I've Seen That A Part Of The Fandom Seems To Think Percy Treated Nico Horribly Or Something, But I Don't

Human: Deal.

Fey: Very well. When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health again. It will be like she never fell ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade…

Human: Thank you so much. She means everything to me.

Fey: I know, I know. Let’s hope the price wasn’t too much for you after all… Only time will tell.

Human: So, when do we start?

Fey: …If I may ask you to elaborate?

Human: You said you wanted my firstborn.

Fey: Yes? And you agreed?

Human: Yeah, so, when do we start?

Fey:

Fey, blushing: Ah.

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THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME - PERCY/NICO AU HIGH SCHOOL - CHAPTER I

Hi, how are you? This is the English version of "NÃO HÁ LUGAR COMO O LAR - PERCY/NICO AU COLEGIAL ". I usually write in Portuguese, but as I saw a lot of people who read in other languages, I decided to write this one in English too. Admittedly, I used Google and corrected what I could. I hope this is an acceptable translation, even if my writing is a bit rusty in English.

Now, for those who don't know what the story is about, here's an improvised summary: Nico is returning from Italy after spending two years there and meets Percy, the best friend he left behind, but who kept in touch in that time away. The rest develops from this reunion, and very quickly! In this story I will try to be more direct.

Thanks for the support! And good reading.

"Look who's back! The Italian boy.” Nico just had time to turn around before he was pressed against broad shoulders and strong arms that hugged him so tightly they lifted him into the air, knocking him out of breath and sending his books and bag tumbling to the floor, the door of his school locker being slammed with a loud bang.

“Perseus Jackson!”

"Only my mother calls me that."

But Percy was laughing, twirling him around in the air as people around him stared at them. Well, there was a good reason. They were right in the middle of the hallway where there were several lockers, leading to the entrance of the classrooms. Nico couldn't resist, he wrapped his arms around Percy's neck and hugged him as tight as Percy had did, burying his face against Percy's neck.

"I missed you.”

"I missed you too." Nico muttered back and pulled away, finally getting to see Percy's face.

Eyes as green as he remembered, nose straight and upturned, thin lips and wide in a pretty smile. What had changed was Percy’s height, nearly seven feet tall, and all those muscles. Where he remembered a shy and a little sad boy had turned into this... this happy and full of life man. Confident. Although he could still see the kindness and friendship that they used to have, this thing between them… having to deal with those feelings so openly still was something new. He couldn't help but compare himself to the past, where he was too young and Percy was... Percy was Percy, opening the door to his home to a sad, lonely little boy.

"Two years, huh? I thought you were never coming back."

“Hm.”

"Let me see you better." It wasn't like Percy had never seen him up close or every day for those two years on video calls. Nico had forgotten how intense Percy could be, full of touches and smiles.

Percy brought one of his hands to his face and brushed his hair back, exposing his face completely. And him? Well, Nico just stared back at Percy, as focused on the boy as Percy was on him. The truth is that all the calls and video calls didn't compare to what reality showed him, making him question what had happened to make him run away from Percy, from those gestures that felt so… so affectionate and so attentive. How dare he do this to them? Leaving the person he loved most behind? He was the most cowardly person in the whole world.

"Um... Percy? Put me down, yeah?” Nico did his best to stay serious.

"Why?”

"Don’t you have shame?”

"Have I?

Then, Percy smiled even more and finally put him on the ground to then loosen his grip on his face and waist, not pulling away completely, but leaning a little over him, as if there was something in his face that Percy needed to see more closely.

"How have you been? Why didn't you tell me you were coming back this week?”

"Why? Would you pick me up at the airport?”

“Of course, my friends deserve the best.”

“And what would that be?”

“Me, of course.”

Nico swore he was trying to be serious. The way things were going, Percy wanted something more and at the moment he wasn't ready. But it was no use, Nico grabbed Percy's shoulders and laughed; he thought it was one of the worst lines he had ever heard.

"Hey, don't laugh in my face. I'm a nice guy.”

“And very humble, too.”

"Very.” Percy said and finally released him, leaning against his side in front of the lockers, making Nico sigh in relief and picking up his things from the floor, putting them in the locker.

Sometimes Percy was a little too much for him; that was what Nico had discovered over the years in the thousands of conversations they'd had in that time. He didn't know when Percy had changed from the introverted boy to this bubbly person, but he liked it. And hated it at the same time, making his stomach flutter with anxiousness.

"Now really, how have things been?"

“You know, the same." Nico shrugged and closed the closet, taking out the books he would use that day, putting them in his bag. “Bianca came with me.”

