#dad!willy

[misshoneyimhome]

oh yes! i second the request for dad william! maybe a family skate or going to the first game of the season? 🥹

Oh, we’re really on a Dad!Willy roll here, and it’s melting my heart 🥹 I’m absolutely obsessed with it right now—literally any little moment between William and his son (because yes, we’re sticking with Eliot here, sorry, not sorry!) is just pure sugar for my brain 🤗❤️‍🔥

Tropes & warnings: no warnings, except once again overload cuteness! Dad!Willy x reader, baby!Eliot, season opener

Word count: 1.7K

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Daddy 88 - A First Season | dad!willy x reader ✐

The air inside the arena buzzed with excitement as fans returned for the season opener, anticipation running high after a long summer break. For you, though, tonight felt different. Holding Eliot in your arms, now seven months old, you couldn’t help but feel both pride and joy seeing him here for his first full season opener. Last year, he’d been so tiny, barely a month old when you’d first brought him to a game during the playoffs. But tonight, he was older, more aware, and it was clear he was beginning to take in this incredible part of William’s world.

Finding your seats in the family section, you settled in, adjusting Eliot so he could see the rink more easily. He was dressed in a mini version of William’s jersey, with “Daddy 88” printed on the back in bold letters. It was still a bit big on him, which only made him more adorable. The crowd around you was vibrant with blue and white, and Eliot’s eyes went wide, taking in the sea of fans, the lights, and the booming excitement filling the arena. Occasionally, he babbled, his little hands reaching out to touch the jersey fabric, his tiny fingers exploring its texture with curiosity.

“Big night for you, huh, little one?” you whispered, smiling down at him as he looked up with those bright blue eyes, his face full of wonder. “Your first home opener. You’re going to love this.”

The stadium dimmed, and the cheers rose as the players made their way onto the ice, William among them. You spotted him quickly, and so did Eliot, who squealed with excitement, kicking his legs in your lap. William skated by, scanning the stands until he found you both. His grin spread wide as he caught sight of Eliot’s jersey and his bright, eager expression. He waved up at you with a quick, playful salute before turning his focus back to the game.

The music blared, the lights flashed, and Eliot was absolutely captivated. Every time the crowd cheered, he joined in with squeals of delight, his face lighting up with joy. It was as if he knew he was part of something big, even if he couldn’t fully understand it. Watching him react to the excitement around him made your heart swell—you could already see the beginnings of his own little love for the game.

Midway through the second period, the crowd’s anticipation grew as William made his way toward the goal. You held your breath as he manoeuvred past the defenders, lining up his shot. Then, with a swift flick of his stick, the puck sailed past the goalie and into the net. The arena erupted, and Eliot, sensing the excitement, let out a delighted squeal, clapping his hands along with the crowd. He didn’t fully grasp what had happened, but he could feel the energy all around him.

You lifted him a little higher, bouncing him in your arms as the cheers swelled, letting him join in as if to say, “That’s my dad!” William skated past, throwing a quick glance toward the stands, his grin widening when he saw Eliot, cheering him on with you.

Throughout the game, William’s focus stayed on the ice, but you noticed he’d steal glances up toward the stands, his gaze always finding you and Eliot. Seeing the two of you there seemed to fuel him, adding an extra fire to his game, and you could feel his pride radiating even from afar. Every so often, you’d lift Eliot up a little higher, letting him wave as if to say, “Look at me, Dad! I’m here for you!”

As the game unfolded, Eliot remained mesmerised. His eyes darted from the players to the big screens, and his little hands clutched onto your fingers as he bounced slightly with the action on the ice. He seemed especially fascinated when the puck moved quickly or when the players crowded around the goal, watching intently as the game unfolded. It was almost as if he knew that this was his dad’s world—a world that he, too, was now a part of.

By the third period, the Leafs were in the lead, and the crowd was on its feet with every play. Eliot joined in, clapping his hands along with the fans, letting out little cheers that made everyone around you smile. When the final buzzer sounded and the home team had won, the arena erupted, and Eliot squealed with pure delight, his laugh blending into the roar of the crowd. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him, caught up in his joy and the thrill of the moment.

