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shoutascoffeepot · 5 months ago

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Chapter four: Dawn of Judgment.

The Art of Deception: The Deadly Dance - Series

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Female Original Character

Themes: Mafia, psychological, gore, age gap, cultural differences.

!!!Trigger Warnings!!!: Age gap, sexual visualizations of a minor (she's almost 18), swearing, gun usage, deep talk, kidapping, controlling, smoking, drugs, graphic depictions of gore, blood, torture, dead dove do not eat.

Notes: I'm sorry I keep disappearing, I'm busy IRL even though I am almost done writing chapter 10. There are more posted chapters on my ao3 account, the series name is the same if you'd like to search it up there.

Warning: Names, places and events that happen are all fictional. Any overlapping on real life people, places or events is purely coincidental.

Also, this chapter contains unfiltered criminal and psychological behavior, please be mindful whilst reading the trigger warning list and expect the worse before proceeding. Read at your own discretion. Your mental health matters <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Lilith

My hand was shaking, a roll of goosebumps ravishing my entire body and a rush of cold washed over me. Impulse was both my strength and weakness. When I would be over what particular thing I’ve done, this ice cold settles in and I’m not sure I was the fondest of it.

Eraser dragged us all out and per my request, he made sure Chisaki was with us yet in a different car. Eraser hasn’t said a word to me, but I read him well. Fuck I read him too well. Eraserhead may want to appear to be the most unreadable, disheartening, boss. I saw resolve, doubt, he kept quiet to think the silence was loud enough.

Eraser was in fact, speechless.

I scoffed with half a smile on my face, then my headache hit again. Did he take my vape? It has been a long time since I smoked. I preferred not to.

His eyes bored into my soul. My eyes met with his tired ones, he pulled yet another fat cigarette and lit it up, a puff of smoke left his lips as it glowed, glancing away out the window. Contemplating. This air around him was like electricity to me. And the memory of this morning flooded my head. Him breathing over my face, a breath rich of tobacco and coffee mixed in with his earthy spicy cologne.

I leaned to tower over his side. “Sumanai.” I spoke before picking his cig and taking a hit, too heavy. It went right to my head, the ache washed away with dizziness. I shouldn’t have taken such a big breath.

And the car went over a speed bump.

I rumbled and lost balance. Yet Eraser was quick to catch his cig from my hand and press me plush against him with his free hand.

“So much for a big girl’s puff.” His deep voice called and I dare not look at him. I can already feel the bass of his voice in my core. I could hear him take another breath and smell it as he exhaled. My hands on his chest, I pushed myself up but he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled.

I gasped, looking at him with my cleavage and neck exposed.

“Sorry for ruining the deal, don. And sorry for ruining this dress.” I blurted, I could feel his eyes restraining from looking down at me and clinging onto my eyes.

“Sorry for staining your suit too.” I brought my fingers to my mouth, teeth latched on the lacy fabric and pulled my black glove off. It was my right hand. Nails painted red and fingertips stained red too. He bit his lower lip and loosened his grip.

“Black suits you.”

“I know it does.” I responded to his comment and leaned back to my seat, closing my eyes. “My job is done. You have to let me go.” I announced, unwilling of it.

“You’re not planning to have me dead?”

“My job was to keep you alive during the deal.”

“How did you–?”

“I have my ways. Now just like how fast you took my things. You shall return them.”

“Who are you–?”

“It’s not important now.” We reached his place and I got off, gazing over my shoulder as he followed. “I can be whatever you want me to. I am Lilith, your savior.” I smirked and he let out a chuckle.

Deep, vibrating chuckle.

I almost felt it in my core.

Fuck.

My chest.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked and I looked at him, zoning back in.

“Nothing. Why?”

“You dropped your smile for a second there.”

I grinned. “It was fun while it lasted.”

“Even though there was nothing to–” We both spoke.

“Last.” I breathed.

“Last?” He questioned

What the fuck is this tension?

“Jinx.” The muscle in his cheek flexed as he said that. I enjoyed how he looked doing that.

“The girl.” Clearing my throat, I started. “Who’s taking care of her? I’m not legal yet.”

“You’re not?” He seemed surprised.

“October.” I chimed as we strolled inside. My gloved hand holding both my one heel that I was wearing and the other glove as I walked barefoot.

