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So, I recently created 3 Superman Fanfics. All of them are one shots and all of them are available right now on Fanfiction.net. I do plan to make more, but for now, this is what I have. So please, enjoy my Superman Fanfics:
The Day we first met
It’s been like what, ten years? Yes, I think it has. It’s been ten years since I first met you. You rescued me from that plane. Our eyes met. You smiled. I fell deeply in love.
I felt like a schoolgirl, did you know? Knowing you, you probably did. How did I make you feel? You’ve never told me. Then again, I never asked. Maybe I should. Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe it doesn’t matter. After all, you’re in my arms tonight.
Oh! Did you feel that? I think it’s kicking! Our baby is kicking! I smile as I place your hand on my stomach. Can you feel her? She wants to meet you. She’ll be coming real soon. It’s not long afterwards that I feel my water break. I see you panic and I can’t help but smile. Because that’s the real you, Clark Kent, and I love you for it.
No matter what comes our way I will always be by your side. As you will be by mine. I chose you Clark Kent. And that says something. I just wonder if I am worthy of your love. Of course, I don’t have time to ponder why you fell in love with me. Perhaps another night. Because this baby is coming and I have a job to do.
Just give me a favor world, okay? No disasters tonight. Please, let my husband stay by my side. I need him tonight. I need to feel safe. I need him now. As he needs me.
Hours pass and finally my daughter is born. Martha Lara Kent. I like it. After all it honors the women who made it possible for him to be here today, to be with me. And he is with me, holding me, smiling. Of course he’s smiling, it is his little girl’s birthday.
So, a few days ago I posted a bunch of good Superman Fanfics to take a look at. Of course, I know that it went long, but it is still worth your time. Take a few days and read them, k? You will be glad you did.
Now, I that’s not quite why I am posting this. I have found some new fanfics (thanks to Fuck Yeah! Lois Lane) and I want you to check them out. They are extremely well written and I think they could be used by DC if they wanted to. So, without further ado, please allow me to present a collection of Superman Fanfics by saavikam77′. (Who wasn’t in the last one at all . . . )
II. Heaven – Warrant (Clark)
When I come home late at night
And you’re in bed asleep
I wrap my arms around you
So I can feel you breathe
I don’t need to be a superman
As long as you will always be my biggest fan
Coming in the door after a long shift that might’ve stretched three days—he wasn’t quite sure at this point—Clark couldn’t help the bone-tired ache that permeated him. He still wasn’t used to all this, not at the levels he’d been running lately, and it showed, he knew. There would be a long sunbath in the morning to work out the kinks and recharge his batteries, but until then, something better and much more inviting waited for him.
A long trudge upstairs, and he shed his clothes and slipped into the bed next to his soon-to-be wife.
“Love you, Lois,” he whispered close as he dropped a kiss on her forehead.
She stirred slightly, a little smile pulling at her lips, and Clark settled in eagerly, so grateful for her that he thought his heart might burst.
No matter what else the world might have in store for him on any given day, as long as he could come back here, to the safety of her arms, everything would be perfect.
III. Starlight – Muse (Lois)
I will be chasing your starlight
Until the end of my life
I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore
Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold you in my arms
You electrify my life
Let’s conspire to ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive
Some days, Lois could swear there was starlight in Clark’s eyes, some remnant of his birthplace, an otherworldly echo of the world that sent him to Earth, to her. Days like those, she could stare for hours if it wouldn’t get her in trouble.
Ah, who was she kidding? She’d do it anyway, and damn the consequences.
“You’re doing it again.”
Startled by her fiancé’s sudden intrusion on her reverie, Lois straightened at her desk, huffed, and lifted her chin in defiance as she set back to work on the day’s article. “Like you don’t do the same thing all the time,” she countered.
Clark chuckled, “Touché.”
Lois would swear then she could even hear the starlight, and it was the most beautiful astral symphony ever.
IV. Pick U Up – Adam Lambert (Clark)
Jumpin’ out the window
Movin’ on, groovin’ on
Which way will the wind blow?
We can’t be wrong, so say “So long”
Imma pick u up, Imma pick u up
We’re gonna see where we can go
This is how I live, this is what I give
And you’re the one I want to know
“Are you cold?”
Pulling back just enough to give Clark a snarky look, Lois snorted. “You ask me that every time we do this, and what do I always tell you?”
He couldn’t help the flush that crept up his cheeks at that. “That you’re fine.”
“Exactly!” she said, swatting his backside. “Clark, you’re a furnace. We could be passing through a snow storm, and I’d be fine,” she finished with a chuckle.