After the game, you waited for the crowd to thin before making your way down to the tunnel entrance, where William would join you. When he appeared, still in his gear but grinning with satisfaction, Eliot’s eyes lit up, and he reached his tiny arms out towards his dad.

“Hey, champ,” William said, lifting Eliot from your arms with a smile that was all pride and love. He held him close, brushing a hand over Eliot’s white hair. “What did you think? Did you enjoy watching Daddy play?”

Eliot responded with a babble and a big grin, patting William’s shoulder as if to say, “You were great!” 

William laughed, glancing over at you with a look that made your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you for bringing him tonight,” he said softly, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “I know he’s too young to remember this, but…I will. Seeing him here with you… it means everything.”

You smiled, reaching up to adjust Eliot’s little jersey. “I think he loved it, Will. Look at him—he’s your biggest fan already,” you teased, watching as Eliot clung to William, his head resting comfortably on his dad’s shoulder.

William looked down at Eliot, his eyes softening as he adjusted him in his arms. “Looks like we’ve got a future fan on our hands. Or maybe…” he paused, glancing at you with a playful gleam in his eye, “…a future player?”

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “Oh, don’t get ahead of yourself, Nylander. We’ll let him decide when he’s older. But if he takes after you… well, I’d say the Leafs better watch out.”

William chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to Eliot’s forehead. “Deal,” he agreed, a warm smile spreading across his face. “But until then, we’ll just keep cheering together.”

As the three of you walked out of the arena, you felt the magic of the night settling around you. Eliot was snug against William’s chest, his tiny hands clutching at his dad’s shirt, his eyes starting to droop with sleep. This season opener had been more than just the start of a new hockey year; it had marked the beginning of a new tradition, one you’d share as a family for many seasons to come.

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The rink felt familiar yet intimate in the quiet morning, just a couple of days after the excitement of the season opener. The stands were empty, and only a few team families were on the ice, creating a peaceful atmosphere that felt worlds away from game night’s electric roar. You held Eliot close, bundled in his little jacket, hat, and mittens, as he took in the sights, mesmerised by the smooth expanse of ice that seemed to sparkle under the arena lights.

William skated over, a huge smile lighting up his face when he saw the two of you waiting by the boards. “Alright, ready for another adventure, little man?” he murmured, ruffling Eliot’s hat gently. Eliot babbled, eyes wide with fascination, as William held out his arms to take him.

“Go easy on him,” you teased, passing Eliot over. “The poor kid just survived his first home opener a few nights ago!”

William laughed, cradling Eliot in one arm as he skated in a gentle circle, keeping a steady pace to give Eliot his first real taste of being on the ice. “Oh, he loved it. Didn’t you, bud?” he murmured to Eliot, who responded with a delighted squeal, his tiny fists reaching out, wanting to touch the ice.

With Eliot securely in his arms, William glided back and forth, moving at a slow, soothing rhythm that had Eliot giggling. He occasionally tilted him closer to the ice, just enough for Eliot to feel the cool air beneath his feet. His eyes were bright, taking it all in, already as mesmerised by the ice as he had been by the roar of the crowd on game night.

After a few rounds, William skated back towards you, an excited look in his eyes. “How about we take him for a little family lap?” he suggested, holding out a hand.

You stepped onto the ice carefully, and with William’s arm wrapped securely around you, the three of you began gliding together. Eliot nestled between you both, looking from you to William with a big grin. Every so often, he reached for William’s jersey, his tiny fingers clutching at the fabric as if anchoring himself to this new world.

“He’s a natural,” William said proudly, gazing down at Eliot. “Look at him. He’s already got that Nylander focus.”

You laughed. “Oh yeah? You think he’s already scoping out future plays?”

William smirked, winking at Eliot. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

As you reached the other end of the rink, you took a break, sitting with Eliot by the boards while William skated a few laps to warm up his legs. Eliot watched him with wide eyes, fascinated by every move his dad made—the graceful strides, the spins, the playful stops. William, noticing his audience, turned to give Eliot an extra little spin, sending him into fits of laughter that echoed through the empty arena.

When he finally skated back, William took Eliot’s tiny hand and held it gently, a playful glint in his eye. “See that, bud? Someday, you’ll be out here too, skating like that.”

