#conner kent drabble

[hanasnx]

conner kent and fucking in public (secretly)

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event!

“Are you sure about this?” CONNER KENT glances over his shoulder warily as you clutch his big hand with both of yours, leading him off further into the campus of your university.

“Are you scared?” you ask coyly, and he visibly steels himself, his chest subtle in puffing out as his expression hardens.

“No.” he responds, curt and incredulous.

You just wanted to show him around, introduce him to your friends, the entrance to your classes, your cafeteria—normal stuff for a tour. As soon as you get to your dorm, you didn’t anticipate a detour into your room to steamily make up for the lack of inappropriate touching today. His grip is everywhere, kneading your ass through your sun dress, grasping your waist to draw you closer to him, sliding up to mess with your hair in a way that creates an unmistakable silhouette to anyone who glances at it. The sound of your roommate interrupts you, and since it’s broad daylight, you smooth down your make-out hair and hit the road with him in tow.

It’s a problem. All the lingering touches and stray looks are getting to you, every gesture heating up your cheeks. You’re sure your Superboy can hear your blood rushing. To cool things down, you bring him to the library, and when you catch him staring at you with that look in his eye you avert yours as quickly as possible.

“When are you gonna let me finish what I started?” His question urges you to hide your face in your hands, but you stay strong. The two of you are far enough away that no one could’ve heard it… and yet you can feel the effect the risk has on your body. You chew on your bottom lip, your fingers fidget with your dress, you can feel his warmth from his body towering over yours sunning you.

The deeper parts of the library bookshelves make for a little hideaway. Tucking yourselves into the darkest corner, you pull him over you by the collar of his leather jacket. His hands steady him clutching onto the edges of the shelves, caging you in while you make quick work of his belt. Just the sound of it alone has your mouth watering. He takes a cautious peer over his shoulder to double check you’re alone, but you pinch his jaw, snapping it back to face you. There’s a twinkle of surprise in his gaze from the motion, melting into the kiss you plant on him while you both clumsily fumble for the skirt of your dress and the hem of his boxers. “Never thought that you’d… want this…” he manages to say in between your lips connecting. There’s nothing you wanna add besides sliding your tongue against his, sighing in content as he hikes up your thigh. The velvety soft head of something warm and familiar noses down your sex, tucking the shaft in your lips to seek out the give.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

MORE WEIRD NEGLECTED BLACK!READER HEAD CANNONS FROM YOUR GREAT ONE (me)

Weird Neglected black!reader has like hundreds to thousands of edits of them on TikTok, and they could be doing the most mundane things known to man, going to the store in the most atrocious fit ever seen in public. The next thing you know, there's an edit of you to an Ayesha Erotica song. You could be wearing your Sunday best to a gala, and you could just wave at the camera with a small smile. The entry of Gotham is at your feet, like someone filmed you at a soccer match, and you pulled up your shirt to wipe the sweat off your forehead. Everyone in the stands got to see your body; that video was edited to death. You can't even search up your name without that picture popping up.

Weird neglected black!reader Who writes the most ferocious, down-bad, smuttiest fanfic of Conner, when you used to have a super big crush on him (before the two of you started dating, of course). Conner asked to see your phone because his was dead. Without any thought, he went to your Google to search something up, and then he saw multiple AO3 tabs. He found the fanfic you wrote like years ago. That Kryptonian boy blushing from cheek to ear. He didn't know you got down like that, and he would have a lot of questions you would not be willing to answer.

Weird neglected black!reader Who’s low-key taller than half of the Batfam No joke, like that growth spurt hit hard. I mean, the boys always saw you as someone smaller than them; your hand couldn't even fit around Dick's when you were younger. But now you're at this man's shoulder, and you're starting to low-key tower over him. Tim tries to introduce you as his younger sibling, and the whole Young Justice team is like, “Are you sure you're not the younger sibling, dude?" Because you're like basketball-type of tall. It's hard for your big brothers to say they're the big brother when they have to look up at you to talk to you or when you have to bend your knees.

