#billy batson au

[puppetwoman17]

Let’s talk about what aging would do to Billy’s perception of how he’s acting toward other heroes when he’s taking care of them(yes this is dad Marvel I’m feeding yall today).

When Billy was younger, he just wanted to help. Of course, that doesn’t alter anyone’s perception of Cap as a dad figure, but Billy wasn’t actively trying to take care OF them. All he’s doing is trying to be a helping hand. Someone to listen to others when they just need a good vent.

In his perspective, all he’s doing is being a good friend. Not a mentor, or an older brother, or anything akin to that. Of course, that doesn’t make a difference for younger heroes(or, heroes who perceive themselves as younger than Cap). Or even for some of his League coworkers. Because all of that care is coming from someone who they don’t really know the age of.

He could be in his thirties, or he could be thousands of years old, or he could even be just eleven, manifesting out of pure magic, and with that wisdom.

It’s only as Billy grows older, I’m thinking somewhere between high school junior-college freshman, that he actively starts thinking of himself as that mentor figure. Or, he starts thinking of what he DOES to heroes as being a mentor/older brother figure.

And once he feels more comfortable leaning into that, that’s when he starts reciprocating the affection given to him. I’m talking him saying “I’m proud of you” with that fatherly tone. Him deciding to give hugs instead of others always having to ask(ofc he asks first, our boy cares about consent). And yes, him going as a substitute for parent teacher conferences.

For Billy, it’s always been about being a better parental figure than the many adults who let him down. It’s about learning the dos from his parents and the don’ts from Ebenezer.

Now all the “best dad/brother” mugs make so much sense. Raven following him sometimes. Clark asking for advice on how to handle Jon and rekindle things with Kon. Tbh he feels kind of stupid for not realizing how people thought of him sooner.

Of course, this only amplifies his refusal to reveal his identity. Sheesh, he was gonna introduce himself on Christmas, but what would they all think now?

It’s a complicated thought process of “They deserve to know if I have such an important place in their lives” and “but what if I lose all that respect and relationship?” and “but that would be selfish of me to want to keep that.”

The thought that they might still accept and love him never crosses his mind because no matter how self aware he gets, Billy will always be clueless when it comes to how people perceive him(aka yes, Billy, you are lovable—No, Billy, no one is using you for money, you don’t have that).

[the-fyre-flie]

Billy Batson post identity reveal to the Justice League, but he isn't kicked out (Batman vouches for him heavily) and instead he just shows up to meetings as Billy and freaks out new hires.

Dick Grayson, who just got recruited: I already know what the Watchtower looks like I don't need a tour- why is there a random child?

Hal, who's stuck with giving new folks tours: That's Billy. Ignore him.

Billy, looking up from his tablet where he's playing roblox: Hi :D

Dick, brow furrowed: the JL just lets random children into the top secret awesome space station?

Billy: I work here :D

Hal, face palming: He does.

Dick: WTF I didn't get to join until I was 20 something...

Billy: I've been working here since I was 10! :D

[teehhhhhhhhhhh]

“How come I see you and ache instead?” - Pork Soda, Glass Animals

[inkedout]

I have this Billy AU that makes me So Insane. He doesn't really have his Shazam/Captain Marvel thing here, but instead he has the gods as real, physical entities that he named AFTER the gods and heroes.

Essentially, they infested his body and now he shared a body with like. 6 parasites who each do different things depending on the kind of situation he's in + what they're familiar with.

He's been brought up in an apocalypse his whole life, so he's not the most normal, but who would be!

[gukikoya4]

My little thing of Billy meet pjo.

I think it would be pretty funny if Billy just started a conversation with Mr.D while the campers were watching. And there like why is this kid talking to Mr.D? who is very much uninterested in their little conversation. Mr.D knows full well this is the champion of magic and getting a kick out of the campers' reactions. Meanwhile, Billy just figures out there's a whole camp of half-bloods and wanted to check it out. And also wanted to see how dionysus was doing and bring him a present for all his hard work :). Which is such a silly straw for his drinks

[cakypa120]

Part 5

[moonlightcycle571]

Jumping on the Captain Marvel is a Predatory Animal and Familiar AU Bandwagon

All the Marvels have one animal they mostly resemble, naturally being linked with with their familiars.

