#Billy x Angel

[caramelloss]

always an angel, never a god.

always an angel, never a god.

always an angel, never a god.

[supercap2319]

Freddy's eyes glinted with mischief as he looked at Billy and Y/N. "So, Billy? When you transform into Shazam, does Y/N call you 'Daddy?'"Billy's eyes widen, and he quickly glances at Y/N, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He clears his throat awkwardly. "That's a bit personal, don't you think?"

Freddy notices Y/N blushing and smirks, his voice lowering to a playful whisper. "Well, well... It looks like someone's got a little daddy kink, huh Y/N?"

"Shut up, Freddy." Billy said.

"Yeah, Daddy, you tell him." Y/N said.

[angelbarelywrites]

Masterlist!

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first meeting (part 2) kisses! (part 2) sharing a bed (part 2) you’re almost a victim… (part 2) your first time together is…your first time (part 2) let’s get kinky (part 2) y’all accidentally adopt a child (part two)

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tommy gets jealous - thomas hewitt x reader

mine - thomas hewitt x reader (nsfw)

good one - thomas hewitt x reader

The Walking Dead

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birthday (negan)

dating negan

The Boys

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dating billy

[braddocklegacy]

[mrsaltieri-real]

First Love, Familiar Love (Billy Loomis x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: language, smut, oral, (fem receiving) fingering, p in v, creampie, cheating, (kinda) first love, semi-public sex, light dirty talk, pre-established toxic relationship.

A/N: I’m so happy to have (finally) written my first full length Billy Loomis fic! I’ve done a lot of Ethan and a fuck ton of Mickey, how dare I have taken so long to write for the fine as fuck OG! Going to dabble in some poly!Ghostface soon which I’m very excited about but for now, sit back, relax and I hope you enjoy!

@darklylucid I have a feeling your Billy loving self will get a kick outta this for sure ;)

You’d never given much thought to relationships since your last. The thought of never having another first filled you with an undeniable sense of unease. No more first kisses, first date, first fuck, what was the point?

Why commit yourself to a long life of repetition when you could simply carry on having firsts? Especially when you couldn’t have the person you’d already had your firsts with anymore.

Billy was someone you hadn’t paid much attention to, not since the two of you had ended your very brief yet even more intense relationship a few years back.

The two of you were young, stupid and each other's firsts. It wasn’t a healthy relationship by any means, and it ended as such. Even though you knew it was definitely for the best, you knew there was a part of you that didn’t think it was over. Not yet.

He was hot, undoubtedly having grown into himself over the years when you’d stopped paying attention, but he had also grown more serious. He constantly looked like he was deep in thought, gnawing on the tip of his pen in class whilst clearly not paying attention on the few occasions you’d find your eyes drifting over to him, seeing him completely lost in his own mind.

You didn’t run in the same social circle anymore, inside of school or out. Although that being the case, your friend and colleague at the video store, Randy most certainly did.

It never made much sense as to why Randy would hang around with the likes of Billy Loomis. Other than their shared affiliation of horror movies, they seemed to merely tolerate each other, if that. You were met with the angry rambling of what Billy had done that day from Randy, listening to the boy curse about how much of an asshole he was.

How could you possibly begin to forget about Billy when he was brought up practically all of the time?

“If he’s so much of an asshole, stop hanging out with the guy.” You’d suggested after a particularly long rant from Randy about him, mindlessly drumming your fingers on the counter.

Randy scoffed, pulling the red vine he was chewing on out of his mouth before replying, “I’ve been friends with the rest of them for years, I’m not just gonna stop hanging out with them because Billy Loomis is a fucking asshole.”

You rolled your eyes, sarcastically holding up your hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, whatever. You go home and chill the hell out, I’ll close up.”

Randy hopped down from the register, patting you on the shoulder as you said goodbye.

Being here by yourself was always better anyway. You liked to clean and organize, finding order in the never ending chaos, but it never surprised you just how messy the store would get by the time closing rolled around. The popcorn machine Randy had recommended to the manager like an idiot needed a thorough deep cleaning, kernels were scattered everywhere, tapes were placed in the wrong section, some of them somehow seemed to be missing altogether.

Fucking mahem.

You heard the tingling of the bell above the door as it swung open. “Sorry, we’re closed,” you called out, not bothering to look up from your sweeping.

The door clicked closed quietly and you briefly paused before glancing up.

Billy stood leaning against the counter, his fingers drumming lightly against the withered old wood. He was quite clearly relishing in your confused expression as you looked back at him with cautious eyes.

“Hey… Billy.” You said, eyeing him briefly. “Randy’s gone home.”

“Oh, I know. I was waiting for him to leave.” Billy picked up a tape that was laying beside him, flipping it over to read the cover.

Your confusion and curiosity continued to grow, but it turned into annoyance when you realised you’d actually have to continue to talk to him.

“That’s kinda creepy.” You muttered, letting the broom rest against a glass case. “We’re closed.” You said again, pointing at the clock.

He didn’t look at it, his eyes flickering up from the case to favour resting on you instead.

“Are you fucking him?”

You looked at him, eyebrows arching a fraction. “Am I fucking who?”

“Randy.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst through your lips, shaking your head in disbelief as you grabbed the broom again. You’d forgotten the fucking nerve of this guy. “Go home, Billy.”

You heard the clatter of the tape hit the counter as he began to stride toward you. “So, you are?”

“Yeah, I’m not dignifying that with a response.” He stopped about a foot away, his hand resting on the freshly cleaned glass display with all the rare tapes. “Can you, like, not? I just cleaned that.” You sighed, stepping forward to slap his hand away.

He didn’t move as you did so, seeming to find your reaction more funny than anything. “You haven’t changed much.” He commented, bringing his free hand up to swipe some loose hair out of his face.

You ignored his comment, looking up at him and feeling nothing but irritation. “Billy, what do you want, seriously? Because the sooner I clean up here, the sooner I can go home.”

Billy shrugged, drumming his fingers against the glass. “I don’t know, I was walking home, saw Randy leave, noticed you were by yourself. Thought you’d appreciate the company.”

“Mmhm. Sure.” You sighed, moving to step around him and deciding to just act like he wasn’t there. That’s when it hit you, the all too familiar scent of his cologne. It smelled exactly like the one you’d gotten him for his birthday a couple of years back. The smell rekindled the brief yet fond memories you’d had with him and it made your heart skip a beat.

Billy had noticed your pause and his face turned from indifferent to slightly concerned. He said your name, tilting his head down to look at you.

You looked up at him, blinking a few times before shaking your head. “Go home, Billy.” You said again, though your voice wasn’t anywhere near as confident.

“I miss you.”

Those three words made you flinch, your grip on the handle of the broom tightening. You didn’t want him to miss you, you didn’t want him to be thinking about you. Didn’t he have a girlfriend now?

I asked him as much and he half smiled, shaking his head. “Sidney? Nah, I’m seeing her, sure, but it’s not… like that.”

“Oh, so your girlfriend isn’t putting out so you thought you’d pop along and see if I would?” Billy seemed to ignore you, his eyes trailing across your body. You felt your cheeks heat up as he did, those annoyingly magnetic brown eyes felt like they were boring straight into your damn soul.

