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het_reccersFandom Category: Superman, Wonderwoman, JLU
Pairing: Diana (Wonder Woman)/Clark Kent (Superman), Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Fic Title: Immortal Beloved: The Scenes In Between
Author: Djinn
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/502290
Rating/Warning(s): teen and up
Genre: ust/romance
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Okay, this is where I get kicked out of fandom. I actually love the idea of Wonder Woman/Superman. I always have. The reboot of comics has made that more likely, but I don't generally follow comics. Then again, I am always willing to wade into fanfiction if it interests me. This fic is based on a specific comic, but I didn't need to read it to understand this fic. In Action Comics #761, Wonder Woman and Superman were stuck in Asgard for one thousand years. They didn't give us much of those years, so this is the author's take on it. Wonderfully written, with a great fleshing out of the characters, staying true to both Lois/Clark and Wonderwoman/Superman. I highly recommend it.
"I brought you this." Diana stood at the entrance to his tent, her hair gleaming in the dying light. She held up a fur robe.
"Did you kill the animal that wore it?"
"No. I bought it at the mall." Shaking her head, a crooked smile growing, she spread the fur over the floor in front of the fire. "If it makes you feel better, you can pretend that it died of old age, and I happened upon the carcass before any scavengers did."
"It does make me feel better." He sat gingerly, as if he expected the beast to rise back up in vengeance.
The fur was soft and lush. Diana had killed. For him. Once he would have thought that out of character for her. Now he knew better. She was ferocious. Elemental. But then she had been formed from earth, why would she be anything but elemental?
"May I?" she asked, pointing at the fur.
"You killed it; you should be able to sit on it." But he knew why she was asking. There wasn't much room for two. Unless they sat close. He reclined back, watched her do the same, her feet near his head. He stroked the soft fur. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." She sat up suddenly, then lay back down again, this time with her head near his. "You never talk about her, Kal."
"I know." Looking down, he closed his eyes, calling up Lois's face. A strange, low, almost sob-like sound escaped before he clamped down on his emotion. Looking up at Diana, he saw surprise on her face, then a terrible sympathy.
"Do you want me to go?" she asked quietly.
"No," he said, the sound more breath than a word.
"Then...talk to me."
He said nothing for a long time. She laid her head against the fur, her dark hair in stark contrast to the tawny pelt. She waited him out, idly playing with the fur, drawing lines between the dark brown spots.
"I...I think about her all the time," he finally said.
"You should. You love her."
"More than anything."
"I know that, Kal." She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. "She's the love of your life. And she always will be." With a sad smile, Diana pushed herself up.
"Where are you going?"
"Thor has mead."
Thor had other things, most of which he'd made abundantly clear he'd love to share with her. Kal felt a rush of something he hated to identify as jealousy. "I have water."
She smiled. "It's not quite the same thing."
"Don't go." He patted the fur next to him. "It'll be raucous in Thor's tent. And there'll be singing and fighting."
She was smiling broadly. Those things must have sounded good.
"And..." He could not think of a single reason for her to stay.
"Do you want me to stay?"
He nodded.
"Then ask me."
"Stay? Please?"
She sank back to the fur. "I'll stay. Mead is better if it ages." Her smile was brilliant. She lay on her back, staring up through the smoke hole in the tent at the small piece of sky that showed through. "Tell me something about yourself that I don't know, Kal."
"You know everything." It was true. He could not think of anything she didn't know that she might want to.
"Then tell me something about myself that I don't know."
He smiled. "Your hair turns into black copper in the firelight." He touched a strand; the streak of fire in it disappeared as his hand blocked the light.
She turned to look at him, her eyes soft. His friend. His good, good friend. A beautiful person. A beautiful woman.
She sighed. "Maybe I should head over for that mead now?"
Slowly, he drew his hand back. "Maybe you should."
Pushing herself up easily, she walked to the entrance. "Do you want these down?" she asked, touching the flaps. When he nodded, she pulled at the flaps, whispering, "Good night," as she secured the ties.
He turned and closed his eyes, trying not to wonder what color her hair would be in Thor's firelight.
