hosting-the-spider:

son-of-fire-and-ice:

Emrys smiles at the kiss. ‘What about you huh? You fall for me?’

Peter pulled back a little, flashing him another shy, toothy smile. “You tell me.”

‘Mhmmm….yes?’ Emrys smirks slightly, kissing Peter gently.

fuckitimbatmandude:

Stiles found the door open so he entered in the room like a storm calling for the demigood ” Emrys”

He found the room empty but thne he heard a big thump coming from the bathroom so he ran there and when he saw Emrys in the bathtub uncoscious with his blood getting out of his body he screamed ” EMRYS!”

He throwed himself near  the demigood in tears ” Oh god..oh god Emrys NO!” entering in the bathtub he held his boyfriend ” please baby, please heal yourself ..don’t die please “

Hs face full of tears , sobbing he put his lips against Emrys’  and then he turn on the tap to  clean the wounds ” OH god…Emrys please..I’m sorry ..oh god no” 

Stiles cried in the boy’s chest and screamed one more time ” EMRYS”

Emrys fire sparked to life in small flames over his wrists, the water from the tap quickly putting them out before they could start to heal the three large holes in the tanned flesh. He grimaces slightly as Stiles kisses him, fire sparking a little more. ‘No….’ He groans out, pulling away from Stiles, thinking he was a parametric  ‘Let me die…’ He slumped slightly in the humans arm, falling back into the darkness.

+++

It was hours later that Emrys woke up in the hospital, heavy bandages on his wrists and and IV in his elbow. He stared at the tube for a moment, not quite comprehending what it was before groaning and pulling the needle from his skin. He’d spent years in a constant high and he refused to go back. Not even to numb the pain of Stiles leaving him. The green eyes were dull as they observed the small room, taking in the faded wallpaper, old couch and the teen sleeping on it. It took a moment before Emrys’ drug addled mind figured out that the young man was…Stiles.

He sat up slightly, eyes focusing on his sleeping lover. He couldn’t figure out why Stiles would be here, in his hospital room. Hell he couldn’t figure out why he was alive in the first place. The demi-god thought he felt Stiles kissing him just before he’d blacked out, thought he’d heard the teen  begging him to stay. But that was a dream….wasn’t it?

peter-parker-stuff:

son-of-fire-and-ice:

‘Sounds fun.’ Emrys smiles and kisses Peters cheek. ‘Any lame movie in particular? Or just whatever one we can find?’

Peter scrunched up his nose, thinking hard. “Uh… What about… I don’t know. What’s even showing?” He tugged him in the direction of the cinema.

‘You’re talking to a guy who doesn’t watch TV. I have no idea what’s playing.’ Emrys lets himself be pulled after his boyfriend.

alpha-de-la-meute-humaine:

son-of-fire-and-ice:

‘Wow that’s very helpful Stiles.’ Emrys laughs. ‘I think I’ll just have a burger and coke.’

“Sorry.” I answer with a laugh. “I love food in general. But I prefer cook in fact. It’s better when I make it myself.”

‘Well…I think that depends on who’s cooking.’

hosting-the-spider:

son-of-fire-and-ice:

‘Pete, I fight mutants. I get hurt even when I try not to.’ Emrys kisses Peters forehead. ‘I’ll talk about him however I like when he causes harm to the man I love.’ Emrys sighs. ‘I know he hurts you when he forces his control over you so don’t even deny it.’

“Mutants? Why? I-” He pulled back slightly, “Not to- No-” He shook his head, “You’re not part of the mutant registration, are you?” He moved back, avoiding his lips. He wanted to get all this cleared up.

Seth let out another snarl in his head and began attempting to claw his way to the front of their consciousness, hissing out threats and curses towards Emrys. He bit down on his lip. “Like now?”

‘What the hell’s the mutant registration? Emrys tilts his head as Peter pulls back. ‘Pete, it’s cage fighting. Two people with powers get in a cage and they fight until one surrenders or can’t fight any more.’ He gently pulls the host back against him.  ’And yes. Like now.’

houseofmysteries:

son-of-fire-and-ice:

“Oh no it’s alright. We’ll have to buy a whole pizza just for Em anyway. That boy eats enough for ten teens.” Mandy laughs, ruffling Emrys hair. The teen leans away, pushing himself closer to Jack in the process. He pulls away slightly as he helps Jack into the van before taking the seat next to him and wrapping his arm around the others shoulder.

Kana stopped and smiled, climbing into the front seat. She sighed, “thank you, I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

Jack leaned to the side and into Emrys, closing his eyes. With the constant warmth it was making him extremely tired.  He hoped he didn’t fall asleep before food, he couldn’t skip another meal. He nuzzled into Emrys, “you can’t let me fall asleep,” he murmured.

“Sweetheart you don’t have to.” Mandy pats Kana’s arm gently, looking back at their sons before pulling out of the driveway.

The jock kisses the top of Jack’s head. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get something to eat alright?’

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houseofmysteries:

son-of-fire-and-ice:

‘We could always find a closet or something to fuck in.’

Jack sighed and shook his head, “considering we already fucked in the coffee shop I don’t want to fuck in a closet,” he giggled, “I guess I can wait.”

‘Well then.’ Emrys smirks and takes Jack’s hand.

WHY ARE YOU SO PERFECT?! OHMYGOODNESS IT’S BEAUTIFUL.

(Wha?)

kidtonystark:

son-of-fire-and-ice:

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pileofguys:

son-of-fire-and-ice:

‘Hmmm….I think I’ll take this round slow.’ He smirks, fingers slowly moving up the others thigh.

Tristan squirmed. “Please just do what ever you want.”

The demi-gods fingers start to tease Tristan’s entrance.

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Okay, anyone who’s seen/read the anime/manga Fairy Tail knows what that is. But no one in my family knows about that series. So my sisters boyfriend looked at it and said.

“It looks like a bird ridding a sled backwards.”

My second tattoo that I got with my mom and sister the day after Easter.

pileofguys:

son-of-fire-and-ice:

‘Well you’re sexy,’ He nips at Tristan’s hip bone. ‘You do what I want in bed.’ He runs his tongue over the protruding bone. ‘So yeah, I’d say I like you.’ He sucks on the wolfs hip

Tristan bit his lip as Emrys toyed with him. He finally let out a moan. “Just do it again. please.”

‘Hmmm….I think I’ll take this round slow.’ He smirks, fingers slowly moving up the others thigh.