“No, like I said I was walking home and saw you by yourself.” His smile grew a touch, watching your face for any kind of reaction.

Liar. But why did you find yourself falling for it?

“I’m not fucking Randy.” You said quietly. He finally looked into your eyes, the half smile turning into a grin. “Oh, I know. But I needed to try and start a conversation with you somehow, didn’t I?“

You caught yourself smiling as you shook your head. “Asshole.”

Billy chuckled as he brought up his hand, letting his fingers glide across your cheekbone. “Missed you.” He said again, his voice much softer this time without a hint of teasing.

Why were you falling for this crap? Was it because he was your first? First fucking everything? Probably. But you caught yourself not caring as you leaned into his warm touch, letting the familiarity wash over you entirely.

“Missed you.” You echoed softly.

His smell was intoxicating, familiar. Who cares if you’d hardly spoken to him in years? Who cares that it took you this long to get over him entirely.

His lips touched yours before you finished your train of thought. Comfortable. Familiar. You felt yourself melt into it, your fingers curling around the soft material of his plaid shirt as you pulled yourself closer to him, his thumb still gently grazing your cheek.

Fuck, he’d missed you. How your lips tasted, how your breath would quiver and shake every time he was close to you. He couldn’t remember why he was ever stupid enough to let you go entirely.

Before he and Stu put their plan into motion, he knew he had to do this, he had to be with you at least once more time. Taste you, touch you, feel you. Because once he was “serious” with Sidney, he wouldn’t be able to lead you on like that. Not you, you were always his.

His kiss turned more possessive than gentle, his hands sliding down to your waist and under your shirt, his blunt fingers digging into your soft, bare skin. He felt your breathing hitch against him as he pulled your body impossibly closer to his, letting you feel him hardening against you.

It wasn’t long before he’d picked you up and placed you on the glass, hoisting your skirt around your waist and carefully pulling your baby pink panties down your legs, letting his fingers brush your inner thigh as he did.

“Fuck, look how fucking wet you are for me.” He groaned, sliding his finger between your velvety folds to collect the moisture before he brought it to his lips. You were pathetically oversensitive, your cunt clenching around nothing the moment he touched you.

He liked that, he’d forgotten how needy you were, how much your body reacted to the slightest of advances. He couldn’t help but smile as he continued to tease, fingers grazing your sensitive skin, barely even touching you.

It dawned on you how long it had been since you’d been touched like this, and you craved more.

“Please, Billy.” You whined, beginning to grow uncomfortable with the lack of stimulation.

For once, he didn’t need much prompting.

His mouth latched onto your aching clit, sucking at it hungrily and growing at your familiar taste he’d missed so much. His hands pushed your legs further apart for better access, feeling how you throbbed against his mouth. Your hands automatically fell into his soft hair, biting your bottom lip as you tugged at it, your head falling back.

He’d been good with his mouth before, but he’d definitely gotten better. His skilled tongue flicked over your clit, one of his hands moving from your thigh to plunge two fingers inside of your cunt as he continued to lick and suck.

“Oh!” You groaned out, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled his face impossibly closer to you. He curled up his fingers in response, pressing against the spongy tissue and making your body jerk in response. He knew your body far too well, and had clearly never forgotten how to make you respond to him.

He didn’t want you to cum, not yet. He pulled away all too soon, smiling as he saw the all too familiar mixture of turned on and pissed off gracing your features. He straightened up, his hand moving to grip the base of your hair tightly, making you look up into his brown eyes.

“Do you want it?” He asked, voice smooth and even as ever. All you could do was faintly whisper “yes” in response. That’s all he needed.

Billy didn’t drop his eyes from yours as he smoothly unbuckled his belt, pulling it off and discarding it thoughtlessly, his pants coming down shortly after, but only part way down his ass. He just didn’t want to waste any time.

One of his hands dropped to your waist, the other pumped his cock a few times before nestling the tip at the entrance of your aching cunt. You whined softly, wriggling a little only to be grounded by his large hand before he pushed himself inside of your soaked hole.

You couldn’t help the gasp as he filled you, suddenly feeling deliciously full. Familiarly full. He seemed to feel it too, a soft groan in your ear as he pulled you closer to him by your hips.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this cunt so much.” He sighed into your hair, savouring the feeling of your cunt engulfing him for the first time in years. You were growing more and more impatient, needing movement and friction and he chuckled at you desperate movements from under his grounding hands. “I forgot how impatient you are.”

“Billy, just… Fuck me for God’s sake.” You’d meant for it to come out as an order, but it came out as a plea. He chuckled again, slowly rolling his hips back just to snap the forward again sharply, the sensation making you jolt and sigh into his shoulder.

“So bossy, aren’t you, sweetheart? Some things never change, hm?”

You ignore his teasing voice, your focus entirely surrounding how good his cock made you feel so fucking effortlessly. He hardly even had to try and here you were, already a leaking mess for him.

He held you more securely, one of his hands firmly pressing against the small of your back whilst the other swiftly tucked under your knee, holding your leg more securely around his waist as he fucked you.

He knew your body better than you did, he knew what drove you wild. The kisses he scattered across your neck and down your collarbone drove you insane. The way his fingers would dig into your skin, his breathing in your ear, the filth he was whispering to you…

“Fuck, Billy please don’t stop.” You begged him, pushing yourself down against him greedily, which he thoroughly enjoyed. He continued fucking your on the glass display case as he laughed out, “Think I’m gonna? No fucking way. Been thinking about getting back into this cunt for far too long.”

His words made you moan louder, your fingers clinging to his bicep, nails digging into the toned muscle harshly. He let out something akin to a growl, his own fingers digging into your soft skin hard enough to undoubtedly leave bruises in their wake.

He fucked you in a way you feared only her was able to, slamming into your convulsing pussy vigorously, ruthlessly. Your head fell back, eyes beginning to roll as you felt yourself being dragged closer and closer to the edge. Your clit bumped against him with every thrust, the stimulation only making you feel weaker and weaker. He watched your face, the look of pure ecstasy only making him more and more desperate to cum. No way he was about to pull out.

“Billy… Close…” You managed to utter out. In the past, that was his cue to prepare to pull out. But right now? Fuck that. He held you tighter, his fingers sliding from your hip to your clit to drag circles across it, feeling your cunt tense around him as he did.

“Do it.” He said, his own voice a little breathless.

You couldn’t think, could only focus on how fucking good he was making you feel. Your body stuff ended for a second before you came on his cock, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as you heard him let out a loud groan and a second later, his hot cum filling up your still convulsing pussy. But you didn’t care. Your body remained flush against his for a couple of seconds, soaking in the feeling of his cum filling you up so deliciously.

He gradually softened, pulling himself out of your stuffed cunt and casually pulling his pants back up before grabbing his belt.

You remained sitting on the glass case, Billy’s spunk mixed with your own wetness leaking out of you and making a mess of the glass. He couldn’t help but smile, shrugging once.

“Well, shit, you’ve got more of a cleanup to do now, my bad.”

You rolled your eyes at him, waiting for your thighs to stop trembling before jumping down from the display case and grabbing your panties, about to pull them back on before they were snatched out of your hand.

