Y/N Kayama is the daughter of the R-rated hero Midnight and is also a little finding a caregiver/Daddy. Bakugo is also looking for a Little, lucky him he finds Y/n coloring in a coloring book with a paci on his first day in UA class 1-A.

This story is a Reverse Harem Romance that stars three lusty demons. It is explicit in content. It is also a reverse age story.
A little ol' granny Tammy is pining over her younger days. She gets a shock of her life when she accidentally summons three demons whom she thinks is her grandson's friends. They are staying for Christmas and she can't help but feel excited. They make her young, lush and awaken her lusty side.
Now that there are three boys living with her, why is she having hot and sexy dreams?

Imagine coming back to an empty home for Christmas.Wen Bell is jealous of her friends who have families to go back to for Christmas. Look at her, putting up a Christmas tree for her alone to see, baking a cake that only she would eat!
But everything changes when she cracks open her Grandpa's locker and POOOF! Okay she did not see that coming....
Looks like she has travelled back in time. Wait , this handsome young man is her Grandpa? And this charming tomboy is her grandma? And not to mention their very handsome friends....This Christmas is sure going to be merry! Or so she thinks...

NOTE- THIS IS MY CHRISTMAS GIFT TO YOU! MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL !!!!

Imagine coming back to an empty home for Christmas.Wen Bell is jealous of her friends who have families to go back to for Christmas. Look at her putting up a Christmas tree for her alone to see, baking a cake that only she would eat!
But everything changes when she cracks open her Grandpa's locker and POOOF! Okay she did not see that one coming....
Looks like she has travelled back in time. Wait , this handsome young man is her Grandpa? And this charming tomboy is her grandma? And not to mention their very handsome friends....This Christmas is sure going to be merry! Or so she thinks...

NOTE- THIS IS MY CHRISTMAS GIFT TO YOU! MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL !!!!

All Izuku wanted for his fourth christmas was to be happy.

To bad he didn't get that, but he did get a quirk!

At Christmas everything becomes more magical.
Everything changes, starting with the colors of the lights, the colder air, the gifts under the tree, the larger sweatshirts or the races to buy the latest gifts.
Storybrooke is also preparing for the big party.
A mini collection of Flashfic.
# 1_ The Perfect Gift (Snowing)
# 2_ A puppy for Christmas (Captain Swan)
# 3_ Listen to your heart (Outlaw Queen)

All Artie Jackson wanted was the whole family to be home for Christmas. Be careful what you wish for...

"Oh my goodness, she is beautiful" Anna squealed in glee.  She held the little bluish gray kitten to her chest, rubbing the purring fuzz balls chin slowly.  Her parents were there with her, talking with the volunteer about care for the kitten.    Anna didn't care what was said between the adults, she had her prize.   Meanwhile the volunteer was slowly speaking, outlining for the family what the cat would need both as it grew and as an adult.   Suddenly she was tapped on the shoulder causing her to jump.   She looked up sheepishly at the volunteer. 

"You do know that you need to keep fresh water out and feed the kitten three times a day for now, right?"  Anna nodded.  "And you know to keep her litter box clean and play with her daily so that she gets exercise?"  Again Anna nodded, now sighing exasperatedly.   She had of course done all of the necessary research months ago, and spent from Christmas until now convincing her parents that she could care for the cat and that it wouldn't harm her little brother, who was at home with a sitter.   The volunteer finally pronounced them all set and Anna all but ran for the door, being stopped by a firm "Anna" from her father.   She walked back and reluctantly put the still purring kitten in the transport box that was being held open for her by the volunteer who was now smiling.     

On the drive home Anna was eagerly wiggling in her seat, trying to come up with a name for the kitten now that she finally had her.    All of the names she had thought of before going to the rescue center now seemed stupid to her.   She finally settled on Glory for the kittens name, thinking of the morning glory flowers and their soft bluish purple coloring.   As soon as they got home though, the excitement died  off.  Anna did as she had been told she had to do and took her kitten straight to the basement, settling Glory into the large kennel her mom had bought the week before.   She didn't really understand why her parents were making her keep Glory down here in the damp and cold basement for the first few days when the volunteer had said just keep her confined to one room until she was settled.   

After her parent finally deemed she could move Glory upstairs, she spent every waking minute she could get away with it, playing with Glory.   Months passed and her little kitten grew into a large house cat who proved adept at catching rodents and spiders, much to Anna's mothers relief.   Several years passed uneventfully for the small family of four. 

