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pairing - host club x reader

ongoing series, chapter 3

word count - 4,180

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He can sing to me every night it’s so beautiful.

Dance To This Masterlist (Blind! Au) (Service hybrid Au)

(dog-Hybrid! Seokjin x wolf-Hybrid! Namjoon x Blind! Reader)(ft. Cat! Yoongi)

Summary: Seokjin didn’t expect his new potential owner to be blind, but with the threat of being sent to a breeding clinic looming over his head, he’ll do anything. 

Tags: Eventual polyamory, Blindness, Service hybrid au, non-explicit sex, non-physical intimacy, Domestic love, social media au, cuddling, hurt/comfort, mentions of anxiety and depression, allusions to past self-harm, referenced hybrid mistreatment, hybrid abandonment,  

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PART 1: “I got you,”

PART 2: “I won’t tell him about your crush, don’t worry.”

PART 3: “You can always come back,”

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Sequel: Call Me Yours (BTS x Reader) 

Summary: You were happy with your life, with your loving relationship with your hybrids- Seokjin, Namjoon, and Yoongi. But you never would have imagined that more love was hidden right next door, just over your garden fence. Not that human Hoseok will ever get the courage to confess his feeling for you anyway. His hybrids, however- starry-eyed bunny Jungkook, Bratty calico cat Jimin, and shy tiger Taehyung- don’t have any problem at all.

Pairings: (Human! Hoseok) x (Human! reader) x (Wolf hybrid! Namjoon) x (Dog hybrid! Seokjin) x (Cat hybrid! Yoongi) x (Tiger hybrid! Taehyung) x (Bunny hybrid! Jungkook) x (Cat hybrid! Jimin)

Tags: Established relationship, Polyamory, gratuitous fluff, slow-ish burn

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Part 1: BIRDS

Part 2: CHARMING

Part 3: AUDIO

Part 4: PROMISE

Part 5: THE DATE

Part 6:  BURN

Part 7: LOVE BITES

Part 8: DIVIDED 

Part 9: STITCHES

epilogue: TIMELESS

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Erik (the phantom of the opera) has his face burnt off(metaphorically) and i think hes the sexiest man alive and no i will not be taking criticism on this

Hiii

So....

Country Levi AS a little league coach!!

He would be so good at looking after the kids. You'd provide the orange slices and drink. Levi would be so encouraging to the little ones. If they get hurt, he'd clean them and give them first aid treatment. They'd give him hugs and thank him. They'd say at school that Mr Ackerman is their hero 💕

He'd love the little uniforms and would stay up into the night sewing some things on them. You'd sleepily check on him, then help him out a bit because he's so excited about their next game.

He'd be so damn proud when his team wins. Levi isn't pushy, he's all about helping them and pushing them, but having fun is important!

Best part would be him hitting some balls if he's a baseball coach and seeing the kids light up in pure happiness at him hitting the balls very far away.

Jelly hello! This is SO cute and even if you don't know much about baseball how could you not want to help him help the kids?

Modern country Levi would love sports! Maybe not watching them a lot, but playing them! And after you volunteer at the local grade school and here of the budget cuts that include some of the outdoor activities, when you tell Levi about this he has a plan and gets to it!

Boys and girls are welcome, it's okay if they're not great as long as they practice and try, because they'll get better with hard work!

They love seeing you come with him because your snacks are the best! Nice refreshing orange or peach slices, watermelon, cold water. After you find out if any kid has any allergies you put together safe trail mix bags too. Plus sometimes baked goods like cookies or cupcakes. All the sweet "thanks Mrs Ackerman!" has you head over heels in love with all of them and your husband! If they try to rush off with food in their mouth you call out to them to slow down because you won't risk them accidently falling and it's not something they think about.

During practice if one of the kids tries to slide into home and falls a little too hard or someone misses a ball and gets bumped with it instead, Levi always makes everyone take a break to check in with them. First aid kits are always handy and Levi smiles when he sees you've refilled it with colorful tape and superhero band-aids. The kid gets their choice of color and pat on the back. "You did good, but he careful, yeah? Can't have you covered in pink tape." He jokes with them. If you are able to be there and watch you are right there with him helping the kid clean up and dry any tears. "Listen to your coach, he's always got your best in mind." You pass out water bottles and make sure everyone is hydrated and give an extra apple slice to your patient. You suddenly get a hug and have barely pulled away when Levi gets one too. It makes you soft seeing his smile as the kid gets back out there to try again thanks to his encouragement.

