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sageofgrief · 3 months

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"i love my dads"

︱ shu yamino x claude clawmark [clawmino] , clawmino are your dads , overworked and sick reader , they take care of you

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you waltzed into the living room with your backpack full of books and laptop, you've been so overworked this past month because of exams and you so conviently also got sick because of one of your classmates. your eyelids slowly start to close and then you were off to dreamland.

as you were in the slumber, one of your dads, claude, walks into the living room and sees the scene. he walks up to the couch and sits down with you, putting his hand on your forehead, "poor thing..." he whispered under his breath. he decided to take matters into his own hands and take care of you for the rest of the weekend, he sat you up and took your backpack off and set it on the ground, right as he was doing this, shu walks in humming, "...hm? what's wrong with them?" shu rushed to your side, "they're overworked, shu.. i mean have you seen them all month? they've been at it nonstop..." claude explained as shu puts his palm on your forehead, "you take them to bed, i'll go make tea" shu assembled a plan. despite both of them being strong and having muscly arms, claude liked carrying you more because it reminded him of when you were a little baby and he would just never let you go, it almost makes him emotional everytime he princess carries you. now that you were in university and have your own dorm, you're always busy and rarely home. shu knew what he was doing when he asked claude to carry you up to your bedroom.

one arm went under your legs and the other just below your shoulder, on your back. claude princess carried you upstairs and gently set you down on the bed. he strokes your hair, moving it out of your face. everytime he strokes your hair it reminds him of the times when you were little and your 2 dads would sit on the edge of your bed and sing you songs to help you sleep, having 2 dads that can both sing definitely had alot of pros. sometimes when you were little and walking past their bedroom, you could hear shu practice singing your favorite songs to sing you to sleep tonight.

shu walked in with a tray with a cup of tea and a thermometer, he walked closer to the bed and set the tray down on your bedside table, "don't you miss this?" shu chuckled and he sat right behind claude, rubbing his shoulders. "im happy they're working hard to chase their dreams, but yea sometimes i do just miss family time.." claude answered. as the two were talking, your eyes slowly open to see them. they both smile warmly at you, "morning, sleepyhead.." claude greeted you, "hun, it's 6pm.." shu nerded, to which claude looked at him with a look. you laughed at the two and sat up, "anyway.. have some tea, sweetie" claude looked back to you and gave you the warm cup of tea, "thanks, dad.." you coughed out and drank the warm liquid. it was just what you needed.

shu scooted on the bed to sit next to you, and you instinctively layed the side of your head on his shoulder. claude smiled warmly at the both of you and pulled out his phone to snap a picture, "daaad... really?" you rolled your eye jokingly, shu just laughed and striked up a peace sign. "yeeees really" claude laughed as he took the picture commemorate this cute moment.

lowkey need another njsj writer to write clawmino as fathers too😭🫳 i love them..

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji #nijisanji en #claude clawmark #claude clawmark x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #claude clawmark x shu yamino #nijisanji writer #healerzali writes

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starlitangels · 6 months

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Costumes

I missed my children OMG it feels so nice to have them back 1.9k words

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"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Natalie shouted. Her little feet thundered down the stairs. She had excitement in her voice but David still looked up in concern. "Look, look, look!"

She ran into view around the corner.

"Ta-daaa!" She spun in a circle.

Oh, thank God, David thought.

His six-year-old daughter was standing in a black-and-white checkered overall dress with a white shirt underneath and her red rain boots. Her hair had been pulled into a pair of pigtail braids. There was a basket on her arm.

The obvious clue of her costume was the vibrant red cape with the hood pulled up and bobby-pinned to her hairline.

His mate had, once again, outdone themself. Not that he was surprised. They loved dressing the kids up for Halloween. And them being them, always had to be Extra™ about it.

"You look so good, Natty!" David said with a small smile.

She giggled and ran at him, leaping for a hug. David caught her and hoisted her up to sit her on his hip.

"Are you excited to wear your costume to school today?"

She nodded so hard it seemed like she'd almost throw her hood off even with the bobby pins. "Uh-huh! It's gonna be so fun!" She balled her fist in the chest of David's shirt. "Guess what Gabe's going as!"