“I see. An innocent girl shouldn’t live under danger.”

“Right. Your mansion is both safe and dangerous. And I don’t suppose I’m quite the right person to take care of her.” I mentioned right when we reached my wing and the men were already inside, packing for me. When did he order them? I went inside and gestured Shouta to follow as I went to the closet

I picked out a bra and a pair of panties, both in fushia, alongside black cargo pants and a full sleeved black top.

“I will have you an SUV to drive you home.” He mentioned.

Humming in agreement, I rolled the idea of having a kid around. I suppose it wouldn’t be too bad. I might force myself to fix my sleep. It would be.. More of an antidote.

“Do you think keeping her with me is safe?” My eyes trailed to his face. He had the lightest of flushes with the clothes in my arm, he looked tired, eyebags growing.

“Yes.” He didn’t hesitate.

“Even when I disagree with Chisaki, I wouldn’t be too sure one of his men won’t free him and kidnap her.” He added.

“Speaking of.. Let me go pay him a visit, no?” I put down my clothes on the marble counter in the bathroom and came back out, putting my glove back on and leaving the heel behind.

“Let’s drain some answers out.” I could feel the curtain draping over me again. The urge to kill. The urge to see all the pride flush away from their faces with the knock of death.

He led me to a spacious basement. It was undecorated. The ceiling was cement with white light bulbs hanging fairly lower than the average. The walls and floors were glazed cobblestone. Smart. Cement wouldn’t be easy to clean. The only thing separating the staircase corridor from the big room was bars.

Hell.

I could hear the echoes of Eraser’s dress shoes when we walked. The room had random chairs, chains and a plastic table atop all tools used near the right wall. Unlike everything else, the tools –once I drew the knife out of its pocket– were so shiny I could see my reflection in them. I plucked one of the hairs from my own head and tried slicing it in half. The edge of the blade glided smoothly on the follicle.

Another set of feet walked into the basement and wails of pain alongside screeches of Chisaki’s shoes as he was forced by two men. I watched them as they chained him onto the chair. His left eye socket was empty and my heel was still in his thigh.

“Go ahead and kill me already.” He grumbled.

“Not until I get my answers.” I flipped the knife in my hand, gripping the handle then bringing the blade to my palm, gliding it open until crimson bloomed. I could hear the fighting and gruntles of the other men that worked for Chisaki as Eraser’s agents chained them up too.

“Lilith–” Eraser called to my injury but I paid no attention.

“Sh..” I put down the knife and brought my bloody finger to my lips. “You will watch, better enjoy the show.”

I went to the first man, recognizing him as the one who defied me. “Say, I know the people in the room know the information I need. Where is your so-called product stored?”

My voice was soft, dreamy even as I sucked on my teeth, observing the man before me. He glanced behind me, at Chisaki. I held his face with one hand and jerked it back to meet my eyes. “You’re at my mercy.” I leaned in, inch away. “Do not forget that and answer.”

He quivered as I leaned away.

“DON’T YOU DARE–”

“I WILL GIVE EACH OF YOU SLOW PAINFUL DEATHS. DECAPITATE YOU THEN SHIP YOUR HEADS TO YOUR FAMILIES BEFORE HUNTING AND KILLING EACH ONE OF YOUR BLOODLINE.” I screamed, cutting off Chisaki’s attempt.

“You better start talking.” I turned back to the man, beaming.

“N-No.. Please-”

I sighed and turned back to Sho– Eraser. Eraser. “Can we get a torch lighter? I want to heat up the tools.”

He crooked up a brow. “Yes.” He leaned back and his man beside him went stumbling up the stairs and briefly came back as I scanned the pliers. I handed him the knife from before. “Make it red.”

I grabbed the plier and grabbed the guy's hand, he struggled of course but I managed to get it between my thick thighs and pulled on the nail with the tool. His guttural scream echoed through the walls of the room as blood oozed from the raw nail bed.

“If you get a deep wound I will scorch you. So you stay alive for days, weeks, watching as I butcher you and your comrades.” I threatened.

“Look at your former leader, one silly move and he lost an eye and a functional femoral artery. He’s only awake because my pretty little SHOE is stopping him from bleeding out.” I loomed before pulling on his hair and forcing him to stumble forward, two meters away from Chisaki and forced to stare at him, sniffling like a goddamn child.