It was cold and raining outside, Anna, now 16, was exasperated.   Why did it have to be raining?   There were now 8 teenage boys camped in the living room, her 15 year old brother amongst them, all whooping and yelling at the football game that was blaring on the tv.   Anna had her music as loud as her parents allowed and could still hear the party downstairs.  She slammed her journal down onto her bed, giving up on trying to write.   Glory flicked her tail rapidly, seeming  to mirror Anna's annoyance.   She reached down and stroked the cat lovingly.   "Why did they have to stay here today?"' she asked the cat, more as a musing than anything.   Suddenly there was loud steps on the stairs.  Anna sighed again, knowing it was her brother coming up.

Anna had grown to dread any time spent with her brother over the last year.   Especially if her parents weren’t right there with her.    Ever since he had gone through puberty, her brother had been vile and abusive.     

This all came to a turning point the night that he hurt her cat.   Once the cuffs were on her, Anna knew her life had gone from was nightmare to another.

     Otis was sitting in the center of the living room with Chaska. They were coloring in dragons and cartoon castles.
     "Chaska, do you know where Otis' puffer jacket is?" Kyle's mother asked, walking into the living room with a basket filled with clothes. She was going to do laundry, and after that Chaska would make her a cup of tea before taking over with chores.
     "It's at my apartment," Chaska said, looking up from the coloring book. "Kyle and I will be doing one last look around and pick up tomorrow, sorry."
     The old woman smiled. "It's no problem. I can't wait for you all to live together so things aren't miles apart," she said with a sweet laugh before walking away.
     Chaska smiled at that before looking down at the picture Otis was trying to get his attention to see.
     It was a Friday afternoon, and Christmas holidays were starting early for the kids in school, so Chaska had free time to spend with Otis and his grandmother. Kyle has a client to work for today, so he wouldn't be back until sometime in the evening.
     In-between work, taking care of Otis and doing basic house chores the two men had managed to move most of the furniture in Chaska's place over to the townhouse. They had put his clothes in boxes and bags, and they were going to pick those up tomorrow. The cats were still at his apartment, but Kyle and Chaska planned on bringing them over to Kyle's mother's place for the time being by tomorrow
     The plan for the holidays was to spend Christmas and New Year's Day together in Kyle's mother's cottage before leaving for their own house sometime in January. Everything was happening fast, but Chaska has been able to keep up so far. He was excited about the change in his life, and he was happier than he'd ever been in his whole twenty-two years.
     "Can you draw the house?" Otis asked, making Chaska come out of his thoughts. The young man blinked before staring down at the blank corner of the coloring book the toddler was pointing to. "The new house," Otis went on, giving Chaska a pencil.
     "Okay," the dark-haired man said, trying his best to draw a simplified version of the red brick townhouse he has Kyle has gotten together. They talked about moving in together and the house a lot in bed, so it was natural that Otis picked up on it. Even his grandmother mentioned it quite frequently.
     "The cats will live with us?" the child asked, as their small mouth made a shocked 'o' as they clapped their hands. Chaska nodded, drawing the third cat as a stack of circles with a wriggly line as the tail.
     "Daddy," the boy laughed, staring down at the stick drawing that Chaska gave Kyle's new fuzzy scruff. The taller stick figure standing beside it took a while for Otis to figure out but the soon did. "Chaska!" he said, pointing at the long lines for hair.
     Chaska nodded, picking up the boy before placing him in his lap. The boy said Chaska like 'chess-car' but he never bothered to correct him. The British cartoon accent was here to stay it seemed.
     "Is that me?" the boy asked, as his eyes stared down at the shortest stick figure.
     "It's you!" Chaska said, putting on a cute voice before picking the book up so that the two of them could see the drawing better.
     Chaska ruffles Otis's blond hair as the boy smacked his lips and stared at the drawing.
     "What about mommy?"
     Chaska's face became pale at the boy's words. "Your mummy is working," the dark-haired man said. "See," he added, taking a pencil to draw a woman at the other end of the paper.
     Chaska was worried about Otis' reaction, but the boy seemed satisfied.
     "And grandma?" he asked, making Chaska Chile before getting to work drawing a hunched back stick figure. It seemed the boy was just curious, not sad. He was happy about that.
     He had an urge to tell Otis that it was okay to call him daddy too, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.
     Soon. He thought, reminding himself that transitions like that took time for children. Also, it was just a title. For all intents and purposes, he was already acting like Otis' father—he was one of Otis' parents.
     Kyle came back just in time for dinner. He went up to the attic to change out of his work clothes before coming downstairs wearing a pair of loose shorts and a tank top. The evening dinner was nice. It was homely and the food tasted nice. The men talked to the woman about moving, and she went on about how she was going to be lonely again by herself.
     "We'll come to visit a lot," Kyle said. "I promise," he added, earning a smile from the elderly woman who poked at her food with her fork. It was evident that she was worried Kyle would disappear again, even though he would just be a few miles away.
