. His friends were also quite the same. 

Like Chloe Sullivan.

“So you have two brothers, tell me about them.”

Seated in the Talon with Clark, Lana and Chloe, you sort of felt like you were in an interrogation.

“Chloe.” Clark warned.

She seemed to get how pushy she was being.

“Sorry, reporter brain, can’t turn it off.”

You just brush it off.

“No worries. My brothers and I aren’t exactly seeing eye to eye right now. We want different things. That’s why I came to Smallville. After we lost our parents things just got a bit strained.”

It was no secret that you were an orphan. You could see the way their eyes displayed sympathy and somehow you wanted to just change the subject. You tap your legs, standing.

“I-I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick.” 

It was an obvious excuse, but you didn’t care. You turned, but you weren’t paying much attention and someone ran right into you. You stumbled back and Clark was quick. He caught you, body slightly dipped. You blinked and he straightened you.

“You okay?”

His words were somewhat soft and you nod, gripping his shoulders.

“I never realized how muscular you are Clark, it’s ridiculous.”

When you saw his cheeks tinge, you realized you’d said those words aloud. You blushed and you heard the soft giggles from Lana and Chloe. You pulled back quickly.

“P-Please excuse me.”

You were rushing out and Clark just watched you leave, a dazed expression on his face.

“Smooth move Clark.” Chloe teased.

He realized then that he hadn’t been covering it as well as he thought.

School days were running quicker than you expected. Before you realized it, you were enjoying life. You’d indeed gotten closer to Clark, but you still kept that comfortable distance. There was a part of you that just didn’t think happiness was in the cards for you. You were content with your situation at the moment, but that nagging feeling that this could all change settled at the back of your mind. It’s hard to break.

Your first summer, you’d gotten a job in town. Clark decided to stay at home and keep helping out his family, so you saw each other quite often. You stopped by on days just to chat. He’d always perk up in the cutest way that really made you question how one guy could be so adorable.

He seemed like a nerd, and it was endearing. But then there were times where you caught him heaving a bale of hay, or fixing a broken tractor. One time you’d accidentally caught him with his shirt off, hammering a piece of wood to build something or the other. The second your eyes caught him, you turned.

“S-Sorry!”

You didn’t get why you were apologizing. He was still wearing his jeans and you caught a glimpse of his shirt at the side that looked soaked. Apparently he’d gotten sprayed by something. Because you were certain his body was glistening, or maybe that was just your brain.

“Everything okay? You didn’t get wet by the sprinklers did you? Dad is fixing them. I got hit myself.” He dropped his tool, walking over to you. Now he was standing before you and it was impossible to ignore. Your eyes were planted firmly on his very toned chest and abdominals.

“Damn..”

It felt appropriate at that moment.

“(Y/N)?”

You blinked back into reality, stammering.

“Y-Your shirt..”

His brows furrowed, then he looked down. It’s then he caught what you meant. His face immediately turned red as he stumbled away.

“I-I’ll be right back.”

He was heading for the stairs in the loft to grab a spare. You swallowed, facing in the opposite direction. At the moment you need the distraction.

“Clark.”

The call from someone ahead was a nice way to forget the very built friend of yours. The man walking in with a suit wasn’t someone you recognized. He was bald, hands in his pocket. He looked pretty comfortable, so he must have known Clark pretty well.

“Clark is changing, can I help you?”

He offered a smile. From his attire it was clear he was rich.

“You must be (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you.”

You narrow your eyes, because you never met this guy, so how did he know you?

“Not to sound accusing, but how do you know who I am?”

Maybe he was an angel. Geez, you really didn’t have the energy to deal with one of those dicks right now. You’d also left your angel blade back in your apartment.

“Clark is always talking about you. I’ve been out of town for a few months, but he’s always detailed in his explanations.”

Clark came running down the stairs.

“Lex!”

He sounded excited to see him.

“So you’re Lex Luthor.”

That made more sense. Clark talked about him a lot too. Clark was at your side in an instant, chatting with Lex like they were the best of friends. From the interaction they obviously were close.

