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a collection of fics i’ve read and thoroughly enjoyed all in one spot! read each warning before diving in and please give writers some appreciation for all their hard work by reblogging and/or commenting! ꨄ
battle of the boyscouts I @80sfilmclub I F I on a professional level, superman respects steve rogers in a way any other hero would. on a personal level, clark would highly appreciate steve keeping away from you, his fiance.
7 things i hate about you I @snoopysupe I A + F I you have feelings for your neighbour, clark kent. too bad you hate superman after your car became collateral damage in a fight. or: 3½ times clark kent tries to convince you that superman is good (ft lois lane) and 1 time superman finds you to apologise.
it’s not what you think pt2 I @alrisyl I A I clark cancels on you again for ‘work’ but it was a lie..
i’m gonna kill jimmy I @kissmyglxck I S I In which, jimmys potty mouth about his first time overstimulating his recent fling intrigues Clark & gets you in trouble.
Past Lives | Kara Zor-El & Clark Kent | One-Shot
PLOT: You and Kara are Kryptonian childhood sweethearts, separated after you immigrate to Earth. By the time you find your way back to each other, you’re already dating Clark Kent. Reunited with your childhood friend, it’s unclear who you’ll choose. [WC: 10.5k]
WARNINGS: This is a love triangle story based on Past Lives (Directed by Celine Song). I just made up shit about Krypton okay I’m sorry. Everyone on Krypton is bisexual #TOME. Changes in Kara’s backstory. Italics mean they’re speaking in Kryptonese. Reader is 7 years younger than Clark.
A piece of paper is thrown at your head.
It’s near the end of the school day, and you’re just trying to get through your final class without any new issues. You turn around to see who threw the ball of paper. Your two fellow classmates snicker like you can’t see them. Your thumbs carefully unfolds the crumbled piece of paper.
‘Class Freak’
You take a deep breath, eyes automatically rolling, before the small piece of paper is ripped out of your hands.
“Who wrote this?” Kara Zor-El asks. You look up at your best friend, who’s fuming so much you think smoke might come out of her ears.
You place a hand on her arm and shake your head disapprovingly. “Kara, you don’t have to.” But it goes through one ear and out the other.
Kara stands on your combined tables, facing the rest of the class.
“Hey, fuckers! Which one of you wrote this?”
Pav-Gid goes still as his best friend starts pointing at him. Pav-Gid, a boy who thinks your existence is the funniest thing in Argo City.
He sticks out his tongue, trying to hide the fact he’s shaking, still traumatised from his last interaction with Kara.
“What are you gonna do about it, bitch?” He taunts, even his friend starts pulling at his arm, trying to get him to back down.
Kara laughs, tearing the piece of paper apart. She uses your shoulder to stabilise herself as she gets down from the table. You take that as your signal to leave the class room and throw away the pieces of paper.
You slowly get up and shut the classroom door, your eyes on the ground. You crumple the paper in your hand and shut your eyes to breathe. Not like it helps much, when you can hear a boy’s screams and the impact of Kara’s fists.
You love your best friend, maybe a bit more than a friend should. You’ve been best friends since birth, your parents being friends and having kids at the same time, and you’ve loved her since you were seven-years-old.
There’s barely any kids on Argo City, so it’s not like you have any other options, but you like to think even if there were a thousand kids in your class, you’d still pick Kara.
You’ve spent almost every day with her, never more than two weeks apart. You’re both 12 now, and you’ve started to get bullied at school, both of you. You try to deal with it silently, but Kara gets violent.
She’s a good person, she’s not nice, but she’s good.
And she’s really good to you.
By the time the day ends, you and Kara follow your daily routine, walking home together, past the familiar streets, under the red sun, and spend an hour at one of your houses.
You wipe a bit of blood dripping from Kara’s nose with your thumb and she smiles like a princess.
“Haha, look at that, I’m bleeding!” She giggles, eyes squinting like they always do when she’s truly happy.
You simply smile back at her, tilting your head and guiding her up the hill that heads to your house. “Thank you, Kara.”
There’s a fork in the road that separates the paths to your two houses, today, you two follow the right street which leads to your house. Kara jumps on your back and you give her a ride on the way to your home.
When you reach that glassy white modern building, Kara gets off you and squeals. You two take off your shoes and laugh, entering the house.
You hear about three or four adults talking in the kitchen as Kara makes her way up the stairs and runs to your room.
You set your bag down beside the living room table, as you head to the kitchen to see your parents.
In Zor-El and Alura In-Ze are in your kitchen discussing something with your parents.
“It’s dangerous, my family already has plans for a few years in the future just in case it gets worse, but I advise you to start planning.” Zor-el whispers hurriedly, he looks around as if to look for anyone listening when he spots you.
All the attention is suddenly on you, every single adult’s head turns. Your eyes go to your mother first, and you notice her eyes are slightly red.
“What were you all planning about?” You laugh awkwardly.
Your dad shakes his hands and wraps an arm around your shoulder.
“Would you be mad… if we moved?” He asks, his eyebrows frown nervously, but he feigns a smile.
He knows what your answer is, you’ve expressed this multiple times.
“I don’t wanna be away from Kara.” You assert, making sure everyone hears. “And there’s nowhere to move, have you forgotten we’re on a floating island in the middle of space?”
Alura places her hand on her heart, a pained look on her face.
“Child, what if… something bad was happening to Argo City?” Your mother asks, sniffling slightly.
You frown, your heart feels like it’s just fallen down.
“What do you mean? What could be worse than our planet exploding?”
“Well, we’re not sure yet, but we’ve gotten a few patients suffering from… Kryptonite poisoning.” Zor-el explains unhappily.
You shake your head in confusion. “Kryptonite? What’s Kryptonite?”
“When we separated from Krypton, we seemed to have unearthed a mineral we had never discovered before – Kryptonite. It makes us weak, and if exposed to it long enough, the effects seem to be fatal. We’ve had two deaths already, and the patient numbers are growing.”
“It’s not looking good for Argo, child. I think it would be best if we left.” Your father rubs your arm as tears start to form.
You hear Kara from upstairs yell “Are you coming up yet?”. You can’t even process her words in time to respond to her.
“But- How is this possible? Where would we even go?”
“Kara’s older cousin, Kal-el, was sent to planet Earth by his parents before Krypton erupted. It has a yellow sun and any Kryptonian would thrive in its environment. Seeing as your parents are rocket scientists, you have all the tools necessary to evacuate.”
“You want me to go where Kal-El is? Didn’t his parents tell him to conquer that planet and for a harem?” You snap out.
Alura and Zor-El wince.
“Yes, they did, but we altered the message they sent before they placed him in the spacecraft.”
You try to keep on a brave face as you wipe a tear from your eye.
“I’d have to learn a new language, live in a new home– make new friends? Argo City is my home, I… I’m not ready to leave.”
Your mother sniffles again as she comes to hug you. “It’s not soon. We have to prepare our things, prepare a ship big enough for the three of us, and plan. Plan everything. But this isn’t a choice, child. We have to go.”
“What about Kara? I don’t want her to get sick.”
Zor-El and Alura hold each other at your words, they’ve always thought you two would grow up and form a union, but now their dreams have been eviscerated by Kryptonite. Their plans for their kids to grow up in this tragic but beautiful city, gone, not in an instant, but dying a slow death.
“Kara will find her way in time. Please do not tell her, but we have plans for the future. There are some things in the upcoming years that require our presence, so we will have to save her departure for when she is older.” Zor-el tells you.
“We’re hoping to spend as much time here as we can. We paid so much to have a child here on Argo, we want her to live in this city until the very last moment.” Alura adds. a sad smile on her face.
You nod in understanding. You’re starting to process it, you don’t argue because you know you can’t change anything. So you unwrap yourself from your mother’s embrace and make your way towards the stairs, and back to Kara.
“What were you doing down there?” She nudges your shoulder as you open the door to your room.
You grab her hand and lie down on your carpet. Following her parents' request, you don’t tell her their plans, or your parent’s plans. You’ll tell her one day, but you want to keep everything the way it is for today.
A month or so later, you’re back in class, and for some reason the news of your departure has Pav-Gid all over you.
“You’re really leaving?” He asks.
“Mhm.”
“And you’re never coming back?”
“Nope.
“Awww, that… sucks.”
You probably don’t get it now, but in the future you’ll realise he had a crush on you. Kara could clearly tell and still wasn’t a fan, she pushed him aside and sat in his seat.
“Why do you have to leave?” Pav-Gid’s friend asks.
“Because I want to.”
Kara doesn’t face you, her eyes remain laser focused on the classroom floor. She’s so mad she could burn a hole through the floor. She would never tell you, but her heart breaks slightly at your words, she doesn’t want you to leave.
On the way home, you two haven’t made any plans to hang out today, so you make your way to your separate homes.
You walk past the familiar streets in silence, it’s become more usual recently.
Once you reach that familiar fork in the road, Kara calls out your name.
“Hey!”
You turn around to face her, tilting your head.
“Do you really want to leave?”
Another month passes, and most of your things are packed in very little luggages. The spacecraft is mostly prepared, with just a few more tests needed to be run.
You’re eating your early morning meal as your mother works at the dining room table.
“Child, is there anything you need to do before we leave?”
You swallow your food and think for a few seconds. “Nothing much.”