Weird neglected black!reader Who will listen to songs from entirely different countries and a whole other language but will be fluent in that exact song Like you're singing to Stray Kids, but you have no clue what the hell they're saying, and you never spoke Korean before. I mean, you didn't even pass your Duolingo class about it! You're going crazy singing to Stance Punks (a Japanese band that made the ending song for Soul Eater), and all of a sudden, you're fluent in Japanese. Do you know what the words mean? Hell no! But is it a bop? Hell yes!

Weird Neglected black!reader Who is the low-key scene as that cool older sibling, even though they're one of the youngest The Young Justice Crew can come over, with the reader entirely enamored and wanting to hang out with them instead of Tim. You like to think that you're not that interesting, but to them, you're cool as hell—annoying cheat codes to almost every game, able to destroy him at King of Fighters when literally nobody can. And it's even worse when Jon comes around, the cutest puppy crush on you, while Damian is screaming for him to get away from you.

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

Y! Young Justice (the og) x villain! reader

You twist, defiant even now, and they feel it—their adversary, their ghost, the one who slipped from their grasp with a laugh on the wind, now held tight. Tonight, the uncatchable is caught, and their silent victory thrums like a heartbeat in the air around you.

Kaldur’s water binds hold fast, yet there’s a strange gentleness as he looks at you, eyes deep as the sea he commands. His grip is sure but reverent, each ripple around your wrists a silent hymn to the dance you’ve led him through, chase after chase, like a lover drawn to shore by the moon. His eyes are an ocean, quiet and unfathomable, but tonight there’s no mistaking the longing within them—a soft, undulating desire to hold what he’s finally claimed.

Wally stands close, not taunting but transfixed, his smirk softer than usual, as though he’s taken his place beside you at last. You’ve always been the thrill, the pulse in his veins, the rush of the wind at his back. The quicksilver desire he’s buried comes to the surface, flickering like light itself as he watches you now. There’s something poetic in his gaze, like a line of verse held just for you, words spinning in the silence as his fingers twitch, yearning to trace every inch of the face he’s only seen in blurs of speed.

Robin moves with precision, binding you with a care that’s more art than security. His eyes linger on every knot, every inch of skin beneath his gloved fingers, crafting his hold as if sculpting something sacred, every tie a testament to the chase that brought you to this point. He’s not simply holding you down; he’s committing you to memory, carving his mark into every second. The vigilante has become a poet, each knot in his rope a line in the unspoken sonnet he’s woven around you.

Conner watches with an intensity that goes beyond duty, his protective instincts woven with the depth of a soul that’s finally found something worth holding. His admiration is fierce, a silent ode to the strength you’ve shown against him time and again. The quiet in his gaze is the chorus he’s always sung for you—a promise etched in steel, a love wrapped in the strength he wields, silent but unbreakable. He’d turn worlds to dust before letting you slip away again.

Above, M’gann floats with a gentle, boundless reverence, her empathy a quiet lullaby echoing through your mind. There’s a depth to her gaze, a wish to hold you safe, to shield you from every shadow. Her presence wraps around you, the warmth of a song without words, each glance a silent lyric, a promise she wants to whisper only for you. Her thoughts spill over, her devotion filling every corner of your mind like a quiet symphony, promising to keep you safe, her heart’s song bound to you.

And Artemis, fierce and unwavering, watches from the edge, her gaze sharper than any arrow she’s ever shot. The smirk that once mocked you has softened into something reverent. She’s a huntress who’s caught her elusive prey, but there’s no more need for the chase. She wants to keep you close, to pull you into her orbit as if you were a star meant to be drawn to her. Her pride for you is fierce, unbending; her eyes drink you in like an anthem she’s claimed for herself.

Each of them stands close, a circle drawn tight, their poetry woven around you, their gazes fierce and unbreakable. You’re no longer simply their rival—you’re a muse, their song, the obsession they’ve crafted verse by verse in their minds. They’ve turned the chase into a masterpiece, and now, their poem is complete: you’re here, captured by verses only they can write, bound to them in a love that echoes like a heartbeat.

(A/n: when will I make a real story? I think never)

[superbat-love]

Bruce stomped into the living room with the kids clutched under his arms—Steph and Barbara under his left arm, and Jason and Dick under his right arm. Clark followed closely behind him, carrying Damian, Jon, Duke, Kon and Tim.