“It’s nice to meet you (Y/N).”

“You too, it’s good to put a face to the name.”

The atmosphere settled in pretty nicely. Lex had ended up staying for dinner. You spotted the tension with Jonathan at Lex’s presence, but said nothing. It might have been in your head, but for a while now it’s felt like they were hiding something. Then there were the times Clark would run off to help a friend, or just make random disappearance whenever someone seemed to be in danger.

You’re an investigator by nature, so of course you kept an eye out. As far as you knew, Clark was actually doing a lot of good. Being in Smallville showed you that there were crazier things out there than ghosts. It all seemed to be linked to those meteor rocks. Another note you made to avoid those, just to be on the safe side. After being hexed, stabbed, shot, possessed by an angel, it just felt like the last thing you wanted to go through was to gain freaky powers by some space rocks.

Regardless of your suspicions, Clark hadn’t given you any signs that he was some serial monster, so you saw no reason to dig any deeper. Whatever this secret was, he clearly had a reason to be weary. Since you weren’t an open book yourself, you couldn’t really judge. Maybe that’s why you both got along so well. You both had things to hide. Not specifically bad, just..hard.

You tried to push it back as you carried on with your life.

“Look at her go.”

Clark’s eyes drifted to the track. No one was particularly fond of P.E. It was just one of those things. He was standing at the side after his mile with Chloe and Pete. You were currently on the track finishing up. Your pace seemed steady with a decent lead at the front of the pack.

“I wonder why she doesn’t join the track team, she’s pretty good.”

You buzzed through the finish line as the teacher clicked the stopwatch. The second the rest of girls followed, and few of them were panting and the others circled you with smiles. You were grinning shyly as one of them patted you on the back. You caught Clark’s eyes, giving a wave that he returned, still a bit dazed. Pete nudged his shoulder.

“Oooo, she waved at you.”

Clark playfully pushed his hand away as you made your way over. The second you were within reach you greeted them.

“You’re great at the mile, you should really join the team.” Chloe encouraged.

You rubbed your arm.

“I was actually thinking of joining next semester. You really think I’m good?”

Chloe nods.

“You are, right Clark?”

He turns to you, distracted by your smile as you wait for his opinion.

“You’re great..”

There was a longing in his voice and you swallowed. He seemed to register how that statement sounded and he backtracked.

“O-On the track! Y-You’re great on the track!!”

He was stumbling over his words. Eventually he just gave up, bolting off with a silly excuse. You just watched him walk away, a little smile on your face. At this point you were certain the whole school realized Clark’s feelings; he was just way too obvious for his own good. That’s why you decided to confront him about it. You invited him over that night. You just wanted to spend some time with him. That’s until you realized you were out of your favorite snack.

“Shoot, Clark, do you mind heating up the popcorn, I’m going to run and get some chips.”

“Sure, but I can grab them if you’d like.”

You shook your head with a smile.

“Nope, you’re the guest. Just make sure the popcorn is nice and buttery when I get back.”

He nodded with his own grin as you grabbed your keys. It didn’t take that long, you bought a couple drinks too, basically racing to get back to spend time with Clark. You expected everything to be just dandy when you got back. But when you reached for the key, you realized that your door was ajar. Your hunter brain kicked in instantly. You stepped in carefully, placing your groceries down. When you heard a crash, you panicked, rushing into the kitchen.

“CLARK!”

You were terrified that he might have been hurt, but when you walked into the kitchen, one of your brothers was picking himself off the ground and the other was hanging five feet off the ground. Clark was glaring at him, hand lifted.

“S-Sam, Dean!!”

Your yell caught all their attention and Clark dropped Dean almost instantly. You rushed to his side frantically. Clark staggered back and Sam moved to you, standing protectively. The minute Dean collected himself, he drew his angel blade.

“What the hell are you!!”

His glare was heated. Clark just watched you, conflict in your eyes. You had to admit that you were shocked. You didn’t imagine his strength. It took a bit of effort to knock both Dean and Sam down that quickly.