Mary has Hoppy the Giant Hare, so it’s not her fault when she gets the extreme urge to punch someone, repeatedly in quick succession.

Freddy, for the longest time didn’t have one, but then found a magical creature in the rock, which is basically a an air jellyfish. He has never felt more connected. Like the Jellyfish, he refuses to go near the ground and shocks anyone too close.

Billy has his Bengal Tiger Tawky Tawny. No one thought much of it, Tawny is a perfectly civilised Tiger after all. If anything, it brought on an influx of cat jokes.

And maybe some cat traits slip into Captain Marvel. There’s compilations on YouTube of Captain’s ‘Cat Behaviour’ where he essentially just lied in the sun, knocks Sivannas things off shelves while maintaining eye contact, swatting Mr Mind repeatedly and so on.

An odd thing to notice is that his eyes are never truly one colour. Most of the time they are blue, sometimes with gold specks in them. But rarely, if you are unlucky enough, they will become more golden than blue.

Black Adam knows better than to fight when Caps eyes are golden and slit.

The other times these eyes makes an appearance is during invasions (everyone is too busy and thus miss Caps feral face), when Superman got exposed to Red Kryptonite (the fight was too fast for anyone to see clearly) and when Cap is in one of those hunting moods, when it’s just him and his prey (no one will believe them).

The day Cap found out Clark got exposed to Red Kryptonite, he will say it was a tough battle, and despised inflicting pain to one he considered a friend and close colleague. Inwardly? Cap LOVED every second of it. He could have blast him with magic lighting and called it a day. But where was the fun in that? He could use magic against all his villains, but just prefers not too. The Hunt was glorious. From the tracking him down, to move him to an unpopulated area (herding him), to the chase, the fight, to incapacitating him (having him squirm in his grasp). Had the JL not come in to get the Kryptonite out of Superman, he might have even taken a small chunk of flesh.

No one understands the extent of Caps predatory instincts. How could they? He’s Captain Marvel, family friendly hero extraordinaire. The closest people have seen is when he gets in serious mode, and even then, if it’s not directed at them, they tend to not be scared. (The amount of edits he got when he got serious, bordering predatory animal in hunt, nearly broke the internet.)

So no one saw anything coming when the JL did a team training exercise similar to hide and seek (and restrain) in a jungle of all places.

Can’t blame a guy for having fun.

[hermesserpent-stuff]

a fun idea i will do nothing with.

basically making a radio show (like welcome to nightvale) but with billy batson as the radio host. Fawcett gets forecasts about demons, warnings about time shifts, updates on captain marvel and his villains, and updates on the caps patrons and what they've been doing around town.

"my producers would like me to warn drivers that Mercury is currently on Mainstreet challenging people to car races. please refrain from racing him. unless you are really good at driving. then please give him a challenge. the mayor is currently trying to convince the flash to come and race him instead. we'll let you know if there are any updates. onto the weather; there is a 100% of magical showers. Take your evil eye with you to ward of the curses of your enemies. they are aiming for you."

[imaginaryskeleton]

Jason isn't verified because he refuses to become officially alive again

The third post here is a follow up to this one

More batfam twitter shennanigans here

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[the-fyre-flie]

OMG THIS IS SO PERFECT AND AMAZING!!! I love seeing people draw my posts and concepts!!! Pleeeeeaseeee more of this 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

trying to get better at coloring. and also hair.

based on this post

[the-fyre-flie]

Billy, who's headspace is split between Greek and Roman deities (and Solomon), showing interest in the arts from ancient Greece and Roman.

Aka theater kid Billy who's also in debate club and is taking art classes for mosaic tile art and sculpting, who's learning the lyre on the side cuz somehow being a part time hero isn't enough for him.