“What are you-“

“I think I should keep them. As a memento, you know?” He interrupted, the stupid smile that got you back into this situation illuminating his pretty face.

“Oh, right. Forgot how much you like to steal my underwear. Weirdo.” You muttered, squirming a little at the feeling of Billy’s cum leaking out of you onto your inner thighs.

Billy watched you squirm for a moment, the smile never faltering. “Mm. You know, I wish I’d cum inside you before. I like seeing you like this.”

You scoffed at him, shaking your head. “I have to clean up.” You said pointedly.

Billy raised an eyebrow a fraction, eyes flickering down toward your stained thighs.

“You’re telling me.”

[geminibsworld]

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[yumeaoka-chan]

A Sure Thing

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Reader/ Demon! Hobie x Angel! Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Tags: fluff, family time, fighting (just sparring), cursing, badass R(in a sense), title based off of Sure Thing by Miguel, teenage! Billie & Ramona, lovesick hobie, lovesick r, (your friends being disgustingly cute), R is AFAB, no physical description of R (besides clothing), nephalem! children

Summary: You come home to find Hobie and Ramona sparring, because of course they would be.

A/N: So... suprise? Another part to the au, I guess😭🤚 Along the lines of an epilogue. Billie, Ramona, and third child belong to @the-kr8tor 💕💕 I just came up with the son's name.

Part 1 <<< Part 5

Sweat beads at his brow, his chest heaving as he reaches over his desk for his phone. A scowl on his face when he can't quite seem to grab the blasted thing, breath growing heavier the more seconds that tick by. Where was his good for nothing secretary when he needed her?

“The stupid bitch”, the man spits as he loosens his tie, sweat dampening his crisp black suit. He blinks as his vision suddenly swims, colors bleeding together into a blurry mass of light. The man gasps, hair slipping into his eyes and chest aching. The room seems to tilt on its axis and he feels hot, too hot, too cramped. He wants to peel his skin, scratch the itch that has settled on his bones.

Then, like magic, the sensations are gone. Like water has doused the flames. The ache in his chest still lingers and with a shaky hand, he pushes back his hair, gaze stuck on the ceiling. When had he looked up? And had the lights always been off? Shaking his head free of the thought, the man wipes the sweat from his brow. That had been… strange. Perhaps he should go to the hospital, especially since it felt like his legs were glued to the floor, his butt melded into the luxurious office chair. Blinking slowly, he lets his eyes drift back down towards the door of his office, only to startle at the woman standing in front of him. Eyes skimming the figure before him, he sneers and scrunches his nose up in disgust.

“What the hell are you doing here? Security knows better than to let filth in here!” The man barks angrily, lifting his hand up to shoo the woman towards the door. Only to feel a sharp pain overcome his entire body at the motion, like needles pricking his skin and alighting his nerves. His eyes flutter before he fixes his glare at the sound of soft laughter.

“Security couldn't stop me if they tried, Mr. George Barnaby Miller”, you say softly with a chuckle, fiddling with a loose strand of fabric on your jacket. You sweep your gaze over to the stocky man behind the grand desk, movements calm and almost carefree as you slowly saunter closer towards him. A haughty man on his throne. You scoff and shake your head as an amused smile flits across your face. Where oh where have you seen that before…? Miller furrows his eyebrows at you, scowl painted on his thin lips.

“You know my name…? Never mind that”, the man huffs, hands shaky as he pulls at his collar. He clears his throat and taps a finger on his desk, demanding your attention. And with amusement sparkling in your eyes, you give it to him. “Take me to a hospital, stat. Get me there fast enough and I'll make it worth your while. Also, you'll address me as Mr. Miller, brat.”

“Hm. How about… no?” Miller narrows his eyes at your words, fire lurking beneath the depths and threatening to burn you. You aren't fazed by the flames.

“No…? You don't get to tell me no, you useless wretch. Get me there at once!”

“Why would I bring an already dead man to the hospital”, you question with a laugh, snorting at the blank look he gives you. Disbelief colors his gaze and he sneers, shaking his head and pounding a fist on the desk. It doesn't rattle, which seems to get his attention. The air is almost stale, like time has all but ceased at this moment. The man swallows a lump that forms in his throat before giving a haughty smirk, leaning back in his chair.

“Threatening me will do you no good here. Do you even know who I am, trash?”

“I do, actually! Born March 26th, 1925, father died when you were young. Hm, let me just…” With a flick of your wrist, tiny glittering gray clouds materialize into existence, littering the air around the two of you. They swirl and shine and flicker, until a sudden flash of bright light reveals the moving pictures hidden within. You can hear Miller's breath hitch at the sight, see as a hint of trepidation begins to flicker in his eyes. A smile on your lips, you stuff your hands in the pockets of your jacket and sit up top the very edge of his desk. Before he can protest, you jerk your head towards a specific gray cloud.

“Pretty, isn't it? Know what these are, Miller? They're memories. Moments in time, your time.” You mumble as you both peer at a shimmering gray cloud. The moving image inside shows a young boy cackling as he steals from poor beggars on the street, spitting in their faces before running off. The image flickers before showing the boy slapping and demanding money from a tired looking woman. She hands the boy cash with tears in her eyes

“You've always liked money and shiny things. Didn't seem to care who you were taking it from, just as long as it ended in your pockets.” You mused as you idly scratched at your neck, noting how the man behind you is silent as he watches the scene unfold. With a shrug, you nod your head at a different cloud, the flickering scene showing the same woman from before. Only now, she's bowing her head and seemingly spewing apologies towards a fuming couple. The couple have their arms wrapped around a heavily pregnant girl, who could be no older than fifteen. They're shouting as they point at the boy from before, who's older now and smirking with his hands behind his head.

“Poor girl. Got her pregnant and kept denying the baby was yours. Gotta say, nothing has changed about that.” You mumble as the scene flickers to a new one, showing the older boy now wooing another girl as the pregnant girl from before weeps at his feet. This was only making your job easier. You motion to yet another gray cloud and the two of you watch another memory. This goes on and on for what Miller thinks is hours, all the scenes portraying everything he'd ever done in his lifetime. When the clouds poof away in a shimmer of tiny sparkles, he glares at you with his jaw clenched, nostrils flared in barely restrained anger.

“What the hell do you want from me…?” That makes you scoff loudly, shaking your head as you move off of his desk and stand in front of him once more.

“You don't get it, do you Miller…? All those memories we've just sat here and watched, moments of you being nothing but a dick to people… That was your life. That's how you'll be remembered. All the pain you caused, all the lives you ruined. You abused people, your wife, your children. Discarded those who didn't fit into your perfect ideal vision like the children you had from numerous affairs. Stole from the poor, ravaged the needy. That's all they'll see when they think of you.” He laughs, a deep guffaw that comes from the belly as he slaps a hand on the desk. Like your speech just tickled him. With a sigh, you look at him with exasperation as you wait for him to finish. It takes several more moments before he finally quiets down, chuckles leaving his lips as he wipes at his tears.

