#Billy batson fanfic

[gay-dorito-dust]

either freddy or billy- or both! (separately)

hoodie stealing?? either reader stealin' theirs or them stealing readers??

‘Y/n!’ You heard Billy exclaim, freezing you in place.

‘Yeah?’ You called back, hoping he hadn’t finally found out about your little secrete.

‘Have you seen my hoodie anywhere? I can’t seem to find it.’ Your eyes widened as they glanced down at the slightly fleeced red fabric adorning your body protectively. Yes, you had stolen Billy’s hoodie and no you didn’t hold an ounce of remorse for doing so as it was your favourite article of clothing that he owned but there was one slight problem; the red hoodie with the light fleeced insides was also his favourite article of clothing.

‘Nope,’ you replied, trying to be as casual as could without raising suspicion, ‘are you sure Freddy hasn’t thrown it out the window or something?’

‘Trust me I’ve looked and it looks like he’s finally stopped tossing my clothes every time I mess with him and upped his game.’ Billy said as he began to trudge up the stairs and you were startled out of your temporary stupor and rushed to jump onto Billy’s bed, burying yourself under the blankets, making sure that every ounce of red was hidden from view.

‘What’re you doing?’ The boy asked when he saw you tucked tightly underneath his bed, looking over at him innocently. You shrugged, ‘just… felt like lazing in bed.’

‘Uh huh,’ Billy started as he moved to stand at the edge of your bed, watching closely to how you seemed to avoid direct eye contact with him and how your hold on the bedsheets were tight, almost as though you were hiding something. ‘Is that what your planning on doing the entire day? Do you mind if I join you?’

You tensed, breath hitching in your throat but you tried to remain steadfast. ‘Aren’t you and Freddy going down to the comic shop today? You’ve both been planning on doing so for a while that- NO!’ You screeched towards the end when Billy ripped away the bedsheets and saw the hoodie that he has been looking for all morning adoring your body as you looked at him like a deer in headlights.

‘It’s not what it looks like!’

‘Freddy?’

The boy froze, having been caught with your hoodie between his hands, he looked towards the doorway where you were leaning against the wooden frame, arms crossed and a look of amusement on your face.

‘Stealing my hoodies are we?’ You asked, already having found your answer in his stunned silence.

‘No…maybe…okay yes, yes I am.’ Freddy sighed in defeat. ‘But you can’t blame me! It’s not my fault your hoodies are nice, warm and-‘

‘Smell like me?’ You finished for him, moving over to his side, ears managing to catch his sheepish little ‘yeah…that too.’ As he bowed his head out of slight embarrassment that you might find him weird for doing so but when he heard you chuckle, he felt intrigued enough to look back up into your eyes.

‘Yeah sure, laugh at the weirdo.’ Freddy snarked, you knew he wasn’t upset or mad in the slightest from the way he looked at you brought him close into your side as you held him there. ‘You could’ve said something you know instead of going behind my back and stealing my hoodies, you hoodie stealer.’ You joked, tickling his sides and laughing when he jolted even further into your side.

‘But you know what,’ you said, gesturing to the hoodie still clutched in his hands, ‘keep it.’ Freddy stared at you as though you’ve grown a second head. ‘What?’

‘Keep it.’ You reiterated causally.

‘You want me to keep your hoodie?’ Freddy asks, holding up the bunched fabric in question as if to make sure that it was the same bunched fabric that you were talking about.

‘Yes.’

‘Why?’

‘I think it suits you better then it ever did me.’ You told him as though it were obvious, ‘besides I think it’s cute that you’d want to wear something of mine. So please keep it and wear it to your hearts desire.’

Freddy looked at the hoodie then back to you, then back to the hoodie again as he swallows thickly. ‘May I give it back now and then when it stops smelling like you?’ He asks and a smile graced your lips as you watched the boy wrestle your hoodie over his head and down his body.

‘Of course you can sweetheart, it’s our hoodie after all.���

[theyluvlyss]

𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟...

but when I read it after finishing it, I realized it was too cute not to post, so now, here I am to bless your feed with this short lil' blurb that I love so much.

and I say bless, because I figure, if I love it this much, so will others, maybe🤷🏽‍♀️. Especially my melanated sistas, like, this is quite literally for y'all🩷💋🫵🏽. You're welcome.

𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 <𝟑

《 ♡ 》 imagine (a little bit crack-fic-ish but that's okay)

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

nothing much, really. just billy loving you so much, and he thinks you're cute and all😙.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!black-codedasf!reader x loveydovey!billy batson

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

(joking/exaggerative) mentions of suffocating - light cursing, I think? I didn't check lol - that's about it fr, like, this is super duper lovey dovey huggy wuggy kissy wissy wishy washy🥰😻💋💞 - billy being literally obsessed with you (as he should, love a women worshipping king😻) - that's it, I'm pretty sure lol.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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You laid content as you scrolled through the contents of your open TikTok app, savoring in the warmth Billy's body generated while lying comfortably beside you. Hell - he was practically smushed up against you, with no real need to be given it was a plenty sizeable bed you shared, other than the fact that he just couldn't stand to be sharing the same mattress and not be cuddling into you.