     "I would love that. You can always come and borrow anything you need," she said. The woman looked over at Chaska. "You're dropping off your keys with your landlord tomorrow, right?"
     Chaska nodded. "Yes." He poked a pea. "I even spoke to the person who'll be living there soon the other day."
     The table became quiet for a bit until Kyle let out a little 'oh' and everyone turned to look at him.
     He shook his head, waving a hand over his head. "I forgot to say something," he said before looking from Chaska to his mother. "Anastasia said she's coming over on Christmas day if that's alright."
     "That's good!" Kyle's mother said, grinning from ear to ear. "I've never seen the person that made this boy face to face before," she said, reaching out to pinch Otis' cheek.
     "Mommy?" the boy asked with wide eyes and Kyle nodded.
     "Just for a few hours," he told Otis, before turning his attention back to the adults. "She said she's passing through this route for a business trip and asked for the address so that she could stop by."
     Kyle's mom hummed, nodding her head, and Chaska forced himself to smile. He didn't know Anastasia personally, and if anything, he was a bit thrown off by the announcement. He knew Kyle has ended things with her, but he was a bit panicky. What if the two saw each other again had hit it off? What of Kyle decided that he had made a mistake?
     The thought scared the younger man.
     "I'm going to wash off the dishes, and start early on the chores," Chaska said, getting up from the dining table and excusing himself. He wasn't sure how long he could put up the fake smile, so he had to leave.
     Kyle and his mother noticed something was wrong, but it seemed like Chaska needed space, so they let him be.
     The man went up to the attic room after he washed off the plates and squeezed the napkins until they were no longer heavy with absorbed water.
     Kyle didn't come upstairs until a good hour later, and when he did Chaska was already in bed, buried under the covers. Kyle sighed, changing out of his clothes before climbing into bed with Chaska. The mattress sinking told Chaska that the blond man had come upstairs, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to look at him. Chaska's throat was clogged, and he felt like he would break down of Kyle said the wrong thing. So, the man shut his eyes and tried to stay quiet.
     "I know you're awake," Kyle said after a while, raising a section of the duvet before sliding under it so that he and Chaska's bodies were touching and sharing heat. Chaska remained silent, but he opened his eyes and stared at the blue blanket as Kyle's hand found its way to his waist.
     "Is this about Anastasia?"
     Chaska thought about lying, but he decided it wasn't worth it. "Yes."
     "Did I do something wrong by saying she could come over?"
     Chaska felt his eyes sting. "No."
     "Are you sure? You sound like you're going to cry," Kyle sighed.
     "It's not your fault, I'm just being very insecure," Chaska mumbled. "I know Otis would like to see his mum, and it makes sense that your mother would at least like to see the person you were married to," Chaska said.
     "So, don't worry, it's just me being nervous," Chaska stressed.
     Kyle sighed, and his breath fanned the younger man's neck. "What are you nervous about?"
     "You two getting back together," Chaska admitted, swallowing the excess spit in his mouth. "I don't know, maybe you'll change your mind when you see her—"
     "I won't." Kyle's voice was firm, and so was his grip on Chaska's waist. "I won't," he repeated, getting the younger man to turn and face him under the dim lighting of the room.
     Chaska opened his mouth, but he couldn't get words to come out, so he closed it again. He snuggled closer to Kyle, letting himself feel the rise and fall of the man's chest.
     "I think both of you will be good friends," Kyle said, and Chaska remained quiet. "She loves her son, she'll be happy to find someone taking good care of him," he added as he ran his fingers through Chaska's hair.
     "Do you really think so?" Chaska asked.
     "Yes." Kyle pressed a kiss to Chaska's forehead.
     "Where's Otis?" the younger man asked, wondering where the boy was. He had been so packed with nerves that he didn't notice their regular third was nowhere in sight.
     "He's with his grandma," Kyle said. "I wanted to talk to you, also I didn't want him to see you sad. He would get sad too."
     Chaska chuckled. "Yeah, kids are like that. They can be very sympathetic."
     "Yes, but it's a lot worse with people they like," Kyle asked.
     Chaska licked his lower lip. "Well, I guess I'm Otis' favorite teacher."
     Kyle hummed. "Nah, you're his favorite person."
     "Even more than his parents and his grandma?" the younger man asked.
     "Yes, you are god-tier to him," Kyle said. "He should start calling you God," the man joked but Chaska didn't laugh.
     "Well, I would like it if he called me dad or something like that." Chaska could hear his heart pounding in his ears. "I didn't care before, but the more I think about it—"
     "I'm sure Otis would like that," Kyle said, cutting Chaska off before he could ramble on about everything and nothing. "Though, he already calls me daddy," Kyle muttered.
     Chaska remained silent.
     "Well, he can call us both 'daddy', he'll find qualifiers himself," Kyle said. "I'm afraid I'll be 'okay daddy' and you'll be 'better daddy', and now that I think about it that would hurt my feelings."
     Chaska burst out laughing, and Kyle held him tight, happy that he had been able to raise the man's mood.

