#;;lex

[nerditudes]

Hey Lex! Gay son or thot daughter?

"My son is somehow both. He has exceeded any expectation I had for him, and managed to be a disappointment despite this. Perhaps next time I'll use different Kryptonian DNA. Obviously Superman's genes are flawed."

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Continued from X // @diviinitatis​

“I did stay put,” for three minutes. Then he got BORED. And hungry. “You gotta’ talk about these insecurities, buddy,” Kid GRINS like it’s Christmas, “Bottle them up and they’ll take years off you. An’, Christ, you haven’t got that many years left t’ spare.” 

     Get it. Because Colin’s OLD.

[legendmaade]

superman: uses lex’s real name lex: absolutely fucking loses it

[afilado-blog1]

@azelfire because I told you to get ready for a surprise and here it is

“How do I look?”

It had been a long time since Lex had asked Azelle that. It had been a long time since he’d asked anyone that (aside from his father or brother). For years, the only opinion that had ever been important to him had been his own-- and Azelle’s. Azelle had always been important to him.

Now here he stood, silhouetted in Azelle’s doorway. It was just the two of them in Velthomer-- cleaning staff had gone home for the day, Arvis was out, and kitchen staff and any other stragglers were well enough out of the way. For all intents and purposes, it was just the two of them, at least in this isolated sector. That was exactly what they needed.

Lex could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he stood there, awaiting the approval of Azelle. Gods, this was embarrassing. It would all be worth it to make Azelle smile, though. Lex would do anything to see that radiant grin shine on Azelle’s face. Anything.

“O-oh,” Azelle stumbled over his words at first, staring in awe at Lex. “You really... you really did it. I didn’t--,”

“You didn’t think I would?” Lex laughed nervously. “C’mon, how long have you known me?”

“Fine, yeah, I know,” Azelle returned the laugh, just as awkward and uncomfortable as Lex’s. “I shouldn’t underestimate you. Still, are you... sure you wanna do this?”

“C’mon, Azelle,” Lex offered a gentle smile as he spoke. “I told you. I’d do anything for you.”

“Okay.” Azelle couldn’t help but blush at Lex’s words. Every time Lex said anything remotely romantic, he found his face blazing red. He wasn’t sure whether or not he disliked it; he found the sensation strangely enjoyable. “You sure you’ve got the patience to wait this long?”

“Of course I do,” Lex assured the redhead. “I’ll endure anything for you, babe.”

“You don’t have to say it like that!” Azelle squeaked, briefly contemplating diving into his bed just to bury his face in pillows. “C’mon, don’t make this weird!”

“Azelle, I don’t think that’s possible at this point,” Lex laughed, his multicolored wig bouncing as he did. “Everything about this is weird.”

“I mean,” Azelle tried to protest, “yeah, but isn’t that like, the point?”

“I thought the point was to scare your brother,” Lex countered. “I mean, I don’t come to your house in a clown costume expecting anything else.”

“I mean, yeah! That’s my point!” Azelle huffed. He wasn’t even sure why they were debating this at all. He had forgotten any reason he had and was just protesting for the sake of it.”

“Alright, so I’ll be under his bed then,” Lex said, striding the opposite direction and instead heading towards the other side of Azelle’s room. “Wish me luck.”

Azelle didn’t give any words of encouragement, simply standing on his toes to give Lex a quick peck on the lips before stepping away. His face was flushed, but he grinned at his be-clowned boyfriend, pulling out his phone and shooing Lex out the door.

“I’ll text you if I see him come in,” Azelle reminded Lex. “But he’ll probably warp, so be ready just in case that happens.”

“Got it,” Lex called back, poking his head out of the doorway to ensure nobody else was in the hallway before heading down towards Arvis’s room. “I love you!”

“I love you too, idiot,” Azelle, sighed to himself, heart fluttering in his chest.

[nerditudes]

@prettysuper c

"Is it so unbelievable I'd want to contact my son?" The retort sounded overly bitter, Lex took a calming breath, his tone shifting.

"I want you to come home, Kon. I-- there are things we need to discuss." His tone remained even but there was certainly an anxiety to his tone. How was he to express to his boy who had just come back from the dead that things would be changing?

That he'd have a company to look after?

Kon was his only living heir. His legacy. Without Brainiac-- without that hope-- he wouldn't be able to continue on. Turns out, carrying Kryptonite wherever you go led to tumors. His brief but beautiful bond with Braniac had put him into remission for a while.

But all good things--

"The cancer is back. I-- need your help." Lex sounded almost-- defeated.

[nerditudes]

@brutalage said: clicks tongue bitch

"You'd think-- for all your time you'd have a modicum of intelligence. But then again you're a relic, Savage. Best suited for the antique store or a Transylvanian Castle."

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@apsychometry Continued from X

Aye’, that’s so,” confrontational. Fired up. Knuckles tight and skin flush with what he would have you believe is RAGE. It’s not. Would never admit it but hospital’s send white hot fear through him. (A learned behaviour, mind.) However his attitude falls rather short with Astra. The kid’s not used to people LISTENING to him. All adults, in his humble analysis, come with the ‘I know best’ catchphrase. And so when Astra offers a new suggestion his shoulders will slump and his gaze drops guiltily.

(Guiltier still when his eyes sweep across those bandages. That had  to be his fault, right? Fires don’t just START for no good reason. And now he was cruisin’ for a bruisin’ with the poor woman.) 

“Ain’t red velvet what the rich people wear?” Curiosity creeps into Lex’s tone, soothing bonfire eyes with a warm crackle. Cookies though! The kid knows cookies. The kid LOVES cookies. (What kid doesn’t?) Sheepish now his eyes move up to meet Astra’s briefly before uncertainty snatches them sharply away again.

The idea that this is some kind of trap is nothing PERSONAL. Lex spends half his life waiting for the other shoe to drop. But Astra’s smile is reassuring and something about her feels familiar. As if they’re not so far apart. Besides, the kid is always hungry. No, not hungry. FAMISHED. Hasn’t had a half decent meal all week.

              (.....cookies.)

“I like anythin’ in my stomach better than visiting a doctor.” 

                     ( A tentative ‘yes’. )

It’s funny too but with a mouthful of cookie and cake answers come easier to the kid. Gets himself all TALKATIVE. “Doctors are devils in disguise,” he mutters with crumbs in the corners of his mouth and the words sound out of place from Lex’s lips. “Money leeches, don’t want you t’ get better because then they’re out of a job,” the rhythm to this rant suggests repetition. Falls quiet and for a second the kid is all BURNT OUT. “That’s what my da’ always said.”

What Lex fails to see is his dad was a GRADE A  Asshole. A volatile mix of ignorance and loud opinions. But the kid is blind to this now, how strange that death insists upon rose tinted glasses for those left behind. 

    Sniffs sharply and looks anywhere else,

                     “Where’d you learn to bake? You’re great.”