Pairing: Diana (Wonder Woman)/Clark Kent (Superman), Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Fic Title: Immortal Beloved: The Scenes In Between
Author: Djinn
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/502290
Rating/Warning(s): teen and up
Genre: ust/romance
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Okay, this is where I get kicked out of fandom. I actually love the idea of Wonder Woman/Superman. I always have. The reboot of comics has made that more likely, but I don't generally follow comics. Then again, I am always willing to wade into fanfiction if it interests me. This fic is based on a specific comic, but I didn't need to read it to understand this fic. In Action Comics #761, Wonder Woman and Superman were stuck in Asgard for one thousand years. They didn't give us much of those years, so this is the author's take on it. Wonderfully written, with a great fleshing out of the characters, staying true to both Lois/Clark and Wonderwoman/Superman. I highly recommend it.
"I brought you this." Diana stood at the entrance to his tent, her hair gleaming in the dying light. She held up a fur robe.
"Did you kill the animal that wore it?"
"No. I bought it at the mall." Shaking her head, a crooked smile growing, she spread the fur over the floor in front of the fire. "If it makes you feel better, you can pretend that it died of old age, and I happened upon the carcass before any scavengers did."
"It does make me feel better." He sat gingerly, as if he expected the beast to rise back up in vengeance.
The fur was soft and lush. Diana had killed. For him. Once he would have thought that out of character for her. Now he knew better. She was ferocious. Elemental. But then she had been formed from earth, why would she be anything but elemental?
"May I?" she asked, pointing at the fur.
"You killed it; you should be able to sit on it." But he knew why she was asking. There wasn't much room for two. Unless they sat close. He reclined back, watched her do the same, her feet near his head. He stroked the soft fur. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." She sat up suddenly, then lay back down again, this time with her head near his. "You never talk about her, Kal."
"I know." Looking down, he closed his eyes, calling up Lois's face. A strange, low, almost sob-like sound escaped before he clamped down on his emotion. Looking up at Diana, he saw surprise on her face, then a terrible sympathy.
"Do you want me to go?" she asked quietly.
"No," he said, the sound more breath than a word.
"Then...talk to me."
He said nothing for a long time. She laid her head against the fur, her dark hair in stark contrast to the tawny pelt. She waited him out, idly playing with the fur, drawing lines between the dark brown spots.
"I...I think about her all the time," he finally said.
"You should. You love her."
"More than anything."
"I know that, Kal." She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. "She's the love of your life. And she always will be." With a sad smile, Diana pushed herself up.
"Where are you going?"
"Thor has mead."
Thor had other things, most of which he'd made abundantly clear he'd love to share with her. Kal felt a rush of something he hated to identify as jealousy. "I have water."
She smiled. "It's not quite the same thing."
"Don't go." He patted the fur next to him. "It'll be raucous in Thor's tent. And there'll be singing and fighting."
She was smiling broadly. Those things must have sounded good.
"And..." He could not think of a single reason for her to stay.
"Do you want me to stay?"
He nodded.
"Then ask me."
"Stay? Please?"
She sank back to the fur. "I'll stay. Mead is better if it ages." Her smile was brilliant. She lay on her back, staring up through the smoke hole in the tent at the small piece of sky that showed through. "Tell me something about yourself that I don't know, Kal."
"You know everything." It was true. He could not think of anything she didn't know that she might want to.
"Then tell me something about myself that I don't know."
He smiled. "Your hair turns into black copper in the firelight." He touched a strand; the streak of fire in it disappeared as his hand blocked the light.
She turned to look at him, her eyes soft. His friend. His good, good friend. A beautiful person. A beautiful woman.
She sighed. "Maybe I should head over for that mead now?"
Slowly, he drew his hand back. "Maybe you should."
Pushing herself up easily, she walked to the entrance. "Do you want these down?" she asked, touching the flaps. When he nodded, she pulled at the flaps, whispering, "Good night," as she secured the ties.
He turned and closed his eyes, trying not to wonder what color her hair would be in Thor's firelight.
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