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Anyways, I’ve seen a post or two about Lance as a dad, and like
that’s cute!
Reminded me that I have thought abt him being a dad before. And that I literally have a headcanoned look about how he’d eventually change his GOD AWFUL (affecitonately) hairstyle once he settled down. (i love him, but holy shit his hair’s so hard to draw and for WHAT.)
Originally, i was gonna do a lot of drawings of Lance as a dad, but turns out I got too fixiated on Maverick and his interactions with other people, so oopsie daisy!
First drawing showcases Maverick, Lance, Sam, Bo, and Allan! (Lance, Sam, and Bo going thru a couple of hairstyle changes due to either maturing/realizing that keeping up that look is a pain in the ass)
Lance is referred to as “Mom” or “Old Man.” (Mom being after Bo jokingly told Maverick he could refer to Lance as ‘mom’. Lance does not care that much)
He’s definitely the worrywart parent. Bro reads up on all of the parenting books, and constantly overthinks what maverick does.
Sam is referred to as “daddyio” cuz he thought it was funny at first. He semi-regrets teaching Maverick that behavior.
Same attends ALL of Maverick’s school events if Allan isn’t. He also allows Maverick to do anything he wants (within reason).
Bo’s referred to as dad! This is because Allan, despite knowing Bo played little part in Maverick’s life, would constantly refer to Bo as “your dad” when talking to Maverick.
Speaking of playing little part in Maverick’s life, Bo was hesitant on adopting a kid in the first place. In response to tht anxiety and stress, he kept his distance from the house and the kid. Not really becoming super active until Maverick started school.
He also let Maverick try alcohol ONCE, in order to prevent him from doing it out of curiousity in the future. (It was a tiny sip and Maverick hated it)
Allan’s called papa. Bo constantly makes those “johnny johnny” jokes, to allan’s dismay.
Unlike any of the other dads, Allan actually raises Maverick. Proper punishment (not anything like child abuse, mostly lectures and life lessons. Gentle parenting.) Allan would’ve taught Maverick proper behavior, if it weren’t for the fact that the kid bonded more with Bo (surprisingly.)
the origin of calling lance “mom”^^
Maverick: Do I have a mom?
Bo: Nah, but you can call Lance “mom” if you wanna.
Maverick, a little later, hugging Lance: I love you, mom!
Lance, confused, but accepting: mom??
Maverick interacting with the Castle Village + Pelican town guild members! (Varying ages)
captions vv
Camilla: Well, look at that, Barabell! Never thought you’d be a family man!
Bo: I’m not.
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Magnus: I caught your kid trying to break into my home.
Lance: Magnus, please stop holding him like that.
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Marlon, after discovering Maverick in the mines: Where are your parents?-
Maverick: UP YOURS OLD MAN
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Maverick: u smell like farts
Alesia, calming down Isaac: Just ignore him, Isaac.
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Maverick: hi uncle jadu
Jadu, at the top of the Castle Village outpost with Maverick: kid how tf did you get up here
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Maverick, handing Alesia a flower: my dad told me to treat all ladies nicely so here’s a flower, miss alesia
Alesia: Oh! Well, thank you, Maverick.
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Maverick: burn the tower down
Morgan, who just got finished shwoing Maverick a trick with fire: uhm..
^^Maverick interacting with the first slash members (they babysit him sometimes)
captions:
Jolyne: Your kid’s safe with us, Lance!
Maverick: hi aunt jolyne
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Jolyne: Now, what to feed you...
Maverick: rocks!
Jolyne: I’m not feeding you rocks.
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two arrows point at drake and maverick, claiming that they’re “smashing sea shells”
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Maverick, with a wooden sword and (lended) blue cape: I’m like one of you guys now!
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Maverick, after watching Edmund make a life elixir: Now make one that explodes!
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Maverick, holding a nearly broken, wooden sword: My sword’s super good too, right??
Gale: Sure thing, little buddy.
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Drake, crying and holding Maverick, saying goodbye to him: I’LL MISS YOU, MAV!!
Maverick: Bye, Mr. Drake! I’ll see you later!
Brianna: drake, c’mon..
Bo: is he gonna stop soon?
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I would’ve drawn some with the regular townsfolk, too, but I got lazy. So instead, here’s a written description of how Maverick interacts with other people.
Cain and Jack- They had to get a cabin on the farm, since the main house got too crowded. These two are basically like uncles, cousins, or even older brothers to Maverick! Very close with him, usually end up babysitting him.
Abigail- These two are super close. Maverick calls her “aunt abby,” too. She matches his chaotic energy really well, and she’s typically the one to take him out on mini adventures when she babysits him.
Sebastian- they’re close, but whenever seb babysits they sort of sit in silence. it’s like the one uncle you know, and will come over often, but you two are so difference it makes everything awkward.
