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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Feeding The Flames: Breakfast of Champions

Summary- 1.9k Johnny Storm x You. Johnny opts to sleep in this morning instead of getting up early. You snooze, you lose Storm. But he knows how to compensate for the missed meal.

This is written for @imanuglywombat‘s “Is That Even A Sex Position” Weekly Challenge NSFW, 18+ Sexual Content

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“Where's Flame Boy?” Ben questioned while entering the kitchen, his heavier footsteps giving him away before hand, so you were expecting him to come up behind you. Flipping the pancake, you shook your head with a roll of your eyes.

“In bed still… can you believe that he said he would rather sleep in then help me this morning?” You chuckled while plating food before starting another. Susan wasn't far behind, with Richard trailing her with a newspaper tucked under his arm.

“Johnny was never an early riser.” She shrugged as she started gathering dishes to set the table, Richard unfolding the paper with a sigh.

“The best time to get anything done is in the morning, but I never could drill that into him.” The man shook his head and Susan passed him while giving him a kiss on top of his head.

You hid a smile while fussing with the bacon sizzling on the back of the stove. They were terribly wrong about Johnny being an early riser. Why he had risen at like four am just that morning and was a man set on a goal. Kisses to your neck and traveling till he was pressing his face heatedly between your breasts, pressing a knee between your thighs to spread them, his cock heavy between the two of you.

“Johnny, it's too early.” You had whined but he persisted, warm fingers stroking between your folds while sucking on a nipple.

“I will be quick.”

“Liar” you threw your hand down to brush over his buzz cut, grasping the back of his head even though you were protesting.

You got lost in your thoughts, biting your lip as you felt an excited tingle spiral in your lower belly.

Ben though was quick to cut the memories short. “Anything I can do to help Y/N?” he asked while you drifted back to the here and now, scooping out the bacon before it got to crispy. Clicking off the burner, you wink at Ben.

“Sure do.” You pull open the fridge door and pull out a bag of oranges. “Would you juice the oranges? You are a hell of a lot faster than I am.”

He grabbed a bowl from above your head and took the oranges. “Have it done lickity split Y/N.”

You gave him an affectionate hug. “And that's why I can always count on your Ben.”

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Johnny gave a groan as he stirred alone in bed, lifting his head to grab for his phone and check the time. A reasonable hour, ten am, blinked back at him. Johnny reached his hand over to your side of the bed, but already knew it would be cold and empty. You weren't one to just stay in bed often and that was a shame, because he would have made it worth your while. Instead he heard you talking in the adjacent room from the bedroom, sounded like his sister, and Johnny gave in that he probably wasn't going to be able to distract you into coming back to bed now. With a groan, he pushed up to wander into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Once he showered and dressed, Johnny followed his nose to the delectable scent of fried bacon and eggs. His hand settled on his stomach which was growling while he went into the kitchen to find you sitting at the table, your college textbooks spread around and wagging a pen in the air while you concentrated on the chapter you were reading, once in a while pausing to write a note down on your pad of paper.

“Breakfast smells good Y/N.” Johnny started searching the counters and stove top.

You chuckled while turning a page, nodding. “Mmmhh it was, too bad you missed it.”

Johnny peeked in the microwave in the last ditch attempt to find himself some of your cooking, which he snapped it shut. “All of it? All gone? Every last bit of it?” He groaned and you leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms over your head. Johnny couldn't help but admire the way your sleep tank stretched over your chest, making him smirk to himself.

“Every last bit of it. You got some cornflakes up in the cupboard.”

Johnny snorted at that idea. He was hungry and cereal wasn't going to curb that craving. No, he had something better in mind. Even better then what you had cooked up earlier while he was sleeping. “Fuck cereal.”

You half ignored Johnny as you started packing some of your books up considering you had to get to class in another hour. “Make some toast then Johnny, I don't know what to tell you. You snooze, you lose Mister.”

Johnny smirked as he rounded the counter, tilting his head to look at your heart shaped ass as you leaned down to zip up your bag, and his hands clasped against your cheeks, making you squeak while he dug his fingers in a bit. “I can think of something a lot better to have then cereal, toast or anything else in this kitchen today.” He spun you around, hands falling to your hips to perch you on the table, some of your books falling off the edge of the table. Your legs circled around Johnny's hip while your hands rubbed up his tee and you shook your head at him.

“You sure know how to compliment a girl. Best thing in the kitchen huh?” You wiggled your brows and bit your lip while running a foot up the back of his thigh.

