⋆˙⟡ You had me at Shazam! ⋆˙⟡
Pairing: Kyle Rayner x Fem!Shazam!Reader
Summary: With the same powers as Captain Marvel, or Shazam, you're literally lightning incarnate, powerful, radiant, endlessly kind, and somehow, you haven’t noticed how far gone Kyle Rayner is for you. You patrol neighbouring cities, spend downtime at the Watchtower glued at the hip, holy shit even the public has dubbed you guys “The Power Couple, Will and Wonder”. Everyone sees it, except for you.
CW: Swearing, violence, kissing, reader is an oblivious dumbass, kyle is down bad, description of reader's figure. Reader goes by Miss Marvel, and she is like Mary Bromfield, she has the same Champion Form and personal form.
A/N: My first Kyle Rayner fic yay!!! I'm so proud of this one!
Inspired by @kitkatscabinet, your kyle fics are always flawless, thank you for always delivering every single time!!
Word Count: 2.1k (Holy fucking shit my longest fic to date)
⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆ The lightning bolt on your chest pulsed faintly as you landed beside Kyle, the roof beneath your boots still humming with static. “Told you I’d beat you here.”
Kyle, in his usual emerald-and-sarcasm glory, flicked his ring-hand in lazy surrender. “I was drawing. And I’m not saying your lightning cheated, but…” he glanced sideways, “your lightning totally cheated.”
You grinned, teeth showing behind your gloss coated lips. “Speed of Mercury, Kyle. Not my fault you wanted to sketch the skyline first.”
He looked down at the open sketchbook tucked into the crook of his elbow. A rough charcoal version of you mid-air, hair whipping in wind and lightning leaping from your fingers. He slammed it shut before you could peek.
“Is that me?” you teased.
“Nope. It’s Zeus in a wig. Real majestic.” Kyle has always been a shitty liar.
You gave a short laugh, then stepped closer, peering over the edge of the building. Your city, Burbank, glittered to the left, his city, Coast City, North Hollywood, to the right, like dual kingdoms carved from shadow and neon. “We make a good team Ky.”
Kyle choked on air, your nickname for him gave him major butterflies, but only when it came from you, Wally would always joke around and mockingly say "Kyyy~" to piss him off.
“Yeah,” he coughed. “Yeah, we do Princess”
At the Watchtower, it was so much worse.
The second you walked into the lounge with your coffee and casually draped yourself over Kyle, as though you were his personal blanket, like you always did, it was open season. You however, just started reapplying your lip combo. Remembering the time Kyle once offered to top it up for you when your hands were full. That made you weirdly happy for some reason, it made you feel cared about. Same thing for when he offered to do your makeup, might I add, did it flawlessly.
“Down so bad, he’d name a brush after her,” Wally muttered, trying to sneak a quick pic of you two.
“He probably already has,” Roy said. “Brush number four: Lightning Babe. Palette number 7: Shocked by Her."
Dick raised his brow. “He once called her the ‘living embodiment of dramatic lighting’ with a straight face.”
“I was being factual,” Kyle grumbled. “It was an observation. You’re all jealous.”
“Of what? Your endless torment Or your special connection to your Princess?” Roy asked, sipping his soda.
But it wasn’t torment. Not really.
You always sat next to him, your arm pressed to his, the fabric of your suit soft where it brushed his skin. You always asked about his art. Always told him he was more than just his ring.
You never once acted like it was a burden to orbit each other.
It was just… you didn’t seem to see what everyone else did. That he was helpless for you.
Kyle thought about the moment where he actually started having feeling things for you. it was a long time ago let's be honest, but he thinks it might've been Dick's Halloween party. You two wore matching outfits-ish, you were the Tooth Fairy, and he was the Dentist. You're outfit was absolute perfection, Kyle can't normally take his eyes off you, but that entire night, you hair seemed to be flawless, your heels accentuated your legs, and your tight dress seemed to hug every curve of your toned figure. And it wasn't just him that picked up on that, oh boy, everybody else did.
You two rocked up to Dick's apartment in your BMW and immediately Roy had his hands on your waist, and Kyle really disliked that. He mentioned it to Wally and his response? "It's not like she's your girl or anything." He really disliked that.