“What the hell are you doing with this lumberjack!! We came to check on you and this is what we got!!”

Dean was upset.

“Calm down Dean.” Sam advised.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!!” He fixed his jacket angrily.

“Gijoe over there picked us up like we were a loaf of bread. What are you, demon, phantom, please tell me you’re not an angel. Cas! CAS!!”

The flapping of wings alerted you that your friendly angel was here. You sighed, placing your face in your palm and now Clark looked confused.

“W-Where did he come from?”

This whole situation was getting messy.

“What’s wrong Dean?”

“One of your douchebag angel siblings snagged this guy and sent him after (Y/N). I thought we told those assholes that she was off limits.”

After the last possession Dean was clearly still holding a grudge.

Cas tilted his head, looking at Clark.

“He’s not an angel.”

“Then what the hell is he!!”

“He’s an alien.”

“A WHAT!!!” 

Dean was getting more irritated by the minute and Clark’s eyes widened at the evaluation.

“How..do you know that..?”

Your eyes moved to him in question.

“You’re..an alien?” You ask.

Clark looked sullen, nodding slowly.

“I’m sorry, more than anything I wanted to tell you but I..”

He looked away and suddenly it all made sense. Those quick escapes. Subtle rescues. No regular guy could do that. You just assumed he had a hero complex.

“Wow..aliens..”

Given some of the things you’ve seen, it’s clear nothing was off the table at this point.

“He’s harmless.” Cas advised.

“He wasn’t so harmless when he threw Sam across the room!!” Dean yelled.

“T-That’s because you broke into (Y/N)’s house. I thought you guys were burglars." Clark defended.

You nod in agreement.

“He’s right Dean, next time just use the front door.”

“Don’t defend him!!”

You laugh.

“You’re just mad that you got your but kicked by a highschooler.” Sam interjected. Dean’s death stare moved to his brother, grumbling under his breath.

“Just let me stab him once, just once.”

You took the blade from Dean’s hand with a frown.

“Stop it. He was just protecting me.”

You placed the weapon on the counter, hoping to straighten out this whole misunderstanding. With the blade down, he finally really looked at you. When you left, both of you had been at odds. He didn’t want you to go and you didn’t want to stay and eventually watch one or both of your brothers get killed.

You ran because you were scared. He was pissed, but he understood. You waited for it, the lecture. That tone of disappointment, but he just stepped forward and pulled you into a hug. For a moment you were frozen. Cas and Sam stood at the side, both wearing smiles. You melted into the embrace, holding on tightly. You’d never admit it, but you missed them. Especially Dean, because you never truly said goodbye to him. You told Sam when you were leaving and slipped out in the night. You were both stubborn. Something you no doubt got from your dad.

“It’s good to see you’re okay.”

You nod, burying your face into his shoulder.

“You too.”

After that, everything sort of settled itself out. Sam and Dean stayed to catch up for a bit before they were off again to fight some big bad.

“Don’t go getting yourself in trouble either.” Dean scolded.

“I’ll try my best. You know I actually joined the track team.”

Dean perked up.

“Yeah? I always knew one of us would become athletes. I had a pretty good left hook. Should have taken up boxing.” it seems he’s fallen down the rabbit hole, because who goes on a little rant. Sam takes the moment to give you a hug.

“Stay in touch. Dean’s been grumpy since you left. He is always worrying like an overprotective dad.”

“Shut up Sammy!”

You really miss the banter. Clark is still somewhat in the background.

Dean’s eyes shift to Clark’s direction.

“Look after her or else.”

“DEAN!”

“What, I’m just saying.”

You sigh, and he fixes his shirt, grabbing a soda from your fridge as he heads for the doors.

“See you kids later.”

He waves and Sam follows behind with a smile. When you hear the door close behind them, you just let out a breath. 

That was a lot.

“So, an alien? I didn’t see that coming.”

Clark looks a bit uncomfortable. You can’t blame him. He hasn’t really looked at you for the majority of the night. You offer a smile, moving closer as you take his hand. He finally makes eye contact.