“Nothing but facts Baby.” he tilted in to claim your lips, starting with a peck of a kiss. “Where is everyone?”

“Mmhh, Richard and Susan had a lecture at the university and I'm assuming Ben is in his room?” You shrugged and Johnny seemed to calculate the chances of getting caught.

“Fuck it” He sputtered and surged forward to now place a messy kiss on your lips, forcing you to lay back against the table, clutching at his shoulders. Some of your books were digging into your back, and when he pulled away to drag fingers through the waistband of your shorts. Dragging them down, you kicked your feet. To deny that the idea of being caught was a bit exciting. A hell of a lot exciting.

“Johnny what if we get caught?” You raised yourself to your elbow to look down your body to where Johnny was kissing the top of your thighs and pulling up a chair underneath him. Palms dragged the back of your thighs to grasp the back of your knees, his mouth hot against the top of your mound.

“Keep quiet and we won't.” His hands tightened and dragged one leg over his shoulder, running his nose through the tight curls and down to the slit where you could already feel your core tighten just seeing your boyfriend looking up at you like he was ready to feast. “You can do that, right Minx?” A pink tongue escaped from between his lips to tease your outer folds, making your toes curl at the sensation.

You give a nod, and tilt your head back towards the doorway to make sure no one was coming this way when Johnny flicked his tongue harder to slick between your tempting folds to really taste your juicy cunt. A gasp escaped at the sensation and you could feel Johnny giving a smirk against your thigh where he bit lightly, lifting that one to go over his other shoulder. “Mmh, delicious.” He said teasing as his hands folded around the plump globes of your cheeks and arched you up, your elbows bracing you and the books you had been laid over digging into your back.

His tongue took sharp laps to collect your juices with a hum of satisfaction, every glance he took up your body showed your tensing at each taste he took, every time his tongue circled around your weeping entrance, giving teasing pokes before sliding up to suck your clit between his lips. The bud swelled, each twirl of the tip of his tongue circled patterns that made your hips rotate to follow, your little mewls just rewarding above him.

“Fuck, oh fuck Johnny.” You wriggled your hips and he clutched them harder to keep you still. Your feet braced against the back of the chair to arch up higher, which he allowed. Burying his face into your cunt, he kept teasing back and forth, till you felt him spit against your rim, his finger circling your tight entrance.

“Shit Johnny-”

His teeth sunk into your ass cheek a moment, making you bite on your bottom lip to quiet yourself. “Gotta keep quiet, remember.” His thumb pushed past the tight rim to the first knuckle as his tongue lapped your entrance, fast hard licks making you clench till he started to fuck you with his tongue, easily stroking your fluttering walls.

You leaned onto an elbow to loosen your other arm, muffling the cry that was falling from your lips as your hips bucked, Johnny harshly digging his fingers into your globes in an attempt to keep you still.

Between him teasing your ass, tongue fucking you so efficiently you wanted to cum right then, it was all overwhelming when he sucked on your clit again, this time pulling the swollen bud to lift his head up to look down at you while you were digging your fingers into your cheeks with one hand and trying to clutch at the wooden table underneath you.

“Flood my face Baby…” He encouraged, his tongue swiping along his shiny pink bottom lip as if he was collecting some decadent cream. His chin, jawline, all glistened from your arousal and you could feel your thighs drenched. His hands arched you just a bit more while you gave him a pleading gaze, high pitched whine confirming that you were ready to cum.

He dove back in, now a man on a mission, and you resisted the build up for just a few moments, sounds escaping between clenched fingers over your lips, your hand slapping against the table when you finally snapped.

Much to Johnny's delight, you drenched him just as he wanted. His tongue worked faster as you rocked into his face through your orgasm. Groaning satisfied at how well you coated his tongue, swallowing what he could until you sank back down, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

Behind you were heavy echoing footsteps, which made you push up to a sit suddenly. “Oh shit-” Johnny pushed up to a stand, lifting you off the table to grasp your lowered sleep shorts and quickly pulled them up and gave a quick kiss, his eyes sparkling brightly in excitement.

“Oh look whose ass is finally up.” Ben grunted and Johnny was quick to lift his shirt up to wipe at his lips and chin to hide the evidence of earlier, you turned to finish picking up the books on the table.

“Ahh, well I woke up to smelling breakfast and guess what, I heard it's all gone.” Johnny leaned down to pick up the books that fell down. “Lucky me though I got a girl that gave me a Special Breakfast, since I missed out earlier.” Johnny grinned widely as Ben rolled his eyes, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge.