You smiled, nudging him lightly. “Careful, Nylander. You’re getting ahead of yourself.”

William chuckled, shifting Eliot in his arms. “Maybe, but look at him—he’s already a natural on the ice. Give him a few years, and he could be the next big hockey star.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “Alright, future hockey dad. But remember, we’ll let him decide.”

William grinned, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, I know. But I’m just saying—I’ve got a good feeling.”

As the three of you lingered together, the quiet rink around you, it felt like the perfect start to the season, a moment of family magic before the demands of the season picked up again.

[macksartblock]

weird timing but s1 dads and their bastard fathers (and frank)

[puppetlefty]

Oh my god I didn’t die? No I went to college and I’m busy. Another comic…

[kittykatninja321]

Willis convincing Bruce to let him visit not only to reconnect with Jason but also as a ploy to get into Bruce’s pants. Constantly putting on the charms rizzing him up convincing him to let him stay for dinner…convincing him to let him stay the night

[fanofspooky]

Scream King - Nicolas Cage

[skiplo-wave]

So we can use any Mickey now?

Nope just black and white Mickey.

So you can use first draft Mickey or steamboat Mickey but hat stays ON. And fyi Minnie Mouse is not in public domain.

Correction

Only one Minnie Mouse is public domain aka black and white one

[varpusvaras]

Apparently Willis is alive in the newer comics? I have no idea what's going on there, but I got thinking about it, and-

Willis already knew a lot of dangerous, skilled people. He had a strong enough connection to Lady Shiva for Jason to suspect that she could be his biological mother. Same with a spy.

So. Maybe Willis has some skills. He survives Two-Face and is then offered another job, one that pays a lot better, and he takes it. It was supposed to be a short enough job, but things went a little sideways and it took longer than expected, and then he gets back and his wife is dead and his son is adopted by a billionaire. And what is Willis supposed to do? He can't fight to get his custody back, because no matter how corrupt the systems in Gotham are, no one in their right mind would think that Willis is a better option than Bruce Wayne.

So Willis lets it be. He takes another job. He trains more. Takes another job. Collects every single piece of Jason he can find. Cuts the newest picture out of a newspaper and carries it with him. He trains, becomes more skilled. Takes another job. He looks at Jason's happy, growing face in the newspapers. He cuts them out and puts them in his pocket. He takes a job. He trains. He becomes better. He takes another job.

He looks for Jason in the papers and finds out that his son is dead.

He goes back to Gotham. He visits his baby's grave. He is more skilled now than the last time he was here. He knows how the city works. He lays low and listens.

It doesn't take long for him to figure it all out, not with how much the Joker brags about killing the Bat's little bird.

Willis looks at the pictures of Robin and sees Jason.

All he knows is anger.

No, the Joker is wrong. He didn't kill the Bat's little bird. Not to worry. The Joker will soon learn his mistake.

And after that, so will Batman.

Or, Willis Todd becomes a Batman villain to avenge his son.

[skyblueartt]

I desperately needed to draw some “normal” Afton family shenanigans— have William teaching Michael how to drive (aka absolute chaos)

[alien-bluez]

y'know they could've at least picked a better team name

[shortkingenjoyer]

Networking

the sequel

[misshoneyimhome]

Maybe can we get a dad!Willy X reader where he holds the baby for the first time in the hospital?

Oh yes, babe! We’re definitely still on the Dad!Willy train, and it’s serving every time ❤️‍🔥 Sticking with the same storyline, we’re getting into those moments after baby Eliot’s birth 😘

So, in case you were wondering, I did borrow a little snippet (the last part) from my own blurb in a previous chapter of the unofficial Dad!Willy x reader series 😉

Tropes & warnings: again no warnings, just a bunch of family love, Dad!Willy x reader

Word count: 1.1K

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First time in my arms I dad!willy x reader ✐

The hospital room was still, with only the soft hum of machines breaking the silence as you lay in bed, utterly exhausted yet filled with a quiet thrill. After hours of labour, the world outside seemed distant, a faint blur beyond the gentle, enclosed warmth of this space. As you looked down at the tiny, sleeping face nestled against your chest, it felt as though an entire universe had opened up. Eliot was finally here, and he was perfect.