"College?” Percy asked. “And you?”

Nico shrugged once more and leaned back against Percy's side, facing him closely again, looking at him through his lashes, trying not to show how he really felt. He didn't think he'd ever would get used to his friend's good looks, now doubled as the smooth features of adolescence gave way to defined muscles and an angular, strong face, the crooked smile, the intense gaze, the confident attitude... and... well, all of that. And much more.

"What about it?"

"What brings you back?"

“I missed home.” Nico nodded to himself. “For a while I thought it was Verona, but… I kept wondering what’s going on around here.”

"So, you decided to come back?”

“Why not? I'm turning eighteen in a few months. I wanted to use this last year and see the guys again.

Well… he wanted to see a few people again and one of them was right in front of him, looking at him as if he wanted to… as if Percy wanted to see what was inside his mind. And as it used to happen, he was the first to lose in this little game to see who looked away first.

“So… did you miss it and came to stay or…”

“I'm here to stay. Hades will come later.”

"I’m glad.” Percy said, still smiling, something more sincere and cute, like he got tired of flirting. "Maybe we can see each other later. Wanna eat something?”

"Later when?”

"Today. After basketball practice. Want to see me play?”

"Oh no! That's what I was afraid of! The high school cliché!” But he was laughing, and Percy was laughing along with him, reminding him of old times.

“You know, you can't talk about me. You were all cute and shy and you came back looking like you stepped out of an eighty’s movie. Leather jacket, ripped pants and that… is it eyeliner?” Percy approached him once more and gently cupped his chin, just another excuse to touch him, of that Nico was sure; not that he was complaining. Percy could do that and much more. “You're the perfect good boy gone bad.”

“I'm still a good boy.”

That made Percy stop for a moment, still with his hands on Nico's face, and stare at him for a long time only for a crooked smile to appear along with dimples.

"Is that so? How much of a good boy are you?”

"I don't think you'll ever find out."

One more silence and one more look that in the past would send him running for cover faster than a rocket. However, that Nico had been left behind along with his innocence.

“Hm.” Was all Percy said for a few moments, and Nico swore he was moving closer towards his face when the bell rang, interrupting them.

"Right.” Nico cleared his throat, straightening his spine and looking around. “I think I have to go.

“What's your first class?”

" English class. I need to stop by the secretary first.”

" I'll go with you.

Nico didn't even try to deny it, he had missed Percy so much that stretching things a little further wouldn't hurt. He pushed himself away from the locker and, again, something he didn't expect happened. Percy took the backpack from his shoulder, carrying it for him and with the other hand, intertwined their fingers together, pulling him smoothly through the almost empty corridor towards the administration of the school.

***

It was strange to be there after so long. The cream-colored walls were still the same, there were the same blue benches and black tables, the same wide hallways and the same cafeteria, painted the same pastel color. He even managed to recognize some familiar faces among the younger ones. It was a dejavu, except that now he saw things from above, in a distant, almost displaced perspective, where before his days were permeated by anxiety and uncertainty, now everything seemed easier and colorless, even if a little painful, but unimportant and maybe even comfortable. Maybe it was because Percy was still holding his hand, talking to the same secretary as two years ago, a woman in her fifties, always smiling and helpful.

In the end, it didn't take long for him to get his admissions papers that he would need to show his professors.

“So, English class? Double? I also have it. Let me see your schedule.”

Nico shrugged and took his class schedule out of his bag. He watched Percy take the paper from his hands, frown in concentration and hand the paper back to him, "We have most of our classes together. “Are you in the arts and music clubs? I'm into the music too. Guitar classes.”

“Seemed to be the easiest.”

"I bet.”

"Shut up.” Nico shoved Percy by the shoulders and walked out of the office. Few people knew that he had a knack for creative things and maybe he played something for Percy over the years. Well, that was none of other people's business.

“Nico, the classes have changed! We are using the auditoriums.”

"Of course.” Nico rolled his eyes and this time he wasn't even surprised when Percy reached out and touched his shoulder, his big hands sliding down his back to his waist, gently guiding him in the right direction. In fact, he didn't remember this school having an auditorium, so he let himself be guided by Percy, a warm and comfortable presence at his side.

***

When they arrived at the auditorium, the class had already started. Professor Johnson wasn't the type to mind being late if the class wasn't disrupted, that’s why Percy stood at the main entrance to the room, away from the teacher's gaze, preferring to watch Nico go down to the podium where the teacher was and deliver the paper for her to sign.