Back to those cupcakes? You are all about helping Levi earn money for equipment and uniforms. Bake sales it is! Levi is up with you helping make everything and the next day the kids sit outside busy places to ask passerbys for contributions. They would donate anyway but now that these delicious sweets are involved the kids raise more money then needed. You and Levi are sitting close by keeping an eye on things telling them what a good job they're doing, again handing out water bottles if it's getting to warm and having the kids take turns sitting in the shade with you if it's sunny. You always make extra cupcakes because it's easy to sell out, and this way they can take home any extras, which they love!

Once all the materials come in to make uniforms you're up late with Levi sewing the team name "Scouts" on the front with last names on the back. When you yawn Levi suggests you go to bed. "It's my project really. You've done so much, go to bed."

But you shake your head. You won't hear of it. "You might be the coach but as Mrs coach it is my duty and my right to be tired in the morning to make sure these get done." Levi grins and stops to come over and kiss you and soon you have to gently push him away because otherwise no more uniforms would get personalized tonight.

The kids get so excited at seeing their uniforms for the first time and cheer when you and Levi put yours on as well. They all have shiny new helmets and both you and Levi have a coaches cap. Their parents have all chipped in too so all the kids have new running shoes and extra bats and balls. Everything is coming together nicely!

And Levi is all about the team aspect of the game and having each others backs. And though he likes to win it's not the most important. But that won't stop him from getting excited and jumping up and down with you when one of the kids steals a base or one that kept having trouble hitting the ball gets a good enough one to get to first, and the one that fell trying to slide, now gets the game winner on the same type of play.

Hugs and cheers all around, hoisting kids up on shoulders! But even when they win Levi keeps it quick so they can form a line and show good sportsmenship and shake the other teams hands and tell them good job.

"Quite a team you have here coach." Says coach Smith from the next town over. "Couldn't do it without her." Levi points over to you, while you are telling the kids from coach Smiths team "good game, you played great!"

"Care for a rematch?" He'd play against Levis kids anytime who have been so polite and respectful. "Sure! Maybe we can have a practice one day!"

And then it's off to get pizza and ice cream and the kids form a line to get temporary tattoos and you and Levi put on matching ones too, and everyone takes a group photo, both in their uniforms and later on without hats while you're all celebrating. They want you in there too!

All the kids and parents chip in to get you and Levi something nice as a thank you and put in notes showing their gratitude and you're a sobbing mess and Levi proudly displays the special "words best coach" trophy on his desk.

And when you rent a bus to take a day trip to go play with Coach Smiths team, all the kids insist he and Levi throw and bat against each other and and thrilled at seeing how fast they run and how hard they hit. Everyone tells you to get in there too and while you're not the best, you've learned a thing or two and get a hit in. It's not exactly a homerun like the coaches have been getting, but the kids cheer just as loud at seeing Mrs Ackerman play.

And as you're handing out snacks to both teams members and you're getting twice as many thanks as usual, Levi speaks to Coach Smith about forming an adult team as well.

"Only is she's coach and makes us cookies." Erwin jokes about you. But, jokes on him because you are happy to do not only this, but introduce him to a friend who could just wind up becoming Mrs Smith.

Can you imagine an adorable baseball themed wedding with you and Levi in the wedding party? And everyone playing a quick game in their reception outfits with the kids now present before seeing the new happy couple off on their honeymoon.

In the years that follow as the kids get older and you and Levi welcome new kids, the other ones never forget those years with you two and always come back to visit.

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Warning for descriptions of illness, self-hate, violence and destruction.

Technoblade catches a fever as he moves his base to the far north. Fortunately, his father finds him. They talk.

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Technoblade glared at his reflection in the ice.

Hunter. Warrior. Weapon. God. The undying and undefeated. The Blade.

He rubbed at his sore eyes, attempting to take in his less than ideal appearance. His hair didn't have the right luster to it, dry and limp in its braids. Sweat beaded down his dull pink skin. Even under his thick cape and the radiating heat of netherite armor, his body shook with chills.

His pride battled with his practicality, and as it often did, practicality won.

Technoblade, in all his undying and undefeated glory, was sick.

All those sleepless nights, days straight spent traveling across the ocean to transfer all his materials to his new base (in an isolated village, in an isolated frozen wasteland) must have taken their toll.

That made sense. Recognizing this, Techno made the conscious decision to stand up and walk back to the library he'd converted into headquarters. He did not get that far. After a wobbly start, squeezing his eyes shut against the throbbing of his head, peeking them open and watching the world swim, he took a few steps and tripped over his own hooves- faceplanting in the packed snow.