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Billy, messing around with a small clay figure: ....

Zeus: I knew the guy who made humans out of clay. Talented dude.

Billy, pausing, wracking his brain for what he just learned in class: You banished Prometheus for giving us fire.

Zeus: I said he was a good sculptor, not that I treated him fairly.

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Hes actually getting pretty good at the lyre and on slow hero-ing days, there's been reports of Captain Marvel sitting on rooftops staring at sheet music that looks to have been written by hand playing songs that history have no record of from a bygone era of Greece when myths walked among men.

[the-fyre-flie]

Teth is left thinking about his life before being a champion. Kahndaq, his wife and child, his past. Ultimately, he settles on the idea that he wanted to be a protector. A husband, a father, a hero, a leader, a protector. And he had been for a time. And he still was trying to be one. But he would never tell Billy that. He would never let a child ruminate on an old man's idyllic thoughts about his own history.

Teth, offering Billy his half eaten cone: I suppose I would also like to be an archeologist.

Billy, happily adding the cone to his mostly empty bowl: Yeah? We could be archeologist buddies. Travel around and dig up cool stuff together.

Teth, folding his hands in his lap, wondering if it would be selfish to suggest they go to Kahndaq first: Hm.

Im a sucker for Champion Brothers lol

Billy Batson and black Adam sitting on a rooftop in fawcett with ice cream. As they’re eating Billy stops and sets his bowl in his lap he looks up toward the setting sun.

Billy: What did you want to be when you were small

Black Adam: hm?

Billy: you didn’t want to be this I’m sure of that. No child wants to become something like you.

Billy: I wanted to be an archaeologist.

Black Adam:*small laugh* an archaeologist?

Billy: yes! They retire young: Archaeologists.

[on-the-clear-blue]

What if Danny didn't die? He does open the portal but for the first time in their lives the Fentons followed OSHA regulations.

He doesn't have the powers, but he was right there when the portal opened, he saw the tear in reality and it...it did things.

It wasn't something that a humans mind was supposed to see, while the Infinite Realms are the in-between dimensions, and what is in-between the in-between?

Elder gods, slumbering calamities, fallen angels hid from their gods ever present eye, righteous spirits who reached nirvana, monsters beyond imagination...

The crack before the Realms snapped to his dimension was only open for a mere moment, a single millisecond but to the young boy it was eternity, and he could only watches as all those beings turned their attentions to him, they saw him, observed him as much as he did them.

He had fallen, screaming as he clutched his eyes, his eyes and ears were bleeding, his brain pounded so hard it felt as if it was going to knock out his eyeballs, Sam and Tucker, spared from it all as they had turned their heads when the lightning flashed and rent the portal open could only rush to the boy, trying to help him but all he could do was scream. Because what was beyond had saw him, and gave him a gift.

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Far away, in a tall tower, a man with a gleaming gold helmet shuddered as the ankh of light in front of him shattered.

He fell to the floor, the minor magic he used failing as the more complex spell fizzled and broke, leaving him painfully wheezing on the ground, clutching at his chest.

"N-no...T-this can not be...T-The order...it...it failed...it can not fail!" Dragging himself across the Tower of Orders floor, Dr. Fate forced himself over to a lone summoning circle, falling onto it with an exhausted groan, the Gaurdian of Order muttered a soft word, and the circle flared, and in an instant he was gone, leaving the Tower shaking it it's wake.

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On the couch of the House of Magic, John Constantine was feeling as if the world had fucked him so hard in the ass he would never be able to walk straight ever again.

And with the pounding in his skull from a truly deadly hangover wasn't helping either.

Nor was the half dead Dr. Fate puking up his guts in his living room.

"Argh" which translated to "What the bloody fuck are you doing in my house you daft shiny headed prick" but John didn't really have the strength to say that.