“Gotta admit… That was a good one. You act as if I should care, as if my heart should bleed for those pathetic sacks of shit. Life has no room for scum like that. They should be thanking me.” Miller spits out, words a hiss of venom for all those people he trampled upon. “I taught them that only elites like me belong in this world, that they should apologize for even being born. No matter how they remember me, it'll never take away from the fact that they should have never been placed on this damn planet to begin with. They'll remember their place in this world, thanks to me!” You just stare at him, silence all you can muster for several heartbeats as he heaves from the drivel he'd uttered. With a sharp inhale, you nod your head, removing your hands from your pockets.

“Okay…”, you breathe softly, standing up straighter as you step back from the desk a bit. “That was your chance at redemption, at repentance, and you squandered it. You won't be mourned…” Angry veins threaten to pop out of his forehead as he gives you a nasty look, eyes wide and teeth bared with fury that makes his entire body shake. He points a thick, manicured finger adorned with several rings at you, hand shaking and twitching with the painful spasms that seemed to wrack his body. The guilty always did like to snap their teeth when it was unnecessary, especially if they knew that deep down, they were in the wrong.

“Know your damn place! Who the fuck are you to judge me, you filthy quim?!” The man's heavy breathing is all that can be heard in the silence of the office, the air now growing colder and thicker. As he wiped at the sweat that was starting to drip down his temples again, he could feel his temper dissipating slowly. You remained staring at him, unblinking and the slight shine to your eyes fading, like the warmth of your gaze was growing colder. There's something stirring around you, something sparking like static. Like a dangerous current of energy. Miller can see it, feels his breathing grow heavier with slight trepidation. Trepidation that slowly shifts into fear at the way the lights in the room start to flicker.

You tilt your head at him and the very ground starts to shake. The eerie look in your eyes grows all the more frigid as they start to glow a bright white, peering deep into what he feels like is his very soul. Papers and supplies suddenly shoot up into the air, whirling and spinning about the two like a raging tornado. The lights flicker sporadically, the violent winds rustling his clothes and whipping him in the face as he gazes up at you in horror. There, erupting from your back and spreading out wide behind you are a pair of glorious wings, casting a large ominous shadow about the room. The feathers gleam and glitter, shifting from pristine white to pitch black with every movement as you lift up into the air. Divine, radiant energy crackles around you, around your very fingertips as you point a finger directly at the shivering dead. Fear grips its icy claws into Miller's non beating heart and refuses to release him as you speak, your voice seeming to rattle his very bones, thundering in his ears like the most vicious of storms.

“I am peace. I am agony. I am light. I am darkness. I am protector. I am avenger. The Heaven's bell ringer. The Hells’ caterer. The Angel who hath fallen from grace. The Angel who hath conquered her fall. The Heavens and Hells demand judgment for thee and judgment I shall bestow.”

Just as his trembling lips begin to part, hastily trying to plead for mercy, a crackling bolt of energy erupts from the tip of your finger. His screams echo in your ears as his soul writhes and twitches, shrinking down, down, down. Until it is but a glowing orb floating listlessly above the desk. The howling wind slowly subsides, the papers and office supplies clattering onto the floor around you. You flutter back down to the floor, stumbling as you land on your feet. Groaning, you place a hand against your head and shake away the lingering glow of your eyes. One day, you'd get used to this part of the job. Hopefully.

Sighing, you beckon the floating red orb towards you with a flick of your finger, tucking it into your pocket once it glided into your palm. The sound of clapping makes you jump, your head whipping around towards the source. Serenity giggles at you as she nears you, hands on her hips as she nods her head.

“Doesn't matter how many times I see it, you're always so bloody terrifying. It's a good look, babes”, she hums as she links her arm with yours. You roll your eyes and shake your head, a smile flitting across your face despite yourself.

“I suppose. I wonder if it'd have the same effectiveness if I was actually in control of that part of the job.” You mumble as you feel a ghost of a hand on your shoulder, patting it in what you're sure was thanks. The Almighty. After giving you your wings back after killing Osborn, the entity had bestowed you with a new title befitting your new sense of self. Not just an Angel but nowhere near a demon. More so, you were the bridge between the Heavens and Hells, delivering judgment to those whose vile acts have threatened the lives of more than just a handful of people. An amazing job that you did with pride and great care, fairly judging the souls that were required of you. The only downside to the whole thing was that you couldn't control when you gave the whole spiel you did earlier. As long as it terrified your targets into knowing the severity of their actions, it didn't bother you.

“Oh, trust. You don't need a speech to be terrifying”, Reni says with a playful scoff, making you chuckle as you open a portal to your home. It then struck you that Serenity was here. On Earth. With a gasp, you turn and look at her with wide eyes.

“Now that I'm thinking about it, why the hell are you here? You shouldn't be out and about like this right now. How did you even get Ned to let you leave the Hells?” She groans and rolls her eyes, patting her pregnant belly with a sigh.

“I had to sneak out. I was feeling cramped! And nobody does funnel cake better than the humans, okay?” Serenity says with a sheepish smile, poking your cheek when you frown at her. “Neddy was fussing over me too much and I needed a break. Not that I don't like when he's clingy. The baby wanted earth food so she gets earth food, dammit! I'm a fully grown succubus, I think I can handle a trip while pregnant.”

“Ned is probably losing his shit right now”, you sigh heavily as you tug your friend along with you into the portal. “He gets a little dumb when it comes to you. Imagine how he's gonna act when he sees you missing.” Reni just groans and stomps her feet as she trails behind you, knowing that you were right. It makes you giggle.

You feel the weight of your day lifting off of your shoulders as you both emerge from the portal, the sight of your home filling you with warmth. A smile flits across your face as you both walk towards the cottage, heart soaring at the sight of your little Aiden running towards you.

Reni lets go of you so that you can open your arms wide, letting out a small oof when the eight year old collides into you. A chuckle leaves your lips and you pull him closer, fingers softly pushing the locs over his eyes away from his face. Aiden smiles up at you with gleaming eyes, dopey and lopsided just like his father. It always astounded you just how much he looked like Hobie, to the point he could be considered his mini me. At least he had your eyes.

“Welcome home, Mummy”, he says sweetly, beaming up at you in the most adorable way that your heart aches. Cupping his face in your hands, you press a loving kiss to his forehead and nuzzle your nose against his.

“I'm home, my darling. What have you been up to today while I was gone”, you coo softly as you lean back a bit to look at him properly. His nose twitches before he gives you an endearing look. Uh oh. A tell-tale sign that he was about to lie. You release him with a raised eyebrow, hands on your hips as you wait for his little story. Aiden chuckles softly and clasps his hands behind his back, black wings drooping behind him a bit.

“W-Well…! I, uh… I paid attention durin’ class today! Mr. O'Hara said I was good! And then, uh… I-I came home and did my homework. Honest!” His cute little smile almost makes you forget that he's lying straight through his teeth. You hum before glancing down at his shirt, noting the dirt caked onto his sleeve. Oh, of course.

“Aiden Lokius Brown, answer me truthfully. You and your sisters have been sparring with your father again, haven't you?” He shakes his head furiously, nose twitching all the while. You suppose that one day he'll get a handle on that. Just as he goes to open his mouth to deny your claims, an arm wraps around your shoulders. A deep chuckle sounds in your ears and you turn to see Hobie beaming down at you. His golden eyes sparkle and his locs spill over his shoulder as he peers at you, a knowing grin on his face.