Holding her just a little tighter in his embrace as he flew them higher above the city, his cape wrapped around them both, Clark dipped his head to kiss her, thinking that she’d never know how she did the same for him, every part of his body on fire for her. Lightning couldn’t come close to comparing with the woman in his arms.
~*~*~*~V. Tonight, Tonight – The Smashing Pumpkins (Lois)
Time is never time at all
You can never ever leave, without leaving a piece of youth
And our lives are forever changed
We will never be the same
And you know you’re never sure
But you’re sure you could be right
If you held yourself up to the light
And the embers never fade, in your city by the lake
The place where you were born
Lois couldn’t believe there was a time that she wasn’t part of this, the whole nine yards, the Watchtower, the inner circle of the League. Oh, she’d pitched a fit when she found out what had been going on, that so many of their friends—even Tess, of all people—were a part of the team, but it just seemed so long ago now. Nothing but a dream.
But then, she couldn’t believe there was a time that she was completely in the dark about Clark, too.
So many things had changed since that time.
“You coming up after you’re done here?” Clark asked her from across their desks as he gathered his things at the end of the workday.
“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss pizza night for the world,” Lois answered, sitting back in her chair and trying to look innocent.
She couldn’t wait to see his face when he found out the League was throwing him a birthday party.
And later, when she told him that he wouldn’t be the last of his line, after all.
VI. Born to Be My Baby – Bon Jovi (Clark)
I don’t need nothing when I’m by your side
We got something that’ll never die
Our dreams, our pride
And I’ll never let go cause
There’s something I know deep inside
You were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man
Seeing her like this, eyes on fire with Lane wrath as she held a hand over her softly rounded belly, Clark knew without a doubt that there was no one else in the entire universe, on this or any other world or plane, that he’d rather be building a future with. She was a force to be reckoned with, a storm waiting to strike at just the slightest provocation, and she was by his side, working with him, forging her own path, no fear.
Woe be to the fool that stood in her path. Especially on a disastrous day like today, with the Steelworkers Union strike turning violent, and news to be reported.
Mister White stood no chance.
“—and if you think for a second that I’m not covering this thing myself, you’re sadly mistaken,” she went on, seething, nostrils flared as she tore into their editor.
At that, the older man just threw up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, but if you get killed out there, I’m not responsible.”
“Uh, don’t worry, sir,” Clark cut in then, a hand on Lois’s elbow to stay her continued tirade, “I’ll make sure she gets there and back in one piece.”
Hazel eyes turned on him at that, glinting with hard warning, and Clark swallowed audibly.
Woe be to the fool, indeed.
Luckily, he was the one man in the universe that could take it, and was glad for the privilege to do so; he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but right here with her.
VII. In This Together – Apoptygma Berzerk (Clark & Lois)
And in your troubled eyes I see
Someone who carried me somehow
Like footprints in the sand
You’ve been behind me all along
Don’t you see it’s you and me against the world
‘Cause we’re in this together
You and me
One on one forever
“Can you hear me?” Clark, please hear me, Lois silently prayed. “Just hold on, okay? I’ll get us out of here.”
Working her wrists, she tried the cuffs again, felt the bones of her left hand grind painfully against each other as she finally gained some ground. She’d probably have to break her hand to get free, but that was small potatoes right now. With those monsters out there sure to return at any time, it was either a broken hand or their captors’ promised torture, each minute they stayed here bringing the very real possibility of never going home again, never getting to see their child open his eyes for the first time, or hear his first cries.
And she couldn’t allow it, flat out refused to lose her baby to these madmen, or let Clark endure the pain they’d already inflicted upon him for another minute.
As it was, he was probably unconscious behind her, handcuffed to the other side of the column in the underground garage.
“Tried to tell you it was a trap,” she muttered under her breath, wincing at the crunch when the bone of her thumb finally gave way. “Tried to tell you they weren’t really steelworkers, but nooooo… you just had to crash in and try to get me out, no plan, no—” A pained gasp tore from her throat as she finally slipped the cuff, and she scrambled up and around the column quickly, holding her broken hand close over her belly. “Come on,” she urged her husband, pulling the green glowing razor wire from around him, oblivious to the damage to her good hand. “I’ve got you. Wake up!”
From the burning darkness, Clark felt the world tilt around him, nausea bubbling up and subsiding in rapid succession as the inferno suddenly lessened. Lois, he tried to cry out plaintively, swimming toward the surface of his mind.
Her voice was so far away, but… getting closer.
The pain eased again, and his world started to clear.