“What will you miss the most when we leave? Any food? Anyone in class you like?”
“Twellian desert… I don’t really like anyone in my class besides Kara.”
An idea immediately pops into your mom’s head. “Do you like Kara?”
You make a nonchalant noise of agreement, unlike most kids who would be secretive about their crushes, you’re sure most people know you like her.
“Do you want to go on a date with her?” Your mother asks.
You nearly drop your bowl.
“Eugh, I hate this flavour!” Kara pouts, crossing her arms.
“You loved it when we were babies!” You tease, trying to feed her as she pushes you away. There’s no awkward silence, it’s just like the times before you learned you’d be moving.
Your mother and Alura sit at another table on the other side of the restaurant talking to each other.
“They look so good together.” Alura observes, she nearly tears up at the sight, admiring the two young kids and their love for each other.
“They’re all Kara ever talks about, you know?” She adds. Your mother takes a few deep breaths and nods. “They told me they like Kara, so I just want to give her this memory before we leave.”
Alura places a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Are you scared of leaving? I mean, Zor-El and I came up with the plan, but even we needed a few more years in this place.”
Your mother nods again, not denying the fear. “If you leave something behind, you gain something too, right? Maybe life on Earth will be meant for us.”
The two mothers watch as you and Kara spoon-feed each other desert. Kara licks the bit of food that remains on her lips, and you can’t help but stare.
You sit in a comfortable silence, just staring at each other, you don’t even realise you two are leaning in until your mothers yell out at you to stop.
The spacecraft lands safely in the middle of nowhere. Your mother tells you you’ve landed in some kind of land called “Canada”. You don’t have a house or really any earth money to buy one, so your parents have turned the spacecraft into your temporary transportable home.
You lie your head down on one of the seats as your mom tries to practice the common tongue with you.
“Hello there, how are you?” She asks slowly, she’s been practicing, but she still has that Kryptonian accent in her.
“I am tired.” You reply drowsily.
She ruffles your hair, it’s not the answer she wanted but she understands that you’re tired. She exits the spacecraft to see if there are any humans nearby, and your father follows.
You slowly get up and head to your bed, it’s really small, but it’s better than dying of Kryptonite poisoning. You open your bag and stick up a picture of you and Kara onto the wall.
Your eyes start to water, and for some reason they’re stinging extra hard. It’s almost painful. You see two red lights appear on your wall, but they couldn’t possibly be coming from anywhere, unless they’re coming from… you?
Your mother yells at you to get out of the spacecraft, but it’s too late, and you’ve already burned two holes into your wall.
“I am from another country.” Your mother states.
“I am from… another country.” You repeat.
“Have you chosen a name yet, child?” She asks.
You nod and repeat the name you’ve chosen for yourself. She tilts her head, you’ve gone with a bit of an unexpected choice, but she nods in approval after a few seconds.
“How are you?” She asks this everyday, and you change your answer every time to impress her.
“I am excited… to go to school.” You answer, you hesitantly say the last part, unsure if you’ve said it right, but your mother claps eagerly and gives you a hug.
You’re not really excited to go to school, but you say it anyway to make your mom happy. You’re scared of the new students and the new words you’ll have to learn, everyone on this planet could be like Pav-Gid for all you know.
Your eyes go back to the English book you’re holding, and all the letters look unfamiliar.
Your father holds your waist. You’re outside your home, there are mountains in view and a giant lake nearby.
“When I throw you in the air, you’re going to try to fly, okay?”
You nod, confident in yourself. Your father lifts you three times before he tosses you in the air and let go. You close your eyes and envision yourself flying, you think for a second that nothing happened until you open your eyes and see yourself floating 10 feet above your parents.
They clap and cheer on the ground before your father flies up to hug you.
You don’t let him catch you, though, you fly higher up and challenge him to a race.
Your mother enrolled you into an Earth public school, and you’re surrounded by kids who look at you like you’re an alien and they know it.
You stutter out your name when called by the teacher, and someone coughs. These kids grew up here, you’re invading their space.
You’re sat between two kids who seem to hate each other, and you struggle to keep up with the words your teacher is speaking. Everyone knows what to do, except you, and you can’t help but think about how much easier this was back in Argo City.
At lunch time, you hide the fact that you’re eating a food none of these Earth kids would recognise, and you sit alone at the table. A teacher pitifully acknowledges that you’re alone, she calls for other kids to sit with you, but none of them move. Not even she sits with you.
You sob on the way home from school, and you refuse to talk to your mom when she picks you up.
You run straight to your bed, past your father, and sob into your thin pillow.
The kids in your class mocked how you talked when you gave your English presentation, even the one girl who was nice to you couldn’t help but laugh.
You just feel so out of place in this school, every day is dreadful, they call you names, they imitate the way you talk, and you can’t help but feel like even the people who like you look down on you.
You hate your new school, you hate your new friends, you hate your new name.
You look up at the sky every night for a glimpse of that planet light years away from Earth.
You wish you were back in Argo City.
Kara slogs through another class with Pav-Gid. He’s talking her ear off with random facts about whatever they’re learning today.
Kara’s nearly 18, she shouldn’t have to deal with this annoying kid anymore. She gives him a hard shove and glues her eyes back to the teacher.
She hasn’t had anyone to talk to since you left, and she’ll never understand why you did it.
She has her own life now, sure. She’s a lot more mature, believe it or not, she knows that she shouldn’t punch every annoying boy on the street. Even if she does it anyway.
She thinks of you in passing glances, when the room gets too silent or the people around her say something she despises.
She wonders if you even still remember her, or if you’re too busy with your healthy Earth friends while she’s stuck on a dying planet’s dying remains.
She doesn’t even have the pleasure of looking at the same sun as you.
Your mother turns on the news, and of course, they’re talking about the crazy going-ons in America again. You guess Canada just isn’t crazy enough to be reported on.
You’ve learned about the existence of metahumans in high school, humans born with special powers. You became very interested in the concept, considering you were practically one of them.
“This blue blur saved a building in Metropolis from collapsing on Friday night and the people have been calling him Superman. Reporters say he does not work for any corporation and might not even be human. According to one reporter, Clark Kent, Superman is an alien who comes from a dead planet called Krypton.” Narrates the news reporter.
You immediately get up from your seat at the mention of your old planet. Even your mom gasps, and your father straightens up his glasses.
You stand up and get closer to the tiny TV screen attached to your wall. A handsome man, maybe a few years older than you, dawning a blue and red superhero costume smiles at the camera.
He flies, he has laser vision, he’s got super strength, he’s…
“Kal-El…” Your cries. “Kara’s cousin, he’s… a hero.”
You’re amazed, the boy who was sent to conquer the Earth is saving lives. You and Kara always used to judge her odd aunt and uncle in private when you were kids, you always assumed their son would turn out to be a supreme bully.
Your mother and father are staring at each other in shock, nobody’s talked about Krypton in years, you haven’t even seen another Kryptonian in nearly a decade.
You quickly grab your computer and start looking up everything you can about Superman.
He’s only given one interview, but every news publication in America is talking about him.
“Blue blur saves school bus filled with children!”
“New Metropolian Superhero emerges!”
“Alien Superhero reveals he’s from dead planet, Krypton!”
You read every article, trying to get as much information about him as you can. Nobody knows his real name, nobody can decide how they feel about him, he doesn’t even know the real reason his parents sent him to this planet.
But you know. And you know something for sure, there’s another Kryptonian on this planet, and you have to meet him.
“Ma, Pa” You make a split second decision. “I’m flying to Metropolis.”
You’ve never traveled such a far distance with your flight powers. Honestly, you try to keep your power usage to a minimum, in hopes of keeping a low profile, but even with your unfamiliarity it only takes a few minutes for you to land in Metropolis.
Nobody notices you when you land, everyone’s too busy with their own business. The street is a sea of busy bodies heading to work under a warm yellow sun.
You stumble as you try to avoid getting pushed by the body of bodies, and make your way into the streets. You pass honking cars and annoyed faces as your eyes search the skies.
Despite your disruption, it’s like no one seems to notice you, you have to convince yourself it’s not some new super power you’re unaware of, and just the atmosphere of America.
The only thing that gets the Metropolis people’s heads to turn is the blue and red blue that sweep past you all in the air.
You look up and smile at the man who doesn’t even stop to wave as he heads to his next destination.
It’s him.
You find yourself reading a newspaper on top of an apartment building you don’t live in.
“THE MAKINGS OF OUR NEWEST SUPERHERO by Clark Kent.”
You admire the slightly blurry photo of Kal-El on the front page. Does he still go by that name or is it just ‘Superman’ now? You wonder.
You fold the newspaper and put it away, dangling your feet over the ledge. From the information you’ve seen on the internet, this building is in the area Superman frequents the most. By Earth definitions, you’d be called a stalker, but this is normal behaviour on Krypton. You think.
You take in the nice summer day and the slightly polluted Metropolis air. You feel great. Which is why you stand on the ledge and scream. “SUPERMAN, HELP ME!”
Before you can process the embarrassment of screaming as loud as you can in a crowded city, you jump off the building.
You count the stories you pass on the way down, horrified looks from the people staring outside their windows, you hope you didn’t traumatise the humans too badly.