That same night, after some people had gone home, it was just the Titans and close sidekicks, for some reason Roy played YouTube shorts on Dick's TV, and he came across videos and whisper-type posts and hell even fan edits of the two of you and your interactions, under the tags Miss Marvel x Green Lantern. Holy fuck even the public is catching on.(Teehee lmk if ya'll want a potential expansion on heroes and their PR) Kyle's just glad you had been too engrossed in a conversation over which skin tint was better, Rare Beauty or Fenty Beauty, to notice.
And another time, for his birthday, you firstly brought flowers to his mother, which they both really appreciated. On your behalf, you wondered if Maura had received flowers since Aaron left, but you didn't bring it up. For Kyle, you brought him Benjamin Moore paint supplies in 7 different shades, 7!! And it was the one's he'd dreamt about getting for awhile. (Sorry guys I'm a Visual Arts major)
It wasn't really that big of a deal in your words, and to Kyle it was less about the fact that it was so fucking expensive, and that you went out of your way to get him such an exclusive item, he felt... cared for.
“Why don’t you just tell her?” Dinah asked once, in a rare quiet moment. “You paint galaxies, Kyle. You’re not afraid of the dark. Just say it.” She spoke first, knwoing Hal always took the chance to clown Kyle whenever the opportunity presented itself
He stared at his sketchpad, the one where your laugh had been immortalised in pencil thirty-five times.
“I’m not afraid of the dark,” he murmured. “I’m afraid of the lightning not loving me back.”
It changed one night when a villain levelled two blocks between Burbank and Coast City, straddling both like a challenge. You and Kyle met in the chaos, tag-teaming the fight in perfect synch, and when you tore your mask off at the end, panting and sparking with wild energy, the crowd went absolutely feral.
Someone shouted, “Kiss already!”
You laughed it off, as usual, waving it away. But later that night, back at the Watchtower, you sat beside Kyle quietly.
“Do people think we’re…?” you gestured vaguely between the two of you.
Kyle shrugged. “Maybe. You’re kind of stuck with me, lightning girl.”
You smiled. “Could be worse.”
Once the fight was over, you both retreated to the same building ledge you two always hang out on. You've shared soda, food, korean bbq, taken naps together, and always just sat in comfortable silence there, it was your place, cuz.... you kinda need the power of flight to reach it.
Then - soft, almost hesitant - “Hey Ky, I know you draw me a lot.”
He blinked. “Yeah. I guess I do.”
You didn’t tease him this time. Instead, you reached out and traced a line on his sketchpad. “Can I see?”
So he showed you. Sketch after sketch, graceful arcs of your powers, your smirk, your wild eyes mid-battle, your quieter moments. You sat through all of them. And when he was done…
“You really love me, don’t you?” you asked gently.
Kyle looked like he might combust. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Like,.... in a really embarrassing way.”
You leaned in, nose brushing his. “Good. Because I’ve been waiting for you to say it.”
When you two kissed, it was like Will and Wonder, finally collided. Kyle's hands hovered over your waist kinda awkwardly, but you took them, not even breaking the kiss, and placed them on your waist. Your hands found solace in Kyle's smooth locks, after passing his toned jawline.
When you two finally broke it up, you noticed your lip combo was smeared all over his adorable face, making you chuckle.
"What? S'there something on my face?" He asked
"Yeah, just a little bit." You responded, barely able to hold back the giggle.
Your couple days worth of giddiness after kissing your boy-best-friend-turned-situationship was cut short after the sidekick of the same villain you fought the day you made out with Kyle sought vengeance on the two of you. This time coming with a super-sized laser beam thing caused sinkholes the sizes of football fields. Holy shit, you think to yourself.
You literally zoom into battle, hitting whatever that construct the villain is inside with 70 gigawatts of lightning in attempt to power it down. You skid into the street, boots sparking, arms braced against the heat radiating from the dimensional breach. Buildings groan. Asphalt splits beneath your feet. You barely have time to stabilise the Sixth Street Viaduct bridge when a shockwave nearly throws you into the ocean.
“Kyle-status?!” you shout through the comms.
“Three civilians pulled from the sinkhole. I’m patching it with constructs,” Kyle replies. “Don’t go near the breach without me-”
“I’m already near the breach.”
“Of course you are,” he grits.
You ignore the tone- you have bigger problems. A whole apartment building is on the verge of collapse, and there are people on the top floor waving frantically for help.
