Aizawa Oneshots and More

Worship (NSFW)

HI GUYS!!! This here chapter is based off the song God by Jack Daniels.

Sorry that I haven't been writing much ^_^ lots of stuff going on but I'm hoping to be writing more soon. Also, I'm still making bots over on J.AI! I'm taking requests for bots there as well, so if you want someone done, let me know <3

Deity! Aizawa x Worshipper! Female! Reader

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The world is one where gods walk among mortals – or so the stories claim. Though few ever catch a glimpse of these divine beings, their presence is undeniable, etched into the fabric of daily life through their shrines, blessings, and the occasional wrath storm. Among them is Aizawa, the deity of judgement, justice, and moral rectitude. His domain is a place of quiet power, where grey skies seem to mirror his impartial gaze, and towering mountains whisper of his strength.

His shrine sits at the edge of a dense forest, isolated from the bustling towns below. It's small but meticulously maintained, its stone steps swept clean, the wooden torii gate polished to a faint sheen. The scent of incense lingers in the crisp air, carried by the soft breeze that winds through the pine trees. Though simple in design, the shrine radiates an unspoken authority, as if the deity it honours watches over it constantly.

You've been coming here for years.

Every morning, just as the sun breaks over the horizon, you climb the stone steps to offer your prayers. And every evening, as the sky bleeds into shades of yellow and violet, you would return with gifts – humble things like fresh fruits, fragrant herbs, and trinkets you made with your own hands. It isn't just duty that brings you here. It's faith. Unshakable, unrelenting faith in the god who had, in your darkest hour, answered your desperate plea.

Even though he has never released himself to you directly, you can feel his presence. In the stillness of the shrine, in the way the trees seem to part slightly as you approach, as though welcoming you into his domain. It's enough to keep you coming back, day after day, rain or shrine.

This morning is no different. You kneel before the offering box, the cold stone pressing against your knees as you clasp your hands together. Your whispered prayer carries into the quiet air.

"Your gracefulness, Aizawa, guardian of justice, may my offerings be worthy of your favour. Thank you for your protection and guidance."

A faint breeze brushes against your cheek, almost like a hand – warm, reassuring, and gone too quickly to be certain if it's real. You smile softly, lowering your head.

Little did you know, the deity you so faithfully worshipped watches from the shadows of his realm, his dark eyes narrowing in quiet contemplation.

Over the weeks, Aizawa finds himself lingering near the shrine more often than he cares to admit. Deities are not meant to be sentimental, and yet there's something about you – a quiet determination, a purity in your devotion – that he can't ignore. Unlike the countless others who sought his blessings only when convenient, you come every day, your faith unyielding even when life's hardships pressed you.

He watches as you kneel under the blazing summer sun, beads of sweat gathering on your brow. He saw you climb the shrine's steps during a torrential downpour, drenched but resolute. He hears your whispered prayers of gratitude even when you were struggling, your voice steady, your spirit unwavering.

It's... unusual.

This evening, as the moonlight bathes the shrine in a silvery glow, Aizawa sits atop the wooden torii gate, his dark cloak blending into the night. His feline-like gaze flicks to you as you climb the steps once more, a small bundle cradled in your arms.