What could Percy say? Nico was a much more interesting sight at that moment, long legs covered by tight jeans, perky ass, small waist, broad shoulders, deep-set black eyes and a small mouth that always seemed to be bitten and reddened, skin tanned, looking so soft that he couldn't resist the urge to touch him as soon as he could, just to test the theory. He admitted it, he was going too fast, but two years was enough time to know if you liked someone, wasn't it? Not counting the seven years before that. Perhaps he should have gone to Italy with Nico when Hades offered, always generous even if absent most of the time.

He was snapped out of his reverie when Nico finished talking to the teacher and walked towards him, carefree and slow, as if he had all the time in the world, parading around in his punk clothes and unpretentious attitude. Why avoid something he knew would happen sooner or later? If Percy could, he would kiss Nico then and there, to end this torture that had gone on for so many years. But he could control himself, if he had waited two years, he could wait a few more days.

"All went well?”

Nico just nodded and took his hand, leading him towards the middle of the auditorium where they could get a good view of the teacher and hear what she was talking about. Percy didn't even have time to appreciate Nico taking the initiative and touching him of his own free will, although he felt he should be more concerned with the reaction of the people around them, the indiscreet stares and murmurs buzzing in his ear; he didn't exactly date boys in public, especially since Annabeth was always around to make everyone think he was with her. It was what it was, he just hoped he didn't have to punch some faces. Because he would, and gladly.

“Per?” He heard someone call him and there was only one person who still called him that. "What chapter are we in?"

"Seven.”

"Thanks.” Nico muttered more quietly than before and began to read, completely focused on the book and what the teacher was saying. Percy was left to wonder how anyone could be so cute. So lovely. Watching a small crease appear between Nico's brows, his lips set into a frustrated pout until he seemed to find what he was looking for in the book, relaxing against the seat and settling down to jot down quick notes as the teacher discussed the matter.

Then a noise came from the row of chairs above his, someone tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around and there was Grover, his oldest childhood friend.

"Who's the new kid?"

“Nico.”

“That quiet, sad boy Sally had practically adopted?' Your Italian boy? Now I understand the obsession.”

"Dude!” Percy whispered furiously. He wasn't that obsessed…was he? Percy looked to the side, just to make sure Nico hadn't heard, seeing that the boy was still focused on the class and turned back to Grover: “We'll talk later.”

"As you wish, don Juan."

"Whatever.”

Percy faced forward, leaned over Nico, seeing where they were in the book, and ignored everything else. When Nico pushed the book toward him so the two of them could read, Percy didn't hesitate. He put his arm around Nico's shoulder, put their heads together and began to read. Maybe be if he could concentrate, the little voice in the back of his mind would stop reminding him that this would lead to more trouble than he was willing to deal with.

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NÃO HÁ LUGAR COMO O LAR - PERCY/NICO AU COLEGIAL - CAPÍTULO IV

Oii, como vai? Estou muito feliz com o que consegui escrever até aqui. Pensei que eu tinha desaprendido a escrever, sabe? Então é legal ver as coisas se desenvolvendo bem.

Nesse capítulo preciso dar alguns avisos. Pra quem me conhece sabe que sempre escrevo sobre sexo, seja no começo, meio, final ou durante a história inteira, mas como esse blog é novo achei bom avisar.

Outra coisa é que, como estou postando conforme escrevo algumas coisas podem mudar. Assim, se tiver algo novo e que mudou eu aviso nas notas finais ou aqui no começo. E tipo, quero dizer que eu não gosto de personagens muito... bonzinhos, então, a personalidade do Percy e do Nico vão começar a se mostrar, ok? Nada do tipo vilanesco, mas que pode gerar algum tipo de discussão, e sobre isso eu não aviso. De fato, raramente faço avisos, embora eu goste de conversar sobre a história. (Avisos são sobre coisas que eu não costumo abordar, assuntos taboo demais ou sobre algum tipo de non-con).

Dessa forma, vocês estão convidados a dar sua opinião sobre qualquer aspecto da história, seja em português, inglês ou espanhol. Sim, sou quase trilíngue ou seria poliglota? srsrsr De qualquer forma, espero que seja um boa leitura!

Capítulos anteriores: CAPÍTULO I / CAPÍTULO II / CAPÍTULO III

— Então me deixe decidir. Eu só preciso da sua permissão.

— Permissão para fazer o que?

Nico observou em câmera lenta a mão que estava em volta de seu ombro viajar para sua nuca, massageando o lugar, e o puxando suavemente para mais perto, inclinando sua cabeça até alcançar a posição certa para os lábios de Percy finalmente descerem contra os seus no beijo mais inocente e doce que ele já tinha provado, como se Percy estivesse determinado a recuperar tudo o que eles tinham perdido, começando por um beijo terno e casto, num leve roçar de lábios, jantares a luz de velas e… e muitos abraços?