Nine soaking wet little kids were unceremoniously dumped on the floor in front of the fireplace. Cass silently jumped down from her spot on Bruce’s shoulders to curl up on the armchair.

Clark: Alright, explain to us why you kids were out playing in the forest in this storm.

Dick: We wanted to play hide and seek, so we had to find a bigger space.

Bruce: The Wayne manor is on 150 acres of land.

Jason: Yeah well, if some people didn’t cheat…

Duke: Nobody hacked into the cameras around the place!

Tim: I-It’s not our f-fault you guys pick the most obvious places to h-hide.

Steph: Even without the cameras you still cheated, Tim. I saw you guys. You got Kon to fly you up the mountain! We agreed on ‘No Superpowers’! And now you’ve got hippo…hippopotamus.

Barbara: I think you mean hypothermia, Steph.

Kon: How is that considered cheating? Flying is not a superpower. Birds fly!

Jon: Dogs fly!

Dick: That’s just Krypto, Jon.

The kids huddled around together, discussing whether flying is considered a superpower.

Clark: Enough, you are all grounded for putting yourself in danger.

Bruce: [yelling over the kids’ protests] I don’t want to hear any excuses! Everyone is grounded except Cass.

Kon: She played with us too! She hid near the entrance of the forest.

Bruce: Still considered to be on Wayne property.

Damian: Can we be grounded in the barn?

Jason: The barn? That’s the dumbest suggestion I’ve ever heard.

Dick: Hey! You can’t call people dumb, dummy.

Damian: I want to play with the chickens, okay? They’ll get lonely!

Jon: That sounds fun! I want to play with the chickens too!

Barbara: Don’t listen to them! I vote for the kitchen, because Alfred is there.

Steph: Me too! Alfred makes great cookies!

Bruce: This isn’t a vote. You will each be grounded in your own rooms.

Superbat Family Fics

[invincibledc]

“Brother Figure?”

Platonic! Connor Kent x GN!reader

Summary: the team starts to see how Conner acts around one of the youngest members. When people try to ask the young member why the super like them. There wasn’t an answer until now.

Note||Y/N is the same age as Robin, 13.

Genre: fluff

“Hey Y/N?” Wally says, walking up to the small teen who is trying to watch tv. “What Wally, better make it quick. SpongeBob just defeated Patrick.” The teen says looking at the tv with a full focus.

“Right..listen pip squeak, I just wanna ask something.” Now the teen’s attention was on the red head speedster. “Spit it.”

“Why does Connor like you? Not like in a mean way. It’s just it seems like he likes you out of most of us, but I never seen you two even interact fully?” Wally questions as he sits on the couch by the confused child.

“He likes me?” Wally dropped his jaw. “You haven’t noticed?! He literally makes sure you get feed first, shower first, sleep first. He’s like..your brother!”

-FLASHBACK-

Y/N was having trouble reaching something, trying to jump for it. They sighed and go to get on the counter to grab the object. Connor enters the kitchen, seeing the small teen. He instantly knew what was happening as he lifts the teen by their waist.

“Thanks man.” Connor huffs in a “no problem” tone. Y/N smiled and walked off holding the marshmallow cereal.

-ANOTHER FLASH BACK-

Y/N was tired after fighting some villain. Yawning left and right, they denied others asking if they were tired. But Connor saw right through the small teen.

The teen had low eyes and slight red eyes of drowsiness. Connor immediately glared at Y/N who sensed the intense gaze. Turning around, they froze seeing the super clone staring as if Y/N had said the wrong word around him.

But Connor only lifted Y/N like a baby. “You’re tired. You’re going to sleep until your eyes and body are well rested.” Y/N pouted as they tried to protest. But the other teammates didn’t dare to say or do anything. As the two teens looked like siblings.

“Oooh… Guess he is kinda like my brother figure..” Wally facepalms at the realization the small teen came upon on. “Yeah…so how did you do it?” Y/N shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe because I’m cooler than you?” Y/N smirked at the offended face of Wally.