A collection of Ten Gay Romance Novels.

Volume One: Like Sugar.

Jared Abitol is ugly, past his prime and desperate for love. 

But when you look like Jared love isn't easy to find. Jared might not have the looks, but he has the money, so giving up on love and settling for the next best thing is all he can do.

With the help of a colleague, Jared Abitbol reaches an agreement with Darnell Miller. Jared pays his college fees and rent, while Darnell puts up with shitty sex with an older man.

Sounds simple enough, doesn't it?

It's not.

Volume Two: May-December

After filing his company for bankruptcy, Kyle's wife leaves him and his three-year-old son. Now a forty-two-year-old divorcee with no parenting skills or money, Kyle decides to move back to the small home town he grew up in. 

He should have lost all hope in love and romance, but there's something about Chaska, his son's preschool teacher, that just makes him feel like a college student in love again.

Volume Three:  Why I Love Him

Johnathan has always been helplessly in love with Wayne.
  
 Wayne, the top of his college's engineering class. Wayne, the student council president. Wayne, the best graduating student in their class. 

Wayne and Johnathan used to have something, something Johnathan thought was a relationship, but when Wayne cuts all contact with him after they graduate, and Johnathan starts hearing rumors about Wayne getting married, he realizes that wasn't the case.
  
Fast forward to the future were Wayne is asking for a second chance. Johnathan wants to hate him with every fiber of his body, but he can't just understand why in the world he was still in love with him.

Upcoming Volumes:
- Why I Love Him
- Learning to Love
- Acceptance.
- My Type Of Socializing
- Kissing Wounds
- Aristocrat