O problema é que as coisas não ficariam castas por muito tempo. Gemendo e estremecendo, Nico sentiu uma das mãos de Percy descerem por suas costas numa carícia lenta e com vontade, entrando por dentro de sua camisa, o prensando contra seu peito bem no exato momento onde ele abriu a boca num arfar necessário para ter sua língua capturada e chupada, de forma tão gostosa que ele se viu fechando os olhos e gemendo novamente, se agarrando nos ombros de Percy com medo de sair voando.

— Tão bom assim, hm? — Percy murmurou algum momento depois, lábios ainda grudados aos dele, os mordiscando lentamente, mãos a salvo e longe de qualquer parte sensível. Por enquanto.

Isso era tão injusto! Tinha esperado tanto tempo por esse momento! E agora era difícil pensar, quanto mais devolver uma resposta aceitável. Ele tinha sentido falta dessa proximidade, e principalmente tinha sentido falta de beijar Percy, mesmo que tivesse o beijado apenas uma vez antes de ir para a Itália envergonhado e com o rabo entre as pernas.

— Bebê. — Percy sussurrou mais uma vez contra seus lábios e os lambeu, o pegando desprevenido mais uma vez, a língua dele se encontrando contra a sua, selando seus lábios juntos, as mãos de Percy se fincando em seus cabelos, os puxando um pouco, lhe fazendo gemer, enquanto a outra mão em sua cintura o arrastava pelo banco, o puxando para mais perto, quase o colocando em seu colo, isso é, quando um pigarro em algum lugar próximo a deles foi ouvido.

— Os senhores estão prontos para pedir?

O beijo foi quebrado com um barulho molhado e um choramingo necessitado que vinha dele mesmo. Nico voava, flutuando nas sensações que nem lembrava mais, e nem mesmo o garçom tentando chamar a atenção deles poderia impedi-lo. Então, suas costas foi colocada contra o assento do banco e as mãos de Percy voltaram a seus ombros, agora o massageando devagar como se isso pudesse acalmá-lo. Ele ouviu uma risada sem graça e então a voz de Percy soou no ambiente, rouca e lenta, pedindo um vinho e o prato do dia. Apenas um prato. De qualquer forma, não é como se eles fossem comer muito.

— Obrigado. — Percy disse depois de alguns minutos, Nico se sentindo contente em ficar quieto e ver o garçom se afastar todo encabulado.

— Garoto mal, constrangendo pobres serventes. O que eles vão dizer da gente?

— Quem é mal aqui? — Ele se viu dizendo, nenhum pouco arrependido, embora não tenha sido ele quem começou.

— Você tem razão, eu sou. Contanto que você seja bom pra mim.

Ele nem se deu ao trabalho de responder, apenas olhou para a expressão convencida no rosto de Percy, tão arrogante que ele teve o impulso de mostrar quem mandava ali. Então, como num passe de mágica, Percy sorriu e segurou em seu rosto perto de seu pescoço e encostou seus lábios contra os dele longamente num gesto afetuoso que esquentava sua pele da mesma forma que algo mais intenso faria. 

— Não fique bravo comigo.

— Você acha que pode resolver tudo com beijos?

— Nem tudo. Sexo e presentes também podem ajudar. Quem sabe uma massagem bem relaxante?

Nico sentia vontade de bater em Percy até que não pudesse mais. Felizmente a comida deles chegou e uma garrafa inteira com duas taças foi colocada na mesa.

— Você está tentando me deixar bêbado?

— É o seu preferido.

Realmente era o seu favorito, seco e tinto, forte. Uma boa safra também. Ele se perguntava se toda família italiana era assim, parecendo que tinha vinho nas veias no lugar de sangue. Isso não era importante, logo Percy abria a garrafa e enchia suas taças até o limite.

— A novos começos e velhos amigos.

Eles brindaram, dando algumas garfadas nos intervalos de beijos e risadas, e beberam mais um pouco até que a garrafa estava vazia, o céu lá fora há muito tempo escuro, perdido no breu da noite junto a qualquer inibição que eles poderiam ter.

***

E como ele tinha dito antes, sua vida era um grande clichê barato. Nico não se lembrava como tinha chegado em casa, quem tinha aberto a porta ou como eles tinham subido as escadas em direção a seu quarto. Eles tinham trancado a porta? Onde estava sua mochila? E seu violão? Eles tinham--

— Nico… bebê… — Ele jogou a cabeça para trás e gemeu, estava tão bêbado, suas pernas nos ombros de Percy e suas mãos agarrando qualquer coisa que ele pudesse se segurar. 

