Ficlets: Fun; Trapped; Released | SR & Reeveverse | Crack Pairs/Threes | R, R, & PG-13 | 1/1 ea
Fandom: Superman Returns & Superman Reeveverse
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: This is some hard and triggery stuff, mostly torture and non-con (though it's all short, at least). Should be almost the last of the hard stuff for the Superman Movieverse Pairings Challenge. Phew!
Title | Fandom | Pairing | Rating | Word Count | Prompts (as summary)
Fun | SR | Clark Kent/Lex Luthor/Lois Lane | R | 372 w | Torture, Blood
The alien didn’t wake up for three days. By that time, Lex had had his fun, put his mark on that Adonis perfection, marring up that golden skin so that no one would ever look at him in anything but utter disgust ever again. Assuming he lived long enough.
At this rate, it rather surprised Lex that the alien had survived at all, his wrists torn and bloody from the shackles, his lips tinged green with the poison that Lex was supplying through a steady IV infusion, and his open wounds starting to look infected. But that was neither here nor there, with the alien’s blue-now blue-greenish-eyes blinking open, awareness coming slowly as he woke.
“Good morning, sleepy-head,” Lex drawled, standing close and running a fingertip down the alien’s cheek, swiping away an errant drop of blood. “Didn’t think you’d ever decide to join me.”
The panic in those eyes was unmistakable, and the gurgled attempt at a scream was beautiful music. Now that the alien was awake, he could have even more fun.
~*~*~
Lex hadn’t counted on the reporter to still be alive, either, after what he’d done to her. A few shallow cuts here, a removed fingernail there, a handful of electric shocks, all while she dangled limply from the chains he’d bound her with. She was a resilient one, Lane, a lot like her father, if he remembered the old bastard right.
Waking from a two-day nap, her eyes were sharp as ever, her voice full of venom when she spat at him, “Gonna murder you, Luthor. You’ll suffer more than either of us have, and when I’m done, I’ll paint the walls of this place with your blood.”
A chuckle rose up in Lex’s throat as he contemplated the wrath that Lane clung to so tightly, and he threw a long glance over his shoulder at the barely-breathing form of the alien, chained to the opposite wall.
“I think not,” he said after a moment, fixing his gaze on Lane again. “There’s still a lot more fun to be had for the three of us.”
And as Lex drew a knife across her left bicep, the reporter’s scream echoed off the walls, glorious and satisfying.
~*~*~*~
Trapped | SIII | Evil!Superman/Lana Lang/Lois Lane | R | 242 w | Fortress of Solitude, Slave/Enslave, Evil Twin
Somewhere, Lois knew the real Kal-El had to be trapped, terrified and hurt, unable to stop this madman from taking over his life. There was simply no way that he’d do the things that this monster was doing, sinking oil tankers, destroying monuments, causing mass-casualty incidents … keeping her and Lana locked up here … wherever they were, stripped and chained to this damn bed, forced to do whatever he felt like making them do.
Beside her, Lana sniffled, trying in vain to hide the tears that’d been slowly slipping down her cheeks, shivering from the cold in this … this alien ice palace, and Lois clenched her jaw, wishing there was some way to get the two of them out of here. If only she could reach the real Kal-El, then she could put a stop to this insanity. There had to be a way-
But then a frigid wind blew through the crystalline room, and he was there, the imposter, the freak that dared to wear Kal-El’s colors.
“Good evening, ladies. Did you miss me?” he said smoothly, his voice deep and rich, and Lois’s insides coiled into a knot, knowing just what that meant for them.
He’d take turns with them until they were both unconscious, bruised and used and another inch closer to death. And there wasn’t a goddamn thing she could do to stop him.
Reaching out, she caught Lana’s hand and squeezed. Somehow, she had to find Kal-El.
~*~*~*~
Released | Reeveverse | Jor-El/Ursa, Lara Lor-Van/Ursa | R | 226 w | Krypton, Vengeance, Burn
I.
Released.
The word burned in the back of Ursa’s throat. She’d given more than four years of her academic pursuits to this project. To this man. To Jor-El.
She supposed she should have known; an affair with her academic supervisor could only have ended in ruin. The man himself was known for his affinity for lovely women, and what was she in the end, but another in a long line of lovely women that had occupied his time?
Her heart on fire, Ursa stalked out of the building that had been her second home for these four years. She would not simply be tossed aside, not by the likes of Jor-El. Oh no, she would have her revenge, and it would cost him dearly.
II.
Stroking the long red hair splayed across the pillow, Ursa hummed in satisfaction. She certainly hadn’t expected her revenge on Jor-El to be quite so pleasurable.
She also hadn’t expected to find her heart softening, something akin to what might be love filling her chest. Certainly not for the woman that had been intended to be her replacement at Jor-El’s side. But bedding the man’s newest assistant, Lara, had become more than the retribution it had been intended as.