You squeaked a bit, trying to hide your face as you cleared your throat. “I gotta go get dressed for class.” You excused while making your escape, hearing the parting words shared between the two.

“She spoils you Johnny, I hope you know that.”

“Fuck Ben, feel free to pulverize me if I ever disagree with that statement.”

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nuggets-and-french-fries · 3 years

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Matthew Gray: More Of A Minx.

Note: I do apologize for this one taking a little longer but this is for a character that I don’t really know. I had fun writing this and I hope that you enjoy this.

This imagine is for @dangerouslcve who requested a Matthew Gray Imagine. If you don’t know, Matthew Gray is a character that Tom Felton portrays in the movie ‘Feed’.

If you would like an imagine with someone other Taron Egerton, Richard Madden or any of their characters, please don’t hesitate to ask.

Without any further a due, Kay, I hope I did this justice. Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity to branch out and write for someone else. It was great fun.

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Go out, they said, it will be fun, they said. Y/n trusted her friends but that all went out the window when they left her to her own devices. This was the very thing that she dreaded, especially when Matthew Gray was there. He was not good news and everyone knew it.

“Well, don’t you look yummy.” Matt teased, walking up to the poor unsuspecting woman. Y/n inwardly groaned before turning to face the man she loathed.

“Matt.” She greeted sarcastically. Matt kissed her cheek.

“I’d ask if you were here alone but that’s obvious.” He said, making y/n scoff.

“What do you want?” Y/n asked. Matt smiled and led her out of sight and ear shot of everyone in the room.

“What do you want?” Y/n asked, trying to be strong. Matt saw right through her façade and smirked.

“God I bet you look even better without any clothes on.” Matt taunted. Y/n’s breath hitched as she felt her heart quicken in fear. She knew that Matt had a reputation for being the bad boy but when you added alcohol into the mix, you got this version of Matt. Dark, menacing and dominant.

“Please don’t.” Y/n all but squeaked. Matt got closer to her.

“I hear that virgin pussy is so much better. So tight, so delicious.” He whispered. The girl in front of him wanted to burst into tears. She hadn’t told anybody that she was inexperienced and to have someone use that against her, it shook her to the bone. With all the courage she could muster, she raised her leg and kneed him in the groin. Matt immediately shrunk back as waves of displeasure course through his veins.

At school the next day, y/n did her best to avoid Matt. The way he made her feel was indescribably disgusting to the point that she went home and scrubbed herself raw. Unfortunately for her, Matt was in her science class and that was next.

“For today’s lesson, I will be pairing you off so please listen carefully because I will not repeat myself.” The teacher explained. Y/n had to hold her breath in the hopes that she’d get to work with either Liv or someone other than the pig that treated her horridly the night before.

“Liv and Brielle. Matt and y/n.” The teacher finished. Y/n’s hand shot straight up.

“Yes.” Mr. Nypress answered.

“Can I please be paired with anyone else?” Y/n almost begged, alerting Matt to her discomfort. He knew he was the cause of that. He felt himself soften, feeling guilty for his actions.

“I’m sorry, you are to work with him.” Mr. Nypress told her. Y/n slumped down and pushed through the lesson.

“Can we talk?” Matt asked as everyone left the classroom. Y/n tried to ignore him.

“Y/n, I’m trying to apologize to you.” Matt said with genuinity. The girl stopped at her locker and turned to face him.

“Save it. You made me feel so small last night and I have never felt so dirty in my life. Being a virgin is my choice and I would never give that up to someone like you.” Y/n snapped.

“I know how I treated you is inexcusable.” He started. Y/n raised her brow and never in his life had he actually been so nervous around her.

“I’m sorry for crossing the line. I really wish I could take that and everything I’ve done to you back but I can’t and knowing that kills me.” Matt pleaded. Y/n smirked and bit her lower lip while crossing her arms.

“I will castrate you the next time you do that to me, understand?” Y/n replied. Matt nodded vigorously.

Y/n quickly took her books out of her locker before she and Matt walked out of the building, heading home for the day.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Matt asked, tentatively opening his arms for a hug. Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around him.

“Truthfully, last night was hot.” Y/n said before rushing off to where her mother was waiting for her.

Matt stood there with his mouth hanging open. Maybe she was more of a minx than he thought.