"Blugh" was what the ever regal Dr. Fate responded with, which obviously meant "The border between realities have been broken, the Beyond Dark knows of our existence and has seen our world, they have come to either eat upon our existence and reality or defend agaisnt the others that seek to only fill their own unexistance."

John of course, carefully and gracefully pissed himself.

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In Faccuet City, a young Billy Batson screamed as his head exploded with noise, the gods and heros alike were all suddenly the strongest they had ever been, their powers flooded and overwhelmed his mortal form, and to save his life, the Champion of Magic forced itself into being.

Even in the Champions form the sudden influx of godly might was almost too much, steam charged with lightning billowed off him in great plooms, sparks zapped from his finger tips to the ground, and the air stunk of ozone all around him.

The gods were ranting, each talking over each other, debating in so many dead languages Billy's mind could keep up the translations.

It wasn't until Solomons voice boomed over the others that the voices fell quiet. "ENOUGH! NOW IS NOT THE TIME OF IN FIGHTING, THE BEYOND IS AT OUR DOOR..."

Taking a breath even if he didn't need it, the ancient king looked all the years he had lived and then some, "Young William...oh dear precious boy...our dear son. A great advent has begun, a door which should never been opened has been thrown wide...the beasts you face, the abominations of teeth and tentacles are just the mites that have slipped under the door...waht is to come will make all that you have faced look like mice...we will not have enough time to prepare you with what is to come..."

Solomons voice broke at the end, and he hung his head in the mental image in Billy's head "Seek out others, join forces with any. All those in touch with the arcane shall know of what just happened...as Champion you will be the spear head, the general of them all...you will lead them agaisnt the Beyond."

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It took a week for Danny to come back to himself again, at least a little bit, he still had a haunted look in his eyes, and was far to quiet. He barely spoke at all, but when he did it was in ramblings of things not understood by any of them.

His parents assumed it had been a ghost that left in this state, their hatred for the ectoplasmic beings growing more and more as their son, their boy grew worse.

Jazz, unlike her parents listened to what Danny described, studied what she could and figured out what she couldn't, at each dead en she pushed, with Tuckers help she gained access to computer systems that held secrets of the occult, and with Sam's freely given credit card? Oh she dived deep into spell, trying desperately to find any kind of cure for Danny's predicament.

As time went on the boy only got worse, he had begun seeing the beings in the Beyond, some whispered wisdom, of long lost ways to calm the millions of mutterings in his gray matter and the pounding of his heart, while others screamed, in jubilation and rage, as it is only in being seen did they become real, and becoming real meant they had a foot hold in existence.

The wise figures, while helping had also steered him to their own goals, some told him to hate the jabbering hordes, others said that the only way to truly to be rid of them was to be nothing as well, to go far past being a person, into being one with the Byond.

Some of the mutterings lead to more questions, they spoke of Gods long forgotten and recent, of their betrayals and what they did to fall, others claimed that they were not fallen, that they were there to protect him from those that were.

The more and more he listened the more and more he saw of them, until Danny began to not understand what was real and what wasnt.

So he didn't even flinch when a group of imposing figures were in his room when he came up to his bed, hoping that the voices of Parathax the Unbeliever would be quiet enough for him to sleep.

Oh he did scream quite a bit when the sad trench coat man with a multi fractured sould reached out and touched him.

[colossrat]

WingsAU where Captain Marvel doesn't have wings.

Okay, many magical or supernatural creatures don't have wings like humans.

But one day, during a cleanup mission, the Captain is helping a child and, to distract him while they look for his parents, they talk.

Child: You look so much like a human…

Marvel: Well, thats probably because i am a human, buddy.

Child: Are you? then… Where are your wings?

Marvel: Well… I used to have wings. They were just like my father's… but I had an accident and lost them… Good thing I can still fly without them, huh?

Later, Batman would be the only one brave enough to ask Cap about it.

Marvel: Oh, no. I lied a little bit to the kid… It was not an accident. A relative of mine… he really didn't like the look of my wings. I think looking at them made him sad, because they reminded him of my dad… so he ripped them off before he kicked me out of the house.