Sierra leaned forward in interest. "Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Lots of things…I need to be able to picture what I'm writing in my head so I look up references a lot. People, places, outfits," Nathan explained.  
"…outfits?"
"Oh yeah, sometimes outfits can make or break a scene! But I'm no fashion expert so looking things up is my only option. A lot more goes into writing than people might think. Sorry…this is probably boring you, huh?"
Sierra shook her head. "Not at all! I'm always down to learn something new. I didn't realize that so much research went into writing before though I probably should have. Authors can't know everything off the tops of their heads. What are you working on right now? Or can you not tell me?"  
"Well, I suppose I can tell you since you'll probably never read it," Nathan said with a shrug.  
She held up her hands. "Wait! Don't tell me. I actually do want to read it."  
He blinked at her in surprise. That was unexpected. He thought she said she didn't normally read mysteries. "Are you sure? I don't want you to get bored."
"With how much Scarlett raves about your writing I highly doubt I could get bored."
Nathan's face heated. Why did a secondhand compliment matter to him that much? It might be because of who it was coming from. Which was very, very bad. He didn't want Sierra's opinion to matter to him because that would mean he liked her.  
It was too late to back out now. He couldn't get rid of someone as persistent as her without explaining the horrible truth about his past and the fact that he was supposed to be alone. He never talked about that with anyone and it would probably clue her in that he was in real danger of having a stupid crush.  
He was twenty-seven! He was too old for that sort of thing. Avoiding her really would have been the better thing to do but he was stuck.  
Sierra stood to go. "I should probably let you get back to it. I'll redeem myself though; I have a great recipe for eggnog mini cheesecakes I was planning on making sometime before Christmas and I know those turn out well. I'll bring them by when I get around to making them. See you Nathan."
"See you," he said in a bit of a daze.  
Nathan wasn't expecting her to bring him baked goods more than once. He thought this was solely in exchange for him driving her to the grocery store. That thought vanished as soon as she was out the door.  
He wondered why he was on the couch and got up to move back to his desk, spotting the bag of cookies. Ah. He had no memory of those getting there so Sierra had to be involved.  
They looked super weird but he had probably tried one already so it should be safe to eat another. He took a bite as he sat back down in front of his laptop. Yep. Those lumpy pink cookies were good.  
At this point Nathan was beginning to accept the gaps in his memory without questioning them too much. He must really like this person to keep getting involved with her to the point of her bringing him cookies, albeit hideous ones.  
It had been a long time since he was interested in spending time with anyone other than Amber. This wasn't good but he must have his reasons for staying involved even if he couldn't remember them right now. He would have to trust his own judgment.  
===  
Nathan noticed three other types of baked goods in his apartment that he had no memory of over the next few weeks. Eggnog mini cheesecakes, gingersnaps, and red velvet cupcakes. Sierra must enjoy baking.  
He felt slightly guilty about receiving so much without giving anything back. It was clear that they had some sort of relationship considering how often he found evidence of her in his apartment so he felt like he had to get her some sort of gift.  
He had never bought a woman a gift unless you counted Lisa or his mother when she was alive. Amber was a kid so she liked different things than adults did. How was he supposed to come up with ideas when he couldn't even remember her most of the time?  
Nathan scrolled through his phone to see if he could find her phone contact. There she was. The memories came rushing back but he still had no idea what to get her.  
After all the times they had run into each other he still didn't know much about her. She seemed to enjoy baking but aside from that the only things he knew she liked were Mirrorscape and gardening.  
Maybe he could get her a houseplant. That seemed so lame though and he didn't know if she already had any.  
He could always try to ask Scarlett—she would definitely know—but how would he contact her? He supposed he could do it through his public author account on Facebook but that would only work if she opened the message when Sierra was around. Otherwise she would think he was a total freak for asking a random person about her houseplants.  
It was a risk Nathan had to take. He kept his contact for Sierra open and in his hand so he wouldn't forget about her again while he composed his message and opened Facebook on his laptop.  
Scarlett Nolan wasn't hard to find since she was a Top Fan on his page. She shared a slight resemblance with her sister as well though their coloring was a bit different.  
If Sierra was with her when he sent the message she wouldn't be freaked out so he realized he should wait until it was more likely they would both be home. A Saturday morning should be safe, shouldn't it? He would only have to wait two days for that.  
Nathan really hoped the timing worked because if it didn't he might lose one of his biggest fans over seeming like a total creep. Or maybe she would like his writing enough to not care that his request was totally out of the blue. He wasn't sure.  
Thankfully his timing seemed to work out. He cursed how awkward his message was immediately after sending it but Scarlett still responded to it positively.  
'You're thinking about getting Sierra some sort of houseplant for Christmas, aren't you? All we have are a couple of spider plants, a dracaena, and some succulents. I'm sure she'd be thrilled to get anything she doesn't already have. Good luck!'
How did she figure that out based on his message? All he said was 'Hey, this is kind of random but what sort of houseplants does Sierra have already?' and she managed to figure it out. Well, it was close to Christmas and there wasn't any other reason he could have asked.  
'Thanks Scarlett!' Nathan sent back.  
'No problem'
He still didn't know anything about houseplants though. He would have to look up a list of things that grew well indoors before he went to a nursery. First, he needed to write down 'look up houseplants to get Sierra' on a sticky note because he was going to forget as soon as he stopped looking at her contact photo on his phone.  
Doing things for her when she wasn't actively in front of him was rather difficult. He wanted to surprise her though. She probably never got surprised because of her power. It would be kind of hard to surprise someone when you couldn't remember them as soon as they were out of your sight.  
She had been so desperate not to have him avoid her because he was the only one that could remember her. To be a good friend, he had to take advantage of the loophole as much as possible instead of always having her come to him.  
That must be so tiring for her. Poor thing.  
As soon as Nathan closed his phone he forgot what he was doing until he saw the note. Right. Christmas present. He needed to look that up and get it taken care of as soon as possible. The rest of his Christmas shopping was already done since he only had to buy things for three people.  
Now there were four. It was strange to think about but also kind of nice. He had a friend to buy something for! The last time he did anything like that was probably in middle school.  
Eventually he settled on getting Sierra a poinsettia because they were Christmassy. He could drop it off at her apartment the day before Christmas Eve. They were traveling to Jake's parents' house again to stay the night there.  
He did know where she lived when he was able to remember her properly, right? If not there had to be a way he could figure that out without asking her directly and spoiling the surprise.  


Superpowers are not all they are cracked up to be! Nathan Grant wanted nothing more than to live quietly after the tragedy his power caused when he was younger but fate has other plans for him, including meeting a mysterious woman named Sierra that no one can seem to remember...

*Set in the same universe as The Sound of Silence*

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

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