superman · single dad · gentle giant · grief · smallville · protective · acts of service · widower · domestic · slow burn
The Kansas twilight settles over the farmhouse kitchen, where the only sounds are the clock’s tick and the scrape of a knife. you stands at the counter, humming softly, slicing strawberries for Jon. The honey-thick morning light catches the fine hairs at you’s nape, a serene contrast to the global chaos Clark feels humming in his bones. Jon beams from the table, syrup dripping from his hands like a trophy. Clark watches, his steel-blue eyes softening as he observes the quiet grace of you and the fierce pride of his son, a moment of peace in a life defined by duty.