He said it so nonchalantly that Batman felt a little stunted.

One day, on a mission, Captain Marvel got impaled by a huge pole. Thats ok, he healed. But not the suit. So, there was a big hole in the back of the clothes, showing some ugly nasty but healed scars where Captain's wings should be.

From Batman's analysis, he used to have 2 wings. They are so small compared to the size of his back, he must have been very young at the time… They are scarred, but their sinuousness makes it obvious how extremely violent and raw the act was. It is not a scar from something that was cut, it is a scar from something that was torn. The next time Marvel is at the WatchTower, he notices how everyone tries to be extra nice to him.

Wings are a very sacred part of humans, Cap was just so small that when Ebezener ripped them off, he didn't have time to attach himself to them or with what they meant he IS an optimist who always sees the glass as half full. he didn't completely lie to that kid earlier. yeah, he doesn't have wings anymore, but he can still fly with magic! only when he's transformed… but that's enough for him not to get so upset.

and maybe the trauma also made him forget 90% of the situation in favor of ignoring the agony he went through

[duahhail]

hey someone come get their weird ass kid, he’s scaring the other heroes

[deadsetobsessions]

Hera stood, waiting for her turn at last. The Queen of the Greek Pantheon traced the lines of neon green, its light reflecting against her true form in a soothing way. She’s no stranger to patience, to waiting. But there were little of those that had the gall to make her wait, and even smaller of that number that she would tolerate such behavior. Regardless, this was the one being she could not afford to offend and so, she waits. Her many forms, her divine self, perceived the room and compared it to her own halls of residence.

Olympus was much more intricate, carved of noble marble and inlaid with countless of priceless metals and gems and divinity. Twelve seats of power atop an engineering wonder, halls adorned with the brightest of the original flames, an hearth that was roaring at Hesta’s skillful hands.

In comparison, this throne room had been changed much since she was last here. Gone were the spikes of terror and screams of the damned. Now… it looked like the most bare throne room she’d ever bore witness to.

And yet, as she waited for the Boy King, Hera could feel the subtle thrum of impossible power. The new king did not flare his will and might like the previous tyrant, and for that, Hera approved. She has had quite enough of living with and under tyrants who cared only for themselves… and their bed achievements whilst failing spectacularly in their marital roles. Zeus was not a good life partner and Hera regretted ever saying yes to him many times in her immortal life. And yet… she loved him still.

The doors opened, and a small figure floated in, flanked by the previous King’s Knight. Perhaps that is what makes this Boy King so dangerous, Hera thought as she dipped into a bow, because he can turn the loyalest to his side.

“Your Majesty,” she greeted, in ghost speak.

“Heya, Hera!” The Boy King greeted her back, before waving the Knight away. Hera marveled, a bit, at the sheer confidence he had to dismiss his knight in her presence. Even the last king kept the knights around to ensure his power was always in display, always unchallengeable. The Boy King could destroy her with a snap of a finger and he knows it. He knows that she knows it.

“What did you need?” The Boy King asked, grin still on place as he floated to her instead of seating himself on his throne. Hera masked the bit of confusion she felt in pursuit of her goal.

“I have come here to ask of you a favor,” she began. “I am aware that… you are fond of this, the earth in which I reside in?”

Hera carefully picked her word. Everybody knows that the new King Phantom had laid claim to not only the Infinite Realms as is normal of his station, but an entire Earth as his haunt. He had the power to do so, she could finally see, now that she was standing before him. It would not do for Hera to get her strings cut because she claimed what is his.

“Sure. Why?” The Boy King tilted his head, narrowing that predator green upon her true form.

“Do you know of the Justice League, my lord?”

“Phantom’s fine,” he waved a hand. “And yeah, sure do! Why?”

Hera tilted her many forms in acknowledgement of the command. She bowed.

“My daughter, of a sort, is Diana Prince. Wonder Woman. She is… in grave danger. We can not exert our influence over a land that does not have our history. I can not interfere and aid her.”

