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East of the Sun by Roxymissrose (NC-17)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Pete/Lex, Clark/Whitney, Clark/Lex
Length: long novel length
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roxymissrose
Author Website: none listed
Why this must be read:
This story should be read for the detail and effort put into it alone. The language, the settings, the plethora of well chosen references makes it all feel like as engaging a period piece as any film. The story sprawls out, taking us first into Lex's world in the jazz age (or the decline of it) and then to Clark in Kansas in the mid 1930s. It's when their worlds begin to mesh, that everything begins to speed to conclusion. Roxy's work is always characterized by amazing original characters who add to the landscape and this piece is no exception. In short, it's a story with everything---detail, plot, characters, and, of course, well written erotica.
"Clark…you do like girls, right?"
"Mom!"
"I'm not trying to pry! Not too much anyway…" She stopped and flushed a bright red and seemed to be looking for a way to go on. "Son. I guess the easiest way I can put it is like this…the Lord made the animals, each with a mate…um…pairs. Um." She looked down at the floor, than back up. "Clark." She looked at him helplessly, and Clark understood.
"Oh. Oh." He knew the story of his discovery; he'd known as far back as he could remember. From the moment he could understand that he was different, when it became obvious he was, Mom and Dad explained as best they could how he came to be. After last year when he'd seen it in the root cellar, he knew that his cradle wasn't made of maple, like Hannah's, it was made of stuff from the stars. And Mom was worried—she wasn't the only one. Maybe since he was some kind of Flash Gordon thing that fell out of the sky, since he wasn't meant to be here, maybe there was no one, no soul-mate some where out there waiting for him. Or living up the street…
"There…there is a girl. Will be…some day, I hope. You know Lana. I care for her lots. She makes me—" he coughed. Geez, he almost told her just exactly how she made him feel. "She makes me smile. She makes me happy. I feel that…we're meant to be..." she just doesn’t know I exist.
His mom came to the table and kissed him right between the eyes and he grinned. "I'm glad. And I think—I'm just being silly. And speaking of something else that makes you happy, when do we get to meet your friend?"
Clark stopped peeling and looked at his mom in confusion. "Friend?"
"Yes, Whitney. We keep hearing about this great guy, how 'cool' he is," she smiled, and Clark tried not to snicker at her use of slang.
Whitney? Clark tried to remember the times he'd talked about him—he hadn't realized he'd talked about him at all.
Link the fic at the bottom of your recommendation, outside of any cut-tags:
East of the Sun
Pairing: Pete/Lex, Clark/Whitney, Clark/Lex
Length: long novel length
Author on LJ:
roxymissroseAuthor Website: none listed
Why this must be read:
This story should be read for the detail and effort put into it alone. The language, the settings, the plethora of well chosen references makes it all feel like as engaging a period piece as any film. The story sprawls out, taking us first into Lex's world in the jazz age (or the decline of it) and then to Clark in Kansas in the mid 1930s. It's when their worlds begin to mesh, that everything begins to speed to conclusion. Roxy's work is always characterized by amazing original characters who add to the landscape and this piece is no exception. In short, it's a story with everything---detail, plot, characters, and, of course, well written erotica.
"Clark…you do like girls, right?"
"Mom!"
"I'm not trying to pry! Not too much anyway…" She stopped and flushed a bright red and seemed to be looking for a way to go on. "Son. I guess the easiest way I can put it is like this…the Lord made the animals, each with a mate…um…pairs. Um." She looked down at the floor, than back up. "Clark." She looked at him helplessly, and Clark understood.
"Oh. Oh." He knew the story of his discovery; he'd known as far back as he could remember. From the moment he could understand that he was different, when it became obvious he was, Mom and Dad explained as best they could how he came to be. After last year when he'd seen it in the root cellar, he knew that his cradle wasn't made of maple, like Hannah's, it was made of stuff from the stars. And Mom was worried—she wasn't the only one. Maybe since he was some kind of Flash Gordon thing that fell out of the sky, since he wasn't meant to be here, maybe there was no one, no soul-mate some where out there waiting for him. Or living up the street…
"There…there is a girl. Will be…some day, I hope. You know Lana. I care for her lots. She makes me—" he coughed. Geez, he almost told her just exactly how she made him feel. "She makes me smile. She makes me happy. I feel that…we're meant to be..." she just doesn’t know I exist.
His mom came to the table and kissed him right between the eyes and he grinned. "I'm glad. And I think—I'm just being silly. And speaking of something else that makes you happy, when do we get to meet your friend?"
Clark stopped peeling and looked at his mom in confusion. "Friend?"
"Yes, Whitney. We keep hearing about this great guy, how 'cool' he is," she smiled, and Clark tried not to snicker at her use of slang.
Whitney? Clark tried to remember the times he'd talked about him—he hadn't realized he'd talked about him at all.
Link the fic at the bottom of your recommendation, outside of any cut-tags:
East of the Sun