WIP Amnesty Week - Day 6
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seriousficThe suspect: A Lex/Diana fic in Smallville continuity.
The charge: Lex Luthor has been dead for years in SV canon, AND this is a fic where he’s not having sex with Clark. The potential audience is about two people, both of whom are really spam-bots. Plus, the idea of Wondy redeeming Lex is a bit too Mary-Sueish to be workable.
The judgment:
Sometimes, Lex suspected he had magpie ancestry. There were times he would see something beautiful… pure and true and lovely… and he simply had to have it.
There were different ways of having it, of course. He could buy it or know it or deny it to anyone else. It wasn’t, he supposed, a particularly noble emotion, but he took some pride in knowing what he wanted and going after it. He didn’t lie about it, he didn’t dress it up in pretty words… he just did it.
Usually there were a dozen things at once catching his eye, but seeing her wiped the slate clean. All his previous desires melted into one: Her name was Diana. The moniker the newspapers had given was cruder, but perhaps more apt: Wonder Woman.
She’s surfaced in Boston to kill a monster, and she so beguiled him that he found her more compelling than the invader that proved he’d been right all along.
“Look at her,” Lex said. Multiple feeds of the Battle of Boston tied together into a 3D hologram of her throwing a punch. The violence of the moment somehow increased her beauty. “She’s no meteor freak, you can tell just by looking at her. And she isn’t an alien. She fights for us. She’s one of us, only better.”
Gina had her arms crossed in rare disapproval. “She’s wearing a glorified swimsuit.”
“She’s so pure, and yet sexual. A creature of grace, born without shame or repression.”
“Breathe, Lex,” Gina murmured under her breath.
“I have to meet her.”
“You and every other man on the planet.”
“You know the difference between them and I?”
”They’re not Lex Luthor?”
“Precisely.”
The charge: Lex Luthor has been dead for years in SV canon, AND this is a fic where he’s not having sex with Clark. The potential audience is about two people, both of whom are really spam-bots. Plus, the idea of Wondy redeeming Lex is a bit too Mary-Sueish to be workable.
The judgment:
Sometimes, Lex suspected he had magpie ancestry. There were times he would see something beautiful… pure and true and lovely… and he simply had to have it.
There were different ways of having it, of course. He could buy it or know it or deny it to anyone else. It wasn’t, he supposed, a particularly noble emotion, but he took some pride in knowing what he wanted and going after it. He didn’t lie about it, he didn’t dress it up in pretty words… he just did it.
Usually there were a dozen things at once catching his eye, but seeing her wiped the slate clean. All his previous desires melted into one: Her name was Diana. The moniker the newspapers had given was cruder, but perhaps more apt: Wonder Woman.
She’s surfaced in Boston to kill a monster, and she so beguiled him that he found her more compelling than the invader that proved he’d been right all along.
“Look at her,” Lex said. Multiple feeds of the Battle of Boston tied together into a 3D hologram of her throwing a punch. The violence of the moment somehow increased her beauty. “She’s no meteor freak, you can tell just by looking at her. And she isn’t an alien. She fights for us. She’s one of us, only better.”
Gina had her arms crossed in rare disapproval. “She’s wearing a glorified swimsuit.”
“She’s so pure, and yet sexual. A creature of grace, born without shame or repression.”
“Breathe, Lex,” Gina murmured under her breath.
“I have to meet her.”
“You and every other man on the planet.”
“You know the difference between them and I?”
”They’re not Lex Luthor?”
“Precisely.”