He laid there for a while. Just thinking.

The Blade, felled by no man. Oh, no other warrior could ever lay a hand on him. What killed him in the end, you ask? He died of the sniffles, in exile by his own brother.

Man, this sucked.

Techno tried to push himself up but the weakness in his arms made them shake and give out after a few seconds. The library wasn't that far, was it? He squinted into the swirling snowflakes and frigid air, through the fading colors of the setting sun to the vague shape where the building should be. He could make it there before nightfall if he thought this through carefully. A plan of attack was in order.

A tactical combination of rolling, scooting, and crawling. At precise intervals so he wouldn't critically tire or injure himself, complete with more squinting around to check that he was moving in the right direction. As cold as he felt he knew that the netherite armor would prevent hyperthermia. That gave him time, but he still wanted to be inside before dark. You can't exactly fight monsters when you can't stand. Like hell The Blade was going to die to a zombie.

It could've taken an hour, it could've been ten minutes. But at last, Techno pulled himself into the library with a groan, the door shutting behind him with a gust of wind.

The rough wooden planks cut into his cheek yet the overwhelming tide of exhaustion that swept over him banished any thoughts he had about his situation. His eyes fluttered closed as his stomach turned inside out.

He did not sleep.

He stayed very, very still, and could only be glad he'd made it out of L'Manburg when he did. What would Tommy say if he saw him like this? He'd taunt and mock him as if Techno hadn't sat with him though dozens of sick days just like this when they were younger. Hadn't taken care of him, told wry and teasing jokes to cheer him up, tucked him in and gave him water and thin broth even when he fussed and moaned about it.

Sometimes he felt like Tommy'd forgotten everything he had done for him over the years.

Techno swallowed back a lump in his throat, shifting just a bit to be a little more comfortable on the floor.

There's a certain way time moves when you're sick. Extraordinarily slowly, like sap running down the side of a tree- occasionally fizzing out like someone switching the stations on the radio. Except half the stations are static and the other half are blinding agony.

He thought he could hear the ice cracking, somewhere under the howling of the storm out there. Something crackled and popped in his ears, and they twitched at every tiny noise, each disturbance in the air they could detect. Which- admittedly- was not a lot. Your senses aren't the best when you're sick, Techno discovered. He never really had been sick himself before, it was always him and Phil nursing Tommy or Wilbur or Tubbo. For a long time he doubted piglins could even get sick in the overworld.

Apparently they could.

Technoblade risked a quiet huff, more of and exhale than anything. The nausea rose and he winced.

Now he was hot. Sweaty and sticky and gross-feeling. Normally when he thought of hot, he thought of the Nether- the place he was born. Normally the heat was welcoming. But the heat in the Nether was dry and settled in your skin, comfortable and enveloping. This felt like something was trying to claw its way out of him, and it didn't mind tearing him apart to do it.

Well, best of luck to whatever it was. Technoblade had decided, back when he first got away to this village- hell, far before then- that no matter what, he would keep going. No matter what he sacrificed, no matter what others tried to take from him, no matter what they thought and no matter what thoughts came from his own mind- he would survive. Techno decided that he wasn't going to die. So, this fever was just going to have to deal with that.

It must've been in the thick of the night. Pitch-black outside, you couldn't even see by the stars with the blizzard and the clouds. No one would find him.

So his eyes fluttered closed.

He fell into a light sleep, shallow and empty. The weightless and shapeless feeling of passing through a portal, the in-between of dimesions.

When he stirred again, the ache in his stomach slightly more manageable, though his bones were heavy like bedrock and his mind was a mess of cobwebs.

He stirred, and his hand gripped fabric, blankets on the floor beneath him. His cape wasn't hooked around his shoulders but draped over him, his netherite armor nowhere to be seen.

Techno sat straight up even as every fiber of his being protested. His ears perked, eyes scanned the house, heart pounded in his ribcage.

"Easy, easy... it's just me."

The door opened and closed again.

He narrowed his eyes at green and black robes teasing the ground, socks and sandals trailing snow into the house.

Technoblade sighed, wheezed, let himself fall back into the pile of comforters.

Philza kneeled beside him and pressed the back of his hand to Techno's forehead. "Definitely a fever, buddy. Just relax." Technoblade grunted in response, and Phil smiled. "I noticed you don't have a bed in this new base of yours, so I took the liberty of making you one. Where would you like it?" His eyes twinkled, grey-blue like the early morning sky, and the wrinkles in his face deepened a bit as his smile grew wider.

