Moving from the crime capital of the world, to the quiet idyllic scenery of Smallville, the last thing Annie Lockett half expects is to befriend the one person who the other children label a 'freak'. In the same respect, the last thing Clark Kent expected was to have the new comer be nice to him, and soon become the best friend he never seemed to have before. Becoming inseparable is one thing, but growing up with budding romantic feelings is another thing completely, coupled with a rather big secret about Clark that he'd much rather keep a secret. Original story finished: June/2016 Edited story finished: Jan/2017

Yep, another one of these. "Are you living? Or are you just existing?" ~ unknown {DISCONTINUED} If you make a request please include the character you want and the story plot. [NO SMUT] I have nothing against smut, I am just incapable of writing it

Smallville AU

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Have you ever wondered what it's like being the only Kryptonian on earth without powers? It sucks. I'm Marinette Martha Kent. Yup that's right I'm the daughter of the man of steel....and I mostly take after my mom, so I'm utterly completely human. The worst part of being my father's daughter is I can't be a hero. His excuse is I don't have powers while there are heroes such as Green Arrow and Batman. An alien with no powers equals a worthless alien, and the entire justice league knows it to after all my father said so. At least I have my brothers who believe in me... I'm lying no one in my family thinks I can be a hero I'm just a dumb human to them. What's worse is even the bat family won't help me because they secretly agree, or at least that's what I think. So I did what any normal human would do when in an environment that doesn't believe in them I left. I applied for a 2-year foreign exchange program in France starting my high school year. Pairs, France here I come Characters belong to their rightful owners. (Daminette)

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One skin changer can always sense the other. DC Comics © TRISS cover by .bayports

Can you ever really 'start fresh'? I mean, you can try. You can change your name, move halfway across the country. But the things you did are still with you, in your true past. The one you don't want people to know about. Your true past is still there lurking in the back of your mind, in your dreams, in your thoughts. Rose's mother is trying so hard to 'start fresh' in a new city, Gotham. After moving from New York City, Rose and her sister are forced into a new school, a new life. Rose falls for a nobody, who in his free time is a somebody. But he has a dark mind, twisted and evil. What happens when signals are crossed and misinterpreted? What happens when there's a mistake, that was not meant to be? *Disclaimer* I own NONE of the DC Comic characters, all characters that are NOT in the comic are mine.

I was starting to move and settling into a new life but soon it all changed as soon as I stepped foot in Gotham... thank you @Alex13Creations for partnering with me with this story too!!!! 😄 and for being inspired by your story In Love With A Good Man! 😄

MoS | BvS 1st place in the 2017 DC Watty Award! From a very young age, trouble has always seemed to follow Rose Montgomery. When she finally moves to Metropolis to get away from the crime in Gotham, she finds out that the bustling little city is not exactly the safe haven she was hoping for. With a hero complex of her own, she begins to notice the mysterious Clark Kent is always there to save her. But as the Man of Steel begins to fall head over heels in love, he worries that revealing his true identity will only put her more at risk... *** "Not everyone can be trusted, Clark--" I admitted, "--but there are still some good people out there. I think your Dad was a little paranoid, honestly. And sometimes, you're the one that needs to be willing to take that leap of faith first." The words had barely left my mouth, but in a flash, he had closed the distance between us. He bent forward, his lips brushing against mine, and for a moment I allowed myself to imagine what he would taste like.