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kent family adventures (the girldad!clark kent chronicles)

pt 2 of the masterlist here!

ft. you, leia, and jon kent

slice of life stories of you, clark, and leia and some shenanigans (non-chronological order)

dad clark kent x female reader

(requests open for kent family adventures 💞)

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david corenswet characters masterlist ♡

1. dad!clark kent giving his baby girl a bath before bed

2. baby’s first shots 💉 - you take your baby girl to get her shots, and let’s just say, Superman might have a weakness after all

3. Can You Babysit Tonight? - You decide to pull the “Can you babysit?” prank on your very devoted husband Clark — who is so confused, so offended, and maybe just a little bit dramatic about it.

(PART 2) I’m not babysitting, I’m parenting! - Your husband Clark gets irritated when you jokingly refer to him watching Leia as “babysitting” her.

4. “Let me see what you have.” “A knife!” “NO!” - You prank your poor husband Clark by giving your daughter a fake knife.

5. Sir, this is a Whole Foods - You, Clark, and baby Leia go grocery shopping — and the second you leave them alone, your husband and daughter become the produce aisle’s hottest attraction.

6. Premium air and tire fluid?! - You prank Clark with the “premium air” TikTok trend — and he almost believes you (because he’s a smart man, but he’s also very trusting when it comes to you). So, you try to prank him again with the infamous tire fluid prank — and once again, poor Clark wants to believe in you, but he’s suspicious now.

7. Leia vs The Justice Gang (A Tale of Total Domination) 👶🦸‍♀️- The Justice Gang meets baby Leia Kent for the first time (and recruits her)

8. As we are, we two, we three/ As I alone can never be - Baby Leia's here! Dad Clark meets Leia for the first time (and cries). You and Clark bring newborn Leia home for the first time — and Clark is full of dad nerves, baby love, and overwhelming joy.

9. The TikTok Lizard 🦎 - Leia’s newfound obsession is the viral “lizard button” meme from TikTok.

10. Thank you for loving us like this - Healing from childbirth isn’t linear. Clark is there with you and Leia all the way. You never had to ask.

11. Best friends (and second cousins) 🐶 - Krypto and Leia are the best of friends.

12. One Year Later - Clark’s baby girl, Leia, turns one.

13. Burnt pancakes - Just you and Clark making out while making breakfast for dinner.

14. Clark Kent: Girl Dad and classically-trained Juilliard Actor - You couldn't help but think that Clark is way more into playtime than Leia is.

15. The cotton candy disaster - Auntie Kara pranks 5-year-old Leia by telling her to wash her cotton candy. Spoiler: it melts, and Leia never gets over it.

16. The longest night 🤧🤒 - Superman himself becomes Superdad and caretaker, looking after both you and your stuffy-nosed little Leia when you're sick.

17. Dada vs Auntie Kawa - It’s a race to get Leia to say her first word. Kara does everything she can to make sure it’s “Kara”.

18. Kidnapped - You and Leia get kidnapped. Clark stops at nothing to get you back. “Clark— there are people in the house. I’m in our room with Leia, and I— I don’t know what they want. I locked the door but—I love you. I love you so much. And Leia does too. Just—if anything happens, know that.”

19. Clark Kent is doing public service (by being shirtless) - You and Clark take Leia on daily walks full of sunshine, baby giggles, dad abs, and zero awareness from Clark that he's turning heads left and right.

20. Clark Kent: Certified DILF - Clark Kent gets picked up every time you leave him with Leia for five minutes, so you embarrass him by calling him a DILF. Clark embarrasses you by being a Super (Proud) Dad in front of the pediatrician.

(PART 2) “Are you happily married or just married?” - Clark always gets picked up when you leave him alone for a minute. When he sees you being surrounded by people at a farmer’s market, he looks ready to beat them off with a stick.

21. No, you CANNOT drink the laundry detergent - Reasons why your two-year-old Leia threw a tantrum: you wouldn't let her drink laundry detergent. You wouldn't let her stick her hand in the garbage disposal. Clark wouldn't let her stick her tongue in his ear. Again.

22. Who Are You and What Have You Done with Daddy? 👓 - Baby Leia was so used to seeing her Daddy without glasses that when she saw him in his journalist get up, she didn’t recognize him.

23. All of the stars - When Clark finds out what his birth parents really wanted him to do, he is torn between honoring you and Leia as Clark, or honoring the sacrifices of Krypton as Kal-El.

24. It’s a Girl! (…Just Kidding.)🍼 - You (in active labor) and Lois prank a dozing Clark by telling him he missed Leia's birth. Three months later, you prank him again by telling him that you're pregnant, AGAIN.

25. What Clark Kent should expect when you’re expecting - Clark has to deal with your early pregnancy mood swings. And the four times he’s heard his daughter’s heartbeat.

26. Are you mad at me? 🥺 - You accidentally locked the bedroom door. Clark thought you were mad at him. You try to make up for it by making breakfast, but he insists that he knows what you and Leia need more.

27. Family get-together ft. special guest Leia Kent - You and Clark go to see your family for a small get-together. Everyone meets Leia for the first time. Also, Clark stresses over reckless drivers.

28. i can see us (lost in the memories) - Lex Luthor decides to break Superman by erasing all your memories of him. Clark Kent will continue to love you, even if those memories do not return.

29. A Smallville Christmas Surprise - You and Clark add a new ornament to Ma and Pa Kent’s christmas tree. You start nesting, and see just how much the Kent men love.

30. The Chaos of Stars - The rift in the multiverse showed you that in almost every universe, Clark ended up with Lois. Were you and Leia just flukes? What if in this universe, Clark only settled for you?

31. Do NOT accidentally cook our baby! - You and Clark both have post-partum anxiety.

32. Making Clark watch Twilight - You and Clark watch the Twilight saga. He is watching it for the first time.

33. Clark chokes on his toothbrush every morning (and other stereotypical dad things he does) - Ever since Clark became a dad, he’s become a walking dad stereotype.

34. Meet the robin(sons) - Your and Clark’s daughter, Leia, meet the batboys for the first time.

35. Look Up - Clark, finally, manages to prank you.

36. No boyfriends allowed! - No boy is good enough for Clark’s little girl, at ANY age. When Leia is fifteen, Superman has beef with Robin.

37. Can you leave the room? I need to change. - You prank your husband, Clark Kent, by asking him if he can leave the room so that you can change. Also, you shave your bikini area, much to your husband’s horror.

38. Get you alone - Weeks after having Leia, your self-control snaps and you jump your husband’s bones. SMUT 🌶️

39. The Paradox - A teenager who looks way too much like Clark starts popping in.

40. The Kents that panic together, stay together - Ever since you found out you were pregnant, Clark has been on Nesting-Dad-mode. This skyrockets when you are close to popping, and he even recruits Ma and Pa Kent as they prepare for the birth of their first grandbaby.

41. The beauty of her face was beyond my wildest dreams - Little moments throughout the day that make Superman’s heart fuller than it already is. This includes: Clark seeing Leia in pigtails, talking to her via videocall, seeing his baby wearing his glasses, and you reporting some sort of “bedbug” infestation.

42. “I want my daddy!” - Leia bursts into tears when she sees Superman playing with other kids in the playground.

43. Were you even in the room when Leia was made? - Everyone keeps gushing about how Leia resembles Clark so much. Did she really not inherit anything of yours?

44. Leia’s first holiday! - You and Clark take baby Leia to your first holiday as a family of three, which includes her first time on the beach!

45. You don’t want my germs? - You feed Clark some ice cream, but keep wiping the spoon before scooping some for yourself. He’s very confused, and a bit offended.

46. I saw Mrs. Kent kissing Superman! - Your well-meaning neighbor saw you kissing Superman and tells Clark about it.

47. Hi, honey! - Leia, just a little over a year old, thinks Clark’s name is Honey.

48. To add to the family - Leia is two now. You talk to Clark about having another baby.

49. Superdad to the rescue - The three times Clark rescues you from (1) horrible husband stories on tiktok, (2) being shamed for breastfeeding in public, and (3) being reduced to his housewife by some misogynist coworker.

50. My daddy is Superman! - Leia tells her kindergarten class that her dad is Superman. When mild-mannered reported Clark Kent comes to pick her up, the entire class is disappointed.

51. When did you start pronouncing blueberries correctly? - You and Clark realize how fast time flies when Leia start pronouncing words properly.

52. Clark gets a concussion (and flirts with you miserably) - Superman gets a concussion and forgets about his wife (you) and his daughter.

53. Milk thief - You try to initiate sexy time with Clark by telling him your breasts are clogged. But he’s too oblivious, and insists he doesn’t want to ‘steal’ Leia’s meals.

54. First Father’s Day - Clark couldn’t stop talking about his first Father’s Day card, which you cutely signed as Leia.

55. Not invited - You, Clark, and Leia watched your wedding video. Leia noticed that she wasn’t any in any of the clips. Why wasn’t she invited?

56. We need you here. - When you and Clark were discussing him having to balance his duties as Superman and Clark Kent, he accidentally raised his voice, startling Leia. Leia cried, certain that Dada hates Mama now.

57. Bring your kid to work day! - Clark takes his seven-year-old to work at the Daily Planet.

58. You are your mother’s child - Early into motherhood, you start to feel like you’re not being a good mother to your daughter.

59. Looks like we made it - Clark asked you to go on a date with him one month after you had Leia. You were unsure, insecure and nervous, but Clark showed you how much he loves you. And how you still give him butterflies.

60. Shut up, Mom! - You, Leia, and Jon do the TikTok prank where they yell at you to see how Clark reacts. It’s probably not good to piss off the strongest metahuman on earth. A week later, you prank the kids.

61. My daughter doesn’t fly - Bruce has to watch Leia and Damian for a night. It was doable, until Clark Kent’s daughter started flying around the batcave.

62. Superman is giving out free kisses! - When you, Leia, and your friend get rescued by Superman, your friend kisses him, to your—and Leia’s—utter shock. Years later, you and Clark discover that Leia is just possessive over her parents.

63. Sienna (would look just like you) - You really thought you were pregnant this time.

64. Injustice - You and Clark discovered that there was another universe where you two ended up together. That universe did not exist anymore.

(Part 2) As beautiful as the day I lost you - Superman, from an alternate universe where you and Leia do not survive, learns about this universe. The one where you and Leia are alive, and happy.

65. The rock from Anthropologie - You prank Clark by telling him you bought a “decorative rock” (a rock from your backyard) for $500.

66. Daddy’s got you - After his patrols, Clark comes home to a fussy Leia. He spends time with her and rocks her to sleep, still in his Superman suit.

67. We’re dancing around the kitchen (in the refrigerator light) - One night, while you and Clark were clearing up the kitchen, he heard something new. A new heartbeat.

68. Go and fix the sun - Your daughter had a nightmare that Clark had to go fix the sun and didn’t come back.

69. Superman defenders - You and your daughter are Superman’s biggest defenders. No #SUPERSHIT allowed.

70. Through my fingers - An activity in Leia's preschool: parents, blindfolded, have to identify their daughters by touch alone. You and Clark both recognize Leia easily.

71. Take me back to Smallville - You suddenly get teleported to Smallville…fifteen years ago. You see a teenage Clark Kent, back before everything started.

72. First time being a dad - Clark takes care of you and your newborn so much that you almost forgot it’s his first time being a dad too.

73. Superman and Super Leia are on the case! - During the first trimester of your second pregnancy, you have two superprotectors: your husband and your daughter, who always watch out for you.

74. Clark cheated on you (in your dream) - You dreamt that Clark left you and Leia for someone else. The following night, Clark had a nightmare of his own.

75. Clark, pick me up, I’m scared - After getting your tooth extracted, some guy you don’t recognize (Clark) was trying to get you home. You had to text Clark to pick you up.

76. Happy Halloween! - You and Clark bring Leia to Smallville to experience corn mazes and pumpkin patch. Clark finds out that Leia inherited your love for horror movies.

77. Family of two - Back when you and Clark were dating, you discuss having children. Clark was uncertain that he could give you what you wanted.

78. Sunbathing - Clark and his daughter love the sun.

79. You were all the minutes - Clark started noticing that you were growing older faster than he was. He has to come to terms with it, no matter how painful.