Of course, you didn't mind this one bit. As previously mentioned, the Batson boy generated heat at a rate you couldn't be anymore grateful for, yourself always freezing to the touch for seemingly no reason. Plus, you found it endearing how close he constantly wanted to be. As though he were a clingy kitten, seemingly always depraved of your love and affection. And, thankfully, you had plenty of it to go around.

Especially seeing as some of your love went towards memes and all sorts of other funny videos on the internet. Like this next one you giggled at. It held no true meaning, simply a combination of the most recently trending things, all too niche for any newcomer to understand. But you did, being an "chronically online" teenage girl coming with its apparent perks as you let more giggles escape through your grinning teeth.

But, as per the norm, they never remained just quiet giggles. They soon escalated into something further, a fit that could no longer be contained no matter how hard you tried. Plus, with the video looping itself over and over again, you never had the chance to give yourself a break to breathe. You couldn't look away, god, it was just too funny…!

Soon, you were inevitably trying your damndest not to let out obnoxious cackles. You'd feel awful for waking your boyfriend over something as trivial as laughing too loud. But unfortunately, it proved too late for that, the stuttering of your chest being all it took before he was stirring and suddenly-

"So- S… sssss…"

In a horrid attempt at an apology, you ended up mimicking the sound of a snake, eventually pushing out the word "sorry" before exploding into more laughter. At first, Billy was not amused, staring at you through sleepy, low-lidded eyes and with a pout that you'd normally just kiss away if you weren't so busy acting like a loon.

"Why are you even still up…" He barely questioned, his voice a deep rasp as a result of his previous heavy slumber. As if you weren't already a mess, you felt a feather in your chest and stomach at the sound of his sleepy voice. It tickled you, and the video was still playing, and good lord, there was no way you were laughing this hard at what was essentially nonsense.

But you were! And it was so… so… so...

"I-...I-..."

Poor thing, you thought you were going to suffocate, blowing up into another round of giggles. Your eyes were growing misty, and you were fighting so hard to replace your laughter with air, oxygen into your lungs. You couldn't do it, and it occurred to you that you probably looked insane right now with your eyes screwed shut (leaking salty water, at that) and your mouth hanging open with no sound coming out...

You laughed harder at the mental image, if possible.

"(Y/N), dude…" Billy spoke, his tone flat and his stare hard. You couldn't take it, shoving your face into the nearest pillow as you kicked your legs and shook around in silent laughter. You were actually physically fighting to stop and were losing! You were losing badly, stretching out your hand for any source of grounding.

"Will you chill out, oh my god." Billy, once again, hardly asked. But this time, it was through his own curt chuckle, slowly growing entertained by his girlfriend's silliness before loosely allowing his hand to fall into your own. You grabbed it, and finally, you could breathe again. A smile remained stuck on his face. A tired one, of course, but one could also argue that it was in love sickness. He watched your chest heave up and down, waiting until you removed the pillow from your face.

And when you did, he almost wanted to argue that you could, in fact, blush. Because your face was most definitely, visibly a deepened shade right now as you wiped the tears and massaged your sore cheeks. But he'd leave it alone, for now.

"I'm sorry." You spoke plainly after a moment of silence, gathering yourself. "That was deadass just the funniest shit I've ever seen, I don't know what's wrong with me."

Billy's smile grew, staring down at you while laying on his side, listening to your cheery-filled voice explain what on earth was so funny about this video that you nearly asphyxiated yourself cackling at. You laid against the bicep of his arm, curls tickling his skin because you'd more than likely forgotten to put a bonnet on for the evening.

He wouldn't remind you, though. Just for tonight, because he liked the tickle-feeling and the way they framed your face and expanded gorgeously around your head. Like a powerful mane or maybe a halo. He traced the detail in the browns of your eyes and had to stop himself from running a thumb over your brows. And just from the previous events alone, he was sure you had licked away all of your chapstick and gloss, staring at your lips before meeting your eyes once again upon listening to the cadence in your voice dip into a questioning tone.

"Did you see?" You asked, and he nodded.

"Yeah, babe."

Hardly a hum, yet full of adoration. Not that it mattered, because almost as fast as it was put there, your laughing expression had morphed into a playful one of disbelief. An added click of the tongue for full affect.

"Mncht. No, you didn't; you're not even looking…"

There was about a four second pause, Billy finally giving into the urge to run his thumb over your brow, tracing it down your cheek… prodding at the dimple that may/could reside there before running it as lightly as a feather over your lips. You paid no mind one way or the other to his actions, used to them by this point in time. Used to being cherished and observed with such worship and grace, even though it still made you slip into a mild hot flash.