“Very funny twerp.” Wally then puts Y/N into a headlock, making Y/N yell out in shock. Connor magically appears with a protective gaze. “Let them go.” He says sternly.

Wally felt his heart drop as he immediately let the small teen go. Connor looks at Y/N softly. “Are you okay?” Y/N nodded. “Yeah I’m alright, thanks brother.” Connor smiled warmly before leaving the room. “Ha! My brother figure is a super who can beat your butt!” Y/N then leaves the living room to a slight annoyed speedster.

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

There is a weight in this heart of mine (and it leaves space for nothing else)

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

pairing: tim drake x reader (gn) x conner kent (no use of y/n)

length: 1.5k

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: plot lol, intrigue suspense, not a lot don't get too excited, anyway sometimes there are things in the past that you don't want to drag up, and the people you love just get it

a/n: yippie a fic sdfghjkl;

"Is he asleep?" Kon's voice, quiet in a hushed sort of way, still feels a bit too loud in the apartment. The movie on the television is turned down so low that it's almost silent, and there's only the constant, dull rumble of the city outside to really fill the space.

"Yea," you respond in your own whisper, eyeing the way that Tim sits slumped over against the arm of the couch, his shoulders rising and falling in gentle breaths. 

"Should we wake him up? That can't be comfortable," Kon prompts, concern tugging at his features as you glance at him fondly. 

"No, let him sleep - god knows he doesn't get enough. If he's still out by the time the movie's over, we can wake him," you say softly, reaching to tug the blanket ever so gently across Tim's lap. You think that's it - that's the end of this, and you wait for a hushed silence to wrap back around you as you focus your attention back on the television. But Kon's staring at you still, and it makes you glance at him with fond confusion.

"What?"

"I'm just wondering, is all," he muses quietly. You cock your head to the side.

"Anything you want to share with the class?"

"…I don't think I'm the one who has something to share," he says cautiously, and you narrow your eyes at him.

"Who does, then?" you counter, and Kon trails his fingers up and down your arm where he has his own slung across the back of the couch in a soothing sort of way.

"I'm just saying," he begins carefully, like he knows that he's stepping into something unsure - like he knows that this is something different. "That… if something was bothering you, you could tell us. And maybe we could help you."

"There's nothing I need help with," you say with a frown, a bit caught off guard by it all - caught unawares by the feeling of being backed into a corner in the comfort of your own home.

"I know you don't need help, babe," Kon snorts, earns a gentle shush from you as Tim mumbles in his sleep and buries himself further under the blanket. "But you can still… You can want things you don't need. You can say yes to things you don't need."

"No, I - I know that," you say with a sigh, squeezing Kon's thigh gently in what you hope is a comforting sort of gesture, although you're not sure which one of you it's really supposed to be for. "I mean, I don't… there's nothing going on. There's nothing right now to help with. I don't know what you think's happening."

"I don't think anything," he insists, raising his hands up in surrender. "You just… I dunno, you seem like something's been on your mind lately."

"I've just been busy," you counter.

"Right, with S.T.A.R. Labs," he says dryly. You sigh.

"Kon…"

"I know, I know," he begins. "I just… I don't like the idea of them poking and prodding at you like that."

"There's really not a lot of either. It's just scans and tests and… it's just science," you explain, a tired subject that the two of you have circled time and time again. "That's what S.T.A.R. Labs does. They figure out metas like me - and you. It's all voluntary."

"I just… don't want anything bad to happen to you," Kon says, a gentleness in his voice that makes you soften.

"Bad things are always going to happen. But not there - and not here. Ok?" He hums at your words, a reluctant sort of agreement as the credits of whatever film you'd had on begin to roll across the television screen. You blink at the sight, glance over toward Tim's still-sleeping figure.

"We should take him to bed," you murmur, and Kon pats your thigh reassuringly before standing up. 

"I got him," he says. It's incredible, you think, how much gentleness he's able to put into those hands of his. It's a wonder, you believe, that he has it in him despite the anger that he was grown with.

You go ahead," you offer quietly. "I'll… I'm gonna clean up out here first. I'll come to bed later." He sort of doesn't believe you - you know he doesn't, you can see it in the hesitant turn of his body. But Tim murmurs something in his sleep, tilting his head further into Kon's shoulder, and the weight he's currently carrying wins out against the weight that he's trying to make space for. 