80. Mommy’s bump is here! - Your daughter and Clark both insist that your baby bump was definitely not there the night before!

81. Why is there a naked plumber in our house? - You prank Clark by texting him that a plumber came to the house. Clark is distressed because (1) he didn’t call for the plumber, and (2) this guy (heavily edited) is strolling around your house with his shirt off.

82. Daddy’s home! - One of your daughter’s favorite part of the day is waiting by the porch for her daddy to arrive.

83. Every version of you - You, against Clark’s judgment, meet Superboy for the first time.

84. Supermom? - Pregnant with your second baby, you start (unconsciously) floating, sending Clark and your daughter into a panic.

85. Operation: First Date - Leia goes on her first date. When Clark learns about it, he insists that you both go and spy check up on her.

86. Flowers for you - Moody and pregnant, you accidentally snap at Clark. You decide to buy him flowers, surprise him at the Daily Planet, and ask for forgiveness.

87. Superman spotted…wearing a ring? - Superman gets into another scandal when someone posted a picture of him online wearing what looked like a wedding ring. His PR team (Batman) does damage control.

88. The big surprise - It’s time to tell family and friends that you’re expecting a new baby.

89. All about us - You and Clark are each other’s firsts and onlys. People tell you that being with someone all your life does not allow you to grow. Moving to Metropolis makes you think…does Clark deserve better? Do you?

90. The first heartbeat - A small accident while pregnant sends you to the hospital, where you, Leia, and Clark hear the baby’s heartbeat together.

91. Interview with Daddy - Your daughter has to interview someone for one of her classes. Who better to interview than the Daily Planet journalist, Clark Kent?

92. Leia Kent, certified farmhand - You and Clark bring your daughter to Smallville for the weekend, and Leia is all too happy to help her grandparents around the farm.

93. Kryptonite poisoning - You take care of Clark when he gets kryptonite poisoning. Leia helps too, until she starts getting sick as well.

94. The baby is too heavy! - Clark saw videos of dads lifting their wives’ baby bumps and wanted to try that on you.

95. Just a journalist? - You bring Clark to a work dinner, and he feels out of place, especially when a coworker hints that they are surprised that you married a journalist.

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Am I allowed to eat? 

Summary: You jokingly ask Clark if you are allowed to eat in front of his parents. 

Dad Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

more kent family adventures here!

even more kent family adventures here! (pt 2 of the masterlist)

By the time you were eight months pregnant with Leia, one thing had become very clear to everyone around you: Clark would do absolutely anything for you. 

Which was precisely why the prank had been so tempting.

The prank simply appeared in your mind while sitting at the Kent farmhouse table on one warm afternoon, watching Clark pile food onto your plate for the third time before you’d even fully finished the second helping.

“Honey, you need more potatoes,” he said earnestly, already reaching for the bowl.

“Clark,” you laughed, “I’m still eating.”

“You’re eating for two.”

Ma Kent snorted softly from across the table. “At this point, that baby’s probably ninety percent mashed potatoes.”

Clark looked entirely unashamed. “They will be a very healthy, growing baby.”

You bit back a smile.

That was the thing about Clark during your pregnancy, he hovered.

Did you need water? A pillow? Another blanket? Less blanket? A snack? Different snack? Did your back hurt? Were your feet swollen? Had you rested enough? Too much? Was the baby kicking enough? Too much?

The man treated your pregnancy like the world’s most important mission.

And it made him very, very easy to fluster.

And suddenly, sitting there at the table with Ma and Pa Kent, watching your husband lovingly shovel corn onto your plate like he was personally responsible for feeding both you and the baby, the idea struck.

You looked down at your half-full plate thoughtfully.

Then, very gently, you asked, “Clark… am I allowed to have some more?”

Clark didn’t even look up.

“Of course,” he said immediately, mouth still full, already spooning another helping onto your plate. “You barely ate any! Here, have more chicken too.”

You pressed your lips together. You continued carefully, in the smallest voice you could manage. “Are you sure?”

Clark blinked at you. “Sure about what?”

“That it’s okay for me to eat more?”

Clark stared at you for a long moment. Then looked at your plate. Then at you again.

“…Yes?” He sounded deeply confused.

You nodded solemnly, “Okay,” and resumed eating.

Clark reached for the biscuits.

“You want another one?”

“Yes please.”

“Here you go, my love.” He handed it over immediately.

You sighed as your prank failed, silently waiting for another opportunity.

-

Said opportunity was when Ma Kent brought out dessert.

Her specialty peach cobbler was still warm, the smell filling the kitchen instantly.

“Oh my goodness,” you sighed dramatically. “That smells amazing.”

Ma Kent smiled warmly. “Go on, honey, have some.”

You coached your face to look anxious, worried, then slowly turned toward Clark.

“…Am I allowed?”

The room went silent.

Clark froze with the serving spoon halfway in his hand.

Ma Kent blinked. Pa Kent’s expression changed immediately into a frown.

“Allowed?” Ma Kent repeated.

You looked down shyly. “Well… I just wanted to check first.”

Clark looked like his soul had briefly left his body.

“Why would you…what do you mean allowed?” 

You kept your face perfectly straight. “I didn’t want to upset you.”

“Upset me?” Clark nearly choked. “Why would it upset me?”

Ma Kent’s eyebrows shot up.

Pa Kent set down his fork, slowly and very carefully.

Clark turned toward you so quickly his chair squeaked against the floor.

“Honey, what are you talking about?”

You blinked innocently. “The cobbler.”

“The cobbler…”

“Yes.”

Ma Kent turned to Clark at the same time he looked at you incredulously.

“Clark,” she said carefully, “why would she need permission to eat dessert?”

“I—she doesn’t!” Clark’s brows were furrowed with concern, slowly feeling like he was unnecessarily put on the hot seat. “Why would you need my permission to eat cobbler?!”

You shrugged lightly. “Well, you may not want me to eat any more.”

Ma Kent slowly turned toward her son.

“Clark Joseph Kent.”

Clark’s eyes widened in immediate horror.

“No! No, no, no—Ma, I swear—”

Pa Kent crossed his arms.

Clark looked even more panicked.

“I have literally never stopped her from eating anything in her life! She eats whatever she wants, whenever she wants. I've actually been actively encouraging her to eat more because she sometimes forgets in the afternoon and the doctor said…" He caught himself, and looked back at you. "What is going on?”

You tilted your head. “But maybe you didn’t want me eating cobbler specifically?”

“Why would I not want you to?!”

Clark looked moments away from a full system shutdown.

“Honey,” he said frantically, stumbling over every word, “I have never, not once, told you what you can or can’t eat. Or do. Or wear. Or…anything!”

Ma Kent was now openly suspicious. “Clark…”

“No! Ma, listen to me—I swear, she does whatever she wants! Constantly! Happily! And I support her! Enthusiastically!”

You nodded thoughtfully. “That’s true.”

Clark pointed at you wildly. “See?!”

“But maybe secretly you don’t like how much I eat?”

Clark looked genuinely devastated.

“What?! No, Ma, Pa, listen to me. I’ve never told her not to do anything she wanted! Ever! If anything, she tells me what to do!”

He turned back to his parents, fully distressed now.

“I am not controlling! Right? I’m not controlling.”

Pa Kent finally spoke, voice low. “Son…”

Clark turned toward him in absolute panic. “Pa, I swear to God, I have never denied her anything in my entire life! I don't restrict her eating. I don't restrict ANYTHING! I don't tell her what to do. I would never." Clark's voice had taken on the slightly desperate quality of a man watching a small fire and patting his pockets for something to put it out with. "She has complete autonomy over everything. Every single thing. I've never once told her she couldn't eat or do or–"

"Clark," you said.

“--have anything she wanted, I mean she went through a period in the second trimester where she wanted a very specific brand of crackers at two in the morning and I flew forty minutes to three different stores to find them, I have the receipts, I can show you the receipts–”

“Clark.”

“--and I don't know what this is right now but I need everyone at this table to understand that I am not and have never been–”

“CLARK.”

He stopped his rambling.

He looked at you.

You were smiling. A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

Then suddenly you were laughing so hard you had to hold your stomach.

The entire table stared at you.

“Oh no,” Ma Kent whispered, already realizing.

You wheezed helplessly, tears gathering in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you gasped. “I’m sorry…I was joking.”

Silence.

Clark blinked.

“…What?”

You covered your face, laughing harder. “It was a prank, baby.”

Clark stared. Ma Kent burst into laughter instantly.

Pa Kent leaned back in his chair.

Clark remained frozen. “You…”

“I’m sorry,” you laughed again. “You were just so easy to fluster.”

Clark looked deeply betrayed.

“I thought Pa was about to kill me.”

You grinned at Pa, “He was in on it,” you confessed, remembering how Pa chuckled gruffly when you told him about your plan.

Clark dropped back into his chair dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest.

“I cannot believe you.”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek sweetly.

“I’m sorry I scared you, honey. You're a wonderful husband," you said. "Why do you still have the receipts?"

He put his arm around you, and you could feel him giving up on the wounded dignity, the whole structure of it just gently collapsing.

"Souvenirs," he said again, quieter, “I didn’t want to forget anything about your pregnancy. And so that I could show our baby that I would do anything for them.”

You smiled at him, cupping his cheek tenderly before giving him a kiss. Clark turned pink.

"Forty minutes,” he reminded you, “Three stores."

"I know."

"In the rain."

"It wasn't raining."

"It was drizzling." Clark sighed deeply. 

You laughed, then immediately reached for the cobbler.

Clark instinctively grabbed the serving spoon and loaded a giant portion onto your plate.

Everyone at the table burst into laughter again.

Clark looked around defensively.

“What? She’s eating for two.”

-

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I always had a vision

Summary: Seeing Clark dancing with your children in the kitchen made you think back to a teenage Clark dancing in your kitchen years ago.

Dad Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

more kent family adventures here!

even more kent family adventures here! (pt 2 of the masterlist)

On a weekend morning, you slowly woke to an empty bed. You stayed curled beneath the blankets, listening.

The house was alive. There was a collection of small sounds: the low knock of a pan on the stovetop, the refrigerator opening and closing, and underneath all of it, voices. Clark’s, low and unhurried. Leia’s, higher and quicker, with the bright clipped energy she ran on in the mornings. And Jon’s, which was mostly sound effects at this hour, commentary on whatever was happening around him delivered in a running murmur that didn't really require a response. 

And underneath it all was the sound of old music.

The kind Clark liked to put on during lazy mornings.

You pushed yourself upright carefully, still wrapped in sleep, and padded quietly toward the kitchen.

The moment you stepped into the hallway, the smell hit you first.

Pancakes, coffee, bacon.

Clark stood at the stove shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, a dish towel thrown over one shoulder. Morning sunlight poured through the kitchen windows, painting gold across his skin.

Leia stood on a chair beside him, enthusiastically stirring pancake batter far more aggressively than necessary.

Jon sat on the counter in tiny Superman pajamas, kicking his feet while holding a strawberry in both hands.

And Clark…Clark was dancing.

Just little movements to the music while flipping pancakes, swaying his hips dramatically enough to make both kids dissolve into laughter.

"Daddy!" Leia squealed. "Do the spin again!"

Clark grinned immediately. "Oh, you want the spin?"

"Yes!"

Jon bounced excitedly. "Spin! Spin!"

Clark grabbed the spatula like a microphone and did an exaggerated turn across the kitchen floor.

Leia laughed so hard she nearly lost control of the mixing bowl. Jon practically collapsed against the counter in hysterics.

You leaned silently against the doorway, watching them.

You loved them so much.

Clark turned during one of his ridiculous spins and spotted you standing in the doorway.

His eyes lifted immediately, finding you there in the doorway with sleepy hair and his shirt hanging loosely off your frame.

And the second he saw your face, his expression softened completely.

"Morning, mommy," Clark said gently.

Leia whipped around. "Mommy!"

Jon gasped dramatically. "Mommy awake!"

Both kids launched themselves toward you instantly.

You barely had time to brace yourself before Leia wrapped around your waist and Jon crashed directly into your legs with all the force a three-year-old could muster.

"Good morning, my babies," you laughed softly, kissing the tops of their heads.