"You're so cute."

Your eyes gazed up into his green ones, finally giving him your attention at such a sudden yet fond statement. At first, you almost let the words, "I know." slip. But then, you figured you might as well just say thank you and urge him back to bed. After all, you had never meant to wake him in the first place, and the guilt of that was finally starting to set in.

And yet…

"You think I'm cute?"

Billy, if he didn't know any better, allowed his heart to melt right there. Your eyes were big and expecting, curious about his thoughts even though he had just let them loose. And your tone full of hope, as if he'd never told you such a thing before. That might as well be blasphemy for him, seeing as he made it appoint to remind you of the way you had basically consumed his thoughts every single day.

And he'd continue to do so over and over and over again until you got it through your head that he was one-hundred percent serious. That he meant it with all of his heart.

"Think." He repeated the word you had murmured with a tone of hilarity. "I know you're cute, I'm lookin' right at you~."

He spoke with a shameless flirt in his drowsy tone, watching as you smiled to yourself. This time, you had no wit to banter up or a cheeky way of saying "I know" to him. All you had was your giddiness, only to then offer up the purse of your lips innocently until Billy got the hint.

"Gimmie kiss~…" He spoke, even though he was the one to deliver such upon your lips. But it didn't really matter because a few pecks later, you were drunk off of them and selfishly demanding more until he had literally kissed you to sleep.

"...Cute."

𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰🥲.

i've got to stop letting my own words hurt me like this lmaoo😭. I hope y'all enjoyed ! more on the way soon✨️🤞🏽.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 :

myself <3

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :

none :(

[dawnsedits]

No Need to Ask, I Got You

Rosa needs to check on Billy, and Billy needs to talk about what just happened, so she pulls him aside for a private moment.

Shazam 2 spoilers ahead!

Rosa & Billy ~ 1.2k ~ AO3

Rosa couldn’t take her eyes off of him, off of Billy, covered in dust but alive, giving his siblings their powers back, laughing like the sun had never stopped shining. She hung on Victor’s arm, clinging to his sleeve as if the touch of fabric could wipe away the memory of Billy’s cooling skin, of his lifeless body after she’d asked Victor, who had carried him here, to let her hold him one last time. Because that’s all it was now – a memory. The lightning hadn’t taken him and the dirt hadn’t buried him forever. He was safe. She could see that.

But it wasn’t enough. Not yet, not- not like this. This version of him wasn’t the one she needed to see.

She pulled away from Victor. “Billy,” she called.

He looked up, and her heart skipped into her throat just at that simple action, when so recently he hadn’t responded to her cries at all. “Yeah?”

“Can we-” She gestured behind her. “Can we have a moment?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Um- here.”

He gave the wizard the staff and followed her inside, into some peace and quiet, and she picked a place where the roof had collapsed long ago. “Can you, um… what- what’s the word, Shazam? Can you do that?”

He nodded, and in a flash of lightning, there he was. Her Billy, clean now, his skin unburned, looking at her with a little confusion and a lot of love, a far cry from the corpse that had driven her to her knees. “Oh, my baby,” she rasped, sweeping him into a hug, a hug she had feared she would never be able to give him again. She buried her fingers in his hair, in the haircut she had helped him pick out, reveling at how warm he was in her arms. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re safe.”

“Me too,” he said, and he almost sounded cheerful. He almost sounded like the happy kid he had been in front of the others, the one who was cracking jokes and playing around and acting like he hadn’t just come back from the dead.

She knew him better than that.

Rosa pulled back, staying close but letting herself look him over. “Are you ok?”

 That’s a silly question. Of course he’s not.

Not even halfway through the thought, though, he was already insisting that he was. “Yeah, of course. I mean, look at me, I’m healed! I’m fine, Ro- Mom. I’m fine.”

Rosa shook her head. “No, you’re not.”

He put on a good show of looking confused and innocent, like he always had, but Rosa recognized the darting of his eyes, looking for escape. “What do you mean? I’m fine, really-”

“Billy.”

She said it softly, careful not to sound stern, and it was more than enough to stop him in his tracks, tears he was clearly fighting back beginning to well in his eyes. She reached for him, cradling his cheeks, ready to catch them when they fell. “It’s just you and me, baby. Let me see you.”

“I was-” He swallowed, his lip trembling, and when he spoke again she almost couldn’t hear him. “I was so scared.”

“Of course you were, Billy,” she murmured, her own eyes beginning to water. So was I. “You did something most adults aren’t brave enough to do.”

“I didn’t even have time to feel brave,” he rasped. “I was just trying not to get killed early, and when it was time it was- it was so hot and so bright, and then… then it wasn’t.”

 I missed you guys.

Rosa stiffened, tightening her grip on him before she could control herself. “Billy, you don’t… you don’t remember being-” The word caught in her throat. “You remember it?”