You dart forward. “I’ve got the building-just keep the street sealed!”
“Wait-don’t!” Kyle yells. “The rift's shifting gravity again, you’ll get pulled-”
But you’re already up, already flying toward the edge of the breach. The lightning in your veins surges as you slam your palms into the foundation. With a shout and all your strength, you direct a wave of magical-electric force through the supports, stabilizing them for just long enough to let the civilians jump into Kyle’s energy net.
But the building groans again.
He slams into you with a glowing green shield, pushing you clear of the impact just as debris crashes down around you both. You’re sprawled in the rubble, coughing, sparks skimming off your bruised knuckles.
“You absolute maniac,” Kyle pants, hovering above you, arms trembling. “You could’ve died.”
“But I didn’t,” you shoot back, wiping blood off your cheek. “They didn’t.”
“No? Because to me, that’s the whole point!”
The rift collapses with a sonic boom as the League finishes containment. You and Kyle stand in the middle of the wreckage, glaring at each other like you didn’t just save a city together.
Kyle looks away first, jaw clenched so hard it aches. “We’ll talk later,” he mutters. “When you’re not being so-so-”
“What? Reckless?” you snap. “I’ve fucking heard it Kyle. Say something new.”
“I was going to say stupidly self-sacrificing shithead but whatever works for you Princess.” He grits out.
You flinch like he hit you.
Neither of you says anything else. Not until the Watchtower cafeteria, when all hell breaks loose.
A stupid, shiny apple Kyle slaps down on your tray with just a little too much force.
You blink. “What’s that supposed to be?”
“Food,” he says tightly. “Since you forgot you’re a mortal who needs it.”
You glare. “Sorry, I was too busy saving three dozen people from a crumbling bridge while you were playing glowstick in the sky!”
A hush falls over the Watchtower cafeteria.
Flash freezes mid-bite. Zatanna and Black Canary exchange “oh no” glances. Roy grins with devilish interest. Batman doesn’t look up from his files - but his ears definitely twitch.
“You’re not invincible,” Kyle hisses, leaning in. “You can’t just tank every hit because you’ve got a lightning bolt on your chest and a death wish in your bloodstream.”
“I wasn’t tanking anything! I was doing my job! You’re the one who keeps flying in like you’re my babysitter!”
“I’m not your babysitter,” he snaps. “I’m your-”
Wally, from across the room: “Say it. Say it.”
Kyle goes red from his neck to his ears. “...I’m your partner.”
You scoff. “Funny. Didn’t feel like it when you overrode my plan mid-mission.”
“I overrode it because it was reckless!”
“It was effective! People lived, Kyle!”
“You could’ve died!” he shouts.
The tray in your hands clatters onto the table. Your hands spark - literally.
“Oh,” you say, voice lower, rougher. “So that’s what this is about. You’re mad because you care.”
He stares at you like you’ve grown wings. “Of course I care.”
You step closer. “Then why didn’t you just say that instead of acting like I’m an idiot for doing what I’ve always done?”
“I didn’t think I had to say it! Everyone already knows I care about you!”
Everyone stares. No one breathes. You both glance around.
“Wait-” you say slowly. “What do you mean everyone knows?”
Wally raises a hand. “Hi. I’ve known since the ‘accidentally called her Princess, and then continued to stick with it as a nickname’ incident.”
Roy: “I knew when he doodled her in the margins of a field report.”
Donna: “The way he stares at you like you’re art in motion is… obvious.”
Dick, sipping coffee: “You haven’t noticed? You’re literally his wallpaper for his phone, iPad, laptop and drawing tablet”
You turn back to Kyle. He shrugs, helplessly lovestruck.
“...Okay. So maybe I have a thing for electric girls who could crush me.”
You stare. Then laugh, just once, stunned.
Right there, cafeteria, open-mouthed gasps from every direction. If you weren't so busy making out with Kyle, you would've noticed Roy and Dick barking at you two, and Wally taking a picture.
And your lightning doesn’t spark , it settles.
Extended A/N: Guys I'm so sorry if anything is inaccurate this is my first time writing for Kyle and I'm not American sorry if I fumbled anything geographically. Lmao my boy bsf's name is Kyle and he dressed up as Green Lantern for Halloween he's so cute, this was fun to write btw. I love the SHAZAM movies, Asher Angel was born to play Billy imo.
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