12…
11…
10…
9…
8-
You don’t even reach floor 7 before you’re scooped up in two big arms.
“It’ll all be okay.” A soothing voice says. You look around you stunned. You’re wrapped in blue and you’re still descending downwards but much slower now.
You look up at your hero, with a grin that contains no sorrow. He looks at you with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
“Why did you jump?” He asks, his tone isn’t accusatory at all, it’s genuine.
You tilt your head at him with a smirk. “Because I knew I wouldn’t hit the ground.”
He shakes his head disapprovingly. “I appreciate the love, but I really don’t want you putting yourself in danger just to see me.”
You tut. “You’re not the only one who can fly, Kal-El.”
He’s about to reprimand you again when the words finally register in his head. His mind goes blank.
“W-what did you just call me?”
“Kal-El son of Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van, right? Sent to planet Earth from Krypton 27 years ago?”
Kal-El nearly drops you with how in shock he is, so you take advantage of his loosened limbs and float out of his grip.
He stays frozen, staring up at you, hovering above him, and for the first time he doesn’t feel alone. It’s scary.
“I am here to inform you that you are not the last Kryptonian, Kal-El.”
Kal-El opens the door to his apartment and you look around in awe. It’s pretty big and modern for a Metropolis apartment, you wonder what kind of job he must have, since nobody’s really paying him to be Superman.
You look back at him and he gestures to two seats near his floor to ceiling windows.
You two get comfortable and sit in an awkward silence for a while.
“So how did you-”
“What’s your-”
You don’t know who says what when you speak at the same time. It’s cheesy and cliche, so you both shake your head as he gives you the signal to ask first.
“Do you still go by Kal-El?” You ask, scratching your palms. “Or is it just Superman now?”
“Oh, it’s actually Clark Kent. My adoptive parents renamed me when I came to Earth.”
You nod in interest. “Fascinating… you were adopted?”
“Well, they forged my adoption papers, so technically I’m an illegal immigrant.” He scratches the back of his neck, he’s not ashamed but it’s not the easiest thing to admit, and you nod understandingly.
“Well, me and my parents didn’t exactly come here the ‘right way’ either.” You reply.
His eyes glisten as he looks up at you. “Wow, you’re parents are here too?”
“Well, they’re back in Canada, but yes, they came to Earth with me.”
He lets out a noise that signals he’s amazed. Maybe imagining what would’ve happened if he was in your position. You feel awkward at the thought and change the subject.
“So, how did you become Superman?”
It’s your 3rd visit to Metropolis this week and you’re back at Clark’s apartment sipping some Coffee as he unwinds from work and begins putting on his Superman costume.
“You know you have a cousin?” You say, scrolling on your phone, resting your feet on the chair’s leg rest.
Clark makes a noise of surprise as he moves your feet to sit down. “I-I do?”
You nod and give a reminiscing smile. “Her name is Kara. Her parents told me they’d be sending her here when she was older. I haven’t heard any news about it, but she was still alive last time I checked… nearly a decade ago.”
Clark’s head falls down slightly, he was hoping his cousin would be here on Earth, another person he could meet and learn about, but of course he shouldn’t have pushed his luck.
“She’s really great.” You add quickly. “Not as nice as you, but she’s also the saving people type, in her own way. She was my best friend.”
Clark looks at you and tilts his head. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
It goes silent, but it isn’t awkward. You’re kind of just, smiling at each other, it’s like some kind of weird staring contest.
You break and let out a laugh to which he replies with his own.
“Y’know, you can stay here as long as you want whenever you come to Metropolis. I’m busy most of the day, but I don’t mind there being a person around the house.” He offers.
“Is this a sleepover invitation?” You tease, a chaotic smile growing. “What are you, five?
He blushes, looking away and putting on his red boots. “I’ve never had one of those, okay…”
You engulf him in a loose hug and press your cheek against his shoulder. “Aww, Clarkie, I’d love to sleep over.”
“Okay, well don’t be patronising about it…” He sulks.
You sway him in your arms. “No, no, no, I’d actually love to.”
He melts in your embrace and turns to look at you with a vulnerable look. “Really?”
“‘Swear on it, Superman.”
You’re having dinner with Clark and his two work friends Lois and Jimmy. You recognised their names from the newspapers and you were very eager to meet them.
“I mean, sure he’s the most powerful metahuman of all, but what’s his Achilles heel?” Jimmy asks, slightly tipsy.
“Why are you asking…” Clark questions nervously, pulling at his collar.
“I mean, who doesn’t want to know how to defeat the undefeated? We don’t know if this guy is a friend or foe, we should be prepared.” Lois says strictly. She gives a death glare to Clark the entire time, like she suspects something, but she only implies it.
“Hey guys,” you whisper just loud enough to switch the topic of conversation. “look at them.” You point to three people sitting across the bar.
Everyone turns their head to see, an asian man, an asian woman, and a white man all having drinks together.
“Who do you think they are to each other?” you ask.
“Oh, I love this game.” Lois rubs her hands together and thinks.
“I think the white guy and the asian girl are together, and the asian guy is her brother.” Jimmy says.
“Nah, you’re racist, they don’t look like siblings at all.” You tease him. He pretends to get offended and you play-fight each other for a bit.
“They don’t seem to be talking to the white guy…” Clark notes, stirring his drink with his straw. “Maybe he’s their tour guide.”
You nod. Lois tries to come up with her own theory.
“I think the asian girl and guy are a couple, and the white guy is their coworker.” She says.
“Maybe they’re all coworkers.” Jimmy adds lamely.
“Booooo…” You roll your eyes at that.
“Do you think they’re wondering about us?” Clark wonders.
You agree again. “What do you think they think we are?”
“Do you think they think we’re dating?” Clark blushes, looking at you.
“Hmm, I don’t know.”
“Why do I miss her so much?!” Pav-Gid wails out, his face pressed against the restaurant table, a puddle of his tears forming.
Kara rolls her eyes at yet another one of her friend’s break-up breakdowns, and another drinking session to heal.
Fi-Donth pats Pav-Gid’s back as he drinks his oregus beverage. “It’s fine, Pav-Gid, let your emotions out.”
Fi-Donth’s boyfriend, Mix-Zun coughs in his seat, he’s been suffering Kryptonite poisoning but hasn’t been seeing a doctor. It’s just a bummer for Kara to be around any of her friends these days.
Kara stares out the bar window into the night sky. “Who you looking for?” Fi-Donth asks.
“Shut up, jackass, I’m just not trying to look at the puddle on the table.”
Fi-Donth scoffs. “You’re looking for them in the stars again?”
“Who are you even talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb, your first love. You should just go to Earth if you miss them that badly.”
“I can’t leave Argo, this is my home.”
“Whatever you say, Zor-El. But if you don’t wanna die alone, you either move on or go after them before it’s too late.”
“Say I am.”
“I… am…” Clark stutters out some poor Kryptonian in his Kansan accent. You wince but give him an approving nod to keep going.
“I am.” He repeats. Clearer. Better. You smile.
“I am Kal-El. I am a journalist.” You give it to him to repeat.
He looks up for a second trying to repeat the words you said in his head. “I am a journalist. I am Kal-El.”
You clap enthusiastically. Clark had been begging you to teach him some Kryptonese, you barely speak it around the house anymore, so you declined for ages, but he finally convinced you.
“Are there any words in Kryptonese that aren’t in English?” He asks. Leaning back on his bed.
“Oh, so you wanna go advanced already?” You joke with an intrigued tone. You rest your head on your hand and your elbow on his pillow.
He gives a bashful smile and shrugs. “I dunno, I just thought it would be cool to know some.”
“Okay well hmm…” You tap your chin thoughtfully before you remember one your parents taught you. “There’s this word in Kryptonian. It’s pronounced nyuni.”
“Nyuni.” Clark carefully repeats, like the word is delicate. “What does it mean?”
“Nyuni is the concept of fate and destiny, but specifically, it means a connection between two people so deep they can’t help but find each other in multiple lifetimes.” You explain, your heart slowly starts to race as you look at Clark staring so intently at you as he lays down.
“It comes from an old Kryptonian story of a woman named Nyuni Nan-Vel who loved her wife so much that when her wife passed, she died of heart break a few days later. Her love was so strong that the two got reincarnated as twins.”
“But doesn’t that mean they don’t get to be together anymore?” He asks, a slight pout on their face. “Since they’re siblings now?”
You nod. “I mean, yeah, but whenever the story was told to us, we never really focused on that. Sure, the type of love they share is different, but it’s still love, you know?”
Clark nods understandingly, you were happy to remember such an old story you were taught in the early days of school, you never thought you’d need the information, but here you are, keeping Krypton’s memory alive little by little.
“Do you believe in that kind of stuff?” Clark asks, hand on his pillow, looking up at you like you’re some kind of magical story teller. “Like past lives and destiny? Do you think we have nyuni and that’s why we met?”
You giggle softly and stare at his ceiling to think.
“I mean, we have to have something. Our meeting is just so impossible in any other universe, isn’t it? But, I don’t know, nyuni is pretty much just a thing Kryptonians said to seduce the person they liked.”
A silence falls over you two and Clark sits up on his bed, his head still turned towards you.
“I wanna believe I was destined to meet you.” He replies “I don’t wanna believe there was ever a chance I wouldn’t have found you.”