I waited patiently, by the sound of how his sobs got deeper I knew he’s guilty because he’s gonna fess up.

“Sorry boss…”

Bingo.

“There’s a bar near the starbucks that’s by some famous spa center in Sapporo district–”

“AHO DA-” Chisaki screamed.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP.” I let go of the guy and went up to Chisaki. Grabbing his finger with the pliers I twisted the bone of his knuckle off and stuffed it into his throat.

“Keep going. I’ll make sure your body reaches your family.” I stood over the guy again.

“You need to have a password to be let into the secret passage… Only Chisaki knows it.”

“Anything else I should know of?” I clicked my tongue.

“It connects all of the cities and towns together, very convenient for traveling and hiding.” He sighed.

“Good boy.” I patted his head. “You’ll die an honorable death, I give you my blessing to go to hell.”

I moved away and eyes met with Shinsou who was taken aback. Where did Sho– Eraser go?

“Get a bullet in this man’s head.” I cleared my throat and Shinsou went ahead and put the gun to the side of his head. With the gunshot the brains splattered onto the others faces. I went ahead and took the red knife from the man who’s been heating it up. Then proceeded to brand Chisakis' knuckle so he’d stop losing blood.

“Get him a doctor for his thigh.” I mumbled before leaving the cell and heading upstairs. Where the fuck did he go? Whatever, it was none of my business now.

I went back to my room and turned on the shower, red footprints left of my trail on the creme tiles. Stripping down and letting the almost scorching water engulf me in warmth.

That unpredictable piece of work. Who the fuck kidnaps a random off the floors of the club? My chest ached; did he often do that? Kidnap, mesmerize his subject then use them before killing for fun? My visit to Japan didn’t revolve around him, in fact I was going to abandon that idea since it was undoable.

Yet the idea of leaving didn’t fail to make my chest feel hollow. This crazy obsession over one man had to come to an end. Stalking him for two years is enough, I’ve come to Japan, that’s as close as I can be. He’s way older and seemed like the drugs, one-fuck and go type. I hated that, so disappointing. I knew he was like that in his early years but the image of him leaving those behind as he turned thirty was a theory I managed to convince myself only.

That’s what I get. For fabricating a version of him that never existed.

When I got out of the shower I clipped on the bra, slipped into the panties, got dressed in the cargo pants and pulled my top over my head. I feel dumb, so dumb. All of these stupid men are the same, wanting a hole to fuck. It’s not like I’m the easiest to love anyways, my arms and legs were full of scars, they like to think they’re shawarmas.

I dried my hair and it immediately fluffed up. Then I wore my favorite pair of trekking boots. I already miss the shower. Is that going to be the only place I feel warm? My eyes burned.

Why am I such a sensitive bitch?

Leaving the bathroom, one of the Aizawa’s men stood there. “Your car is ready, Ojo-Sama.”

“Arigato gozaimasu.” I left and made my way through to the gate, looking around, this little piece of heaven will go to some other woman, or man, whatever it is.

It is what it is.

I then locked eyes with Aizawa and he pulled me into his office, pinned me to the wall and locked the door. He seemed distraught. And I was caught off guard, my heart pounding as I observed his suave features.

“Your name..” He panted, his face was so close. Moreso the reason I lightly rolled my eyes.

“My name, what about it?” I closed my eyes, perhaps I can relish this moment a little. I can feel his breath on my cheek.. The heat of it gathered in my chest, and other places.

“Noor. The light of death or dawn of judgem–”

“Don’t.” I glared at him and pushed him away. The blood in my veins went cold.

“I was never paid to kill anyone, I was paid to get answers. The fuckers just die because they make themselves suffer too much. And this stupid thing–” Tears rolled out my eyes, it feels like everything I’ve worked to do had come with no avail.

“Me coming here. Protecting your fucking ass, was not a job. No one told me to do shit. I wasn’t even gonna do it because it seemed impossible to intrude. You kidnapped me and made it possible. You being alive right now is a mere fucking coincidence and I wish it hadn’t happened!” I yelled at him as he stood unfazed yet gulping this shit down.