“I…” He sniffed, dropping his gaze, and the first tear fell, splashing onto her thumb. “I don’t know, exactly. But it… it was so dark. I was so cold. And I think I was screaming, because something hurt so bad, but no one was there. And then I woke up and it was still dark and I couldn’t breathe and I thought-”

His voice broke, breaking down into a sob, and he dove into another hug, burying his face in her shoulder and clinging to her like a lifeline. Oh, Billy. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing the top of his head, swaying gently as she rubbed his back. “It’s ok now, baby,” she soothed. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

“I said it was like two minutes,” he choked out between sobs. “But it felt like so much longer.”

Rosa closed her eyes, giving herself a moment to agree with him, to remember how long she had seemed to kneel in the field, hugging Darla and being hugged by Mary as they cried, mourning the son and brother they had only had for three years. She didn’t even know what time it was now, but she knew this had been the longest night of her life – and she could hardly imagine what Billy had gone through.

She gave herself a mental shake and pulled back a bit, just enough to look him in the eye. “It’s over now,” she said, tipping his chin up. “The sun is shining, I’m right here, and as soon as we get to a hotel, I will be wrapping you up in so many blankets you won’t even remember what cold feels like. Ok?”

He let out a weak little laugh, the sound music to her ears. “Can we get Mr. S first?”

“You really want your stuffed dragon right now?”

“You won him for me,” he mumbled. “I wanna make sure he’s ok.”

“Then of course we’ll go get him,” she said, smiling fondly, thanking Wonder Woman and every other god she knew of that death hadn’t taken this sweet, kind, wonderful boy away from her. “I love you, Billy.”

He leaned back into the hug, nestling his head on her shoulder. “I love you too, Mom.”

They stayed like that for a good while longer, Billy soaking in the hug, Rosa soaking in the words. Her life was full of children who came and went, and it always haunted her, the years she missed, the struggles she couldn’t help them with, and perhaps none more so than the years she’d missed with Billy. He had been through so much in his young life, more than he should’ve ever had to go through, and she hadn’t been there to love him or guide him through almost any of it.

But she was here now.

She was here to hold him until he was ready to go back to the others, and to help Mary distract the others when a question about the fight made him go pale. She was here to help him dig through the rubble for his dragon, and to make sure he got all the chicken nuggets he wanted from McDonald’s later. She was here to ask Victor to leave the bathroom light on that night so Billy didn’t have to, and she was here to watch him as he slept, unwilling to take her eyes off of him for a second, snuggling Mr. S and snuggled by Darla.

She was here, and he was alive. He wouldn’t go through this – or anything else – alone.

[the-saltwaterselkie-writer]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types, Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons), Shazam! | Captain Marvel (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Batson & Justice League, Billy Batson & Bruce Wayne Characters: Billy Batson, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman) Additional Tags: Halloween, Fluff, One Shot, Canon Universe, Short One Shot, Slice of Life, Billy Batson-centric, Billy Batson is Captain Marvel | Shazam, League Shenanigans, basically billy is ten, and that leads to some... interesting ideas about halloween costuming, feat. a battle a bash and a very (secretly) confused batman, Billy Batson Needs a Hug, Short, Complete Summary:

The trouble started when Billy decided he was going to dress up as Batman for Halloween.

Or: Billy's favorite Halloween party ever, the chaos that results, and its impact on his identity reveal ten years later.

Or or: Two Batmans, a Ten-Year-Old, and a Slice of Pumpkin Pie

[cripskis]

if danny was in the justice league, you CANNOT convince me that him and Shazam wouldn’t screw with the other leaguers. like, they’ve both “technically” been around for millennia. there is not a universe in which they wouldn’t exploit that for The Memes™.

“Hey Phantom, you remember that party that Julius threw? Total rager. Can’t believe Calpurnia is still up and kicking.”

“Shazam, my dude, Calpurnia is a band. Miss girl is long gone. But no, yeah. Kinda missing that weird cheese they had. Want me to fly over to Rome and grab some? Worth it, honestly.”

“Ooh, get me some of that weird chip dip stuff too. The one he dumped on Antony.”

Meanwhile everyone else in the watchtower meeting room, having an aneurysm: “Julius… Caesar…?”

[superbat-love]

While on a galactic mission in the outer planets…

Shazam: Did you hear the news? I can’t believe that the Joker stole all of Batman’s money. Poor Batman. I know what that’s like. Some guy always tries to steal mine during lunch.

Superman: Huh, Fawcett City must be more dangerous than I thought. Anyway, it’s just not right. I offered to talk to the Joker, but Batman told me to stay out of Gotham. He said he’d handle it by himself.

Shazam: I wish I could help with his money situation, but I don’t get enough allowance. Oh, how about we hold a fundraiser? Or an auction! We could sell something valuable and donate the money to Batman.

Superman: That’s a great idea Shazam. [Spots something on the ground] Hey, what do we have here? [Picks up a shiny object] It looks like a diamond! Wow, this deserted planet is covered in them!

Shazam and Superman stare at each other.

Superman: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Shazam: Let’s bring this planet back home! We can put it beside the Watchtower since there’s plenty of space there; you pull and I’ll push. And then Batman can live on Planet Diamond!

Shazam and Superman high-five each other.

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Bruce already has 6-23ish kids (depending on who you count/which run you're reading) in DC canon. He really doesn't need anymore-

AO3 Fic Authors: *eyes Peter Parker* *eyes Billy Batson* *eyes Conner Kent* *eyes Roy Harper* *eyes Wally West* *eyes Danny Fenton* *eyes-*

AO3 Fic Authors: Eh, he can afford the child support.

[gonnacatchthemallcausehes]

The Apocalyptic Support Group

Chapter 2 Update!

Check out the link below!

Summary:

Another Thursday, another alien invasion for the Justice League to handle. Only, this alien overlord has announced they will be summoning the most dangerous beings Earth has to offer to complete a challenge to prove Earth's worthiness.

Everyone's expecting Justice League heroes to show up in the challenge arena. When a scrappy eleven year old, two teens, and a meek, nerdy reporter are summoned in their place, the world goes nuts.

Clark Kent, Tim Drake-Wayne, Danny Fenton, and Billy Batson now have to work together to complete the challenge -without exposing their secret identities to the world.

This is gonna be fun.

[connorsbonez]

The fics about Billy detransforming and the Justice League mistaking it as Marvel getting de-aged are great, I love them so much, wish there were more really.

However, there’s a startling lack of Billy cursing up a storm during this. Like, he’s a street kid he knows come creative curses, but also, it’s a fucking hilarious opportunity.

Little Captain Marvel cursing up a storm because someone pissed him off or him screaming fuck because he stubbed his toe.

It’s funny and would flabbergast the League to no end.

And if they asked Marvel after the incident, depending on what you headcanon, then he could say that he has a magic filter on it that the gods don’t know the difference between cursing and cursing

[wolfsbanesparks]

Another bind completed!

I started this one during Binderary but just didn't have time to case it in until now!

But I love how it turned out! It was my first time using heat transfer vinyl (HTV) but I am a huge fan of how it looks! I had way too much fun picking out different fonts for the titles to match each story. Also I bought little lightning bolt charms in a bunch of colors to add to the bookmark ribbons! I will be adding them to basically all of my Shazam books now, they're just so cute!

This is a collection of short stories I've written over the past couple of years that center around Billy Batson and Captain Marvel (which is most of them) You can see them listed in the Table of Contents page but I'll link them under the cut for anyone interested.

Stories included in this collection:

Where It All Began

Our Hero

Sticky Fingers

What Are Friends For

Learning to be Heroes

The House on Willow Creek Lane

Coming Out is Hard

A Birthday is Just Another Day

One Half of a Golden Locket

A Perfect Day

Lost Time

In the Aftermath

Truce

Metamorphosis

You're Listening to WHIZ Radio

[chaparro0456]

Damian school days au series

Prologue. Part 1

Bruce: Alfred are you sure it’s a good idea I could get him homeschooled I can clearly afford the best instructors 

Alfred: come now master Bruce we both know master Damian is very smart for his young age he clearly doesn’t need the education but he lacks his communication skills how to socialize it’s important beside would you like to see him having friends his own age 

Bruce: he has friends his own age there Jonathan

Alfred : which is a 3 hour drive to metropolis

Bruce:there’s Billy from the justice league

Alfred: he’s five years older then Damian and I’m pretty sure he just being nice to Damian beside that why don’t you want to send Damian to school

Bruce: I don’t want him out of the house he’s only been in Gotham for a year is dangerous out there

Alfred: master Bruce is Gotham is dangerous just the other a man tried to mug me

Bryce: are you okay why didn’t you tell me

Alfred: master Bruce you know I can handle myself made that fool crying for his mama anyway this would do him good in the long run you know this

Bruce: yes i know but

Alfred: do you trust Damian

Bruce:of course I do but

Alfred: then trust him to be careful at school

Bruce he sigh in defeat : alright I’ll put him in Primary school starting next semester but I want him to be a car rider i don’t want him riding the bus

Alfred: that’s a fair request I can drop him off in mornings and pick him up at pick up time and if I can’t I’m sure somebody will be willing to drive him

Bruce: alright now the hard part telling him

Alfred: oh he wouldn’t like it

Bruce:not one bit

Next

[gay-dorito-dust]

billy batson relationship hcs?

Another lad who’s absolutely boyfriend material even though he might not think it.

Billy, with his obvious abandonment issues, would probably need a lot of reassurance that you weren’t going to just up and leave him in the middle of the night over something inconsequential. After all Billy is just a lost boy in need of a lot of love and affection but he’s scared to admit it out of fear that he’s just only giving people a reason to leave him; He just doesn’t want that to happen to you so he tends to cling on to you tight and hopes you don’t slip through his fingers like sand.