You rest your head against the metal headboard of Clark’s bed and smile.
He looks down at your lips. “We’ve known each other for 3 months now… c-can I?”
You give a small laugh as you press your hand to his face,
“I like you, Clark.”
Nobody leans in first, you both just go for it, and your lips are on each other. It’s really soft and sweet, not too intense, just two adults with a crush they’re finally letting out.
It’s definitely fate.
3 Years Later
Kara is guided to a park by Kal-El (or maybe it’s “Clark” or “Superman”, she’s not fully sure). She can’t understand a word he’s saying except that the location she’s currently in is apparently called Metropolis.
They’re both walking around in oddly colourful outfits that make them stand out from everyone around them.
People yell out “Hey look, it’s superman!” “Superman, I love you!” “Is that Superman’s girlfriend?” as they walk by and Kal-El keeps waving at them like he knows who they are. Kara holds Krypto tight so he doesn’t try to bite the children staring at them.
Kal-El keeps gently pulling her arm and guiding her across the Metropolis park until he stops right as Kara is looking at a heart shaped cloud in the sky. He taps her shoulder and points at somebody sitting on a park bench. She’s completely confused for a second before she realises who she’s looking at.
“Kara, I don’t think anyone is prettier than you.” you said in your squeaky 6-year-old voice.
“Shut up, no I am not! I’m ugly, I’m ugly!” Kara cries.
You clumsily wipe off her tears with your small thumbs and shake your head again. “Even if you think you’re ugly, I think you’re super pretty.”
Kara hugs you tightly and cries into your shirt.
It’s you.
You’re already staring at her on the bench and you stand up.
“I’ll leave you two alone.” Kal-El says, flying off.
You slowly approach Kara and touch her face just to make sure she’s real.
She backs away first, afraid of hurting you. She just discovered she had laser vision an hour ago, and she doesn’t want to accidentally kill her best friend.
“It’s okay.” You say, she could almost cry hearing something she understands for the first time today.
She allows you to touch her face and she melts into your palm.
Kara places Krypto on the grass before hugging you tightly. She doesn’t cry, but she sniffles into your neck.
“I missed you, I missed you so much.” She hurriedly whispers to you. You nod and rub her back gently.
“I missed you too, Kara.” You pull away from the hug and give her your hand, which she immediately takes. Krypto is at your feet circling you both as he jumps. He observes and copies the other dogs at the park, staying on the ground.
“Let’s go around the city together.” You guide Kara with ease, she continues to stare at you like you’re not real. Krypto yips as you roam around the park, passing by the odd staring stranger, or picnicking family.
You’re walking by zooming cars and giant glass buildings in an unfamiliar silence. “Do you work now?” Kara says to break the quiet. “Did you become an astronaut like you wanted?”
You chuckle and shake your head at your childhood dream to be like your parents. “No, that dream was crushed as soon as I arrived on Earth. It’s much harder to qualify for space travel on this planet.”
Kara gives a small “Oh.” as she keeps her eyes on the road. She’s gotten much prettier as she grew up, well, she was always the prettiest girl you knew, but even now she stands out. She could be an actress with her looks. Krypto starts barking at a dog in a stroller and breaks you out of your trance.
“But, I do work. I’m a writer.” You add. “Clark is working on getting me a job as a journalist.”
Something clicks in Kara’s head and she looks up at you. “Are you and Clark…?”
You blush and nod your head. You feel a bit giddy as you tell her.m “We’ve been together for 3 years. We’re discussing marriage, but he hasn’t proposed just yet.”
There’s a look in Kara’s eyes that you can’t quite describe, it’s like… disappointment. She nods “Wow, wow, that’s… that’s great. My best friend and my cousin.”
You give an awkward smile. You can’t deny the tension between you two, and honestly, this air of romance and unsurety. You have to admit that if you weren’t with Clark, you’d be wondering if Kara would have you.
But you’re with Clark, so you push down the odd feelings, this is supposed to be a reunion with an old friend, or a grand tour around the city, not some childhood rom-com moment.
“Did you ever get a partner? I’m sure people must’ve been all over you in Argo City.” You ask, trying to shift the mood as Krypto starts to lick your ankles.
Kara takes a deep breath, like the story she’s about to tell is hard on her. “I had a partner, but it didn’t last long.”
“Oh, why so?”
“It didn’t feel right. She wanted a person with status who could provide her with all these things, I just couldn’t do that for her, so I ended things so she could find someone better.”
You nod at Kara’s words, trying to imagine her with this mystery girl. On Earth, you would’ve called her ex a gold digger, but on Krypton, this is just how a lot of people are.
Krypto barks again and Kara scoops him up in her arms. It reminds you of when you both would play with the dogs in the parks, you always imagined what it would be like to have one, but nowadays it seems like an impossibility.
You two have walked far enough that you’ve ended up in front of you and Clark’s apartment building.
“I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”
You’re in you and Clark’s shared apartment, eating dinner as the Justice Crew (working title) takes care of some lab grown monster outside.
“How did it go?” Clark asks, setting down some dinner pancakes for himself as he sits across from you.
“It was nice, it was nice…” You drift off, eyes looking at the reflection of the TV screen in the window. “I haven’t spoken Kryptonese in so long… I feel so insecure when it comes out of my mouth in front of a real Kryptonian.”
Clark nods understandingly, he gets the same feeling when he’s practicing Kryptonian in front of you.
“It was different, but that’s to be expected.” You feed yourself a spoonful of pancakes as you continue on. “I just can’t believe the little girl I knew is this grown up woman now. Being around her makes me feel so much more human but also really Kryptonian at the same time? It’s like she’s got all these views that are so Kryptonian, it almost makes me laugh sometimes. Not in a mean way, just in a ‘wow, I’ve been on Earth this long’ way.”
Clark processes all your words and sucks in his bottom lip nervously. The way you talk about her, it’s almost like you’re entranced with who she is. And she’s someone Clark could never be.
“Do you think she’s pretty?”
“I mean- yeah, she’s really pretty.”
“Are you…” Clark feels guilty for asking this. “...attracted to her?”
You look up at him and place your spoon down. “I… maybe, yeah. I mean, there’s this strange magnetic feeling I get, but I think that’s because I spent so many years being attracted to her that I’m not used to just… seeing her. But even if I’m attracted to her, I love you.”
Clark looks like he has another question in his head. He want to ask who you love more, but he knows neither of you are ready to think about that.
“Did she miss you? Do you think she came to see you?”
“Yeah, of course she missed me. But I think she missed the poor little bullied kid she knew from a decade ago.”
“You were bullied?”
“Oh yeah, all the time. This little twat named Pav-Gid used to…” Your words get cut off as you notice Clark’s eyes start to sparkle.
“Are you mad at me?” You ask, twirling your spoon around in your hand.
“No, no, why would I be mad?” He says defensively, like he hates the idea of him ever being mad at you.
“You’re allowed to be mad, we used to like each other.”
“No, she’s my cousin who had to leave her family and travel to another planet so she wouldn’t die, and she used to be everything to you, I’m not gonna tell you not to be happy she’s here.”
You pick up your plate and move to sit next to Clark on the other side of the kitchen island table.
“I’m not gonna run away with her, Clark, I have a life with you.” You assure him. He nods and eats his pancakes.
“I know.” He responds. He responds again, more confidently. “I know you.”
Kara lies down in bed in her new apartment, wearing Clark’s old hand-me-down sleeping clothes as Krypto rips up the pillows and runs around the room.
She looks out the window to see flying Superheroes take care of a monster she’s never seen. They’re being too easy on it, she thinks.
Some band called Radiohead plays a song called Fake Plastic Trees on her IPod. She can’t understand any of the words, but she gets that the song is supposed to be sad.
“She looks like the real thing, she tastes like the real thing.” A man sings in her headset.
Kara pulls the destroyed pillow from bellow her head a grips it tightly, pretending it's a Kryptonian she could hug. Maybe her mom, or dad. Maybe you.
You’re in bed with Clark and he keeps shifting in his place.
“You okay?”
Clark smiles, you see his dim white teeth even in the dark. “I’m just thinking about how good a story this is. Imagine opening a newspaper to see ‘Two childhood Kryptonian lovers find each other again after being separated for a decade’. In this scenario, I’m the evil human man dating you.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes in the dark. “Shut up, you are not evil. We weren’t even lovers.”
“Our story seems so boring in comparison.”
“Oh what, me flying all the way from Canada as soon as I found out you were alive wasn’t good enough?”
“It’s great, it’s better than anything, but it’s not that classic romcom story.”
“You’re impossible.”
He chuckles and stares back up at the ceiling. His smile slowly fades from his face.
“What if you hadn’t turned the TV on that day, what if Kara never told you about her family and you never learned who I was, or what if you met someone before you could hear about my existence?”
“Clark-”
“There are so many things that could’ve happened that would’ve prevented us from being together, but your life has always been intertwined with hers. Your parents were friends, you were neighbours, you went to the same school, there were barely any other kids on Krypton… You had to seek me out amongst billions of people, I had no idea who you were.”
Clark seems genuinely stressed about this, his eyebrows furrowing.
You wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his shoulder.
“This isn’t a competition about who has the best movie, Clark. This is real life, where I can’t just run away with a girl I used to know. I’m committed to you and this relationship. Clark, you’re the man I’m going to marry.”
