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starkzam · 4 years

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I have a prompt, if you're interested: "Completely ordinary" Metropolis reporter Clark Kent is in Fawcett to do more research on a recent Superman & Captain Marvel team up to fight Dr. Sivana that took place in Fawcett. He runs in to an amnesiac orphan who can only remember his name: Billy. He ends up taking in Billy & is trying to be a good parent. Unrelated, the Justice League is scouring Fawcett for Marvel, as he went missing after he was shot with a mysterious ray gun that Sivana had built.

OH, MY GODS. THIS. THIS IS EXACTLY MY CUP OF TEA RIGHT HERE. Something that feels somewhat convoluted with hijinks and identity porn thrown in there--

YESSSSS I LOVE THIS IDEA. I also love that it’s reminiscent of the Shazam/Superman movie.... :3

Might post a longer vers. on my Ao3 But for now...

Clark thumped the pen between his fingers rhythmically on the table in front of him, chewing the inside of his cheek in thought.

After practically begging Perry White to let him do a story on Superman and Captain Marvel’s fight against Dr. Sivanna in Fawcett, he’d come to the quaint town, checked in to a hotel, and set to work.

It’s just too bad he’d come up with nothing so far.

Not the story, no, that was going just fine- he had more than enough information, as well as witness accounts and data (not that Perry needed to know that just yet).

No, what Clark was struggling with was something else entirely. The reason he’d begged Perry to assign him this story in the first place, allowing him to focus his attention on Fawcett City- that was what was giving him trouble.

Captain Marvel was missing.

The battle that he and the Captain had partnered on had gone somewhat smoothly, all things considered-- Sivana was a cackling lunatic that easily slid into the classic ‘mad scientist’ archetype, and had built some kind of death ray or something.

To be honest, Clark hadn’t really been paying attention to what the man was saying, especially since half of the things that came out of his mouth made no sense to him and sounded more like an inside joke between the bald man and Captain Marvel.

Not to mention he’d been busy trying to fight off a giant, mutated octopus- which, really, gave him so many questions. Where had he been keeping this? How was it just fine to walk-or, uh, suction-cup around the city? Why did it spit acid of all things?

The reporter rubbed a spot just below his shoulder at the thought, wincing in pain as his fingers grazed sensitive skin. That acid had hurt. He really wished Arthur had been with them, it would have made things much easier- but the truth of the matter was that he hadn't been, and the creature had found Superman a wonderful target.

Regardless, while he was busy with Octo-zilla, Captain Marvel had taken on the mad scientist. Sivana had set up shop atop a radio tower, cackling and ranting on about something or other before taking aim at Captain Marvel when the man cracked a joke about his plan.

The demigod had redirected a lightning bolt from the sky towards the ray-gun and destroyed it- but not before Sivana was able to shoot him, launching him backward through the sky and sailing through the air as his lightning blew up Sivana's device.

Superman had managed to get the mutated calamari to submit after while and had detained Sivana quickly there-after- but Captain Marvel never returned.

At first, Clark thought the man would catch up with him at the Watchtower when he went in to give a report. When Captain Marvel never showed, he got worried. Bruce told him to give the guy a day or two, so he did- no word ever came.

The Justice League held a meeting, hoping the man would show and explain what had happened to him.

Captain Marvel hadn’t shown up.

To quell the worry running through his teammates’ heads, Clark had volunteered himself to look for the demigod- he'd wanted to help clean up from the battle anyways, and trying to find their missing demigod would help to silence the worry in his own mind as well.

So now, here he was, in Fawcett City as Clark Kent, trying to find his missing teammate.

The raven-haired reporter sighed, rubbing the skin between his eyebrows in frustration as he continued to thump his pen against the table. The diner was small, plain and quiet, run by an old woman and her daughter- the coffee was fresh and warm, and the people were nice.

Clark had always preferred mom-and-pop places like this to chain-brand places- there was a certain personal touch to a diner like this.

"Need a refill, sir?" a voice asked, pulling the man from his thoughts and causing him to glance up at the woman holding a coffee pot out for him. The daughter, he thought off-handedly, blinking at the soft curls in her hair that reminded her of Lois when she got dolled up.

"Oh, uh, yes, please. Thank you," he said, sliding his half-empty mug toward the woman with a small smile.

She poured the dark liquid into his mug and he gave her a smile, lifting it to his mouth before sudden movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He furrowed his brow, glancing out the large window of the diner as a small boy with a mop of black hair ran past him, eyes wide and full of fear as he stumbled over his own feet, crashing onto the sidewalk.