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nightglider124 · 5 years

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RobStar Week 2019: Day 7

Jewel

She slid her hand beneath her long ruby locks, lifting them up as she used her other hand to drag a brush through; untangling any knots and making it all smooth for the next day.

Starfire hummed a quiet tune to herself as she stroked her hair, bringing it back over her shoulder and letting it cascade over her skin like silk.

Getting to her feet, she wandered over to her chest of drawers, opening the third one to look for a choice of nightwear, currently standing in a baby blue lace set; the bra hugging her breasts like a second skin and the underwear she wore, not far off the same. They cut low around her hips, showcasing her shape and framing her rear wonderfully.

Her captive audience certainly seemed to think so.

“Star… put something on already.” Robin groaned from where he was sat on their bed, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants.

She suppressed a smirk and deliberately puffed her chest out and arched her back, turning and leaning seductively against the drawers. She pouted her lips and little and let her eyes become half lidded,

“Why, Richard… am I distracting you?” She purred, a wicked glimmer in her emerald eyes,

He bit down on his bottom lip, eyes trailing over every inch of her orange skin; drinking in the sight of her unbelievably long legs, that perfectly plump backside that curved up to her tiny waist before he evidently stared at her most perky assets.

“What do you think?” He grumbled, a husky edge to his tone,

She giggled and crouched slightly, digging around in her pyjama drawer. Robin sat forward a little, his focus solely on the way her ass shook as she searched the chest for what to wear to bed.

“Princess, you’ll be the death of me, I swear.” He muttered, dragging a hand through his dark hair.

“Hopefully not.” She returned, a pink babydoll slip clutched in her fist.

Throwing it on the bed momentarily, Starfire had a wicked glint in her eye as she sat with her back facing her lover,

“Robin, could I ask you to do me a favour?” She murmured,

“What’s up?”

Glancing over her shoulder, she kept her eyes downcast as she asked, “Could you unhook my bra, please?”

She stifled a laugh as he was at her back in an instant, fingers already fiddling with the clasp of her garment until it snapped apart.

He decided to help one step further, gently peeling the straps down from her shoulders; something he seemed to take great pleasure in.

Starfire felt him kiss the space between her neck and shoulder before she continued to shrug the rest of the lacy bra off. Deciding to tease him, she let it flutter to the ground before she stood up, away from him.

“Thank you!” She chirped,

Robin fell forward a little and took a double take at her when she slowly turned towards the best, showing her ample breasts off in all their glory. He swallowed the apparent drool in his mouth and shook his head,

“Minx…”

The Princess laughed and reached for the babydoll she intended to wear, slipping it over her head and smoothing it down the curves of her body.

“Y’know… you’d be more comfortable without it.”

Smirking, Starfire raised a brow at him, “Oh? Is that right?”

“Mhm…” Robin mumbled as she sat on her side of their bed, “a lot more freedom and stuff.”

She burst into laughter at his attempt of persuasion before she slid beneath the covers, fluffing her pillow before laying her head down upon it, “Perhaps I will have to remove it in a while then, hm?”

“An excellent idea, really.” Robin smirked, his blue eyes shining with mirth,

He matched her actions and got in between the sheets, leaning over to turn off the lamp on his bedside table before he rolled back to her, an arm over her waist so that he could press his fingertips to her back and pull her closer.

Starfire obliged, snuggling up to her boyfriend and throwing a leg over his hip so that their exposed skin brushed together.

There was a breath of companionable silence for a long moment as they got comfortable, readying themselves to fall asleep for the night.

Fingers danced at the curve of her hip, beneath the thin material of the babydoll she wore and against the warm patch of skin that lay under. Robin stroked her hip over and over, drawing little patterns here and there before he murmured,

“Our anniversary is coming up soon.”

She brushed her fingers against his cheek, letting her hand fall until the palm rested against his chest, right over the place his heart was. She could hear the rhythmic thumping which seemed to be growing stronger and quicker as the seconds passed.

“Mm… 4 years is a long time.”

“I mean, it took me longer than that to actually tell you how I felt so…”

She smiled in the darkness, staring at him through the pitch black; both knowing where the other’s gaze was and how to meet it, “I believe the expression is… better late than never.”

Robin grinned, “Thanks for being so patient with me, Star.”

Drumming her fingers against his chest, she murmured, “Always.”

He chewed his lip as he considered the changes that were coming, including something particularly close to his heart,

“I can’t believe we’re almost set on Nightwing too… it’s crazy to be leaving Robin behind.”

“I think you are ready. Robin cannot sustain you forever and Nightwing is a good identity to take over. He is your own creation, separate from anyone else.”

“Well, Nightwing will still be affiliated with the Titans…”

“But not in the same way as you would be with Batman… not like Robin is.”

“True. I’m looking forward to becoming Nightwing… I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I think you’re right. It’ll be good for me to make the switch… and I was even thinking a few years into the future as well.”

“How so?”

“Well… when we’re older and the city won’t need the Titans as much anymore… there’s this city called Bludhaven… I’ve been looking into it and it’s between here and Gotham and I think it could really use some help. I’d… like to be that help.”

He felt her stiffen before she quietly replied, “Oh… you are planning to leave?”

Robin furrowed his brows, “It won’t be like that… It’s just, even now, all of us are starting to take on new opportunities and things; the Titans aren’t just heroes anymore.”

“Oh.”

“What’s wrong?”

“What… does that mean for you and I?”

He laughed; he had to, “Star… if I move to Bludhaven, I want you to come with me. Obviously.”

Robin could see her expression shift and she looked incredibly surprised by that, “Oh? We would live alone?”

“Mhm.”

“That will be most strange… living together with just you.”

He hesitated, “Is… that a bad thing?”

“Not at all… in fact, I think I like that idea very much.”

Robin leaned forward to peck her forehead, “Good because then… when we’re older and living together… we could possibly… maybe… decide to start our own little family, if that’s something you would want as well?”

He could practically see the beaming smile she gave him, “You wish for children?”

“One day, yeah… do you?”

“I do…” She told him before she giggled, “But, I do believe if you wish to have small bumgorfs with me, you shall need to make me your wife first.”

Robin smirked, “So demanding.”

“I think it is a fair deal considering I would be carrying a child for a very long time. It is the least you could do.”

The boy wonder chuckled and brushed some of her beautiful tendrils of ruby red hair away from her face before he gently bopped her nose, “Y’know, it’s funny you say that actually…”

Pulling away from her briefly, he flicked the switch of his lamp back on; a dim glow filling the room. He slowly opened the first drawer of his bedside table and smiled down at the object inside.

A little velvet box stared back at him and as he reached for it, his heartbeat was racing. Opening the box, he focused on the silver ring inside, diamonds encrusted around the band with a larger diamond sitting at the very top.

He personally thought it was the perfect standard for royalty herself.

“Robin?”

Taking a deep breath, Robin prepared himself to ask the question; the thing he had been waiting to do for weeks now. He could only hope what her answer would be.

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lacrossepapi · 6 years

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Regrowth

Thanks again to our wonderful mods at @steterweek for putting all of this together!

Day two: Mating Bite or AND Magical Stiles

Ao3: Link

“What’s wrong little guy?” Stiles cooed at the wilting rose bush.

“It’s been on the edge of death for weeks. Please tell me you can save it!” Mrs. Jones pleaded behind him.

“I can help you, but it’s going to have to wait for the waning gibbous moon in two days.” Before Stiles could continue his explanation Mrs. Jones threw herself into his chest.

“Mrs.Jones, I’m happy to be of assistance, but we need to figure out why someone has been wanting your roses dead so that I don’t have to cleanse them every month.” Stiles laughed pleasantly as he gently removed the elderly lady from his body and said, “Not that I wouldn’t like to see you that often.”

He sent her a wink for extra measure.

Mrs.Jones giggled, “Oh you little minx! You’re too sweet to this old lady.”, her smile dropped as she thought for a moment, “I bet it’s that darn Peggy Clifton down the street! My rose bush beat hers for Most Vibrant Bloom and she’s been down right hateful since!”

“I think you should go over and see if a nice homemade pie might soothe her ire. Compliment her hydrangeas or something. Make her regret being so rude to such a nice young lady,” another wink, “and maybe she’ll stop killing your roses.” Stiles knew he was flirting with this woman, but old ladies always had the prettiest flora and if he could get in her good graces long term he might be able to spend time in her lovely garden surrounded by her happy plants.

“Yes my sweet I think that’s exactly what I’ll do! Like my nana always said ‘Kill them with kindness and if that don’t work a good stabbing will!’ Hopefully I won’t need to get out ol’ Richard.” Mrs.Jones let out a pretty laugh when she saw Stiles’ face.

“Nana named that knife after her first husband, you know they never did figure out where he ran off to.” Mrs.Jones sent him a wink of her own before linking elbows with Stiles and bringing him inside.

