#dc fan ficition

[maladaptive---daydreamer]

The Fourth Time

Fandom: DC Universe/ Supergirl

Pairing: Clara Kent x gender neutral!reader

Summary/Request: Can you do a one-shot where the gender neutral human reader is a reporter for The Daily Planet and knows that their girlfriend Clara Kent (the female version of Superman) is Superwoman and they get kidnapped by Lex Luthor and then saved by Clara? Before the reader is saved, they say to Lex "this is the fourth time this week you've kidnapped me. Don't you have anything better to do?" - Anonymous

Word Count:1281

The sound of the shower turning off and the curtain being pulled back woke you. You yawned and stretched before getting out of bed and swapping places in the bathroom with Clara. You quickly showered and brushed your teeth before exiting and eating your breakfast in your robe.

“How’s work looking?” Clara asked from across the breakfast bar.

“I have to finish writing my supergirl article and interview the owner of the USA’s largest tomato” You replied.

“Sounds riveting”

“Oh believe me it is, I could stare at Supergirl in her suit all day”

Clara laughed at your joke and put her coffee mug in the sink.

“You should get dressed, I don’t think anyone would like you showing up to work in just your robe”

“Wow, she saves the city and she’s funny. Clara Kent everybody”

You hopped off the barstool and quickly changed your outfit. thankfully, the Planet was a lot more lenient on dress code ever since an article had been published by one of your colleagues showing the effect of comfy clothes on productivity and comfort.

“Hey, I’ll meet you at the bistro for lunch, yeah?” Clara said as you laced up your shoes.

“12?”

“12.30?”

“Yeah. Okay. I love you”

“I love you too”

With that, you left for the Daily Planet. You hailed a cab and checked for any meetings you had. So far it was only an interview with a shop owner who grew the biggest tomato in the US. It was boring but no one else was doing it so you were lumped with the task. 

You went through security and up to your cubicle. You logged onto your computer and opened up a draft of a different article and continued writing that. It was based on a few heists that were happening in the area by a new villain that Cara had the pleasure of meeting a few nights ago.

“Hey Y/N” A voice called out

“Hey Charlie”

“I bought you coffee and a bagel” your co-worker smiled. You really liked her, she was one of the kindest people on your floor and the two of you soon made close friends

“Thank you! I’m starving”

“You’re welcome. I’ll let you carry on with your article”

You took the lid off the coffee to let it cool down a bit more as you continued to type. A while later you were disturbed again.

“Y/N”

You looked up to see one of the interns.

“Your interview is here.”

“I wasn’t supposed to see him until 2″

“Well he’s here now”

You muttered a ‘thanks’ as you saved what you had written and collected your notebook and phone. You got down to the lobby and saw the farmer sitting nervously on one of the sofas.

“Mr Blake? Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m going to be conducting your interview”

“Ah yes”

“If you’ll follow me to one of our interview rooms”

“No wait, I forgot my tomato in the car.”

“I’m sure you don’t need-”

“Yes I do”

“Right well I’ll wait here and you-”

“No, you need to come with me.”

“I’m sorry-”

“To take pictures, the ones they already have a bad you see”

“I don’t have a camera”

“I do, it’s in my car.”

“Right”

You cautiously followed the old man out of the building and into the side alleyway he parked in. His old beat up truck was in front of three pristine SUVs. He reached his car and the doors of the SUVs opened. Tall burly men in suits surrounded you and the old man kept mumbling about how sorry he was. Lex came through a small gap and flung a bag of money at the farmer.

“Hello Y/N” The familiar annoying voice of Lex Luthor called out

“What do you want, Lex?”

“Your girlfriend”

“You’re not getting her”

“I thought you’d say that”

“Chloroform them”

A man came from behind and put a handkerchief to your mouth. The smell invaded your nose and you could slowly feel yourself getting tired. 

You woke up god knows how many hours later tried to a chair. It was one of those comfortable spinning chairs but it was the useless kind, the one that had no wheels.