Clark crossed the kitchen toward you, still smiling.

He leaned down and kissed you slowly, warm from the stove and smelling faintly like syrup and coffee.

"Happy Sunday," he murmured against your lips.

For one brief moment, standing there watching Clark barefoot in the kitchen, dancing with your children in the morning light, you were seventeen again.

-

The kitchen had been much smaller back then.

Older cabinets, scratched countertops, and summer air drifting lazily through the open windows.

Clark stood in your childhood kitchen wearing a Smallville High football shirt and jeans, attempting to make grilled cheese while music played softly from the radio.

You sat at the counter pretending to do homework while secretly watching him instead.

He was dancing then too.

Just little movements.

A sway of his shoulders while flipping sandwiches. A small spin when he thought you weren’t looking.

Hopelessly endearing.

You remembered staring at him so openly that eventually he noticed.

Clark looked over his shoulder, catching you smiling at him.

"What?" he asked shyly.

You shrugged.

"Nothing."

His ears turned pink immediately. "You’re staring."

"Maybe I like staring at you."

That only made him blush harder.

Teenage Clark Kent had never known what to do with compliments.

He looked down at the pan, trying and failing to hide his smile.

You watched him for another quiet moment before speaking softly.

"You know what I was thinking?"

Clark glanced up again. "What?"

You smiled faintly. You didn't answer right away. Outside the kitchen window the neighbor's dog was barking at something, and the refrigerator hummed, and Clark waited patiently. 

"Maybe many years from now… we’ll still be doing this."

He frowned slightly. "Making grilled cheese?"

You laughed. "No, silly. Dancing in the kitchen."

Clark’s expression softened.

You continued quietly, almost embarrassed by your own honesty. "Except maybe someday… there’ll be kids running around too."

The room went still.

His voice turned shy when he asked, "Is that what you want?"

He was looking at you with the serious attention he gave to things that mattered to him, and his ears had gone slightly pink, and he was still holding the spatula, and he was seventeen years old and already the person you were completely certain about, which was a terrifying thing to be certain about at your age. 

Your heart pounded.

Because even then, so young and so uncertain, you knew what you wanted when you looked at him.

"Yes," you admitted softly. "I think so. Is that weird?"

"No," he said, very quickly. And then, slower, "No. I just..." He looked down at the pan, then back at you. "I want that too. I think. I've thought about it."

"You have?"

"I mean." He set the spatula down. "Yeah."

Clark stared at you for a second longer.

Then he smiled.

You leaned across the counter and kissed him.

-

"Mommy?" 

Leia’s voice pulled you gently back to the present.

You blinked, the memory fading softly into the warm kitchen around you.

Clark stood in front of you now instead of the one from seventeen years ago.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

You smiled. "Yeah."

Clark studied your face for a moment like he could tell you’d gone somewhere far away. "What?"

You shook your head softly, emotion swelling unexpectedly in your chest.

"I was just remembering something."

Leia tugged your hand immediately. "Daddy did the spin!"

Jon nodded enthusiastically. "Very silly."

Clark gasped in mock offense. "Excuse me. It was an excellent spin."

"It was not," Leia informed him.

You laughed softly.

Then you looked around the kitchen again.

Pancake batter splattered on the counter. Jon’s sticky strawberry hands. Leia’s bright grin. Clark standing in the middle of it all with messy hair and flour dusted across his chest.

Clark stepped closer, slipping an arm around your waist.

"What was the memory?" he asked softly.

You looked up at him.

"Do you remember making grilled cheese in my kitchen when we were teenagers?"

Clark smiled instantly. "I was always making grilled cheese in your kitchen. And you were always staring."

"You noticed?"

"You weren’t subtle."

Leia groaned dramatically. "Ewwww."

Jon copied her immediately. "Ewwww."

You laughed. Clark grinned against your hair before kissing your temple. You whispered into his chest, "You gave me exactly the life I dreamed about." 

Then quietly, so only you could hear, he murmured, "You gave me mine." 

"I love you," he said, looking into your eyes. "I love you so much."

"I know," you said. "I love you too."

"Like a really embarrassing amount."

"I know that too."

You barely had time to register that he took your hand and spun you once in the small space between the table and the counter. And then he dipped you.

One steady arm behind your back, the other hand holding yours, your hair falling, the ceiling spinning.

You laughed, loud and unguarded, the kind that came from being caught completely off guard by someone you had known for all your life.

He leaned and kissed you, smiling against your mouth.

From the table there was a sound. Two sounds, actually. Overlapping.

"OOOOOH," said Jon.

"EW," said Leia, which was immediately followed by, "Wait, do it again."

Clark brought you back up, and you were still laughing, your hands on his arms to steady yourself, and you turned to find both of your children running to you.

Jon arrived first, attaching himself to Clark's leg with both arms and looking up with the expression of someone who wanted very badly to be included in whatever was happening.

"Me," he said. "Me, me, do me!"

Clark reached down and scooped him up in one arm, easy, and Jon grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him loudly on the cheek and then looked at you and did the same thing, grabbing your face, kissing your cheek, enormously pleased with himself.

Leia wrapped her arms around your waist and squeezed with a grip that was surprisingly strong for her age, her face pressed against your side.

You put your arm around her.

Clark looked at you over the tops of their heads, Jon still attached to his arm chattering something about wanting to be dipped too, and the expression on his face was so full it was almost difficult to look at directly.

Years ago, you’d imagined dancing in kitchens together someday with children laughing nearby.

Somehow, you always had the vision of you and him standing like this.

-

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Clark instantly dreading the thought of his baby crying due to getting her ears pierced is the cutest thing he loves his little star so much :’)

clark kent, the most powerful (super)man on earth, watching someone stab his daughter (she is getting her ears pierced):

and this was leia trying to calm him down:

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have you ever thought about updating journeys end in lovers meeting on ao3?

omg i honestly almost forgot about this fic!! this was way before i started kent family adventures

so TYSM for reminding me op and i will get to writing it...soon... i promise 🫣🫣🫣

journeys end in lovers meeting

chapter i. You are Clark’s best friend, and you may have been in love with him since you were sixteen. You love him enough – probably too much – that you decide to let him go and forget you. warnings: Childhood friends, yearning, unrequited love, clark x lois, hurt/no comfort, childhood bestfriend!reader, memory erasure chapter ii. Clark believes that the apartment unit across from his is haunted. warnings: some horror elements, haunting chapter iii. in progress

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jon with his gummy bears 😂

i just know he's at that age where everything is edible. auntie kara once gave him a "space candy" and jonny swallowed it and said, "yummy!!"

clark: kara, what did you feed him??

kara: a stone from your backyard :D

jon: yummy!!

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leia wanting to sit on her daddy’s lap ughh she’s just a babyyyyy 😩❤️❤️❤️

forever her daddy's girl! but she was also like... if daddy doesn't sit down, he might faint!! lmao

i imagine that if leia was way younger when she got her ears pierced, like < 1 year or even a toddler, clark would be full on crying!! :(

leia just starts to pout her little lips and he goes, "that's ENOUGH!! can't you see you're hurting her???"

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You patted his head. "Nobody asked you to get yours done.

"Just so you know, mommy," he said.

this was so funny 😂 😂

i was also giggling while writing this hehe, like... just an FYI mommy...i don't want my ears pierced!

tysm for reading Disaster at Claire’s op! <3

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Disaster at Claire’s

Summary: When your daughter asks to get her ears pierced, Clark reluctantly agrees. The visit to Claire’s becomes awkward when your daughter’s Kryptonian earlobes destroy one piercing gun after another.

Dad Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

more kent family adventures here!

even more kent family adventures here! (pt 2 of the masterlist)

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You were standing at the mirror when Leia appeared in the doorway.

She did this sometimes, materialized silently in the frame like she'd been there for a while and was simply waiting for the right moment to make herself known. You had no idea where she got it from. Clark announced himself everywhere he went, always knocking even on open doors, clearing his throat, and saying your name before he spoke. Leia had apparently skipped that entirely.

"Where are you going, mommy?" she asked.

"Daddy's taking me to dinner." You held an earring up to your ear, checked it, put it back. "Just the two of us."

She tilted her head. "Who's staying with us?"

"Mama Kent. She's bringing pie."

"Yes!" she exclaimed. Leia pushed off the doorframe and wandered into the room, stepping over a small pile of Jon's things, and came to stand beside you at the mirror. She watched you for a moment, chin level with the edge of the dresser, studying your hands.

Behind her, on the bed, Jon was lying on his stomach making two toy cars have a conversation with each other. The conversation appeared to be an argument. He was providing both voices.

"Can I see?" Leia asked.

You held the earring out to her. She took it carefully, turned it over, held it up to her own ear the way she'd seen you do. In the mirror, she tilted her head.

"I want earrings," she said.

"Your ears aren't pierced, baby girl."

She lowered her hand and looked at the earring. Looked at you.

"Can I try yours anyway?"

You looked at the small collection on the dresser. Some of them were clip-ons you'd had for years, as they were easier for traveling, and for evenings when you didn't want anything permanent. You picked up a pair, small gold hoops, light enough that she wouldn't feel them pulling.

"Here," you said. "Come here."

She stood very still while you fitted them on. Jon's cars paused their argument behind you.

"Mommy, what are you doing with Leia’s ears?" Jon asked.

"I'm just trying the earrings," Leia said.

"Oh." Jon turned back to his cars.

You stepped back. Leia looked at herself in the mirror for a long time. She turned her head one way, then the other. She lifted her chin slightly. 

"What do you think?" you asked.

"I think," she said, "that I need real ones."

-

That evening, Clark kissed you at the door, said goodbye to Ma Kent, crouched down to Jon who immediately wrapped both arms around his neck and had to be gently detached, and then looked at Leia, who was standing in the hallway wearing the clip-on earrings and her most composed expression.

"Nice earrings, little star," Clark said.

"I borrowed them," Leia said. "Mommy said I could."

"They look good."

She nodded, "Thank you, daddy!"

Clark glanced up at you over her head. You smiled. He stood, offered you his arm, and you went.

The restaurant was the kind of place that was quiet without being hushed, warm lighting, tables far enough apart that you could actually talk. You were somewhere between the appetizers and the main course when you brought it up.

"So," you said. "Leia wants to get her ears pierced."

Clark looked up from his glass.

"She tried on my clip-ons tonight," you said. "She was very serious about them."

He was quiet for a moment, turning this over. "How serious?"

"You saw her. She wore them to say goodbye to you."

He made a small sound that was almost a laugh. "Yeah." He set his glass down. "I mean. If she wants to."

"You hesitated."

"I didn't hesitate."

"Clark. I have known you for a very long time."

He was quiet again. A different quiet this time. He turned his fork over once against the tablecloth, a small fidgeting gesture he made when he was working out how to say something.

"She's going to cry," he said finally.

You looked at him.

"When they do it. She's going to cry." He said it plainly, like a man stating a fact he had already sat with and did not like.

"She acts tough and she'll probably pretend she knew it was going to hurt and it'll be fine afterward, but there's going to be a moment and she's going to cry and I just." He stopped. Picked up the fork again. Put it down. "I've never been good at that. You know I've never been good at that."

You did know. You had always known.

It was one of the things that had made you love him early and kept you loving him since, this man who could stop a freight train and who fell completely to pieces when his daughter cried.

"She's going to be okay," you said.

"I know she's going to be okay."

"It's a few seconds. They're fast about it."

"I know."

"And she'll be so proud of herself after. You know how she gets when she does something hard."

He did know. You could see him knowing it, that particular smile that came when he thought about Leia specifically, soft and helpless and a little bit undone.

"She really likes the earrings," you said.

He laughed then, properly. "Yeah."

"She's ready."

He looked at you across the table. The restaurant was warm and quiet around you and he had that expression he sometimes got, the open one, the one that wasn't for anyone else.

"How are you always so calm about everything?" he asked.

"I'm not calm about everything. I'm calm about this one because it's going to be fine."

"And if she cries."

"Then she cries, and we're both right there, and then it's over and she has earrings and she will absolutely not admit it hurt." You tilted your head. "And you can hold her hand the whole time if you need to."

"I don't need to hold her hand."

"Clark."

He picked up his glass. "I might hold her hand."