“Wha’ is all this ‘bout sparrin’, huh? Aiden and I've been doin’ nothin’ but homework. Right, terror?” He drawls as he looks down at a slightly shocked Aiden, who quickly pulls his facial expression together before giving you a shaky smile. The sight makes you narrow your eyes and you gaze back up at Hobie with a knowing smirk, the demon before you visibly sweating under your scrutiny. After a beat of silence, you lean away from him and fold your arms.

“Come on, Billie. Jig is up”, you hum softly, biting back the grin as ‘Hobie’ groans with defeat. A shimmer of dark purple light flickers around him, before the form of your demon melts away, revealing your pouting sixteen year old. She huffs and folds her arms as she looks at you, brown wings drooping a bit in disappointment at being found out. Her clothes are mussed, dirt cakes her cheeks, and her hair has leaves sticking out of it.

“How'd you know it was me? Thought my Dad impression was spot on.” Billie grumbles, scrunching up her nose as you rub some of the dirt off of her face. A chuckle leaves your lips as you playfully yank at one of her curls.

“You and your brother should have planned this out a bit more. Besides, you forgot to add our birthstones that he wears in his hair and his necklace”, you say as you show off your ruby one that matched his sapphire one. Billie just pouts and kicks up dust with her feet before letting out a loud sigh.

“Okay, fine. We were sparring with Dad, though he only wrestled with Aiden. He and Mona are going at it right now.” You just close your eyes at her words before shaking your head and heading to the backyard, your children trailing behind you. The sounds of a scuffle grow louder the closer you get, eyes wide at the scene that greets you.

The flowers you'd planted were all but scorched, lingering purple flames burning the grass beneath it. The very earth looked as though it had been cracked open by an earthquake, the pergola now sitting lopsided. The large oak tree that you and Hobie both adored was now split in half straight down the middle. And there Hobie was, too busy sparring with his daughter to notice the state of everything. The chaos of it all just makes you sigh and you hear Reni’s voice coming up beside you, turning to see Riri at her side as well. The cambion shakes her head and grins as she points at the two, gently nudging your side with her elbow.

“Ramona’s lasted longer than the other two. Wonder if she'll finally beat him this time”, Riri says with an excited gleam in her eyes. You shoot her a glare and huff.

“Ri, you know I don't want them doing this. Look at this mess!”

“If it's any consolation, it doesn't look half as bad as last time”, Reni whispers softly, a sympathetic look on her face as she pats your back. Her hand stills suddenly and you glance at her in confusion before biting back the amused giggle from leaving your lips. Standing a few feet away is Ned, newly finished knitted blanket for the baby clutched in his hands and a frown on his trembling lips as he meets eyes with Serenity. He's quick to march over, the crow demon very clearly upset at the fact that his girl had up and disappeared on him. You watch with a barely contained grin as Reni gives him a sheepish, apologetic smile before gaping at him in shock. Unshed tears shine in his red rimmed eyes as he looks down at her, face slightly red as though he'd been crying. Poor guy. Ned sniffles before folding his arms, the blanket he made still clutched in his hands.

“Go on. Tell me where you were.” He huffs and Serenity all but caves at the sight of him, hands cupping his cheeks as she leans up to press a kiss on his lips. Riri groans beside you at the sight but refrains from booing them, clearly seeing how upset Ned is.

“I'm sorry, Neddy bear. The baby was making me crave funnel cake and I was feeling really cramped at home. I should've told you, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd be this upset about it, honest!”

“Course I was! You're pregnant, babe! This is our first ever child and I don't want you to strain yourself.” Ned sighs before wrapping his arms around her in a hug. “If you want to get out sometimes, then just tell me. I can always walk with you or have someone else go with you, okay? Promise not to sneak out anymore? It's not good for my heart.”

“Aw. I promise, love.” Serenity coos before kissing him, Riri now officially starting to boo them. Ned flips her off, which makes you laugh. Some things never change. Taking a deep breath, the crow demon gazes around at his surroundings with wide eyes.

“Oh, shit. Wha’ happened here?” A groan leaves you as you're suddenly reminded of the chaos. The cambion besides you snorts at your friend's words.

“Took you long enough, Neddy boy.” You chose not to dwell on the thought of repairs and shift your gaze to observe the fight closely. It looks as though the long sparring session was about to come to an end, Ramona panting heavily as sweat dripped down her forehead. Hobie smirks at his daughter and tilts his head, voice taunting as he speaks.

“Come now, Mayhem. That all you got? Thought you said you was gonna make me eat dirt, huh?” He snickers before beckoning the panting teen closer. Mona grits her teeth, eyes glowing a deep blue and dark brown wings puffing up with growing irritation. Energy crackles around her then, sharp and scorching, almost like lightning. Then, she suddenly disappears in a shimmer of blue smoke, the wispy clouds dissipating into the air. Ramona appears in front of him in a shimmering puff of smoke then, quick as lightning as she kicks him in the chest. Hobie grunts before moving to grip her leg, only for his fist to close around nothing. She's behind him, aiming another kick to his back. Just as he turns around, Mona has appeared at his right, smoke billowing in her hair. She lands quick harsh jabs and kicks, moving so fast that it's hard for any of you to really keep up. Blue smoke trails after her with every new spot she teleports to.

“Go, Mona, go!” Billie cheers and Aiden jumps excitedly beside her, the two overjoyed to see their father actually getting stumped for once. Hobie chuckles, shocked and proud that he's being forced to defend himself before clicking his tongue.

“As amazin’ as this is, Mac”, he grunts before shooting out a hand to grab Ramona by the collar of her jacket right as she appears in front of him. Her eyes widen and she yelps as he suddenly flips her over his shoulder, the two tumbling onto the burnt remains of the grass below. Landing on her back with a groan, she glares up at her smirking father, slapping at his arm firmly pressed against her shoulder. Hobie chuckles and tilts his head down at where he has her pinned, his victory clear. “Not really good to be predictable, innit.”

“Ugh. One of these days, ‘M gonna win.” Ramona huffs, chest heaving and the blue glow of her eyes fizzling out. Aiden and Billie boo at Hobie as he helps her up, patting her head affectionately. Which earns him a pout and a slap on his hand.

“I look forward to seein’ it, Mon. Now, I've got to see to snoggin’ your mum.” A loud guffaw leaves you at his words and you gape at him incredulously while he jogs over to you, your children and Riri giving him a collective number of boos which does nothing but make him laugh and wiggle his eyebrows at them. You can see your reflection in his golden gaze when he's finally close enough, eyes warm and glittering with affection. Dark flawless skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat and piercings glinting in the sunlight, you have to reign in the way your eyes dare to stray lower down the opening of his loose white cotton shirt. His hair spills over his shoulder, crystals in his hair clinking together softly.

Hobie smiles down at you and places his hands on your hips, fingers looping in your belt loops and tugging you closer to him. The action alone makes your breath hitch and the way he looks down at you through his long lashes is enough to make you almost swoon. You reel yourself in, however, crossing your arms and giving him a pointed look. It makes him pause, stopping himself from leaning further down and raising an eyebrow in question at the look on your face.