“Only for you to be so-” I gestured with my hands. “Charming.” I gritted.

“Fuck. You.” I unlocked the door and left, sniffling.

Shouta.

What?

I still didn’t process one thing she uttered at me. Does that mean she knew me beforehand? Was she stalking me? How did she even know of me when barely the Japanese know of me? Also.. I was charming? That surely did bring a smile to curve at my lips but why does it upset her?

Running my hands through my hair, I slumped onto my desk chair and called for Shinsou. The odds of this whole ordeal were slimmer than the chance of finding a needle in a mountain of hay. My attraction to her was merely infatuation and shall pass by. I ordered him to install cameras in Noor’s apartment as I skimmed through the file of information I made my men gather that rested on my table.

Her apartment wasn’t even under her name, it was under someone called Yin. How fucking clever. Not registering it under a family member’s name. I had access to cameras that are tiny, they don’t glow red, like a speck of dust. They should run unnoticeable. I saw the next document, it was her application for university under her real name. A copy of her IELTS, seven and a half? Impressive.

There was a copy of her passport. Fuck, she looked put together and… Beautiful. Looking right through the camera wasn’t she? With that sly smirk. She was Arabic after all, not european. My instincts were once again proven right.

Shit, I shouldn’t be wasting time running a background check. Nor installing cameras. Fuck it, I’m installing them to insure safety of the child, I do not involve myself with dangerous people who threaten my reign or make me feel inferior. Yet that scene from today replays at the back of my head, over, and over, and over.

Pulling nail beds out, ripping fingers off, burning the wound so Chisaki doesn’t bleed out, she knew her ways and wasn’t even legal. I couldn’t help but wonder what would push such a young person– An innocent looking girl. Into that shit. She didn’t need the money, her financial status was stable, above average even. She’s smart, and got into a prestigious university with flying colors.

Noor seemed to… Enjoy it… In a way.

Even I always had someone else to do the torture, I couldn’t stand the whining. My game was at tracking people down and making illegal money. Not torturing per say…

What am I even thinking about? I need sleep. Yes.

It’s been a long day.

Long, eventful, day.

Once I reached my room, I slipped out of my clothes and let my hair free, plopping into the bed in nothing but boxers and wrapping myself in the crisp blanket.

Closing my eyes.

Turning.

Rolling over.

Stay still.

Focus on breathing.

In…

Out…

In…

The image of Noor’s curious eyes and glossed lips flashed in my head again. The way she took my cig, got lightheaded and how her breasts felt against me. How she flashed those pretty doll eyes at me. How she smelled when I pinned her to the door, her eyes closed and chest heaving with anxiousness, curiosity and desire. So unpredictable yet so fucking entertaining and..

Sweet, oh so sweet.

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aheckinmess · 3 months ago

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Stormy Salsa [Aizawa] (Fluff)

(One-shot 19/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays - and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Shouta Aizawa, Shota Aizawa, Pro Hero Eraserhead, Aizawa x OC, Eraserhead x OC, Original Female Character(s), Ichijiku Aoki, Aizawa is a Sweetheart, Aizawa is a Good Significant Other, A Rainy Evening, Also There's a Cat Involved, Dancing in the Living Room, Nursing a Headache, All the Little Intricacies of Everday Life

Word Count: 1,000 words

Summary: Ichijiku, feeling whimsical, pulls Shouta into a dance in the living room after nursing a headache.

Ichijiku (Tigress)

“Shouta, can you hand me the ice pack?” I groan, rubbing my temples. “This headache is killer.”

“Okay, Kitten, do you need the essential oils too?” He asks, rummaging in the freezer and wrapping it in a towel. The moment he sets it against my head, my muscles relax under the balm of the frigid relief it provides.

“That might help, yes.”

Some essential oils, the ice pack, and one nap later brings a clearer, less painful mind. The couch groans with me as I sit up to the sound of falling rain. Despite having just woken up, the gentle pitter patter against the roof lulls my eyes closed again until an orange blob nudges me awake.

“You feeling better, Kitten?” Shouta’s blurry visage draws closer until I put on my glasses. The orange blob turns out to be Cloud.

“Is it raining?” I yawn, stretching high with a wince at the ache in my neck. Cloud nuzzles against my hand and purrs when I give him the affection he so desperately desires.