William sat close by, his eyes never leaving the two of you, a blend of awe and tenderness softening his expression. His hand reached out, hovering just above Eliot’s head, his fingers flexing slightly as if he wanted to reach out but wasn’t sure he had the right. You could see the weight of emotion pulling at him, a mixture of wonder and disbelief. Reaching for his hand, you gave him a gentle squeeze, pulling him from his quiet trance. “Ready to meet him?” you whispered, sensing how much he wanted to hold his son but also how he wanted to give you these first precious moments together.

He looked at you, eyes wide, as though he needed reassurance. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, his voice low and tentative, almost afraid that any sudden movement might break the delicate magic holding you all in place.

You nodded, your smile full of encouragement, despite the exhaustion written across your face. “He’s all yours, Dad.”

With careful, reverent movements, William shifted closer and gently lifted Eliot from your arms, cradling him against his bare chest. Though nervously, he seemed to instinctively know to hold him close, letting Eliot feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a new source of warmth and comfort. His hands, usually so confident and controlled on the ice, now trembled slightly as he cradled this tiny, precious life. He took a shaky breath, looking down at Eliot, who rested peacefully against him, blissfully unaware of the overwhelming love and wonder filling the room. His tiny hands instinctively held a light grip on your boyfriend’s chest hairs, earning a light chuckle from him. 

William’s expression softened, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he gazed down at Eliot, his whole world in that one tiny bundle. A single tear slipped down his cheek, landing softly on Eliot’s, and he brushed it away with a trembling hand, his face a picture of pure devotion. “Hi, little guy,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m your dad.”

The words left him in a whisper, as though anything louder might disturb the beautiful moment unfolding between them. You could see the unspoken promise in his gaze—a promise of love, of dedication, of everything he hoped to be for this tiny person now sleeping so soundly against his heart. He was so captivated that he didn’t even notice his tear slipping down until it touched Eliot’s soft cheek.

“He’s… he’s so small,” William breathed, his voice barely audible, the awe in his words striking a chord in you. “And perfect.” He glanced up at you, his expression a mixture of amazement and gratitude. “You did this perfectly, hjärtat,,” he whispered, his voice soft but charged with feeling. “You’re… just so fucking amazing, babe. Everything you went through.”

“Well, you helped create him,” you nodded gently with a soft smile, words almost failing you in the enormity of the moment. Watching your boyfriend, your soulmate, hold your son was more beautiful than anything you could have imagined. 

Every anxious question, every late-night worry William had voiced during your pregnancy seemed to melt away, replaced by a profound love and dedication. You remembered how his teammates, especially the fathers, had shared their own stories and tips, helping him ease into fatherhood. But now, all those nerves had given way to a quiet certainty as he gazed down at Eliot with a love so deep it felt almost sacred.

As William sat there with Eliot nestled close, you could see that he was already besotted. His finger traced the delicate lines of Eliot’s tiny hand, his expression one of pure tenderness. “You’re going to be so loved, little man,” William promised softly, his voice full of quiet resolve. “I might not be there for everything… every first,” he added, his voice tinged with both pride and a hint of sadness. “But I’ll try. And I know your mum will tell me about every little moment I might miss.” He looked over at you, his eyes filled with gratitude. “You’ve got the best mum in the world,” he whispered, leaning down to brush a gentle kiss on Eliot’s head, as if sealing a vow to you both.

A wave of warmth spread through you as you met his eyes, knowing that even when hockey took him away, he would do all he could to be there. And for every missed moment, you’d be there to tell him about it, to make sure he felt connected, no matter the distance.

As you watched the two of them together, an overwhelming sense of love and peace washed over you. This was just the beginning; soon, the sleepless nights and endless responsibilities of new parenthood would begin. But for now, nothing else mattered—just you, William, and your beautiful son.

When you finally returned home a bit later, life felt different. Every little thing in the house, every familiar corner now seemed touched by the new presence in your life. You moved through each room with a feeling of awe, as though seeing it all for the first time. But amidst the joy, you began to notice a strange heaviness, a sadness you hadn’t expected. The changes to your body, the new and unfamiliar feelings—it was something no one had fully prepared you for, despite all the talk of pregnancy’s “wonders.”

