Hi! I think are a fantastically amazing writer, and I've read all of your BvS books on ao3. If you have time and want to, I was wondering if you could write a soulmate au (everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate) for Clex? Thanks!
Hi! Thank you for your amazing words! I’m incredibly happy that you enjoy my work:D
I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind when you sent me the prompt, but I hope you will like it! I try to fit the prompts within the movie canon when it’s possible so I did it here. Turned out pretty sad as a result.
(also I hope I did not mess up the grammar too badly)
Lex iswatching. It’s surprisingly easy to blend in with the crowd in the morningrush. He lowers the cap down over his eyes and pushes through the tourist group,hoping he had not missed the target. He catches a glance from a young girlwaiting in the line for coffee and her face lights up with recognition but Lexputs a finger to his mouth, winking playfully. It makes this little meeting theirown personal secret and the girl preens at the honor and smiles back and keepsher mouth shut. Good.
Lex steps aroundthe bus stop crowd and finally slows down by a non-descript apartment building.Nothing special except for the prize it keeps inside. He lingers there, looksat his mobile to check the time. Instead focuses on a text from Mercy. She isasking him to get back to LexCorp. In a very straight manner she warns that hisimpulsiveness will ruin them. She always does this. Lex ignores it. Looks up atthe building again. Third window on the fourth floor.
Lex changeshis mind and sends Mercy an emoji. Smiling. Upside down.
His phonespings with a new message, no doubt an angry retort, but he ignores it thistime. Watches how the lights go out in the flat. Feels his skin tingle withanticipation.
He leanscasually by the building across the street, most likely looking like a propercreep loitering while the crowd rushes by. He bites his lip when the door ispushed open and a figure steps out, in a hurry gets the jacket snagged by thedoor handle, scrambles to free himself, glasses falling down his nose. Free, helooks up and around, assessing the movement around him and dives into the flow,just another passer-by in a hurry.
Lex followы at a moderate pace, keeping histarget in sighе whilefalling behind not to get noticed. Not that the man is expecting any pursuit.Not that Lex has anything on his mind but to catch a proper look.
Clark Kentturns, avoiding a crush with an elderly woman, and smiles at her and…
And Lexfeels a wave of dizziness hit him and his eyes grow out of focus. He pauses,leans on a lamp post, the unexpected weakness making him lose his step. When helooks up, fingers still gripping the metal to keep steady, his target isalready out of sight. Lex knows where he is heading, has the route mapped outwith any variables taken into account. Which holds absolutely no meaning to himat that moment.
The worldcomes into focus again, slowly as if his eyes need to adjust all over again,and colors start creeping in from the sides. Very pale, very light, like comingout of a fog, but Lex notices them all the same. Squeezed his eyes shut, hopingto chase away the unwanted blue of the sky. It doesn’t help. The colorы rush in and he bites his lip untilit bleeds and then wipes the red blood away with his hand.
Thisdoesn’t change anything.
He takesout a phone to text Mercy.
“How is the operation SuperBat going?” Winky face.
He gets toplanning with renewed vehemence.
Lex has aplan. To be fair, Lex always has a plan. This one, however, is of a more personalnature. It’s only his and is simple and effortless so he has not even informedMercy. He prefers to keep this recent development to himself.
He doesn’tknow if Mercy can see color, though the way she stares at the kryptonite makeshim wonder. And he can’t blame her – Lex is unable to tear his eyes away too.This inconvenience, he thinks with distaste, has got at least one good side toit. He is now able to appreciate the beauty of the bright green playing on thesurface of a rock from another planet. How bright it is. How it only gets moreshine the deeper it goes. How the surface is dusted with darker shades,tarnished by its time under the sea. It’s the most beautiful thing Lex had everseen. He is mesmerized, could spend hour and hours, watching the shapes in thedepth of the kryptonite. For that he is grateful. So he enjoys the power whileit lasts, because if everything goes according to plan – and it will – theworld will drop back into black and white soon enough.
Lex willhave found himself a new amusement by that time.
But fornow…now he has a small scheme of his own, crafted carefully to ensure thatClark Kent will not be able to tell who his soulmate is.
The processis not immediate, Lex knows. He has read the research. He had it confirmed byhis own experience. It is also slowed down by alcohol. Which might not actuallywork in case of an alien with super metabolism but Clark would not know it. Sohe sends a waiter to circle the crowd of journalists and Kent, who refuses aglass once, twice, finally gives up on the third time.
Lex talksto the representatives from the library, they smile and thank him and hope formore donations. It’s infinitely boring but he needs to kill some time beforethe big speech. Kent spends it observing the crowd, taking absolutely no noteswhat so ever, not even tries talking to any other patrons. Bruce Wayne hadcaught his eye, Mercy informed Lex earlier. That’s good. Disgusting but good.
Lex doesn’twant to feel a bite of jealousy, the bitter taste of it in his mouth that evenchampagne can not wash away. But he does, so he drinks until Mercy swoops inand replaces it with sparkling cider. It doesn’t matter any way – Lex couldnever get properly drunk. The time for the speech comes and finally Clark Kentis looking at him, but not paying any attention. Which is good. Bad. Good.
Good becausehe won’t realize what brought on the change.
Lex rushesthrough the speech, bit and pieces of his real thoughts slipping and spillingonto the confused crowd before him. And nowKent is watching him, his brows scrunched in polite puzzlement at Lex’s completelack of control. And then, suddenly, he turns. Lex could see his profile: thefrown lines had grown deeper from real concern. Ah. So it has started then.
By the timehe gets to Kent and Bruce Wayne, finally, finally introducing himself, Kentmust have been properly perplexed and hopefully very anxious. His eyes keepdarting to Bruce until suddenly they stop on Lex. On Lex’s hair. Red, Lex waspleased to see the day before. He rather liked the color.
Kent seemsunable to look away. Confused. Once again confused. Befuddled. Puzzled.Bewildered. Lex’s smiles stretches wide. But he needs to make his exit beforeKent can fully realize. He gets away, excuse easily presenting itself, and getslost in the crowd. Curious. Are Kent’s eyes following him? Trying to catchanother glimpse of ginger hair among the guests. Lex can’t give him thatpleasure though. He shakes off the library curator and leaves the party. Thisshould be enough.
“It’srather poetic, isn’t it?” Lex says to the man kneeling at his feet. No. Not aman. A god. Dressed in red and blue – garish enough to make Lex regret seeingcolors.
He reachesout. But he can’t touch. He could touch Clark Kent, that parody of a human, buthe can’t bring himself to touch Superman.
And it’sthe delicious truth. He owns Superman’s body, thanks to a beautiful plan bornout of his cunning mind and an ordinary woman whose kindness had saved thisatrocity of a man long ago. But he also owns Superman’s soul. And that makesthe fire burning in the other’s eyes – tamed – all the more satisfying.
“Mine tolove.” Lex spats the words. They have no meaning to him, so twisted andtarnished they fall from his lips like a curse. In his next words he believeswith all his heart. “Mine to kill.”
And hesends Superman away to the fight that will either kill him or destroy him.
