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crack_van2006-04-29 12:24 am
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Girl by Basingstoke (NC-17)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Lex Luthor/Bruce Wayne
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basingstoke
Author Website: Basingstoke's Site
Why this must be read: This is one of those stories that falls through the fandom cracks. There's no Clark Kent, yet this is clearly the Lex Luthor from Smallville. It's a departure from canon in that Lex is at Princeton and his mother is still alive, but it's not the Lex from comics or cartoons. And there's Bruce Wayne - Lex's friend and sometimes lover, but he's not Batman. At least not yet. I like this story because it leaves me with lasting images: Lex in a dress walking down the street on Bruce's arm (but it's not a story about cross-dressing); Lex and Bruce shopping for funeral suits together; Lionel trying to articulate his relationship with his son in a scene that remains vaguely unsettling. The story seems to carry a lot more emotional weight than it should given the restrained quality of the writing, but somehow it manages to perfectly capture Lex's state of mind - a sense of loss and a feeling of searching for something he can't quite define. A beautiful story.
Three-inch heels and Bruce still towered over him. It was deeply unfair.
"It's a nice dress. I like the dress," Bruce said.
"Thank you. Do you like the earrings? They're my mother's." Lex fingered the onyx drops. She didn't know he'd stolen them, of course. Although--he could probably tell her about the drag. She knew about Bruce...
Lex made a mental note to tell his mother about the band when next they spoke. She'd probably find it amusing.
Bruce was frowning. "Is it--like a costume? Or do you really feel like a girl?"
"I'm not transgendered, no."
Expressions chased each other over Bruce's face as he tried to make his words clear. "I mean--does the dress make you act differently? Does it make you act like a girl? Or is it all an act?" He was still scowling at the end of his speech, which meant he wasn't satisfied with what he'd managed to say.
"It's not an act, even if I am acting different. I can't take your arm in a suit." The sidewalk was ill-lit and rough. Lex leaned against Bruce. "But I always want to. You have a great arm."
Read the story: Girl, and let the author know!
Pairing: Lex Luthor/Bruce Wayne
Author on LJ:
basingstokeAuthor Website: Basingstoke's Site
Why this must be read: This is one of those stories that falls through the fandom cracks. There's no Clark Kent, yet this is clearly the Lex Luthor from Smallville. It's a departure from canon in that Lex is at Princeton and his mother is still alive, but it's not the Lex from comics or cartoons. And there's Bruce Wayne - Lex's friend and sometimes lover, but he's not Batman. At least not yet. I like this story because it leaves me with lasting images: Lex in a dress walking down the street on Bruce's arm (but it's not a story about cross-dressing); Lex and Bruce shopping for funeral suits together; Lionel trying to articulate his relationship with his son in a scene that remains vaguely unsettling. The story seems to carry a lot more emotional weight than it should given the restrained quality of the writing, but somehow it manages to perfectly capture Lex's state of mind - a sense of loss and a feeling of searching for something he can't quite define. A beautiful story.
Three-inch heels and Bruce still towered over him. It was deeply unfair.
"It's a nice dress. I like the dress," Bruce said.
"Thank you. Do you like the earrings? They're my mother's." Lex fingered the onyx drops. She didn't know he'd stolen them, of course. Although--he could probably tell her about the drag. She knew about Bruce...
Lex made a mental note to tell his mother about the band when next they spoke. She'd probably find it amusing.
Bruce was frowning. "Is it--like a costume? Or do you really feel like a girl?"
"I'm not transgendered, no."
Expressions chased each other over Bruce's face as he tried to make his words clear. "I mean--does the dress make you act differently? Does it make you act like a girl? Or is it all an act?" He was still scowling at the end of his speech, which meant he wasn't satisfied with what he'd managed to say.
"It's not an act, even if I am acting different. I can't take your arm in a suit." The sidewalk was ill-lit and rough. Lex leaned against Bruce. "But I always want to. You have a great arm."
Read the story: Girl, and let the author know!