Não fazia muito tempo que Percy tinha lhe jogado na cama e arrancado seus sapatos e calças, cueca, jaqueta e camisa de uma vez só. Ele mal teve tempo de subir na cama até os travesseiros e Percy já estava lá, no meio de suas pernas, tocando, beijando, marcando com seus dentes onde quer que eles pousassem. Tudo estava indo tão rápido que quando menos percebeu, Percy lambia seu membro rapidamente, de cima até a base, para ir por suas bolas e então… então sua entrada, mordiscando e usando seus dedos e língua, ambos lutando contra a embriaguez e o caminho estreito, tão estreito… fazia muito tempo que ele tinha tentado alguma coisa, ainda que essa coisa não tenha tido sucesso.

— Nico, você tem que certeza que--

— Eu tenho! Eu tenho!

— Está tudo bem mesmo? Está tão apertado… hmm… — Mas Percy estava gemendo, como se fosse ele quem estivesse sendo tocado. — E cheira tão bem…

Nico estava tão feliz de ter se precavido!-- ele nem teve tempo de terminar o pensamento quando sentiu… sentiu os dedos de Percy sumirem de dentro dele, sendo substituídos pela língua de Percy, molhada e levemente áspera, roçando ao redor da área enrugada para se forçar para dentro, se movendo ritmicamente… ele não ia conseguir, fazia tanto tempo que ninguém tentava tocar ali, a sensação dessa vez foi bem melhor, tão gostoso que ele podia… sua coluna se curvou e ele gemeu, um som profundo vindo desde seu pulmão, escapando de seu lábios. E claro, a boca de Percy já estava lá, momentaneamente ajudando a prolongar seu orgasmo, os dedos de Percy voltando a penetrá-lo, agora deslizando com mais facilidade, o lubrificante enfim fazendo seu trabalho. Mas era tarde demais, os lábios de Percy sobre seu membro eram muito intensos, mais do que ele podia aguentar. Finalmente se sentiu gozando e gozando quando Percy o chupou com vontade, lambendo a cabecinha de seu membro, o fazendo doer tão gostoso que ele teve que puxar Percy pelos cabelos para empurrá-lo para longe seu membro, ainda pulsando com o sêmen que escapou dos lábios de Percy, escorrendo abaixo por seu pescoço.

— Tudo bem? — Percy perguntou, mas ele não sabia. Parecia que tinham arrancado sua calma através do orgasmo. Nico mal conseguia abrir os olhos ou respirar, ainda se sentindo pulsar e estremecer. — Eu te machuquei?

Nico conseguiu apenas negar com a cabeça, tentando controlar seu corpo. Tinha sido tão repentino que seus nervos ainda tentavam acompanhar os acontecimentos e ele… Nico não lembrava de alguém já ter feito isso por ele, tão… tão… minuciosamente.

— Nico.

Ele estava tentando, jurava que estava. Ele só estava tendo dificuldade em fazer sua cabeça parar de girar.

— Nico, olhe para mim. — Então, ele fez, porque parecia algo simples o suficiente.

— Aqui está você. Meu Nico mentiu para mim?

— Eu… menti? — Nico não entendeu a pergunta, por que ele mentiria? Ele piscou lentamente e viu que Percy não parecia bravo, ele se deitava entre suas pernas ainda completamente vestido. Percy segurava em seus cabelos e os acariciava com um sorriso bonito no rosto.

— Quando foi a última vez?

— Não sei. Nunca? Nunca cheguei a… você sabe. — Ele se viu suspirando, seus olhos ficando pesados por causa dos dedos de Percy em seu couro cabeludo o ninando devagar.

— Isso explica muita coisa.

— Hm?

— Por que você não descansa um pouco?

— Onde você vai? — Mas já era tarde demais, com outro suspiro seus olhos se fecharam mais uma vez, o fazendo dormir mais rápido do que nenhuma pílula jamais conseguiu.

***

Quando Nico abriu os olhos novamente ainda estava escuro e o relógio na parede marcava duas da manhã. Eles ainda estavam em sua cama e como sempre, Percy tinha cumprido sua promessa; eles dormiam de lado, o lençol os cobria, Percy atrás dele o abraçando pela cintura, com sua outra mão debaixo… debaixo de sua cabeça, se curvando ao redor de seu pescoço, peito contra costas, rosto contra nuca e talvez ele estivesse segurando nesse braço ao redor de seu pescoço como se estivesse abraçando um ursinho de pelúcia contra o peito. Estranhamente, ele não se sentia sufocado, igual aconteceria se fosse com qualquer outra pessoa, era como… como um lembrete físico de que eles estavam ali juntos e que dessa vez Percy não o deixaria fugir.