Techno made a weak gesture to some corner of the library. Philza patted his shoulder and stepped away.

He fidgeted in the blanket pile, eyes trained on Philza's movements. He wasn't afraid- not really, but still he wondered how Phil found him. He'd traveled so far north, covered his tracks well, slipped into the slow and quiet village without so much of a whisper of his presence.

"I was just in the area, wanted a moment to myself, you know? I happened to spot a piglin crawling through the snow in the distance. I wasn't sure, so I asked around a little. Turns out the villagers are worried about you too." Philza placed the bed down and scooted it to fit in the cubby between Techno's chests. He turned with a raised brow.

Ah. So, he must've spoken outloud. Technoblade muttered to himself and glanced to the other side of the room. Phil chuckled and approached, leaning down and hooking an arm around his shoulders. "Let's get you on a real bed, hm? Sleeping on the floor's no good for your back." Being pulled to his hooves made Techno's head spin. He tried to shake and push Philza off.

"I... can handle this... myself." His voice was hoarse and his throat was scratchy, tongue dry. Phil gave him some room and he immediately stumbled- the wood grain swirled and spiraled like a mixed drink and the chills were back. Philza caught him, leading him calmly to the bed, scooping up all the blankets from the floor into his arms and setting them beside Techno on the mattress.

"Sure you can. I'll get you some water." Phil took a glass bottle from the bag on his hip and stepped out of the library-base, leaving Techno alone again.

Technoblade turned over in the bed, burying his face in the pillow. "I have a reputation to keep..." He mumbled into the cushion. Everything felt so heavy. Someone could've piled end stone on his back and he wouldn't have noticed.

Maybe having Philza here was for the best. Better him than anyone else, if it had to be someone.

He must've drifted off at some point, because the next thing he knew Philza was tapping his shoulder to wake him up, murmuring to him as he let Techno drink from the filled bottle. The water was still slightly cold, and Techno could almost taste the edge of frost and earth in it. He grimaced a little at the bitterness.

"I know, I know, it's not the best. I'll get you better tomorrow, some soup and some more pillows. How's that sound?" Phil drew away the bottle and laid Techno's head back on the bed. Techno made a noncommittal noise, frowning.

Philza chuckled. "You don't like someone taking care of you- I get it. You've grown so independent now. But everybody needs a hand once in a while."

Their eyes met, Phil's gaze so gentle, full of a warmth that looked strange to him after all this time. Philza held the contact only briefly before returning to tasks around the house (some kind of tidying up), and Techno was grateful for that.

He mumbled to Phil's back, " 'M just glad it was you who found me and not Tommy..."

Philza paused but didn't turn to him. "Oh? Why's that?" A hesitant curiosity in his voice.

Shifting in the blankets, Techno scoffed, shallow and breathless. "Cause he'd... he'd laugh at me. Tommy always... always laughs." Always laughs in that sharp and annoying way of his- Techno, well, saying Techno hated the sound would be a stretch (he only hated one thing), but it wasn't high on his list. Maybe he liked Tommy's chuckles more, because they sounded like Phil, because they meant he was really okay for a moment and Techno didn't have to worry about him putting on a false bravado that would just end up hurting him more with his stupid, biting laughter.

"What makes you think he would?" There was a stiffness to his shoulders, hands flat on the crafting bench. Phil's long blonde hair should be tied back. Either it was stuffed into his robes, or... or he cut it for some reason. Techno felt his lip twitch downward, but he decided to focus on Phil's words instead.

Because Tommy making fun of people was so wildly out of character. He would've laughed himself if he didn't feel so sick and dead-ish. "You, heh, you think that he wouldn't?" He'd taunt him and then he'd leave. That was a Tommy thing to do, wasn't it? Do his childish mocking playground routine and then peace out. On to another person to scream at and another adventure to kill himself on.

Phil hummed, and Techno could hear the smile in his voice. "Oh, he absolutely would laugh, without a doubt." After a moment the amusement in his tone softened into sincerity. "He'd still take care of you though."

The creaking wheels in Technoblade's head came to a harsh stop. He blinked.

"What... makes you think he would?"

Philza didn't answer for a moment. Then, quietly, he did. "Because you're his brother, Techno. He loves you."

He loves the power I give him, Techno wanted to spit back. Tommy just loved using him as a threat to others, since they were little, since he noticed others weren't scared of a short, loud blond kid, but they were scared of a big piglin with a sword.