Three days later, under the gibbous moon Stiles said a quick incantation to bless the small cloth bag he’d put: clove, wormwood, holly, motherwort, lavender, and vervain in for purification, healing, and protection. Unless Mrs.Clifton decided to get really nasty Mrs.Jones’ roses were going to be perfectly healthy.

Mrs.Jones had sent him off with a pan of brownies and a teary hug goodbye. He really did adore the sweet older ladies in Beacon Hills. They always had such happy plants, and were always willing to have a chat.

The light of the large gibbous moon lit his way through the preserve, a path he’d taken so often he could walk it backwards and with his eyes closed.

Tonight something was different Something was calling him.

Stiles pulled his hoodie tighter around himself. The hair on the back of his neck started to stand as he went deeper into the relative darkness of the forest. The tugging sensation was getting stronger the further he went, but this was his quickest way home and Stiles wasn’t going to show weakness by turning around. The air around him danced quickly across his chilled skin leaving the impression of little feet racing down his spine. He tried to block out the smell of wet decay as he moved quickly down the path. The tugging sensation was strongest as he approached the trail to the old root cellar his mom used to go to. His steps sounded hurried and panicked even to his own ears as he raced out of the forest and into the orange glow of the streetlights.

Stiles avoided the path through the preserve until the day of the dark moon. He’d told his father where he was going to be for the night in case anything happened and headed out into the forest before the sun had fully set. Stiles wasn’t a fan of being caught out in the dark again, but tonight would be a good night for divination and he wanted to find out if the thing calling him that night had malicious intent or did genuinely need his help.

He downed the last of his rosemary tea, which he’d brewed specifically for courage, and stepped onto the path to the old root cellar he’d only ever heard stories about. Stiles immediately started hearing cries in the wind. Something was out here hurting, maybe even dying; unless he was being baited into a trap. He pulled his favorite hoodie tighter around himself, the red color soothing in its familiarity, not to fight the chill but to fight his sense of dread as he searched through the ever dimming light of the setting sun. His mother had told him that sitting in the root cellar that resided underneath a great elder tree would help him focus his energy, but he still hadn’t seen any trees he would describe as “great” or one of the elder trees.

When he finally did find the doors to the root cellar they were not at the base of a great elder tree, but at the base of the largest stump Stiles had ever seen. The soft cries on the wind had grown louder with each step towards that massive stump, but with the rosemary running through him and his belief in himself strong Stiles persisted. The wind whipped through the trees as if a tornado was only seconds away or perhaps already upon him. The branches of trees groaned under the pressure, the animals silent save for the screams. The entire forest was telling him to run, and yet Stiles still felt the tugging of a life in pain seeking help. Stiles whispered a quick prayer to Medeina, the slavic she-wolf goddess of the forest and its creatures, in hopes that she’d see that he was only here to help a tree under her protection.

Stiles moved away from the doors to the cellar and closer to the stump. Stiles could feel the ley lines that intersect in the base of the tree, which explained why his mother would come here for divination and other magics that needed extra power. There were two large wounds on the tree’s interior. The first was connected to the northern line that headed out of Beacon Hills, and was a massive dark ink blot like stain. The second, smaller but still significantly sized injury to the great tree was a large burn mark that was connected to the eastern line and if Stiles remembered correctly it continued through the preserve, past the old Hale house, and exited the town through the main road.

“Note to self: Check out where the ley lines run through town” Stiles mumbled, knowing he’d remember because he spoke it out loud and his need to know everything often helped him remember things like this.

Stiles raised the velvet sack of herbs in his pocket up to his lips for good luck before stepping up to the closest wound and lifting his empty hand over the burned scar to divine its origin.

Wolves howling in pain

Cackling laughter

Muffled screams

Human blood spilled

Vengeance

Balance

He stepped back and shook the phantom pain from his hand. This injury was old and while not forgotten it was obviously healed over. The great tree had made peace with what had caused this wound, had found balance with the events that surrounded the burn. Stiles vaguely remembered the arson case his father had worked on six years ago. There’d been six deaths and three survivors. Stiles remembered something about an uncle getting custody of the two Hale kids he went to school with even though the uncle was young. Stiles remembers thinking about how lonely and distraught his classmate and her brother must have been, the death of his mother fresh in his ten year old mind. Stiles shook off the heavy emotions of both the tree’s and his own remembered pain as he took a moment to catch his breath.

Stiles clutched his spell bag as he slowly walked toward the massive ink stain in an effort to keep his nerves from over taking him. He sent a quiet prayer to Gulbis the guardian angel and protector of human spirits, hopefully if something did go wrong tonight he’d get to see his father one more time.