“You don’t think you would be happier with her?”
“That’s not how life works.”
“Are you happy with this? Is this what you imagined when you left Krypton?”
“What? When I was twelve?”
“Yeah, did you think you’d be sitting in some guy’s apartment alone most of the day because he’s off flying somewhere new today?”
“Clark, this is better than anything I could have imagined.” You assure him exhaustedly, this conversation being a bit much for a late night talk. “I didn’t have a vision when I came here, I just knew I didn’t want to die on Argo.”
Silence.
“Okay.” Clark says, but it’s not a satisfied tone.
“Okay?”
“Sorry, it’s just…” He sniffles slightly. “You make my world so much bigger, and I’m always wondering if I do the same for you.”
“You do, Clark, you showed me how to become the best version of myself. Are you forgetting that I love you?”
“I don’t forget, I just… I have trouble believing it sometimes.”
You shift your body so you can tilt your head up to look at him, he’s staring off into the distance like he’s in a trance.
“Did you know when you sleep you speak in Kryptonian?” He suddenly admits.
“What? You never told me this.”
“Yeah. I think it’s pretty cool but, I don’t know, I-I get scared sometimes.”
“Scared? Scared why?”
“You dream in a language I can’t understand, it’s like there's this whole world inside of you that I can’t reach. That’s why I’ve been trying to learn.”
“I’m probably just saying gibberish…”
He turns his head to kiss your hair and he fully takes in your words. Your X-ray vision shows his heart carefully slowing down.
You fall asleep in his arms just like you have for the past two years, and it feels right. You fall asleep and dream about him.
Kara wakes up to loud noises outside. Krypto is sleeping on the edge of her bed, slightly shaking at the sound of rain and thunder. Kara swipes a hand across the window wiping away the moisture and leaving a mark.
When Kara goes down the lobby, it’s raining. When she walks down the street, it’s raining, and Krypto gets covered in mud. When they walk to the train station, it’s raining.
But it’s all okay when she spots you. You giggle at the bottom of the stairs and blow some wind at her, blow drying her with your powers.
She scrunches up her face and Krypto shakes the water off his fur himself.
You hand her a Metrocard, and demonstrate how to use it. She curiously scans it on the mysterious entrance machine and is yelled at by someone behind her to hurry up. Once you two have passed, you grab your bag and wrap a tiny doggy diaper around Krypto.
“What is that?” Kara’s face distorts confusedly as she holds the still slightly damp dog in her hands.
“It’s required.” You reply, giving him an extendable leash.
You two giggle as you run into the train, all the seats are filled, so you two grab onto the same metal pole at the same time, Kara’s hand over yours.
You stare at each other with a smile, Krypto is below you two grinning with his tongue out, excited for a day to explore the city.
Once two empty seats appear, you and Kara take them immediately, Krypto jumps on her lap.
“I don’t have many friends back on Argo,” Kara explains. “I’m not nice enough for most people.”
You give a noise of understanding, petting Krypto slightly.
“With your personality, I think you’d fit in here just fine, Kara.” You say honestly, imagining her bartering at markets or driving a car in a rage.
She shakes her head, disapproving the idea. “No, I… I’m not really having fun here on Earth.”
You frown, your heart aching for the girl. “If it’s really too hard for you, you can always use your powers to fly to another planet. It’ll take a while, but you’ll be out of here.”
She turns her gaze to you curiously. “Then why haven’t you left?”
You shrug, turning your line of vision to the buildings outside the train windows. “I like it here.”
It’s sunset and you two are sitting on the golden globe atop of the daily planet, throwing a ball into the air for Krypto to catch.
Kara swings her feet as you throw the ball as far as you can.
You turn back to look at her “Try this… I am Kara.”
“I… am Kara.” She repeats, she’s better at Clark in the other languages department, but she’s still learning.
“It’s nice to meet you. How are you?”
“I’m fine, and you?”
“I’m fine, and you?”
“I’m fine, and you?”
“I’m fine and you?”
This goes on for about 20 more seconds, before you burst out laughing and Krypto flies back to Kara’s lap, tired.
“Do you ever come here with Kal-El?” She asks, her eyes looking down at the dog on her lap.
You pout slightly at the question, disappointed this is where the conversation went.
“Uh, yeah. We had a lot of dates here, and fights.”
“You two fight?”
“Oh yeah, we don’t fuck around.”
Kara snorts, but she can’t find it in her to make eye contact, you decide to follow and keep your eyes on the sunset.
“Does your family like him?”
“Oh yeah, they love him. They’ve been taking him to karaoke.”
“Karaoke?”
“It’s when people sing songs made by other people.”
“Wow, he’s so… human.”
“We’re all human.”
“I can tell, you’re Kryptonese isn’t as good anymore.”
“Ouch.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, your ego slightly wounded by Kara’s comment.
“Clark told me that when you arrived here, your first question was where I was?”
Kara nods, she looks almost guilty about it. Krypto whimpers in her lap.
“I kept thinking about you whenever I was around my friends on Argo. Like- you’d always enter my mind, whenever I’d look at the sky.”
She groans and looks away from you, like she’s too ashamed to admit what she’s going to say next. “I remember when you left, I was a little pissed off that you could leave just like that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry about?”
“Leaving you.”
“That wasn’t your choice.”
“You’re right…”
“Don’t say sorry.”
You chuckle and think about when you and Kara were 12-years-old running around each other’s houses and make your parents’ lives hell.
“We were just babies back then.” You sigh out. You’re happy about being an adult, but you can’t help but reminisce.
“With big feelings.”
“We’re not babies anymore.”
“Nope.”
You feel a little tug on your shirt sleeve, you don’t question it, thinking it’s just Krypto trying to bite.
Kara’s fingers pinch the end of your dress shirt, feeling the fabric in between her finger pads. She’s painfully aware you’re taken, this is the most she’ll allow herself to have.
“There he is. Hey, Clark!” You wave out to your boyfriend, he’s in his work outfit and wearing hypno-glasses.
“Ignore how he looks, it’s part of the superhero disguise.” You explain, and Kara snorts.
Clark kisses your cheek and you all enter the ice cream shop together. Kara and you sit on the striped cushioned couch, and Clark asks what you guys want.
“Vanilla.” You respond with a smile. Kara looks nervous, so you give her an encouraging nudge.
“Ch-chocolate.” She says, with a bit of an accent.
Clark is impressed and nods enthusiastically. “Great! I’ll go get those then.”
You all sit, eating your ice cream outside as Krypto is tied to the bottom of one of your chairs. You and Clark giggle at Kara’s amazed reaction to having ice cream for the first time.
“It’s like twellian desert.” Kara says, taking in a giant spoonful.
“She says it’s like a desert we had back on Krypton.” You translate for Clark.
“Kal-El’s parents were very funny back on Krypton.”
“She says your parents were very funny.”
“Really?” Clark asks, his heart beating quickly at the mention of his parents.
“My parents told me Jor-El used to take his shirt off and pretend he was a monster from one of those old movies.”
You nod, so invested you almost forget to translate for a second. “Your dad used to pretend he was a vampire.”
Clark shakes his head, purely amazed.
“And Lara used to introduce herself as doghao to kids to make them swear.”
You slap Kara’s arm playfully. “I am not telling Clark that!”
“What? He should know who his mom truly was.”
“Kara.”
“Okay, maybe not who she truly was but, a little bit of her.”
“You see this boy? He can’t even handle the word fuck.”
“Language.” Clark says sternly.
“See?”
You and Kara keep talking, unable to find a way to insert Clark into the conversation. His eyes move back and forth between you two, he’s able to catch his name and a couple more familiar words, but other than that he’s completely lost.
The energy between you and Kara is calmer now, you feel really guilty you can’t include Clark into your talk but you’re going home with him anyways, you’ll talk about it later.
“I think it was good you left Krypton when you did.” Kara admits, her eyes staring deeply into yours, it almost makes you feel naked.
“Really?”
“Yeah, you got to see it when it was still mostly beautiful. I don’t think Argo City could satisfy you.”
You laugh very softly at that.
You notice Clark is scrolling through his phone, probably doomscrolling Superman snark subreddits. You turn back to Kara to continue whatever you were talking about.
“Thanks for letting me hang out with Kal-El.”
“Yeah, he really wanted to get to know his baby cousin, y’know?”
“We’re not doing much get-to-knowing right now, but I… appreciate his presence.”
You nod guiltily at her admission. Maybe it’ll be easier in a year’s time when Clark’s gotten better at Kryptonese or Kara’s gotten better at English. If Kara’s even staying around for that long.
“Are you happy?” Kara asks, stirring the melted ice cream in her cup.
“Very happy.”
Kara bites the inside of her cheek before looking back at you.
“I didn’t know liking my own cousin would hurt this much.”
And like a hammer, she’s broken the barrier to all the things you two weren’t talking about.
“Kara-”
“Did you miss me when you left?”
“Of course I missed you, I cried every day when I was back at school.”
“But when you met Kal-El.”
“I grew up.”
Is she really doing this at the same table as Clark? You feel uncomfortable, but you know you need to have whatever conversation this is leading to, so you keep a calm face.
“I’m sorry.” The words sound unfamiliar out of Kara’s mouth, only you can drag them out of her.