Clark furrowed his brow at the boy, tensing and standing up as the boy clambered clumsily to his feet, ignoring the scrapes on his skin and continuing to run like his life depended on it.

A few moments later, a pair of teenagers came running past the window.

Clark didn't need to see anymore- he could tell when someone was in danger. He shuffled out of the booth, slipping a couple of dollars from his wallet before pocketing it, his note pad, and his pen, grabbing his jacket, and taking off out of the diner.

He ran in the direction the children had gone, eyes sharp, and looking for any sign of danger. He didn't slow down until he heard soft, almost inaudible sobs coming from an alley. Clark slowed to a walk, glancing around to see if anyone else was in the area before ducking into the alley.

He moved slowly, vision suddenly cutting through the various objects in the alleyway- he saw through dumpsters and abandoned boxes, large, plastic trashcans and-

A small bit of movement caught his eye from the opposite side of a dumpster. He saw a small skeleton sitting on the ground, legs pulled up to its chest, and shaking like a leaf. Clark's hand curled into a fist at the sight of a fractured rib. The Kryptonian closed his eyes and shook the X-Ray vision away, blinking and crouching down slightly as he walked.

"Hello...?" he said slowly, hearing the small figure's heart skip a beat.

Clark came a bit closer, leaning forward to look around the dumpster. The small boy with a mop of black hair he'd seen before sat on the ground in front of him, trembling against the wall and staring up at him with terrified, icy blue eyes. "Are you okay, son?" Clark asked gently, putting his hands out placatingly and crouching down further. He made no move to get closer to the boy, and the child just stared at him silently.

"Do you need help?"

The boy just continued to water at him with wide eyes and a fear that he'd be attacked- or worse. Clark let out a short breath, looking around the alley. They were the only ones there- those teenagers must have taken off after hurting the boy.

"Are you hurt?" he asked gently, even though he knew the answer.

The boy reacted to that, bringing his knees in a little closer and hugging himself- something that made him wince in pain. "Careful-" Clark said, reaching out a hand. "Don't- don't hurt yourself worse."

"Look, i'm not gonna hurt you, I promise," the Kryptonian said slowly, scooting a bit closer to the boy. "My name's Clark. Can you speak?"

The boy nodded slowly.

Good- good. So he wasn't mute, just scared.

"Can you tell me your name?"

The small raven stared at him for a moment before chewing on his bottom lip- an action that, surprisingly, felt familiar to the Man of Steel. He furrowed his brow slightly at the thought but shoved it away. This kid was more important right now.

"...Billy."

"Okay...well it's nice to meet you, Billy. Do you have a last name to go with that?" he asked. Maybe Bruce could look the kid up and he could get him home to his parents. When the boy began to tear up, Clark felt like he'd said something wrong somehow.

Billy was shaking his head, tears beading in the corners of his eyes.

"You- you don't have a last name?" Clark asked in confusion.

"I- I don' remember..." the boy mumbled, tears falling down his cheeks.

Clark felt a cold chill go up his spine. Amnesia. That in itself would be trouble enough, but this was a kid with amnesia- it made things much harder. It had to be retrograde since the boy couldn't remember his last name- he'd have to get him to Bruce so he could run a facial scan.

"Well, Billy..." he said, coming a bit closer. "Do you mind if I take you to get help? You're hurt, and I wanna help you- but I can't if you don't let me," he said, holding out a hand to the boy. "Will you let me help you?" he asked, looking into the child's icy blue eyes.

Billy stared at the man's hand, and Clark could almost see the cogs spinning in his mind. He furrowed his brow, meeting Clark's gaze before letting out a shaky breath and nodding. "O-okay," he said, reaching a hand out to grab the reporter's.

Clark gave the boy a soft smile, coming closer to lift the boy into his arms. Billy was tense at first, but he slowly settled into the man’s arms. “Okay, I think I have a friend that can help us with your injury,” he said, glancing towards the entrance of the alley.

Things just got a tad bit more complicated.

#shazam #captain marvel #billy batson #starkvenger #prompt #prompt fill #dc #dc comics #justice league #clark kent #superman

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i-am-the-queen-of-england · 5 years

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Look at that!

ivar x reader

(of course played by anne boleyn)

he smiled down at his wife brushing her dark curls from her face then rubbing the large bump on her stomach

"good morning my Falcon," he whispered softly as she stirred opening her eyes slowly adjusting to the light she smiled that beautiful crooked smile at him and he felt his heart melt

"good morning my Raven," she placed her hand on his to which he slowly lifted to press a kiss on her knuckles placing a hand back on her round stomach

but the moment was short lived as a guard knocked the door calling ivars name

"i must get ready my love I'll be back soon," he nodded still half asleep and allowed him to roll of her and sit up

