Sleep | Billy Batson
A/N: Takes place sometime after the first movie, interesting how superhero movies never discuss the trauma of literally almost dying lol this was requested - hope you enjoy!!
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You're in that delirious state of dozing off; not quite awake, but not fully asleep. Sleep is beckoning you and you'll soon fall into its sweet embrace--
You shoot up, blankets getting tangled around your waist, arms swiping through the air.
"Hey, hey, hey! It's me. Freddy. It's Freddy. Geez, you almost took my eye out."
In the dark of the room you squint as your awareness seeps in. Freddy hovering by the bed with his hands held up.
"What the heck-" you look at Darla's sleeping form on her side of the room, "-the hell are you doing?"
Freddy quietly groans into his hands. "What do you think? It's Billy of course. Now scoot."
You contemplate kicking Freddy out of your room, turning over and tugging the blanket over your head. But then your traitorous brain forms an image of Billy in his room alone and you're getting up with a sigh.
"I hate you." You mumble as Freddy takes the spot on your bed, switching out your pillow for his.
He grins. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
The house is dark and quiet but you've made this small trip enough times that you could do it in your sleep, or sleep-deprieved as you currently were.
Billy is sitting on his bed, eyes blank as he stares at the window. He briefly looks over when you open the door, creeping through.
Immediately he objects, the guilt on his face clear. "Just go back to bed. I'm okay seriously."
"I almost believe that." You shake your head, climbing into the bed with him. "Same dream?"
He hesitates, fumbling with the blanket. "Yeah..."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Okay. Come here." You manage to snag some of the blanket, sinking down until you're comfortable enough to open your arms. Billy wraps himself around you, tension leaving his shoulders when you start to comb your fingers through his hair.
"Goodnight Billy."
You look down to see his eyes shut, breathing steady.
This was becoming routine. You didn't mind, even though Freddy complained about how it woke him up you knew he was worried about Billy. You all were.
Billy had been waking up from night terrors, waking up with the feeling of Dr. Sivana's hands on his throat as him, Billy, not Shazam. He had been embarrassed, seeing as no one else seemed to be suffering through the same thing but you always reassured him.
You kind of liked being able to soothe him, being the one to help him sleep through the night. And, it was funny seeing Freddy's annoyed face every night.
Sleep is calling your name once again when the door creaks open, Darla's sweet face popping through. She tiptoes to the bed, accepting the hand you offer to her.
"Is Billy going to be okay?' She whispers, snuggling up to your other side that isn't weighed down by Billy.
You look down at his face, completely relaxed as he starts to snore. It makes you smile.
"Yeah, Darla, I think so. He's Billy."
She mentions going back to bed, but her eyes are drooping shut with every second and she's quickly passed out on your shoulder.
Billy would be okay eventually.
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[Extra]
"Hey, notice how everyone ends up leaving the room once Freddy gets there?" Billy says to you over breakfast.
You laugh. "Yeah, because it's Freddy. He's so weird."
"I'm literally sitting next to you. I can hear what you're saying." Freddy cuts in, rolling his eyes.
You share a look with Billy, an agreement flashing between you. He picks up his plate and grabs yours while you get the cups.
"Didn't realize he was in the room."
"Yup. Gotta go."
"I hate you both!" Freddy calls to your retreating forms.
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Lemme be a little delulu and headcanon impossible things but I know in my gut that Rosa is taking in her household any superhero/vigilante kid who needs at least as big hug and a cup of hot chocolate to feel a little less anxious and more relaxed.
I think that the Shazamily has this 'advantage' that both their parents aren't superheroes. Billy is the one in command mostly and their parents are that, just their parents, not bosses or leaders they gotta follow. Rosa and Victor having nothing to do with the vigilante business is something really important to the storyline of their children being capable of become independent and able to trust them wholeheartedly.
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