Allowing her eyes to fall closed, Ursa realized she was smiling, the word ‘released’ taking on a whole new meaning for her.
~*~*~*~
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: This is some hard and triggery stuff, mostly torture and non-con (though it's all short, at least). Should be almost the last of the hard stuff for the Superman Movieverse Pairings Challenge. Phew!
Title | Fandom | Pairing | Rating | Word Count | Prompts (as summary)
Fun | SR | Clark Kent/Lex Luthor/Lois Lane | R | 372 w | Torture, Blood
The alien didn’t wake up for three days. By that time, Lex had had his fun, put his mark on that Adonis perfection, marring up that golden skin so that no one would ever look at him in anything but utter disgust ever again. Assuming he lived long enough.
At this rate, it rather surprised Lex that the alien had survived at all, his wrists torn and bloody from the shackles, his lips tinged green with the poison that Lex was supplying through a steady IV infusion, and his open wounds starting to look infected. But that was neither here nor there, with the alien’s blue-now blue-greenish-eyes blinking open, awareness coming slowly as he woke.
“Good morning, sleepy-head,” Lex drawled, standing close and running a fingertip down the alien’s cheek, swiping away an errant drop of blood. “Didn’t think you’d ever decide to join me.”
The panic in those eyes was unmistakable, and the gurgled attempt at a scream was beautiful music. Now that the alien was awake, he could have even more fun.
~*~*~
Lex hadn’t counted on the reporter to still be alive, either, after what he’d done to her. A few shallow cuts here, a removed fingernail there, a handful of electric shocks, all while she dangled limply from the chains he’d bound her with. She was a resilient one, Lane, a lot like her father, if he remembered the old bastard right.
Waking from a two-day nap, her eyes were sharp as ever, her voice full of venom when she spat at him, “Gonna murder you, Luthor. You’ll suffer more than either of us have, and when I’m done, I’ll paint the walls of this place with your blood.”
A chuckle rose up in Lex’s throat as he contemplated the wrath that Lane clung to so tightly, and he threw a long glance over his shoulder at the barely-breathing form of the alien, chained to the opposite wall.
“I think not,” he said after a moment, fixing his gaze on Lane again. “There’s still a lot more fun to be had for the three of us.”
And as Lex drew a knife across her left bicep, the reporter’s scream echoed off the walls, glorious and satisfying.
~*~*~*~
Trapped | SIII | Evil!Superman/Lana Lang/Lois Lane | R | 242 w | Fortress of Solitude, Slave/Enslave, Evil Twin
Somewhere, Lois knew the real Kal-El had to be trapped, terrified and hurt, unable to stop this madman from taking over his life. There was simply no way that he’d do the things that this monster was doing, sinking oil tankers, destroying monuments, causing mass-casualty incidents … keeping her and Lana locked up here … wherever they were, stripped and chained to this damn bed, forced to do whatever he felt like making them do.
Beside her, Lana sniffled, trying in vain to hide the tears that’d been slowly slipping down her cheeks, shivering from the cold in this … this alien ice palace, and Lois clenched her jaw, wishing there was some way to get the two of them out of here. If only she could reach the real Kal-El, then she could put a stop to this insanity. There had to be a way-
But then a frigid wind blew through the crystalline room, and he was there, the imposter, the freak that dared to wear Kal-El’s colors.
“Good evening, ladies. Did you miss me?” he said smoothly, his voice deep and rich, and Lois’s insides coiled into a knot, knowing just what that meant for them.
He’d take turns with them until they were both unconscious, bruised and used and another inch closer to death. And there wasn’t a goddamn thing she could do to stop him.
Reaching out, she caught Lana’s hand and squeezed. Somehow, she had to find Kal-El.
~*~*~*~
Released | Reeveverse | Jor-El/Ursa, Lara Lor-Van/Ursa | R | 226 w | Krypton, Vengeance, Burn
I.
Released.
The word burned in the back of Ursa’s throat. She’d given more than four years of her academic pursuits to this project. To this man. To Jor-El.
She supposed she should have known; an affair with her academic supervisor could only have ended in ruin. The man himself was known for his affinity for lovely women, and what was she in the end, but another in a long line of lovely women that had occupied his time?
Her heart on fire, Ursa stalked out of the building that had been her second home for these four years. She would not simply be tossed aside, not by the likes of Jor-El. Oh no, she would have her revenge, and it would cost him dearly.
II.
Stroking the long red hair splayed across the pillow, Ursa hummed in satisfaction. She certainly hadn’t expected her revenge on Jor-El to be quite so pleasurable.
She also hadn’t expected to find her heart softening, something akin to what might be love filling her chest. Certainly not for the woman that had been intended to be her replacement at Jor-El’s side. But bedding the man’s newest assistant, Lara, had become more than the retribution it had been intended as.
Allowing her eyes to fall closed, Ursa realized she was smiling, the word ‘released’ taking on a whole new meaning for her.
~*~*~*~