Billy would be that one audio from tiktok I heard ages ago that went something along the lines of; ‘loving someone is to show them your most vulnerable self and pray to god that they don’t break your heart.’ Which I think describes what Billy would be like in a relationship. He’d show you his most vulnerable self, bearing all his scars and wounds before you and praying that you didn’t end up crushing him in the process.

Which you damn well don’t because all you’ve done was hold him as though he were made of cracked porcelain, your hands mending him back together through the art of Kintsugi. You kiss all his scars and ailments whisky calling them the stars that litter his skin. You treat him with a gentle kindness that he wasn’t use to before and once he got a taste for it, he never wants it to go away…even if he does suck at asking for affection within the first few weeks of dating.

An couple of examples of this would be that if Billy were to want a hug, he’d stand nearby all fidgety, running his hands over one another as his eyes were down cast to the floor in an expression that would have one think that he was upset but in reality he was mulling over in his head how he was going to ask. You, somehow seeing through this, would smile and open your arms for him and watch in amusement as he would shuffle into your arms and feel him melt in your embrace.

When he wants to hold your hand, he’d subtly brush his hand against the back of yours a couple of times before you get the hint and grasp his hand, always making sure to intertwine your fingers with his and squeeze tightly so he knows that this wasn’t some figment of his imagination.

Each and every time he’d do this you always say to him, ‘don’t be afraid to ask, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’m here to stay.’

Ever since then Billy, whenever in need of comfort, would just flop himself onto you and it didn’t matter where you were during then because for how long he wished, you were stuck within his embrace but you weren’t complaining, He gives the best, most protective, warm and safe hugs you’ve ever experienced.

Protective, devoted and overall loyal. These three words are the best to describe Billy as a boyfriend. He’s naturally protective over you and tends to get overly worried about where you are when you haven’t returned his texts in the past 10 minutes, which causes his mind to overthink of all the bad that could possibly happen, and he’d soon be out that door faster then anyone can say Shazam. Freddy would have to be the one to give him peace of mind whenever this happens but it’s all effectively fruitless with Billy because loosing you wasn’t an option he was willing to consider ever happening. So I wouldn’t be surprised if he uses his alter ego to check up on you to make sure you weren’t in any real danger.

Loyal- Billy is as loyal as they come, if not the most loyal of even the most loyal of people, and he -much like Freddy- would rather be in your corner no matter what. He prioritises your happiness and well-being over his own sometimes and you have to remind him that being in a relationship is of the responsibility of both people, not just one. Still Billy would make sure your happy with him no matter what, even if he’d have to make a goof out of himself, he’d do it for you within a heartbeat.

Billy’s love languages -in my opinion- are quality time, words of affirmation and acts of service. Though the words of affirmation don’t come until he’s comfortable with himself and the relationship but it does happen.

He’d do small thing for you to express his affection even when he’s probably told you how much he appreciates you the day before, he’s got a massive heart that withholds a lot of love that’s just impatiently waiting to be shared. He’d make you a drink in the morning, tuck you tightly in bed at night, hold your bag for you, help you with any form of workload, make you light snacks when you forget to eat, carry you to bed when he finds you asleep in an uncomfortable position that would most definitely given you a crooked neck and a scream back.

He’s a bit of a nerd so if you were into all that superhero stuff like he is, then you’d for sure have debates on who the better superhero was or who had the coolest suits, weapons, powers, sidekicks, etc. it was just a fun way of bonding for the both of you outside of gaming, going on little arcade dates and movie nights and the like because it gave you all the more reason to hear his impassioned words. He looked youthful when he does so, his face clear of any and all worry and frown lines that seemed to have permanent residency on his face.

He adores you wearing his clothes and if you were to ever give them back, they suddenly become his favourite article of clothing because of how your scent clung to the fabric, subtly giving them back to you when they stopped smelling like you as a silent gesture for you to keep doing it because he loved having a part of you with him when you can’t be together physically.

[theyluvlyss]

𝐬𝐨, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞...

I literally just came up with this little drabble, and I'm sorry, but it's funny to me, so-

but anyway, two more shazam fics are on the way pretty soon (one freddy, one billy), and then I got a stranger things/mike wheeler request after that, so be on the lookout :) !

𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝

《 ♡ 》 oneshot/crack-fic

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

reader loves it when billy showcases his power. billy loves showing off to his girlfriend. it's a win-win situation, to be honest.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!girlfriend!reader x billy batson - she/her/hers pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

yelling/screaming (in a good way, dw) - lots of begging from reader lmao - billy being easily swayed bc he wuvs you🥰 - dang, this is kinda crazy sounding outta context, huh? - anyways - this whole thing is just very berry cute, methinks - good vibes only, supa good vibes only✨️ - shrek reference

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"Do the thing!"