It had always been that way. Tommy bragging and talking it up, with Techno standing just behind him, a hulking and menacing shadow and shield. Silent and violent.

It had always been that way. Until Techno left, of course.

"Doesn't act like it," He said, quiet and drained.

Now Phil turned and walked over to him, kneeling once more, a sorrow and a fondness in his face. "He's always been like that. Tommy's young, and he's stupid, and he's headstrong. But he loves his family, you have to give him that." He fixed the blankets around Techno. "That means you."

The frozen wind outside battered against the library windows. Technoblade wasn't afraid, or angry, but something bubbled up then, puke or outrage or the lingering stinging pain of betrayal. He gripped Philza's arm-

"I'm not- I'm not anything to him, nothing, just a... a tool. Something to, to threathen people with. To use to do his dirty work!" Shapes swirled and shifted colors in his vision; he felt fire on his skin and ash in his lungs. "I told him, I told him my code, I told him what I wanted, exactly who I was and what I would do... what did he do? Did he listen to me? No! I tried- damn it, we tried it his way! I used my words Phil, I told him..." But no, Tommy didn't listen, Tommy never listened, only ever listened to what he wanted to hear... maybe, maybe Tommy did love them but he loved them wrong, and he loved his doomed nation and broken, posioned ideals more.

Phil used his free hand to hold Techno's, curled tightly into the fabric of his robe. "I know you did, son, I know..."

A growl rumbled in Techno's throat and he pressed his eyes shut. "And when it didn't work, I did it my way. He didn't like it my way." Tommy never liked it his way. "It was peer pressure the first time... you know, all those people telling me, I didn't make that choice... I didn't!" He remembered, Schlatt bellowing in his ear, all those eyes watching, Tubbo's eyes, his wide and teary eyes... "But I lived with it, Phil, I've lived with it every damn day since."

"I know you have." Just a soft reassurance as Phil rubbed circles into the back of his hand.

"We fought about it, we had the conversation, we used our words and we used our fists and we used them and they didn't work." They were supposed to work, why didn't they work? Something was supposed to work. "They didn't work and he was still so angry! Supposed to stay in the pit, I said, it stays in the pit... it didn't stay in the pit, Phil, it crawled back up with us and it's following him and eating him alive..." Tommy let the thing out, maybe it was already out and following him, either way it was there, and it was hungry.

"He's trying, Techno. He's angry, and it's his responsibility to deal with that anger. It's not your fault." Philza's voice almost cracked, it got all whispery and fragile and it hurt.

Technoblade shook his head, a wild look in his eyes. "And he's letting it! He let it eat him up and let it eat his country up and eat Wil up and eat everything up... but it's so much bigger than him, Phil, it's angry, it's eating everything up. Is it eating me up, Phil?"

"No, Techno, it's not. You're away from L'Manburg now, you're cold and you're sick but you're safe."

He laughed, shaky and fading like aftershocks from an earthquake. "Safe, safe... I thought we were safe. The war was supposed to happen and the war was supposed to be over and we were supposed to be free." Free, free... how stupid was he? He trusted them, he trusted Wilbur, he trusted Tommy, he trusted them like he always did. He left to get away from it and he came back and fell into it all over again.

"I let them in my base, Phil, my secret base... I let them in and they ransacked it! I checked, I checked just a few days ago and so much was gone! So much more than I gave! But that's just what they do right? They take and they take and they take!" They give nothing back, they use him and throw him out, and Technoblade says nothing, said nothing because he didn't know what to say, because words always failed him. But violence never fails him. "They killed my cows, Phil! They took stacks of emeralds and they killed my cows and they waltzed all over the place like they owned it!"

"That sounds awful, Techno, I'm sorry..." Philza's voice trailed off, as if he'd run out of comforts to offer. And that was fine.

"And then, and then, and then..." His grip went slack. His face burned and hurt and went red but he didn't cry, no, he didn't cry. "They took my armor and my weapons and after the war I helped them win they took it all and spat in my face. They made a government! A new government!" He hit his fist against Phil's chest, his jaw clenched so tight, his palms white and red from his claws pressing in. "Just right in front of me, just declared Tubbo president, just let him give his little speech and laughed in my face, Tommy always laughs..."

Phil moved to sink his hand in Techno's hair, brushing through the loose parts with his fingers. "They didn't understand everything you did for them, they fought for their country back and they took it, and they didn't think about you. I'm sorry."

Technoblade took a sharp breath. "And Wil..."

