No Need For Wishes
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queenkatyastarTitle: No Need For Wishes
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Smallville
Characters/Pairing: CLex (Clark/Lex)
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: FanFic-Instability 5: Falling Stars and 12 Months Challenge: M/March: M/M
Word Count: 1,300
Date Written: 2 March 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: In which Lex learns that maybe some wishes do come true after all.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
The sky was full of glittering diamonds, winking at them in conspiratorial splendor. The breeze through the trees whispered its secrets in the sweet night air.
"It's beautiful," he murmured.
Seeing the stars reflected in his companion's eyes, he had to agree. They looked up again in time to catch sight of a meteor as it streaked across the sky. He wondered how many other people had seen the very same falling star, how many dreams would be granted. "What did you wish for?" he asked. He'd never believed in dreams actually coming true, despite having once clung to very many of them himself. One could work tirelessly and dedicate one's entire life to a single wish coming true, but wishes were not simply granted by falling stars, meteorites, or flower petals blowing on the wind.
Clark blushed slightly as he slowly lowered his head. "Nothing," he whispered an honest admission.
Lex frowned, lines creasing his forehead. He'd noticed he was already beginning to get wrinkles and would have to make an appointment soon to have the necessary details changed to make certain he didn't look like his father long before he actually reached his father's age. "Nothing?" he repeated. "Why nothing? Clark, I know you have dreams -- "
"Yes, but when I see a meteorite, I don't think of what could be, or what I want to happen. I'm reminded . . . " His voice trailed off, and he looked down at the tiny patch of ground that still remained between them.
Lex closed that place in his next heartbeat. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly, meaningfully. He reached up and trailed gentle fingertips along Clark's hard jawline. "I should have known better. I should have realized -- "
Clark turned his gaze away still. "It's okay," he murmured, not wanting to hurt Lex's feelings.
"I really didn't think -- "
"I know. It's okay."
"For whatever it may be worth," he whispered, "I didn't make a wish either."
It was Clark's turn to frown in puzzled confusion. "Why not?"
Lex shrugged. "It has been my experience my entire life that wishes, especially fond wishes, do not come true."
Clark looked up quickly. His blue eyes were wide and alarmed when he finally connected with Lex's questioning gaze. "I disagree."
Lex laughed. He hadn't meant to, but the sound escaped him before he could stop it. He blushed this time, and lowered his head in shame. "I'm sorry. I -- I wasn't laughing at you."
"I know, but why?" Clark asked, reaching up and cupping Lex's now troubled face. "Why don't you believe in anything, Lex?"
"I do believe. I believe in man's ability to scheme, not dream, Clark, and to make their own desires, as long as it is something or someone they can control, reality. But I do not believe that merely making a wish will make anything happen, let alone anything good."
"I disagree," Clark said again.
"Why?"
His lover smiled, a gentle smile that instantly flushed Lex with warmth and regret. "Because," he answered simply, "I have you." Lex fumbled for words, but before he could speak again, Clark continued, "I used to look at meteorites and wonder about my home world, my birth parents, my real family. I used to wonder what my life could have been like if they hadn't sent me away, but I no longer want to know. I love my parents, Lex. You know that." Lex nodded mutely. "I always have, but I still wondered."
"But you don't any more," he whispered.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because," he answered again, "I have you. If they hadn't sent me away, I never would have come to Earth, and that means I never would have met you. Getting to know my home world, getting to know my birth parents, getting to know what might have been -- not only that, but nothing is worth not having you. You complete me, Lex."
Lex was frozen. His heart soared, but fear caught at him at the same time. He'd never believed another person could complete someone. Yet, in this moment, Clark's words made sense. He'd always felt like something was missing. All his life, he'd felt like something was wrong with him for one reason or another, but when he was with Clark, everything seemed right. Everything seemed perfect. He not only seemed to fit; he was loved, and cared for, and wasn't afraid. Evil didn't threaten to overcome him. He wanted only to make Clark smile, and to keep this man by his side and in his arms for the rest of their lives. "I -- I suppose -- "
"Meaning you make me complete happy, sweetheart. I don't have anything else to wish for," Clark explained, shaking his head, "because I have everything that's important when I have you. I don't need, or want, anything else, any change at all as long as I have your love."