"I know you will."

He shook his head, looking down, smiling to himself. You reached across the table and put your hand over his and he turned his palm up immediately, a reflex, fingers closing around yours.

"We're really doing this," he said.

"She's seven. It's earrings."

"I know what it is."

"Do you?"

"It's earrings," he said. "I know it's earrings."

He said it like he also knew it was other things, all the other things that earrings meant when your daughter stood in front of a mirror and practiced being who she was going to be. You squeezed his hand.

He squeezed back.

-

Claire's was exactly what it always was. There were displays of earrings and hair clips and tiny tubes of glitter arranged in rows that went all the way to the ceiling, pop music coming through the speakers, and small girls pressing their faces against the jewelry cases while their parents stood behind them looking either indulgent or mildly overwhelmed.

Jon walked in and stopped. He turned a full slow circle, taking in the entirety of it.

"There's so much stuff!" he exclaimed.

"There really is," Clark agreed.

Leia was not interested in the stuff. She had been thinking about this since the moment you'd told her, you could tell, and she walked straight to the counter.

The girl behind the counter was young, cheerful, and very practiced. She had several piercings of her own up each ear, which seemed like a good sign. She smiled at Leia and pulled out the folder of stud options and Leia studied it seriously, brow slightly furrowed.

"These ones," she said, pointing. Small gold stars.

Of course.

Clark was standing beside you. You glanced over.

He was fine. He looked fine. He was smiling when Leia looked back at him.

But you noticed that he had his arms folded across his chest, which he did when he needed something to do with his hands.

Leia noticed too. She was up on the stool now, the counter height adjusted, and she was looking at the mirror while the piercer marked the spots on her ears with a small purple marker. 

She watched her dad. His folded arms. The very controlled expression. The way his eyes were tracking the piercer's hands with an attention he was trying to make look casual.

"Daddy," she said. "Will you sit with me?"

"Of course," he said. "I'll be right here."

"No." She tugged his hand, leading him toward the chair. "I mean can I sit on your lap?"

He looked at her.

"I want to," she said, in a tone that was completely sincere and also somehow, gently, left no room for argument.

A pause.

"Okay," he said.

The piercer stepped back accommodatingly while Clark settled onto the stool and Leia climbed into his lap, arranging herself with the practicality of a child who has sat on this particular person her entire life and knows exactly how to fit. She leaned back against his chest. Clark's arms came around her, loosely, and you watched some of the tension go out of his shoulders just from that.

Leia looked straight ahead at the mirror.

She was doing it for him. You were absolutely certain she was doing it for him, and you were equally certain she would never say so.

You stood to the side with Jon, who was eating a gummy bear he had produced from his jacket pocket.

"Does it hurt a lot?" he asked you, at a volume slightly too loud for the space.

"Just for a second," you said.

"Oh." He thought about this. "I don't want mine done."

You patted his head. "Nobody asked you to get yours done."

"Just so you know, mommy," he said.

-

The piercer was good. She was efficient, reassuring, and talked Leia through each step in a cheerful matter-of-fact way. She showed her the earrings, confirmed the placement, and picked up the piercing gun.

Clark went slightly pale. Just a degree or two of color leaving his face, almost imperceptible if you didn't know what to look for. There was also the small matter of the sweat at his temple, which was new, because Clark did not sweat. His body temperature ran warmer than a regular person's and he had always been essentially impervious to physical discomfort, which meant that the sweat currently making a quiet appearance at his hairline was entirely psychological in origin.

He was gripping Leia very gently.

Leia reached up and gripped his arm.

The piercer positioned the gun at Leia's left ear.

You held your breath.

The piercer squeezed the handle.

There was a sharp plastic crack, completely wrong sounding, and the piercer pulled back and looked at the gun in her hand with an expression of puzzlement. Something had snapped. The mechanism, some internal piece, just gone.

"Oh," she said. "That's never happened before. I'm so sorry, give me one second."

She went to get another gun.

Clark met your eyes over the top of Leia's head.

You looked at each other.

Leia was sitting very still.

The piercer came back with the second gun, inspected it, confirmed it was fine, positioned it at Leia's ear.

Squeezed.

The same sound. Louder this time. A definitive mechanical failure, something inside it just giving up entirely, and the piercer actually said “oh my goodness” under her breath and stepped back and looked at the gun like it had personally offended her.

Jon stopped chewing his gummy bear.

The silence in that small corner of the store lasted approximately three seconds.

You looked at Clark. Clark looked at you.

His expression showed a dawning recognition, a conclusion he had just arrived at and very much wished he hadn't.

You had arrived at the same conclusion.

You looked at Leia.

Leia was looking at the broken gun with a small, uncertain frown. She looked up at the piercer, who was apologizing profusely and saying something about a supplier issue, and then she looked at you.

"Mommy," she said slowly, "why did it break?"

"You know what," you said, with the brightness of someone making a decision very quickly, "let's talk about that in the car."

"But…"

"Clark, can you get Jon?"

Clark already had Jon. He had moved with the quiet efficiency, gathering Jon up, smiling at the piercer.

"We are so sorry," he said, with great sincerity. "Please don't worry about the guns. We'll figure something else out."

"We'll pay for those," you added.

"We're very sorry," Clark said again, from several feet closer to the door.

The piercer was still holding the guns.

Leia went with you, but with her eyes still on the broken guns, and the small gold star earrings still sitting in their little tray, unpierced.

Jon, who had been watching all of this carefully, pointed at the broken equipment and said "did Leia do that?" at a volume that carried easily across the store and possibly to the neighboring stores. 

-

You walked a short distance and stopped near a bench.

Leia stood in front of you both with her arms folded.

"Okay," she said. "Why did it break?"

Clark crouched down to her level. He had recovered his color. He looked at her with the straightforward, honest expression he always used with her, because he had never been able to bring himself to be anything less than straight with Leia and she had always somehow known it.

"You know how Daddy is a little bit different," he said.

Leia nodded.

"You and Jon are both a little bit the same kind of different," he said carefully. "We've talked about that."

She looked back at him. "My ear broke the gun."

"We think so. Yes."

She stood with this for a moment.

Jon, who had been listening with his gummy bear suspended halfway to his mouth, said, "Leia's ear is strong."

"Apparently," Clark said.

"Is my ear strong?"

You shrugged, "Probably."

Jon considered this. "Cool," he decided, and ate the gummy bear.

Leia had not moved. She was doing the thinking thing, the processing thing, working through it methodically. Then she looked up at Clark and asked, "Does that mean I can't get them pierced?"

Clark opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked up at you.

You looked back at him. Because honestly, you weren't sure. "We'll figure it out," you said, because it was true and also the only thing you had.

Leia looked at you steadily. "Promise?"

"Promise."

She unfolded her arms. Looked down at her shoes for a moment. Looked back up.

"I thought Daddy was going to pass out," she said.

Clark made a sound. "I was not going to pass out."

"You were very white."

"I was concerned."

"About the piercing gun."

"About you."

"The gun broke," she said. "Not me."

"I know that now."

Then she looked up.

"Auntie Kara has earrings," she said.

You waited.

"She has many holes in one ear," Leia continued, "I've seen them. So it can work on her. Her skin is like mine."

This was, you had to admit, fairly solid seven-year-old logic.

"Mmhm," you said, carefully.

"So maybe she could do it." Leia looked at Clark. "Like, she would know how. She could probably figure it out."

There was a pause. Clark's expression had gone through several things in the space of about four seconds. You watched the expressions pass across his face: consideration, the brief and honest acknowledgment that this was not an entirely unreasonable suggestion, and then something else, something more specific, that settled in and stayed.

"No," he said.

Leia blinked. "Why not?"

"Because it's Aunt Kara."

"She's really good at–"

"Leia." Clark said it gently but with a particular finality. "You know I love your aunt."

"I know."

"She is one of my favorite people on this earth."

"I know, Daddy."

"But she once tried to teach you to fly by throwing you into the air to see if your instincts would kick in. You were two."

Leia opened her mouth.

"She convinced Jon that he could eat a rock because technically Kryptonians can," Clark continued, in the same measured tone.

"I did eat it," Jon said helpfully. "It was fine."

"That is not the point, Jon."

"She also," you added, "pierced her own fourth hole with a Kryptonian shard she found in a field and sent us a photo of it at eleven pm on a Wednesday."

Leia appeared to be weighing all of this. "She did heal really fast though," she said.

"Leia."

"I'm just saying."

"The answer is no," Clark said. "Absolutely not. We will find another way. A proper way. With someone who knows what they're doing and has the right equipment and is not your Aunt Kara operating on a shard she found in a field."

Leia looked at you.

You held up both hands. "I'm with your father on this one."

She exhaled through her nose, very controlled, very dignified, very seven years old.

"Fine," she said. "But I'm still getting earrings."

"You are absolutely still getting earrings," Clark said.

"Soon."

"We will figure it out soon."

She nodded, accepting this for now, and fell into step beside him as you all started walking. After a moment she reached up and took his hand, not asking, just taking it, and Clark's fingers closed around hers immediately, without thought.

Jon skipped ahead two steps and then turned around walking backwards to look at you.

"Can we get food?" he asked.

"Yes," you said.

"From the place with the pretzels?" Leia and Jon asked excitedly.

"Sure!"

-

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This mother’s day

Summary: Mother’s days are always amazing, and Clark only keeps making them better year after year. Breakfast in bed and impromptu beach trips.

Dad Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

more kent family adventures here!

even more kent family adventures here! (pt 2 of the masterlist)

WE ARE SO BACK!!

You woke up to the absence of a heavy arm around you, and the smell of something warm and buttery drifting under the bedroom door. You hummed sleepily before rolling over and burying your face deeper into the pillow.

You knew what day it was. You had known since last night, when you caught Jon attempting to whisper something to Clark in the hallway and failing spectacularly at it, his voice carrying clear down the whole upstairs corridor. "Daddy, Daddy, is it Mommy’s day yet?"

So you stayed in bed and kept your eyes closed.

Downstairs, Clark stood at the stove with one eye on the eggs and one eye on Jon, who was sitting on the counter, pressing both fists into a lump of playdough that was supposed to be, apparently, a flower. There was flour on his cheek. There was also flour on the ceiling, and Clark had decided not to investigate how it got there.

"Is it good?" Jon asked, holding up what appeared to be a flat, vaguely circular blob.

"It's perfect, buddy."

At the kitchen table, Leia was bent so close over her piece of paper that her nose was nearly touching it. Two cards were already finished and lined up in a row. The first had a drawing of four of you standing in front of the house, stick figures with wild crayon hair. The second had a poem she had copied and then decorated with many hand-drawn hearts and stars. Now she was making a third.

"Leia," Clark said gently. "More cards?"

"Yes, daddy," she said, without looking up. “But this one is different."

"How is it different?"

"The other two are from you, me, and Jon. This one is just from me."

Clark shrugged and turned back to the eggs.

Jon slid off the counter, landing with a thud, and padded over to look at his sister's work. "Pretty," he announced, patting her hair with a floury hand, leaving a small white print. Leia looked at him carefully, and decided to let it go.

"Okay," Clark said, sliding the eggs onto the plate and turning off the stove. "We’re ready to go.”

"I carry the tray, Daddy!" Jon was already running toward the counter, arms up, reaching.

"Jon…"

"I carry it. I'm big."

Clark crouched down to his level. Jon's face was serious, the same look he got when he was trying to put his own shoes on.

"Okay," Clark said. "You carry it. But I'm going to put my hands right here, just in case."

Jon nodded. "Okay. But I'm really carrying it."

"You're really carrying it."

"You're just helping a little bit."

"Just a little bit."

-

You heard them coming up the stairs.

You heard Jon's voice, hushed with great effort and not quite succeeding, saying "shhh, shhh, shhh" the whole way up. You heard Leia whisper "I know, I'm being quiet." You heard the low, warm sound of Clark murmuring something to Jon about the tray, steady and careful.

You closed your eyes and kept your breathing slow.

The door creaked open.

"She's sleeping," Jon whispered, at full volume.

"Jon," Leia whispered back.

"Mommy’s sleeping, we have to be quiet."

"I know, you have to be quiet."

"I am being quiet."

You bit the inside of your cheek.