“You’re up”

“Ugh Lex, you’re boring me”

“It’s simple, you lead me to her and I leave you alone.”

“Yeah and you also experiment on her because you’re a freak.”

“No- I need her abilities”

“Well, you’re not going to get them. Lex, this is the fourth time this week you’ve kidnapped me, don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Yes I do, but I need Clara’s powers for everything”

“Maybe you should change your plans around then”

“I can’t change my plans willy-nilly, Y/N. Everything is planned in advance”

“You’re a psycho and you need help”

“We’ve established that I’m fine”

“I just need you to be here long enough for Clara to come and you will be free to go”

“Well I’m here, so let them go, Lex”

“Lovely. I’ll admit, I think I may be a pathological liar. Y/N, you’re deffooo not leaving. I can’t have any witnesses now can I?”

“Lex” Clara warned.

“Oh, I’m so scared, you’re using your adult voice on me.”

Clara surged forward and pushed Lex to the ground. She began punching him, Jon Snow and Ramsay style only he grabbed a hold of her arms and pushed her off. He jumped up and picked up a weapon that you assumed probably had kryptonite in it and began to advance towards her. Clara saw a chair on the side and picked it up, she used its legs to push Lex to the wall. With a flick of her wrist, she brought the chair upwards and slammed it into his face. He fell to the floor with a thud.

“Bravo, now untie me so we can leave” You called out wriggling your tied fingers.

Clara ran towards you and used her laser vision to burn through the ropes. You rubbed your wrists where the harsh fibres had irritated your skin for the millionth time this week.

“I’m sorry” She muttered

“It’s not your fault that Lex is crazy and is obsessed with you”

“But it puts you in harm’s way”

“But you always save me, that’s more than I could ask for.”

“Promise?”

“Promise”

Clara smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Now, let’s go grab lunch like we planned. I am starving”

“When are you not?”

“When you feed me”

The two of you walked out of Lex’s building and into a cab. The cab dropped you off outside the bistro and the two of you took your seats outside since it was such a nice day. You nipped into the inside and gave your order and table number and returned to Clara.

“So what are you going to do about your article?”

“Continue writing it.”

“No about the tomato interview”

“I’ll just say I got kidnapped for information on Supergirl since I was writing the article. I told them what I knew, which is what the rest of the city knew and they let me go. Hopefully, then someone else will be stuck with the article instead of me”

“That sounds too good to be true”

“I’m dating someone who can fly, too good to be true doesn't exist in our vocabularies anymore”

[eijiroredriot]

The War of Light

Rated T

Kara Danvers is no longer the only Hero in National City. But they have something to teach her while a new force tries to take over the city.

Kara Danvers/Lena Luther, Alex Danvers/Sara Lance, Original Characters

Read on AO3

[powerdadbatman]

I am so sad about Ben Affleck not being Batman anymore, but at the same time I gotta remember that this kind of thing, recasting, happens all the time. I guess I was very emotionally invested in him being that character like Henry Cavill is Superman, but we should remember that these characters, like Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman transcend the actors that play them. There were always be versions we will love or hate. I love this version of Batman, maybe I will like the next version too.

I get where you’re coming from, anon. You’re right. I was into DC comics before Ben was casted as Batman. Hell, I didn’t even liked that he was cast at first. I enjoyed Nolan’s trilogy despite its flaws and I love Batman The Animated Series and Tim Burton’s take because it’s my childhood.

There are two reasons for why I’m feeling different than I felt with Nolan’s trilogy ending for example (and I was waiting for every movie with bathed breath, that’s how hardcore of a fan I am). One, there’s no closure. I was hoping for so long that we’d see more of Ben’s Batman. The production was set. The script was written down. Ben wanted to do this. And now we just… won’t see it. Someone else is gonna be casted and that’s that. I’d feel differently if I could go to cinema and kinda say goodbye, you know? If I knew there’s one more movie waiting for me and that’s it, I’d accept it. I wouldn’t be happy, but I’d have something.

