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Hiii, i was wondering if you could please write a bnha Aizawa oneshot (or drabble) in which he has a daughter and he dreamed she died in his arms but she was safe and sound sleeping in her bedroom 🩵 thanks you🩵

I hope it's ok that I used Y/N as the name cause I couldn't think of anything else.

It was dark.

Much darker than any of his dreams had ever been before, with nothing but darkness everywhere he looked. 

Or so he thought.

Glancing to his right, his gaze landed on something he’d hoped he would never encounter; his child, facing off against the very nomu that messed him up at the USJ. His panic flared as his heart beat quicker than it had in a long time, but he couldn’t move. Something had him stuck in place as he watched his daughter fight the nomu using the capture weapon he himself had taught her to use. She put up a good fight, despite how much it hurt to watch as the nomu threw her to the ground over and over again he still couldn’t move no matter how hard he tried as she lost more and more blood, slowing her down enough for the nomu to get devastating hits on her, the sounds of bones breaking all too loud for him to handle as tears gathered at his lash-line. 

Finally, when it seemed she could no longer get up off the ground was he able to move as he sprinted towards her as her body twitched and limbs were splayed out in directions that surely weren’t natural. “Y/N, wake up” he said frantically, lightly smacking her face in an attempt to wake her from a slumber that seemed all too eternal. But it was no use, as her breathing slowed until it stopped all together and sobs wracked his body. She was dead.Waking with a gasp, sweat poured from his body and tears he hadn’t even noticed stained his face as he tried to ground himself, telling himself it was only a dream but it was in vain as his breathing only sped up as he rushed out of bed and into the hallway. He had to make sure she was ok, that she was here, that she was breathing. Quietly, he opened her door, wincing at the sound it made as it eased open revealing the dimly lit room where Y/N lay sleeping. Walking closer, he watched relieved as her chest rose and fell, a sure sign that she was breathing. Sitting on the ground against her bed, he let relief flood his body now that he was sure of his daughters safely if only for now.

You wouldn’t happen to be cool with poly requests, would you?

I do take poly requests, I don't write it very often and I'm always looking for the chance to!

The snow was falling rapidly as the temperature dropped lower each day and you couldn’t contain your excitement. This was going to be the first Christmas you and Kenma spend in your new shared home and your nerves just couldn’t seem to stop buzzing as you danced around the kitchen baking as you waited for your boyfriend to return from practice.

You knew he wasn’t much of a holiday person but it wasn’t often that his team had a day off from practice and you were gonna take advantage of every second.

Baking cookies in every shape you possibly could from gingerbread men to Christmas trees your guys’ kitchen would be a wreck by the time he returned home.

Rolling out the dough as you hummed you had yet to notice the cat-like man watching you with content and adoration in his eyes as he just stood there observing you. 

“Welcome home” you smiled finally noticing him as he offered a small smile back as he walked further into the kitchen

Wrapping his arms around you he buried himself in your neck “Hi” he whispered leaving a small kiss at the juncture between your neck and shoulder “How was practice?” you asked as he sighed “it was okay” you hummed in acknowledgment “you tired?” you questioned feeling how the man seemed to melt more than usual against you but you could feel him nod

“Well go hop in the shower and after you get out we can have dinner” you turned around to look at him as he whined at the movement “I don’t wanna” he pouted as you laughed 

“Yeah well you stink so go wash up” you pushed him away slightly, or at least you tried to but his grip only seemed to tighten 

“If you don’t wash up Santa won’t bring you anything but coal this year” you teased as he shrugged “that’s fine, coal is useful” you sighed trying to think of something more motivating 

“Go wash up or no cookies for you” he gazed at you probably wondering if you were serious or not “not even the Christmas tree ones?” he questioned as you nodded turning back around in his arms to focus on your task “not even the Christmas tree ones” with that the man groaned finally detaching himself from you as you laughed

“I’ll shower but you owe me later” he chuckled leaving one more kiss on your cheek as he finally went to shower.

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Heyyyy whatsup👁👁

The time you and Asmodeus have sex he thinks that's all it is. It wasn’t new to him, being the avatar of lust people often used him for pleasure then left him in the dust. Not you though, you stayed. Helped him clean up then cuddled him till he fell asleep and, when you finally left to your own room late in the afternoon, he couldn’t help but cry. He wasn’t used to this, the way you loved him for more than just his body. Loved him in a way that was so unusual to him, so soft that he feared that one touch could shatter everything. Sure his brothers loved him, but they often didn’t take him as seriously as he wished they would, always convinced he was too clouded by lust to be serious about anything. 

But you, you were different. Even in a group you listened to him, like actually listened to him, asking him questions about matters that most would deem outside his realm of conversation. Like video editing? Different aspects of filming? He’s a deviltuber who does his own content not just a pretty face and only you seem to get that. Nobody but his brothers try learning his likes and dislikes but you do, and you remember them like it’s second nature. Always trying to involve him in things he would like and helping him avoid or get through things he hates.

So he cried. He cried so hard and for so long that he ended up falling asleep again. Falling into an exhausted slumber so deep that he didn’t wake even as you cracked his door open and snuck inside, your heart breaking at the sight of your lover so upset. Crawling into the bed behind him, you quickly scooped him into your arms watching as the wrinkles between his eyebrows (that he was definitely going to panic about later) softened as if eased by your very presence, soothing him into much more pleasant dreams as you laid there with him, watching over him.