"Okay," Clark said softly, "nice and easy, let's put it right here."

There was a careful shuffling, the soft thump of the tray settling on the nightstand, and then a long pause. You could feel all three of them looking at you.

And then Jon, unable to contain himself for even one more second, climbed up onto the bed, crawled across the mattress on all fours, and put both hands on your face.

"Mommy. Mommy, wake up. Mommy."

You opened your eyes.

His face was inches from yours, wide-eyed and beaming, flour still on his cheek. "HAPPY MOMMY’S DAY!" he shouted, and then immediately looked at Leia, silently telling her that it was her cue.

"Happy Mother's Day, Mommy," Leia said, and she was trying to sound calm and grown-up about it but her smile was giving her away completely. She climbed up on the other side and laid the stack of cards in your lap. "We made you cards. We couldn't pick the best one, so you get all of them. There are three."

"Three of them?” You asked.

"The third one is just from me."

You looked at Clark, who was standing in the doorway with a quiet expression he got on mornings like this, leaning against the frame, watching. He smiled at you.

"Come here," you said.

He came and sat on the edge of the bed, and you looked at the tray: eggs, toast, a small glass of orange juice, and a slightly crushed flower that might have come from the backyard, sitting in a cup of water. Jon immediately pointed at the flower.

"I picked it," he said.

"It's beautiful, Jonny bear."

"I know." He crawled into your lap and settled there, tucking his head under your chin.

You looked through the cards one by one while Leia watched your face carefully, tracking your reaction to each one. The drawing of the family. The poem with the hearts and stars. And then the last one, the one just from her. It was simpler than the others. On the front she had drawn what looked to be a portrait of you, and inside she had written “My mommy is the prettiest mom in the world. She gives great kisses and hugs”.

You held it for a moment.

"Did you like it?" Leia asked.

"I love it," you said. "Come here."

She leaned in and you kissed the top of her head, and Jon, not wanting to be left out, tilted his face up toward you too, so you kissed his forehead as well, and he made a satisfied sound and burrowed closer.

You ate your breakfast in bed with Jon in your lap, Leia leaning against your shoulder flipping back through her own cards to point out details you might have missed, and Clark beside you, his arm easy and familiar around your back. The sun came through the curtains slow and golden. Jon fell almost back asleep against your chest. Leia eventually settled too, curled into your side with her eyes drooping, still holding the crayon drawing of the four of you in front of the house.

Clark pressed a kiss to your temple.

You stayed like that for a long time.

Later, after the slow untangling of limbs and the transferring of a drowsy Jon to the couch with a blanket, after Leia had gone to find her book, you and Clark stood at the kitchen sink together doing the breakfast dishes.

You were handing him the pan when he set it aside, turned toward you, and kissed you, warm and unhurried.

When he pulled back, he stayed close. His forehead almost touching yours. And then he turned his head slightly, lips near your ear, and whispered, "I don't know what I did to deserve this. Any of it. I want you to know that I know that. I'm so happy. I'm so grateful for you."

You closed your eyes.

You had heard him say it before. Last Mother's Day, standing almost exactly here, the sun coming through this same window. And the Mother's Day before that, when Jon was still a baby and Leia had carried the card downstairs herself, enormously proud. And the first one, years ago, when it was just the three of you and everything felt new and a little terrifying and he had looked at you like you had given him everything.

Every year. The same words, more or less. Like a thing he needed to say and you needed to hear, a ritual that belonged to both of you now.

You leaned into him. His arms came around you.

Outside, you could hear Leia's voice drifting in from the other room, narrating something to herself, and the occasional soft sound of Jon on the couch, not quite asleep.

Clark would say it again next year. And the year after that. For all the years to come, as many as you had, he would find you somewhere ordinary and say it like he meant it, because he did, because that was who he was.

You thought about the cards on the nightstand upstairs. The flower that Jon picked.

You tilted your head up and kissed him again, soft and slow.

"I know," you said quietly. "Me too."

-

“So,” Clark started, leaning against the counter and folding his arms. "The kids have never seen the Atlantic."

You looked at him.

"It's a nice day on the coast," he said. "I checked."

"You checked."

"Cape Hatteras is seventy-three degrees right now."

"Of course you know that."

"Light wind. Almost no cloud cover." He tilted his head slightly. "Two hours by car. Approximately four minutes the other way."

From the living room, as if on cue, Jon's voice drifted in. "Daddy, are we doing something fun?"

Clark raised his eyebrows at you. You dried your hands on the dish towel.

"If I get sand in places I don't want sand," you said, "that's on you."

Clark smiled. "I'll take full responsibility."

"You always say that."

"And I always mean it."

When you told the kids, Jon fell off the couch. He rolled onto the floor and immediately jumped up with his arms in the air like it didn't happen. "BEACH!"

Leia gasped, grabbed your arm with both hands, and shook it. "Are we actually going or is this a maybe?"

"We're actually going."

She let go of your arm and turned to Jon. "We're actually going."

Jon, who had been spinning in a circle, stopped spinning. "BEACH," he said again, with renewed emphasis.

Clark was already carrying a bag from somewhere with everything already in it, and you squinted at it with suspicion.

"Did you pack this already?"

"I had a feeling."

"Clark."

"You were always going to say yes."

You had absolutely been always going to say yes.

-

Jon, it turned out, had opinions about altitude that he had not previously had the opportunity to express. Specifically, he wanted to see. He kept craning around in Clark's arm trying to look down, saying "whoa" in a very small voice, over and over. "Whoa. Whoa, Daddy. Whoa."

"I see it, buddy."

"That's tiny."

"That's a farm."

"It's tiny."

"We're very high up."

Jon considered this for a moment, looking down at the tiny farm. "Cool," he decided, and relaxed against Clark's shoulder.

Leia, tucked against your side with her hair absolutely everywhere despite the ponytail she'd started with, pointed at a river below them and said "what's that" and then before you could answer pointed at something else and said "what's that." You gave up trying to answer in sequence and just held her and let Clark handle the navigation.

Four minutes. He had said four minutes and he had not been lying, which was somehow the most Clark Kent thing about the whole situation. The landscape shifted, and the light changed, and then there was a long blue line on the horizon that got wider as you dropped lower, and the air tasted different all at once, salt and openness, and Jon lifted his head off Clark's shoulder and said, very quietly, "Water."

"That's the ocean," Clark told him.

Jon stared at it. "It's big," he said.

"It's very big."

"Is it the biggest?"

"It's one of the biggest." You told him.

Jon stared at it for another long moment. "Okay," he said, in the tone of someone filing this information away carefully.

-

Clark set you all down in a quieter stretch of beach, easy and gentle, the sand pale and wide and the waves rolling in slow. It was a gorgeous day. Seventy-three degrees, just like he'd said, and you hated a little bit how right he always was about things like that.

"I need to change," you said, taking the bag from him. You had grabbed a change of clothes in the rush before leaving. "You've got them?"

Clark looked at the children. Jon was already sitting down in the dry sand, pressing both hands into it with an expression of deep interest. Leia had taken her shoes off and was walking toward the waterline.

"I've got them," Clark said.

You headed up toward the public changing areas, which were not far. The walk took maybe five minutes. The changing took another five.

When you came back, following the path back down toward the beach, you heard Leia before you saw them.

"Again!" she was saying. "Do it again!"

You came around the low dune and stopped.

Clark was standing in the sand with his shirt and shoes off, and as you watched, he planted his hands and went into a cartwheel. Clean, easy, unhurried, a full rotation with his legs straight in the air before he landed back on his feet.

Leia and Jon were watching him with identical expressions of absolute wonder.

You stood very still. You did not want to interrupt this.

"AGAIN," Jon said.

Clark did it again.

"Okay," Leia said, with the gravity of someone accepting a challenge. "I'm going to do that."

"Alright, sweetie." Clark nodded, hands on his hips, "Do you want me to show you how to–"

"I know how."

Leia did not know how. Both hands went down, she got one leg up, and then the whole thing just sort of listed sideways and she went into the sand shoulder-first, rolling to a stop and ending up on her back looking at the sky.

There was a pause.

"I meant to do that," she said.

"Absolutely," Clark agreed.

Jon, who had been watching Leia, decided he had learned enough. He stepped forward, bent down, put his hands in the sand, and then simply fell directly onto his face.

Not a cartwheel. Not even an attempt at a cartwheel. Just a small determined boy tipping forward and going down.

The sound he made on impact was mostly just surprised.

The laugh came out of you before you could do anything about it. You were laughing properly now, and Clark turned toward the sound of you and saw you standing there, and the smile that crossed his face was wide and completely unguarded.

Jon pushed himself up from the sand. He had it on his nose, his chin, both cheeks. He looked at his hands. He looked at Leia. He looked at Clark.

"I did it," he said.

"You really did," Clark said.

Leia sat up with sand in her hair and pointed at you. "Mommy was watching!"

"I know," Clark said. "I heard her laughing from over there."

"I wasn't laughing," you said, walking toward them and absolutely still laughing.

"You were," Leia said. "It's okay. I'm going to do it for real next time." She stood up and brushed sand off her arms. "I was just warming up."

Jon was still sitting where he'd fallen. He looked up at you as you reached them and held both arms up, the universal signal.

You crouched down and picked him up, sand and all.

"Did you do a cartwheel?" you asked him.

"Yes," he said.

"It was very good."

"I know."

He put his sandy head on your shoulder, already losing interest in cartwheels now that the ocean was right there, and pointed toward the water. "Can we go?"

"Yeah, baby. We can go."

-

Hours later, Clark brought his family home. He carried Jon upstairs and got him into dry clothes, somehow without waking him. Jon stirred once, muttered something that might have been "ocean," and went back under.

Leia was tired but fighting it, operating on the seven-year-old principle that sleep was something that happened to other people. She sat on the bed wrapped in a towel and accepted the cup of warm apple juice Clark brought her and watched you with the expression she sometimes got, the thinking one, where you could almost see something turning over behind her eyes.

"Mommy," she said.

"Yeah, little star?"

She looked at Clark. Something passed between them.

Clark set his own cup down. "Actually," he said, "I think now is a good time."

"Now is a good time for what?" you asked.

Leia was already off the bed.

She came back from the hallway closet carrying something with both hands, carefully.

It was a book. A real one, or close to it, hardcovered, wrapped in brown paper that had been decorated with flowers and stars and hearts and what appeared to be a dog that was probably meant to be Krypto. Across the front, in Leia's careful handwriting and Jon's rather more enthusiastic scribbling, it said FOR MOMMY.

She held it out to you.

You took it. It was heavier than you expected.

"We made it," Leia said. "Me and Daddy. And Jon helped."

"Jon picked some of the pictures," Clark said. "He was very decisive about it."

"He kept pointing at the ones with food in them," Leia added.

"That's fair," you said. Your voice came out a little unsteady and you didn't try to fix it.

You pulled off the paper carefully. Leia watched you.

The cover underneath was a deep blue, and in the center was a photo you recognized immediately: the two of you on your wedding day, not the posed portrait, not the formal one, but the candid someone had caught of the moment just after, when you were both still laughing about something and Clark had his forehead tipped toward yours and neither of you were looking at the camera. You had always loved that photo. You had not known he had printed it.

You opened it.

The first pages were the wedding.

Not just the ceremony, but all of it. The chaos of getting ready. The moment before you walked out, caught by someone from the side. Clark at the end of the aisle and the particular look on his face that you had seen in the photos before but that still hit you the same way every time, like he couldn't quite believe it, like he was trying to memorize you.

Your first dance. The cake. The late part of the night when shoes had been abandoned and someone had put on something ridiculous and everyone was dancing badly and happily and you were laughing into Clark's shoulder.

You turned the page.

The hospital. Leia, hours old, bundled tight, eyes scrunched shut against the light. Clark holding her with an expression you did not have words for, had never had words for. And one of you, just after, looking down at her with your whole heart on your face.

You pressed your fingers to your mouth.

"Keep going," Leia said softly, sitting close beside you now.

There were years in that book.

Leia's first birthday, cake everywhere. A vacation you'd taken when she was barely one, some small town, and a photo of Clark carrying her on his shoulders while she grabbed fistfuls of his hair. Ordinary Sundays. A Christmas morning with wrapping paper knee-deep. Leia's first day of school, backpack nearly as big as she was, chin lifted.

