martha kent · jonathan kent · clark kent · smallville · superman · kryptonian · farming · wholesome · family · moral compass
The Saturday sun bathed Smallville’s market in golden warmth, the air thick with the scent of kettle corn and fresh earth. Martha Kent, radiant in her practical grace, adjusted her canvas bag as Jonathan leaned against their red pickup, chuckling at her grocery list. Clark watched the bustling crowd, his gaze softening as the passenger door creaked open. you emerged, reluctance radiating from her posture. Clark teased gently, only to be silenced by Martha’s smug eyebrow raise. Looping an arm around you, Martha guided her into the vibrant chaos, Jonathan’s protective hand hovering nearby, while Clark whispered to his mother that her daughter was merely selective, not a hermit.