not too short for a stormtrooper

The Way of All Dragons (the hungriest friends remix) by Pen
Smallville, Chloe and Lex, G.

A remix of Tris' really great looooootherville drabble, for PXMIX. How handy that I couldn't bring myself to cull this icon!

( She shrugs, like maybe he should go to hell for suggesting her motivations include cowardice. )

The Little Voices (three ways that Chloe and Lyle meet), by Pen.
Smallville/The Pretender, Chloe, PG.

I wrote this for zeplum a couple of weeks ago, because she was feeling down. It's pretty indulgent, and is completely unbetaed.

( three ways that chloe and lyle meet )

(not) the wrong girl by Pen
Smallville, Chloe, PG.

Trying to get back in the flow of things. Thanks to Sloane.

( She's sitting in City Hall, surrounded by dust and records older than she is, when she finds the third one. )

New Bonhomie, by Pen
Smallville, Chloe, rated PG.

For tab_a_slot_b. Prompt 018: Lex is a criminal mastermind and Chloe is his head of security. Lex isn't obsessed with Clark and Superman, it's the other way around, and Chloe knows it. Clark is a total asshole to her because he thinks she "betrayed" him. PORN.


( She waits until they're out in the open; until cameras of a different sort are trained upon them, but none are close enough to hear her words.  )

Letters Full of Excuses, by bantha_fodder
DCU/Smallville, rated G.

i do not own these characters. with thanks to resmin.

for A Very Smallville Crisis. a bit of an experiment, actually.

( She's just passing through. )

that city down below by pen
veronica mars/smallville

this is just an excuse for a whole lot of fucking.
spoilers for s1 vmars, but it's au after that

this sort of follows on from a restaurant with white tablecloths, but only sort of. and this one is much pornier. and with less point.

most of this was written several months ago, and i found it this afternoon and decided to finish it off and kick it out the door.


( Before the car can even start, before the door is even fully closed, Lex is on his knees. )

title: a restaurant with white tablecloths
fandom: gotham city / metropolis
disclaimer: i do not own
please do not archive

extended author's notes at the end.

ETA: you know what? i love this fic. i have never been so proud of something i've written ever. this took me months, and i love it SO MUCH. SO MUCH.

( Chloe's house phone rings, and she answers it before she realises she's never had it connected. )

This is a post about Chloe and Lex.

Lex is going to take over the world. He's going to be president, and it's going to be great. And he's going to drag Chloe along for the ride. I love the theory that maybe Mercy is Chloe (I've seen it a few places), but even if she isn't, I love Chloe as some secret of Lex's. OMG I have random Chloe/Lex as president fic around here somewhere that I never posted. I should try and find it.

zeplum wrote Ever Dance With The Devil In The Pale Moonlight? whilst I was sleeping, and it uses Bat-quotes whilst talking about Chloe and Lex.

It reminded me how much I love Lex and Chloe, so I am about to reread The Lines We Amend, which has been a fairly large influence on the Chloe/Lex (plus added Batman) fic I'm working on currently.

An excerpt from White Tablecloths (how do I come up with these names? I know not):

***

Chloe flies first class.

She keeps the receipts. She'll bill Lex for it later.

*

Two suits, hanging lonely in the closet. Dingy motel room, cockroaches on the floor and heating that doesn't work. Coffee for breakfast. Chats with hot dog sellers, establishing contacts and patterns.

This is familiar, she thinks, bitterly.

*

The Wayne Building casts a shadow over the Gotham Plaza as she strides through it. She stares up at the building, raises a hand to block the sun glaring behind it. It's more attractive than the LexCorp Building; more care has obviously been taken with the architecture, and it shows. The classic style, compared to LexCorp's more post-modern approach to design, demonstrates the difference in organisational technique.

She tries the words out in her head, tastes them on her tongue and imagines them on the page.

She shakes her head. She'll never be a lifestyle reporter, but maybe she can pass for one long enough to escape Batman's notice.

The Bat Man doesn't need to know that Lex is casing Gotham.

SLOANE IS GREAT.

title: not consolation but distraction
fandom: smallville
i do not own

this is a gift for sloane, who is currently asleep, but had a bad day. there shall be much of this spam until i go to bed.

( She skims past the words but only sees the LexCorp logo. )

for those of you not sloane, this fic follows from this and this, although you do not need to read them to understand this. i put the links in simply so you can read the rest of my chloe/lex.