“It’s okay, Kara.”
“I’ve been having weird thoughts since I got here.” Kara adjusts herself in her seat, her body is fully facing yours, and her head is resting against the couch cushion.
“Like what?”
“Like I found the love of my life at 12-years-old and I should’ve held onto them.”
You can’t even give a fake smile, you shake your head at the very thought of those words. “I had to go.”
Kara’s eyes sparkle and she looks down at the holes in the couch seats.
“I’ve been thinking… What if Kryptonite never started poisoning us and we just got to grow up together? Or What if my family had followed you to Earth sooner? Would we have dated? Broken up? Gotten married? Would I have wanted to have kids with you? Thoughts like that.”
Your head feels like it’s starting to ring, your heart can’t hold onto everything your hearing, and you’re the only person on Earth who could understand everything she’s saying.
“But the truth is, the reason I liked you is because you’re you, Because I’m someone who leaves you are someone who left.”
“But for him,” She points to Clark, who’s eyes are glued to his screen. “You’re someone who stays.”
“The person you loved isn’t sitting with you here today, Kara.” You sniffle, a stray tear falling from one of your eyes.
Kara bites her lip and nods at you. “I know.”
“They exist, and they’re somewhere deep inside me, but I’m not them. Ten years ago, I left them behind with you.”
“I know. And even though I was only 12 I loved them.” Kara admits, and it’s like spikes in her throat.
“I really do believe we have a history in our past lives. Like that story, we probably loved each other then, we just can’t have that deep romance in this life, but we can still love each other.”
Kara looks at Clark. “You and Clark also have thousands of lives together, you two are nyuni.”
“Who do you think we were to each other in our past lives?
“Maybe a boss and an employee with a secret affair.” You say teasingly.
“We lie and cheat on each other.”
“Or maybe we’re a princess and her knight.”
“It’s forbidden by the law.”
“Or maybe we’re just two strangers on the train, on the way to two different stops.”
You’ve left the table to go use the bathroom, Kara and Clark are alone with each other for the first time since they’ve met. Krypto is asleep.
“Sorry, we talk…ed alone. We stop.” Kara stutters out in English.
Clark grips his palms and shakes his head. “It’s okay you haven’t seen each other in a long time.”
Clark tries to summon all his Kryptonese knowledge.
“You know… nyuni?” He asks in his poor Kryptonese accent.
“Wow, good. Yes, nyuni. You and them are nyuni.”
Clark scratches the back of his neck, flustered. “Thanks.”
“Nyuni for friends and family too. You and I are nyuni.”
“Oh, really? Wow, so maybe we were best friends in another life.”
Kara nods her head.
“I like having family. We talk more, promise?” She asks, it’s a sincere ask that surprises Clark. He didn’t know she wanted anything to do with him.
“Yes. Yes! I mean- Yes.” Clark stumbles out.
“I’m… leaving tonight, I wanna go to… another planet.”
“Oh.” Clark’s energy deflates slightly, like he’s losing his cousin as soon as he finally got to meet her, really meet her.
“But I will visit.”
Clark smiles at that. He notices Kara’s eyes slowly flood with tears, but he’s unsure what to do.
You finally come back to the table and signal that it’s time to go.
“I’m leaving tonight.”
“Oh, so soon, why?”
“I miss the red sun… I’d like to explore what’s out there.”
You nod understandingly as you all make your way out the building.
“I’m gonna walk Kara back to her apartment.” You tell Clark, who nods and heads up the elevator ahead of you two.
You both take your time, waiting for an elevator. It’s completely silent as the elevator comes down to the lobby.
12…
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The doors open and you let her enter first.
You rest against the elevator mirror and you two smile at each other. Whenever one of you subconsciously sways towards each other, your heart beat picks up, but nothing ever happens.
2…
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The door opens and you two walk down the hallways past every other neighbours’ door, past the peeling walls, windows, and muffled voices.
Krypto scratches at the apartment door and you two finally stop.
“So I guess I’ll see you?” You ask.
“Yeah.” Kara twists the door knob and opens it. You stay still for a couple of seconds before moving your feet and heading towards the elevator.
“Wait.”
Hearing her voice call for you, you feel 12 again.
“Do you really want to leave?”
“No, I don’t.” You shake your head, not even hesitating to answer her. “But I have to.”
Kara looks down and kicks a rock. You wait for her to ask something again, but it seems like she doesn’t know what else to say. You decide the conversation is over and you walk back to your house.
Kara’s eyes linger on you, before she walks herself home, maybe if she wasn’t so young she would’ve found the correct words, but for now the only thing that’s formed in her head is “I’ll miss you.”
You turn back to Kara as quick as you can.
“What if this is a past life, and we’re already something to each other in our next life? Who do you think we are to each other then?”
You lick your lips and shrug at her earnestly. “I don’t know, but I know I love you.”
“I guess we’ll find out.” She nods. I love you.”
“I love you too.” You get out before she shuts the door.
The click solidifies it. You take in a deep breath and rub your eyes. Your feet feel heavy as you drag your body across the 6th floor hallways and to the elevator.
Ding! The elevator opens, and you make your way inside.
You can’t cry, you can’t cry, there are people in here. You take in deep breaths and keep your eyes on the numbers.
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The doors open and you find Clark outside his door. He was waiting for you.
“What’s up?” He asks, immediately noticing the tears in your eyes.
You just hug him silently, you don’t know why you’re crying, you don’t even know if you’re happy or not, you just need to hold onto him as he shushes you.
You two enter the house and everything disappears.
The outside world, the noises, Metropolis, Krypton, Kara, and your past lives.
Summary: Superman saves you again, except that this time he accidentally reveals his identity to you. (1.1 K)
Warning/Tags: Fluff/Soft, Established relationship, No physical description of reader, No use of Y/N, Accidental identity reveal, Use of the nickname peanut (idk, it may be cringy for some but I like it.) and a small six seven mention.
Note: Thanks to @luloveseddie for sending me enough tiktoks to make this, it was great a inspitation.
This can be read as a standalone but here is Part 1.
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Six months had passed since that date night with Clark, and who would say how life changing was having him in your life. He wasn't just a “decent guy”, he was the most thoughtful, sweet, and ridiculously attentive man you had ever met. Maybe it was his upbringing that made him such a gentleman, or it was just his nature. He brought you your favorite coffee order in the morning when your second graders were rowdy, distracting them, or well, he was distracted trying to understand every “six seven” joke the children made as they loved to confuse him. You felt like every moment spent by his side made you fall even deeper in love with him, almost blinding you with his warm heart.
But things had gotten complicated, a series of attacks had Clark working overtime with new reports at the Daily Planet, so you both had organized a date at the end of the week so you could catch up.
That Friday afternoon came swiftly. You had just cashed your paycheck at the bank and were walking at a fast pace to meet Clark at a local café. You were excited, you had missed his beautiful smile adorned by dimples and his way of making you laugh.
So lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the person sprinting full speed at your direction. In the blink of an eye, a hooded figure shoved you hard, knocking you off balance to the floor. He had snatched your purse with all of your belongings, including the paper grade sheets of your students, running away with all your stuff, you had to stop him.
“Hey, stop! My bag!” you yelled, trying to get back in your feet to chase after the criminal. Driven by pure adrenaline and without thinking twice, you sprinted right after him. "Give that back!" you demanded as you followed him into an alley.
The deserted alleyway was blocked by a tall chain fence, a dead end. But instead of the guy feeling cornered, you felt like the only one in danger once the thief pulled out a pocketknife and started to walk towards you.
“Back off if you don't want to get hurt, this is mine now!” he replied, taking one more step at your direction before starting to sprint.
The adrenaline had quickly worn off, freezing you in place. Instinctively you closed your eyes, waiting for the worst to happen.
But it never came.
In a fraction of a second, a sudden wind swept through the alley. A metallic snap echoed, the sound of the steel hitting the floor instead of you. Slowly you opened your eyes, and standing in front of you, was Superman himself. He was holding the guy off the ground by his shirt collar.
But what took you out completely was Superman's expression. The Metropolis greatest hero didn't have his usual friendly smile, He looked pissed. His jaw was closed tightly, marking the features of his face, his broad shoulders were tense, and his striking blue eyes were dark and filled with rage.
“I-I'm sorry, I will give the bag back!” the mugger whimpered, dropping the bag on the floor.
“Leave…and don't ever steal again.” Superman tossed the guy, releasing him. The guy gave you one last look before running away from the scene, while the hero bend down to grab your purse, wiping it with his hand before giving it to you. While he walked to give it back, he used his X-ray vision for any injuries, but he could not see everything. “Are you okay?” he asked, softening his tone though his posture remained rigid and tense.
“I..I'm fine, thank you.” you whispered, still processing the shock from the scene. “Just a bit startled. I shouldn't have come after him.”
“I'm glad you are okay, peanut.” Superman murmured, looking down at the pavement with a mixed feeling of frustration and embarrassment from his actions. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the nickname slip, a caring name known and given by only one person in the entire universe, your boyfriend Clark. “I heard the commotion a few blocks away, you sounded afraid and it-” He stopped himself once he noticed the slip.
Superman's hands flew over his mouth instantly, his blue eyes widening in absolute horror as he realized what had just slipped out. The invulnerable hero now looked so different from moments ago.