“We both had secrets. I don’t blame you for not coming clean about yours. If I told you I used to hunt monsters with my older brothers would you have believed me?”

He cracks a smile.

“It does sound kind of crazy.” You giggle.

“Exactly, so no hard feelings. I actually feel a lot better now that you know. It’s been a little hard for me to enjoy life here with it hanging over my head. Especially since I..” You pull your hand away, now a bit bashful.

“Since I really like you..”

It’s a bit of a whisper. From that moment he’d looked at you were those beautiful green hues you were gone. He had you wrapped around his finger. All those shy smiles, cute words. Now finding out he’s some super strong alien that’s been using his abilities to help people, how could you not fall for him.

“So..you’re not scared?”

You shake your head.

“I was possessed by an angel once, I think I’ve been through scarier things.”

He laughs.

“That still sounds kind of crazy.”

“I know!” You agree, your laughter joining in his own. It’s nice to have everything out in the open. No secrets. No barriers.

“Well, now that everything is sorted let’s get this movie night started!”

You feel somewhat energized and you move to head for the living room, but Clark gently grasps your hand. You pause, taking slow steps back towards him. With a tilt of your head, you quirk a brow.

“What’s up?”

He still doesn’t really say anything. He takes a step and when his eyes drift to your lips, your breath comes out a bit shaky. Clark smiles.

“Your heart rate just increased.” He informs.

“Y-You can hear that?”

He nods, hand moving to your cheek. You just seem to melt against him, eyes lowering when he leans down to meet your lips. The second they touch, you almost moan. You’ve literally been waiting months for this. It’s been hanging in the air for a while, but neither of you had taken the step. Your hands grip at his biceps and you lean in more firmly. It feels just as amazing as you predicted. His stature somehow feels twice as big as yours. The way his arms encase your body just makes you feel warm, safe.

Before you really know what’s happening, your back makes contact with the wall. Clark’s breathing is a staggered mirror of your own. You grab at his collar, desperately trying to pull him closer. His hands lift your right off the floor and you gasp, legs wrapping around his waist. One of his hands flatten on the wall behind you, still insistent with his kisses. Your fingers slide into his hair, tugging, begging for more. The minute his tongue slips through your lips you both release a moan. Neither of you slow down for obvious reasons. He’s wanted this just as much as you have.

“Hey (Y/N) Sam dropped his..”

Dean’s sudden appearance startles you. Clark still has you pinned to the wall and you both separate hurriedly.

“D-Dean!!”

Clark takes a step back and you’re fighting to fix your clothing. Sam trails back in when he hears the yell. When he sees your flustered state, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happened. He clears his throat, now a bit awkward.

Dean looks like he’s about to murder someone.

“I’m gonna stab him.”

He draws his blade and you panic, moving in front of Clark as Sam rushes to stop his overprotective brother.

“DAMN IT DEAN!! YOU CAN’T STAB MY BOYFRIEND!!”

It’s clear that some things would never change, especially with the Winchesters. 

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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 3

“Open your eyes.” 

“No, I'm going to die!!” 

“Quit being dramatic.” 

“I’m not, you’re actually trying to kill me!! I see right through you Kent!!” 

Jonathan laughs from below. He seems used to the antics. 

When you told Clark about your fear of heights, he said he would be happy to help you get over it. Being the gullible person you were, you accepted it because you assumed you would be starting off somewhere manageable. 

Like one story inside a building. 

But no. 

Clark had told you that it was a surprise. It’s only when he sped out to the freaking windmill that you realize how screwed you were. 

“I’ll be in the barn working on the tractor if you need me.” Jonathan calls. 

“No Mr. Kent, don't leave me!!” 

Your eyes were still tightly shut, so you didn’t see the older man wave as he walked away. 

“I swear when we’re on solid ground again I’m going to murder you Clark.” 

“Indestructible, remember.” 

“Curse you!!” 

Through all your complaints, you were still clutching onto his jacket for dear life. 

“Open your eyes, I promise you it’s not as scary as you think.” 

“That’s easy to say when your body is unbreakable. Us humans have to worry about things like going splat!” 

