I had an idea I’d love to try! I’m kinda in a rut at a moment with writing so I thought it would help to let you guys give me ideas using prompts listed below and I will try to write them to the best of my ability!
Prompts:
1.) “Oh, do you ever shut up?”
2.) “Don’t patronize me for something you were too scared to do!”
3.) “I’m like 75% sure this won’t explode.”
4.) “You’re bleeding on my carpet.”
5.) “You’re the hero huh? I guess that makes me the villan.”
6.) “Hate to break it to you, but I’m still alive.”
7.) “Now that I made it weird, I’m going to make my exit.”
8.) “If it makes you feel better, you can slap me. Lightly.”
9.) “Shush. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”
10.) “Gimme a sec. I’m not drunk enough to listen to this yet.”
11.) “You’re cute when you don’t want to admit things out loud, you know. Go on, just say you love me.”
12.) “I got you. It’s going to be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
Warning: Nsfw below the cut
13.) “Sing my name and I’ll spell it out inside of you.”
14.) “I think I wanna ride something else.” “Then let me give you the best ride of your life”
15.) Loyalty wasn’t his strength, but give him a bed and he’s a King.
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It’s okay to stim in public. It’s not your fault if you need accommodations in public spaces. Your mobility aid is not inconvenience. Your disability is not an inconvenience. It’s okay if you need help reading a menu or if you need different menu that’s easier to read. It’s not your fault if your mobility aid interfered with someone else’s day (getting your chair stuck in an entrance), the world was not made with our needs in mind. It’s not your fault if you didn’t understand something socially and messed up. It’s okay if you need to wear ear defenders and sunglasses inside, you’re not rude, the lights and sound are just hard. You are not a bad person and you’re not a burden.
Don’t think “hey, I’m smart, I won’t get sucked into a cult. :/” Smart people get sucked into cults all the time. Learning how to recognize manipulative speech and behavior isn’t about being smart. Since I am always worrying about novices wandering into cults because they’re interested in witchcraft or the occult, here are some pretty obvious warning signs of a group having uncomfortably cult-like tendencies:
There is a clearly defined leader, who is resistant to criticism from inside or outside their group
There are continuing financial demands from members that are unsustainable or unreasonable, and usually is controlled by a single leader
The “there is a specific leader” that is venerated just for being the leader thing is a big warning on its own.
Love bombing. It often doesn’t come with any explicit understanding that a group’s love for you is only extended to fully committed members of the group; it’s not that you are liked, specifically, but that they like what you represent. A new or potential recruit. Huge hugs and big smiles and immediate acceptance on day one, for a complete stranger, doesn’t make emotional sense.
The group or the leader works to separate you from your external friends and family members outside the group. There might be a “they can never understand what we do” or “they are trying to get you to leave us” manipulation. Big red flag. That’s an attempt to make you cut out your own exit strategies.
Abuse cannot be tolerated in a group. That includes emotional, mental, physical, or sexual abuse. Read up on kinds of abuse. Sometimes you have to call the whistle on abuse happening to yourself in your life.
“We’re the only right thing. There are no other right things in the world. If you leave, bad things will happen. Outside people are bad. You have to stay with us to stay safe. You have to listen to us and the leader.” RED FLAG.
Hazing. If the entrance to a group is based on putting you in a physically or emotionally humiliating or painful position, making you do something you don’t agree with, asking you something unpleasant or awful, hey, consider this: fuck that?
Excessive mystery. Sure, a secret society is not going to tell you everything, but they should at least be able to tell you the name of the leaders, who to contact, what groups they split off of, any training they had as an initiate in other groups, if they are initiated in anything else, the general idea of what they do, etc. You should also be able to ask them if they demand anything sky-clad or if they drink alcohol, for instance, and if there is a minimum age for entry.
There should be a minimum age for entry. It should be the legal age of adulthood. Full stop.
They demand that you forgo or stop your medical treatments, including psychiatric medication. It’s one thing to provide evidence as to their own opinion on the efficacy of modern medicine. It’s another to peer pressure you out of cancer treatments or treatments for chronic illness.
Any leader claiming they are the true herald of your god or the only one who can speak to them the “right way”. Even initiatory traditions will be able to recommend other ordained priests and initiated religious leaders in their tradition who are reputable diviners.
Research existing cults. Listen to cult survivors. They often have a great perspective on the manipulation they underwent in order to get sucked into a foreign mindset to their own.
When in doubt: is this something a Scient*logist would do to recruit me? Is this something a scientol*gist would do to keep me in a cult? Exploit my faith? Take my money? Follow me around? Is this something really cool, or do I just like the idea that I get to join a really cool secret society? Will this put my safety or wellbeing at risk? Will I lose my career, friends, family, or health by continuing in this group? A cult could be anything– a self help group, coven, discord server, groupchat, online class, anything. There is no limit as to the format. My reading recommendation for navigating this kind of situation in witchcraft is Traditional Wicca by Thorn Mooney. Even if you are not Wiccan, it’s still a great primer on how to look for a functioning coven that matches your safety and personal spiritual needs. It’s a thorough read on the subject matter of looking for a spiritual group to join.
Be safe. Be smart. Be cautious. And most of all, remember– when it comes to your spiritual experience, you should be in charge of it. No one else. You are the witch.
Like I said in the first paragraph, falling for a cult isn’t about being smart or not being smart. Cult experts across the board agree that cults specifically exploit vulnerabilities in someone’s life while recruiting them, where the person might be emotionally struggling and want help— like being alone in a new environment, recently lost a job, recently lost a family member, struggling with mental illness, or struggling with understanding their trauma. It doesn’t matter how “smart” you are if someone is actively preying on a blind spot you’re suffering from.
That’s why education is necessary; because even though people generally are quite smart (and many smart people do fall for cults), learning how to recognize signs of physical and mental and emotional exploitation in yourself and others is an entirely different skillset. And since witchblr often hosts rather new witches looking for community, this becomes a topic we have to actively encourage conversation about.
You can be very smart and very wise and not know anything about how cults recruit the vulnerable when you’re, say, a military spouse alone in a new town when the local church starts offering its loving support immediately. You can be very smart and wise and be recommended a discord server out of the blue— with a server owner this person says you just HAVE to meet. You can be very smart and wise when you sign up for a highly marketed self-help group after you lose a job and are just struggling to get your life back together, and hey, they say they waive the cost of the first session.
But would you recognize two months in where the line stops between what they’re saying and what they’re doing? The crucial difference is only your operating knowledge on abuse and cults, not your baseline intelligence or wisdom. Any kind of abuse isn’t simple to get out of, or else it wouldn’t be perpetuated.
Oof. These are great tips! And calling people idiots reinforces all the shame that folks already experience and keeps them feeling isolated, preventing them from getting help/support and being able to leave the cult.
I only have a little experience with cults and a huge fascination, but I also have a LOT of experience with covert narcissists who often have similar techniques in controlling their “friends” as cults and I can definitely see how an exfriend of mine might having been brewing up her own internet cult and I knew a lot if really smart people who bought right in.
My former boss (born again Christian) and I (Pagan) attended a Scientology open house out of morbid fascination and it was SHOCKING how smooth and manipulative they were.
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remark: yeap, again to the mha guys bc i missed them. and wow. it is wow!
ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ
eager pussy eater. you can't and shouldn't convince me otherwise.
lick from the clit to the ass. the one who'd be licking two holes, put a thumb on your clit to slightly drawing circles on the overstimulated bug.
degrade you whilst fingering you.
'ya like it when i'm fingering you in the office so everyone can hear how are you becoming a slut for me?'
'don't be shy now, slut, let 'em hear your pretty voice.'
likes to lick you as a punishment treatment thus your pussy would be melting under his tongue.
his favorite position is - when you're on all fours so he could lick you from pussy to the asshole.
if bakugou is eating your pussy, he'd be teasing your another hole with a finger and vice versa; if he's licking your ass, his two fingers would be stretching your walls.
he won't give you his dick until you squirt.
ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ
the slow pace and slow movements.
i think izuku loves to wake you up with his mouth on your pussy as he's practically making out.
could destroy your morning by his nimble tongue on your clit, slowly guides to the slit, he might cause the ticklish sensation of having the tip of his tongue trying to enter your hole.
at first, he didn't know where to put a tongue and how to lick you appropriately to bring you a piece of the orgasm. give him time and deku would lick every last drop of your oozing hole, as you're lost in the paradise.
fingering and fingering which brings you to the new and new climax. i think if deku turns into the darker side of his personality, which is kinkier [more kinky], you'd be handcuffed as izuku can't get enough of your pussy.
in the midst of the heat, izuku puts you on all fours to eat your pussy and spank your ass.
'count my spankings and if you lose the count, i won't let you cum.'
ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛᴏ
actually, shouto is seemed to be a giver than a receiver.
he lives for the hours when you're lying on the back and his face between your quivering legs as you're reaching the orgasm.
always starts from nipples as his fingers find themselves on your slit, teasing the hole with the fingertip.
'you want my fingers inside while i'm playing with your nipples?'
i guess shou would be licking your pussy and play with nipples or explore your body with his pads, memorizing every curve, every inch of your body.
he likes praise how good you're giving your juices to taste him, how good your voice has broken over your groaning, whimpering of inexhaustible pleasure.
todoroki likes a slow, tantalizing movement of his tongue guides from the moisten entrance to do clitoris, without pausing the contact to make indecipherable strokes on the lump of nerves and back again.
he makes sure you moisten and wet enough to take his cock.
ᴅᴀʙɪ
the man always makes you squirt. don't ask me how, dabi is good at it.
calling you princess as you're cumming, thus your mind will be be completely in his possession and you'll beg for more.
you can describe him as an unbearable pussy eater. why? the villian enjoys to give you an oral in the place you might get caught. but the feeling of getting caught is arousing you more.
he'd be eating you even more relentlessly if someone will caught you.
likes 69 position, thus you and him will both benefit - he pushes deep into your throat and feels how much you like it.
dabi loves to fuck you dumb and pliable as you have no more force to put a resistance. although, if you'd have the force, he'd break all your hints towards his attempts to turn you into his obedient slut.
do not try to be shy or innocent, you will have the corruption with this man. you're gonna tell him what to do, how and where you need his tongue, the rhythm and pace, trust me, you are the one dabi will do everything for.
ʜᴀᴡᴋꜱ
face-sitting kink or position. give. him. that.
keigo enjoys starting from your ankles, kissing your legs to the place you need to be touched.
likes to hold your hand or rub your hips. he likes to have physical contact with you to feel as you're clutching his hand when you're gonna melt and give you cum to his tongue.
the toy? what for? baby, he can control his feathers. imagine him sitting in the chair across from you, playing with your swollen clit with a feather, pronouncing dirty phrases.
'i haven't touched your pussy with my fingers and you are already the drooling mess, my little bird.'
if keigo in the mood for the little game, as i mentioned above, he'd guide the feather when you're working in your office or patrolling the city, taking you spontaneously in a small alleyway, bringing you to ecstasy only with using his quirk.
ᴀɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛᴀ
mixed one man. like, he enjoys licking you slowly, yet as you will bounce against his face to have more attention, he'd lick you ravenously build the climax one by one.
mirror sex. he will command you to watch him lick your pussy and if you'll roll your eyes over the pleasure or you'd break the contact - well. girl. good luck.
he puts the vibrator inside your pussy as licking your clit. aizawa's ears must be in heaven as you're whimpering, begging to turn off the toy because it's too much for you.
he doesn't stop the torture. aizawa place two fingers in your mouth to quell your voice as you're reaching another orgasm, the count you don't remember. the tears are running over your cheeks, you arch your back, trying to dodge his tongue.
'it's too much, my little kitten, too much for you? give your daddy one more climax and you'll have my thick cock.'
using his quirk when you accidentally used your quirk when you've got your climax. aizawa likes to tie you up with his bandages [scarf] around your body so you can't move.
Notes: Orenda is a mature fanfic that takes place in the characters adult years. Characters have been aged up (20+). There will be cursing, drug-use, extreme violence, explicit content, mentions of death and abuse. I don’t do clean versions but I will put a line where you can skip explicit scenes if it makes you uncomfortable. :) All content will be on my Masterlist. Enjoy~
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Chapter 02
Masterlist
Orenda:
An internal summoning of personal strength to change fate. The courage to love someone against the obstacles life has set before you.
You’re a hacker helping a villain. He gets the information from you and stays when it’s convenient. There’s no room for feelings, right?
Strikhedonia
Strikhedonia: The joy of being able to say “the hell with it”
The trip to the store made you anxious and it wasn’t because of the storm brewing overhead.
“Remind me again why you decided it was a good idea to go to the store with me.?”
The man beside you smirked. “Have to make sure our little hacker doesn’t get jumped in the street, don’t I.?”
You rolled your eyes. “You know as well as I do, I could have anyone on their knees before they could blink.”
His smirk turned into a full-blown grin, almost looking predatory. “Didn’t know you were into that kind of thing, doll. Kinky. I like it.”
You slapped his shoulder, part of you being cautious of the staples, another part of you hoping you hit them anyway. This man-
“Honest answer, sweetheart, Shigaraki wants tabs on you. Called last night. The heroes were after you specifically. Who did you give blue balls to.?”
This time you shoved him. Well tried. What is he.? Made of fucking brick.? And sleeping with them.? What does he take you for.?
“As if. Why would they come after me.? I work under the radar. As far as they know I’m just a stubborn hacker with no IP address. As far as personally, just some hacker who has no interest in helping them. They don’t even know my real name.” You could feel yourself beginning to shake, despite the confidence in your voice. Missed a protection wall maybe.? Impossible. Everything was checked and double checked. This wasn’t your first rodeo; you knew what to set up for.
“Seems not, princess. Someone has a vendetta and it has your name on it.”
“Guess I’ll be making another stop then.” He quirked an eyebrow at you, signaling for an explanation.
You shrugged. “If you think I’m recoding my own firewall sober, your dumber than I thought.”
He glared at you at the comment. “I’m not the one who failed at their own job.”
“Says the man who got raided out of their hideout last night.”
“Says the woman responsible for it.”
You turned on him, causing him to almost bump into you from the sudden stop. “I had nothing to do with that. Ask your undercover boy who did, because no one should know I’m even working with the League. I said stop the accusatory bullshit. If you can’t do that then fuck off.” To say you had a short temper was an understatement of the year. It was a double-edged sword. It kept a wall around your heart, but caused hell to those who got caught in it.
“I said your still a suspect, doll face. Why do you think we're keeping tabs on you.?” His smirk was cold. Unfeeling. It made you want to punch him.
“Fuck you guys. I stay up for days helping you and the minute something happens all fingers point to me.? Real great of you. Tell Twice he can shove his firewall job up his ass.” You shook your head in disgust, stalking off in your original direction. The fucking nerve of them. How dare they.? After all you put on the line for them? This is how they repay you.?
You heard Dabi walking behind you, neither of you making any moves to start a conversation for a moment.
“Crusty-face said you passed the test.”
“What.?” Your voice was low, threatening and louder than intended. A few people glanced at the two of you before scurrying off. If you were still rational maybe you would’ve felt bad for drawing attention. Right now.? Hell no.
He pulled out an ear piece and waved it at you before crushing it. “Wanted proof on me saying you were innocent.”
Your glare was ice cold. “Do that shit again and you can find a different hacker to do your dirty work.”
“Come on, don’t be like that Ace.”
“Fuck you. It’s Asayama to you.” You walked into the store, leaving him in the street. Stupid trust issues. Stupid feelings. Fuck Dabi, the League, and everything to do with it. At least you had still given him the privilege of using your first name.
The store was vacant for the most part. A few stragglers here and there. Nothing too concerning, especially with how late it was. You walked up to the counter, greeting the elderly woman behind it.
“What can I do you for.?” Her voice was soft and soothing. Part of you wondered if she carried the same candy your grandmother would always carry. She had the same air around her. Comfort. Home.
“Marlboro red black shorts please.”
She asked for ID and nodded, going to search for your request.
“I saw you fighting with the guy standing outside. Need me to call someone.?” At least she was caring, you’d give her that.
“No, just an argument. His trust issues are getting annoying.” You didn’t know why you didn’t just shut her down, but the thought of being rude to this woman made you uncomfortable. It’d be like yelling at your own grandma. The thought made you shudder.
She nodded, knowingly. “$12.14 dear. May I give my advice.?”
You nodded back cautiously as you handed over the money.
“Trust issues are best talked about openly. Explain your side and allow him to explain his. It may be annoying, but there’s a reason he's guarding his heart so much. Try to get him to open up to you.”
You wondered if this woman was some kind of psychic. You knew some of Dabi’s past to know it was rough, but not enough to know why he always pointed fingers at you. This woman made more of a point than you’d like to admit.
You thanked her and walked back outside. It was starting to sprinkle and Dabi was nowhere to be found. You lit a cigarette and started your walk home, mind running with indecision as you pondered the idea given to you. It was going to be a long day.
Two days passed before you saw Dabi again. This time had you sprinting over to him in mild panic. Bruises littered his face and arms, a slash wound on his shoulder trailing blood down his arm and onto your clean floor. He was leaning against the door frame heavily, smirking at you like he wasn’t about to pass out onto your linoleum.
“Got a band aid you can spare.?”
You scoffed at him and pulled him into your kitchen as quickly as he could move, pulling out the disinfectant.
“Shirt off.” Your voice was clipped with worry and anger. One part of you still wanted to kick him out and give him the cold shoulder, the other part worried what would happen if you didn’t bandage him up first.
“If you wanted me naked that bad princess, all you had to do was ask.” He was leaned back in the chair comfortably, like he owned the place. He almost looked like he did. Almost.
You glared at him unamused until he complied. Your breath caught in your throat as more bruises and scratches popped up where the clothing used to cover.
You steadied your breath and walked in front of him. “This will hurt.”
You poured the disinfectant over the worst wound on his shoulder, checking to see if it needed stitches. Luckily it didn’t, but you knew you’d have to bandage it. You grabbed the roll, working swiftly and carefully as you wrapped. He didn’t make any indication of pain other than the bouncing of his leg.
You grabbed the ointment for the other cuts once you finished before speaking. “Want to tell me what happened.?”
He didn’t look at you, keeping his eyes on the wall as you worked. “No.”You gritted your teeth, controlling your temper for once. Fine then.
You stood up once you were sure everything was cleaned and bandaged properly before turning away from him. You used putting the bandages away as an excuse not to look at him. You were still angry, right.?
“Your good now, you can leave.”
You heard the chair scrape against the floor and felt your heart drop. Why was this bothering you so much.? You knew he didn’t care about you. You knew this was a business arrangement. You were barely friends. So why were you so on edge.? Why did it hurt so much.?
“Twice wants to know how the Firewall breach is going.” Normal. Small talk. Business. You hated it.
“I told you, he can shove it up his ass.”
You turned around to walk past him, but he caught your arm, stopping you from going any further. You made no move to turn around and look at him.
“Are you really still mad about the test.?”
You turned your head toward him to catch him in your peripherals, your face void of any emotion. “Of course not. Why would I be.? Why would I be upset that the only real friend I fucking have accused me of betraying him.? Not once, but twice.? Why would I be upset that the people I work day and night for to secure their safety so much I barely sleep can’t believe I’m actually on their side.? Why in the hell would I be upset over that Dabi.?” You could feel your nails extending into claws and you ripped your arm away from him. Maybe you didn’t have as good as a handle on your emotions as you thought.
“You know as well as I do, Shigaraki doesn’t take chances. I told you I believed you. I was just soothing the boss's insecurities.” He almost looked sad for a second, before his face was back to its usual mask. It was so quick you second guessed if it had been there at all.
You knew you were being irrational. It was stupid. You knew they were just looking after themselves. So why did you feel so hurt and betrayed.? Why couldn’t you filter out your emotions.? You didn’t say anything of the thoughts running through your head, knowing if you did it would cause more damage than good.
“I need to get back to work.” You tried to change the subject, handing Dabi a flash drive out of your pocket. “This is what Twice asked for. All the information he needed is there.”
He chuckled at you and took it. “What happened to he could shove this job up his ass.?”
You flushed. “Just give it to him before I change my mind.”
“Will do.” He pocketed the drive, the normal comfortable silence between you two feeling awkward.
You cursed yourself. You created this. Should you fix it.? Should you take advice from a stranger who couldn’t begin to understand this weird relationship.? It was now or never. Emotions be damned.
“Listen I-" you scratched your arm to try and distract yourself from how awkward this whole thing was, “I know you don’t trust anyone. I know you're just looking out for yourself. The rest of League too.”
You saw his face soften from its usual hardened, playful expression. You felt your confidence push up a bit. “Just lay off the accusatories, okay.? Not a fan of having all my hard work shoved back in my face. If I really wanted to work against you that much, I would’ve already. I’ve had plenty of opportunities to screw you over. Not to mention you sleep like the dead.” You teased him, not that you could help it.
This soft, mushy shit was way out of your comfort zone. Emotions weren’t something either of you talked about. Hell, it took him months to even start venting to you about work.
His lips turned up into the smallest of smiles, the tension relaxing around you both. “You're one to talk. You snore loud enough to challenge freight trains.”
You swatted at him, watching him dance away from the attack, your own smile shoving it’s way to your face. “I do not.”
“Video evidence on my phone says otherwise.” His usual smirk settled back onto his face as you gaped at him.
“You fucking recorded me.?” You were ready to slice into him, injured or not.
“When you say my name all cute like in your sleep, how could I not.?”
You scoffed at him. “Bullshit. I have better things to dream about.”
He chuckled, the sound going straight for your heart. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Ace.”
“Kiss my ass.”
“Well, if you're offering.” He winked at you, hands sliding out of his pockets as if he was actually considering your remark.
“As if. You staying or disappearing again.?” Back to casual. Easy. Definitely safer for your heart.
“Miss me, doll.?” He grabbed the pack you had resting on the counter, grabbing for one of the contents.
You rolled your eyes, hand out for one as well. “You wish. Answer the question.”
He wiggled his eyebrows at you, tossing you the pack instead before lighting the cigarette. “Sharing a bed with you.? How could I turn that down.?”
“Ha. You get the couch, pervert.” You lit your own, rolling your eyes. The smoke in your lungs felt like heaven against your nerves. The thought of the man in front of you in your bed had your thoughts straying to a place they didn’t belong.
His lips quipped up into a lazy grin. “We'll see, sweetheart.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, pointing the fingers holding the cigarette between the both of you. “We'll see nothing. You need to sleep and recover, I have work to do.”
“Working all night again.? Your fault if you work yourself into an early grave.”
You rolled your eyes. “Do me a favour and dress all ominous for my funeral. Make me look important.”
He chuckled at your remark. “Bold of you to assume I'd go.”
“Bold of you to think you wouldn’t be devastated without me. At least the pull-out couch. Poor thing has given you a place to sleep for almost a year.” Part of you was teasing, the other was stuck on what he would actually do if you actually did croak.
“It is a nice couch.” You watched the smoke roll slowly from his lips, wondering if it would taste different coming from him than your own stick. Your eyes widened at the thought. Where did that thought come from.?
He smiled lazily at you, like he knew your thoughts. “You know, legend has it that a kiss from a Siren can give you magical abilities. Breathing underwater,” He stepped closer to you, “Healing people,” another step, “Wonder if it’s the same with you.?”
You scoffed at him, trying to control your racing heart rate ay how close he was now. You could feel his breath fanning over your cheeks. What was happening.?
You swallowed hard, trying to remember how to breathe again. “I highly doubt I’m magical. Just cursed.”
“Cursed.?” His voice was lower, raspy, and anything but afraid. Shouldn’t he be terrified?
“You ever been overly high on adrenaline?” You tried to word this carefully.
He quirked an eyebrow at you amusingly. “I’m a pyromaniac, princess.”
“Imagine that feeling switched with lust. That’s what would happen if we ever swapped spit till the addictive in my saliva left your bloodstream. I could drive a person insane on their own sexual desires.” You wanted him to understand what would happen if he initiated what he was suggesting. It wouldn’t be pretty.
“You have your own built in aphrodisiac. Must be fun at parties.”
“Sure, if you like nursing the worst blue balls of your life just from kissing me.”
He grinned and you swore he was lying about not being a masochist. “Damn princess, that’s harsh. Their mistake though. They didn’t have the chance to fuck you.”
You tried to hide the dark blush slowly creeping up your face. “And you think you do?”
He cupped the side of your face, thumb slowly caressing your cheek bone. :Oh, I think my chances are pretty high.”
You sighed, wanting so bad to give in when his breath hit your lips. He was so close. If you raised your head up slightly, your lips would meet his. When did we go from fighting and teasing to this?
You put a hand against his chest, forcefully creating a space you didn’t want, but knew you needed. “Dabi… I don’t do one-night stands. I’d rather keep you as a friend than a fuck buddy. It’s not just an aphrodisiac, it forces oxytocin in your blood stream so your overwhelmed in euphoria for me. I’m not going to force you inot something you don’t actually feel.”
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against your own. If you weren’t so nervous and dazed out of your mind, you might’ve noticed how bad he was shaking too.
“Who said I didn’t?” His voice was low, barely a whisper. If you hadn’t been so close you doubt you would’ve heard it.
“You said yourself this was just a business arrangement. You don’t care about anyone but you.” Your thoughts were spiraling. He was joking, right? There was no way-
“Think we both know if this was only business I wouldn’t give a damn about whether you ate or slept.” His blue eyes bore into your own, demanding your attention. He wasn’t lying. He never did. Could you actually bring yourself to believe it though?
“You don’t really mean that. You’re just caught up in the moment.” He had to be.
He sighed and pulled away from you, his hands retreating back into his pockets. His usual lazy grin making it’s way back to his face.
“Guess I’ll have to prove it to you then, doll.” He walked away from you, flopping himself on the couch. “You have any tea left?”
“Uh, yeah.” You walked to the kitchen to start the kettle, one thought repeatedly throwing itself around your mind.
Fuck. No. Why him? When did you start loving him too?
You glanced a peak back over to him. He was sprawled out, hair messily covering his eyes. He looked more comfortable than you had ever seen him. You felt your heart swell in pride at the thought.
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut, a lot of angst - Tissues at ready.
Rating: NSFW
Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Cursing, Suicidal thoughts
Notes: Home Is Where The Heart Is is a mature fanfic that takes places during the Golden Age of Narnia. The characters are older (20+). There will be cursing, fighting, explicit content, and mentions of death and abuse. I don’t do clean versions but I will put a line where you can skip explicit scenes if it makes you uncomfortable. :) All content will be on my Masterlist. Enjoy~
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Home Is Where The Heart Is:
“You’re not stupid, Alec.”
“I am when it comes to you.”
Alec has no idea why he was chosen to be brought here. Save the kingdom? Fight a demon? Protect the land? He couldn’t even get supper finished on time. Not to mention a certain dark eyed king wont quit pestering him. Even if he is a god on earth.
Curiosity Killed The Cat
~Unknown ~
Commander Alvis’ messenger doves can’t talk - that’s what makes them trustworthy. The scroll tied to the dove’s foot simply says He’s arrived. He untied the scroll from it’s foot and set the bird free.
“And your sure you saw the boy?” He asked one of his moles, a servant he had planted within their castle.
“Yes, he arrived battered and broken not 2 weeks ago. They’re not sure from where.”
“Excellent.” Alvis looked at the sky, grinning darkly at the news. “Your time of freedom is limited, boy. I’ll be coming for you, and it’ll be the last you ever have.
~Alec~
Out of all the things Susan has pestered him with the past few days, this one was starting to get on his nerves.
“Why can’t you just say the full word? What’s so important about cutting it off?” She sounded exasperated at his odd dialect.
“I don’t know, why can’t you say room? It’s the way I talk, you don’t need to get all bent out of shape about it.” I closed my eyes and rested my head on the wall behind me, the headache that was blossoming coming through strong.
“And another thing! You talk in riddles too much. It’s so hard to understand what your saying!”
I sighed. You say one old saying and suddenly your a master riddler.
I was reading a map on the wall when Peter had walked in front of me, clearly interested in something on the table under it.
“You know, your daddy wasn’t a glass maker.” I rolled my eyes at him, irritation getting the best of me.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
I glared, the irritation coming through full force. “I can’t see through you so move.”
“They ain’t riddles, they’re just old sayin’s I grew up with.” I was tired of this conversation already.
They hadn’t stopped with the nonstop questions since I left Edmunds room. Especially the man himself. He wanted to know anything and everything I could think of about America, history and present. The thing that disturbed him most seemed to be the fact they were almost a century behind the times.
“What do you mean by you lost?”
“I mean, we technically didn’t win. The Soviet Union did. America bombed the shit out of Japan after they destroyed one of our ports but stayed out of the war up until then, Nazi Germany fell after killin’ thousands, and we created a stronger alliance system and went into a Cold War.”
“You mean they sent planes to destroy military bases in Japan.?”
“ No, we nuked the shit out of them. Destroyed two of their cities. That was back in the mid 1900’s though.”
“That was only 10 years ago, not that long”
I stared at him incredulously. “No, that was almost eighty years ago.”
“Hello? Alec?”
I snapped my eyes up to her, brushing off my thoughts. “Sorry. Lost in thought.”
“You seem to be doing that quite frequently.” She clearly wanted an explanation.
I shrugged. I had no desire to talk about it. “Bad habit.”
“Are you done with him yet? We do have a meeting to get to.” I flicked my gaze toward the voice to see Edmund propped up in the doorway. We had somewhat become friends over the past two weeks, if you could call teasing and insulting each other constantly some sort of friendship. He did tend to come to me to rant about what was ailing him, so that had to count for something, even if I was terrible at advice.
“You going to tell me what’s happenin’ today that you’ve been dreadin’ all week?” He seemed to want to avoid the subject. I guess I’d have to wade into it or leave my curiosity unsated. Not that it was the smartest decision but who said any decision I made was a good one.?
Edmund’s mouth quirked up into a wry smile. “I shouldn’t even try to explain it to you, should I?”
“You aren’t as smart as I am, it’d probably be hard for you.” I easily bantered along with him.
“You wish. I’d try and at least give you something but I’m better looking too.”
“For which I am deeply grateful to your genetics and rigorous fitness regiments.” The sarcasm was heavy on my tongue, mimicking some accent to make it worse. He was gorgeous, but I had no intention of actually letting him know I was serious.
“Whats got you in such a bunch?” I tried to deflect the conversation back to what he was clearly avoiding. I usually hated prodding, but if something involving the castle was affecting him this bad, it only added to my nerves.
He sighed heavily through his nose and I knew if Susan wasn’t in the room he would’ve flipped me off. “Paperwork, it’s not that interesting.”
I shrugged and sipped on the water Susan had been forcing down my throat. The reason for Edmund’s dread still wasn’t evident, at least not to me, which made his comment about me being stupid sting a little more than it should’ve.
“It’s that bad you cursed today before it even got here?”
“I will curse paperwork for centuries.” He replied, disgust seeping through his words. “Come on, before Peter throws a fit.” He gestured toward Susan and disapeared back out the door. She shook her head and I knew she was about to scold me.
This woman was going to try to mother me to death at this rate.
“If I did not know any better, by the way you two talk to each other I would think you hated each other. Can you not be nicer?”
“Probably not.”
She huffed and followed Edmund out the door.
Being alone for the first time in days, the silence when the room emptied of other people felt smothering. I guess I had become more used to the company than I thought. I could feel the lingering of a thought trail I didn’t want to have, so I did what any normal person on bed rest would do. I snuck out.
Hell, moving after days of laying down I felt like I could run a marathon if I wanted to or fall face flat on the floor all the same.
My body felt like jelly pumped full of adrenaline. I wasn’t used to being able to do nothing for this long and it was starting to catch up with me.
I walked out into the courtyards, staring unabashedly at the night sky. I’d missed seeing stars since moving to the city. The smog blocked them out and it seemed they were twice as beautiful now. The millions of lights looking like something out of a fantasy novel. At this rate it felt like I was living through one. Magic? Alternate Universes? Royalty? Talking half animal people? Why not? I chuckled at the thought. Maybe I was crazy.
The first time I met Mr. Tumnus I definitely felt crazy.
“Oh Alec! I want you to meet my best friend!” Lucy jumped up and down excitedly like she had just remembered the best news. To her it probably was the best news she could imagine to tell me. I don’t understand why but she had attached herself to me. I seriously hoped it wasn’t a crush.
“What for?”
“Because silly, we’re friends now! And I know he would love to meet another human like me, he was very happy to meet the others.”
“What do you mean another human like you?”
“Oh he’s half faun! You’ll see.”
She called for him, and in walked exactly what she had described. He was a man until his waistline, where his legs turned into hooves. Weren’t they called satyrs or something in Greek Mythology? And here came one walking through the door?
“Lucy exactly how damaged was my head when you found me?”
Mr. Tumnus laughed light-heartedly. “I can assure you I’m very much real just like you.”
“Hello, have you seen a clover patch around here?”
I looked around, thoroughly startled out of my thoughts and found absolutely no one. Ah, lovely, I was loosing my mind.
“Down here, sweetheart.” The voice answered.
I slowly shifted my stare down hesitantly to my feet to find a bunny, looking up at me expectantly. Definitely a few sandwiches short of a picnic. I’m hearing voices and projecting it onto a bunny of all things.
“Your awful cute, but I think I’m goin’ insane.” I squatted down next to them, admiring the warm coat. It’s fuking freezing out here, I bet it’s warm at least.
“Why’s that?” My eyes widened as I watched it talk.
I yelped, jumping hard enough I fell backwards, feeling the on comings of mild panic.
“H-how are you talkin’?” My voice barely a whisper through the tremors of shock.
If a bunny could glare, this one was. “I could always talk. It was a gift from Aslan to my family. ”
“Who?”
She thumped at me and I jumped. Is that a good or bad thing?
“How do you not know who Aslan is?” Her voice sounded entirely offended.
“I’m not exactly from here.” I stumbled out. Great I meet a talking rabbit and manage to piss it off all within two minutes.
“He’s only the king of the whole wood! The most important in this land!”
“I thought Peter and Edmund were the kings?”
If a bunny could have the face of pure shock, that would be the only way I could describe her body language. What in the fuck was going on?
“You’re not from Narnia at all are you?” Her voice was alot softer than it was before, taking on a more caring tone. I shook my head quickly. I had just said that, but hell if I was going to reignite her temper.
“My apologies.” Her voice took on a soothing tone, but I was anything but. “If I hadn’t got so wound up I probably would’ve noticed sooner. I’ve probably just confused the heavens out of you.”
“Uh, you’re fine.” My brain was going a mile a minute, still dazed from the fact a rabbit was talking to me and I felt threatened.
“Would you care to help me look for a clover patch? I’d love the company and I can explain further what I didn’t elaborate on before.”
I nodded and walked with her, entirely convinced I’d lost the last two braincells I had left, and looked around with her in the glow from the torch light. We stumbling near one on the furthest part of the wall. I sat on the outskirts, watching her jump around excitedly.
“Yes! This stuff is my favourite.”
“I thought carrots were a bunnies favourite?” I teased, smiling at her happy dance she seemed to be doing.
She snorted somehow in annoyance. “As if. I hate carrots. That stigma is the worst thing. Clover is so much better.”
Well that’s certainly ironic. A rabbit who hates carrots. My mom would’ve had a field day.
My heart sank at the thought.
“Do you have a name?” Small talk. Anything to make me not feel insane at the moment. Maybe to sate my curiosity without sounding blunt as well.
“Clover, ironically. And yours?”
I bit my lip to hide the smile threatening to take over my face “Alec. But what about this Aslan you were tellin’ me about?”
She seemed to light up at the name. “Aslan is the king of all beasts. He is a great lion who always makes everything right when he’s around, but sadly he isn’t around often. The last time he was here that I remember was to crown the Pevensie family as our new kings and queens after they helped us fight the war against the white witch.
“The war? They fought a war? Against a witch?”
Her eyes seemed to sparkle. Apparently she really loved gossip and I wasn’t much better.
“Oh you haven’t heard the tale? Actually that makes sense since if you haven’t even heard of Aslan. It’s quite a beautiful story. They defeated the white witch that had proclaimed herself queen and wrecked havoc on us. They restored peace and summer to Narnia. We used to live in eternal winter. It is rather long. There is a fawn that Queen Lucy is friends with I hear tells the tell quite wonderfully through fire magic. It would be a lot better than if I was to try and tell it. He was also there with them after all.”
“Would that happen to be Mr. Tumnus?”
She nodded her little head enthusiastically. “Oh you know of him!”
“Yeah, Lucy introduced him to me a few days ago. I’ll have to ask him to tell me the tale. I guess that makes since that they’re so close if he was with Lucy all that time.”
“Oh but word of the wise, don’t bring up the white witch to Edmund. It seems to be the one thing that makes him lose his temper.” She sounded nervous, as if she was telling me something she shouldn’t.
I scrunched up my eyebrows in confusion. “Why would mentionin’ somethin’ he defeated make him angry?”
She stopped eating for a minute. “That’s not my place to tell.”
“You’re right, it isn’t and you shouldn’t be out here Alec. Lucy’s torn half the castle apart looking for you.” Edmund’s voice sounded cold from behind me. I flinched from the sudden noise.
“I’m not some small babe needin’ to be looked after.” I tensed, the irritation from his tone seeping into my voice.
“And yet here I am looking after you because you can’t follow simple instructions not to worry someone.”
“I’ve been in bed for two weeks I think I’m plenty healed by now. Why are you so worried about me anyway? You don’t know me.” I knew I was being harsh, but I didn’t know how else to react. Why did they care so much about a guy they’ve barely met? Or are they just trying to keep an eye on me cause they don’t trust me?
“How about because we’re just decent people and you were barely alive.? You don’t think that causes a panic in someone? Not to mention you’re lying about what happened.” It felt like his stare was slicing into me at the accusatory tone. I felt rooted to the spot.
How did he know? They really were just cautious of me then.
“So that’s what this is about, you just don’t want me out of your sight cause you don’t trust me. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not going to stand here and let you accuse me of whatever it is you have running through your head. It’s none of your damn business anyway. Leave me alone. I’m not about to spill my soul out to someone I don’t even really know.” I snapped at him, letting my anger get the best of me. He hid something from me and expected me to spill my guts to him? No thank you. Damn hypocrite.
“You expect me to just take that and leave it?” He was seething and on any other day I might’ve tried to comfort him.
“Yes, I do. If you don’t trust me that’s your problem not mine. You’re in the same boat as me. pretty boy. You just telling me you want the truth from me to make yourself feel better about hiding your own secrets?”
He laughed humourlessly, his stare cold as ice. “You think I would really trust you to tell you anything important? You’re just some stranger my sister found and took pity on. I should’ve told her to take your advice and leave your ass there.”
I could feel the tears welling up from the hurt, but damn if I was going to let myself cry for some bastard that didn’t deserve it.
I bowed overdramatically, sneering at him. “My apologies for being a burden, your fucking highness. I’ll make sure to throw myself off the nearest cliff to fulfil your wishes.”
His eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and fury taking over his features.
“I’m leaving. Goodnight, Clover.” She looked ready to bolt from fright. If I wasn’t so irritated by this man I would’ve felt bad.
I tried to brush past him but he caught my arm, eyes glared at me in a warning. “I’m not done talking to you.” His voice dipped lower and I might’ve felt weak in the knees if I wasn’t on the verge of kicking his ass to the next known country.
“I am.” I jerked off his arm and started off in some random direction, not wanting anything to do with him, the castle, or anything in it. I was furious, even though I felt stupid getting worked up over something so small. Of course he didn’t trust me, why was I so heated about it? Or people mothering over me so much for that matter? Why was it eating me alive someone was trying to look after me?
Did it hurt? Hell yeah
Did I hate it? …I had no idea.
I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I needed a break. A space to clear my head. The caring and overbearingness was getting to be too much. The sting from being told I was better off dead hitting too close the opened wound I carried. My mind didn’t know how to process it and it was putting me on too much of an edge. Why couldn’t they have just left me alone?
I saw a building in the distance that looked like a stable and I felt myself smiling a little. I walked through the entrance to find it empty. It was late, everyone probably went home for the night.
I slid down the frame of the banister for the door, leaning my head against the door frame. I was tired. Exhausted. Maybe if I went to sleep this would all just be a dream. But what if it was and I woke up back home? Would I be happy or more depressed?
I stared out at the stars. I didn’t think I would sleep again tonight.
Notes: Orenda is a mature fanfic that takes place in the characters adult years. Characters have been aged up (20+). There will be cursing, drug-use, extreme violence, explicit content, mentions of death and abuse. I don’t do clean versions but I will put a line where you can skip explicit scenes if it makes you uncomfortable. :) All content will be on my Masterlist. Enjoy~
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Orenda:
An internal summoning of personal strength to change fate. The courage to love someone against the obstacles life has set before you.
You’re a hacker helping a villain. He gets the information from you and stays when it’s convenient. There’s no room for feelings, right?
Solivagent
Solivagent: someone who wanders the world by themselves; a solitary adventurer.
You lit another cigarette from the pack that was thinning as quick as your patience, foot tapping on the carpet on the floor below you, frustration growing with each passing minute. He was late. You wondered what excuse he’s come up with this time, already thinking of what you’d say to each one.
‘Villains run by their own clock’
‘So do I, pretty boy you ain’t special’
‘I got caught up with work’
‘And you’re inhibiting me from continuing mine, show up on time or quit asking for my help.’
Maybe he’d been held up by a hero. Maybe he’d been slower due to patrol hours, or gotten caught up in another pointless argument with Shigaraki. The only excuse you would even pass by as acceptable is if he came stumbling in your front door bleeding, but even then you would probably only scoff at him.
‘What’d you do this time?’ before patching him up and offering him tea. Those encounters only happened rarely, thankfully for your heart. Not that you would ever tell him you worried for him. Not that he ever would accept you did.
The two of you never talked about your lives outside of what was necessary. He came in for hacking jobs and what little first aid you could offer from time to time and the pay was nice. You couldn’t deny that throwing the so called “heroes” for a loop and ending their plans was enjoyable either. The deal you had was simple and fulfilling in more ways than one.
So when he stumbled into your apartment in fury, cold blue eyes slicing into yours in mock amusement, you raised an eyebrow at him in a challenge. Whatever he had to say better be good if he was looking at you like that. Especially half an hour late.
“You want to explain why you almost broke my door off the hinges?” Your voice was smooth, calculated, dragging another hit from the cancer stick in your hand while you waited for what better be the best damn explanation of his life.
“You want to explain how a group of Heroes knew where our base was?”
Your eyes squinted at the accusatory tone, crossing your legs over each other tightly to hide your anger. He thought you had anything to do with them?
“You have ten seconds to explain why you think I’d work with those insufferable ass hats before I kick you out and burn the documents you had me find.” Calm, cool, collected, and definitely not about to claw your way to his heart. The nerve-
“You’re the only person who knew outside of the league, doll face. Makes you look pretty suspicious.” His smirk portrayed amusement but his eyes were cold. You knew the hands he had shoved in the pockets of his trench coat were clenched. You could smell the wood smell from his quirk, barely activated enough that it was heating up the room.
You glared at him, eyes shinning their vivid green as you activated your quirk in retaliation. “If I wanted them to find you I would’ve done it months ago. They’ve made some pretty high value offers and I’ve always declined, not to mention texted and told you they were after the hideout. Pretty sure I made it clear I wanted nothing to do with them and was helping you because I didn’t. So either drop the insecurities and accusatorial bullshit and come get this folder or I’m kicking you into the next goddamn planet.”
If anyone else had talked to him like that, they would probably be burned to a crisp, yet here you were. Looking down your nose at the man threateningly while he sized you up for any indication that you were lying. You didn’t know if your were stupidly overly cocky or lived on death wishes.
He eventually relaxed, shoving his hand through his hair in irritation. He walked toward you and slumped himself in the chair opposite of your desk. He held out a hand and you gave him what was left of your cigarette. You waited till he had a full lung fulls in before speaking.
“If my door is broke, I’m coming for your kneecaps.”
He smirked at that, this one actually holding amusement as he looked at you. “Finally admitting you’re too short to reach anything else?”
“Finally realizing you’re a Titan?” You raised an eyebrow at him in a glare that had no ill will behind it. Sitting at five foot two, he was over half of a foot taller than you. You barely coming up to the top of his chest always striked amusement in him.
“Nothing small about me doll, didn’t need you to realize it.” He winked at you and you scoffed.
“They say the braggers are the biggest let downs.”
“Stating the obvious, sweetheart.”
You bantered with him easily, tension diffusing and neither of you keen to bring up why he was so riled up. You knew he had trust issues and he knew you didn’t take any bullshit. As far as the two of you were aware, it was already in the past. A misunderstanding of emotions.
“You still want this packet so you can leave or you want tea and a place to crash till the new base is set up? Take it with the base being infiltrated you all are scattered for a bit.”
He shrugged, snuffing out the cigarette in his fingers when it got to the filter. “Shigaraki has an emergency meet up in place.”
You looked up from the monitor back at him for a second before continuing with the code you were working on.
“Offer still stands. Couch is a lot better than some dusty, cold floor.” The thought of him shivering and toughing it out bothered you, but you couldn’t place why. He had done it plenty of times before he met you without complaint.
“Can’t argue with that.”
“I’ll start the tea then. Chamomile and milk like usual?” You got up from your chair, stretching a bit.
“Yeah.”
Learning the man in front of you preferred tea when he wasn’t drinking liquor had been a surprise to you the first time he took a cup you made, with full protest from you. He never asked, but he always found a way to get some from you after whether you offered or not. You weren’t complaining, but the factoid had you scrunching your eyebrows in confusion at the revelation for weeks. Definitely not someone you would pin as a tea drinker.
You hummed as you set the kettle on the stove to boil, throwing the blanket and pillow you kept in the closet for him on the pullout couch. When you walked back he already had another stick in his hand, inhaling the smoke slowly. You rolled your eyes, looking over at your near empty pack. You’d have to go to a convenience store soon.
“Thief. Don’t you have your own?”
“Yours are better.”
You shoved his shoulder lightly as you passed him. “Didn’t take you for a cheapskate.”
“A lot of things you don’t know about me, doll.”
You quirked an eyebrow at him. “That an invitation?”
“A warning.” His head was laid against the back of the chair, his face out of view for you to read his expression.
You hummed in response, eyes gluing back to the screen in hopes of a breakthrough. It’d been hours and the wall kept rerouting you through the code. It was changing its firewall on its own. The realization had you gritting your teeth in annoyance. This was going to take longer than you thought.
“New job?” The question was easy, impersonal, something to fill the void with small talk. The normalcy of it had you both relaxing and sighing out your disappointment. Disappointment in what, you couldn’t place. Maybe that he wasn’t opening up to you? You almost snorted at your thoughts. As if he ever would. You knew that. You two were only in this situation because it benefited you both. At least that’s what you reminded yourself.
“Hm.” You glanced up from the screen at him, “Twice called asking for a firewall breach. These bastards have one that rewrites itself when it detects a hack. So it’s been giving me a headache. They’re good, I’ll give them that.”
He looked at you in amusement. “Admitting defeat?”
You laughed, your pride rearing up like a proud peacock. “As if. Just going to take longer than anticipated.”
Maybe if you would’ve looked up in the few moments of silence you would’ve seen the admiration on his face, instead of the cocky façade you were used to. Maybe it would’ve finally registered in your head that this exchange was more than just ‘benefits and agreements’ for him, but you were too zoned in to your work to notice.
The kettle whistling brought you back to the present, his usual mask back in place. You stood up, making your way into the kitchen to take it off the burner, Dabi not far behind you. You took what he had claimed as his cup, a Viking styled mug, from the shelf and poured the water over the tea bag letting it sit as he grabbed the milk.
“Shigaraki wants you to come stay with the League.” No sugar coat and blunt. You rolled your eyes.
“He knows I prefer my own space. I’m a hacker, I don’t fight. I’m assuming you’re saying want loosely.”
His lips curled into a smile filled with mischief. “Demanded is more fitting. I told him he had a better chance of convincing All Might to a dinner date.”
You laughed at that, removing the tea bag to hand him his cup.
“You’re not wrong.”
You watched his eyes flit over to the couch before they landed back on you.
“If you’re tired, you can go ahead and sleep. I’ll just be working anyway.” You misread the frown he gave you as exhaustion. He looked like he wanted to say something before shaking his head, taking a long drink from his cup.
“Yeah. Night Ace.” You smiled at the nickname.
“Night burnt chicken nugget.” He snorted at you and you walked past him back to the computer.
The sounds of typing filled the room along with his soft breathing long enough you thought he fell asleep. When his voice cut through the silence you had to fight the mild jump of start.
“When was the last time you slept?”
You flicked your gaze over to him. “I had a twenty minute power nap yesterday.”
His blue eyes cut sharply to yours under the mound of blanket, irritation clear on his face. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
You sighed, rubbing your hands down your face. “Five days ago.”
He tsked at you. “Come here.”
You shook your head slowly, already glued back to the screen as the code ran, cursing when it was blocked again. “Dabi-”
“It wasn’t a suggestion.”
Your eyes cut back to him, huffing as you got up. You walked over to him mirroring his own irritation. “What? It better be good if-”
You were cut off as he grabbed you, pulling you under the covers with him, despite your protests.
“Just shut up and sleep. Last thing I need is you going comatose for days cause you drained the shit of yourself.”
You flushed, eyes meeting his chest in the position he had you. This was impersonal, he just didn’t want to deal with your crashes.
“I have my own bed.”
You felt the rumble in his chest as he laughed. “This is to ensure you don’t try to work and actually get some sleep.”
“I have more important things to do than sleep.” You tried to argue but you could already feel your eyelids drooping. He was too warm and comfortable for his own good.
“I do have a fire quirk.” You could practically hear the grin in his voice.
You squeaked in embarrassment that you’d said that aloud, his chuckles only getting louder.
He ran his hands through your hair and pulled your head under his chin, sighing softly. “Just do us both a favour and fucking sleep.”
Your breath caught in your throat at the closeness and you scolded your heart for beating so fast. This means nothing, so why is it causing these reactions?
You felt yourself drifting off, not before feeling his lips against your head in some dream you’d convinced yourself of.
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deku can’t resist playing with you when he realizes how much you want his cock. having caught you staring one too many times, he tugs you into his lap eagerly and holds you close, so close that you can feel his breath on your lips, a whisper away from a kiss. he asks you what you need, want to hear you say every dirty detail until you’re squirming, shy and undone while sitting atop his thighs.
his kiss is fervent, a fevered prayer as his hands guide your body in his direction. he holds your hips in place nudging your legs open a little further with his knees until he can grind against you, feeling your warm cunt through your panties, already slick against his cock. he chastises you for being such a silly girl; would you have let just any man toy with you like this? don’t you know who’s cunt this is?
he’s rough on your clit, finding it quickly and attacking it with practiced fingers, proud at how quickly you’re reduced to little more than a slick, precious mess. he is unforgiving, cruel to your sensitive cunt, but he treats the rest of your body with care, as if you were a doll, holding you close and cooing honeyed words into your ear between each kiss and nibble down your neck, contradictory to each slap of his hips against your parted, trembling thighs.
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Rating: NSFW
Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Cursing, Suicidal thoughts
Notes: Home Is Where The Heart Is is a mature fanfic that takes places during the Golden Age of Narnia. The characters are older (20+). There will be cursing, fighting, explicit content, and mentions of death and abuse. I don’t do clean versions but I will put a line where you can skip explicit scenes if it makes you uncomfortable. :) All content will be on my Masterlist. Enjoy~
Words: 1170+ (They getr longer as I write, I’m bad with Introductories)
Masterlist
Home Is Where The Heart Is:
"You're not stupid, Alec."
"I am when it comes to you."
Alec has no idea why he was chosen to be brought here. Save the kingdom? Fight a demon? Protect the land? He couldn't even get supper finished on time. Not to mention a certain dark eyed king wont quit pestering him. Even if he is a god on earth.
Beginnings
The chill nipped at my exposed skin as I dragged myself through the corridors. A lone gleam of light illuminated the only way forward I was comfortable taking, walking through semi-darkness sounding a hundred times more appealing than freezing to death. I gritted my teeth against the chill, grimacing at the searing sting when my chapped lips cracked further.
As if I wasn’t in enough pain now I have this annoyance.
Another shudder is all I needed to propel me forward faster to the light. Light always meant warmth right? Or someone was at least awake I could question. I rubbed my arms with my palms wishing friction to create even a resemblence of the heat I craved while a myraid of questions was burning its way through my skull.
How did I get here?
Where the hell am I?
Why in the fuck is it so cold?
One minute I thought I was surely dead and the next I’m waking up in a small cot in a place I dont have the foggiest memory of. Or how I ended up there. Not to mention someone had managed to bandage my wounds. My clothes were almost nonexistent from how torn they were. How bad was it this time?
I gritted my teeth at the thought and continued to limp forward.
Just get to the damned light.
When I finally got to the room I could’ve cried from delight. There was a fireplace. I sagged in relief almost immediately, my legs going out from under me.
Thanks legs for giving out a foot away.
I crawled forward to the warmth, my body slouching against the rock formation holding it in place to hold me up against it. I almost whimpered in relief. I could feel the tingling in my hands disapating and the colour coming back to my face. I would’ve laughed in pure elation if I wasn’t so exhausted.
Fuck, this feels good.
“You know most people who walk into my bed chambers uninvited in the middle of the night get the shit knocked out of them but considering it looks like you already have, I’ll make an exception.”
I jerked toward the noise, startled, biting my tongue immediately to stop the hiss of pain from leaving my throat.
The man looked like the definition of warmth and I couldn’t stop the want to bury myself into it. His raven locks were fluffed everywhere, making him look way more cuddly than he probably was. You could tell he was in the sun constantly from the freckles adorning his cheeks and nose. The tan he had was no joke either. His face looked like he had been chisled from marble.
He’s beautiful.
I immediately stomped down the thought.
“Where am I?” I croaked weakly, not finding much strength in my vocal chords to conjure something better.
“Pretty sure I made it clear it was my bedroom.”
“I glared at him. “Funny I was thinkin’ this was a pretty sad kitchen,” I smarted off, a little louder than before. Thanks anger. “I meant how the hell did I get here and where is this, because last I checked I don’t live in a fuckin’ mansion.” I didn’t bother filtering out anything. I was exhausted, cold, hurting, and this man had the audacity to be a smart ass.
He scowled. “My sister found you in the training field a couple days ago. You were unresponsive and barely breathing. She took you in and took care of you. I’m surprised she wasn’t there when you woke up.”
“You shoulda left me there.”
He squinted at me suspiciously. “Why-
“THERE YOU ARE! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You shouldn’t be out of bed, much less walking. You’re still healing!” The brunnette turned on the raven haired man in the corner. “Did you bring him here? I told you he wasn’t a threat Edmund!”
He scoffed. “I didn’t touch him. He welcomed himself in and dumped himself there.”
If looks could kill they’d both be dead. The tension in the air was so thick, it’s a wonder you couldn’t see it. I shivered again, immediately sucking in a breath when my back lit up in hells flames for it.
I closed my eyes and ignored their bickering, focusing more on how to hide this wave of hurt.
Not only had someone seen but I could barely move. I definitely had broken a rib or two last I knew. If my leg wasn’t broke it was at least badly sprained. Not to mention the intense bruising that probably covered my back. How the hell was I supposed to cover up this one? Another horse incident? I fell down the stairs?
The other question: if I knew I had broken bones, why didn’t it hurt like it was supposed to? Why wasn’t I struggling to breathe like cracked ribs normally caused me to do? Was I out for that long?
The room had become eerily quiet and I opened my eyes to find them both staring at me.
“Starin’ is rude you know.” I quipped, closing my eyes again against the headache that was now in full bloom.
“So is barging into someones room before dawn.” The man, Edmund?, countered back.
“Fuck you, I was tryin’ to get warm.”
“That is no way to talk to someone.” The woman scolded and I snorted. That was the least of my concerns at the moment.
“Are you the sister who’s been takin’ care of me?” I asked, blinking up at her again. Her cheeks reddened and she started fidgeting. Maybe if I was normal I would’ve found that cute.
“I’ve helped, but no. That would be our other sister. She’s who we send people to for healing. You would’ve been healed alot faster, but Peter said we had to let you heal naturally. At least after your bones were mended back together.”
I blinked. What in earth’s name is she going on about?
“Uh, thanks.” I think? “You didn’t have to do that.”
She scoffed. “Of course we did, you would’ve died.”
If only I was that lucky.
I slowly stood up, wobbling on what little strength I had left. The room suddenly spun and I fell forward, grabbing onto the nearest thing to me. I bit into my lower lip to keep from howling. Yeah, wrist was sprained too. Great.
Fuck I hurt.
I saw the girl run to me out of the corner of my eye and I shook my head quickly, trying to ignore the worsening dizziness. “ Don’t. I’m fine.”
“Will you two shut up? I can hear you from- Oh. He’s awake? Why is he in Ed’s room?” I looked up at the different voice coming from the doorway. Blonde and still cute, but definitely alot less godlike than Edmund. I scrunched my eyes at the thought.
Not a good idea to think like that, stupid.
“Apparently it was warm.” Edmund told him, a smirk playing around the edge of his lips.
This man, I was going to punch him.
“What?” The other man looked at me confused.
I shrugged, not caring enough to go through this again.
“Can someone just tell me where I am and how I get back home?”
“You’re in Cair Paravel, and wouldn’t you know that more than we would?” The blonde man answered curiously.
“Where the fuck is that?”
“Can you stop talking like that?!” The girl scolded me again.
“No.” I heard Edmund snort next to me, “How do I get back to New York?”
“New York? You’re not from Narnia?” Edmund asked incredulously.
“Hey! I’m here to drop off paperwork.” The woman at the desk looked up at you, the detest clear on her face. Who pissed in her cherrios?
“Name?”
“Y/N”
“Y/N..?” She rolled her fingers at you to continue and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes.
“Y/N Bakugo.” You watched her eyebrows shoot up into her hairline smugly.
“You like his sister or something?”
“No, actually-”
Y/N!” You saw a flash of red hair that belonged to Kirishima, his shout effectively cutting you off. You dismissed the lady and turned to him with a smile. He pulled you into a bear hug, giggles spewing out of your mouth while you pleaded with him not to squeeze you to death.
“Here for Bakugo?” He ruffled your hair teasingly.
You smacked his hand away, huffing slightly while you fixed your hair. “Trying to give him the paperwork he left at the house. Honestly if his head wasn’t attached he’d forget that too.”
“Excuse me, you can’t talk about Ground Zero like that, I don’t care who you are. He demands respect.” The lady behind you reprimanded you.
Before you could open your mouth, Kiri beat you to it. “I can guarantee this is the one person who can talk to him like that.”
“Cause she’s related to him or something? His family doesn’t get any special privelidges.” If she got any snootier, you wouldn’t hesitate to wipe the floor with her. Whether Katsuki would reprimand you for it later or not.
“Related? The hell are you on about? She’s his-”
“Hey guys!” Once again you were interupted and now you just found it funny. Midoriya bounded over to you both, waving quickly.
“Hey, green bean. How’ve you been?” You hugged him in a greeting, smiling evilly at Kirishima. He tilted his head in confusion before giving you one back in understanding.
“Pretty good actually! Been on patrol, not too much going on for once, gladly. Here to have a meeting with Kachaan. He forget something?”
You waved the paperwork and he laughed.
“Good thing your his-”
“Princess? What are you doing here?” You smiled at the voice, turning to see your explosion man himself. Not to mention he- like the rest of them- had both the best and worst timing.
“You forgot something.” You waved the paperwork at him and he flushed.
“I didn’t forget it- I was gonna get it later.” He said hotly into the ceiling.
You poked him in his chest, laughing as he deflated. “Uh-huh. Waiting till the last second to have me rush it over? You can be as stubborn as you want, or you can thank me so I can go home to the TV show I’m missing.”
“Ma’am I don’t care if your his sister or not, I told you not to talk to him that way.” The lady puffed up again and you held in a laugh at Katsuki’s confused look.
“Sister?”
“Well whoever she is related to you wise, she’s been mocking you since you got here.”
He clicked his tongue and looked at you amused, your eyes shinning in mischief. Midoriya looked equally confused and Kirishima looked like he was about to lose it.
You leaned up and kissed him hotly, before turning to walk out the door. “See you at home, bro.”
You cackled at the exploding noise of confusion and disgust from the lady, hearing Kirishima howling in laughter behind you as you walked out the door.
“She’s my wife actually.” Was the last thing you heard before you closed the door.
Who said you weren’t allowed to cause chaos too? You definitely were in for it later, but hell if it wasn’t funny.