David leaned closer to her, conspiratorially (as if his mate hadn't told him months ago). "Who?" he asked quietly.

Natty giggled again. "I'll give you a hint! It goes with my costume."

David pursed his lips. "Hmm... who are you for Halloween again?"

His baby laughed. "Daaaaaddy! I'm Little Red Riding Hood!"

"Oh! Of course." He booped the end of her little nose. She squeaked through her giggling. God, she took after his mate. "So then I'm guessing Gabriel is... a loaf of bread."

She shook her head—her whole body following with the enthusiasm of the movement. "Nooooo!"

"Is your brother... a cookie?"

She shook again. "No!"

"Hmm... is he the grandmother?"

She squealed with laughter. "No!"

"Well, then, I'm stumped."

"Daaaaaddy!" Natalie protested. "It's not that hard!"

At that moment, another set of footsteps thundered down the stairs. "Rrraaawwwrrr!" Eight-year-old Gabriel tore into the room in a button-down plaid flannel and jeans. There were tufts of fake fur glued to his hands and the sides of his face, all disappearing under his shirt. He had some fake teeth in his mouth. His face had been dusted in a slight layer of paint to match the fake fur better and the end of his nose had been blackened in a triangle with some face paint.

Natalie shrieked in delight and squirmed in David's hold to put her dad between her and her brother.

"I am the Big, Bad Wolf!" Gabriel cried, trying to growl and failing through the fake plastic teeth in his mouth.

David chuckled quietly. "You will be one day," he said.

Gabriel preened. "I know! I'm excited."

"I'm gonna be even bigger!" Natalie teased.

Gabriel blew a raspberry. "No you won't! You're a girl!"

Natalie growled—more successfully than her brother if David was honest—and moved to lunge for her brother. David held her tighter to him. "Nope," he said. "You're not going to ruin your costumes before you get to school."

"Daaad! He's being mean to me!" Natalie protested.

"Gabriel. Be nice to Natalie. Natalie, no tackling your brother while you're both dressed up."

Natalie bared her teeth in a childish snarl at Gabriel. Who tried to do the same around the plastic ones in his mouth.

David's mate made it down the stairs at that point. Bits of face paint stained their fingertips where they'd been helping Gabriel. They smiled at the sight of Natalie fighting to free herself from David's hold to attack her brother. David met his mate's eyes. They smiled.

"Alright you two," David said with the quiet, firm, but loving authority of a man who'd been an alpha long before he was a father. "Let's get in the car."

Gabriel grabbed his backpack and David gave both the kids their lunchboxes after setting Natalie back on her feet. They both went running for David's mate's car—where Natalie's car seat and Gabriel's booster seat were buckled in. David and his mate put the kids in their seats and piled into the car to drive them to school.

Natalie filled the whole five-minute drive with rambling. Guessing what her classmates were gonna be dressed up as, expressing excitement for Trick-or-Treating, and so on. Another normal morning for the Shaw family.

When they got to the school and started getting the kids out of their seats, a familiar little voice "Rawr"ed from nearby.

Gabriel leapt from his booster seat in time to collide with Evelyn—who was dressed as Spider-Man. Asher was laughing a couple cars down the drop-off lane as he shut the back door to his mate's car. He jogged over while Gabriel and Evelyn wrestled. Gently, so they didn't mess up their costumes. Asher leaned against David's mate's car with his arms folded.

"I never want them to grow up," he said softly. "They've grown up enough. They can stop now."

David couldn't help but chuckle in quiet, bittersweet agreement. "Yeah," he agreed.

"Uncle Aaaaash!" Natalie exclaimed, barreling into Asher's legs for a hug.

"Oof! There's that strong girl!" Asher said, bending and scooping her into the air while she screamed in excitement. She kicked her legs. "How are you doing, Natty?"

"Put me down!"

Asher kissed the top of Natalie's hood and set her down. David's mate caught her hand before she could run off. They smiled at David. "I'll walk her to her classroom. Make sure Gabriel gets inside?"

"Of course."

They nodded and handed Natalie her tiny backpack and lunchbox before walking off holding her hand.

David and Asher watched the two of them go. Gabriel and Evelyn kept wrestling, like they didn't even notice.

"You ever wonder if we made the right choice?" Asher asked.