You suppose, in the silence of your home after the two of them disappear down the hallway, that that's the way it always goes.

It's several hours later that Tim slides open the balcony door quietly and narrows his eyes at the way you sit lazily on the bench out there.

"You never came to bed," he says pointedly, a gentle sort of accusation in his tone. You stiffen as if it were much more hateful than it really is.

"I'm just not tired, Timmy. You should still be asleep."

"Well, I fell asleep on the couch like an 80-year-old, so I'm kinda wired now," he points out, sitting next to you and settling in. 

"And Kon?" you ask.

"Snoring," he offers. You can't help but roll your eyes at that, affection making its home in your ribcage at the thought. Somewhere beneath the two of you, a couple wanders down the sidewalk and their laughter floats up in the breeze toward your balcony. Tim's watching you, you know, eyeing you in a way that makes you want ot shift and hide away. But you stay steady - sturdy under the weight of it, under the decision not to buckle.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he offers finally, an olive branch of sorts. You fix him with a look.

"About what?"

"Whatever it is you've been so worried about lately." There's nothing firm in his voice, no push or demand. It's just love, soft and constant and steady. You sniff indignantly.

"I don't know why you two think there's something going on. I'm not keeping any secrets," you insist, digging your heels in. Tim's eyes narrow just a bit.

"I didn't say you were," he says, and it feels a bit like getting caught in a web. "But if you are… You don't have to." You look away from him, then, as if you could run away from it all somehow - as if you could untangle yourself from the love that you now call home. Tim sits patiently through it all, his arm slung over the back of the bench as he stares out at the sprawling streets of Metropolis below.

"Do you think, um…" you trail off, biting the inside of your cheek as you stumble over it all.

"Sometimes, yea," he offers. Your scathing look does nothing but make him laugh.

"Do you think people can change?" you blurt out, and his laughter dies down as he glances at you, concern flitting over his features. 

"Sometimes," he says hesitantly.

"You're lying," you call out instantly. He stays quiet for a minute, his lips pressed together as he looks up toward the empty sky, the stars blocked out by the shining lights of the city.

"Not really," he admits. "I sort of think we're stuck with whatever we came into this world as. A lot of us try to run away from it, I guess. But you can't… I don't know," Tim trails off, and the hardened look that passes over his face reminds you, in a guilty sort of way, of the face that Batman always wears when he feels the weight of the world.

"Yea," you agree in a murmur, something dull and weighty settling in your chest, taking root in your heart. "I guess none of us really get away from it in the end." Tim looks at you, then - a startled sort of guilt making itself known in his expression. 

"Love, I -"

"It's ok -"

No," he says firmly. "I just… whatever this is that you're dragging around, I - you've gotta tell someone. I hope it's us… I want it to be us. But if it's no one, then -" he cuts himself off, then, so painfully aware of when he's pushing too much. Your shoulders bunch as you look away from him, staring out toward the endless sky, instead.

"There's nothing going on that I can't handle," you say firmly.

"Ok," he says gently, a kindness in his voice that you're not sure belongs there. "But when you realize you're wrong… let me know."

"And until then?" you ask quietly. He just shrugs, squeezing his arm around your shoulders.

"Just this," he offers. "Always this." There's a patience in him, you think, that you don't deserve - a love in both of them that feels out of place. But it's constant, steady and reliable as Tim runs his fingers up and down your arm, and you think that maybe, for now, you can believe in promises like always.

[yandereworlds]

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[axstoria]

Clark meeting Jon for the first time in the hospital, and being absolutely smitten with the life he's created. His little fingers wrap around his own index, and he can feel his heart stop.

Konner flying by the window, his heart breaking a little bit. That baby could have been—should have been—him. He should have been born of love and not of greed.

Kon making sure that his little brother is safe as he parades around Metropolis, lurking just behind as he watches the boy grow into his powers. Whenever a bad guy gets a little too close, who's really watching to see where that laser came from?

He's proud to see the boy grow up so fast, become something he wishes he could have been. He's happy to know that Jonathan is loved and cared for, and he's not being forced to be a hero—he just wants to be one.