“Wha's the matter, lovie?” Hobie asks curiously, fingers fiddling with your belt loops still. Narrowing your eyes and letting out a huff, you sweep out an arm to gesture to the ruins of your backyard. Gold eyes sweeping to survey the damage, he winces slightly, lips turning up into a sheepish, apologetic grin.

“O-Oh… We got carried away, huh…?” Hobie chuckles softly, biting at his bottom lip and batting his lashes down at you.

“Don't try getting cute with me. Look at this! I thought I told you I didn't want you sparring with the kids. What if someone got hurt?” The words make your demon scoff, shaking his head as he leans in closer to you, cool breath fanning your heated cheeks. You could tell what he was trying to do and part of you was certain you could resist him. A very small part, though.

“You know I'd never harm my monsters, yeah? Nothin’ happened, love. Nobody got hurt, promise”, Hobie mumbles as one of his hands move to tenderly grip your chin, lifting your face up closer to his, lips just inches from your own. The tip of his nose brushes lightly against yours and you smile up at him so sweetly, so tenderly, your hands moving to wrap around his waist, fingers drawing little patterns on his sides. Your eyes flutter as he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, your forehead, your nose. As he peppers little kisses on your skin while trying to work you into letting him fully kiss you properly, your fingers trail lightly up his side. Brushing them along his chest, you gently poked right at the space his ribs would be, smirking up at him knowingly when he inhales sharply.

“Nobody got hurt, huh…?” You whisper softly before leaning back to gaze up at him with a raised eyebrow. Hobie lets out a huff of a laugh at being found out before shrugging.

“She got me good, wha’ can I say?” You scoff and roll your eyes.

“They're all getting stronger, Hobes. One of these days, they're gonna give you bruises”, you mumble as you gaze up at him.

“That just means I've gotten sloppy”, he says with a cheeky grin that irks you, a little annoyed that he's still joking about the fighting. Pursing your lips, you pull away from his embrace and fold your arms. Hobie lets out a confused hum, quick to loop his fingers back into your belt loops and gently tugging to pull you back to him. You don't budge, shooting him a glare.

“Nope. You lost kissing privileges.” Hobie's gold eyes widen slightly before a pout forms on his lips, fingers tugging you closer still. He leans down to rest his chin on your shoulder, hands slowly trailing up your hips to your waist and thumbs rubbing tender patterns on your sides. His voice is a low whisper, a whiny mumble that makes your heart ache and your slight resolve to punish him falter.

“I really can't get any smooches? ‘M really sorry, lovie. Gimme a kiss, please?” And now he was asking politely? The stern expression on your face was breaking and you shiver as you feel his lips press tenderly against your neck, piercing cold against your flesh. Hobie's kisses move up higher towards your jaw, as soft as silk and enough to send your heart thundering in your chest.

“Let me kiss you, angel, please? My pretty, pretty, angel”, he murmurs between kisses, effectively melting your heart and shattering your resolve. You sigh and gaze up at him with dreamy eyes as he pulls back to look down at you properly, one of his hands guiding yours to rest on his chest while the other gently cups your cheek. You can feel the fluttering of his heart beneath your palm and Hobie gives you such a dazzling smile full of warmth and adoration that you swoon. His lips press against yours then, soft and sweet and making your heart soar into the clouds. Your eyes flutter shut and you lean into him more, never able to get enough of him it seems. His pounding heart beneath your fingers makes your brain short circuit and the breathy chuckle he gives against your lips makes you weak in the knees.

“Am I forgiven”, Hobie mumbles against your lips, voice deep and low and like the smoothest of chocolates. Damn him for being so utterly perfect, for making a home for himself in your heart and soul. And when he looks down at you with sparkling golden pools of devotion to you and only you, you're reminded of just how much of a goner you are. You softly nod your head, leaning in for another kiss and melting at the pleased hum that escapes him.

“One of these days, I'll stop giving in to you so easily.” You whisper, which makes him chuckle and adorn you with more affection. Only for you both to yelp at the cold splash of water hitting you both. Eyes wide with disbelief and now dripping wet, you both whip your head towards the direction it had come from before glaring at your twin daughters. Billie and Ramona are quick to shake their heads and point over to a sheepish looking Aiden holding a water balloon in his hands.

“Terror…” Hobie warns as he shakes his head free of water, narrowing his eyes at his son who drops the balloon on the ground and holds up his hands pleadingly.

“Wait, wait! Auntie Ri told me to do it!” Aiden cries while pointing to Riri, who gives him an incredulous look.

“You little snitch!” That was all Hobie needed before he bolted towards them, both Riri and your son screaming and running away from the soaked demon King who was hot on their heels. The sight sends you keeling over with laughter, tears escaping your eyes and chortles leaving your lips as you grip your stomach. You'd never tire of moments like these. Not when you finally have an eternity to make more of them.

[thegr33nc0met]

Masterlist

♥︎Scream

♥︎Slashers

♥︎Gotham

♥︎Star Trek

♥︎The Boys (TV 2019)

♥︎Gen V (TV 2023)

♥︎Peacemaker

♥︎Stranger Things

♥︎Our Flag Means Death

♥︎Avatar

♥︎Wednesday

♥︎Goosebumps (TV 2023)

♥︎Scott Pilgrim Takes Off/Vs The World

♥︎Hellaverse

♥︎Percy Jackson (TV 2024)

♥︎Dead Boy Detectives (TV 2024)

♥︎The Sandman (TV 2022)

♥︎Monarch: Legacy of Monsters

♥︎The Amazing Digital Circus

[sycamorelibrary754]

Guardian Angel

Chapter 1 : A Helping Hand

Guardian Angel Masterlist

Summary: It took time, patience, and an intense personal as well as public effort for Wanda to be welcomed back into the Avengers after the Westview events. However, deep down, she didn't believe that she deserved to be accepted back. Billy and Tommy, somehow, managed to survive the destruction of the Hex. Now, Wanda's primary focus is rebuilding her life with her beloved sons. One Monday morning, when she went out for a simple coffee date with Natasha, she met you. You were the unexpected surprise that she didn't see coming, but maybe it's a positive kind of surprise.

Warnings: Mentions of injury

Word Count: 928

“Blonde Vanilla Latte!”

As you approached the counter to grab your steaming hot coffee, you couldn't help but feel the mundanity of your Monday morning routine. You adjusted your navy blue coat and pulled your beanie down over your ears, bracing yourself for the chilly air outside. Just as you were about to take your first sip, two young boys came barrelling towards you, completely out of control. Before you could react, they collided with you, sending you stumbling backward. Your right ankle twisted painfully, and you lost your balance and hit floor of the café with a thud.

"Oh man, we're sorry! Are you okay?" they exclaimed.

A young, redheaded woman rushes up behind them. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry. Tommy, Billy, what have I said about running in public places? Let me help you." she rambled

As you look up, you catch a glimpse of her, and you can’t help but be captivated by her beauty. Her radiance shines through her big, emerald green eyes, and you feel lost in their depth. You're momentarily stunned, unable to take your eyes off her, until you notice her extending her delicate hand towards you, offering to help you get back on your feet.

“Thank you,” you finally said as you grabbed her hand and slowly rose. 