"Meaning?"

"Sending them to normal elementary school. Instead of the same school Lily, Danny, and Micah go to?" Despite Asher still being Asher, he'd improved a bit at not breaching covert in public.

"No. I don't wonder. Both of our mates thought it was important for our kids to have some normal schooling before puberty. And now that they're here, I agree with them both. I think it's done our kids a lot of good."

Asher sighed. "Just don't want to break their hearts when they go to middle school and lose all their friends."

David leveled a look at Asher that was so full of sarcasm it would have frightened a lesser wolf. "I don't think our girls could lose their friends if their friends wanted them to," David said. "Or have you not noticed we've got the most gregarious girls in the pa—family?"

Asher laughed. "Touché," he said. "And good point." Asher shoved off David's mate's car and snatched Evelyn around the waist. "Nuh-uh-uh, Ev. No pulling on Gabriel's costume."

Evelyn growled, her warm black curls shaking in the weak autumn morning sunlight.

"C'mon, my little monster. Let's get you to your classroom."

Evelyn snapped her teeth playfully at her dad, who wasn't fazed and just laughed.

Gabriel turned to David with wide eyes. The same green as David's own. "Time to go already?" he asked.

"Yeah. But today's gonna be fun. You're gonna have a good time and you'll be home before you know it." David grabbed Gabriel's backpack and lunchbox and handed them to his son. Gabriel shimmied his backpack onto his shoulders and held a hand out.

David took it and walked Gabriel to class.

Gabriel hugged David around the middle before going into his classroom. David passed a friendly wave to Gabriel's teacher before going back to the car. Asher waved to him before driving off himself.

David waited for his mate to come back. "Ash is right," David said to his mate when they returned from dropping off Natty at her classroom.

"That's rare coming from you. About what?"

"The kids are getting too big. They need to stop growing up now."

David's mate gave him a smile. "Awww. Sappy. It's sweet." They popped a kiss on his jaw and went to get in the car.

David climbed in as well. "I just don't want to miss any of this. One day they're gonna be teenagers and they're gonna hate us."

"You think so?"

"Isn't that what teenagers do?"

"I didn't. Did you?"

David thought about his dad. "... No."

His mate shrugged. "Then maybe we'll get lucky."

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Ten Years Later...

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"Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!" Natalie ran down the stairs, a beaming smile on her face. Micah Collins and Danny Greer close on her heels. All three were dressed up. Natalie had on a black cloak and purple, gothic dress with fake fangs in her mouth.

David looked up from his laptop on the kitchen counter. "What is it?"

"Micah's uncle is gonna come pick us up and we're gonna take Rose Trick-or-Treating, if that's okay." Natalie pointed over her shoulder. Micah's vibrant cyan pixie cut had been sprayed white. She looked supremely out-of-character, dressed as a fairy. The glitter and the short pink-and-green dress contrasted with her claw scars from shifter wrestling.

David raised his eyebrows. "Did you ask—"

"Yes, yes. Your mate said yes, Uncle Milo and his mate said yes. Micah's parents said yes. Micah's uncle said yes," Natalie said. "Just hoping for you." She gave him an anticipatory smile.

David gave his daughter a small grin. "Then go ahead."

Natalie beamed and bounced a little in excitement. "Thanks Dad!" she rushed forward and kissed his cheek around the fake fangs in her mouth. "I've got my phone. We'll be back by ten!"

Micah and Danny both grabbed at her arms and the three of them all rushed out of the house, talking excitedly and clinging to one another. Danny tripped over his Superman cape. Natalie and Micah caught him. "Love you!" Natalie shouted over her shoulder. The front door shut behind them right as David caught a glimpse of Vincent Solaire's Porsche SUV parked on the curb.

The three climbed into the SUV. Micah in the front, Danny and Natalie with Rose in the back.

Vincent gave David a wave. David returned it before the car drove off.

David's mate appeared. "Natty and her Musketeers leave?"

"That would have been a good costume for them this year," David deadpanned. "Yeah. Vincent just picked them up."

His mate nodded. "Good thing Rose is eleven and still can Trick-or-Treat so those three can 'supervise'," his mate remarked, perching on his lap. He wrapped his arms around them and rested his forehead on their arm. Their other hand played with his hair.