You wave a hand around angrily, and Clark takes your hand softly. 

Lowering it. 

“I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ve got you.” 

Maybe it was the tenderness of his voice that had you convinced. You know Clark would never do anything to hurt you. But fear was rarely ever rational. 

Clark gave your hand a little squeeze, and you very cautiously began to open your eyes. Just looking down, you could feel yourself become dizzy. Clark placed his hands on your shoulders, and it felt a little easier. You swallowed, taking in the view from above. The calming feel of the wind on your cheeks was actually not that horrible. The sun seemed just about ready to set, and the glow that shone was beautiful. Slowly but surely, your grip loosened. Clark smiled when that look of fear began to change to awe. 

“It’s incredible…” 

“I told you.” 

“Don’t get cocky. I’m still mad at you. This is extreme. Now I’m ten times more terrified of heights.” 

“What! But you just said it was incredible.” 

“The view is, not my crippling fear. I was this close to peeing my pants. Now that we’ve established that you’re terrible at helping with fears and phobias, I’d like to get down before I puke out my organs.”

“You’re exaggerating.” 

“GET ME DOWN!!” 

“Okay okay.”

Yes, your adventures with Clark Kent were anything if not invigorating. 

It’s strangely nice. Your friendship with Clark is different from others that you’ve had. Then again, you can’t really say you have a lot of alien friends. But it isn’t just that. You feel as though you can tell him anything. Maybe it’s because he’s told you just about everything. 

Most of your after school meetings are you asking him questions as you both do homework. 

“Can you sneeze tornadoes?” 

He makes a face. 

‘Really, tornadoes.” 

“It’s not a dumb question.” 

“I beg to differ.” 

“I beg to differ.” You mock. 

Clark gives your shoulder a playful shove and you roll onto the floor dramatically.

“I’ve been attacked by a superhuman. Someone help.” 

You make playful gurgling noises as you stick your tongue out and turn your head, pretending to be unconscious. Clark just rolls his eyes. 

“It’s a good thing you’re into teaching because your acting is terrible.” 

“Hey! I will have you know I played a very convincing willow tree when I was a toddler.” 

“I bet.” 

You giggle, moving back to take a seat next to Clark as you continue your studies. 

When you begin working quietly, Clark can’t help but glance at you. He always thought that nothing good would come of other people finding out about him. It’s true that you were scared at the beginning, and he understood. Yet here you are, sitting together like you’ve known each other for decades. 

“Hey, do you know how to solve this one? It doesn't make sen..” 

You’d turn to ask him that question, but he’s already looking your way. 

Clark swallows, and his gaze makes you a bit nervous. 

“Is everything..okay?” You question.

He nods. 

“Yeah. Everything is fine. Which question is it?” 

You point to it, and Clark goes through the equation. You’d like to say you were listening, but that moment had you a bit distracted. 

The week carries on as usual and you decide to shake off the awkward moment. Clark seems normal, so you don’t think much of it. 

Walking into the Talon, you aren’t even surprised to see Chloe and Clark bickering. Lana brings them their drink and it seems she’s gotten caught in the crossfire. You smile.

“What’s the big argument about?” 

“Clark here thinks serenading someone is overrated.” 

You gasp. 

“Chivalry really is dead.” 

“That’s what I said!” Chloe defends. You take a seat and Lana smiles. 

“I’d be a little embarrassed if someone did that for me in public. But in private, I think I’d like it.” Lana confesses. 

You nod. 

“I guess I’d feel the same. I always loved watching those cheesy movies where the lead tries to win the girl over with a song. It’s kind of cute.” 

Clark looks a bit more attentive. He looks about ready to question further, but you’re interrupted. 

“Room for one more?” 

It’s Lex. 

“Of course, Lex.” Clark replies. 

“Can I get you something?”Lana asks. He nods, and Lana moves over to take his order. You don’t miss the way Chloe’s eyes seemed trained on him. Even as he leaves. 

“He’s handsome right?” You whisper to her.

She nods. 

“So handsome.” She gushes.