With a sudden jolt of pain, you blurt out, "Ouch!" while losing your balance and falling back on your butt.

“Oh! You’re hurt. Please, let me call an ambulance.”

Embarrassed, you said, "Oh no, it's okay. I live just a few doors down. I can make it."

“Please, allow me to assist you in getting home. I insist.”

Oh, um, okay," you said hesitantly. "What about your kids?

They will be okay with my friend," she said, pointing towards another redhead with a French braid who was sitting at a nearby table. The friend wore a gray pullover sweater, black jeans, and combat boots. She gave a finger-wiggly wave and a smile, watching the whole situation unfold like an interested spectator.

"I'm Wanda," said the beautiful woman as she gently helped you up again.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” 

"Hey, boys, you two stay with Auntie Nat. I'll be back before you know it." You leaned on Wanda for support as you exited the bustling cafe, wincing with each step.

Wanda asked, "Where do you live?" Her red hair came alive in the gentle autumn breeze.

As you pointed to the right, you began limping down the sidewalk with Wanda by your side. You didn't like being the center of attention, so you averted your eyes as pedestrians looked your way. You both looked like you were running a slow three-legged race. Nevertheless, Wanda seemed perfectly comfortable helping you. She supported your right side perfectly with each painful step.

You felt relieved when you finally limped into the lobby of your building. As you stepped into the elevator, you couldn't help but notice how nice she smelled: a mixture of vanilla and orange blossom, endlessly sweet and wonderfully comforting. However, you were abruptly returned to reality when the elevator dinged on your floor.

As you both made your way down the hallway, you felt an uncomfortable tension building up inside you. With each step, you grew more aware of Wanda's presence by your side, and a part of you wished you could disappear. Eventually, you reached your apartment door, marked with a faded number 19. You gently removed your arm from Wanda's shoulder, feeling a twinge of pain in your leg as you shifted your weight. You reached into your pocket for your keys, and your hand closed around the cold metal. As you struggled to find the right key, you could feel Wanda's eyes on you, watching your every move. Finally, you found the key and inserted it into the lock, careful not to make any mistakes. You turned the key and pushed open the door, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.

As Wanda helped you to the couch, you expressed gratitude, "Thank you for your help, Wanda. I appreciate it."

“Are you kidding? It's the least I can do. I'm so sorry that my boys injured you," she said, hiding her face in her hands. "I've warned them many times about the dangers of running in public places. Is there anyone I can call for you? I feel awful leaving you here alone.”

“No, it's fine. I probably just twisted it,” you said as you carefully removed your shoe and sock, revealing deep purple bruises that had already spread across your ankle. “Or maybe not.”

“Let me get you some ice for that,” she said, biting her lower lip in concern.

Wanda walked to your fridge like she had been in your home before, returning moments later with a bag of ice and a towel. Sitting down next to you, you take in her elegant profile. Wanda placed the ice carefully on your ankle and gently wrapped it with a towel. The adrenaline started to wear off, and you grimaced when the ice came in contact with your bare skin. You can’t help but stare as she worked. 

After Wanda deftly wrapped your ankle, she placed her gentle palms on the ice pack to ensure it was snugly in place. Remarkably, an unexpected feeling of tranquility enveloped you, and you felt the sharp pain in your ankle gradually fading. Strange, you thought. 

"Thank you," you said in a gentle tone.

Wanda stood up and replied, "You're welcome. You should see a doctor and stay off that ankle for a few days at least. Alternate between ice and heat if you can. " Guilt was swimming in her eyes.

As Wanda approached the door, she couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving you all alone. "I should get back to the boys. Again, I'm so sorry," she whispered apologetically. Just as her hand touched the cool metal of the doorknob, she turned back to face you and flashed a smile that could have quickly thawed the ice wrapped around your ankle. "It was great meeting you, even under these unfortunate circumstances," she said with genuine warmth.

"It was great meeting you, too. I'm glad your sons introduced themselves," you said with a smile.

“Bye, y/n…”

“Bye, Wanda.”

As you watched her leave, you were bewildered and unsure of what had happened.

*Chapter 2 coming soon*

[nicodwhw]

i can be ur angel (😇) or ur demom (😈)

[sammysbrokenheart]

Hey Angel ♡

Summary: Maya is your guardian angel. She helps you and she guides you until she can't. At the end of the day this is your life and she's just a guide.

(fanfiction, little angsty, a little sad, winners love winning)

Maya stared down at you from her cloud. She is your guardian angel believe it or not and she's sick and tired of your nonsense by now.

You have never made her job an easy one, it's been like this since you were born. A sweet baby girl, spoiled rotten by every family member. Everything in your life has been handed to you and the more Maya tells you to be grateful and hardworking, the more you stuff cotton in your ears.

Maya loves you regardless otherwise she wouldn't have stuck by your side all 21 years of your life on earth. She helped you through everything and that was what you appreciated about her. She had such a loving, hands on approach to her job, she was a true guide even when you didn't want to listen.

"Y/N I cannot help you with this," Maya said to you.

Your cheeks were wet with tears and your chest was tight.

"Maya you always help me. W-Why now?" you said in a panic when you realized that she was serious.

"Y/N this is not like picking a dress or what flavor boba you should drink, this is your life. This is serious no one can help you with this-"

"No, YOU can help me Maya you just WON'T help me."

You sank down onto the floor. Your chest still felt tight. It is hard to make things make sense when you have never in your life had to power through anything. Fight for anything. Work for anything. Everything has been easy for you, you never had to lift a finger, but at the same time you never had the option of doing things that you actually wanted to do. You've always been okay with this arrangement until now...

"If you love Billie then, then that's your answer, isn't it?" Maya said sitting in front of you. In that moment she wished she could hold your hand or hug you.

"Choosing her means losing everything... My family" you whisper, "Choosing her also means leaving behind everything and I mean, fuck, can I do that?"

"I don't know, but I do know how happy she makes you my love," Maya says softly.

"On the other hand choosing my family means... never being happy..."

"Hey angel, you got this, " Maya said.

Suddenly Maya could feel the pull starting. Angels are only allowed to spend a limited time on earth to ensure that they give their humans space and not interfere too much. Before Maya could say anything else she was back on her cloud looking down at Y/N crying on her bedroom floor.

You understood the angel rules by now and the pull was never a problem until now. You needed Maya more than ever even though you are aware that she is on her cloud looking at you.

Maya waited in anticipation. She could tell that you were still conflicted and scared. Maya has been observing you and Billie's romance from the day you met at Claudia's birthday up until this moment where Billie asked you to marry her and you have to give her an answer.

Maya heard your doorbell ring and saw you slowly stand up and make your way to the front door of your apartment. Today was the day that you had to give Billie an answer. Maya watched you take a deep breath and subconsciously she took one as well. She crossed her fingers tightly hoping that you choose your own happiness for once.