Sophia- maverick goes down to the other farms a lot, typically sophia’s or marnie’s (sophia’s more frequently). a lot of the time, she’ll end up giving him freshly picked fruit when it’s harvest season. maverick will sometimes slip up and refer to her as “sister”
Victor and Olivia- oh my god it’s actually insane how close these two are to maverick. Olivia treats him as her own granson, sometimes. Hell, victor even refers to Maverick as his nephew. As much as Bo and Allan discourage spoiling Mav whenever he’s over at their house, Olivia ESPECIALLY can’t help it.
Vincent, Jas, Leo, and Morgan- These four end up hanigng out with maverick more frequently, despite being older than him by a load. (I mean, Maverick’s only about 6-7 in the picture with morgan.) Vincent takes on a joking uncle role, despite maverick considering him more like an older brother if anything. despite the teenagers’ usual hijinks and shenanigans, Maverick’s parents trust them to make the right decisions when he’s around.
As for Maverick’s technical family
Jodi and Kent were OVER THE MOON when they learned Sam had finally settled down to the point of adopting a son. These two love Maverick to DEATH and Jodi treats him like any other grandmother- Fresh cooking and regular perfume-suffocating hugs. Kent, after adjusitng more to the valley, has even started acting like a grandpa with maverick. Taking him out for walks and asking for help on the word searches in the daily paper.
Lance’s parents, unsurprisingly, were also ecstatic to learn he also settled down. I mean absolutely THRILLED. I know we don’t know much about Lance’s parents, but I feel like he’s on good terms with them. So much so where Lance took Maverick to a Castle village festival, once he was old enough (about gradeschool age) and had Camilla’s permission just so his parents could meet their grandchild. Despite Lance’s dad being a cold-as-stone adventurer, even he couldn’t help but shed a tear upon seeing his first-ever (and probably only) grandchild. As for Lance’s mom? Absolutely bawling. Wrapped Maverick in a hug and WOULD NOT let go. Lance had to pry him out of her arms after he realized Maverick was starting to get uncomfortable. Needless to say, Lance’s parents will be expecting more frequent visits (and will be requesting more visits)
Bo had told Rodney about the new arrival, and Rodney was ASTONISHED. Shocked, jaw-dropped, in awe, surprised, almost had a heart attack kind of deal. Never did he see Bo getting with someone and having a kid. They had face timed, and for about 30 minutes, Rodney had got to talk with Maverick before the kid had gotten distracted with something else. There were multiple mentions of how Amelia would’ve been so proud to know she had grandchildren on not only her actual son’s side, but also her adoptive son’s side. The rest of the barabell family were shocked, too, but Bo’s cousins were more impressed. Nadia and Lux had gone out of their way to visit just so they could check it out for themselves. (They had a blast talking with Maverick, who would not shut up about everything he knows, and all of the funny stories he had to share about adventurers)
There’s one more “technical” family member that had heard the news about Maverick, and it was the scientist from Northmill that Bo had considered his dad. Their communication was on and off, but they still met up a couple of times each year to talk. As soon as Misty, the scientist in question, had learned about Maverick, he was really happy. A reaction such as “That’s amazing, Bo! Would you mind if I referred to him as my grandson? I’m not sure how close we are,” etc, etc. As soon as Maverick was brought to actually meet Misty, the two clicked really fast. The old loon had gone on and on about the stars and space while Maverick CONSISTENTLY talked about race cars. To Bo, it sounded like two asylum patients talking to each other, but they looked happy, so who’s he to judge?
that’s sorta it
yay! maverick’s such a fun lil guy. i’ve had this dude running circles in my head for a while now. i hope you guys like him as much as i do.
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shoto’s been staring at you for a good 5 minutes now.
you’d figured he was zoning out about three minutes in but then you looked up from your homework at him and he smiled at you, that cute little loverboy smile he does that have your legs feeling like jelly and has your heart push against your chest like it wants to escape.
okay so he wasn’t zoning out. then what is it ? did you have something on your face ? was he waiting for you to say something ?
"is there something on my face ?" you blurt out, already wiping at your chin and around your mouth
he blinks, registering your question and his eyebrows furrow lightly “no, there isn’t.” he answers curtly. reaching his colder hand up to pull your hand away from your face. you’re so much more confused now that you fail to realize he held onto your hand for a moment longer than necessary.
“so then why are you staring at me ?”
he lightly tilts his head to side at that, looking at you questioningly “ why should i not be looking at you ? does it bother you ?”
