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She likes sex, and she likes Percy, and she's quite certain that she'd really like the two of them together. The physical aspect of it, the whole 'insert tab a into slot b,' doesn't bother her, never really has. She lost her virginity relatively young and honestly didn't care enough about it to think on the matter much more, and anyway that's always a saying she's been confused about, losing one's virginity. She didn't lose it because that implies that it's something she can find again, something that she's assigned value to. She fucked someone once and it was the first time she ever did it, and it was clumsy and unsatisfactory and she's since gotten better at it and that's that.
Or, the immediate sequel to kept us awake with wolf's teeth, wherein Vex has a curiosity regarding sex and emotions, Percy is concerned with propriety, the Raven Queen watches, unamused, at the periphery, and there is a happy ending.
Aka, the Smut Fic.
- Part 3 of of dreams, those frigid things
‘He wanted, as he watched the setting sun sink, to take hold of Remus's warm, caring hand and to never let go, to push his hair back and kiss him, then fall asleep with Remus in his arms. But he thought that, in life, Remus already had enough to deal with. And Sirius didn't want to add the burden of guilt that Remus would feel when he inevitably didn't love him back. So he kept his nerve and watched as the orange sky turned to black.’
In Summary: My fave idiots Remus And Sirius are very much in love, and things always go a bit strangely the day after a full moon.
Peter calls him Daffodil Boy because his hair, curling down to the nape of his neck, shines golden in the sun like the flowers around his feet. He's never seen him up close, hasn't ever been able to summon up the courage to walk up to him and initiate a conversation.
It's foolish, really, the way he feels for Daffodil Boy. But, for some weird reason, he can't seem to shake the lingering affection that comes with seeing him.
It's not healthy- he knows that.
It's not going to benefit him- he knows that.
It's probably really creepy- he knows that.
But Peter also knows that he might be in love with Daffodil Boy, and that's kind of enough to balance everything else out.
(A last-minute assignment from Peter's moronic photography professor has him scrambling for inspiration with next to no time. He finds that inspiration in the campus Starbucks' barista, a boy with golden hair and a smile that could blind the sun.)