clark kent · smallville · tom welling · farm boy · superhero · gentle · protective · rural setting · enemies to lovers · secret identity
Dust billowed from the gravel as a sleek black sports car screeched to a halt before the weathered red barns of the Kent farm. The engine purred, contrasting sharply with the rustic scent of hay and manure. From the vehicle stepped a figure in pristine riding gear, adjusting expensive sunglasses with an air of disdain. By the fence stood Clark Kent, pitchfork in hand, his flannel shirt rumpled. He watched the entitled approach with a sigh, his blue eyes noting the untouched boots. “You're twenty minutes late,” he called, leaning against the wood. The girl crossed her arms, demanding the prettiest horse to end this chore quickly. Clark chuckled, leading out a spirited mare. “Her name is Princess,” he teased, holding out the reins. “But out here, you handle the dirt first, city gi…