“I-I uh, meant ma'am.” He tried to correct his mistake, adjusting his posture to look more Superman and less Clark. “My apologies, sometimes the adrenaline makes me-“
“Clark?” you asked firmly, taking a step toward him.
The hero looked defenseless, desperately trying to find a way out of this situation. “No, you must have me confused with someone else ma'am, I'm Superman…I don't know any-”
“Only my boyfriend calls me peanut, there's no way you know that!” You folded your arms in front of your chest while putting together the pieces of the puzzle and everything fit just right. “That was the reason we couldn’t meet last week, you were fighting…And that's why you are always late for our dates...You disappeared in the middle of dinner on our third date!"
Realizing he was completely cornered, the hero looked left, then right and once he felt secured, he relaxed his shoulders. The heroic posture vanished in an instant, replaced by the nature of the clumsy yet sweet farmboy
“Well…” Clark murmured in his normal tone, rubbing the back of his neck as a bright red flush spread up to his ears.
“You're Superman!” you gasped, caught between laughter and disbelief. “That explains a lot, I thought you started cheating or had some mommy issues, that's happened before.”
“What?! No, I would never do something like that, or have-“ Clark choked on his own breath, panicking at what you said. “I was going to tell you soon, I just wanted to make sure everything was fine before telling you, you deserve to know me like I want to know you.” He stepped closer until you were sharing the space, his hands reached for yours, holding them with care. “I outed myself tonight maybe because I couldn’t bare to keep the secret from you anymore.” He leaned down slightly to meet your eye level. “I just needed to protect you.”
“Well, the rescue was really impressive, Superman.” You emphasize the hero’s name while your hand reached for his cheek, caressing it softly even if he was indestructible.
Clark returned your smile, the same smile that made him fall in love with you from the start. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, lifting you a couple of inches off the ground to pull you into a sweet kiss.
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Summary: You are an anti-heroine, forged by corporate experiments and gifted with extraordinary abilities. Living outside the law in Metropolis, you steal from the powerful to serve your own sense of justice. When your path collides with Superman, a complicated bond forms, built on tension, attraction and a secret pact that ties you to the man who should be your greatest enemy.
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THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
You groan through what feels like the thousandth wave of pain as your body strikes the reinforced wall and slides down it again, leaving you breathless against the cold, unforgiving floor of Lex’s prison. By now the days have lost their shape. There has been too little food, too little water, and just enough of both to keep you alive out of cruelty rather than mercy. Every muscle in your body aches, your bruises have begun to bloom into one another, and the isolation has become its own kind of violence.
There is no sunlight here. No sense of time. No contact with anyone except the man who built this place for the sole purpose of breaking you.
The cell is nothing like an ordinary prison. Layers of transparent alloy encase you on all sides, humming faintly with LexCorp technology stolen, modified, and sharpened into something far more efficient than any legal system could ever permit. Every movement is monitored. Every breath is measured. Every word is recorded. Hidden cameras watch from beyond the glass, reminding you that somewhere, someone is always watching you suffer.
The mechanical doors slide open with a metallic hiss.
“Well,” Lex Luthor says as he enters, seated on an advanced levitating platform that glides effortlessly across the floor, flanked by two armed guards. “How is my favorite prisoner today?”
You force yourself upright, swallowing back another sharp flare of pain that tears through your ribs.
“I was just wondering,” you say, your voice rough from dehydration, “how many favors you had to call in to build a private prison that exists completely outside the law.”
Lex smiles as if you have entertained him.
“Oh, Y/N,” he says, folding his hands together with studied ease. “You still think law has something to do with this.”
He gestures around the chamber, the lights reflecting off the clear alloy walls.
“This facility does not officially exist. There are no records, no coordinates, no jurisdiction.” His smile widens, slow and deliberate. “As far as the world is concerned, you are simply missing.”
Your stomach tightens, though you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing it.
He notices anyway.
“The public believes you were transferred. The authorities think you are under military supervision. The military believes you are in federal custody.” He lets out a quiet, humorless chuckle. “It is remarkable how much people accept once the right signatures are placed on the right forms.”
Your jaw clenches. “So no one is looking for me.”
Lex leans forward slightly, enjoying this part too much.
“Oh, people are looking,” he corrects. “They just have no idea where to begin.”
Your gaze drifts again over the prison walls, and only now does the full design of the place become impossible to ignore. The transparent alloy is not merely there to keep you contained. It is there to make sure you are never truly alone, never truly unseen. Someone outside is always observing, always waiting for a reaction, always measuring how far they can push before something gives.
Lex follows your line of sight and smiles with visible pride.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he says. “Complete visibility. I can monitor your vitals, your stress responses, your sleep patterns, your conversations with yourself.” His eyes gleam with unsettling satisfaction. “You would be amazed by how much someone reveals when they think no one is listening.”
You glare at him, too exhausted for fear and too angry to stay silent.
“You’re insane.”
“No,” Lex says calmly.
“I’m thorough.”
Every nerve ignites at once. You collapse instantly, a scream ripping out of you before you can stop it as your muscles seize and your breathing turns jagged and shallow. The pain is so violent it blots out everything else for a second, leaving you curled against the floor of the cell, shaking hard enough to make the restraints rattle.
Lex watches without blinking.
“Interesting,” he murmurs, as if he is studying a reaction he expected and still wanted to confirm.
You force yourself onto one elbow, every breath scraping through your chest. Lex crouches just enough to bring the recording device into view, the red light blinking steadily as it captures every twitch of pain on your face.
“This,” he says calmly, angling the device toward you, “is what Superman is going to see.”
Your eyes narrow through the haze of pain.
Lex’s smile turns thin and satisfied. “You are going to tell him to come.”
He lets the silence stretch just long enough to make the threat sink in, then adds, almost casually, “And when he hears what happens next, he will understand exactly what it costs to ignore me.”
Here is a smoother continuation that keeps the reveal and Lex’s entrance in the right place.
You keep arguing through the pain, refusing to give Lex the satisfaction of hearing fear in your voice, refusing to give him anything that even resembles surrender. He paces in front of the cell with the same infuriating calm, watching you as if every word you spit at him only proves a point he already made.
“Your theatrics are wasted on me,” you say, forcing yourself upright even as the last pulse still burns through your body. “Superman is not coming.”
Lex’s eyes remain on you, unreadable and cold. “He will.”
“He won’t,” you repeat, slower this time, steadier. “Not for this. Not for you.”
He only smiles as if your resistance is exactly what he expected, and then he leaves you with it.
Hours pass that way, or maybe less, or maybe more. Time loses shape in the cell. The only things you can measure are pain, exhaustion, and the way Lex keeps returning with that same measured patience, as if he is waiting for your resistance to become useful to him. He wants a reaction. He wants desperation. He gets neither.
Then, eventually, something changes. Footsteps. The air shifts outside the containment field, and when you lift your head your breath catches.
Superman stands on the other side of the prison.
He looks right at first glance, right in the way only someone who knows him well would notice long enough to doubt. The suit. The stance. The stillness. He does not speak. He does not warn the guards. He does not even look toward Lex’s monitors. He only reaches for the lock on the cell and begins opening it with a mechanical certainty that feels wrong in a way you can almost taste.
Your pulse stutters.
The door slides open.
He steps closer and extends a hand to you.
You stare at him for one long second, then let your body tilt forward as if you are going to take it. The moment you get close enough, you stop short and slam your palm against the control panel inside the frame. The prison seals again with a harsh metallic snap, cutting the figure off on the other side.
He still does not react.
You step back slowly, your breath shaking now, and stare at him with growing certainty.
“That is not him,” you say flatly.
Only then does movement stir at the end of the corridor.
Lex appears in the doorway, and for the first time he looks irritated. Not amused. Not pleased. Just annoyed that the performance ended before he wanted it to.
“What did you say?” he asks, voice low.
You turn toward him, every bruise in your body lighting up with the force of your anger. “I said that is not Superman.”
Lex’s gaze flicks to the false figure inside the sealed chamber, then back to you. “It was a very convincing design.”
“You thought I would walk into a copy and call it salvation?” you snap. “You really are losing touch.”
The clone remains still behind the glass, face unreadable, empty of everything that makes the real Superman who he is. There is no hesitation in his body, no warmth, no trace of the presence that had once made you feel like the whole world might still be worth saving.
Lex steps closer, and the satisfaction is back in his expression now, sharper because it has been interrupted. “He would have worked if you had been more exhausted.”
You laugh once, breathless and bitter. “Your tricks are never going to work on me.”
Lex’s jaw tightens. “That remains to be seen.”
“No,” you say, meeting his stare without flinching. “It doesn’t.”
The silence after that is thick, stretched tight enough to break. He had counted on hope, on fear, on the shape of a familiar face. He had wanted to use the idea of Superman against you, then turn the escape into proof that you were both criminals running together.
Instead, you caught the lie before he could cash it in.
Lex looks from you to the false Superman and back again, and for the first time real irritation cuts through the control he has been wearing like armor. “You are becoming far more difficult than I intended.”
“Then stop pretending you know how this ends.”
He does not answer immediately. The clone remains motionless, waiting for an order that will never matter now. Lex’s expression settles into something colder, sharper, more dangerous, and when he finally speaks, the patience is gone from his voice.