Second, more personal reason: 

This is the iteration of Batman that got me into fic writing. I know it’s not a big deal for someone outside of fandom zone but you know what? It is a big deal for me. Even though I write barely comprehensive erotica and not some epic novels, the fact I wrote something and posted on the internet for others to see is huge to me. I don’t talk much about my personal life so you may not know this about me but I’m very insecure. I got better at it as I got older, I can fake self-confidence when necessary, but in reality I’m vulnerable. I wish I could explain how the simple act of creating an account on AO3 and publishing a silly fic was a big step for me. I’m a fucking adult for fuck’s sake. I should take pride in getting a promotion and having kids and buying a house and that kind of stuff. But I was at a point in my life when I wanted to do something creative just for myself, just for the hell of it, just to say oh yeah I have a fic on AO3, it’s still there I think lmao, I wanted to write it so I did. I’ve said it before but it bears repeating that I thought Glass and Patron would be my first and last fic. Just a fun little thing I did because I’ve been reading fan ficition for years and always wanted to do the same and there, I did it. 

But then… other people read it… and… were nice to me about? No one commented on my poor English skills? No one made fun of the sex scene? Not one person pointed out the weird sentence structures I was dying over but didn’t know how to fix? People read it and liked it and actually wanted to read more of the stuff written by… me? 

I know I’m very lucky and that some fic authors would sell a kidney for the recognition I got. I know because once I was a teenager getting into fandom, dying to create something but too scared to do so. My other writing (because I do write stuff beside fan fiction) didn’t get a n y type of praise. Well ok, my teachers were always impressed but that’s it. I didn’t win any contests, I wasn’t published anywhere, I didn’t get into my dream college. Now that I think about it, I did write a short fic years ago for another fandom, posted it anonymously on kink meme… and received one (1) comment about a typo I made and how I should pay attention to these things to show respect to my readers. 

And now, after posting my stupid as shit BvS smut? I get the nicest comments ever. I have readers I recognize and talk to. I made friends. People make fan art of my fics. People want to read more of my stuff. So, if there’s so many fic authors who get a fraction of the recognition I received… does it mean I’m… not the worst… person ever? That my writing isn’t garbage and that I’m… maybe… in some way…. talented? 

Don’t get me wrong, with that realization came a whole different set of issues, like how I’m failing everyone and how I shouldn’t even start if I only disappoint people who showed me nothing but kindness, and my process of writing is incredibly stressful because 274* people are subscribed to me on AO3 and that’s more than the amount of people employed at my firm and they all have expectations and shit one reader compared me to fucking Murakami how the fuck am I supposed to live up to that, oh shit being fandom famous is a gift that comes with a price, JFC am I fucked up or what. I live to fail expectations it seems because I fear success and failure at the same time. And oh yeah, I live with chronic depression, that could explain a thing or two.

I don’t know him personally, but I think Ben deals with similar doubts. We’re both Leos after all. Except that he got really, really bad reception. Not gonna lie, if I was him I’d resign right after the BvS shitstorm because I’m a huge crybaby. He’s a fucking champ for handling the pressure for so long even though it’s clear it took a toll on him but people chose to turn it into a fucking meme and I’ll never stop being bitter about it. 

So, to sum up, this is why I’m sad about Ben leaving the role. I treat it very personally, perhaps too personally. However, I believe the primary role of art is to make a connection. I made the connection with BvS. I made the connection with Ben’s Batman. And in some crazy turn of events, I made the connection with you guys. I had people saying my writing was the best part of their day or that I’m the reason why they smile after something really awful happened to them. One reader told me on AO3 about her operation she was scared of but my fics made her feel a little better and holy shit, I did that? I did that by sitting alone in my room and putting words together on my laptop? I’m even able to do that? Wow. Just wow. 

Don’t get me wrong, I will get over this but not now. Now I wanna mourn and cry becuase something that was important to me came to an abrupt end. 

*I just checked and the number jumped to 275 oh goooooooooood oh my goooooooood oh sweet jeeeeeeeeesuuuuuuuuuuus fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucking heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell