The Assassin AU final update! Will our girls get their happy ever after? Threads are cut and closure looms.

TW - minor character death...

here's ohm's character sheet for the assassin au! :) i have his backstory in my instagram if you're interested to check it out! (press for better quality)

Ace Royale | Cripsta Nova

IMPORTANT NOTE: This is my very first action AU, so I apologize for things that seem oddly unrealistic in the crime world. I obviously don’t know much about it. If you have tips or feedback, please message/ask me about it! I created the idea for this fic through a song called Natalie by Bruno Mars, but I also want to credit @hollandroos​ for her fanfiction, Blow A Kiss, Fire A Gun. It was the very first Mob!Tom fanfiction I read (The first AU like that I’d ever read, actually.) and it still inspires me as I hope to continue this series. I hope for this to get better as it goes along. Just so you have the basic knowledge, this is kind of like a Mobster!AU meets Assassin!AU and a lot of wild crossover shit. 

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, language, guns, knives, suggestive sexual actions, mentions of pedophilia (It’s not any more graphic, it might even be less, than basic horror movies you might’ve seen. The description is mostly about action, not in depth detail of what it looks like. It’s an assassin/gang/mafia AU, so it’s kind of fucked up anyway.)

DISCLAIMER: This story contains content that I am just writing for the sake of the story. I do not condone/support it. Your “character” as the reader, may also do things you personally would not do. Please don’t read if you can’t handle that. THIS DOES NOT ACCURATELY REPRESENT TOM, HIS MORALS OR ANYONE HE’S ASSOCIATED WITH. I’M MERELY USING HIS IMAGE AND A NAME TO CREATE THIS STORY. PLEASE DO NOT EVER TAKE THIS AS AN ACCURATE PORTRAYAL OF TOM. (This is more of a movie in my head, and a character Tom is playing)

I have trigger warnings at the scenes that should need them. Please let me know if there are other subjects that need warnings!

Prologue

As three shrill beeps replaced dialing noises, Tom’s anger skyrocketed. He began to pace and repeatedly clench his fists at an attempt to hold back everything he was feeling. 

 “We’re sorry, you’ve reached a number that is either disconnected or no longer linke-“ Tom spun around and threw the phone, sending it flying into his bedroom wall and crashing to the floor. “Goddamnit!” He sat down on the corner of his bed, staring out through the wall-to-wall glass pane that separated him from the rest of the world. The skyline was a vibrant dark blue, turning to purple and black. 

 Every  dollar in his safe he’d worked his ass off to get was gone. There was no trace, no logical reasoning as to how it got stolen. That safe was one of the most protected vaults in the world.

 Natalie, or Natalia as Tom used to call her endearingly, was gone too. 

Disappeared. No word, no warning. 

 Not only had she cheated on him, she robbed him.

 “Tom, what do you want to do to respond?” His best friend and co-leader Harrison asked, frustration clear in his voice.

 “I don’t fucking know. Nothing yet, we’re too vulnerable. We’ll...need alliances.”

 She took his heart out of his chest and walked all over it, puncturing it with her stiletto heels.

 He found out everything she’d done after she left. Of course the man was riddled with sadness and hurt, but the only feeling he let control him was anger.  

He couldn’t be weak. Not now, not ever. 

 After willingly letting her in and finally bringing his guard down, she wrecked him. You know what everyone says? That Natalie Rose Giovanni can never be overthrown. She’s notorious for the lives she takes and everything in between. That she’s untouchable. But in the end, the greatest revenge is going out and accomplishing what is said to be impossible. And that is exactly what he would do.

 This was personal now.

 Natalie, Europe’s top drug queenpin with a terrifying hidden past, versus Thomas Stanley Holland, the most notorious mafia leader in almost every corner of the northern eastern hemisphere. 

 She took everything he had, even some of his very best men.

 His team.

 His power. 

 His reputation. 

 His empire. 

Soon enough, he was going to take every single bit of it back, even if it meant ruining her fucking life. 

 Even if it meant killing her.          

One

“Hang on,” you giggle softly, looking up at the man in front of you. “Why don’t we go back to your room?” 

 His hands had made their way under your thighs and he had you up against a wall, giving him easy access to touch your body. “We’re not exactly in the most private area of the hotel.”

 “If it gets that dress off you, then that’s fine by me,” he replies, kissing down your neck.

 “Eugene!” You push his hands down and stand straight up, smiling coyly at the millionaire while listening for any instructions in your earpiece.

 “You’re doing good. Get the card to his room and be quick with this, (Y/N). This operation has some complications.” 

 “I’m just telling you how I really feel, Allison.” Of all the names Felix could pick for an undercover op, why choose such a plain one? 

 You slip your hand into his pocket, pulling out the key card and tucking it into your bra, all without breaking eye contact with him. “I’ll meet you there in ten,” you whisper in his ear, running a finger down his chest as you walked away.

 “Fucking pig,” you mutter to the man behind the earpiece, making quick time to the elevator.

“Right?” The man in question is Felix Sternberg, (Known as Judas by his “enemies”) one of the most elite proxy murder directors in the world, or at least the most famous among federal government organizations and operations that do things not commonly associated with the human moral code. (Murder, drug dealing, etc.) He’s one of your newest co-workers. The brains behind your newest weapons, technology and escapes. It’s possible that without him, you would’ve been in a supermax prison by now. 

The most intensely protected in the U.S filled with the worst kind of people imaginable.

 People like you.

 “What’s his deal again?” You ask, shaking your head away from the doubting thoughts that often plagued you. 

“Rape, robbery, embezzling, pedophilia, the usual.” Felix says nonchalantly.

 “God, I cannot wait to shower tonight, that’s disgusting...” 

 “You’re also technically a contract murderer for a living, so I don’t know if you’re one to judge, (Y/N).”

“But I’ve never done shit to kids or forced myself on a person. I only kill people who deserve it.” 

“That last part is debatable, but we’re moving on. Wait for the bellboy in the elevator to leave before going up.”

“Sounds good.” 

The red silk dress draped on your body was apart of the job, a request made by the contract. The person who hired you was actually his wife, Valerie Pence. She wasn’t much better than him when it came to money, but once she found out what he’d done, the decision was easy. There also might’ve been infidelity involved in her reasoning.

She’d informed you that the best way to get to him was probably seduction and that his favorite color was red. The combination of the two would make it easy to get him alone. She took you shopping for the dress herself, an odd way of saying thank you (other than money) for the favor. When you stepped out of the changing room to show her, she simply smiled, but her watering eyes displayed a different emotion.

“You look stunning. This’ll work.” You wonder what her thought process was with hiring you, how their relationship came to be and everything in between. Getting personally involved with clients was a beginner’s mistake, but in some cases it was incredibly hard not to even think about what happened between some duos.

“He’s gone, move fast.” Felix interrupts your recollection, snapping you back to your work.

Eventually, you end up in his room, only stopping for a minute to marvel at the lavish decor and to peek around. White silk sheets dressed the king sized bed, complimenting the other colors in the room. Dark reds, black and grey all combined to give the room a sensual and eerie feeling.

Eugene appears soon after, hastily moving toward you, lust in his eyes. “Hang on, let me just go get something ready okay?” You stopped him, one hand steady on his waist the other over his shoulder.

 “Alright...”

“I want you to wear this, though.” You found some questionable fabric, presumably left behind the last hotel-goer, and started to tie it around his eyes as a blindfold. “Now lay here,” you pushed him down on the bed, a little too roughly, but he didn’t question any of it. 

You enter the bathroom swiftly, the door clicking behind you. 

“Felix, where’s my stuff?” You whisper. 

“Underneath the sink. There’s a silenced pistol. The bag has a change of clothes in it and some sunglasses. Put your hair up, too. I have someone ready to tamper with the security footage, but just in case I want you to try and be very discreet and exit through the fire escape. No one should see since you’re on the back of the building. Your ride will be waiting to take you home.”

“Thanks.” You grab the bag and begin to undress, leaving only your satin gloves on. This replaced the fancy dress and heels with what you could only describe as an outfit straight off if 2015 grunge tumblr, doc martens and all. 

Not the worst, but not the best outfit choice.

“I have one more...treat for you you, Mr. Pence.” You call out through the door, smirking to yourself. 4 sets of handcuffed glistened in the bag, and a gag. 

“Thanks for leaving them in there Felix. Did you put her fingerprints on them?” 

“You’re sadistic, but yes. The police and FBI will likely arrest Kathryn and any of her employees. I planted stuff to lead them to the kids. You’re in the clear but you need to get a move on, even if that includes speeding up your ‘process’.”

Kathryn Moseby, a “friend” of the millionaire. She holds a position in congress. She’s also the ringleader of a pedophilic sex trafficking ring. 

“Like I said, he deserves my ‘process’. They all do. I’m doing the world a favor right now.”

“Whatever you say.” 

 You sigh, plucking the bag off the ground and walking back to the bedroom. “I hope you like your girls dominant, Eugene.” You quickly click the handcuff onto his hand and to the bed frame before he could even respond. His breathing started to become uneasy, but he nodded. 

 “It’s new...but I’ll try.” 

“You don’t have a choice.” You whisper, clicking the second handcuff shut. The other two might’ve been too loose, but they’d restrain him. “Final touches,” you smile, climbing into the bed and almost straddling him. He seems taken aback as you jerk the gag tightly to make sure it stays on. “We don’t want anyone to hear us, now do we?” He shakes his head nervously in response.

 As an extra precaution, you switch on the TV to a music station, turning the volume up just enough to mask loud conversations. “Alright Eugene. Let’s begin.” You pick up the pistol and a small knife, crawling on the bed.

You run your fingers along his chin, feeling less gross about touching him because of the fabric between you two.

“I fawt yoo changfed?” He tries to ask in reaction to feeling the gloves, barely audible or intelligible.

“Oh, I did.” You giggle, removing his mask.

[TW: Violence]

He’s shocked, confused, and now scared. His eyes take in your figure and then the gun in your hand. He starts to panic.

“You didn’t think I was gonna let you off easy, did you?” The knife from earlier now glints menacingly in the soft lighting. “I don’t normally do it this slowly, but you’re a special kind of messed up. We’re all fucked up, especially me, but you, you’re a rapist and a pedophile. A cheater. Kind of the scum of the earth.”

He still wasn’t processing his situation entirely, but his chest was rising and falling rapidly. 

He wasn’t screaming. 

He wasn’t begging.

 Yet. 

You jabbed the knife directly above his knee. Angling it towards the bone. This time, his entire body jerked and he started to yell, but the music drowned out his shouts.

“That was for every child and person you’ve ever touched.” You pulled it out, watching the tears stream from his eyes, then ripped past the buttons on his suit shirt. “And this is for Valerie.” 

You slowly carve the knife into his skin, toward the right side of his stomach. It was a number that you carved. 334. 

“I wonder who my 335th will be?” 

“Hey (Y/N), as much as I enjoy tuning your weird shit out and waiting for you, you need to be fast. Like now. We’re cutting our time too close.” 

“I got it.” You frown sarcastically at the pathetic, convulsing man beneath you. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I have to go.” You pull the knife away, wiping the blood off with your gloves. 

The red contrasts the starch white in a disgustingly satisfying way. You stand up, brandishing the pistol excitedly. His screams are becoming increasingly louder, and more annoying. 

Watching him writhe in pain and desperation filled you with a twisted sense of pride. You keep telling yourself that he deserves it to justify your actions, but there’s still that one ounce of innocence in you that rejects those thoughts. 

Then you remember Valerie’s voice on the other end of the phone when she called, tearfully begging for help. She sounded desperate and sad, not angry.

She just wanted him gone. 

Had she tried to divorce him, she might’ve been endangered. If she turned him in for his crimes, he’d send people after her. 

That’s all you need to get the job done.

“I’ll see you in hell.”

Bang.

WHY do i make so many au’s knowing i don’t have the time when i’m invested in them to act upon them

god this summer i have so many au’s to work on :’)

heir of dragons (assassin au)

savage seas (pirate au)

dragonborn (made-up-concept au)

lightning and death (superheroISH au) LINK TO PROLOGUE 

night hawk (hiccup-kills-the-hunter-in-guardiansofvanahiem au)

secrets and lies (werewolf au)

rogue (revengeful-mercenary-goes-rogue au) LINK TO ONESHOT

Prologue-ish: 

Finishing the rest of his route, Aizawa Shouta can see the sun begin to rise. He begins to jump quicker between buildings, wanting to get to his house before those who worked early began to walk to work. He feels his landings become harder just as he's nearing his house. Landing on top of his house, Aizawa has to use his capture weapon to steady himself. Collapsing on top of his home just as the sun begins to rise, he takes off his goggles and sets them around his neck, sighing. He pulls out his phone from his pocket and sighs.

Time: 6:05 AM

3 Missed Calls from Hizashi:     1 missed call at: 1:23 AM     1 missed call at: 3:03 AM     1 missed call at: 4:53 AM

Knowing the man, it was most likely him just checking in on Aizawa. There had been a rise in night crimes, and just last week an underground pro-hero was severely injured. That, or he wanted to tell Aizawa about some kind of band he was listening to at the moment. Either way, he knows that the two of them, most likely, got no sleep last night. Standing up, Aizawa drags himself over to a window and opens it, silently entering his workroom. After getting inside, he turns around and shuts the window, trying his best not to step on anything that littered the floor. Exhausted, he mindlessly walks to his bedroom and flops onto the floor bed he and Hizashi use to sleep on if they hadn't showered after hero work. Quickly, he passes out.

~+~+~+~+~

"UP AND AT 'EM SHO-" Hizashi didn't even get to finish before a capture weapon starts to strangle him. He watches as an angry Aizawa looks up at him, eyes red, as his hair floats up. "Sorry..." He chokes out and the pressure around his neck disappears. He watches Aizawa's hair go down and chuckles. "One, you know the rule." Aizawa rolls his eyes and slips his head out of his capture weapon and lays his head back on top of it. Hizashi laughs, shaking his head. Living together for almost three years, the two always had a rule about having their hero gear on in the house. They didn't. Although they both loved not having to have the heavy, thick pieces of gear around their neck, they felt vulnerable without them. Thankfully, it was only while they were at home. "Two, you know you still have to go to work, right?"

"I don't know why. I expelled all of the students at the beginning of the year. I don't know what else there is to do at that place." He says monotonously. Hizashi shrugs. "I'm going to get my shower before we leave." As Aizawa stands up from his spot on the ground, he turns around to find Hizashi right in his face. He gives Hizashi a quick peck on the lips before maneuvering around him and heads to the bathroom.

"I have to leave early, so you have to head to UA without me," Hizashi calls after him. "You good with that?" He hears the shower turn on and sees Aizawa's head pop out from the door's opening.

"Early English class?" He asks, giving the man a raised eyebrow. He only now just realizes that Hizashi looked ready to go out in public, minus the directional speaker in his hand rather than around his neck. He sees Hizashi nod and shrugs. "I don't mind. I may come back early to get some shut-eye before tonight." He watches Hizashi roll his eyes.

"Couldn't you stay home tonight, Shouta?  I have my radio show tonight. And it's Friday. I think you should get at least one nights rest. I don't think the cops'll mind." He knows asking is futile, knowing his husband will go out and patrol no matter what he says.

"You know my answer, Hizashi." The man nods and Aizawa begins to retreat into the bathroom. "I'll see you later at UA, alright?"

"Alright. Love you."

"Love you too." Closing the door, Aizawa sighs sadly. He listens for the front door to open and shut before stepping into the warm water. He stands there, letting the hot water hit his back and lets his muscles relax. Quickly taking his shower, Aizawa dries off and puts on what he had on the night before, just the cleaner set. He had at least 7 sets of the same clothing. Grabbing his gear, he puts everything on before walking to the kitchen and grabbing some quick food before heading out the door, eating said food on the way to UA.

~+~+~+~+~+~

As the day dragged on, Aizawa was absolutely ready to go home early. Walking a different route home due to the amount of traffic he knows will be on his regular route, Aizawa follows the noise of commotion. He begins to walk faster, then he starts to run at the sight of fire and smoke. Not being able to see past the large group of civilians, he grabs his capture weapon and starts to climb up the building closest to the villain attack. He watches from above angrily as the sludge monster that had been terrorizing civilians for weeks suffocates a boy who seems around high school age. The heroes stand not too far away from the villain. They just...watch.

His quirk must have made the fire. Aizawa thinks, knowing the villain could use the quirks of any person he captured. None of the heroes must have the right ability to save the boy. Before he could swing down to help or ask what was going on, he sees green hair begin to run towards the villain. Aizawa freezes, stunned. The boy was running towards the villain while the other heroes did nothing. What is that kid thinking?

"No, you idiot!" Aizawa hears the pro-hero Death Arms yell, trying to grab the boy before he got to close to the villain. Not being fast enough, he misses. "Stop! You're going to get yourself killed!" Aizawa begins to jump down to the ground, using his capture weapon to help soften his landing, before running closer to the action. While doing so, he sees the kid throw his bag at the villain, making him recoil, before fruitlessly trying to dig the kid out of him. He hears the kid screen a name as the heroes begin to dash towards him, trying to get him out of the villains reach before he is taken captured too.

"Kacchan!" The villain begins to raise its arms to smash the boy.

Does he know the victim?

"Save the boy!" Aizawa hears Death Arms scream to the other heroes. "This thing'll kill him!"

Aizawa begins to come up behind the heroes, but a sudden blast has every bystander and hero cover their eyes. The heroes try their best to keep their footing, but Aizawa loses his and is blown backward into the alley between two of the buildings near the attack. Unable to see through the smoke, Aizawa keeps his eyes closed but ears open. That's when he hears...

"DETROIT SMASH!" All Might was here? Since when? Aizawa feels another blast of air hit him before he feels the rain. Murmers of the civilians about All Might changing the weather quickly come. Aizawa stands, rubbing whatever may have gotten in his eyes out and walks towards the heroes again. Making sure to stay out of sight, Aizawa stays in the shadows as emergency responders arrive and deal with the aftermath. He watches as the heroes, including All Might, are interviewed and photographed by news reporters, press, and the police. He also watches as the boy who had run stupidly towards the villain and try to save the victim get scolded as the victim gets praised.

As the chaos dies down, Aizawa watches the green haired boy leaves the area. Aizawa follows not too close behind. Even when Aizawa makes it painfully obvious that he was following the boy, he sighs and gives up, walking up right next to the kid.

"Hey, kid." Almost as if he had just appeared next to the boy, the kid jumps, looking over at Aizawa in surprise. "It's alright. Not here to mug you or anything... Just..." Aizawa tries his best to make his words not sound nearly as mean as he wants them to be. "I saw what you did for that kid. I saw him get praised while you were scolded. You didn't say anything. Hell, you never looked up. You alright?" The boy shrugs. Aizawa sighs. "You know, it's alright to be scared. A villain attack is never something to take lightly."

"I wasn't really." Aizawa looks at him in surprise. "I was petrified." Aizawa sighs, wishing he didn't have to do this but knew he had to. No kid should have done what he did today. It wasn't his job.

"Wanna talk about it?" He watches as the kid thinks for a second before he smiles.

"No, actually. I'm fine!" Aizawa knew he was about to do something he might regret. He knew that he hates what he's about to do. It wasn't his job to console this child. He didn't have to do this.

Yet he did it anyway.

Extending his capture weapon to the child, he wrapped him up and pulled the young boy towards him in, if somebody passed by would call, a hug.

Aizawa feels the boy tense, but then it goes slack and he feels him shake. He says nothing as the boy grips his capture weapon and lets out quiet sobs. The only reason he pulls away a minute later is that the boy did. The boy's smile seems much more real than it did before and it helps ease Aizawa's nerves enough to start to turn away, wishing the boy good afternoon.

"Thank you, Eraserhead." Aizawa freezes, turning back toward the boy.

"I never gave you my name, let alone my hero name," Aizawa says, watching the boy. The boy looks at him, scared.

"Oh, sorry!" The boy begins to ramble. "I'm sorry! I'm not some kind of villain! I promise! I just really like heroes! I know that a lot of heroes are only considered popular or something because they have flashy quirks and stuff, especially like All Might, but I also know about underground heroes like you! You're Eraserhead! You graduated from UA like the majority of top ten heroes, except Hawks, though, and you graduated with Present Mic too! He's the pro-hero that made his parents and delivery doctor's ears bled when he first cried!" Aizawa looks at the boy in shock as he continues to ramble.

This kid really knows his heroes. I wonder...

"Hey, kid. It's alright." He says, stopping the kid from panicking anymore. "I was just curious is all. Not many know about us, underground heroes. Not supposed to." The boy nods.

"Oh, right!" The kid blurts out. "You don't even know my name! I'm Izuku Midoriya!" He bows.

"Well, Midoriya," Aizawa says, gaining the boy's attention. "You should go home." The boy nods and turns to leave. Before he could get too far, Aizawa asks him, "Midoriya, can I ask you a question?" The boy turns around and nods. "What's your quirk?" He watches Midoriya freeze before smiling embarrassedly, scratching the back of his head, knowing that the man had no ill-intent with the question.

"I don't have one. I'm quirkless!" Aizawa watches him in surprise as he turns around and begins to walk home, rounding the corner that he was standing at. It's only when Aizawa gets a call that he snaps out of...whatever he was in. Taking out his phone, he rolls his eyes but presses answer.

"Hey, Hizashi." He smiles softly at the relieved sigh from over the phone.

"Shouto, you're alright! I heard about the smile attack in the city and I know you take that route home if you leave early because of traffic and I saw you on TV and-"

"Hizashi, I'm fine. They got him, anyway." The part that he had cut Hizashi off from registered in his brain. "Wait, you saw me on TV?" Aizawa asks. Hizashi could hear the slight panic in his voice.

"It was only because I recognized your capture weapon in the background. If I didn't know you, I wouldn't have even recognized it." Aizawa gives out a relieved sigh.

"Alright. Well, I'm heading home now."

"Stay safe!" Aizawa hums in response and ends the call. Turning around, Aizawa heads home for some shut-eye before patrol.

~+~+~+~+~

Arriving home, Aizawa goes to his workroom before heading for the bed. Turning on the computer, he looks over his emails. Making sure all is well, he's about to turn off his computer when an email comes through his assassin email account. He hadn't gotten one in at least three months. Opening it, it's from an anonymous emailer and has two pieces of information.

Cost: 10,000,000

Hit: Izuku Midoriya

Aizawa stares at the screen in shock. He immediately denies the hit and deletes the email.

He only had three rules. They were well known.

1. No kids 2. No pro-heroes 3. No major villains

Apparently, this person didn't care.

But why Midoriya?

Aizawa shuts off his computer, not wanting to worry about it. He denied it. He was one of three assassins in Musutafa. They all had these rules. He shouldn't worry.

Taking off his capture weapon and goggles, Aizawa walks towards his bedroom. Sighing, he falls onto the bed and almost immediately falls asleep.

Thank you so much! I’m not sure about how popular they are, but there are definitely a few that are pretty good, here you go~

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For what it’s worth: Super cute & super funny. This fic is very good.

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