Upstairs, Gabriel was yelling at Evelyn and Lily while the three played a video game together.

David felt his mate rest their cheek on his head. "Wanna go downstairs and watch a movie?"

David blinked. "Sure. Which one?"

"That one that scares Gabriel."

"Guaranteeing we get a couple hours alone, angel?" he asked, almost teasing.

"I plead the fifth," they replied, sliding off his lap.

With a low growl, David pursued his laughing mate down the stairs.

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Tag list: @zozo-01 @pinksparkl @arialikestea @shellssstuff

#Pups AU #Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted David #Redacted Angel #Natalie Shaw #Gabriel D. Shaw #Redacted Audio #Starlit Fic #featuring #Asher #Evelyn Talbot

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fluffyficsanddreams · 3 months

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Still My Little Boy

Summary: Teenaged Michael thinks he's too cool for something as "childish as tickling"... William thinks that is an absolutely heinous crime, and eventually, a certain little brother decides to join in.

This was requested by anon, so whoever you are, I hope you enjoy this!!

It was about 7:30 in the evening at the Afton household when a loud slam was heard throughout the house. That was the front door, slammed by William's oldest son who had just returned from a hangout with his friends. Michael groaned, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the living room. Unbeknownst to his family, he had just fought with his buddies—and it wasn't just that usual argument you have over ice cream flavors or music taste. After that fight, he wasn't sure he'd talk to his friends again.

Michael jumped as he saw his father walk into the room, a confused expression on his face, alerted by the door slam. "Michael? You said you'd be back at 9, it's only 7. Did something happen?" William asked, taking off his rubber gloves that he used while he worked downstairs on whatever new mechanic parts. Michael swallowed, not wanting to tell his father about what had just went down between him an his friends—why should he? That was his business, after all—but William couldn't help feeling concerned at the anxious expression on Michael's face. Walking toward his son, William placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Mike, what's wrong? You can trust me, alright?" He asked again, but Michael stayed silent, not making eye contact with his father. He was born stubborn, and once he was set on not doing something, he absolutely refused to do that thing—and William knew that. Although... his father was aware of one time-tested method to get things out of his son...

William chuckled and took Michael into his signature dad-hug, and his son exhaled, letting himself relax a little in his father's embrace. "Mike, I can tell when you're upset. I promise, you can tell me anything." William murmured, rubbing his son's back with a comforting hand. Michael, being his stubborn self, still refused to open his mouth.

"Michaael... you know what happens when you don't tell me somethiiiing." William cooed, to which Michael tilted his head to look up at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?" He asked, and his father actually chuckled. "Don't tell me you forgot about the ol' tickle monster, didja?" William asked, a smirk on his face. Michael groaned and rolled his eyes, shoving at his father's hands. "Daaad, you know I'm too old for that dumb stuff." His son sighed, to which William placed a hand on his chest and gasped in mock surprise. "Whatever on Earth are you talking about? You're never too old for that 'dumb stuff', since you'll always be my baby boy." William replied dramatically, and he began to poke and prod at Michael's sides. The teen started to squirm in his father's arms, tiny half-stifled snickers escaping him.

"Hmmm... I thought you were too old for your dad's tickles, you shouldn't be affected!" William teased, scribbling 8 fingers over Michael's lower sides. "Pfftdahahahad! Nahahahaha!" His son broke into a fit of laughter, writhing in his father's grasp. William had to hold on a little more than he'd used to, as Mike had naturally grown stronger with age—but that, of course, didn't stop him. "Dahahahahad! St-stohohop!" The teen protested, feeling his legs giving way as the tickling weakened him, resorting to holding himself up by leaning against William which eventually led to the two basically melting to the floor. "I'm not stopping until you tell me what's wrong!"

Now laying on the floor, Michael kicked out his feet as William continued his tickle-monster attack, poking at his son's stomach rapidly with a couple fingers, causing Mike to snort between laughs—one of his signature things, his family could recognize Michael's snorts from a mile away.