And Phil's face hardened, tense and pained. "There's nothing you could've done for Wil, Techno. He was too far gone."

"Nothing, nothing... nothing but ash and smoke and blood and fire." They listened to him, for once. For a single moment they stopped and stared. They wept, so terribly afraid of him, and fought bloody and dirty through their tears. And Wilbur, in the cloud of soot and agony he'd brought upon these people he was supposed to love and to lead, he begged Phil to kill him with a smile on his face.

"It was a horrible day, Techno."

With that sentence, sinking down as light as a feather yet unimaginably heavy, Techno let his head fall into Phil's chest. "All gone and what to show for it? Nothing, nothing... the minotaur fell and the city was swallowed up in dust and rubble."

Philza held him. "New L'Manburg looks beautiful, Techno."

"New L'Manburg is built on bones and death and lies and betrayal, Phil, it's poison and it's a curse and... and it's eating itself up..." His voice, sapped of the energy from before, was just a breath in the air.

"Tommy will be fine, Techno."

Technoblade felt the tears as deep cuts down his cheeks, felt them soak into Phil's robes. "Tommy hates me, Phil. I just don't know if he hates himself more." A person had to hate themselves, to do all the things Tommy did, to see everything that became of it, and to try the same thing again.

"And he chose this, he chose this 'government' and these laws and to follow this same path that drove him into the ground before..." He said, dizzy and numb, "...and I shouldn't care. Shouldn't bother me, not my problem, shouldn't worry about it, shouldn't think about it..."

Phil smiled, so much sadder this time. "But you do."

"But I do and I don't."

"Because you love him."

"I love him and I hate him."

Techno looked at Tommy and he saw a little boy. Maybe that was just him being an older brother. Maybe it was because Tommy was still childish and crude. Maybe it was because Tommy had suffered so much- the revolutions, the exile, the war and the bloodshed and the betrayal- he never quite got the chance to really grow up. And so Tommy hung onto that bit of reckless youth he had left, and Techno held onto it the same. That didn't give him a free pass. But... it made sense.

Technoblade was his brother, afterall. With Wilbur gone they just had each other.

Philza, their father, their anchor, their beginning and their end (literally in Wilbur's case), smiled again and ruffled his hair.

"Well, that's just part of being part of a family, isn't it?"

Techno thought about that, he thought about that hard, and he must've thought about it too hard because the world started dimming and turning to black. Philza held him and soothed him as he fell into a light sleep, shallow yet somehow fulfilling.

There was this boy…

Summary: Y/N shares a tale of her first love with the Crows.

Warnings: Not much other than ooc Kaz and alcohol consumption.

Note: I’m more of a angsty writing typa gal, so here’s some fluff for now. Let me know what you guys think.

In the dimly lit confines of the Crow Club, the Crows gathered around a secluded table, basking in the afterglow of a successful heist. Glasses clinked, and raucous laughter filled the air as the alcohol flowed freely. Kaz, Y/N, and Matthias sat with relative sobriety amidst the drunken revelry, observing their inebriated comrades.

Jesper, his cheeks flushed and eyes gleaming, leaned toward Y/N with a mischievous grin. "So, Y/N, have you ever been in love?" he slurred, barely able to contain his curiosity.

Y/N's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Of course, Jesper," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of mystery. The Crows leaned in, their drunken curiosity piqued.

"There was this boy," Y/N began, her eyes sparkling with memories. "I met him near the harbor when I was just a wide-eyed nine-year-old. He had this mischievous smile and eyes that seemed to hold a million secrets. A captivating presence that drew me in. He was the first person I ever truly loved."

Confusion clouded the faces of the Crows. They exchanged glances, unable to decipher who Y/N was referring to. Only Kaz, ever perceptive, held a hidden smile, understanding the truth behind Y/N's words.

“We were inseparable. We would spend our days exploring the harbor, sneaking into places we weren’t supposed to be. We had a sweet tooth that knew no bounds, and we’d devour candy like it was our secret treasure.” Y/n paused for a second to compose herself from the small chuckle that managed to escape her lips, “Whenever times got tough, we’d help each other steal food, laughing as we escaped the clutches of hunger.”

The Crows listened with rapt attention, their faces reflecting a mix of curiosity and sentimentality. The image of two children forging a bond over stolen treats warmed their hearts.

Y/N’s voice grew softer, her eyes distant. “We shared our hopes and dreams, our fears and vulnerabilities. It was as if we created our own little world, shielded from the hardships that surrounded us. He was my confidant, my partner in mischief, and my first taste of love.”

