Ladies I Present You Daddy Ralak With His Firstborn Rakni One Of Many More To Come

Ladies i present you… Daddy Ralak with his firstborn Rak’äni❤️🤭 One of many more to come 👀

Class 1A x Gen Z Reader

Headcanons + Scenarios

author’s note: hiiii!!! I’m not dead :D I had a lot of personal things going on for quite a bit, but I’m back!!!! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

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Lord help Aizawa

Another problem child

Ngl there was probably many times you both confused, irritated, and made him question why he ever decided to become a teacher in the first place

At one point or another you definitely brought your own sleeping bag and the second you see him go to lay down, you’re joining him.

Did he stop you? No.

That’s where the soft spot appears. Another problem child to look after

     Aizawa closed the book and looked up at his class “Alright class, finish the questions using the articles given.” He let out a sigh and closed his eyes. A nap was sounding like music to his ears right now. He picked up his bright yellow sleeping bag and welcomed the warm stumbler soon to be coming eagerly. Content with himself after laying down and zipping it back up he was ready for some much needed sleep. That was until he heard scurrying around him, accompanied by the whispers of his students. He wasn’t about to open his eyes- but wait. Next to him? Like, directly next to him? With a groan he opened one eye and turned his head that leaned against the wall. And what was he met with? You. Sitting there in your own, bright colored sleeping bag. Your paper and article in front of you. Zipping it up you began to read the text in front of you. Nope. He was not going to deal with this right now. As long as you did your work he couldn’t care less.     “Seriously?!” He was met with Denki’s scream. “No fair! I didn’t bring a sleeping bag!” He pouted. A string of angry mutters left his mouth.      “And it wouldn’t matter if you did, you all do your work where you are. I won’t have anyone else getting up. This problem child is enough for me.” Closing his eyes again he let the class proceed in their mad murmurs. Turning to you one last time. A smile on your face and your earbuds in. Satisfied, he let the class continue their questions of ‘why?’ while he pretended to be asleep. You definitely had problem child privileges

You and the bakusquad are something to fear.

Busting out in dance with Sero randomly? Yes.

Mina and you doing tiktoks while changing classes? Absolutely.

Convincing Jiro to blast music with you at ungodly hours of the night? Hell yes.

Making others question how did Denki and you get into UA in the first place? 100%

Dying your hair with Kirishima? All the time.

Annoying the hell out of Bakugou with references that will never make sense to him? You bet.

The amount of times the teachers had walked into memes blasted around the room because of you guys is uncountable at this point.

    “Mina, Y/n, I don’t care if you have to dance your way to class if that allows you to get there on time, but for the love of All Might no more videos in the halls!” Aizawa’s voice rang down the hall.     “Yes Aizawa Sensei!” You both spoke in unison, then ran to your next classes laughing.

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    “And what is going on here?” What were you to say to Iida now? 3 am in the common room, you and Denki sat on the floor next to each other. What were you doing? You two were currently in a very intense conversion about why eating tide pods was a good idea or not. Were you going to tell him that? Hell no.

You and the Dekusquad? Half the time it was just confusion.

You and Midoriya each ranting about two completely different topics. One about the newest news update regarding All Might, the about how dark and demented the story behind Nemo really is. Which is which? I’ll let you decide.

You and Uraraka drop kicking homophobes in your free time. Highlight of your day honestly.

Convincing Iida to do tiktoks with you? Look at those robot moves go!

Shoto and you out for soba at 4 in the morning

Tsu and you going out for the sickest pair of matching outfits.

    “How can they even understand each other?”     “I don’t think they breathed once during this whole conversation!”     “How long has this been going on?”     The confused faces of your classmates surrounded you two. Deku talking with unwavering speed about the new hero who just saved a bus of children from a villain, while you matched his pace with the ways to successfully get away with arson. Was the class concerned? Yes.

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    “And where were you two this time?” Aizawa stood at the doors of the dorm building. His arms crossed and his hair tied back. Who knows how long he waited for Shoto and you to return. You left at 2. What was it now? 3 am. Hah, that’s fun.     “Soba.”     “Nowhere!”     Shoto and you spoke together. Oh well, there goes that.

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Glad to be back and I hope you enjoyed this!!! :D

I find each of our Sarentu friends interesting. Nor: who desperately wants to be apart of the Na'vi again but struggles with a disconnect to it all. Teylan: who practically lives in fear of Pandora and wants as little as possible interaction with the Na'vi. Then Ri'nela: who wants to know more about the Sarentu but is choosing caution and safety first. Of course lastly is our character, who takes to it all like a duck to water.

The Night You Were Born

Summary: a short story about the night when a little miracle came into the world. Of when a new addition to the Sarentu was born to one of the most loving members, Kataru, and made her only daughter a new big sister, Aha’ri.

A/n: nothing, just fluff, and the emotional pain your gonna feel when reading this, and the use of my sarentu character

It was a late not so quiet night, many of the Sarentu clan was sleeping but most of them were awake, and a bright light emerged from a hut where a new life was being born.

Kataru, the kindest woman of the clan was blessed with her second child many months ago, and now they are ready to enter into this world.

While everything was happening inside, outside was a little 2-3 year old toddler waiting. She were only a few moments away from being a big sister, she wanted to take a peak inside but the adults that were still awake and nearby would stop her.

She looked down at the ground and pushed around the dirt to keep herself occupied. She wonders what the new baby was gonna be like, and how good of a older sibling she’ll be.

Then screaming was heard from inside the tent, the young toddler went to peak inside but an adult stopped her as usual “you have to wait out here for a little longer, your mother will be fine little one” they said.

More screaming was heard and the toddler looked worried but trusted that she would ok, her mother was very strong.

The screaming continued on until a cry was heard, a baby cry. The toddler perked up, her new sibling was finally born.

From inside they already began to give the mark to the newborn, of course they calmed them down already and put a special ointment so the baby wouldn’t feel the pain.

This was a tradition for the clan, every new birth they would mark the child with the mark that has been in their clan for generations.

They were finished and handed the baby to the mother and she looked down at her child with joy. So small and precious “welcome to the world my little one”.

Then the little toddler from outside peaked in and this time no one stopped, her mother noticed and smiled “come meet your new sister”. The little one smiled and walked over to her mother, Kataru helped her get comfortable in her lap.

“Aha’ri, this is your new baby sister” she said clammy looking over at the half asleep baby in her arm. “What’s her name mama?” Aha’ri asked.

“Suränu” Kataru replied softly, Aha’ri reached out her arm and gently touched her baby sister small hand “hello Suränu, I’m your big sister, Aha’ri”.

The little baby moved it’s hand a little but managed to gently touch one of Aha’ri’s fingers which made the toddler smile.

Kataru smiled down at her two children and held them close, she knew Aha’ri would protect her baby sister from anything and that Suränu would grow up to be a strong woman probably almost as strong as her.

The rest of the night was clam and quite, the small family fell asleep soon after in the warm embrace of each other. Nothing would ever tear them apart.

Alrighty loves! Ralak’s older brother’s been requested so here he is! ✨

This is Zu’té (Toto) Te Ieyk’itan