Due to this, Michael's younger brother walked into the room having heard all the noise. Evan looked astonished at what was unfolding on the floor, as he'd never seen his tough, brash older brother laughing so hard. He giggled, approaching the scene. "Papa, what's going on?" Evan asked, a wide, amused smile on his face. William looked up at his second son with a smirk as he continued to tickle his oldest to bits. "Well, he may not have ever told you, but your brother here is ridiculously ticklish."

"AHAHaham noHOHot!" Michael shouted in protest, cut off by his own cackle as William vibrated his fingers into his stomach. Evan giggled, walking toward his brother and sitting next to him on the floor.

“You know, Mikey, I think I should get you back for all those times you tickled me,” He spoke, to which his older brother shot his eyes open at him and tried to glare at him before squeezing them shut again in his laughter. “Dahahohohon’t you DAHAHARE!” Michael threatened, Evan not at all intending to listen to him and sitting up by his head, shoving his hands into his brother’s underarms, earning a screech and newfound cackles.

William winked at his second son with a chuckle. “You see, bud, what you wanna do is scribble all your fingers at the same time, like this.” Their father suggested, showing Evan what he was talking about by scribbling 8 fingers between Michael’s ribs, causing the teen to arch his spine as far as it could go before crashing back down again. Evan nodded eagerly, a bright smile on his face as he imitated what William had just shown him in his older brother’s armpits, not expecting the loud shrieking that came out of Michael’s mouth. He was almost alarmed, but he shrugged it off when he saw how brightly his brother was smiling and laughing. It was a rare sight, but Evan and William both wished that they could see it more.

“Okay, Evan, do you want to see something cool?”

“Yeah!”

Michael’s eyes shot open once again as he immediately realized what his father was referring to. “Nonononono! Don’t, please don’t!” He begged, nervous giggling pouring past his lips already. William pretended to think about for a moment, holding a hand to his chin.

“Hmm… let’s see… no!” His father replied mischievously before pulling Michael’s shirt up, and taking a deep breath…

“PBBPHBPPBBT!”

“YAAAHAHAHAHA!”

Michael actually screamed before letting out the loudest cackles Evan had ever heard. William’s signature thing was raspberries, of course! Evan knew that from his own experiences. Now Michael was practically a red-faced, cackling, snorting puddle.

“OKAY! OHOHOHOKAHAY! I GIHIVE UP! I’LL TEHEHELL YOU!” The teen finally screeched, and William lifted his hands from his son’s body and let Michael out from underneath his grip. Evan giggled as he watched his older brother gasping for breath, his face flushed red and sweat beaded on his forehead. “Mikey, we should do that more.” Evan smiled, to which Mike shot a glare at him and growled, “Shut it.” He was trying to be intimidating, but the wobbly smile that split his face gave him away completely.

“Hey, be nice to your brother. Now, tell me what was wrong.” William prompted, placing a hand on his oldest’s shoulder. Michael exhaled, having regained most of his composure, and recounted some of the fight he’d had to his father.

“I’m sorry, bud. But hey, friends come and go. Just know that I’ll always be here for ya, alright? Your old man loves you.” William told him, taking him into a gentle hug. Michael exhaled in his embrace, wrapping his own arms around his dad. The teen felt his younger brother hug him from behind, and a small smile crossed his face.

He wouldn’t trade these moments for the world.

#sfw tickle community #tickle fic #tickle fluff #lee!michael #ler!william #ler!evan #fnaf tickles #requested

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gayvampyr · 1 year

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#ill probably stop at 10 #and then do a mega match #polls #vine

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dreamcatcher-faux · 11 months

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You are my daaad~ You're my dad! Boogie woogie oogie!

#faux art ✨️#welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home project #welcome home au #welcome home swap au #welcome class au #welcome home home #eye contact #humanoid home #?#object head home #is more accurate #home: autism be damned my kid can work a grill 🤗#frank:

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arcadekitten · 10 months

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Extremely random but would Rune be the kinda dad to misuse slang in front of Ryo and his friends just to embarass him-

Oh totally! Rune would definitely embarrass his son on purpose (and sometimes on accident), causing Ryo to groan "Daaad you're embarrassing me!" which would then cause Rune to put on a big playful show of "You're...embarrassed by me? 🥺 Your father? Who created you and raised you all on his own??? 🥺 My little boy....doesn't love his father anymore? 🥺🥺🥺"

Which would then in turn cause Ryo to go over and give him a hug and they'd laugh the whole thing off!

