#dad Marvel

[helps-the-writing-brain-go]

Dad-Coded Billy

Consider, if Billy had been dad-coded even before he'd gotten his powers.

He's the eldest (he's 12) of the street kids.

He ends up gathering the Shazamily over time, either abandoned, lost or having run from home and he keeps them safe and out of CPS hands.

Eldest child syndrome (i.e. parentification) except he's done it to himself.

He tries so hard to keep them fed and clothed and with some semblance of a roof over their heads.

He buys clothes from the thrift store in bulk, gets coats sized for adults so they can bundle up more, steals leftovers and has them take turns at the local fridge to get them canned foods, fights off bullies and other people for the right to live in condemned buildings for them all.

The older kids had a couple years of school and he teaches them to read. They frequent the library a lot and use public toilets to wash up.

It isn't perfect, but they've survived this long.

The one that nearly broke the camel's back was Darla, a toddler (about 2ish?) who got really sick. Billy debating so hard on whether to willingly bring them to CPS if only to get her help because winter is closing in and he's SO scared she'll die.

But he PROMISED.

He ends up getting his powers when he ran into the subway after stealing from the local pharmacy.

Honestly he nearly refused because this kid has been in survival mode for so long and his entire focus is on keeping his family alive and possibly giving them a better life.

And then the Wizard promises him magic and spells to help them if he accepts the duty and like a man signing up for the army Billy agrees for their sake.

He's a little more closed off to the JL maybe? He has more regular hours compared to his Canon counterpart bc his focus is still on his family.

They call him big brother, but after he'd gotten even bigger, they accept the truth they'd always had subconsciously, that they actually consider Billy their dad.

[wolfsbanesparks]

Hey y'all!

I'm back with another oneshot! This one was written for @pantheonofcoffee as a part of @dcufans4palestine

Summary: Billy wasn't entirely sure how he'd managed it, but somehow he’d convinced just about everyone— his teachers, classmates, employers, and even the entire Justice League—that he was a single father of six rather than a semi-homeless preteen.

Oddly enough that might end up being a good thing

[lavena]

Thinking of Dad Marvel again.

I don't know why but when I think of him looking at one of his kiddos tm I don't think of the usual small fond smile or affectionate smirk.

I think of the all encompassing smile that hurts your face.

Not bright and wide, but the type where your cheeks are so high they're inhibiting your vision.

The kind that goes up, not out. There is no wide beaming smile like the sun, it's the type of smile you do as a kid when you're trying to pout but your parent said something really funny. No matter what you do your cheeks remain raised and it's just so obvious so matter how you cover your face that you're smiling.

The kind that makes the back of your head ache from the love you feel.

That makes your shoulders bunch up like they're getting ready to fight this overwhelming amount of love.

The kind you can only see from the outside.

Forever looking at someone with all that love, directed at another.

Cuz it's is few and far between when you notice someone looking at you in such a way

[weepingfishturtledragon]

[deyageka]

.

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No srsly I can’t believe they’ve actually done this:

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[froginmygarden]

Billy gets adopted? Wack.

Billy gets to adopt? Crack! 👍

Batson Becomes a Bat Son?

Yeah no, fuck that. Bat son becomes a Batson.

Batman: *looking more depressed than usual*

Marvel: *feels bad and doesn’t know what to do* “Uh… wanna hold my hand?”

Batman: “…Is that a genuine offer?”

Marvel: “Yeah?”

Batman: *stares for a solid minute* “Yes.”

Later…

Reporter: “Batman, what do you have to say this photo of you and Captain Marvel holding hands?”

Batman: *looks dead at the camera* “It was a moment of weakness.”

or

Marvel: “Mr. Batman Sir!” *floats over to him, holding something behind his back*

Batman: “Yes, Captain?” *zeroes in on the fact he’s hiding something*

Marvel: “I got you something. You like Gray Ghost, right?”

Batman: “Yes…?”

Marvel: “Here.” *hands him a Gray Ghost figure*

Batman: *slightly surprised a “grown man” gave another grown man an action figure as a gift and sees that the figure is super old* “Is this vintage?”

Marvel: “It shouldn’t be?”

Batman: *uses nerd knowledge* “This specifically stopped being manufactured in the seventies.”

Marvel: *nodding along like he’s actually invested in this convo* “Oh really?”

Billy found that in the trash, and cleaned it the best he could so he could give it to him. He did not know.

Marvel: “So does that mean you like it?”

