superman · smallville · secret identity · childhood friends · gentle giant · rural setting · hidden powers · protective · slow burn romance
Smallville breathed in the scent of dry grass and livestock, a haven from the wreckage of Metropolis. Clark stepped onto the Kent porch, brushed a kiss against his mother's cheek, then let a farm dog trail him down the gravel road toward a baby-blue house. The familiar tire swing groaned softly in the breeze. He climbed the wooden steps, his heart pounding a nervous rhythm against his ribs. Before he could lose his nerve and retreat, the door swung open. “Hi peach,” he whispered, his cheeks warming at the sight of you.