#had a horrible day so i drew this kinda in a trance

[bcbryar]

This fuckass triangle haunting anyone else too?

[faustrinus]

Family

When James Potter was nervous, you could tell. His usual confidence fell and transformed into an insecure gaze, his eyes fixated on the wand the twirling around his fingers, mumbling words to himself, maybe trying to convince himself of something. And when Remus saw the tension on his shoulders and the messy hair more untidy than ever, it was obvious that something happened. And it didn't look like something good. The werewolf closed his book as James sat down on one of the chairs around the wooden table, "Everything alright, James?" The question seemed to startle the boy, who in a useless attempt, ran his left hand through his hair, the wand still dancing on the other hand. A nod would have been enough, but Remus was pretty sure he heard a whisper about everything being fine, which was unusual since James hated whispering. He was more of a loud type of person, the type that would speak loudly, laugh loudly and proclaim every one of his sentences as a fact. "Are you sure?"

"Do you remember the last prank we talked about to you, Remus? Sirius and I."

"The one where I decided not to be a part of since it was senseless, foolish and dangerous?"

James laughed, and that made Remus felt a little bit better about the whole thing. "Yeah, that one, well..."

"Don't tell me you already did it," The werewolf sighed, already waiting for the whole explanation on how the prank was a total success, "Before you tell me anything, where is Sirius?"

James gulped, "Maybe... just maybe... something went wrong."

"Wrong as...?"

"Sirius is in the infirmary.  He told me not to tell you because he knows how you get but you know I'm a terrible liar and I needed to get it out my chest since it was so unexpected but I swear to Merlin it was an accident Sirius got distracted and-"

Remus stood up at same time James spoke with his accelerate voice, his hands already massaging his temples, the situation stressed him more than any exam they could have during the week, well, Sirius was more important than anything else "Is he okay?"

"Yeah, just a spell that didn't work. His arm got a little bit hurt, but I'm sure he's fine by now."

As the height difference made presence, the werewolf really wanted to roll his eyes at James, scold him and probably hide his broom for a few days, at least until he learned about doing not-so-dangerous pranks, "You are fine, right?"

"Yes."

"That's good. I'm going to check him up. Don't... do anything funny."

"I think I reached my number of pranks per week."

The stairs and hallways that lead to the infirmary were infinite when you tried to be faster than the usual. The moving painting that stared at the boy as he walked down, eyebrow furrowed, whispered things between them. Remus wasn't worried about Sirius being injured (they had magic to heal him, and it probably wasn't anything really important) but he was preoccupied about the thing that James said among his nervousness. Sirius got distracted.

Sirius was good at spells, he was good at magic in general, but if something distracted him it had to be something important, probably something bad. Something about his family. Remus knew him that well thanks to the uncountable nights where Sirius would snuggle against his shoulder, his voice weak as he spoke about those letters, those letters that called him by horrible nicknames and saying things that no one should read about themselves. Those letters that broke him down a thousand times just to make him suffer, feel how disappointed his family was of him.

Arriving at the infirmary just to see how distressed Sirius looked was enough to confirm Remus theories about the whole incident.

"Sirius?"

Remus felt guilty about making noise since some kids were trying to sleep their injuries away.  But Sirus looked as if he was submerged on a trance, lost in another universe or some type of memory, his eyes greyer than they usually were.

"Love?"

And the second call Remus saw a flickering light inside Sirius sight, that soon brought his shiny diamond back to life. A little smile drew itself in his lips, and with one hand he made a gesture for the werewolf to come closer, or closer enough to hold hands in the warm silence of the place.

"What happened? James told me it was an accident."

Sirius yawned, his eyes fixated on his boyfriend, "It was, I got distracted."

"Mind to tell me why?"

As Remus sat down in one of the sides of the bed, Sirius tried to explain, but every time he tried to open his mouth a groan of frustration would step out first, stopping him for talking. He knew he needed to tell Remus, but he felt so tired of feeling the same again. Feeling weak, and terrified, not for him. But for his brother.

"Reg..."

Remus caressed Sirius's hand, "It was Regulus. You saw Regulus."

"He had a bruise, one he didn't have before. He didn't have it yesterday, it was big."

"Where did he have it?"

"Neck."

As the silence made presence once again, Remus swore he felt Sirius pulse got more intense. "What if they are doing to him what they did to me?"

"I thoughts your parents were a lot more strict with you. You told me Regulus would always get a really hard scolding."

Sirius nodded, and the image came to his mind again "Yes, but now I'm not there to get the curses and hits, he's alone. He's alone in hell, Remus, that house is hell."

Suddenly, an idea came to Remus mind. He got up, almost startling the shorter boy in the process, who opened his mouth to protest as soon as his hands stopped touching. "Would he tell me something if I tried speaking to him?..."

