Aizawa Oneshots and More

A Noble's Descent

Hi everyone! Strawberry here bringing you guys another chapter with a little twist to it. 

Pirate! Aizawa x Noble! Reader

Let me know if you want a part two! (please let me know or provide feedback, I absolutely adore it and all of you <3) 

Thank you for your continued support, and as always, happy reading!

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The ship rocks violently, and the crack of cannon fire splits the air, sending shivers down your spine. You cling to the railing as your family's vessel lurches, the chaos of the attack swirling around you. The screams of sailors and the clashing of swords fill the night, but you stand frozen in place, watching helplessly as a dark, menacing ship looms closer.

Pirates.

Your heart hammers in your chest, fear and disbelief flooding your mind. This isn't supposed to happen. You're on a peaceful diplomatic mission, traveling to distant shores on your family's orders. Pirates didn't dare attack royal vessels – until tonight.

The pirate ship crashes against the side of yours, grappling hooks thrown overboard, dragging the two ships together. The clash of steel grows louder as the pirates boarded, and your crew fights valiantly, but you can see it – the tide of the battle is turning. These aren't ordinary marauders. They move with precision, strategy. It's clear they are being led by someone ruthless... and experienced.

Your breath catches when you see him.

Amidst the chaos, a tall figure in black, with long, disheveled hair and eyes as sharp as the daggers your men carried, steps onto the ship. His presence commands attention. He doesn't shout orders, doesn't need to. His crew moves as though they already knew what he wanted – a man in control, with no need for unnecessary words.

Aizawa Shota.

You've heard rumours of him before. He was feared on the seas, not just because of his skill in battle, but because of his intelligence – always one step ahead, always impossible to catch. And now, it seems, his eyes are locked on you.

One of the pirates advances towards you, but before he can grab you, Aizawa raises a hand. "Leave them." His voice is low, calm, but the authority in it is undeniable. "I'll handle this one."

The pirate hesitates, then backs away. You can barely breathe as Aizawa approaches, his dark eyes scanning you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle.

"Looks like we've caught ourselves quite the prize," he says, his voice quiet yet full of purpose. He leans in slightly, his presence overwhelming. "I wonder what kind of ransom you'll fetch for."

You glare at him, defiance sparking within you despite the fear gnawing at your insides. "You won't get away with this."

Aizawa raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Is that so?" His gaze flickers to the chaos around you, then back to your face. "From where I'm standing, it seems I already have."

Before you can respond, a sharp pain blooms in the back of your head as something – or someone – strikes you from behind. The world spins, your vision darkening, and the last thing you hear before the darkness consumes you is the cold, steady voice of Aizawa:

"Take them to my ship."

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A dull ache throbs at the back of your head, and the steady creaking of wood fills your ears as you slowly regain consciousness. The air is heavy with the smell of salt and damp wood, and as you blink your eyes open, it becomes painfully clear – you aren't on your ship anymore.