[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Reader Idea’s For You! (part 2)

~Freddy Freeman And Billy Batson~

~Y/N~

Plot For These Idea’s: Shazam! (The first movie) or…Shazam! Fury Of The Gods (The second movie)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Female!Micheal Myers!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Harley Quinn!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Egyptian Goddess!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Female!Sonic!Reader (your not a hedgehog you just have Sonic’s powers…Sonic from Sonic the Hedgehog movie)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X The Monstrosity!Reader (your the smile entity from smile 2022)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Cruella!Reader (inspired by Cruella 2021 version)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Enchantress!Reader (enchantress from Suicide Squad)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Maleficent!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Ahmanet!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Agatha Harkness!Reader (your Agatha Harkness from Wanda vision)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Captain Marvel!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Female!Deadpool!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Female!Ink Bendy!Reader (your ink bendy from bendy and the ink machine but female version)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Jennifer Check!Reader (your Jennifer check from Jennifer’s body)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Wednesday!Reader (Jenna Ortega inspired)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Scarlet Witch!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Dying!Reader (instead of Billy sacrificing himself to defeat calypso…it was you…)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Blind!Mute!Reader (your 100% blind and mute…as for your blindness it’s not a normal blind a toph beifong kind of blind)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Dimitrescu!Reader (your lady Dimitrescu basically)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Controlled!Reader (instead of Freddy getting controlled by calypso to say the champions names…it was you…and it was very very painful)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Female!Doctor Strange!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Sapphire Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but dark blue)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Female!Alastor!Reader (your Alastor from hazbin hotel…but female version, you have a human disguise so you blend in to look human when your really not…the only thing that sticks out is your wide grin)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Veronica Mayday!Reader (your Veronica mayday from helluva boss)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Nezuko!Reader (your Nezuko from demon slayer)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Daki!Reader (your Daki from demon slayer)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Wonder Women’s Daughter!Reader (what powers do you have?…same as wonder women)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Female!Godzilla!Reader (you just have Godzillas powers…you have tattoos that glow blue when you use your powers like your atomic breath)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Female!Deadly Sin!Reader (your the 8th sin…you may be evil and sadistic but you have some good in you even though you don’t really care to try to be good, your eyes are red, wings and horns are inspired by Maleficent, you could have any powers you want and how many you want)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Succubus!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Amethyst Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but purple)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Ghostface!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Female!Ghostrider!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Telekinesis!Reader (how powerful is your telekinesis?…very very powerful and you have the power of flight)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Pyrokinesis!Reader (fire manipulator)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Cryokinesis!Reader (ice manipulation)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Demon!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Tall!Angel!Goddess!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Chorokinesis!Reader (plant manipulation)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Emerald Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but green)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Hydrokinesis!Reader (water manipulation)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Atmokinesis!Reader (weather manipulation)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Airbender!Reader (your have Aang’s powers and tattoos Aang from the last Airbender)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Mensio-Ergokinesis!Reader (quantum energy manipulation)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Photokinesis!Reader (light manipulation)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Omnikinesis!Reader (Reality manipulation)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Rose Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but dark pink)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Siren!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Vampire!Reader (inspired by abigail 2024)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Yandere!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Zombie!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Famous!Singer!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Golden Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but golden)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Billie Eilish!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Mermaid!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Dragon!Reader (inspired by Siveth from DragonHeart: vengeance)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Depressed!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Rachel Roth!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Russian!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X British!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Eternal!Reader (your 7,000 years old, you can have any kind of powers and abilities and as many as you want, you can be the goddess of anything you want to be of)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Female!Prime!Transformer!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Female!Terminator!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Amber Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but orange)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Deaf!Reader (your 100% deaf so you use sign language or a notepad)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Goth!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Darkness Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but black)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Punk!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Logan’s daughter!Reader (your wolverine’s daughter, you have the same powers as him, and you act just like him)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Superman’s Daughter!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Nancy Downs!Reader (your Nancy downs from the craft)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Maleficent!Reader (Maleficent but with dark blue powers not green)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Tall!Flirty!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Na’vi!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Abigail Lazar!Reader (your Abigail lazer from Abigail 2024)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Famous!Violinist!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Emotionless!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Twisted Alice!Reader (your twisted Alice from bendy and the dark revival)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Mommy Long Legs!Reader (your mommy long legs from poppy playtime)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Female!Cartoon!Reader (your cartoon cat created by Trevor henderson but female version)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Opaque Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but teal/turquoise)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Artist!Reader

Freddy Freeman X X Billy Batson X Psychopathic!Villain!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Tourette’s!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Blind!Reader (your 100% blind so you have a walking stick…but you really don’t need it because you can feel vibrations…and yes your a Toph beifong kind of blind not a normal blind)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Black!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Female!Catnap!Reader (your catnap from poppy playtime chapter 3…but female version)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Catwomen!Reader (Hallie berry inspired version)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Half-Siren Half-Vampire!Queen!Goddess!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Ravenna!Reader (your Ravenna from ‘the huntsman & Snow White’)

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Angel!Demon!Queen!Goddess!Reader

Freddy Freeman X Billy Batson X Rio Vidal!Reader (Rio Vidal from the series..Agatha All Along…Portrayed by Aubrey Plaza)

(A/N: Hello! Hope this inspires you! If you want more inspiration go see my other posts it’s recommended! You won’t regret it!…you can also use these ideas on Wattpad if you wanted to!…and I also made y/n au profiles so you know what y/n might look or be like…anyways have a great day or night….YOUR WELCOME! :)

[supercap2319]

You get Billy to lend you a portion of his power for a bit to see what its like. (Shazam!reader form maybe having yellow or orange suit color)

"Come on, Billy. Just let me try it. It will only only be for a little bit." You begged.

You had discovered that Billy and his adoptive siblings were superheroes. They had the power of gods and could change into adult form by saying the word: Shazam!

Now, you wanted to see what it was like to be a superhero. The feel of it and everything. The fact that Billy could share his powers was even more reason of you to ask him for a trial run.

"I don't know, Y/N. It could be dangerous." Billy said.

"Please? Just this once." You beg, giving him your puppy dog eyes. You knew that he could never say no to your puppy eyes, and you were right. Billy caved. "Okay, fine, but only this one time." He held out his hand for you to take. "Say my name."

"Billy!" You say.

"No. Say the name I say to turn into the big guy. You know?"

"Oh. Right, right. Okay. Umm...Shazam?"

There was a clap of thunder and a powerful blast of lightning as you felt transformed. Every part of your body felt bigger and stronger. Supercharged. Like every cell in your body was vibrating at a powerful frequency. You walked towards Billy's mirror and were shocked to see the person staring back at you, wasn't you, but an older man. Handsome and strong.

"Dude, it worked!" You said. "I'm so freaking tall! And look. Look! Yellow! I'm a fucking yellow magical wizard person."

Billy smiled at you. "Dude. You look so damn hot! I could kiss you, wait, I didn't mean it like that." He blushed.

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Stuilly be like:

[angelbarelywrites]

My 3 constants for my slasher content are Bubba, Thomas, and Micheal, but I really prefer to write for 5 at a time. It feels more balanced?

Anyways, I kind of want to nail down a main 5, and then maybe a second group for part 2s of different scenarios, so let me know what yall think :v

[profoundmagazinenight]

This is a message for Eric kripke, writer of the boys and supernatural. Please just please have Misha Collins guest star on the boys and give us destiel fans something 😭. Even tho supernatural didn't do justice to the characters, WE NEED IT.