"I'm not sure. He doesn't want to talk to me, but I think he kinda likes you. I would love it if you tried, babe."

Remus blushed at the nickname but soon decided that if he wanted to help his boyfriend ease his mind, that was the right thing to do. "I will go."

"Just remember you don't have to, Rem."

"You're my boyfriend, and he is your brother. He is also my family."

[marauder--harder]

Title: definitely NOT into you. (Remus lupin)

Okay guys, this is maybe kinda sorta a bit that I was thinking of incorporating into an upcoming chapter of TTY. It may be in there, it may not. Thus, think of this as an alternative AU that may end up in the mix somewhere. ;) 

Anyhow, please enjoy! On the second day of Christmas, my favorite blog gave to me… 

“Definitely Not Into You”

…

“I don’t know what you are talking about Moony; I’d never do that to you.” You grinned up at him cheekily, watching as his books continued to rearrange the words on their pages, making it impossible for him to study any longer. At least now he won’t ignore you.

“I guess I’d just have to teach you another lesson.” Remus smirked, looking down at you with a heavy gaze. He watched as you swayed slightly, leaning in closer to him subconsciously before backing away again.

“I thought you said I was an insufferable student?” You teased, trying desperately to snap yourself out of the trance he had seem to put you in. His wolfish grin and obvious innuendos set a strong heat pooling in your stomach; something that annoyed you a lot less than you’d have liked.

“You are.” Remus grinned further, leaning in to angle your chin towards him. “But I find that you are tolerable so long as I use a firm hand.”

Your eyes flicker from his own to his lips repeatedly, and you can’t help but bite gently at your bottom lip in response. “Is that so, Professor?”

“Yes, it is Ms. Y/L/N.” Watching his eyes darken, you glanced around quickly, noting the other students studying diligently before turning and grabbing his wrist tightly.

Standing up, you pulled him along with you and began heading towards the restricted section of the library. Remus simply grinned behind you, following leisurely as you yanked as his wrist to keep up.

Once the two of you were sufficiently tucked away, you stopped and turned, pushing Remus against a bookshelf. You stood on your tiptoes, before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet your lips harshly. Remus grinned into the kiss, sliding his hands around your waist slowly and pulled you closer to him.

You moaned softly as you felt yourself pressed flush against him and tugged gently at the hair at the base of his neck. Remus shivered slightly and bit at your bottom lip gently, silently asking for entrance. You responded with fervor, one hand slowly trailing higher to tangle into his hair and the other sliding down across his chest.

Pulling away for a moment, your mouth began the same decent it did before as it left open mouthed kisses along his jawline and down his neck. “Don’t get any ideas, by the way.” You mumbled hotly against his skin, before nipping at his pulse point, hoping to get the same reaction you did the first time you had done this. “This doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

Remus groaned softly and you smirked, repeating the action over and over until you were sure that there would probably be a mark on his skin. The idea sent a spike of heat in your stomach and you whimpered ever so softly in response.

Suddenly the hands at your hips tightened their grip and you felt yourself move backwards until you had your own bookshelf at your back. You looked up at Remus, hair messy and lips swollen, as he pinned you between him and the wall.

“I’ll take all that I can get then, Ms. Y/L/N.” He grinned before lifting your chin up towards him and kissing you soundly. His mouth moved perfectly against yours and you found yourself tugging at his uniform, untucking his shirt quickly, before dipping your hands under and across his stomach. Your fingers teased gently up and down his happy trail making Remus moan and shiver each time you reached lower and lower towards his belt buckle.

His kisses quickly trailed down your neck, searching desperately to find the spot he knew would drive you wild. Your head tilted, hair falling away as you bared your neck to him, whining softly as he left feather light kisses across your skin.

“Please Moony,” you breathed, and tugged at his shirt once more, popping a few buttons open to expose more of his chest. His own hands trailed up and down your own sides slowly before bringing them to the bottom of your skirt, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“That’s Professor to you, Ms. Y/L/N.” He smirked, sucking experimentally at a tender spot on your neck, causing you to moan loudly.

“Fuck, fine. Professor, Moony, Remus, I don’t bloody care just please.” Your head was spinning and you felt yourself throbbing. You reached out for Remus’ belt and began to unbuckle it, undoing the button to his trousers and unzipping him.

Remus moaned as you softly brushed against him, releasing your neck and capturing your lips instead. “As you wish,” he mumbled against your mouth.

His hands traveled up the bottom of your skirt to your aching core and began stroking your slit over your panties. Your hands gripped the hem of his boxers tighter as you moaned loudly against his mouth. Remus smiled in response and continued, the wolf within him howling loudly with pride. You locked your knees before you could feel them start to grow weak and pulled Remus out of his boxers.

