Faoraul Stories

"Are you going to stay there the whole time?" Alex dared to ask, his form resembling Suriel in the shadows, as if he were a bogeyman. With his arms crossed and a curious look on his face, he watched Feyre with a brush in her hand and a white canvas in front of her. "You'd better sit down; if you faint, and Tamlin comes in and sees me here with you passed out, it's goodbye to my tea and afternoon coffee." "I'm fine..." Feyre breathed. "I just need a moment." Alex furrowed his brow. "You need therapy, that's what you need." Waking up as a Suriel shapeshifter in a realm full of fairies and humans wasn't exactly what Alex had in mind for the weekend, but what can you do? Suriels can't complain. Plus, he apparently had the luck of having a partnership bond? Geez.

"You want to come in." It wasn't a question; it was a bold statement. He raised an eyebrow and felt her stiffen, although his body betrayed him when he thought about... No, no, he wouldn't think about that. "Is it an invitation?" "No," he responded automatically. However, she didn't hesitate and only smiled crookedly, with that confident and annoying expression. "You wouldn't regret it, you know." She leaned casually against the door frame, which only brought her closer to him, and stared him right in the eyes, with that look of mischief but something more behind it, that something more making him tense and clench his jaw. Note: A gender-bender Nessian fanfic.

What if Kal-El wasn't the last born kryptonian, what if there was another that was born and evacuated off Krypton. What will happen when not only Kal-El but also General Zod find out that wasn't the only one.