"my lady," a soft hand touched her head brushing curls away from her face "it would be time to get ready," she opened her eyes slowly looking around as her maidens tidied the room,nan stood up helping her up before helping her freshen up and do her hair for the day

"you're hair has a wonderful silk feel and thickness to it ma'am," she blushed at the compliment she was nearly ready to give birth and although she was excited and her pregnancy gave her a beautiful glow she was worried about how she would look after, especially her body

she stared at her body covering her self best she could with the large round bump in the way, she watched as her youngest maiden lifted a rose oil of the shelf and placed some onto random areas of her stomach, she smiled as her babies small feet moved about reacting warmly to the maidens hands rubbing his home

"they will be a strong one ma,am," she smiled warmly at the child pushing a strand of blonde hair of her forehead, to which she leant into the queens touch

"they'll take after their papa,"she stood up cleaning her hands then moved to where her four underskirts were she slipped them on confused as her dress appeared to sag yet look tight on her bump

"I think we'll need to add an extra panel," to which they did a small panel but enough to give her room to breath, they swapped her dark underskirts to deep purples as they could now see them as the dress had shifted up abit

they placed a sparkling black cross on her neck then attached her dark veil onto her head as she fixed her earrings

"thank you girls," they bowed their heads leaving the room, making her way to the mirror she twirled round looking at her deep purples under her dress

she heard her husband shuffle into the room and plop onto the bed dropping his crutch

"look at that!" he made a noise shifting round to look at his beautiful wife he smiled softly then looked down to all the purple fabrics covering her ankles "ive had to add an extra panel to all my skirts!" he rolled his eyes shifting onto a seat so he could look at her better

"whats so bad about that? our baby is growing healthy, a big belly is a good sign my dear," she pouted turning to look at him then look at her belly

"it's going to ruin my figure, it's ruining my figure,"he laughed looking down at his folded hands,she sighed angrily "ivar! its not funny, What if i look uglier after child birth, i wont have my pregnant glow and, and my stomach could have stretch marks and," her rant was cut short as ivar spoke

"that's enough my dear," he moitioned with to fingers for her to come hither to which she did,just as she was about to kneel he stopped her, he took her hands and placed them on his shoulders as he rested his head on her swelled belly "if you're worried about me not finding you beautiful then you are stressing over something so stupid my falcon, i will find you beautiful no matter what, i didn't marry you for your unique beauty, i married you for your personality, intelligence, sharpness, i married you for you and if the after affects of pregnancy make you feel ugly, i will be their for you and show you how beautiful you really are no matter what you go through my love," she didnt bother to hold back her glossy tears which seemed to make her dark eyes stand out more

"oh, I hate being so emotional," she laughed wiping her tears away as he laughed with her kissing her round belly

"you look beautiful my dear although, i have something that's better than that," he paused looking at her cross necklace,it was strange, he respected her religion and respected that she fought for her religion, but he also respected that she knew about his religion and infact in some sense she was part of it, when he prayed to gods, she would be there, praying with him and instead of wearing a cross she had viking Jewels,they respected eachother "little jeweled necklace," she raised and eyebrow touching her jewels

"you do?" she questioned he pulled out a red velvet pouch from his pocket a gold RB embroidered into it

"I had it personally made by the french man who you originally bought from in france," she smiled hands now placed on her swollen self, he opened the pouch pulling out a pearl necklace with a gold B with three pearls hanging of the bottom

"oh my love,it's so beautiful,i don't know how to thank you," she unclasped her black necklace laying it in her velvet chest where her jewels lay before moving her hair to let her husband securing her new necklace

"I love you,I love you with my entire being," she smiled into the mirror at him stroking his smooth face

"Je t'aime," he smiled into her neck running his hands down to her bump where his baby grew

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this was really bad but I saw these deleted scenes from the tudors and I had to do it,i also feel like this would make a really good series,no? just me? okay...anyway the new chapter foe the kings daughter will be out pretty soon so keep and eye out for that, and ill see you im my next chapter

#anne #anne boleyn #anne x ivar #crackship #hvitserk #hvitserk lothbrok #ivar imagine #ivar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #ivar's heathen army #ubbe #ivar x reader #ubbe lothbrok #vikings #vikings ivar #the tudors

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salzspektrum · 7 years

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A / B (i totally know which one you're choosing here kjgdsj) / L / N / T