Batman: “Yes.” *very carefully puts it into his utility belt* “Thank you.”

or

Marvel: “You were amazing Mr. Batman Sir!” *pats his chrome dome*

Batman: *registers that his head was pat*

Marvel: *realizes he pat a grown man’s head*

*silence*

Marvel: *slowly pulls his hand away and looks ashamed* “I… am so sorry.”

Batman: “Hn.”

Marvel: “I am! I swear! It’s just that I do that to Junior and Mary a lot and I wasn’t thinking when I did it to you! I promise it won’t ever happen again!”

Bruce didn’t know what that means, because does that translate to “I thought of you as my own kid for a solid second” or does that translate to “My bad, muscle memory”?

[zhelin-thames]

Tiny baby ghost

idea from Prompt for @silverblueglitter

part 2 and 3 are out Masterpost

The summoning circle glowed an eerie green, casting sharp shadows around the Justice League's meeting chamber. John Constantine, sleeves rolled up and cigarette dangling from his lips, muttered the last words of the incantation. The room held a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of the magical energy.

When the green smoke cleared, instead of the imposing figure of the Ghost King they’d expected, a scrawny teenager in a black jumpsuit with white gloves and boots appeared, looking distinctly unimpressed.

“Seriously?!” Danny Phantom groaned, throwing up his hands. “It’s a school night!”

The room collectively blinked. Superman and Wonder Woman exchanged confused glances. Batman’s eyes narrowed behind his cowl, while the Batkids—perched around the room like chaotic gargoyles—leaned forward, intrigued.

“This… is the Ghost King?” Nightwing asked, his voice skeptical but amused.

“Ghost King?” Danny repeated, holding up a hand. “Nope. Wrong guy. Try again.”

“Clearly, this is a child,” Robin said flatly, stepping forward with his arms crossed. “Either the summoning ritual failed, or we’ve been deceived.”

“Who are you calling a child, mini-Nightmare?” Danny shot back, floating an inch off the ground to look taller. “I’m fifteen. How old are you, eight?”

“I am fourteen, you insufferable spirit,” Robin snapped, glaring daggers at him. “And you are woefully unqualified to speak to me in such a tone.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, Robin Junior. Let me know when you grow a sense of humor.”

Red Hood, perched casually on a table nearby, barked out a laugh. “I like this kid already.”

Robin scowled. “You would.”

Red Hood swung his legs off the table, standing to his full height. “Alright, Casper, if you’re not the Ghost King, why’d this ritual grab you instead?”

“That’s a great question! Wish I knew!” Danny said, throwing up his hands.

Constantine frowned, stepping closer. “You’re definitely ghostly, mate, and half-alive by the looks of you.” His sharp gaze softened just slightly. “You’re a bloody halfa.”

Danny froze, eyes darting to the swirling green barrier still holding him in the circle (not really). “I’m a ghost. And yeah, I’m alive. What’s it to you?”

Batman loomed closer, his deep voice cutting through the room. “If you’re not the Ghost King, why does this summoning work?”

“Great question! Wish I knew!” Danny threw up his arms again, his ectoplasm glowing faintly in frustration. “I don’t even know who you are, and you’ve already ruined my night! or Maybe the universe hates me. That’d explain a lot!”

“Who even made this circle?” Red Hood asked, pointing at Constantine. “Did you check it? It’s glowing green. That’s ghost vibes, man.”

“Thanks for the observation, Red Hood,” Constantine said dryly. “What gave it away, the ectoplasm or the ghost?”

“You are in no position to demand answers,” Batman growled.

“Oh my god, you’re worse than my parents,” Danny muttered.

Before Batman could respond, the air grew colder. A heavy, oppressive presence filled the room as green flames erupted in the middle of the chamber. From the flames stepped Pariah Dark, fully armored and radiating raw power, his glowing eyes zeroing in on Danny.

The League tensed, weapons at the ready, but Pariah didn’t even look at them. Instead, his expression softened in a way that could only be described as paternal as he reached out and plucked Danny out of the circle like a child grabbing a stuffed animal.

“Who dares summon my child?” Pariah rumbled, his deep voice shaking the room. He cradled Danny in one massive hand as though he were the most precious treasure in existence. Danny, for his part, just sighed and leaned against one of Pariah’s fingers.

“Dad, chill. They’re not trying to hurt me—” Danny shot a glare at Batman, “—yet.”

“‘Dad’?” Robin echoed, utterly baffled.