Your hand hesitantly reached out and wrapped itself around his length, stroking him lightly. Remus pulled away with a loud groan, burying his head in your neck. “Fuck Y/N,” he mumbled, “please, more.”

You shivered at the utterly wrecked way he pled your name and stroked his full length again slowly, wiping your thumb lightly across his head, now dripping with precum. “I-Is this okay?” you asked, your voice breathy and just as equally ruined as you felt Remus thumb at your clit, your panties now pushed aside.

Remus moaned, his voice deep and gravelly. “Godric, you’re perfect. Just like that; tighten your grip a bit—fuck, yes!” You opened your eyes to see the tensing in his own shoulders as he bucked into your hand over and over again, desperate for more.

Inserting two fingers, Remus pumped in and out of you, his thumb still rubbing at your clit consistently. You fought to stay concentrated, as you climbed higher and higher towards your peak. Your hand movements slowed slightly and you heard Remus growl in response.

“Sorry, big boy,” you whispered and resumed your pace, adding an experimental twist on the upstroke. Your other hand reached down and fondled his balls gently, drawing a long expletive from him.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m not going to last much longer.”

Moaning softly in the shell of his ear, you nodded. “Me either.”

Each of you drew the other closer and closer to the edge, moans and curses passed between both of you until you each came, the other’s name tumbling from your lips.

The two of you stood there for a few moments, panting softly, neither saying anything. You tried to catch your breath, feeling fully sated as Remus leaned against you, his softening member still in your hand.

Letting your hand slowly fall away, Remus shivered and chuckled against your shoulder softly.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, trying to remember the name of the cleaning spell you had learned years ago.

Remus simply cleared his throat and lifted his head to look at you, smile dopey and large. He leaned in and captured your lips in a sweet kiss, that left you with a horrible fluttering heart and matching grin. “Am I getting any closer?”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed and pushed lightly against his chest. “If you’re always that good you might be.” With your clean hand, you picked up your wand and cast a nonverbal scourgify, cleaning Remus’ cum from your hand.

He threw his head back with a laugh before looking down at you and blinked a few times, flushing lightly. “Ah, sorry,” he started, and shifted his eyes from yours to your skirt. “You missed a spot.”

You furrowed your brows and looked down to find a bit of cum on your skirt. You grinned slowly and swiped at it with your finger before bringing it to your mouth. Wrapping your lips around your finger, you licked it clean, being sure to look into his eyes as you did so. Your own eyes danced with mischief as you watched Remus’ jaw flex and adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly. You moaned softly as you released your finger with a slight pop.

“All better.”

Remus simply closed his eyes and groaned, biting his bottom lip roughly. “You’re trying to kill me, Y/N.”

You simply straightened the rest of your clothes before smiling softly, reaching up to graze your lips against Remus’ jaw gently. “Just giving you what you deserve, Remus.”

And with that you grinned and walked away, back to your table.

Kay’s Christmas Special!

[takaraphoenix]

Phoe’s Advent Calendar: Day 2

@3littlemieces - I wish you and everyone reading this a happy pre-holidays-phase ;)

Title: Advent Calendar Project – Charming Christmas Carols

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus

Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for he created the awesomeness that is Nico di Angelo. And everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, they belong to the old Greeks. This fanfiction and its OCs on the other hand are entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.

Warnings: shounen-ai, fluff, cuddles, singing, love spell (kinda)

Main Pairing: Nico/Percy

Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Piper McLean

Summary: Percy discovers a new power he has during Christmas-time. He can charm-sing – like a siren. That's a problem, until it isn't.

Links: FFNet | AO3

Charming Christmas Carols

Nico was startled out of his trance by a sudden yelp.

Camp Half-Blood was having a Christmas party and during that, they were also singing Christmas carols together. Or rather, individually. A bit like karaoke night. Most of it had been rather painful for Nico's ears. Will had kicked it off and Nico was fond of Will's voice – Cecil screeched his way through it and Annabeth had made Nico's ears bleed – but then Percy started singing.

And Percy sounded like an angel.

He also looked like an angel, but that was nothing new. To Nico, Percy had always been perfection. Now, he could hear that Percy even had the voice of an angel. And he looked so serene while singing. Or at least, he had been looking so serene, until he suddenly screeched, right in the middle of a beautiful, soft Christmas song. Nico's eyes snapped open and he noticed he was the only one left on the seats. Everyone else had stormed the stage.

Everyone else had stormed the stage and was now trying to kiss Percy.

Nico blinked in slow-motion as he watched in silent mortification how Clarisse and Reyna were actually in a fist-fight over Percy, while Will was trying to pull Percy into a kiss, at least until Jason started pulling Will away by his hair. Everyone was spurting declarations of love and lust.

Something had gone horribly wrong and Nico had no idea what, but he knew he hated it.