And, of course, Jon knows about Kon. He sees him from the corners of his eyes, he's read all the papers about him, and he's forced Damian to hunt out his history for him. Kon is his idol, second only to his father. Their father.

For now, he'll just pretend that he doesn't know about the leather-clad shadow in his vision and carry on with his day. Maybe someday they'll "meet" and he can get to know his brother personally.

[person-behind-books]

when robin sees that superboy is alive he not only throws himself into kon's arms but also kisses him. in hindsight, it's not something that did either of them good because tim was at that point in time half convinced kon was his imagination and kon had some of his own issues to deal with. still, it happened and in the end they decide to see where this thing between them takes them and start dating. at first kon thinks they'll just be superboy and robin, tim not being able to reveal his identity without outing everyone else and unable to do so without their acceptance, but sometimes tim takes a plane to metropolis and someone makes their way to the kent farm, the library conner works at, some publicity stunt superboy was doing, or just wandering the streets until superboy noticed robin's heartbeat and came. it's always someone different that greets him. sometimes there's a hot blonde guy going by peter with green eyes, othertimes a gorgeous brunette with brown eyes going by jeanette. it's never the same name twice and hair and eye colors have an established roster that kon has yet to figure out but the heartbeat and the voice always stay the same. there's tina with highheels, blue eyes and shoulder lenght black hair. julian with basketball shorts, a brown stubble and piercing green eyes. tim with a loose hoodie and tiered blue eyes covered by a blonde frindge. lena with her coffe and a buzzcut. as far as kon understands is that robin chooses the gender of his disguises randomly each time he makes the trip, depending on the mood is is in that day but it's more guys than girls that he shows up as. for now he'll wait for robin to come to him if he wants to talk about it. it's not like kon never wears skirts. so robin exists to kon with a thousand different names but his heartbeat always stays the same and for now kon can live with it. it is less than he wants out of his relationship with robin but it's more than he expected so for now he can deal.

[ct-cactus]

Superboy AU where the suit is actually a part of Kon. (TW/CW for brief mention of self harm near the end, marked with three ***)

He doesn’t notice it when he’s still in CADMUS, where he’s in a state that’s not really conscious but too alert to labeled asleep- a dissociative in between. He hears the scientists talking, hears the mention of “the suit responds as expected” or “how does he react to this…”

He can’t focus on it when after weeks of experiments and tests and “Look here, Project 13” he’s being rescued (what was there to be rescued from, what’s going on-)

But when things calm down, and he’s brought to the Watchtower’s medbay and someone goes to remove the suit so they can perform a checkup, he flinches away because that hurt*.

All too suddenly he’s aware of being able to feel the suit. It doesn’t feel like a coat, doesn’t feel like a blanket, it feels like him.

He becomes aware of how it aches, how he can feel the AC on him even though he should be covered.

A quick examination just confirms it: his suit is like a second skin.

It’s full of nerves, veins, even a few thin layers of muscle. There’s no bone, but it’s too soft and flexible to be cartilage. It seems weaker than the rest of him, somehow, old bruises able to be seen if you’re looking for them.

***When he’s left alone for the night, legs still strapped to the medical bed because (he’s dangerous and untrustworthy and was made by Luthor) he thrashed around in a panic earlier, he finds a scalpel left on a try at his bedside and runs it across his chest (hard, because even though he’s not Superman he’s damn well close).

He doesn’t know if he cries when blood rises and trails after the scalpel.

He doesn’t know how he feels when weeks later, there’s still a faint scar.

*I’m not 100% sure how it works in the comics, but to me just because you’re near indestructible/invulnerable, that doesn’t mean you can’t feel pain. I’m sure there’d be a higher tolerance to it, but considering Kon would only be a few weeks old/out of the tube at this point, he hasn’t built up that resistance yet.

Also I am well aware that a scalpel would not work on Kon, let alone Clark, but maybe it’s a kryptonite infused scalpel for emergencies.

[awhitehead17]

Tumblr Collection AO3

Hi everyone, just a little reminder that I am very slowly uploading most of my Tumblr stories onto AO3 under one title.