William noticed, of course. He had always been attentive, especially now. One evening, while holding Eliot in his arms, he came over to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and resting his hand on your shoulder. “You’ve given me everything,” he whispered, his voice warm with quiet reassurance. “And there’s not a single part of you that I don’t love even more because of it. Eliot and I… we’re so lucky. Jag älskar dig, älskling.”

The warmth of his words washed over you, soothing the sadness that had lingered at the edges of your happiness. “Jag älskar dig också.”

You’d thought you could navigate these feelings alone, but here he was, ready to share this weight, to walk alongside you in every part of this new journey. You reached out, pulling him close, letting yourself lean into his support, knowing he’d be there for each step, each high, and each low. Just like you always had been and would be for him.

As you watched him cradle Eliot, your heart swelled, filled with the strength of knowing that, together, you could weather anything. This was only the beginning of a journey that you’d both embark on, each moment growing richer with the love you shared for this tiny, perfect life.

[ithinkdogshouldvote]

Hey Scary, your stepdad looks like he’s about to ice that guy who looks just like you.

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Mistaken Identities (dp x dc)

Danny had been doing his thing, looking around, making sure he didn't alter anything in the past, minding his own business. Officially, this was supposed to be a trip to gather more blood blossom samples for Team Phantom to study, but he had ended up being a little sidetracked. Apparently though, puritan times made for beautiful forests, sue him if he was enjoying a moment of peace in his otherwise crazy life. So here he was, relaxing for the first time in way too long when this guy just barged into the clearing. Danny straightened up with a yelp which had the guy stopping in his tracks before he turned to look at Danny.

"Be not afraid, child. I mean you no harm," the man said.

Danny squinted as he looked up at the half-shadowed face of the man that seemed vaguely familiar.

"Boy?"

"Uh-" Danny managed as he realized he was supposed to answer. "Oh yeah, no problem, man."

The man tilted his head which directed Danny's attention to his weird buckle-hat. Sobering up as he recognized the clothes from his previous jaunt in the past where Sam had almost gotten burnt at the stake, he mentally congratulated himself for turning back into a human before his nap. He really didn't want to end up trapped in blood blossoms by witch-finders again.

"Are you lost?" The man said, as he edged closer. "Do you require aid?"

The halfa jumped to his feet. "Nope!" Danny said before letting out a nervous laugh. "No aid, I'm all good. Thanks though."

The man opened his mouth to say something before another voice, higher pitched stopped him. "You are back!" A woman wearing a simple dress, with a few birds fluttering around her like a Disney princess approached them.

"Annie," answered the man.

"Come," she said before leading him away with only a glance towards the teenager. The man let himself be dragged away, but not before a last few words. "If you are ever in need of assistance, please do not hesitate."

Danny waved his hand. "Yep. For sure, dude. Thanks!"

Then before the man had turned away completely, the woman grabbed his hat playfully which revealed his face completely to the weak moonlight, and coincidentally to Danny's view. The couple disappeared between the thick foliage as Danny sat, struck dumb with what he had just witnessed.

"Oh my god," he whispered to himself. "That was Bruce fucking Wayne."

Danny had seen enough rag magazines and newspapers with his face printed on the cover to recognize the billionaire for sure. What the hell was he doing in Puritan times? Then, it hit Danny like a brick. Natural portals. They weren't common, or stable and they'd been known to spirit away people randomly. Clearly, they also had some pretty severe side-effects including amnesia considering the old-timey speech pattern Mr. Wayne was using.

There was only one thing for it, Danny clearly had to bring Mr. Wayne back to the present. Not only because it was the right thing to do, but also because a missing billionaire was bound to attract a good amount of attention and if anyone connected this to the ghost zone... Well if the GIW was bad now, Danny didn't want to know what other kind of unsavoury people would pop up if ghosts were better-known. Just imagining the Justice League getting involved was giving Danny the shivers. No, the best thing to do was get Mr. Wayne back to his time and hope he wouldn't remember much of what had happened and wouldn't dig into it further.