#rune #ryo #ask

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kineticpenguin · 10 months

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It's genuinely amazing how blind parents are to cause and effect, e.g.

Parent: I am going to encourage my kid to live a healthy life by denying their requests for treats with the excuse that they will make them fat, and being fat is bad. It is very important that you never become fat. Don't be a pig!

Kid: Got it! Fat people are disgusting! I will never be fat! Also I'm like 5 and have only learned that being fat is bad, I have zero agency in my diet and I eat whatever is available and I can tolerate when I feel hungry. You are going to mistake this for nutritional discipline! Eeew, the neighbor kid is fat!

Neighbor kid: This kid keeps calling me fat. I'm not fat! Daaad!

Neighbor dad: hey. Your kid keeps calling my kid fat. Can you get them to knock it off? That's not cool.

Parent: oh my gosh. that's not acceptable in this house. hey Kid, we need to talk.

Kid: what is it

Parent: you shouldn't be mean to people who are fat. they probably cry themselves to sleep every night about how disgusting they are. You need to learn to be nice.

Kid: Wow, you're right! I'm sure I'm going to be really mentally healthy about all of this as an adult!

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dailykeiji · 1 year

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today's keiji is: you are my daaad....... you're my dad! boogie woogie woogie

#your turn to die #yttd #keiji shinogi #gin ibushi #daily keiji

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vindikaetion · 6 months

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Very curious as to what “You are my daaad. You're my dad! Boogie Woogie woogie~” is! :0

HELLO

So the basic premise of this au is that the Berk gang (+ Berkian Jack) discover an egg. They don't realize it's a dragon egg until it hatches, where they find baby Toothless + his sibling. By then the kids are attached, and wonder if they can raise them to be 'good' dragons.

What follows is the kids learning to work together to hide their baby dragon friends who have imprinted on Hiccup and Jack like ducklings. Which eventually becomes hiding multiple dragons when Hookfang, Stormfly, Meatlug, Barf and Belch mistake them for baby dragons since they smell baby toothless on them :P

Over the years the kids become rlly close, but they keep up the pretense of basically bullying Hiccup since he's the most outspoken about dragons/his crazy ideas. In the village, as far as their parents are aware, they hate hiccup. But when they're with their dragons, they're basically family.

Then httyd1 comes around. Hookfang, Stormfly, Meatlug, Barf and Belch get captured during a raid when the kids were in danger. So now, they're basically doing what Hiccup did in the movie. The village has never seen such a talented young class, before 👀

Anyway yeah something something kids breaking generational trauma with love and kindness :P

#httyd #rotg #my stuff #i dunno if ill ever write this #but i love the idea!#hijack

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gothic-thoughts · 5 months

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Formal Introduction

(he's my father fr, so the first fic for him wont be nun freaky)

Aizawa Shouta x Black GN Reader Fluff

FatherAU, HighSchool!Reader(cuz UA duh), Kind of a Drabble

CW: starting a new school, reader has social anxiety, switched perspectives, breathing exercises(brief)

TW: Mini anxiety attack

A/n: (any and all Japanese is either written or confirmed by DeepL. And is also written in Romaji to pronounce)

"Oi. Look at me." I say, caressing their cheek, "You're acting like they're gonna eat you alive."

"Dad, you said that it's a tame class." They whisper aggressively, "They look the opposite of tame to me!"

We take a second peek through the skinny window of the door to see my "tame" class of 20 kids doing everything from standing to talking, some even yelling. Denki, of course.

"Hm, sore wa honto da(that's true), but they'll quiet down when I walk in."

"Daaad"

"You'll be fine."

"What if my quirk's not cool enough?"

My eyebrows raise as my arms cross, "And who cares?"

They shrug, "Wakaranai(don't know). Sorry, I'm just worried. They've been here since the first day and I'm like 3 months late!"

"It's not, besides you're my kid. Who's gonna care how late you are or how cool your quirk is?"

They hit my shoulder making us both chuckle a little at my words.

"Remember to--"

"Yes Aizawa sensei. Only call you 'dad' if absolutely necessary."

"You're gonna make it." I smiled, "You're gonna have to or your mother will kill me."