Arya Stark: okay so this is probably gonna be long, just like the other ones lol sorry #somebody stop me. she’s hands-down my favorite female got/asoiaf character and most certainly one of the most complex characters of anything ever imo. her entire life she felt alienated, felt like she was ugly and worthless. she didn’t fit in bc she wasn’t what people wanted her to be. she loves her family, even sansa. she misses them and she longs for them, yet she doesn’t dare to dream of seeing them again bc she’s afraid that something bad’s gonna happen (and it happens bc this is got, afterall). arya develops a deep bond with her wolf *casually side-eyes the show writers* and feels like she belongs somewhere. she’s afraid of rejection, she’s a senstive girl with a lot of love in her heart. *side-eyes people who want to paint her as a brutal mass murderer,also side-eyes show writers again* i love all these sides of her character, she is so multi-layered and it makes so much sense for her character. she has dark and bright sides. another thing that i admire and love is her kindness and openmindness (is that a word?). also she’s a fucking feminist. not that kind of “feminist” that says shit like “girls are stupid, girls who like feminine things are stupid” *side-eyes show writers one more time* she admires and respects all kinds of women and befriends people who are lower in class than she is, simply bc she doesn’t care about class. she cares about people. holy shit i guess i’ll stop now before i end up writing a huge essay lol sorry.

Bran Stark: yeAH YOU WERE RIGHT IS ANYONE SURPRISED BY MY CHOICE I KNOW I AM NOT!! (i’ll probably be mixing show and book stuff, sorry in advance) okay so this boy hardly gets any love from the got fandom since the writers love to forget that he’s an actual character and not just a way to show some exposition. also the fandom is hella ableist but let’s not get into the fandom drama, maybe another day. all this boy ever wanted is to become a knight, he dreamed of it. but one day he just happened to be placed into a terrible position and his entire life changed (truly fuck you jaime tbh). being disabled is a challenge, especially for a little boy like bran. honestly before I start writing down his entire arc, i will just name what i love about him: i love his kindness, for the smallfolk, his family, his friends; i love his intelligence and resilience; i love his determination to find the three-eyed raven. i also love how good he did when he was lord of winterfell. he’s in a position now, that he never wanted,a powerful and dangerous one. he still takes responsibility bc he knows that’s the best for the world rn. honestly his chapter in adwd was incredibly dark and sad, i read it and i was getting really sad bc you can really see how much all of this affects him, and now the three-eyed raven wants bran to accept the darkness. he has a deep connection with his wolf and he sees warging summer as some sort of escapism, he can run around and he feels whole. that’s just so sad. yet he’s such a strong character with so much love to give. truly before i start crying, i just wanna say that it’s a fucking shame that the fandom doesn’t appreciate bran for more than just his “cool powers” and the flashbacks. he is a wonderfully complex and interesting character and i hate this shitty ableist annoying fandom bye (wow i got angry REAL quick).

Lito Rodriguez: look;;you know how lovely this dude is.he is just!! so!! for real tho, he is one of my fave characters in sense8 (can’t choose 1 single fave bc nOoO) and I love his arc, how he overcomes some personal issues and learns to accept and love himself as a gay man and be brave enough to state that publicly. just the way he progressed is so beautiful imo. also he is super dramatic so I absolutely #relate to that.

Nyssa al Ghul: okay so she is absolutely badass and beautiful. this amazing lesbian queen will kick your ass if you’re a uglyass gross dude trying to hit on her, she has no time for shit like that. she’s daughter of the demon and should be the rightful heir, if her dad only wasn’t an asshole. she’s also super adorable and enjoys dipping her french fries in a milkshake, even tho it confuses her. she’s everything omg.

Theon Greyjoy: okay so this boy has been through some S H I T. not everyone enjoys him but to me he has one of the most complex story-arcs in the entirety of got/asoiaf. he started out being kinda dickish, yet somehow some of his behavior is understandable since he’s been raised as a ward and therefore as a less important member of the stark household. he didn’t belong with the starks but in the end he realized that they were his true family. and then he gets back home, gets rejected by his father, fucks some shit up and ends up being tortured for several years. the horrors that he goes through are insane and he is changing completely, trauma and all. now, i love this man bc he is incredibly complex and morally grey. he did some fucked up shit but for some of his decisions you can kinda see why he did what he did. he didn’t deserve any of this, he didn’t deserve torture and sexual abuse and he almost gave up on himself and life. almost. i don’t wanna write too much here bc i’m getting emo. just know that this man is a highly intriguing character and his chapters in adwd were my favorite, by far.

Drop five letters of the alphabet in my ask box, and I’ll give my favorite characters whose name starts with those letters.

#holy shit sorry for making this so long #i kinda lost control #you can kinda see for which characters i REALLY feel a lot of love lol #this is a huge mess but meh soz fam :D #long post #...kinda gotta tag it as that lol #sassynygma #asks

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