That was easy, and safe, enough to answer, Lex thought with a surge of relief. He beamed at the man he loved more than he'd ever thought he would be able to love another person. "You have my love," he whispered, "for as long as there's anything left of me." He wasn't sure what happened to people when they died, but something told him that he was going to keep loving Clark even after he stopped breathing. Perhaps, he thought, there was something to those old wives' tales and the other naive believers who wanted to say that deceased loved ones watched the living through the heavens and their stars. It was silly, but . . .
But he'd always believed his mother wanted him to be happy. Lillian Luthor had given him everything she could to make him happy, and to give him the power to one day overcome his father. To this day, he was still uncovering secrets she'd left for him to find. Maybe Clark was one such secret. The Kents and Luthors went back a long time, and his father had known Clark was adopted and suspected him to be different long before Lex had taken notice of the man who'd changed everything in his world.
He had changed everything in his world, Lex quietly acknowledged, his beaming smile growing even brighter and warmer. He had changed everything by loving him. They loved each other, and the world was at last becoming a good, joyous, and warm place again. It was becoming a place Lex didn't just want to rule. He wanted to live, and to keep loving, with this magnificent man right here in his arms. Yes, he mused, perhaps another person could complete a person, especially one who'd been missing a part of himself and been as lonely as he had for so very, very long. His heart was no longer cold, he realized as he held Clark as close as he could through the clothes they wore; his heart, his very soul, was filled and warmed by Clark's love.
"Good point," he whispered quietly against Clark's soft, dark hair. "We have nothing left to wish for for we have everything right here."
"Yes, we do," Clark agreed joyously. "I love you, Lex."
Lex started to answer him, started to hunt for words to finally tell him what he meant to him, but he didn't have to search for Clark silenced all the words he'd been planning by pressing his lips to his. Lex slid his tongue into Clark's hot mouth, managed to pull him even closer as he not just hugged but clung to him, and showed him all the love he'd been holding for him alone with every touch of his lips, tongue, fingers, and even his teeth long into the night that did seem made just for them and their love after all.
The End
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Smallville
Characters/Pairing: CLex (Clark/Lex)
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: FanFic-Instability 5: Falling Stars and 12 Months Challenge: M/March: M/M
Word Count: 1,300
Date Written: 2 March 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: In which Lex learns that maybe some wishes do come true after all.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
The sky was full of glittering diamonds, winking at them in conspiratorial splendor. The breeze through the trees whispered its secrets in the sweet night air.
"It's beautiful," he murmured.
Seeing the stars reflected in his companion's eyes, he had to agree. They looked up again in time to catch sight of a meteor as it streaked across the sky. He wondered how many other people had seen the very same falling star, how many dreams would be granted. "What did you wish for?" he asked. He'd never believed in dreams actually coming true, despite having once clung to very many of them himself. One could work tirelessly and dedicate one's entire life to a single wish coming true, but wishes were not simply granted by falling stars, meteorites, or flower petals blowing on the wind.
Clark blushed slightly as he slowly lowered his head. "Nothing," he whispered an honest admission.
Lex frowned, lines creasing his forehead. He'd noticed he was already beginning to get wrinkles and would have to make an appointment soon to have the necessary details changed to make certain he didn't look like his father long before he actually reached his father's age. "Nothing?" he repeated. "Why nothing? Clark, I know you have dreams -- "
"Yes, but when I see a meteorite, I don't think of what could be, or what I want to happen. I'm reminded . . . " His voice trailed off, and he looked down at the tiny patch of ground that still remained between them.
Lex closed that place in his next heartbeat. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly, meaningfully. He reached up and trailed gentle fingertips along Clark's hard jawline. "I should have known better. I should have realized -- "
Clark turned his gaze away still. "It's okay," he murmured, not wanting to hurt Lex's feelings.
"I really didn't think -- "
"I know. It's okay."
"For whatever it may be worth," he whispered, "I didn't make a wish either."
It was Clark's turn to frown in puzzled confusion. "Why not?"
Lex shrugged. "It has been my experience my entire life that wishes, especially fond wishes, do not come true."