“Come on, gotta get you out of here. You have to wake up,” his wife ordered. “Your family needs you to wake up now.”
A groan filled his ears. His own voice. Then, light, his vision returning, the world coming slowly into focus as he blinked awake.
“There you are,” Lois said, prodding him further aware with a gentle slap on the cheek. “Let’s go.”
And he saw the way she was cradling her left hand, her thumb at an odd angle and the skin of both hands torn, bruised, bleeding.
The cuffs on his own wrists snapped like paper ribbons, determination and renewed strength coursing through him as the poison left his system and he heard—finally—the still strong heartbeat nestled in Lois’s womb.
“Yeah,” he nodded, “Let’s go.”
And together, they did.
VIII. Clear Skies – Rooster (Clark & Lois)
I’ll catch you if you fall
I’ll give you shelter from it all
So when you feel alone…
Look in my direction
When you think we’ve disappeared
Close your eyes and you will see it, you can feel it
The sky’s about to clear
Sliding open the curtains, Clark drank in the morning sun. Days like this didn’t come often, so much darkness permeating the world lately, but when they did… well, how could he not take advantage? Besides, the League had a handle on things for now, and it was a weekend, no breaking news to rush off to at the moment. He could enjoy it while he had the chance.
And what better way to start enjoying it than a home-cooked breakfast in bed? Lois would certainly appreciate the fresh coffee, he knew.
A look back at the bed then, at his beautiful sleeping wife, the sun falling across her face, shining in her hair, and Clark decided that breakfast could maybe wait a little longer. They had the time, surely.
That was, until he heard the uneasy whimper from the next room.
Blinking against the light assaulting her from the open window, Lois woke with a slight groan, tossed an arm over her eyes. It was definitely too early to be up on a Sunday. She was gonna need coffee, and pronto, or else—
“Hey, hey, it’s all right,” Clark’s soothing voice came to her, gentle and unhurried, and she realized he wasn’t in the bed next to her. Where—?
Then she heard the baby gurgle, start making those adorable slurping noises, and the little bit of panic she’d never admit to allowing herself subsided.
Slowly uncovering her eyes, she found Clark standing by the window, cradling their son in one arm and feeding him a fresh bottle with the other, sunlight surrounding them, a brilliant halo of life.
To think, six months ago she and Clark were being held by psychotic alien-hunters disguised as steelworkers, wounded and unsure of their future, of this future. It amazed her just how bad times always seemed to pass, how things always seemed to come back to this, to them.
“Morning, handsome,” she said after a while, smiling at her boys.
Clark turned to give her a soft smile, that starlight in his eyes again. “Morning, yourself.”
Lois raised an eyebrow. “Who said I was talking to you?”
The grinning laugh she got in return was pure, perfect love, and worth every dark day that would inevitably come and go. No matter how dark things got, the sun would always come out, the sky would always clear again.
I loved Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman. Of course, it had it’s issues but overall it was a great story told by great actors. It produced some of my favorite moments. This is one of them:
So, good & fanfic is always an oxymoron. At least to me that is. So many crappy stories exist that you could fill a thousand blogs with them alone. Hell, if I cared enough, that’s would provably be the next blog I would make. Luckily, I just don’t care enough to do it. However, every-so-often I find a few morsels that are worth mentioning. That are actually good pieces of writing! Sure, they ain’t perfect and they are their writer’s fantasies on the page, but all fiction is like that. And this is decent fiction.
So, I’ll shut up now and let you read for yourself.
A Welcome Ache
A day never passed that Martha didn’t think of her husband. As the years wore on, the minutes spent pining for Jonathan grew fewer, and the ache grew less sharp, but still, he was never far from her mind. The littlest thing would bring his memory rushing back, the sight of his jacket still hanging on the hook by the door, the aroma of a fresh pot of coffee in the morning, the autumn sun rising over the fields, and she’d come to welcome the little reminders of him, with all the bittersweet longing they brought with them.
On the day she stood in the office of Smallville’s Justice of the Peace with Clark and Lois, Jason’s little hand tucked into hers as the JP recited the simple ceremony the happy couple had chosen, her head swam with memories of her years with Jonathan. Their first kiss, their wedding day, long days spent working the farm, holidays spent tucked in together in front of the warm fire while Clark played outside, their last day spent together before he’d died. He’d been the best husband a man could ever hope to be and a woman could ever hope to have, had always made her feel loved, wanted, and needed, and she’d never regretted a minute she spent with him.
Wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye with a tissue she’d brought specifically anticipating the need, Martha watched her son take Lois’s hand in his and gently place the simple platinum band on her ring finger, his vows falling from his lips in a soft litany of utter devotion. She knew then without a shadow of a doubt that he would be just as wonderful a husband to his wife as Jonathan had been to her.
And at that thought, the tears began to spill freely down her cheeks, her heart swelling with love and joy.
Red Tights: My Superman Fantasy
By Esther Huffleclaw
When I was a girl, I learned that when I grew up I could be a writer. Writers can change the world, and women can be writers. Although I read many stories by women writers, there were few stories about women writers. There was a story about a girl whose teacher loved her writing, but criticized her many italics, and there were others whose stories were written as diaries. I learned that women are the best writers.
When I was a teenager, I read the story of Lois Lane, the woman who won the love of Superman. I remembered the comics I had read as a child in my uncle’s house in northern BC; I remembered how much I had loved the story of how Lois Lane pursued the Man of Steel, at first only looking for an interview, then later seeking and winning his heart. I had once wanted to be a nurse, but then I read about the writer, Lois Lane. I would have to grow up a writer and I would have to find a Superman.
The first time I saw him, I would think he was a bird. He would be so far away, so high. Then I would realize that he was not a bird, and I would think him to be an airplane. He would swoop low and I would realize he was a man, a man flying without wings. I would be a young journalist the day I saw my Superman fly away into the clouds. The critics would accuse me of repetition and no imagination, but I would write about only him. I would beg him for a meeting, for an interview. Every time he appeared, I would be there with a camera and a notepad. We would settle into a comfortable routine of cat and mouse.
Even when I got used to the game, I would want even more to meet him. I would not care how long he dodged me; I would not give up. Suddenly, one day, another writer-a man-would catch my Superman and interview him. A rivalry would be birthed.
My Superman, now exposed by my rival’s article, would come to me one day and carry me away.
The earth fell away beneath us, and I gasped and gripped his shoulders tighter. I had been on an airplane before, but this was nothing like that; here, the distance from the ground and the movement were so much more immediate.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said to me.
“I’m not afraid,” I said out of pride.
(“But it’s so high,” I would have said in real life, mad at story heroines for lying so much. “I’m terrified. Do you have to fly so high? So fast?”)
“We’re almost there,” Superman said. “Relax.”
We landed on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean with salt spray crashing on the shore. Superman steadied me on the wet, slippery rocks and helped me to sit down on a drier one. We sat for a moment in silence, gazing at the sea.
“I’m sorry,” Superman said. “I’m sorry I gave your interview to Clark.”
“It’s okay,” I lied. In fact, this was the meeting I had dreamed of for so long-the interview was secondary. Being with him was better than writing a story about him. But I still resented his openness with another, with my rival, a man.
After a few more minutes of silence, he took me home. The flight back was not as terrifying-maybe I was getting used to this. We landed on my balcony.
“Thank-you,” I said, glad to be out of the sky.
“Good-night,” he said. Then he flew away.
I watched him become a dark slash against the sky, then a dot, then a speck, then disappear altogether.
He came often after that, appearing at my window to take me on an adventure through the night. As I lost my fear of flying, our flights became exhilarating escapes and I eagerly looked forward to them. Sometimes, he would let me glide alone for short distances, always catching me long before I began to fall.
At this same time, my feelings towards my rival were changing. Although we still competed for the best stories, we became friends. Sometimes we would even collaborate on a story, sharing the work and sharing the credit. Slowly, our friendship deepened and one day I realized I loved him. This surprised me, for I always thought I loved my Superman and no other. After much thought, I decided that Superman was not for me; he was an exciting dream, but I needed someone real. So, when Clark asked me to marry him, I said yes.
When Superman arrived at my window that night, I had a speech planned for him. I was going to tell him that I loved him, but it could never lead to anything. I was going to tell him that I had found someone else. I was going to ask him to stop coming to my window. I never said any of those things. Superman spoke first.
“There’s something I have to tell you,” he said. “I live two lives: one as Superman, and one as a regular human being. You know me in both lives; I am Clark Kent.”
I was stunned and angry. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” I asked.
“I wanted you to love me for me, not because I am Superman,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
I forgave him because I loved him. At least now I knew how Clark had gotten the interview. After we married, I was so happy. Superman no longer came to my window, but we still went on late-night flights-now we jumped out of our own window together.
My real life used to be so disappointing. For years, I watched as my friends found love and success and I wondered what I was doing wrong.
But then one day I realized that the mild-mannered young man who had become my best friend and confidant was also the super man I had been looking for. I asked him to marry me and we have lived happily ever after.