Then Jon. The hospital again, that same late-night quality of light, and Jon so small, so new, and Leia holding him for the first time, leaning over very carefully to look at his face with serious expression before announcing that he was okay.

You laughed at the memory.

More years. Jon learning to walk, caught mid-tumble, laughing anyway. The four of you at the park, at the table, in the backyard. Small moments, ordinary ones, the kind you lived inside of without always knowing you were building something.

And then, near the back, a page that was more recent. This past year. Jon asleep on Clark's chest on the couch. Leia reading with her legs over the arm of the chair the way you always told her not to sit. The four of you at the kitchen table, Sunday breakfast, everyone slightly disheveled, no one performing anything for anyone.

Home.

The last page was a letter.

Handwritten on paper that had been glued in carefully, a little crooked, which somehow made it better. Leia's handwriting, her best, each letter formed with effort. And at the bottom, in Jon's wide wandering scrawl, his name. He had also drawn a star next to it, and what might have been a cat, and a number four for reasons known only to him.

It was not a long letter. Leia was seven, and she had written it herself, and it said what it needed to say.

She wrote that you were the best mother in the world, and she had thought about this carefully and was sure.

She wrote that you were the best mom because you always knew when something was wrong even when she didn't say anything, and she didn't know how you did that but she was glad.

You were the best mom because you made her and Jonny feel safe.

And then, near the end, in the same careful handwriting, she had written, "If me and Jon got born again, we would choose you to be our mommy again. Forever and ever and ever."

You didn't try to hold it together.

You weren't sure you could have even if you'd wanted to, and you didn't want to, not here, not with the three of them right there watching you with so much love it was almost too much to be inside of.

Leia climbed into your lap and put her arms around your neck. "Don't be sad, Mommy," she said, against your cheek.

"I'm not sad," you told her. "I promise I'm not sad. This is the other kind."

She pulled back to look at your face, checking, the way you had always checked hers. Whatever she found there seemed to satisfy her, because she settled back against you and let out a long breath.

Jon appeared at your elbow.

He had woken up somewhere in the middle of the letter, soft-eyed and rumpled, drawn by the sound of your voice. He looked at you, at Leia, at the book in your hands. He reached up and patted your face with one small hand, very gently.

"Okay, Mommy?" he asked.

"More than okay, baby," you said.

He nodded, satisfied, and climbed up too, wedging himself into the remaining space, and you made room for him. Clark moved to sit beside you now, his arm coming around all three of you, solid and warm and steady.

You leaned into him.

He pressed his lips to the side of your head and kept them there for a moment.

"Leia stayed up very late three nights this week working on that letter," he said quietly, just for you. "She kept starting over because she said it wasn't right yet."

You looked at your daughter. She was pretending not to have heard this. She had her face turned away with nonchalance.

"Well, she got it right."

She turned back. Her eyes were a little bright. She lifted one shoulder in a shrug that did not fool you at all. "I just wanted to say it correctly."

"You did, baby girl."

The sunset came the way May sunsets do, spreading color across the whole sky.

The four of you sat on the back porch. Blankets had materialized. Jon was back asleep, curled against your side with his shell still in his hand, carried all the way from Cape Hatteras. Leia was leaning on the porch railing watching the sky go pink and orange.

Clark had his arm around you. He hadn't stopped touching you all day in small ways, a hand at your back, fingers through yours, the easy and unthinking language of someone who has loved someone for a long time and doesn't see any reason to stop.

"Good day?" he asked.

You looked at Jon's sleeping face. At Leia pointing out a color in the sky to herself, quietly, just noting it. At the scrapbook sitting on the table behind you.

At the sky, going gold, going rose, going the deep and luminous blue of something ending well.

"Best one yet," you said.

Clark pressed a kiss to your temple. "I'll take that," he said. "And I'll do better next year."

"You cannot do better than this year."

"Watch me."

You laughed, soft, so as not to wake Jon. Leia turned around at the sound of it and smiled at you for no particular reason. You smiled back.

The sky kept going. You had the warmth of your family around you, the day settling into evening, and the unrepeatable gold of this one hour in this one May.

-

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[orobaxis]

are u still there? thought you’d post smth for mothers day.

hope ur ok

– 🪽

hi op (and everyone)!! so sorry for being away for a bit, got busy with life and work!!

so so upset that i didn’t get the chance to post a mother’s day fic for the sillies!! but it will be posted tonight!!

tysm for all the love, i will slowly be answering the asks and writing again! 💖🫶

[icybarness]

Kent Fam of 3 Series 𐙚

Clark, you, and Lani adventures <3 (not in order!)

Other Clark Kent/David Masterlist!

Birthdays - It's your birthday after giving birth 3 days ago, and Clark is there to celebrate you.

Strength Training - After giving birth to your baby girl, healing from postpartum, and all you wanted was to regain your strength and move your body again. So you ask Clark.

I did it - Through the pain, the tears, you did it. Bringing your baby girl into this world.

Girl Dad Clark! - Clark being the girl dad he is, all while still loving you.

Nightmares - Postpartum gets to you weeks after bringing baby Lani home, and your nightmares come to play, as Clark is there through it all.

Christmas at the Kent's - Clark gifting you a gift that you'll never forget after your first pregnancy.

Mom and Dad's First -  How you and Clark navigate being first-time parents <3

Husband Duties - Being heavily pregnant, Clark, being the loving husband he is, will get you anything and everything when it comes to cravings.

Home. - Lani misses her daddy, Clark gets on a FaceTime call to reassure you both that he'll be home very soon

[icybarness]

Want to give my full credits to @orobaxis and her series, and also @kryptidfiles series as well! Beautiful people, and please check theirs out too! 💞 Thank you for inspiring me to bring my fics of baby Lani together hehe

[orobaxis]

lani and J my beloveds! 💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶

[orobaxis]

The Super Cousins

Summary: Shenanigans always tend to happen whenever your children and Krypto play, including (1) Jon trying to ride Krypto like a horse, and (2) Krypto accidentally flinging Leia into a koi pond.

Dad Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

more kent family adventures here!

even more kent family adventures here! (pt 2 of the masterlist)

tags: worried dad clark, just vibes!

Whenever Kara and Krypto visited, Clark was… not calm about it. He tried to be. He really did.

But it was hard to ignore the fact that Krypto wasn’t just a dog. It wasn’t even because he was a super dog. It was because he was Kara’s dog. Which meant he was fast, strong, invulnerable, and had the spatial awareness of a rocket.

And Clark had to think about your children.

Leia was five, sturdy and quick on her feet, but still small enough to get knocked over if she wasn’t careful.

Jon was barely two. Round-cheeked. Unsteady. Determined.

Clark stood near the porch, arms crossed, watching as Kara knelt in the grass with Krypto sitting proudly beside her, tongue out, tail wagging hard enough to shake his whole body.

“It’s fine,” Kara said, glancing up at Clark with a grin. “He’s good with kids.”

Clark raised an eyebrow. “He once knocked me through a fence.”

“You’re six foot three and made of steel,” Kara pointed out. “Leia and Jon aren’t.”

“That’s my point.”

You stepped beside him, nudging his arm lightly. “Clark.”

“I’m just saying,” he muttered. “He doesn’t know his own strength.”

Krypto barked happily, completely oblivious to the discussion about him.

Leia was already approaching, fearless as ever.

“Hi, Krypto!” she called, crouching down a few feet away like she’d seen in books. “You remember me? I’m your cousin.”

Krypto’s ears perked up. He tilted his head.

When he bounded forward, Clark tensed instantly beside you. But Krypto stopped just short of Leia, lowering himself into a playful crouch, tail wagging furiously.

Leia giggled.

“He remembers me!”

Kara smirked. “Of course he remembers his baby cousin! I remember my baby cousin,” smirking at Clark.

Wobbling out from behind you, Jon’s tiny legs were determined, his curls bouncing, eyes locked on the white dog like he’d just discovered the greatest thing in existence.

“Doggy,” he announced.

“That’s Krypto,” Leia told him, “You probably don’t remember him because you were a small baby when you first met.”

Clark immediately stepped forward. “Okay, let’s not–”

But Krypto had already noticed him.

And instead of charging or jumping, Krypto lowered himself flat against the grass.

Jon stopped in front of him, blinking.

Then he reached out, and grabbed Krypto’s ear.

Clark inhaled sharply, preparing for the worst.

But Krypto didn’t move. He didn’t flinch, not even a blink.

He just let Jon hold onto him, tail thumping gently against the ground.

Jon giggled.

“Keep-to soft,” he declared.

You let out a quiet laugh, hand resting on Clark’s arm. “He’s being careful.”

Clark didn’t look convinced. “I’m watching,” he said.

“You’re always watching.”

-

You were in the kitchen with Kara, pouring drinks, when you heard the sounds of laughter and squealing from the backyard.

The unmistakable sound of children having the best time.

Clark froze mid-step. “…That’s too much noise,” he said immediately, his arms crossed against his chest as he stood guard. However, it was quite hard to take him seriously when he had a tall glass of orange juice in his hand.

Kara raised an eyebrow. “It’s kids playing.”

“It’s our kids playing with a super dog.”

He was already moving.

You and Kara followed quickly, exchanging amused glances.

When you reached the yard, you burst out laughing.

Jon was trying very seriously to climb onto Krypto’s back.

One tiny foot planted against Krypto’s side, both hands gripping his fur, his face set with intense determination.

“Up,” he grunted.

Krypto remained completely still. He was being patient. Endlessly patient.

Leia stood beside them, hands hovering just behind Jon. “I got you,” she said. “Don’t fall, okay?”

“I no fall,” Jon insisted.

He tried again. And again.

Jon grunted, tiny legs pushing, little arms straining as he attempted to hoist himself up. But there was one small problem. Jon was small and wobbly and, frankly…

Too chunky.

And while Krypto was strong, he wasn’t expecting a full toddler mounting attempt.

Every time Jon pushed himself up, Krypto shifted slightly under the weight, just enough to gently slide him back down.

Jon frowned. “Hmm.”

You covered your mouth, laughing.

Kara outright cackled.

Clark, however, looked offended. “He’s the perfect size,” Clark said immediately.

You turned to him. “Clark…”

“He is,” Clark insisted. “He’s just… figuring out the technique.”

Kara grinned. “Your son is trying to ride Krypto like a horse.”

Clark crossed his arms. “And he’s doing great.”

“He’s gonna squash Krypto.”

Jon tried one more time.

Got halfway up… slid down again.

He sat back on the grass, considering his options.

Leia patted his shoulder. “It’s okay. Maybe later.”

Krypto looked at Jon. Then, very slowly, Krypto rolled onto his side, lowering himself even more.

Jon gasped. “Help!” he said, delighted.

With Leia steadying him, Jon managed to climb halfway onto Krypto’s side, draping himself across the dog as best he could.

“I did it!” he cheered.

Krypto wagged his tail carefully.

You and Kara laughed harder.

Clark beamed proudly like Jon had just accomplished something monumental.

“That’s my boy,” he said.

Leia clapped. “Good job, Jonny!”

Jon bounced slightly, just enough to make Krypto shift again, and slid back onto the grass with a soft plop.

He blinked. Then laughed, clapping. “Again!”

Clark stepped forward finally, kneeling beside them, one hand steadying Jon, the other resting on Krypto’s head.

“Okay,” he said, smiling despite himself. “Maybe we supervise the rodeo a little more closely.”

You walked over, still laughing, brushing grass off Jon’s little shirt.

Kara joined you, shaking her head fondly.

“He’s fearless,” she said.

Clark looked at both kids. Leia watchedcarefully as Jon already trying to climb again, Krypto patiently accommodating both of them.

“He gets that from you,” Clark said to you quietly.

You smiled. “And from you.”

Jon looked up at Clark. “Up again?”

Clark chuckled, lifting him easily. “Up again.”

-

One year later

The park in Metropolis was bright and alive with the sounds of the city. Children were laughing, leaves rustling, and the distant hum of traffic was far enough away to feel harmless.

Jon toddled in circles nearby, chasing after a pigeon that was absolutely faster than him. Krypto trotted beside him like a watchful guardian, occasionally nudging him gently away from obstacles.