Nina, her words slightly slurred, leaned closer. "What happened to him, Y/N?" she asked, her voice tinged with genuine curiosity.

A tender smile played on Y/N's lips as she replied. "He changed. Life took him down a different path, one far from the innocence we once shared." she replied, her voice steady, "but my love for him didn't."

Y/N’s gaze drifted across the table, locking eyes with Kaz, the only one who knew the true identity of the boy from her story.

The Crows, their senses dulled by alcohol, cooed at the sweetness of Y/N's confession, their questions dissipating into laughter and sighs. Meanwhile, Matthias, ever vigilant, noticed the lingering glances between Y/N and Kaz throughout the evening. An inkling of suspicion gnawed at him, planting seeds of curiosity that would bloom in the days to come.

As the night wore on and drinks were consumed in abundance, the Crows bid each other goodnight and stumbled off to their respective rooms.

What they didn't know was that Y/N's steps veered away from her designated room, drawing her toward Kaz's quarters instead. The door closed behind them, and the atmosphere shifted from the revelry downstairs to a more intimate setting.

In the hushed whispers of their shared secret, Y/N and Kaz laughed and marveled at the obliviousness of their companions. They reveled in the fact that the Crows had no inkling that Y/N's tale of first love was a covert homage to their own hidden bond.

As silence settle, Kaz moved from his previous position near y/n. His gaze met Y/N’s, and a mischievous smile played on his lips.

“Care to join me for a moment?” Kaz asked, his voice holding a hint of intrigue.

Curiosity piqued, Y/N nodded, joining him near the record player. The room was enveloped in a nostalgic melody, its soulful notes casting a spell of tranquility.

As the music filled the room, Y/N couldn’t help but remark, “What a lovely choice. I didn’t know you were a fan of this genre.”

Kaz’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “There’s more to me than meets the eye, y/n,” he replied, his voice infused with a touch of playfulness.

They stood there, amidst the gentle hum of music, engaging in lighthearted banter and sharing whispered stories of their day. Their laughter mingled with the nostalgic tunes, creating an intimate symphony that resonated within their hearts.

A comfortable silence settled between them, a testament to the depth of their connection. In that moment, Kaz extended his hand with a gallant gesture, “Care to join me for a dance, Mrs. Brekker?”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with delight as she placed her hand in his. “I’d be honored, Mr. Brekker,” she replied, her voice filled with a warm affection.

They swayed to the timeless melody, their steps graceful and in perfect sync. The world outside seemed to fade away as they reveled in the simple joy of being together, their laughter intertwining with the music.

In the embrace of their dance, Y/N and Kaz spoke volumes through their movements. Each twirl and sway conveyed a love that transcended words—a love that was hidden, yet tangible.

As the music played on, they allowed themselves to get lost in the moment, cherishing the intimacy they shared. Their smiles spoke of a shared secret, a commitment that only they held dear.

And as the final notes of the song faded away, they remained locked in a tender gaze, their hearts speaking a language known only to them. In that stolen moment, they were reminded of the strength and beauty of their hidden love.

Their laughter resonated in the quiet room, an acknowledgment of the unspoken bond they cherished. They knew that their story would forever remain known only to them, a treasure woven into the tapestry of their lives, while the Crows slumbered, oblivious to the truth that danced in the shadows of their own revelry.

A - Z *Domestic Aizawa Shouta X Reader *

Back from the dead and with a long fic to make up for the time I was gone

A Christmas special!!!

D.- DECORATE (part 1)

Christmas and New year were just around the corner

It was all so new and bright for little Eri. She had never seen so many lights all over the city, happy people walking down the streets greeting each other and singing along music, it was all like magic. Burning questions invaded her mind and, as it was expected of her age, questions were pouring down on (Y/N) “Mommy why are they buying a tree?, mommy I heard auntie midnight talk about magic eggnog, can I have some too?, mommy who is Santa, is his quirk flying?”

(Y/N) was more than happy to answer all of them. So many firsts in such a little amount of time was a thing she couldn’t believe, their first Halloween, day of school and now Christmas...

People all over Japan were smiling around and buying presents and certainly, it was no different at the UA.

Students were preparing gifts for their beloved ones, making Christmas cards and preparing their bags to go home for the holidays.

Eri and (Y/N) were helping class 1-A packing their bags and cleaning their rooms. (Y/N)’s sweet personality couldn’t say no when adorable teenagers begged for help to finish early so they could go home soon, how could she say no to her adopted teenagers.