“They stressed him out,” Pariah continued as if Danny hadn’t spoken. “This is the third time in two weeks. Do you know how much sleep he’s lost? He has school!”

Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The third summoning this week,” he growled. “And for what? To disrupt his rest? His studies?”

“Studies?” Robin repeated incredulously. “This alleged ‘Ghost Prince’ is concerned with—”

“School,” Red Hood supplied helpfully, smirking. “That tracks. He’s just a kid.”

“I’M NOT JUST A KID!” Danny protested, his voice cracking slightly. Jason snorted.

Before anyone else could respond, Fright Knight materialized beside Pariah, his armor gleaming and his sword crackling with ghostly energy. He took one look at the summoning circle and grimaced.

“Shall I eliminate the offenders, my liege?” he asked Pariah, his grip tightening on his sword.

“No!” Danny yelped, waving his hands frantically. “No eliminating, no smiting! We talked about this, remember?”

Pariah sighed, his massive shoulders slumping. “They stressed you out,” he rumbled. “They should pay.”

“They’ll be fine,” Danny muttered. “Just… let me handle it, okay?”

“‘Fine,’ he says,” Red Hood muttered. “We’re seconds away from getting blasted into the afterlife.”

Robin's hand drifted toward his sword, his eyes darting between Pariah and Fright Knight. “This is absurd. We are the Justice League. Surely, we are not so easily—”

“Shut it, kid,” Consttantine interrupted. “Unless you want to test if we’re actually ‘fine.’”

Danny groaned. “Can we not do this right now?”

Wonder Woman stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “We summoned you because we need the Ghost King’s aid to stop a catastrophic magical event threatening the world.”

“Then why not summon him?” Danny snapped. “I’m not the king!”

“Yet the ritual brought you,” Batman said, his voice a mix of curiosity and accusation.

Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The crown does not transfer unless challenged. And none shall dare challenge my son.”

Danny squirmed in his ghost-dad’s grip. “Okay, Dad, they get it. Can you not threaten to destroy the world for five minutes?”

Pariah huffed but gently set Danny down, though he remained close, a looming shadow of protective menace.

Constantine rubbed his temples, muttering something about “bloody teenagers” and “overprotective ghost tyrants.” Meanwhile, the Batkids exchanged glances, clearly plotting something.

Danny sighed. “Look, I’ll help you guys with your big, scary magical problem, but can we make it quick? I have a chem test tomorrow.”

[wynnd-citrus]

Tony and his PPs (forgot to post this one too)

[glindauplland]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.05: WITH INTEREST

[crovoroh]

Alpine is a child of divorce 😔

[thewrittenpodcast]

Principal: unfortunately we had to call your mother in

Peter: may won't pick up

Principal: no not your aunt. your mother

Peter: i don't... have one?

Principal: says here one Viginia Potts is listed

Peter: i have never met a virginia in my life

Pepper, walking in: i was called

Peter:

Peter: your name is virginia?

Peter: my life is a lie

Peter: how can I go on

[helps-the-writing-brain-go]

A universe where Superman and Connor act like genuine father and son should meet Dad! Marvel and Connor actually :)

Bonus if that Superman knows their own universe's Captain Marvel is a child and is discretely trying to ask if this one is too. Hsjsbflaal.

[smoky-moka]

Do you include Ellie in your Wade's story? And ofc, top tier art love your love for Wade Wilson 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

yeppp

[vyynn]

Peter: Mr Stark! The ice cream truck is gonna pass by soon, can I borrow 2 bucks?

Tony: What's the magic word kid.

Peter: Dad?

Tony, pulling out $100 from his wallet: It was supposed to be please but...that works too.

Bruce, muttering under his breath: A bit too well.

[weepingfishturtledragon]

Captain Marvel Adopts Superboy AU

I've been seeing more Connor and Dad Captain Marvel content and I want to add. I imagine it being Connor's first birthday and Captain Marvel wanting to throw the best birthday party ever! He talked to the Gods and got a full day in the gardens on Mount Olympus, he decorated, invited the entire Young Justice League, made the perfect cake himself, and got him a powerful artifact as his gift or maybe Conner's signature leather jacket with a lightning bolt stitched on the back! It was amazing and really fun but at the end of the day I see Captain Marvel becoming emotional about how fast Connor and everyone is growing up and crying a lot little.

[spidey-017]

Peter: *almost dies*

Tony: jeez kid, did Rogers teach you your self-preservation skills or something?

Peter: no, my parents did

Tony: kid-