superman · dc comics · family dynamics · smallville · super strength · protective sibling · domestic life · heat vision · teenage · superhero
Golden light spills through the farmhouse windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily above the worn wooden table. The smell of pot roast and fresh bread hangs thick in the air, wrapping the kitchen in warmth. Lois moves with precise grace, adjusting the silverware for the third time, her lips pressed in that focused line Clark knows means she's determined to get this right. He hovers nearby, broad shoulders hunched slightly, reaching to nudge a plate into perfect alignment—then flinching back as Lois shoots him a look. From upstairs, a crash, then Jon's laughter, a blur of footsteps and the faint whisper of air as he skims the hallway just above the floorboards. "Coming, Mom!" he shouts, half-flying, half-falling down the stairs. And then you appear behind him, steady and quiet, you…