“I’m right here.” Clark grumbles. She brushes it off, and you send him a smile. 

The atmosphere, these people, it’s nice. There hasn’t been a dull day since you met Clark. 

Although your first meeting wasn’t under the best circumstances, you're weirdly grateful.

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 17

It’s nice when you don’t have arch angels to worry about. The Kents have invited you over for

dinner. Like any reasonable person who’s used to junk food and the occasional beer that you snag from your brothers, having a home cooked meal is always appreciated.

“Clark told us you have two brothers.” Jonathan comments.

You nod.

“Yes Mr. Kent. Older brothers.”

“And what do they do?” Martha asks.

You exchange a look with Clark. You know that he hasn’t told them about it. All your little quirks. You figure he’s waiting for you when you’re ready to tell them. Because you know just about everything about Clark. So there really is no reason to lie to them. Straightening in your seat, you place your fork down.

“Mr. and Mrs. Kent, I know about Clark.”

Jonathan and Marth look over at him a bit surprised.

“What do you mean you know about-”

“I mean I know his secret. He told me. Well actually I saw him and then he sort of spilled it. But the fact is I know, the same way he knows mine.”

“What do you mean?”

Jonathan looks intrigued now and you send a brief look to Clark before you close your eyes. The lights in the room flicker and when your eyes reopen they are startled at what sounds like thunder inside the living room and the blue light over your irises. The blinking lights shine a light in the background and they both just stare at the silhouette of what looks like wings against the wall. It flashes two more times before it all fades. The lights flick back on instantly and your eyes appear normal.

After a beat you finally speak.

“I’m not exactly normal either.”

They both still seem at a loss for words.

No one really knows what to say. Clark is the one who finally speaks.

“At least I’m not the only crazy thing in Smallville right dad?”

Clark is wearing a small smile and you can’t help but laugh.

It’ll take a while for them to adjust to the news, but you feel better now that it’s all out in the open.

The somewhat silent dinner later and you’re in the loft with Clark. Seated on his couch, you both discuss the events of the past couple days.

It’s not easy and you know it’ll take more than one meeting like that for his parents to fully trust you, but more than anything, you would never hurt Clark. In a way you could tell that’s all they needed to know. Your eyes are a bit fixated on your palm.

Your intention had been to merely show them, but that moment, it felt like you were holding onto a lightning bolt. Your abilities seem to have advanced far beyond what you expected. Given what seems to happen in this town, that might not be such a bad thing.

“You seem different.”

You nod.

It’s not strange that he’s noticed. You turn your palm over.

“I think seeing Michael might have boosted my grace.”

Clark turns to you.

“The first time I really used it, well it was when he tried to jump my brother’s bones. He sort of triggered it because I wanted to protect them. When he came back, there’s a part of me that could only think about protecting you. I guess that’s my sun in this sense.”

You’re hoping the explanation makes a bit of sense.

“So, being around me makes you stronger?”

You nod with a shy smile.

“I guess so.”

Clark grins.

“I really wish he hadn’t dropped in when he did. We were having such a good moment.” You mumble.

Your eyes are still focused in your lap, and when he takes your hand, you look up.

“I think we can create some more, don’t you?”

With a slow nod, you close your eyes just as Clark leans in. You hum at the sensation, and his hand easily makes its way around your waist as he pulls you closer. You welcome it, because for a moment when Michael showed up, there was a part of you that feared for the worse.

So many things have felt like they’ve gone wrong in your life. But landing here, being in Smallville, it’s the first right thing that’s happened in so long. Clark pulls back slowly and you lick your lips, eyes still closed. He smiles at the elated expression you wear.

For a while the only thing that brought on those reactions were books. Now’s he happy that he can give you the same amount of excitement and joy. Your eyes finally flutter open, and the subtle blue light makes his smile grow wider. It’s become apparent that you tend to lose control when you’re with him.

A fact he’s ecstatic about.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“No reason.”

He chuckles.

You mean to question further, but he kisses you again and the thought is lost.

Happy endings might not be so far out of your reach after all.