Quick Question For My Fellow Seaweed Brain Friends, Percabeth (Percy Jackson X Annabeth Chase) Or Solangelo

Quick question for my fellow seaweed brain friends, Percabeth (Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase) or Solangelo (Will Solace x Nico Di Angelo) ? No I'm not asking some weird coded question, just which one you prefer

It started thunderstorming as I read this, just randomly thunderstorming, the sky was cloudy but I didn't expect thunderstorms. And when I tell you the whole vibe changed- omg-

Prompt - Prince

Word count - 980 - [Nsfw minorly implied]

“What is it like, working for the Prince?” James asks, lazily tossing a stick into the river.

Remus shrugs. “It’s alright,” he mumbles, turning away to hide his smile.

He has been working for Prince Sirius Black for seven months now, and he doesn’t have any complaints. After all, how many people get to watch the Prince walk around with only a towel wrapped around his waist, fresh out of the shower, effortless smirk on his face. How many people get to step forward and kiss him without a care in the world. How many people get to push him up against the wall, grazing their teeth over his neck and watching him fall apart.

How many people get to experience Sirius Black moaning their name.

He knows he could tell his best friend all of this, but he selfishly wants to keep Sirius to himself, despite knowing he will never truly be his. He is the Prince. He has expectations. He would never be allowed to be seen with Remus, never mind be with him properly.

“Holy shit,” James breathes out, and Remus realises just how lost in thought he was. “You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?”

Remus laughs nervously. “As if the Prince would ever be interested in me,” he scoffs.

“You totally are!”

“James,”

“You’re sleeping with the Prince!”

Remus turns quickly, slapping his hand over James’ mouth and throwing careful a glance back towards the castle. He knows it is risky, meeting James on the outskirts of their land, but when he works full time and is required to stay on sight, his Sunday mornings off are the only time he can get away long enough to see him.

“Someone will hear you.” He hisses, turning back and narrowing his eyes at his best friend, who doesn’t flinch. “Yes, alright? Me and Sirius,”

James’ eyes widen instantly, and Remus carefully withdraws his hand. “You call him that?” he asks, and Remus nods in confusion. “So, he doesn’t make you refer to him as Prince in bed?” he winks.

“Piss off,” Remus laughs, turning back to the river.

They stay in comfortable silence for a while, James seemingly deep in thought before he turns back to Remus, mischievous glint in his eye.

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping with the Prince,”

“Me neither,”

“What is he really like? Without the façade he clearly puts on in public?”

Remus smiles and bites down on his bottom lip, leaning forward against the fence. “He’s amazing, Prongs.” He whispers, looking up to find James watching him with a proud smile. “He is everything I have ever dreamt of, and I can’t believe I am lucky enough to even know him, never mind everything else. He is so caring and sweet, and he never lets people talk down to the staff. He sneaks me into his bedroom just to hold me all night, and then we feed each other breakfast in the morning. I swear, my face hurts from smiling so much when I’m with him, but it is the best feeling in the world.”

“Oh,” James whispers, looking sideways to catch his eye. “Are you in love with him?” he asks, and Remus almost feels the blood drain from his face. “I’ve never seen you like this, Remus. Not even when you had that crush on our art teacher when we were fourteen.”

Remus laughs and buries his face in his hands. “Yes, I am very much in love with him,” he admits almost silently.

“You love me?”

Remus and James turn simultaneously, eyes wide when they catch sight of Sirius standing behind them, one bag thrown over his shoulder, another in his hand. His brother, Regulus, is standing behind him, looking highly amused, also holding two bags.

“Sirius, I–”

“You love me?” he repeats, tears in his eyes.

Remus nods slowly. “Yes, I love you.”

He doesn’t have more than a second to prepare as Sirius drops the bags and launches himself into Remus’ arms, kissing him firmly on the lips as he wraps his arms around his neck. Remus is too stunned to do anything other than respond, lifting him into the air and pushing his tongue into his mouth. A blaring alarm in the distance pulls him out of the moment, and he opens his eyes, watching as several guards step out from the castle doors.

“Sirius, what have you done?” he asks, finally allowing his gaze to flick between Regulus and the bags.

Sirius steps backwards and smiles, picking up the bag. “They found out about us, told me never to see you again.” He shrugs, handing Remus what he now realises is one of his own bags, presumably filled with his own things.

“So this is goodbye,” he mumbles, accepting the bag and looking at James in an effort not to break.

“Goodbye?” Sirius asks, securing the second bag on his back before taking Remus’ hand. “No, this is us running, sweetheart.”

Remus is taken over with nothing but confusion. “Running,” he echoes, painfully aware of the dozen guards heading towards them. Noticing his hesitance, Regulus steps forward, handing James one of his bags as Sirius tugs him closer.

“I love you too, Remus.” He whispers, running a hand down his cheek. “I can’t live without you, so we need to get out of here. All of us.” He says urgently, and Remus watches as James helps Regulus climb the fence. “Are you coming with me?”

Remus’ attention flies straight back to Sirius, pulling him into a quick kiss. “I would go anywhere with you,” he smiles, jumping over the fence before holding his hands out for Sirius.

“Good,” Sirius smiles, tugging him across the shallow water. “and I want to hear everything about this art teacher,” he winks, and Remus groans.

Together, they run, the distant sound of guards screaming, fading into the background.

@wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius: when I said you should be nicer to James I meant stop calling him a moron, not make out with him!

Regulus: oh. Well you should have been more clear.

James: he still calls me a moron, by the way

Regulus: that’s because you are a moron.

I just laughed way too much at this

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