It was a sudden squeal, almost as if you'd been holding it back for a while. Not to mention, the walk back to his place had been comfortably silent the whole time before, your hand in his with both stuffed off in his coat pocket in order to shield them from the cold, winter weather.

Although, the squeezes you would give occasionally should've been somewhat of a warning sign. Billy just figured it was a silent, "I love you" of some sort, returning the action every time with butterflies in his chest that kept him warm.

He never would've guessed them as a sign for an incoming fangirl moment. And so, to be sure...

"What thing?"

Not that he wasn't genuinely confused, of course.

"Ya'know... the thing that I like?"

He looked down at you, met with your beaming smile back up at him that brought on one of his own. Still unsure, though, merely repeating the words you had jingled to him all of the sudden back to you in a tone of skepticism.

"The thing you like?"

"Yeah!" You chriped, waiting for him to catch on excitedly, only to be mildly disappointed when that moment never came and he shook his head in dismiss.

"...I don't know, I'm still lost."

"Billy, noo..." You whined, nudging him a bit with your side as the walk continued. "Pleaseeee?"

"What thing?!"

And before you could fully explain yourself, you saw a look in the emerald of his eyes that told you he was faking, the boy having caught on by this point and leaving you to huff and turn away.

"...Stop, you know what I'm talking about, you're just being mean."

Deep chuckles came from his chest, Billy nodding to himself in amusement after you had realized he was teasing you. And, because it was in his nature, he continued to do so until you would ask properly.

"You're right, I do know. I just wanna hear you say it."

"Mncht." You clicked your tongue but didn't give in to the vexing feeling of your boyfriend complicating the process, keeping strong at your pleads in hopes to simply just wear him down.

"Billyyy...please do the thing? Please?"

"C'monnnn..." He urged, nudging his shoulder with yours, and was satisfied with the roll of your eyes and his implied directions followed.

"Hmff... Can you pleaaase say the word? Please?"

"You want me to say the word~?" He repeated, this time with a tone of flirtatiousness that you willingly succumbed to, snuggling up to his arm almost too cheesy for your own liking as you gave an eager, "Yes!"

"Mmm, I dunnooo'..."

This boy and his need to taunt, you swore, would be the death of you...! And yet, it was charming enough for you to let it slide.

No, he was charming enough for you to let it slide. Shaggy brown hair and gorgeous green eyes and those cute dimples whenever he flashed you that winning smile...

Plus, you had been on the verge of geeking out the whole day out with him. Your boyfriend is a superhero for Christ's sake! Of course you'd want to randomly see the magic of it all from time to time! And it's not like you ever knew him to shy away from amazing you whenever he could. So...

"Please-please-please with a lot of maraschino cherries on top?"

Billy laughed at your specifics, already in the midst of guiding you towards a secluded area away from crowds and bystanders.

"Okay, okay, but only because you asked so nicely."

"Yes, yay-yay-yay...!!"

Your cheers and giggles of excitement went hushed by your own hands, waiting in anticipation as Billy took some safety steps back away from you and gave one last look around the area. When he was sure he was in the clear, he granted you your wish. Did just as you asked...

He said the word...

"SHAZAM!!"

...and with a thunderous crash of lightning and a blinding light for only a moment, he was transformed into his older, super-self, and you were laughing wildly through jagged gasps of amazement.

"AHAHAHAHA!!!"

A little bit of a crazy laugh, you'd admit later, but not the point-

"Yeah? How was that?!" Billy-... Shazam asked, his arms spread wide open as he walked closer to you.

"Super loud and scary!" You squealed, hopping around like a little girl who was seeing a fireworks show for the first time, the glowing emblem on his chest casting you and the entire alleyway in gold.

"Yeah?!" Shazam nodded in confirmation with a grin just as wide as your own.

"But it's so hot!!"

"Yeah, it is...!"

Billy's ego? Boosted.

Your fangirl levels? Off the charts.

Hotel? Trivago.

"Okay, now do it again, but back to you-you." You demanded requested, doing a small spin move with your index finger while Shazam dropped his arms to his side.

"Dude-"

"-Please?" You cut before he could provide any light scolds or reasons as to why he shouldn't. You were his girlfriend, and you were so cute looking up at him, expecting to see her boyfriend, now, and not some grown man version of him she... liked... but didn't truly care for.

"...Okay."

"Yay!" You clapped, moving yourself back this time to avoid a second lighting strike.

"SHAZAM!!"

And with that, he was back to himself, your Billy Batson, standing with his arms still open in hopes he'd impressed you the way you had assumed he would.

And god, did he go above and beyond.

"AHAHAHA, YOU'RE SO COOL, I LOVE YOU!!!" You nearly screamed, voice rasping over from the sheer amount of pressure you were putting on your throat.