Just as he was nodding to himself, he heard a scream coming from not too far away. He transformed before flying towards the noise, only to find the woman he'd seen before with Mr. Wayne being captured by a bunch of men wearing the same kinds of hat.

"She's a witch! Burn her!" He heard someone yell. "Hang her dead!" Someone else said.

This was giving Danny some major flashback to Sam's very own witch burning and without wasting a second, he phased the woman right out of their grips and flew them away from the angry mob.

As soon as he landed and let go of the woman, she turned to him and gripped his arm instead. "You have to help him!"

"Help who?" Danny asked, wincing.

"Mordecai!" she said, her grip tight.

"Is that the man who was with you earlier?" the teenager asked.

The woman nodded before pointing southeast. "He is in the caves, fighting the dragon!"

Danny didn't waste anytime before flying in the direction she had pointed to. Going intangible helped with speed, and he phased through the ground, going straight for the aforementioned cave. He just phased through when he caught sight of Mr. Wayne. As he got closer, he could feel some sort of energy radiating from the man. Just then, the energy started building up and Mr. Wayne started to go transparent. Panicking, Danny did the first thing he could think of and absorbed the mounting energy to himself. It felt like a shot of adrenaline except way, way stronger and for a moment everything blanked out, before the world came into focus again. When he looked around, he couldn't find a trace of Mr. Wayne, but from the energy left over he could tell exactly when he had landed. The Golden Age of Piracy.

"Goddamit!" Danny yelled as he once again felt Bruce Wayne slip through his grasp as he stole away the potent energy from the billionaire's body before it could follow wherever he was going next. First it had been pirates, then the Wild West and lastly it was 20th century Gotham, clearly the natural portal had been all kinds of fucked up for Mr. Wayne to have been dragged from time period to time period. It was a miracle he was even still alive, the poor man! Danny let out a harsh sigh as he parsed out through the information the energy had left him with. This time he'd gotten the information for the two next time-jumps, which meant, Danny could get ahead of this for once and finally catch Mr. Wayne before he could jump again.

With a steadying intake of breath, Danny took out the Infiniv-map and set his destination before he let himself follow through. As he got through he could hear a bunch of different voices, all talking over each other.

"-distortions mean what I think it-"

"-not fair!"

"-time is breaking-"

"-only leave his body once he's dead."

Danny paid no mind as he locked eyes on Mr. Wayne who was lying in Wonder Woman's arms, in a black bodysuit, looking worse for the wear. The same energy as before was emanating from him, though this time it was even stronger. Danny approached carefully, invisible before he put a hand onto Mr. Wayne's chest and concentrated on drawing all the energy into himself. It wasn't like the other times, the flow was faster and he was having trouble staying focused as more and more flew into him. His brows scrunched in concentration, and unbeknownst to him, the invisibility dropped.

All the heroes in the room turned to look at the suddenly appearing white-haired teen who had a hand on Batman's chest. As they stared in confusion, the teen started to glow. It grew brighter and brighter before everyone had to shield their eyes as there was a pulse of bright light that died down almost immediately after. Wonder Woman had to blink the spots out of her vision as she felt the weight in her arms start to shift and let out a groan. "Bruce!"

She set him down and helped him put his head between his knees, as she gently stroked his back. Superman settled on his other side while Red Robin just sat in front of him, still half-believing Bruce was really back.

"What happened?" Bruce mumbled. "The omega radiation, I thought-"

"I'd like to know that too," Green Lantern said before he turned towards the glowy kid who was still blinking his eyes as if to chase away afterimages.

"His energy signature is the same as Darkseid," Raven said, her own eyes having not left the teenager since he had appeared.

"You don't mean..." started Superman as all the heroes turned to look at the kid slowly. The latter finally looked up as if sensing he was the focus of many eyes and cringed as he met the combined stares of the Justice League.

"Yes," Raven answered. "This is Darkseid's son."

[horrorobsessor]

[torantuga]

quick ass doodle but

i just really wanna see his reaction to todays episode's ending

[ghost-106]

I feel like if willy had opened Ao3 one time he would’ve picked a VERY different name for the omega dads (also at least one of the kids definitely knew and made fun of him abt it behind his back)