O que ele estava fazendo? Há poucas horas estava dizendo que não estava preparado e que não queria um relacionamento e agora… o quê? Estava confortável em permanecer naquela posição, preso naquele agarre mais do que possessivo e ainda… ainda gostando disso? Aprovando a atitude de Percy? Ele tinha jurado que nunca deixaria ninguém se aproximar tanto assim de novo, dessa forma afetiva, mas esse era Percy, não? Sabia que podia confiar nele. Certo? E além de tudo, era apenas sexo. Que mal tinha nisso? Mesmo que ele estivesse falando de Percy, a pessoa que mais o conhecia nesse mundo…

Quer dizer, ele tinha voltado porque sentia falta de Percy, mas não esperava ser correspondido e muito menos tão rápido, até porque eles tiveram tanto tempo juntos e nada havia acontecido no passado, então, por que aconteceria assim? Do nada? Ele sabia que Percy tentava ser a melhor versão de si mesmo, porém, conhecendo Percy como ele o conhecia?... Bem, Percy não era o tipo de pessoa que perdoava fácil; característica que ambos compartilhavam. Então, ninguém poderia culpá-lo se ele estivesse esperando passar um tempo com o amigo para enfim se conformar que as coisas entre eles não iriam funcionar. Agora, ele se pegava nesse beco sem saída, de fato, sendo correspondido. A verdade é que Nico não tinha se preparado para nada disso, não tinha planejado ou pensado no que Percy o corresponder realmente significava para seu futuro. Ele provavelmente teria voltado para a Itália depois de se formar em alguns anos, ficando o suficiente para resolver o que precisasse e depois… depois ele iria fazer o que o pai vinha pedindo há anos.

O que ele devia fazer agora? Isso não podia ser uma boa ideia, tinha certeza que algo iria acontecer e destruir tudo, porque era o que acontecia com ele, e quem teria que lidar com as consequências era ele. Então, por que se deixou levar? Foi por causa do vinho? Qual desculpa ele usaria agora que não estava mais bêbado? Por que continuava na mesma posição, tão contente como nunca esteve, se deixando ser abraçado daquela forma e sentindo Percy praticamente o prensar contra a cama em seu sono? E se ele--

— Nico? — Percy disse rouco, sua voz sonolenta chamando sua atenção.

— Eu te acordei?

— Seu coração. Está disparado.

Para provar seu ponto, Percy levou a mão para o meio do peito de Nico e massageou o local, subindo e descendo as mãos, piorando as coisas com isso. Ele queria chorar e queria se debater, queria fugir de volta para a Itália e se esconder onde ninguém nunca mais o encontraria. No fim tudo o que fez foi ficar quieto, quase sem respirar, sentindo Percy se mover contra ele, enfiar uma das pernas entre as dele, o fazendo arfar quando Percy roçou os lábios contra sua nuca, virando sua cabeça devagar em direção a ele até que Percy juntou seus lábios devagar, num gesto afetuoso.

— O que aconteceu, hm? Qual o problema? — Percy disse, parecendo mais estar dormindo do que acordado, se roçando contra ele, devagar e calmo, no controle.

Nico não sabia o que estava acontecendo exatamente, apenas sabia que estava funcionando. Sentindo pele na pele e tão seguro, deixou o ar sair e abriu a boca, encontrando Percy bem ali pronto para recebê-lo docemente, voltando a abraçá-lo com força, deslizando suas línguas juntas, fácil e gostoso, como se eles sempre tivessem feito isso, tão descomplicado feito respirar.

— Você não vai me dizer? — Percy se afastou por um momento e piscou lentamente para ele, um pouco mais acordado.

Nico apenas olhou para Percy, cabelos bagunçados e lábios inchados, olhos quase se fechando de cansaço. Foi quando a realidade o acertou em cheio feito um soco no estômago. Ele o amava, realmente o amava. Nico não gostava de Percy porque ninguém mais quis ser seu amigo em seu pior momento ou porque Percy o defendeu durante a infância, nem mesmo era porque Percy sempre foi seu melhor amigo e sempre seria. Agora, observando aqueles olhos verdes, enfim se dava conta da verdade. Como ele não poderia amar alguém tão gentil e preocupado, alguém tão bondoso? Tão prestativo, sempre disposto a resolver seus problemas sem ele nem ter que pedir ajuda?

— Eu te amo. — Nico disse sem pensar, distraído pela forma que Percy se inclinou em direção a ele mais uma vez, prestes a lhe dar mais um beijo. Isso fez Percy parar no meio do caminho, franzir o nariz numa expressão confusa e depois sorrir, se aproximando o resto da distância, encostando seus lábios num leve roçar.

— Eu te amo mais. Muito. Muito mais.

Era estranho, ele não se sentia mais diferente do que há cinco minutos, mas fazia bem para seu coração, permitindo que ele tirasse um peso das costas que Nico nem sabia estar lá. Percy dizendo que o amava também não o fazia sentir melhor ou pior, era um fato bem óbvio, principalmente depois de ver tudo o que aconteceu nesses últimos anos. O único efeito aparente era aquecer seu coração, como as ligações faziam, como olhar para o rosto de Percy e ver o sorriso caloroso ali, sempre disponível para ele ou como os braços de Percy sempre estavam abertos para lhe receber.

— Não precisa se preocupar com isso. — Percy disse, voltando a acariciar o meio de seu peito, o virando de frente e o abraçando de novo, sem um centímetro de distância entre eles, as mãos de Percy deslizando por suas costas, uma delas se fincando nos cabelos de sua nuca, o lugar preferido de Percy o tocar, agora, e no passado quando ele não sabia o que esse gesto significava. Ou escolhia ignorar o fato.

— Me preocupar com o quê?

— Eu consigo ver no seu rosto.

— Eu não fiz nada.

— Mas quer fazer. Então, antes de você criar essas histórias e agir impulsivamente, fale comigo. 

— Per.

— Você prometeu que não ia fugir.

— Quando foi isso?

— Quando você disse que tinha voltado pra ficar.

Nico não prometeu nada, mas era como se tivesse. 

No fim, Percy tinha razão. Ele devia se preocupar menos. O que adiantava antecipar o que poderia acontecer se o futuro tinha tantas possibilidades? Ou esses pensamentos positivos e felizes podiam ser a influência de Percy sobre ele. Nico suspeitava que assim que Percy parasse de tocá-lo, essas preocupações voltariam feito uma bigorna jogada em sua cabeça. Porém, naquele momento, ele se deixaria ser consolado e abraçado, deixaria que o sorriso de Percy iluminasse a escuridão ao redor dele e deixaria que mais um beijo o fizesse suspirar e esquecer que amanhã era um novo dia e que com ele, mais problemas apareceriam para lhe preocupar.

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Obrigada por ler e por todo o apoio^^

Thing I love about Nico is how miserable he is

Writing a Believable Family: Information You Need

So today I thought I’d help out myself and anyone else who’s writing something where family plays a central role, seeing as a lot of people write about families but I barely see any posts about it!

Families are really fun to read about (imo), but often hard to write, as each family has a different dynamic that you really need to get a hold of. It’s easy to get discouraged because sometimes your fictional family might feel like strangers when they interact with each other. So without further ado, here are some questions and prompts to help you get to know your characters’ families.

Questions

Who is in this family? Are they all important characters?

How big of a role does this family play in the story? The theme of family in general?

Who looks the most like who? What general physical features do they all share?

Who is closest with each other? Who feels more distant?

What is a tradition this family has?

What holidays does this family celebrate? What religion do they practice?

What does this family always fight about?

Are all the relationships in this family healthy? If not, what makes them toxic?

Who is in charge or seems to have the most authority?

Is there a social hierarchy within the family? Who generally seems the coolest to the others?

Does this family travel a lot together? Where do they go?

What was/were the older generation(s) like before the younger generation(s) were born?

Has anyone in this family died? How did this impact the others?

Do members of the family have different politics? How does this affect the family’s relationship?

How much do your characters value their family?

What movies does this family watch on movie nights? What movies do they refuse to watch together?

What role does extended family play in this family’s life? (Ignore if the family you’re writing about is an extended family.)

Who argues the most?

What personality traits does the family share?

What makes this family unique?

What did/does the younger generation do for fun as little kids?

If this family had a vacation home, where would it be?

Who looks up to who?

Prompts

Write a conversation at the family’s dinner table.

What was the most disastrous family reunion/outing? Write it.

Try making a character web (shown in this post) for the family.

How does the rest of the family behave when one member graduates?

Write the script for everyone’s favorite old home video.

Draw a family tree. See how many generations you can go back.

Write each family member’s favorite family memory.

Describe how a family road would trip play out.

This family becomes the family fighting in Walmart. Describe how this happened.

The family is known for their top-notch annual ________ party. Write one such party.