“wh—no no !” you sputter, he’s flipped the tables on you now “ i was just wondering what was up because you’ve been staring for..a while now” you trail off, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. his eyes widen just a fraction and you think maybe you got it all wrong somehow and he was zoning out, but then he’s lowering his head in shame “i’m sorry, yn. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with my staring..” he apologizes.
you’re frantic, shaking your head so hard you fear you’ll twist your neck and waving your hands hurriedly “ no, no, no ! it’s okay, sho ! you didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything !” you feel relieved when the tension on his face dissolves the slightest bit “ i was just curious, that’s all” you sigh, your arms fly back next to you because you feel like your sweating buckets and you really don’t want him seeing pit stains.
he hums like he’s thinking about something then suddenly a small smile breaks onto his face and you feel like you’ve been hit dead on by a semi truck. shoto todoroki’s ability to be so effortlessly pretty is and will forever be an enigma to you. “ i like looking at you” he starts “ whenever you do mundane things like studying, you always have this look on your face. i like it, i think it’s cute.”
okay, so turns he was out to kill you.
“ i-i do ?” he responds with a simple “mhm”. you feel like you’re sweating a lot more.
“oh.” is all you say. it’s all you can say because what the hell were you supposed to say ?!
shoto doesn’t look all that bothered by it, cool as usual, simply opting to keep staring at you. you fiddle with your fingers for a bit before you lift your head up to meet his unwavering stare “ i—uhm—thank you.” you whisper. he shakes his head “don’t thank me, you don’t have to. if you want me to stop, i can try to.”
he can try to. you feel like you’re losing your mind.
you’re way beyond flustered now. todoroki’s not a man of many words but when he does use them it throws you for a complete loop, you feel like you’re on a rollercoaster. “no that’s fine.” you answer meekly.
“you’re sure ?” you nod and he hums. “okay then, if you don’t mind.”
“it’s fine” you confirm, feeling your face heat up. “i like looking at you, too.”
you definitely like looking at the handsome smile that forms on his face from your words.
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vincible | mark grayson x gn!reader (fluff)
alright since you all asked so kindly here's the fluff from my last hc 🫶🏾 :
cw: slightly suggestive but nothing nsfw. that's all :D
"why's it looking at me like that?"
the two of you are in bed and with his weight pinning you down, you find it hard to concentrate on what he means.
your head's all fuzzy with the way he's been drowning you in kisses. he kisses you like it might be his last chance to do so: sweet, languid until they melt into something more feral. the way his costume hugs his body doesn't exactly help your concentration, either.
your body's warm as it soaks up his body heat - he's like a fucking furnace - and it yearns. . no. . demands for his attention. you ignore him, making a soft, impatient sound that sounds more like a whine as you try to guide his lips back onto yours.
however, he keeps his head turned to your right, staring at a spot on your bed and says, "what're you lookin' at, huh?"
you pull back, confused, then follow his line of vision.
finally, you see what he sees: a stuffed animal perched against your pillow.
you watch as mark squints at the toy, then, tilts his head and scoffs in indignation as if it's just hurled an insult his way.
"what'd you say?" mark sits up and away from you, puffing out his chest.
the plushie stares at mark with big, black, empty eyes.
you stare up at mark, confused, as he carries on his one sided beef with your plushie.
"they cuddle you while im not here?"
mark crawls over to your plushie and grabs it by its soft neck, his fingers wrapping around the entirety. he pulls it close, putting his nose right up against the toy's. "you wanna say that again, tough guy? don't you know who i am?"
"mark, what're you doing -" you giggle, leaning back on your elbows to watch the ridiculous display before he shushes you.
"hey, you stay out of this. i'll deal with you later." he snaps before turning his attention back to the toy. "oh, you don't care? well, let's see if you care about this -"
mark suddenly shoves the toy into his face.
he flops down atop your bed, wildly flailing with one hand while the other mushes the plushie against his face. he's comically good at it, too, looking like he's being mauled by some feral cat.
he's only emboldened by your uncontrollable laughter: grunting with effort as he rolls over the stuffy and delivers a few blows. even making his own sound effects before he rolls onto his back, your toy gaining the upper hand once again.
this time, he sits the toy atop his face and flails like he's being suffocated. eventually, his body falls limp. the hand that isn't holding the toy upright falling limply at the side of your bed.
your plushie's fought dirty and won.
"i dunno, mark," you manage to say between hiccuping laughs, "you seem pretty vincible to me."
"very funny." comes his muffled voice from beneath the toy. he sits up, stuffy still in hand as he fixes you with an accusatory glare. "laugh. yeah, laugh, while your boyfriend's being mercilessly beaten."
he crawls closer and he thrusts the toy in your direction, waving it side to side by the back of the neck, holding it at arm's length like he's afraid it'll attack him. "i guess you want him now, don't you?"
you raise a brow. "don't misgender my plushies, grayson."
mark retracts the plushie and flips it upside down, looking at its bottom. "oh, right."
you let out a chortle of laughter and he's on you in seconds: pinning you down and smushing the plushie against your face, making kissy sounds while you breathlessly beg him to stop.
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I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.
Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.
And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.
Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.
They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.
When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.
Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.
When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.
"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.
"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.
Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.
Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.
Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.
When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.
Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.
because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far
when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)
danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.
and god help him, he's going to help people.
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