“This was never only about Superman,” he says. “It was about making the world decide you are just as dangerous as he is.”
You hold his gaze, your chest rising too fast, your body still trembling from the pain he put you through.
“It won’t work,” you say.
Lex’s smile returns, but there is no warmth in it now. “We will see.”
“Let’s begin phase two,” Lex says, looking at you with cold satisfaction. “Since your charming prince refuses to come save you.”
You do not understand at first. Then something sharp drives into your body and a wave of weakness rolls through you so fast it steals the breath from your lungs. The prison, the lights, Lex’s face, all of it blurs at once, and the world goes black.
When you wake again, time means nothing. It could be hours. It could be days. You are in a different room now, strapped to a chair, your limbs heavy and unresponsive. Before you can make sense of where you are, another injection burns through your arm, and a television mounted in front of you flickers to life.
A man appears on the screen. Then another. Information scrolls across it in rapid, clinical bursts, fragments of identity, associations, threats, files. It is not just information. It is manipulation. You can feel it happening even before you understand what Lex is trying to do. He is reaching into your mind, prying at something vital, leaving gaps where there should be certainty. A memory. A name. A piece of yourself.
Then the room shakes with a heavy impact, and a white dog bursting with impossible energy bounds in through the wreckage.
“Krypto, what is the point of sneaking in together if you just...” A young blonde woman steps in after him, dressed in a bright, almost absurd costume that resembles the man on the television. She stops short when she sees you. “Oh. You found her.”
You barely have time to form a question before she tears the structure around you apart and shatters the mechanism holding you in the chair. “Come on,” she says, smiling briefly as she grabs your hand. “There are people waiting for you outside.”
Something is wrong. Too wrong. No alarms blare. No guards flood the room. No one stops you. Still half dazed, you let her guide you out of the installation.
“I know we were not formally introduced,” she says as she leads you through a corridor lined with ruined panels and broken equipment, “but I assumed you would talk more.”
You blink hard, trying to find your footing. “It has been so long since I spoke that I think I forgot how.”
“That is fine,” she says, ducking as she takes down two guards who finally rush in to stop you. “My cousin warned me that Lex might have done something to you.”
You stare at her, trying to keep up. “Who is your cousin?”
Her expression turns almost amused, like the answer should be obvious. “Kal-El is going to be so upset when he finds out you forgot him while you were trapped.”
The name hits with the force of something familiar and impossible to place.
She does not give you time to catch up before she pulls you toward a strange opening in the air, a rippling passage that looks less like a door and more like a tear in reality itself. Without hesitation, the two of you go through it.
The world flips.
When it settles again, you are standing in a farm, inside a barn, the smell of hay and wood and earth surrounding you. “What place is this?” you ask immediately, still dizzy.
“You have never been here?” the blonde woman asks, sounding genuinely confused.
Before you can answer, a man steps into the barn.
The face on the television.
The memory that had stayed with you.
You do not even realize what you are doing until the movement is already complete. Your hand closes around a sharp green object and drives it into him.
His breath catches. His body seizes.
“Y/N...” he murmurs softly, your name spoken like it means something you cannot remember, before he collapses to the floor, suddenly and completely weakened.
“What the hell?” the blonde woman says behind you, horrified.
“Why did you attack Clark?” she asks, rushing toward him, but you step in front of her before she can reach him.
“I do not know who Clark is,” you say, breathing hard, eyes fixed on the man on the floor, “but the target has to be eliminated.”
The words feel certain even as something inside your head begins to fracture.
A sharp pain explodes behind your eyes. It is sudden and brutal, like someone driving a blade through your skull from the inside out. You stagger. The blonde woman turns toward you, alarm flashing across her face just as everything goes dark again.
A/N: This is not beta read. I am posting this on a whim. I hope you enjoy, and I'm sorry if it sucks.
It's not like you hated Superman; in fact you found his commitment to humanity to be honorable.
It's just your cat didn't like him, and you trusted your cat's judgment. It was also your boss, Lex Luthor, who hated Superman, so liking him couldn't exactly be possible unless you wanted to be fired.
Your friend Clark, however, loved the superhero. You were pretty sure they were friends, although that was supposed to be a secret, you think. He also hated your boss; well, in his words it was more of a dislike, but everyone knew that was a lie.
Your other friend Lois had mixed reviews. She always said he was flawed as a superhero, that he made mistakes and needed to be held accountable for them, which you agreed with.
All in all, the people in your life had many different opinions on the man, but what you never expected was to meet him.
You found him in an alleyway, beaten up, bloody, and bruised. It was the afternoon, and you were pretty sure there was some sort of world-ending issue happening on the other side of the city. If the light show happening in the distance didn't already clue you in.
"Are you okay?" stupid question, but you still felt as though you should ask, just to be polite.
He groaned, coughing up blood, which was an obvious concern. "I'm fine." He tried to speak, but it only came out as a painful sort of groan. "Yep, totally fine." Blood coated his teeth, and you physically winced at the sight of his blood.
Oh no, this was serious. What do you do? Call for help? But that would mean revealing his and your location, and you had no idea if whatever, or whoever, caused those injuries was looking for him. So you guessed it was just you and him.
"I really don't think you are, sir." You hurried toward him, your hands already sifting through your tote bag to grab the small first aid kit you ordered off Amazon just in case an alien attack happened and you needed medical supplies, because yes, that was a very real possibility.
"You don't have to call me 'sir'; it makes me feel old," he groaned, and you knelt down, leaning forward as you opened the first aid kit, and set it down beside him.
He was lying on his side, curled up protectively in a ball like he was trying to hide away from the world, which you couldn't really blame him for wanting. His suit was all cut up, and the infamous symbol on his chest was now stained with specks of his blood. "I'm going to help you, but I need you to sit up so I can have a better look at your injuries."
"Okay, yeah, that sounds great."
You reached out, and he groaned in pain as you managed to take most of his weight and help him up. He practically collapsed against the wall, his head lolling back and resting against the concrete.
Oh, the poor thing. Whatever happened to him must've been bad to cause this much damage.
"Wow, that, uh, looks bad."
"Thank you for the compliment. You look great."
Clark was right; he really was charming, but now wasn't the time. You reached for your first aid kit, but his hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you.
"I'll be okay." You looked down and then back up. You highly doubted that with the way he looked.
"You're quite literally bleeding out."
"The sun," he said, nodding toward the flaming star in the sky. "It heals me."
He was right. The cut on his forehead was already closing up. You would be amazed, but to be honest, you had seen much cooler things. It was still impressive, though. You would give him that.
"So what, I'm just supposed to leave you here and let you heal?"
"Preferably, yes."
"I'm sorry if that doesn't exactly fill me with confidence," you blankly stated, quite frankly unimpressed. How were you supposed to just walk away while knowing he was in this alleyway, waiting while he painfully heals?
He chuckled, although it sounded more like a wheeze if anything. "Yeah, I should have expected that. Clark told me you were stubborn."
"I knew it; you guys are friends!"
"You could say that," he shrugged, and he raised a brow as you collapsed next to him, sitting down crisscross-applesauce beside him.
"Soooo." You glanced around the alleyway, taking things in, doing anything to avoid the superhero's gaze burning into your skin. "Clark talks about me?"
Superman smiled, noticeably without the blood this time, and nodded. "All the time."
"Do you like Star Wars?"
"Of course, who doesn't like star wars?" Nevermind. You take back everything you once said about him. Superman was amazing and obviously the superior hero.
"Favorite character, go." Look, you just had to know. I mean, who wouldn't want to know Superman's favorite Star Wars character?
His brows pinched together as he thought over his answer. "Oh, dang, um, I'll have to go with the OG Luke Skywalker." A good choice. Classic.
"I think you two would get along," you stated.
"You really think so?"
"I don't know. It's just the vibes you give off, like sunshine and rainbows."
"Sunshine and rainbows?" He echoed the words like he couldn't believe them, which was weird because he definitely gave off the sunshine and rainbow vibes, and everyone knew it.
"Can I ask what did this to you?"
"I'm going to be honest here; I have no idea. It's all a blur."
Well, that was concerning. "And you're sure the sun will fix all—" You gestured to him and his still half-beaten-up body. "Of that."
"Yep." He popped the 'p' like it was nothing.
"Your poor suit…"
He shrugged. "It'll get fixed. Always does."
"You are being way too chill about this. It's kind of concerning. Are you sure you're okay?"
That earned you a laugh, a real bright laugh that could light up a room. See? Sunshine and rainbows.
"I appreciate the concern, but yes, I am fine er, well, at least I will be in a couple of minutes." He winced as he adjusted his body into a more comfortable position. From what you could see he was indeed healing. The bleeding had clearly stopped, and all of his cuts and bruises were gone. Whatever was left to heal must've been internal.
"And you're gonna go back?"
He really shouldn't, in your opinion, but you knew either way he would. It was just in his nature to help. Even when it got him hurt.
"I have too," he answered, and you watched as he finally managed to stand up.
"Well, I'll be here if you need anything."
He chuckled, amusement flashing across his face. "Thank you," his voice softened, emotions flooding through him.
"You would do the same for me," you shrugged as if it were nothing.
It was everything.
You watched in silent awe as he floated off the ground, and he gave one final wave before shooting up into the sky.