“Oh, you want me to help her?” His tone was exasperated, and Hera spoke even more carefully in fear of offending him.

“Yes, if it pleases you. And it would be most gracious of you should Your Majesty have time to watch over her. I fear the danger will not leave her so quickly.”

There was a brief period of silence before King Phantom sighed. “And if it does not please me to do so?”

Hera looked up and locked gazes with evaluating green. “Then I am afraid I will be breaking a fair bit of cosmic law, King Phantom.”

He laughed. “Okay, yeah, I’ll check up on Wonder Woman.”

Hera blinked her many eyes, peacock feathers spreading in shock at how easily he allowed her favors. She did not even have to beg.

King Phantom turned to leave before pausing. “Hera, if you need help, just ask. Preferably without beating around the bushes next time. Also, Pandora misses you. You might want to hang around for tea later.”

Hera regarded him with the might of her divinity, which was but hardly a spec of his own kindness. The last one had not had her respect. Fear, yes. But never respect But this one…

“Yes, my King.”

“It’s just Phantom.” He shot back as he left, the Knight returning to his side once more.

Hera transformed into a more mortal form. She had not seen Pandora in a long time, the young woman had made quite an impression on her. Perhaps her old friend could be convinced in helping her punch Zeus and ruin her beloved husband’s day. Hera hummed, the green that used to flicker acidly against her divine form now only soothed. A reflection of its owner.

King Phantom is worthy of her regard.

——

Holy shit, a goddess asked him to check on the Justice League! She was super weird about it and talked in a really old way of speaking, but Danny hadn’t had anything to do for the past few days while entering the zone for his annual check up.

Danny waved away Fright Knight and dived into the portal that would take him directly to the Justice League and Diana!

He floated down from the portal, blinking at group of disheveled and injured superheroes surrounded by a group of demons. Belial?

“King Phantom.” Belial rumbled. Danny waved, not noticing the standstill his presence forced.

“Shite.” The British man cursed, drawing on his magic once more.

“King Phantom?” Diana Prince, Wonder Woman, said quizzically.

“Who?” Batman, Batman! That’s actually Batman, rumbled.

“High King of the Infinite Realms. We’re buggered if he decides to help Belial.”

“Wait, like the god of gods, that King Phantom?” Captain Marvel asked. Ancients, why are all of them electrical based? Danny hates electricity.

Danny floated closer to them, grinning in a friendly way before frowning as they tensed up.

“King Phantom. May I ask why you have graced us with your presence, my King?”

“Hey, Wonder Woman! Your mom asked me to babysit you!” He grinned, sharp and mischievous.

“What…?” The Flash asked, zipping to their side. “Her mom? Queen Hippolyta?”

“No, Hera,” Danny said, and watched Wonder Woman straighten at his words.

“The Goddess Hera.”

“Yep!” Danny rocked back on his suddenly formed legs instead of the whisp of a tail he usually kept in the Zone. He was also still floating. Danny sent a wave of ice and froze the rest of the demons in one fell swoop.

“The rest of you can take care of clean up, yes? Diana has to get some snacks, dinner, and then go to bed.” He pushed gently at Diana’s shoulders, nudging her towards the plane. She went willingly, respectful but amused.

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Bruce, intellectually knowing that’s a king but only seeing a superhero teenager: *fills out mental adoption paperwork*

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Hera, a goddess, terrified of misspeaking and dying as a result: he’s so strong even though he’s young omg powerful and could end my immortal existence

Danny, an unserious king: golly gee why is she speaking like a Shakespeare novel

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Hera, thinking Danny’s gonna be dignified: pls watch over my daughter

Danny, who has a clone he sees as a daughter and therefore has no issues babysitting a grown woman: lol snacks, dinner, bedtime

Diana:… usually I’m on the other spectrum of this but it’s from a higher up so… okay?

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Danny, terrifying gods and ancients: they’re my friends! The power of friendship!