Leia, now six, stood a few feet away from Jon and Krypto with her hands on her hips.

Clark exhaled slowly, eyes flicking to Krypto again.

“I’m just saying,” he muttered, low enough for only you to hear, “last time he almost let Jon ride him.”

You smiled. “He did let Jon ride him.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

Kara laughed from where she sat on a bench. “Relax, Clark. He’s fine.”

Clark crossed his arms. “I am relaxed.”

You looked at him. He looked at you.

“…I’m trying to be relaxed,” he amended.

And for a while, everything was calm.

Jon ran ahead, chasing pigeons and calling back to you about something he’d spotted near the pond. Leia stayed closer, content to wander in small circles, occasionally stopping to pet dogs or pick up fallen leaves.

Krypto watched over them both.

Then, seeing her dad turn his head to talk to you and Auntie Kara, Leia crouched down next to Krypto, whispering like she was sharing the greatest secret in the world.

“Hey,” she said. “Do you wanna play?”

Krypto’s ears perked up. His tail wagged.

Leia grinned. “Okay, but you have to be gentle,” she added, very seriously. “Like really gentle.”

Krypto barked softly.

She looked around. No one was watching. She grabbed the side of her dress and held it out toward him.

“Like this,” she said, demonstrating. “You hold it… and then…”

She giggled.

“...you toss me.”

Krypto tilted his head.

“You did it before with Auntie Kara,” Leia continued. “I saw. You can pick people up.”

Krypto wagged his tail.

Leia grinned. “Just a little toss. I won’t tell Daddy.”

Then, very carefully, he took the edge of her dress in his mouth.

Leia beamed. “Yes! Okay, ready?”

Krypto cocked his head back, revving himself up.

-

A blur of white.

A flash of blue fabric.

A very familiar voice. “WHEEEEE—!”

Clark’s head snapped up. “LEIA—”

SPLASH!

The koi pond erupted in ripples as Leia landed right in the shallow water, sending startled fish scattering beneath her.

There was silence at first, then uncontrollable, breathless giggles.

Leia sat in the pond, completely soaked, hair clinging to her face, dress floating around her like a lily pad.

“That was AWESOME!” she shouted.

-

Clark was there instantly.

“Are you okay?” he asked, kneeling at the edge, hands already reaching for her.

Leia nodded enthusiastically. “Again!”

“No! No ‘agains’!” Clark said quickly, lifting her out of the water and onto the grass. “No more tossing. No more flying. No more anything involving the pond.”

You were laughing. You tried not to, but the sight of Leia, dripping wet and absolutely delighted, was too much.

Kara was definitely not trying to hold it in.

“She looks absolute fine!” she said between laughs.

Clark gave her a look. “She just got launched into a pond.”

“She looks happy.”

And Leia indeed was. She clung to Clark’s shoulders, still giggling, water dripping everywhere.

“Krypto did so good!” she said.

Clark turned slowly toward Krypto.

Krypto sat a few feet away, very still. Very quiet.

His ears were slightly lowered. His tail wagged cautiously, like he wasn’t entirely sure if he’d done something wrong.

Jon toddled over, eyes wide.“Leia wet!” he observed.

“Yes,” Clark said flatly.

Jon looked at Krypto. Then at Leia. Then back at Krypto.

“Keep-to throw Leia?” he asked.

Leia nodded proudly. “He tossed me!”

Jon gasped. “Me too!”

“No,” you and Clark said at the same time.

-

You wrapped Leia in your jacket while Clark checked her over from head to toe, carefully and thoroughly, even though she was clearly fine.

“Nothing hurts?” he asked.

“Nope.”

“You didn’t hit your head?”

“Nope.”

“You’re not cold?”

“A little.”

He sighed, pulling her closer.

Kara walked over, still smiling, and crouched in front of Krypto.

“You have to be gentler than that,” she told him.

Krypto huffed softly.

Leia leaned over Clark’s shoulder. “He was gentle!”

Clark raised an eyebrow. “You landed in a pond.”

Leia grinned. “A soft pond.”

You laughed again.

Jon tugged on Clark’s sleeve. “I wanna fly.”

Clark looked down at him.“No.”

Jon pouted. Leia leaned closer, whispering loudly, “It’s really fun.”

Clark sighed, long and dramatic. “I turned away for one second.”

You rested a hand on his arm, smiling warmly. “And she had the time of her life.”

He looked at Leia, soaked, shivering slightly, but glowing with excitement.

Then at Krypto, who wagged his tail a little more now that no one was yelling. Then at Jon, who was still hopeful.

Clark shook his head, a reluctant smile breaking through.

“…Okay,” he admitted quietly. “Maybe just a little fun.”

Clark immediately pointed. “But no more throwing.”

Krypto barked again, softer this time. When his eyes caught Leia’s and Jon’s, his head tilted playfully to match their mischievous smiles.

-

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Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Summary: Your daughter asks you and Clark the most important question.

Dad Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

more kent family adventures here!

even more kent family adventures here! (pt 2 of the masterlist)

Leia came home from school with a question.

You could tell immediately.

She was unusually quiet when she walked into the house, her backpack sliding off one shoulder as she stepped into the living room.

You were at the table helping Jon stack wooden blocks into a very unstable tower. The three-year-old was deeply committed to the engineering challenge, though most of his contribution involved knocking over the structure every few minutes.

Leia dropped her backpack and stood there for a moment, watching all of you.

Clark hung his coat and crouched down to her level.

“Hey,” he said gently. “School okay?”

“Yes.”

“Recess good?”

“Yes.”

“Snack time?”

“Yes.”

Leia was quiet for a moment, clearly thinking very hard.

Then she lifted her head to look at all of you.

“Daddy… Mommy… Jonny… would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Clark did not even think about it. “Yes.”

Leia’s head snapped toward him.

“Of course I would,” Clark said with absolute seriousness, still crouched in front of her. “You’d be the most loved worm in the entire world.”

Leia’s eyes widened slightly. “Really?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” Clark continued without hesitation. “I’d build you the nicest worm house anyone’s ever seen. With leaves and soft dirt and a little rain system so you’d stay comfortable.”

Jon gasped. “Worm house!”

Clark nodded. “The best worm house in the world.”

Leia seemed pleased with that answer.

Jon, confused, turned to Leia. “Leia turn into worm?”

“It’s only if, Jonny,” Leia explained to him, “I’m not really gonna turn into a worm.”

Jon nodded and pondered quietly, trying to understand what that meant.

Leia turned to you. “Mommy?”

You tapped your chin thoughtfully.

“Well…” you said slowly. “If you turned into a worm,” you continued playfully, “you wouldn’t really be my baby anymore, would you?”

Leia froze. Her eyes widened. Her bottom lip began to stick out.

Clark’s head whipped toward you.

Leia’s small shoulders drooped, her face crumpling with sudden hurt.

“I wouldn’t be?” she whispered, her lip trembling even more.

Clark jumped in immediately.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said quickly, scooping her into his arms before the tears could fall. “Mommy’s only joking.”

Leia looked uncertain.

“She was teasing,” Clark said gently, brushing her hair back. “You will always be our baby. Worm, human, alien, superhero, astronaut…doesn’t matter.”

Jon climbed onto the chair beside her, concerned.

“Leia sad?”

Leia’s eyes were shiny now.

“So, you wouldn’t stop loving me if I was a worm?” she asked again, voice small.

Clark hugged her tighter. “Never.”

Jon suddenly had a realization. “If Leia worm… I love worm Leia.”

Clark nodded. “Exactly.”

Before Leia could reply, Clark buried his face into her cheek and planted rapid-fire kisses all over her face.

“Most loved worm!” 

Kiss.

“Most loved kid!”

Kiss. 

“Most loved Leia in the whole universe!”

Leia squealed in surprise.

Jon joined immediately, smacking enthusiastic kisses onto her cheeks and arms and shoulders.

“I love Leia!” he announced between kisses.

You joined in next, wrapping your arms around all three of them and pressing kisses into Leia’s hair and cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” you laughed softly between kisses. “I was teasing. You’re always my baby. Worm or not.”

Leia burst into giggles as the kiss attack continued.

Clark wasn’t stopping. Jon definitely wasn’t stopping.

Soon she was squirming and laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

“Okay! Okay!” she squeaked. “I believe you!”

Clark pulled back just enough to grin at her.

“So… worm Leia would still be loved?”

You and Clark nodded firmly, watching Leia’s cheeks flush and her hair a mess.

“The most loved worm ever.”

Jon added proudly, “We build worm house.”

Clark nodded. “With windows.”

“Tiny windows?” Leia laughed.

“Tiny windows with curtains,” Clark confirmed.

You hugged her one more time, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“No matter what you turn into,” you said softly, “you’re our baby.”

Leia leaned into you, warm and content.

Then she looked up thoughtfully. “What if Jon turns into a worm?”

Jon gasped. Clark grinned.

“Well,” he said, scooping Jon up easily, “then we’d have two extremely loved worms.”

-

One afternoon, Leia had been sprawled across the living room floor, coloring with intense focus. Jon sat nearby with his dinosaurs and cars, narrating a very dramatic story that made absolutely no sense.

Clark was in the kitchen, washing dishes, occasionally glancing over at the three of you with that soft, fond look he never quite managed to hide.

Leia suddenly looked up at you.

“Mommy,” she whispered, scooting closer. “Remember when I asked if you would still love me if I turned into a worm?”

You smiled immediately. “I do.”

Her eyes sparkled. “What if…” she leaned in even closer, voice dropping, “we pretended I turned into a worm?”

“Oh, that’s evil,” you grinned dangerously.

Leia grinned. “We prank Daddy and Jonny.”

You both glanced toward the kitchen.

Clark, of course, already knew you were plotting something.

He didn’t know what, exactly, but the sudden quiet, the shared glances, the unmistakable mischief in Leia’s posture told him all he needed to know. He knew better than to trust that.

Still, he kept his back turned, a small smile tugging at his lips.

-

A few minutes later, you and Leia were outside in the yard.

It didn’t take long to find a small, harmless earthworm nestled in the soil after a recent watering. Leia handled it very gently, her face full of awe and seriousness.

“This is me,” she whispered.

Together, you brought the worm inside.

Leia carefully placed it on the living room floor, right in the middle of her things, her coloring book, her crayons, and her favorite stuffed bunny.

Then she turned to you.

“Okay. Now we hide.”

You nodded. The two of you slipped quietly down the hallway, disappearing just out of sight.

-

It didn’t take long for Jon to notice the worm.

He looked up from his toys, eyes scanning the room.

“Leia?”

Clark turned slightly at the tone in his voice.

Jon stood slowly, stepping closer to the worm.

“Leia?” he repeated, softer this time.

Clark followed his gaze.

There it was. The worm, perfectly placed, surrounded by Leia’s things.

Clark bit the inside of his cheek.

He glanced briefly toward the hallway, already aware of two quiet presences hiding just out of sight.

Then he looked back at Jon, and decided to play along.

“Oh no,” Clark said, voice carefully laced with concern.

Jon’s eyes widened. “Daddy,” he whispered, panic creeping in, “Leia turned into worm.”

Clark nodded gravely. “It looks like it.”

Jon dropped to his knees immediately.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no—” he started babbling, hands hovering helplessly near the worm, too afraid to touch it but unwilling to leave it alone.

Clark knelt beside him. “We have to take care of her,” he said seriously.

Jon nodded so fast his curls bounced. “I take care of my sister!”

“Worms need a safe place,” Clark continued. “Somewhere with soil. And leaves.”

Jon gasped. “I get a box!”

Before Clark could even finish the sentence, Jon scrambled to his feet and ran off, little legs moving as fast as they could.

Clark exhaled through his nose, fighting a smile.

“You’re very convincing,” he muttered quietly toward the hallway.

Leia peeked out just enough to see.

“Jonny believes it,” she whispered.

You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh.

-

Jon returned with a small box.

Inside, he had carefully placed some dirt that was slightly spilling over the edges, a few leaves, and what looked like a very important stick.

“For Leia,” he announced.

Clark nodded approvingly. “That’s perfect.”

Very, very carefully, Jon picked up the worm.