Stiles sensed the presence of a lurking were just as he took one more calming breath and finally put his hand over the wound.

War

Death

Chaos

Destruction

Human blood spilled

Supernatural blood spilled

Stiles broke the connection, stumbling back with from the strength of the pull he now felt from the tree. He drew in quick shuddering breaths as he tried to further himself from the stain. He scrambled across the leaf covered ground before emotions exploded from the tree.

HATE

JOY

CHAOS

GLEE

STRIFE

Stiles was hyperventilating. He couldn’t breathe with the speed of his thoughts and it was causing his chest to contract, his vision going blurry. His world was closing in on him and he knew he was on the edge of blacking out; his brain kept reminding him that whatever was sealed in the tree was going to get him if he passed out, but he couldn’t fight the increasing panic.

A wet nose shocked him out of his thoughts and brought him gasping back into the world. A wolf was gently prodding him in the side as if trying to get him further away from the demon trapped in the great elder tree. That’s what it is, what it has to be; a demon. How was Stiles gonna defeat a demon?

The wolf whined efficiently stopping him from panicking again. The wolf was right, Stiles needed to get the hell out of there. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed a hold of the wolf’s fur so that it could lead him down the now pitch dark path. Stiles took a soothing breath as he blindly followed the wolf in the darkness before closing his eyes to focus his energy. He gripped his divination spell bag once as he slowly opened his eyes to a dark world exploding with color. The dark moon was so good for soul searching and divination that Stiles could see the auras of every living creature around, including the wolf he was following.

The wolf’s aura was intriguing to watch. The shades of yellow mixing with shades of blue and gold; lemon swirling around navy, gold intertwining with cerulean, pale yellow twisting through burnt amber. Stiles watched as the colors danced and began drawing his conclusions about his mysterious savior. His wolf was intelligent, creative, driven, but the specific mix of shades is what caught Stiles’ attention. He looked at where his aura met the wolf’s and noticed how similar they were. Medeina had sent him a savior who suited Stiles’ own personality and soul.

Stiles sent her a prayer of thanks before releasing his view of the spirits around him. He was immediately surrounded by darkness again, his only grip on the world around him was the soft fur under his palm and the sound of his stumbling footsteps. Once the wolf had guided him out of the preserve Stiles collapsed onto the sidewalk in relief and closed his eyes while he focused on his breathing.

Stiles heard his companion huff a mocking breath.

“If you were in my place you’d be relieved too you ass.” Stiles said with his middle finger in the direction he thought the werewolf was.

After a few moments of silence he looked around only to find out he was now alone.

Stiles had gone to the cafe next to the herbal shop he frequented to to read over the new banishing books he’d just bought. Unfortunately for him the cafe was busy and he kept being distracted by the bells that twinkled every few seconds as a customer opened the door. Being constantly distracted in a warm room with good lighting and just the right amount of anxiety to keep him awake was definitely better than reading alone in his apartment where he’d either go on a random research binge or would accidently fall asleep.

He glanced up as the bells twinkled and made instant eye contact with a gorgeous older man with blazing blue eyes and a charming half smile. Stiles was practically panting despite the knee-jerk reaction of awkwardly looking back down at his coffee when he realized they were holding eye contact for an unusually long amount of time.

“Way to go you useless twink. How are you ever supposed to get someone to actually date your bi ass if you panic after making eye contact with a fine ass man you don’t even know?” Stiles whispered to himself kicking himself for his lack of confidence.

Stiles’ head shot up when he heard a soft rumbling laugh from the direction of the register. The man was laughing, but was still alone in the line. Stiles’ life was ruined. He was a deadman.

“You’re a were aren’t you?” He whispered testing out his theory, this time watching the man for his reaction.

The man nodded and flashed him a dazzling, yet cocky smile that just so happened to also have a bit of fang to it.

Stiles knew his face was bright red as he stared into that self-assured beauty and remember the embarrassing way he’d responded to the man he had yet to actually say a formal word to. He dropped his head to the table with a dull thud and sent a quick prayer to Pilvytė for luck and focused his energy. When he lifted his head he could see the auras of the people around him, but not as vibrant as a couple weeks ago when he’d seen the whole forest alight with the colors of every living creature’s aura. He needed to make sure the mystery man didn’t have nefarious intentions as he approached Stiles’ table, but was shocked to not only find him pure of intent but also find out he was the wolf that had saved him.