"I love you, too! C'mere...!" He laughed, admiring your excited figure and the way you were already running towards for him to catch you in his arms in a warm hug.

It lasted for longer than you both expected, but was clearly needed as you enjoyed each other's presence and touch.

"You know what you reminded me of, lowkey?" Billy murmured, no need to be any louder when he was right by your ear.

"Hmm?" You hummed, face pressed into the crook of his neck, cold nose tickling his skin.

"...Do the roar."

You pulled away very slowly. Your face went about as cold as your feet were right now, staring deep into Billy's eyes with a look of pure disbelief.

He stared back. Grinning, head nodding as if to say, "Yeah? Right?" like a puppy.

"You know what?" You hummed gently, returning the smile softly while your vision trailed his features and then down to his chest.

"Yeah?"

You pointed directly to his heart.

"You...are amazingly talented..."

":D!?"

"...at ruining nice moments between us."

":0..."

You nodded, satisfied with yourself at the light tease.

"Mhm, yeah :)."

𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐬-...𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭...𝐢𝐬- 𝐈-...

is it obvious I have such a BAD crush on billy, and this is lowkey shamelessly self-indulgent, or nah🧍🏽‍♀️?

you said nah?

awesome, cool, thanks /ᐠ-⩊-マ.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :

me🤭

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :

1,132 words

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 :

none :(

[legitimatesatanspawn]

So I know there's a lot of "Bruce or a Bat or Superman" is Danny's father or Danny is their AU "Jack Fenton" son. Likewise with being related somehow to Diana Prince or John Constantine.

I know I mentioned these in a reblog before but here's the two ideas on their own.

Johnathan Kent, as in Superman's father, is an alternate timeline Jack Fenton. The parallels are fairly decent there what with a mid-western father whose son is not... quite human but the man loves him. The differences are plenty since the man is less bumbling than Jack and knows his son isn't human but as far as I know never judged people for what or any of that. This I think would lean more towards wholesome family stuff.

C.C. Batson is Danny's AU father. That one is more leaning on the fact that Billy Batson is also a magically transforming kid hero who has a mentor figure that is an ancient cryptic force of... maybe good but probably balance. I don't really know much of C.C. outside of being Billy's parents being dead but you could argue the whole archeology thing being a fascination in death/the afterlife to mirror Jack's ghost research. This one would lean more towards dramatic reveals and fighting magically powerful enemies.

[chaoticallyfluffy]

Goodbye, multiple year long hyperfixation on a traumatized boy with blue eyes who grew up far too fast

Hello, brand new hyperfixation on a traumatized boy with blue eyes who grew up far too fast

…

Perhaps I need therapy

Anyway, I’m out of the Dream Smp and into the Shazam fandom now and I started writing fanfiction again for the first time since I was like 11!

If you’d like to read it you can find it here! I will also be posting some art about it later on if that interests anyone!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54236758/chapters/137344804

[cerealboxlore]

Good morning babes, time for angst

So y'all know that one episode of Justice League Unlimited, "Kid Stuff", right? Where Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and Green Latern (John Stewart) got turned into kids by Morgan Le Fey to defeat her son, Mordred. At the end of the episode, Batman says, "I haven't been a kid since I was eight years old."

Think about that. Now. Think of Billy Batson, AKA, Captain Marvel (Shazam), the secret child superhero who's been losing his childhood thanks to being the Champion of Magic. The age where he starts being Captain Marvel varies, but imagine if he got his powers at only eight years old.

Imagine Billy becoming a member of the Justice League only a few months later, and being a superhero for years. His coworkers were none the wiser, not even Batman.

Billy having so much responsibility and the weight of the magical world on his shoulders from a very young age, and he's never once had someone help him or asked for help (besides the Wizard and Tawny). He's encountered so many dangerous threats and attacks on his life, both as Captain Marvel and ad Billy, but continues to fight everyday for the sake of everyone else. He loves his city, his friends, and the people that will never know him. He's truly pure of heart.

Now. Imagine an accident happening years later when Billy is like 15 years old, where his age gets revealed to the league and everything is in chaos. Members are confused, upset, angry, shocked, but most of all, they just don't know what to think. An important member of the league has been revealed to be a kid this entire time in secret, hiding it from them for so long.

A meeting is immediately held and Captain Marvel is forced to attend not as Captain Marvel, but as Billy Batson. The chair and tables feel so much higher than before to him, but he sits down at his regular seat and looks at everyone in the eyes. They argue, question him about everything, but Billy is surprisingly calm and mature about everything. He shouldn't be this mature. He'd still a kid, someone says.

"I haven't been a kid since I was eight years old." A sentence that gives Batman chills. Billy hasn't been a kid in so long, and neither has he.

He never knew it before, but they were so alike this whole time. Opposite on the spectrum, but still the same. Two sides of one coin are still made of the same material.

Maybe that was why Batman speaks up for Billy after that, and stands up for him to continue being a league member.