“Don’t be scared, Leia,” he whispered. “I got you.”

Jon placed the worm gently into the box, adjusting the leaves around it like a blanket.

“There,” he said softly. “Safe.”

He hovered over the box, watching intently, as if expecting Leia to say something at any moment.

“She’s quiet,” he said after a moment.

Clark placed a reassuring hand on his back. “She’s probably just adjusting.”

Jon nodded seriously. “I stay with her.”

He sat cross-legged in front of the box, guarding it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

-

After a few minutes, you and Leia decided it was time.

You stepped into the room together.

Jon looked up. He looked at Leia.

Then at the box. Then back at Leia.

His mouth fell open. “Leia?”

Clark gasped dramatically. “She’s back!”

Leia beamed. “I’m back!”

Jon scrambled to his feet, eyes wide with complete and utter shock. “You turn into a worm!” he said, pointing at her in shock.

Leia nodded, playing along. “For a little bit.”

Jon looked at Clark. “She turn into the worm!”

Clark nodded solemnly. “I saw it happen.”

Jon looked at the box again. Then back at Leia.

His brain was clearly struggling to process the impossible.

“You okay?” he asked finally, rushing over to her.

Leia nodded. “I’m okay.”

Jon threw his arms around her in a tight hug.

“Don’t be worm again,” he mumbled into her shoulder.

Leia hugged him back, smiling softly. “Okay.”

Clark crouched down beside the box, gently lifting the worm and carrying it back toward the door.

Once the worm was safely returned outside, Clark came back in and pulled both kids into a hug.

“You know,” he said, glancing at Leia with a knowing smile, “even if that had been real…”

Jon perked up immediately. “We still love worm Leia,” he said firmly.

Clark grinned. “Exactly.”

Leia giggled.

You wrapped your arms around all of them, pressing a kiss to Leia’s head.

“I make the best worm house.” Jon nodded proudly.

-

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[orobaxis]

Hii!! I wanted to ask if you’re taking requests by any chance? And if you are, which characters? Or is it only Clark?

Love your stories btw!! 💗

thank you so much!! and yes, i do take requests for clark and other david corenswet characters (see the masterlist here!) tysm op! <3

[orobaxis]

Mommy’s night out

Summary: Clark bribes begs Lois to get you out of the house for the first time since having your first baby.

Dad Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

more kent family adventures here!

even more kent family adventures here! (pt 2 of the masterlist)

Leia was finally asleep, which, honestly felt like a small miracle.

The house was dim and quiet except for the soft whir of the baby monitor and the city humming outside. You were curled into the couch, your shoulders slumped, wearing one of Clark’s old college sweatshirts. Your body still felt unfamiliar, and every reflection you caught in the mirror lately felt like it belonged to someone else.

Clark emerged from the bedroom, Leia cradled against his chest. He moved with the care of a brand-new dad who was still terrified of doing something wrong but deeply in love with the responsibility anyway.

He watched you for a moment before speaking.

“You know what I think?” he said softly.

You glanced up, tired smile tugging at your lips. “That we should sleep while she lets us?”

He chuckled. “That too. But… I think you should go out tonight.”

You blinked. “Out?”

“With Lois.”

You stared at him, eyebrows flying in surprise.

“Clark,” you said gently, “I just had a baby.”

“I know,” he said immediately. “That’s why you have to go.”

You shifted, glancing at the sleeping baby in his arms like she might wake just from hearing her name. “I don’t really… I don’t feel like myself. I don’t even know what I’d wear.”

Clark sat beside you, careful not to jostle Leia. He leaned his shoulder into yours.

“That’s okay,” he murmured. “You don’t have to feel like anything yet. I just…” He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “I don’t want you to forget that you’re still you. Not just Mama. Not just my exhausted superhero-support human.”

You stayed silent, your throat suddenly feeling tight.

“You’ve given so much of yourself these past weeks,” he continued. “Your body. Your sleep. Your heart. I want to give you one night. Dinner, and laughter, and talking about something that isn’t diapers or feeding schedules. Not having to think about your silly husband.”

“You’re not silly,” you countered immediately, pinching his cheek, “Okay….maybe a little bit.”

Clark smiled.

You shook your head slightly. “But what if Leia needs me?”

“She’ll have me,” Clark said without missing a beat. “And I am very good at being her dad.”

As if on cue, Leia stirred, making a tiny sound. Clark instinctively lowered his voice, rocking her gently. She settled again with a loud sigh.

Your chest ached at the sight.

Clark met your eyes. “Please. For me.”

-

Earlier that afternoon, Clark had stood awkwardly at Lois’s desk, hands clasped behind his back.

Lois raised an eyebrow. “You’re asking me to dinner?”

“No–well…yes, but not with me. With her.”

Understanding dawned immediately.

“Oh,” Lois said softly. “Oh.”

“She’s tired,” Clark continued. “And she doesn’t feel like herself yet. I just want her to laugh again. You’re good at that. I’ll even write that sports article you were fighting Perry with.”

Lois stood, already grabbing her coat. “Kent, you should’ve led with that. I’ll take her somewhere nice. Somewhere with real food. And wine.”

Clark exhaled in relief. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Lois said, then smirked. “You’re doing good, by the way. And I’ll take you up on the sports article.”

-

Back home, you stood hesitantly in front of the closet while Clark leaned against the doorframe, Leia tucked against his shoulder.

“You don’t have to rush,” he said. “Lois texted...she’s late. Shocking, I know.”

You huffed a laugh despite yourself.

You changed slowly, choosing something simple but familiar. When you emerged, Clark straightened.

“Oh,” he breathed.

You frowned self-consciously. “What?”

“You look like you,” he said softly. “You’ve always looked like you. I just… missed seeing you smile at yourself.”

Clark stepped closer, shifting Leia carefully so he could kiss your temple. “Have fun. I’ll be right here.”

You reached out, brushing a finger over Leia’s cheek. She made a tiny, content noise.

“I love you both,” you whispered.

Clark watched you go with a full heart, knowing that sometimes loving someone meant letting them step away for a moment, just so they could come back whole again.

-

Clark stood there for a moment, Leia tucked against his shoulder, listening to your footsteps fade. He didn’t realize he was smiling until his cheeks started to ache. He was proud of you. Maybe a little nervous and very aware that it was just him and his daughter now.

“Well,” he whispered, adjusting his grip, “looks like it’s you and me, baby girl.”

Leia stirred immediately, as if she’d sensed the shift in the universe. Her brow furrowed, tiny mouth puckering as she slowly woke. Clark saw the tension in her body as she seemed to lean toward something that wasn’t there.

“Ohhh,” he murmured sympathetically. “Yeah. I know. Mommy’s not here right now.”

Leia’s eyes opened fully, dark and curious, scanning the room with surprising seriousness for someone so small. Her gaze flicked from Clark’s face to the doorway, then back again, like she was trying to solve a very important puzzle.

“She went out,” Clark explained quietly, pacing the living room. “Dinner with Auntie Lois. Grown-up stuff. Fancy food, probably.”

Leia stared at him.

He nodded solemnly. “I know. Tragic that you didn’t get invited. When you’re older, you’ll have lots of girls’ nights with them, I promise.”

Her lips trembled, but she didn’t cry. Instead, she made a soft little sound and kept looking around, clearly unconvinced by his explanation.

Clark carried her to the couch and sat, settling her carefully in the crook of his arm. “You’re wondering where Mommy is,” he said gently. “That makes sense. She’s kind of your favorite.”

Leia’s eyes snapped back to his face.

“Yeah?” he chuckled. “She’s my favorite too.”

She blinked slowly, unbothered.

They sat like that for a while, the city lights flickering through the windows. Clark talked softly, filling the space the way he always did.

“I think she needed tonight,” he told Leia. “She’s been so tired. But she’s the bravest person I know. Did you know that?”

Leia’s tiny fingers curled around his thumb, her grip surprisingly strong.

“That’s a yes,” Clark decided.

He told her little things as the minutes passed: about how she kicked nonstop before she was born, how the first time he held her, he thought his heart might actually explode, how her mommy laughed in this breathless, surprised way the first night they brought her home because neither of them could believe they were allowed to keep her.

Leia listened quietly, eyes fixed on his face like she understood every word.

After a while, Clark’s voice softened.

“I miss her,” he admitted, barely above a whisper.

Leia paused, then let out a small, sudden squeak.

Clark froze. Then smiled.

“Yeah?” he said, warmth spreading through his chest. “You miss her, too?”

Another little squeak, accompanied by a sleepy blink.

He laughed quietly. “Guess we’re in the same boat, huh, baby girl?”

Leia relaxed against him. Clark held her close, rocking gently, counting the seconds until you’d come back through the door, knowing that even in your absence, the love you’d built together filled every corner of the room.

-

You slipped quietly into the bedroom, easing the door closed behind you so it wouldn’t click. The lights were dim, just the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the room. For a moment, you simply stood there, taking it in.

Clark was half asleep, propped up against the headboard, one arm curved protectively around the tiny bundle on his chest. Leia was scrunched up impossibly small, her cheek pressed into his shirt, her little hands tucked beneath her chin. Her breathing was slow and even, the faintest rise and fall that somehow felt louder than anything else in the house. Clark’s head had tilted slightly to the side, dark curls falling into his eyes.

Your heart ached at the view.

As you stepped closer, the mattress shifted just enough for Clark’s eyes to flutter open. It took him a second to focus, and then his expression softened instantly when he saw you.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “You’re home.”

You smiled, moving to his side of the bed. “Hey. Did I wake you?”

He shook his head slightly, careful not to disturb Leia. “No. She just fell asleep not too long ago.” He glanced down at her, lips curving into a fond smile. “She was very brave.”

You reached out, brushing your knuckles gently over Leia’s back, barely touching. “I missed her.”

Clark looked up at you then. “How was it?” he asked softly. “Did you have fun?”

You nodded, easing yourself onto the edge of the bed. “Yeah. I really did. Lois wouldn’t let me talk about diapers for more than five minutes.” You huffed a quiet laugh. “It felt… nice. Normal. I felt like myself again, at least a little.”

His eyes warmed, pride and relief flickering there. “I’m glad.”

You hesitated, fingers twisting together in your lap. “Clark… thank you. Really. For pushing me to go. For staying with her. For everything.”

He frowned immediately, shaking his head. “Hey. No.” His voice was gentle but firm. “There’s nothing to thank me for. That’s just… us. That’s what we do.”

You swallowed, suddenly shy, suddenly emotional in a way that snuck up on you. “I know. I just…” You exhaled slowly. “Even though I had fun, I kept thinking about you two. I missed you. Both of you. Our little trio.” Your lips quirked. “Just us. The three of us. Is that bad?”

Clark’s expression softened even more, if that was possible. He adjusted slightly, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Of course not, honey. We missed you too.”

Leia stirred faintly at the sound of his voice, making a tiny, content sound in her sleep.

“She kept looking toward the door earlier,” he added softly. “Like she knew you were gone.”

Your chest tightened. You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Clark’s cheek, then another to the top of Leia’s head. “I’m sorry I left her.”

Clark smiled, brushing his thumb over Leia’s back. “She was okay. And so were you. That’s what matters.”

You carefully slid under the covers beside them, curling in close. Clark shifted just enough to make space, instinctively angling his body so both of you fit around Leia. You rested your head on his shoulder, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing and the softer one between you.

For a long moment, none of you spoke.

“I love you both so much.” Clark murmured finally, eyes drifting shut again, “More than I ever thought I could love anyone.”

You smiled into his shoulder, one hand resting over his heart, feeling it beat strong and sure beneath your palm.

-

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[orobaxis]

Soooo I was visiting Burlington to buy some clothes in the end I didn't buy anything and I came across this monstrosity

It's not the first time I've run into one of these little guys, but that's not the important thing.

At first I thought, "Haha, it would be funny if Jon had one of these." Leia has her bunny, and Jon deserves a stuffed companion too.

Clark had better sleep with one eye open if he doesn't want this thing to steal one of his teeth.

you gave this to jonny as a joke, and he and leia took one look at it and went

clark was like: noooo, i'll buy you an actual superman merch!!

and jon was like: noo i love him!!

points at the doll and goes "dat's daddy."