All of these stories are either, TimKon or some variation of the Batfam, along with cameos of other characters, and it also includes AU's.

Each chapter is labelled with the main characters so you can pick and choose what you want to read.

Enjoy reading! :D

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

Wb!reader is the type of nerd girl to wear superhero panties of her favorite supes, like cute little Wonder Woman panties or Flash ones. Conner caught you wearing Superman panties to sleep; he’s stealing them the next day. You found cute Invincible panties and wanted to show them off to Mark. Yeah, they're getting ripped off you. (Thank you for your time)

[ehliena]

Kid Brother

“He’s my kid brother.”

It’s what they’ve been telling people. It sounded better than calling him Clark’s child out of wedlock, which is what the rumor is. It definitely sounded better than calling him Clark’s clone with Lex Luthor’s DNA.

If someone looked too closely, the similarities were obvious. Their eyes were that crisp shade of blue that was almost inhuman. Their smile was the same crooked smile that gets an extra slice of apple pie.

The Kents were beloved in the community, so no one would say these things out loud. He was the Kents’ youngest child after all.

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A/N: I’ve known families who did this, usually if their teenage daughter got pregnant, they’d raise the kid up as a younger sibling especially if she was younger. People knew and talked, but not outright.

And I guestimate Clark to be in his mid to late 20s when Kon comes along, so he really could pass as a younger sibling…. Or a kid Clark had really young.

[superbat-love]

The supernova explosion in the distance sent ripples of light and energy cascading outward, painting the universe in a fiery brilliance.

Inside the spaceship, cheers erupted as the kids pressed their faces against the windows, marveling at the wonder. Jon and Damian argued over who had spotted the supernova first. Tim and Conner busied themselves snapping endless pictures. Jason leaned back in his seat, arms crossed but wearing a rare, relaxed grin. Even Dick had abandoned his attempt to get a group selfie, mesmerized by the cosmic spectacle outside.

Beyond the ship, floating silently in the void, Clark and Bruce watched the celestial display unfold.

“It’s… beautiful,” Bruce murmured, the awe in his voice audible even through the comm link.

“It really is,” Clark agreed. For a moment, he simply watched Bruce, content to see him caught up in the grandeur. Then, with a soft smile, he said, “Happy New Year, Bruce.”

Bruce blinked, caught off guard. “New Year?” he repeated. “It’s not midnight. And we’re not even on Earth.”

Clark’s smile widened. “I can hear them,” he said quietly. “Back in Gotham. Metropolis. They’re celebrating. Counting down. Cheering.”

Bruce tilted his head, his brow furrowing. “You can hear that? From here?”

“Of course,” Clark replied. “And what better way to start the year than with this view? With you?”

Bruce’s gaze shifted back to the supernova, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re being sentimental.”

“And you’re enjoying it,” Clark countered teasingly.

Behind them, the laughter of the kids echoed faintly through the comms. The ship’s blinking lights stood out against the infinite void like a cozy beacon.

As the supernova dissolved into the stars, Bruce glanced at Clark. His expression softened for a moment, and he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.

“Happy New Year, Clark.”

[codiecoda]

Neglected Date Night - Lex Luthor/Slade Wilson Fanfic (18+)

Conner encourages his parents to go on a date so he can have a night in the house with Tim without his parents being around, but this leads to Slade and Alex being forced to recognize how they've been neglecting date night.

[Drabble Prompt: When’s the last time we went on a date?]

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for their son to encourage them to leave the house, and at this point they were both aware of the reason. Conner had been on them for the last week about going on a date, and although both Slade and Alex knew that he was encouraging them to leave because he wanted to invite Tim over, it got them to thinking. They couldn't even remember the last time they had gone on a date at this point, and it concerned them both. They had been pushing date night back for months, and now they were being forced to recognize how they've been neglecting each other.

“I don't think there's any issues between us. I mean we've been busy. I have my meetings and you have your contracts.” Alex noted as he sat in the restaurant with the assassin, seeming more in his head than he was present in the room. “I mean we have sex every other night. It isn't as though our relationship is dead.”

