What You Sow by Plnunn (NC17)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Length: epic novel length, 808K, 144,702 words
Author on LJ: plnunn
Author Website: bishonenworks, fanfic and fanart, original fic, and art
Why this must be read: no rec marathon of mine would ever be complete without Plnunn!
She, bagheera_san and xparrot are like the unholy trinity, whose characterization of Clark and Lex has never failed to drive me totally and completely crazy!!
its like , they are *better* (better being a relative term) than on the show, but lightyears from being wholly likeable.
One of Plnunn's fic characteristics is like dissecting everything, both in finished stories as well as current WIPs, things that are like being glossed over in the show, or conveniently forgotten.
I read her clex fics, despite more often than not hating clark and lex. They are so very human, they make mistakes, make wrong assumptions and conclusions, are more often idiotic than not, but they are still larger than life, and their errors are bigger, and hurt more and , they try harder then on the show...and ALL ITS SO MADDENING! *hits them*
all in all, Plnunn not just has lots of new Clex WIP going on, her entire SV work, the fics and the clex comics and art etc (sample on her homepage are entirely brilliant!
Summary: Picks up at the end of Season 6. Lana's dead and Lex and Clark form an uneasy alliance to track down the killer. And come to find out, there's a little bit of Zod left in Lex. And Clark is discovering an undeniable attraction that he really wishes weren't there.
Lex turned to look at him, eyes fever bright, cheeks flushed from the booze. "It - - said it recognized the flavor of him - - or whatever he was - - in my blood. How is that possible, if he's gone? Zod."
The sound of the name on Lex's tongue made Clark's heart pound a little faster. "He's gone, Lex. It's - - it's been over a year. He's gone."
"How could you possibly know that? How could you possibly know half the things you claim as gospel? I have nightmares five days out of seven about Dark Thursday - - about Fine. About what I did when Zod was inside me. About what he did to me."
"You remember?" Clark asked, fighting for calm. Trying to decipher the range of emotion flittering behind Lex's eyes. Lex was never so open nowadays, never showed show much - -not unless there were great quantities of alcohol involved - - or equal amounts of blood lost.
Lex laughed and swallowed the scotch in one long swig. "Not a damned thing. It's all a big blank, but what the mind knows and what the subconscious knows are two different things. It seems my subconscious is in on secrets that it's not sharing with my mind."
It was a dangerous topic. A loaded one and Lex was the last person on earth that he wanted to dredge up memories of it with.
"Lex, I have nightmares about that day sometimes. Everybody who was impacted by it probably does now and then."
"Do you want to know what I've been feeling, ever since that fucking thing that wore your face, brought the subject up?" Lex hissed, a moment of flash flood anger. "That there is something left inside. Like the tip of a lizard's tail that breaks off and lays there, still wriggling, amputated from its body - - but still fucking wriggling. I can't get the image out of my mind."
The glass hit the wall behind Clark, raining fine crystal on the carpet. It was unsettling, the words and the images and the possibilities and it occurred to him that none of them in the know had ever bothered to do Lex the simple courtesy of letting him know that Zod had been banished permanently. And he'd been obsessing about it, one way or another for a year or more. Fortifying because of it - - building armies.
Fuck.
What You Sow
or here
What You Sow
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Length: epic novel length, 808K, 144,702 words
Author on LJ: plnunn
Author Website: bishonenworks, fanfic and fanart, original fic, and art
Why this must be read: no rec marathon of mine would ever be complete without Plnunn!
She, bagheera_san and xparrot are like the unholy trinity, whose characterization of Clark and Lex has never failed to drive me totally and completely crazy!!
its like , they are *better* (better being a relative term) than on the show, but lightyears from being wholly likeable.
One of Plnunn's fic characteristics is like dissecting everything, both in finished stories as well as current WIPs, things that are like being glossed over in the show, or conveniently forgotten.
I read her clex fics, despite more often than not hating clark and lex. They are so very human, they make mistakes, make wrong assumptions and conclusions, are more often idiotic than not, but they are still larger than life, and their errors are bigger, and hurt more and , they try harder then on the show...and ALL ITS SO MADDENING! *hits them*
all in all, Plnunn not just has lots of new Clex WIP going on, her entire SV work, the fics and the clex comics and art etc (sample on her homepage are entirely brilliant!
Summary: Picks up at the end of Season 6. Lana's dead and Lex and Clark form an uneasy alliance to track down the killer. And come to find out, there's a little bit of Zod left in Lex. And Clark is discovering an undeniable attraction that he really wishes weren't there.
Lex turned to look at him, eyes fever bright, cheeks flushed from the booze. "It - - said it recognized the flavor of him - - or whatever he was - - in my blood. How is that possible, if he's gone? Zod."
The sound of the name on Lex's tongue made Clark's heart pound a little faster. "He's gone, Lex. It's - - it's been over a year. He's gone."
"How could you possibly know that? How could you possibly know half the things you claim as gospel? I have nightmares five days out of seven about Dark Thursday - - about Fine. About what I did when Zod was inside me. About what he did to me."
"You remember?" Clark asked, fighting for calm. Trying to decipher the range of emotion flittering behind Lex's eyes. Lex was never so open nowadays, never showed show much - -not unless there were great quantities of alcohol involved - - or equal amounts of blood lost.
Lex laughed and swallowed the scotch in one long swig. "Not a damned thing. It's all a big blank, but what the mind knows and what the subconscious knows are two different things. It seems my subconscious is in on secrets that it's not sharing with my mind."
It was a dangerous topic. A loaded one and Lex was the last person on earth that he wanted to dredge up memories of it with.
"Lex, I have nightmares about that day sometimes. Everybody who was impacted by it probably does now and then."
"Do you want to know what I've been feeling, ever since that fucking thing that wore your face, brought the subject up?" Lex hissed, a moment of flash flood anger. "That there is something left inside. Like the tip of a lizard's tail that breaks off and lays there, still wriggling, amputated from its body - - but still fucking wriggling. I can't get the image out of my mind."
The glass hit the wall behind Clark, raining fine crystal on the carpet. It was unsettling, the words and the images and the possibilities and it occurred to him that none of them in the know had ever bothered to do Lex the simple courtesy of letting him know that Zod had been banished permanently. And he'd been obsessing about it, one way or another for a year or more. Fortifying because of it - - building armies.
Fuck.
What You Sow
or here
What You Sow