I opened the door, leading them inside as my class's loud talking turned to murmurs before they disperse, quickly and quietly running back to their assigned seats.

"Ohayougozaimasu(good morning)."

They all bow slightly, "Aizawa sensei, ohayougozaimasu!"

"As you can see, we have a new student joining us today." I look over at them, "Douzo(go ahead)."

(Y/n) plays with their bangs for a little before taking a deep breath.

"Um, I'm (Y/n) and..." They stammer, "...and um I can...."

They visibly freeze, causing a few of the kids to mumble amongst themselves. Come on, you got it. What happened? My angel looked back at me and I tense upon seeing the fiery traces of scarlet in their eyes spread out to overtake their entire iris was red. Their quirk was a combination of mine and their mother who could see 20 feet through anything.

(Y/n)'s quirk being active means I couldn't activate mine and neither could anybody in a 20 foot radius behind the board. I know they're not the best with public speaking but they haven't been this nervous since elementary. I guess I could just point to the back of the room to get them to look away from me, but they have to learn how to control their powers somehow. I look at the class, clearing my throat.

“Karerano onamaewa (Y/n)(Their name is [Y/n]).” I say, leaning back in my chair, “Watashino kodomo desu(My child)."

(Y/n) sighs in relief as their red eyes reduce back to the natural shimmer in the black of their eyes. I sigh, closing my eyes while the class gasps.

"Your child!?"

"You have a kid?!" Ashido yelled.

"How did they survive!?" Kaminari yelled.

"You never told us you had a whole kid, Aizawa sensei" Sero chimed in, "Much less one our age!"

"She's so pretty!" Ururaka gasped.

I sigh, “Is it too late to enroll you somewhere else?”

(Y/n) laughed into their palm, “You won’t be able to watch me.”

“Fair enough.” I facepalm. “Oi, ochitsuite(calm down)! Just because they're my child, doesn’t mean treat them different that anyone else in the hero course. I'm giving you all 5 minutes to get to know them a little before we start."

"Can we see their quirk?!" Kirishima asked.

"What is her quirk?!" Midoriya asked.

"Idiot." Bakugou said, "It's obviously something with her eyes!"

“You can all ask her within the 5 minutes.” I sigh, rolling my eyes, “Dozo(go ahead).”

(Y/n) walks closer to them and I watch as the class welcomes them in with open arms and plenty of questions, mostly ones about me and our home lives. I scan the room, noticing almost everyone was crowded except Bakugou, who was avoiding eye contact completely. I sigh wistfully watching as (Y/n) is overloaded with everybody's names to the point of pointing at them and saying them out loud.

"Alright, alright that's enough." I yawn out, "Give her some breathing room. Kore gara hajimeruzo(we're going to start now); (Y/n), you can sit next to me until we get you a seat."

"Okay."

They jog to the available seat next to my desk. That's better, there's that smile. Just needed a little push. I quickly discard my smile and stand from my desk, waiting for them all to sit down so I can start my lesson.

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Let's run it back

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Formally Introduced

"As you can see, we have a new student joining us today." Dad looks over at me, "Douzo(go ahead)."

I play with my bangs for a couple seconds before taking a deep breath to end the dreadfully awkward silence in the room. I try to speak after that but it was nothing but another breath.

"Um, I'm (Y/n) and..." I stupidly stutter out, "...and um I can...."

I can't. There's so many people. Dammit. I freeze, causing a few of the kids to mumble amongst themselves. Desperate, I look back at my dad and when he tenses up, my heart rate skyrockets. His breathing becomes slightly louder as he tries to get me to copy it's slow speed when his eyes leave mine, looking at his class with a gentle "ahem".

“Karerano onamaewa (Y/n)(Their name is [Y/n]).” He says, leaning back, “Watashino kodomo desu(My child)."

I sigh in relief as my heart rate began to settle, closing my eyes before they fly open at the loud and sudden collective gasp from my new classmates.

"Your child!?"

(A/n): this is kind of an OC too cuz of the quirk i've been thinking of

#mha aizawa #aizawa fluff #aizawa shouta #x black reader #black reader #black writers #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x reader #bnha aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa shota #mha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #aizawa mha #aizawa bnha

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