Ever since Shouta’s students found out (to their surprise ) that their homeroom teacher (“DAD” as they liked to call him in secret) was married to a cheerful, kind and gorgeous woman, (Y/N) took the title of “MOM” (much to shouta’s distaste).

Little Eri was walking down the common area when she spotted him, Bakugou, sitting down, watching the TV. She already knew he wouldn’t harm her, still his face always so angry didn’t exactly help when trying to talk to him.

“Uh.... aren’t you.... mmm.... are you....”

“Don’t stumble around your words girl!!” Bakugou yelled in that loud voice of his, for Eri, it felt like the end of the world, she knew she shouldn’t be afraid... still, bad memories plagued her mind.

Bakugou was really tiring to change, he was truly trying to be more gentle. he knew that he would never be a true hero with such an explosive attitude, he never meant bad... “only losers and extras do that, you have to be sure of what you are gonna say ok? If you want to be a hero you have to be brave. Do it again, go on”

“Aren’t you going home for Christmas?”

“Tch... no, I’m staying. I don’t want to fight with the old lady... besides, I don’t really miss her.... I don’t care about this stupid holiday anyway”

Eri knew better, she had no idea why but she knew he was lying, his face didn’t had his usual cocky smirk ... he looked sad and down. His face.. was the same face she had before her new family came along.

Eri only looked at him, turned around and said nothing... still, the small conversation plagued her mind, could she help him somehow?

Hours passed, most of the 1-A class had finished and when dinner time came around,Eri still had the conversation inside her head, deep down she knew she had to say something and maybe at dinner time, her parents would help her; they were heroes right? They had to help, it was their job. ... maybe interrupt them and speak out her mind could help somehow to ease her worries.

“You shouldn’t be helping them, you are too kind for your own good” said Shouta, not really angry at his wife, he couldn’t be angry at her even if he tried.

“You are not better, Shouta you are becoming soft”

“That’s not true, I don’t have a soft spot for any of them”

“Whatever you say Mr. but I know you and I know...” (Y/N) fell into a silence as soon as Eri, in a soft voice, spoke up.

“Mo...mommy... mmm”

“Yes, sweetheart”

“Bakugou is sad... he said he is not going home...”

“I noticed he is not packing his stuff, Shinsou and Todoroki aren’t either..but I don’t think Bakugou is sad, maybe his parents are busy or..”

“I know he is sad mommy.. we have to help him please... I... I would like to help him”

“Hmm.. what do you think Shouta? Should we do something about it?”(y/n) said with a soft smile, a smile shouta couldn’t really resist.

-There they go again,this girls will be the death of me- Shouta thought, how could he resist the looks both girls were giving him? He just couldn’t say no to Eri’s dream of helping people and to his wife who had such an enormous heart... it would destroy Eri and crush (Y/N)s heart. “We could try something...” was all he gave back to the ladies.

“Thank you daddy!! I’ll look for candy and maybe we can hide some eggs around the garden”

“Eri, hiding eggs is an easter tradition sweetheart, how about we decorate a tree?”

“Yes!! I’ll go and get a jacket so we can go for one mommy, we have to hurry!”Eri answered and ran to her room as fast as she could.

“I told you, you are becoming soft” (Y/N) whispered to Shouta; to say that she adored him was not enough to express her emotions.

“Is that a bad thing kitten?”

“I like this new side of you... being a father really suits you”

“Motherhood also suits you kitten... I always said it and I’ll always say it. You are the only woman I can see myself having a family with”

When the next day came, Shouta had already prepared his speech, now, it was only a matter of calling for the 3 students and hope for a positive answer. After a few minutes of waiting, the three students were outside the professors room, nervous and hoping not to get a detention note

“Shinsou, Bakugou, Todoroki.. I won’t be going in circles, so I’ll just say it as it is, Eri and my wife noticed you are not going home this year for winter vacations... but we would really appreciate if you joined us for the celebrations, I know that this doesn’t sound rational at all, but the girls and I are hoping that you can come” the three students looked surprised, none of them were expecting such invitation “I know is not the same as to spend it with your family, and probably it’s out of place but I’d break my wife’s and Eri’s heart to know that you are spending this time of the year alone; please, consider the offer and I hope you join us”

“Yes Sr.” Answer d the students in unison, the tremble in their legs showed how nervous this situation was for them, but there was no way they were turning down not only their teacher, but sweet Eri and (y/n) also.

Part 2 will be updated soon (later today or early tomorrow)