Hastily, he got up from his seat and rushed forward, receiving an elbow to the side from Leo and a screeched curse from Drew. Everyone was suddenly addicted to Percy. Wide-eyed, Nico looked at the terrified son of Poseidon. Percy looked downright frightened as he was being cornered by some camper Nico didn't even know by name, who was trying to kiss him.

"N—No", pleaded Percy, clearly overwhelmed by everything.

After all, there were literally dozens of demigods suddenly storming in on him, trying to touch and kiss him. Anger rose in Nico and the Earth beneath him started shaking and splitting. The other demigods lost their balance and Nico finally had a clear path to reach the startled Sea Prince. He gritted his teeth as Katie summoned vines to hold Nico back. With his powers, he easily let them die so he could reach Percy. Percy looked at him with tears in his eyes, frightened.

"It's okay, Perce. Let's get you out of here", whispered Nico gently. "Come."

Percy basically threw himself at Nico, clinging onto the son of Hades and just as the nearest demigods reached out for Percy again, Nico opened the shadows and brought Percy to safety. Safety, in this case, being the first safe place Nico could think of – the underworld.

"H—Holy Hades, what just happened?", grunted Nico, still cradling Percy very close. "You okay?"

Percy in his arms was shaking a little, trying to catch his breath. "I... I... Yeah. It was just... too much. I felt claustrophobic. Overwhelmed. Everyone going after me like that. It was... scary."

"It's alright, Percy, you're safe", assured Nico gently, smoothing Percy's hair down. "I would never let anyone hurt you. I don't know what just happened, but... you're safe now."

Percy grunted and kept clinging onto Nico, relieved that he was now safe. Safest place he could imagine – in Nico's arms. All the craziness just gone right now. All there was was Nico.

/break\

It took Percy two days before he felt ready to return to Camp Half-Blood, but only after Nico went and checked it out to see if everyone was back to normal. Still, as they entered camp again, Percy kind of hid behind Nico. No one dared to even look at Percy. Everyone had their eyes averted in embarrassment. Some came up to him and apologized, blushed and ran off.

"Perce", started Piper as she approached and rested a gentle hand on Percy's arm. "Are you okay?"

"Y—Yeah. I mean. I have no idea what happened? I was just singing Christmas carols and suddenly everyone went batshit crazy. Was this your mom messing with people?", asked Percy.

"Oh, that one was on you", chuckled Piper before pausing. "Not that I am putting blame on you. You didn't know you could do that. No, but... Chiron and Annabeth put their heads together and figured it out. It seems you have some siren-powers. It's like charmspeak, but... only singing. Turns out Aphrodite only has the power of charmspeak because she was born to the sea. Just like the sirens. So, your singing, it... charmed everyone. Made everyone go mad with love for you."

"That's not true", argued Percy with a frown, pointing at Nico. "Nico was unaffected!"

"...You're adorable", chuckled Piper fondly and shook her head before walking away.

Percy frowned confused as he turned toward Nico. "I know how love-potions work. So this can't be. The only way a love-spell fails is... But it's been... You said I'm not your type..."

"Well. I lie. What else is new?", grunted Nico and averted his eyes with a glare.

"So... you... still like me?", asked Percy unsure, trying to look him in the eyes.

"No. I still love you", sighed Nico as he finally looked up to lock eyes with Percy. "That's why your beautiful singing was just that. Beautiful singing. You couldn't make me fall hopelessly in love with you because I already am hopelessly in love with you."

"Why lie?", asked Percy confused, frowning. "You just blurted out that you liked me but that you're over it. That I'm not your type. And you left me confused, contemplating my sexuality for months!"

"I did what now?", asked Nico stunned, staring at Percy in confusion.

"I've never really thought about... sexuality", grunted Percy slightly frustrated. "I was just always shoved into it head first. And the girl's normally the first one telling me she likes me! Annabeth, Rachel, Calypso. I just... I don't really think about romantic... options, until they literally present themselves to me. And... And I've been thinking about you a lot, since you... told me. Argh."

Frustrated by it all, Percy grabbed Nico's face and slowly brought it closer. He kept eye-contact with Nico, making sure the son of Hades knew what was going on. Nico didn't back out. He just leaned in too until they finally kissed. It was sweet – Nico tasted like pomegranates and Percy was going to tease him about that until kingdom come – and soft. Percy really liked kissing Nico. He might like it a little too much, because he was pretty sure he could hear a choir of angels in his head. No. Wait. Not in his head. When Nico and Percy parted, they realized some campers had gathered around them and were actually singing gentle Christmas love songs. Percy blushed.

"Let's get out of here?", asked Nico softly. "Maybe... a first date?"

"Yes. Get us out of here", nodded Percy flustered, fingers linked with Nico.

~*~ The End ~*~