“It started up about half an hour ago.” He chuckles as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “You dozed pretty well. Do you feel better?”

I nod and heave a sigh as I lean into his hand.

“Did I snore?” I ask.

“Nothing loud, but yes. You whimpered a bit and I worried you were having a nightmare, but you settled quickly.” He kisses my forehead.

“Mmph, I don’t remember any dreams.”

“Good to know.” He combs his fingers through my hair. “Are you hungry?”

“I think I’m okay right now.” Another yawn and I make grabby hands at him. “Cuddles?”

He chuckles and instead of joining me on the couch like a normal person, he flops right on top of me. His heavy weight against me soothes the tired aches of everyday living as his brand of playfulness reminds me of life’s simple joys. I only hope I can provide him some of the same relief.

“Oof! Hey!” I laugh, tickling the back of his neck.

“Gah!” He scrunches his neck and wriggles back momentarily before his fingers find my sides in retribution.

I lose the tickle war the second he touches me. My body twists violently as a shriek tears past my lips. Wiggling fingers flutter up my sides like butterfly wings, causing my laughter to echo through the house while I suffer for the sake of allowing him his fun for now.

“Shouta Aizawa! You traitor!” I squawk, lurching up on the couch and leaping away. Unfortunately, his reflexes prove inhumanly quick and there’s no doubting the strength of his muscles as he keeps me in place. “Nooo, Shoutaaaa! Stooopp!” I whine.

“Why would I do that when I get to hear your sweet laughter?” He teases, getting my weak spot behind my knee.

I cringe and try to squeeze myself off the couch as my body contorts involuntarily. I slump off the couch as intended, but Shouta slides off right after me, pinning me to the ground and continuing his tickle assault before he finally stops to kiss my forehead. While I catch my breath, he presses his forehead to mine and smiles at me.

“You know I love you, right?” He coos, stroking my cheek.

“Yes, I know.” I huff, scrunching my nose at him before leaning into his hand. “I love you too. Why else would I let you tickle me?”

“I’m glad.” He says, before tickling my ear and the back of my neck and sending my back arching straight up. He moves just in time to keep my head from bumping his. “You love me enough to put up with this?” He taunts.

“I’d rather you didn’t but yeeeaaahhhhahaahahahahaha!” I dissolve into laughter.

When he finally relents, it takes me a few minutes to compose myself. My sides cramp by the time I’m done, but I still wrap my arms around him for a tight hug when the giggles fade.

“Shouta, will you dance with me?”

“Dancing? In the living room?” He strokes my cheek. “I guess that can be arranged. What kind of dance?”

“Nothing fancy. Just a simple waltz or sway…so long as it’s with you.”

He stands and takes my waist and hand, effortlessly twirling me around as I rest my head against his chest. His heartbeat coaxes me around the floor with him. Normally, dancing would make me feel self-conscious, but Shouta makes me feel safe enough to indulge.

Only a few minutes into our dance, the sound of pouring rain echoes through the house much louder than moments ago. Distant thunder urges me to pull him towards the back patio, where we sway gently and watch the summer storm in companionable silence.

At least until I smirk up at him with a crazy idea.

“Come on,” I tug his hand and open the door, stepping out into the rain and immediately getting soaked. “Let’s dance out here!”

“What are you…” He watches me step out and blinks slowly. He crosses his arms and shakes his head. “We can’t do that here.”

“Sure we can!” I lean my head back and twirl in circles. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“You’ll have to excuse me, I believe it’s still inside with the cats.”

“Pretty pleeeaaase, Shouta-kun?” I look up at him with my most potent pair of kitten eyes.

He drops his arms to the side with a heavy groan. He pauses long enough that I think he’s going to dismiss me as insane and stay inside. But suddenly, he huffs and rushes out to scoop me in his arms and spin around with me cradled against him. I look up at him with a vibrant smile.

“Hey, Shouta?”

“Hm?”

“You know I love you, right?”

“...occasions like this sometimes bring it into question.” He winks, before setting me down and resuming our waltzing position. “But yes, I do.”

“Enough to dance with me in the rain?”

“Enough to dance with you in the rain.”

Want more Aizawa? Try: Movie Magic - The Tiger Tango

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