Clark looked up quickly. His blue eyes were wide and alarmed when he finally connected with Lex's questioning gaze. "I disagree."
Lex laughed. He hadn't meant to, but the sound escaped him before he could stop it. He blushed this time, and lowered his head in shame. "I'm sorry. I -- I wasn't laughing at you."
"I know, but why?" Clark asked, reaching up and cupping Lex's now troubled face. "Why don't you believe in anything, Lex?"
"I do believe. I believe in man's ability to scheme, not dream, Clark, and to make their own desires, as long as it is something or someone they can control, reality. But I do not believe that merely making a wish will make anything happen, let alone anything good."
"I disagree," Clark said again.
"Why?"
His lover smiled, a gentle smile that instantly flushed Lex with warmth and regret. "Because," he answered simply, "I have you." Lex fumbled for words, but before he could speak again, Clark continued, "I used to look at meteorites and wonder about my home world, my birth parents, my real family. I used to wonder what my life could have been like if they hadn't sent me away, but I no longer want to know. I love my parents, Lex. You know that." Lex nodded mutely. "I always have, but I still wondered."
"But you don't any more," he whispered.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because," he answered again, "I have you. If they hadn't sent me away, I never would have come to Earth, and that means I never would have met you. Getting to know my home world, getting to know my birth parents, getting to know what might have been -- not only that, but nothing is worth not having you. You complete me, Lex."
Lex was frozen. His heart soared, but fear caught at him at the same time. He'd never believed another person could complete someone. Yet, in this moment, Clark's words made sense. He'd always felt like something was missing. All his life, he'd felt like something was wrong with him for one reason or another, but when he was with Clark, everything seemed right. Everything seemed perfect. He not only seemed to fit; he was loved, and cared for, and wasn't afraid. Evil didn't threaten to overcome him. He wanted only to make Clark smile, and to keep this man by his side and in his arms for the rest of their lives. "I -- I suppose -- "
"Meaning you make me complete happy, sweetheart. I don't have anything else to wish for," Clark explained, shaking his head, "because I have everything that's important when I have you. I don't need, or want, anything else, any change at all as long as I have your love."
That was easy, and safe, enough to answer, Lex thought with a surge of relief. He beamed at the man he loved more than he'd ever thought he would be able to love another person. "You have my love," he whispered, "for as long as there's anything left of me." He wasn't sure what happened to people when they died, but something told him that he was going to keep loving Clark even after he stopped breathing. Perhaps, he thought, there was something to those old wives' tales and the other naive believers who wanted to say that deceased loved ones watched the living through the heavens and their stars. It was silly, but . . .
But he'd always believed his mother wanted him to be happy. Lillian Luthor had given him everything she could to make him happy, and to give him the power to one day overcome his father. To this day, he was still uncovering secrets she'd left for him to find. Maybe Clark was one such secret. The Kents and Luthors went back a long time, and his father had known Clark was adopted and suspected him to be different long before Lex had taken notice of the man who'd changed everything in his world.
He had changed everything in his world, Lex quietly acknowledged, his beaming smile growing even brighter and warmer. He had changed everything by loving him. They loved each other, and the world was at last becoming a good, joyous, and warm place again. It was becoming a place Lex didn't just want to rule. He wanted to live, and to keep loving, with this magnificent man right here in his arms. Yes, he mused, perhaps another person could complete a person, especially one who'd been missing a part of himself and been as lonely as he had for so very, very long. His heart was no longer cold, he realized as he held Clark as close as he could through the clothes they wore; his heart, his very soul, was filled and warmed by Clark's love.
"Good point," he whispered quietly against Clark's soft, dark hair. "We have nothing left to wish for for we have everything right here."
"Yes, we do," Clark agreed joyously. "I love you, Lex."
Lex started to answer him, started to hunt for words to finally tell him what he meant to him, but he didn't have to search for Clark silenced all the words he'd been planning by pressing his lips to his. Lex slid his tongue into Clark's hot mouth, managed to pull him even closer as he not just hugged but clung to him, and showed him all the love he'd been holding for him alone with every touch of his lips, tongue, fingers, and even his teeth long into the night that did seem made just for them and their love after all.
The End