“You're allowing a teenager to gaslight you because he wanted to have the house to himself for a night.” Slade pointed out as he sipped his drink, knowing how his partner could be about these things. “Alex, you're overthinking this.”

“Do you feel neglected? I cancelled our date night first.” Alex questioned with concern in his tone, holding the assassin's hand a bit tighter than he usually would. “I should have thought about how that would affect you.”

“Oh yeah. I feel very neglected. You should let me fuck you on the table to make up for the horrible neglect you've been subjecting me to.” Slade responded with sarcasm, not missing the look he was given in response to this suggestion. “See how that sounds? I'm okay.. I mean, yeah, we should make more time for these types of things, but sometimes things get in the way. It's okay. It is just how life is sometimes.”

“I think we should keep Thursday night clear for each other.” Alex concluded, much to his partner's amusement, gripping his hand a bit. “I don't want to neglect us, and that suggestion sounds more appealing than I would like, which kind of shows how much I missed this.”

“I mean I'm not against a touch of exhibitionism every now and again.” Slade remarked as he inched closer to his partner, running his hand up and down his thighs as to make it clear the offer was very much still there. “Come on..”

It was apparent that their son regretted encouraging them to have date night when the videos surfaced of the whole thing between them at the restaurant, and he was made to bail them out for public indecency. Slade and Alex ended up being banned from that restaurant but at least their relationship had renewed that spark. Conner would forever be traumatized.

“I wanted one night alone, and now there are videos of them everywhere online.” Conner explained between broken sobs, holding onto his boyfriend for comfort. “I can hear them even with the soundproofed walls.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63699619

[acid-ixx]

— masterlist !

ngl imagine pulling up in a matching suit with clark kent, your affair partner, your cute, definitely not superpowered lap dog, to the function, being openly affectionate with him in public, allowing his to flirt with you in public as a huge middle finger to bruce wayne as revenge after he's neglected you. THEN removing the first button of your shirt, revealing love marks in front of him and yet never once batting an eye to him, instead choosing to proudly display your ravaged body like an artistic piece of work, as an even bigger FUCK you to him.

like yeah sure, he can sport a raging boner at your braveness, knowing your spiteful attitude paired with your softness to family is his type, but he also has to wear the hat of universal shame 'cause he's not even divorced to his own spouse yet and yet here they are in another person's arms. in clark kent, superman's arms.

bruce can already hear his children swearing at him up and down for how hard he legitimately fumbled. damian is SICK after watching the scene before him, fuming from jon being so sickeningly sweet towards you, careening from your attention like a damn prideful peacock. you're handfeeding jon all the pastries, kneeling before his level and coo'ing when he makes a disgusted face at the food he doesn't like. and damian hates jon's open childishness!!! (he wishes it was him).

steph's all like, "THIS COULD'VE BEEN MY FATHER/MOTHER FIGURE I ALWAYS WANTED IN MY LIFE?!" just watching conner totally, definitely not purposely being clumsy and spilling food all over himself, just for you to gently scold him and help clean off the mess with your handkerchief— tim's already planning a contingency on his best friend in the background, cass is ready to beat throw some hands after the gala.

jason keeps grumbling, swearing at bruce because in no way, shape or form was this man NOT madly in love with you from all your years of marriage! you're literally the perfect spouse material and bruce done fucked up sleeping with others while you both lived under the same roof. (as if he himself wasn't involved in the shared neglect they all had towards you, but he doesn't want to admit it, and he can't deny that it's also a great excuse to bash on the old man, too).

world's greatest detective? more like the world's greatest fumbler of the century. both in canon and in fanfiction and i'm never letting him live that role down.

☝️ this is basically the premise of my upcoming oneshot for a loving family, an unpalatable desire because i kinda wrote way too much words for a supposedly short drabble, and also because i'm excited for the new superman trailer!!! so think of this as my gift LMAO. i'm also trying to finish writing my other oneshots related to this series.

(i chose to make the reader wear a suit because one: suits are so perfect if you want to maintain an elegant vibe and still keep it neutral to the reader's gender. two, because i think bruce would find his own spouse in a suit hot. three: matching lapel pins with clark kent is way too adorable to me is all i can say).