Wasn’t that interesting?

“May I join you?” The man asked, his eyes twinkling with the secret upperhand he thought he had.

Stiles blinked away the Sight as he nodded.

They sat in silence as both men read the books they had brought. Stiles would have felt uncomfortable if he had truly not known the man, but this werewolf had saved him. Stiles was, perhaps foolishly, more comfortable with the man’s presence and soon found himself yawning as the task of focusing on the book in front of him grew tedious and exhausting.

“I’m Stiles. What’s your name?” he had planned on being smoother, but the man was truly gorgeous and had already saved his life so it was hard not to be weird.

“Thank you for sharing your table with me and gracing me with such lovely reading company, Stiles. My name is Peter.” Oh he was smooth, and charming, and gorgeous, and stunning, and Stiles’ kryptonite apparently.

“It’s been a pleasure Peter.” Stiles closed his book and put it back in the bag it’d came in with a grace he did not realize he possessed in the presence of this handsome of a man, “Nice to see you on two feet this time.”

Stiles did a mental fist bump as he heard Peter’s surprised intake of breath as he passed him and continued on to the exit.

Stiles wanted to never return to that wounded great elder tree, but he knew he had to. He had to help that poor ancient tree; it shouldn’t have to contain that monster that so obviously was hurting it.

He cursed himself and his stupid bleeding heart the entire walk to the nemeton. The only thing that ended his long litany of admonishments was the appearance of Peter, who had brought along a cup of coffee for him too.

“You intrigue me.” Peter’s voice was, unfortunately for him, as smooth and charming as Stiles remembered.

Stiles just hummed in response, a small smirk finding its home on his lips.

They spent the evening like that, Peter making flattering and imploring comments and Stiles replying with smirks and noncommental noises. The longer he spent in Peter’s presence the more Stiles felt grounded, and it helped him probe the spell containing the demon. The mechanics of the spell were incredibly complicated and Stiles groaned audibly in annoyance when he realized just how long it was going to take him to figure out how to re-enforce the containment and make it so the demon couldn’t hurt the great elder tree anymore. Stiles wished he could kill it, but he had no idea if it even could be killed. All Stiles could do is bind it more and monitor the spell until he found a better solution or died, whichever came first.

Stiles sighed and started gathering his things back into his bag, “Alright handsome, that’s it for today.”

“What have you found out, darling witch?” He turned to see Peter smirking up at him from his place against a boulder.

“Well, first of all don’t call me a witch. It has a lot of negative history and pain for my people attached to it. We prefer Gifted. Secondly, I’ve figured out I can’t kill the demon the tree holds, but I might be able to seal it better so it doesn’t leak out and hurt the elder tree anymore.” Stiles explained as they made their way out of the clearing and back into the preserve.

“Well that’s a bummer.”

Stiles barked a laugh at Peter’s lame response, and found the burden of saving the nemeton a little lighter with Peter by his side.

They spent the cool autumn days that way, bantering to distract Stiles from the demon inside the tree and the crushing weight of responsibility and researching in the cafe they’d first met in. Peter was a charming whirlwind that Stiles had no defenses against, and he soon found himself madly, deeply, irrevocably in love with Peter. They spent so much time together Stiles found it impossible to resist the man or his feelings.

Luckily for Stiles, Peter was just as enamored as he was. You could almost say Stiles had bewitched the werewolf with his wit and humor.

They spent the winter wrapped in each other’s embrace. Together they sealed the demon inside the nemeton so tight it could never hurt the elder tree again.

Fireworks sparkled above them as they finished the final ritual and Stiles found himself happier than he had ever been in his adult life. Here he was on a beautiful night, under dazzling fireworks, and beside the love of his life sent to him from the gods when he needed him most, and Stiles felt like he could fly.

“Come here darling boy.” Peter voice was a honeyed rumble as he held a hand out to Stiles.

His own joy plus the relief of the nemeton and the magic of new years eve had Stiles twirling happily into his lover’s arms and leaning against his strong chest.

“I want you to bite me.” Stiles sighed out in a dream like state high on the glee inside him.

Peter gently swayed them both, humming a tune Stiles didn’t recognize.

“I want to give you the mating bite too my love. Tonight, under these stars, we dance. In the morning you’re mine forever.” Peter’s words floated on the breeze, gently wrapping themselves around the couple.

“In the morning you’re mine forever.” Stiles whispered the words back to him, clutching Peter closer.

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