Have a character from the family give your reader a “tour” of the family home.

Who got drunk at the last reunion? What ensued?

A character from the family is going through their favorite family photos. What are they? Why do they like them? What is the story behind them?

Imagine that this family has one huge family scandal in its history. What was it? How did people react when they found out?

A character has been hiding a secret for years, and their family finds out.

Yet another AO3 bot situation - please spread the word!

Hi, it's me again, the person who wrote that viral post about fanfiction plagiarism! Today I'm here to warn you about abuse perpetrated by bots who have stolen AO3 usernames.

There's currently an epidemic of bots going around leaving (apparently random) horrible, hateful comments on people's fics. This isn't the first time bots have invaded AO3, but the big problem with this wave is that they're using real AO3 usernames to do it.

I learned about this when another writer contacted me after receiving the following comment on their story:

Now, while that is my username, I DEFINITELY did not leave this comment (and anyone who would leave something like that on a fic should be slapped! What an awful thing to post). This fic is in a completely unrelated fandom that I have never participated in, nor has that author participated in any of my fandoms, so the probability of it being some intentional fandom drama thing to make me look bad is also low.

The writer whose fic the comment was left on enlisted the aid of some friends and tracked down other guest comments with unrelated usernames attached, which is pretty strong evidence that they are being left by bots at random.

The TL;DR: If you receive a cruel comment from a (Guest) with an actual AO3 username attached, it's most likely from a bot. Please do not lash out at or dogpile the AO3 user who owns that name, and who in all likelihood has no idea that their name has been hijacked for evil.

If finding this kind of comment on a fic, even left by a bot, is likely to upset you, I would recommend changing your comment settings so that only users who are logged in can leave comments. To do this, edit your story settings, and under "Privacy," select the radio button that says "Only registered users can comment," as shown below.

Please spread the word to other AO3 users! And if you see mean guest comments on other fics, maybe let the author know that it's probably from a bot and not a real person who thinks their writing is bad.

THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME - PERCY/NICO AU HIGH SCHOOL - CHAPTER VIII

Hi, how are you doing? In this chapter we have some +18 scenes. Hope you liket it!

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI / CHAPTER VII

Nico wasn't sure he should be doing this.

He couldn't deny that last night had been good, but the time before that, he'd tried with his exes and…well, it had been so bad that all he'd felt was anxiety, pain, and the urge to throw up. Nico didn’t deny, as soon as he could, Nico had hurried away and avoided speaking or meeting Will for the rest of his time in Italy. Part of it was embarrassment at panicking, discovering in the process that he wasn't ready to do certain things with mere strangers, and the other part was… he didn't want to admit it, but it was hard for him to trust people. So what if he dated other people after Will? It wasn't his fault he couldn't relax around the blonde.

That's why he hesitated, even though he knew it was unfair to compare the two. Or to compare anyone else and Percy. Will had never invited him to eat in places he liked or taken him to see, or rather, rediscover the city as Percy had that night. They ate ice cream, visited a natural park, and walked holding hands through moonlit streets. It had been such a peaceful and pleasant night that Nico forgot about what had happened in Italy or even the whole Annabeth mess that he didn't even like to remember. But there they were, back in his room, backpacks and clothes thrown to the floor.

They hadn't even turned on the lights in their rush to get to the second floor of the house, heading towards his bed as fast as they could. Nico’s jacket and shirt came first, then Percy did the same to himself, faster than Nico could keep up. He had gasped, feeling his legs go weak, because Percy was already there against his back, skin to skin, hugging him from behind, lips against his neck kissing him softly, going back and forth to the nape of his neck and finding his earlobe, nibbling, slowly, the big and warm hands touching his chest, descending, reaching his hips and finally massaging him over his jeans to open the button of his pants.

Nico still wasn't sure, he didn't know what was happening to him; one moment he wanted Percy touching him with all the strength of his being and the next, he wasn't sure of anything. Nico just knew that he wanted Percy to continue to hold him forever, but not to hurt or coerce him like other people had tried.

"What is it?” Percy said against the skin of his shoulder, placing one more kiss there that made him shiver, his body relaxing without his permission.

"I don't know. I…”

“Hm.” Percy murmured, moving slowly with him towards the bed. "Do you want to tell me something?"

Yes, he did. Nico wanted to say how he wasn't drunk enough to ignore his fears and that he had rejected anything sexual for more than one reason. But before they reached the bed, Percy stopped in his tracks and kissed her neck one more time.

“I know you're afraid. I know I lost control in the past. But you can trust me.”

“Per.” It had only been a kiss, a careless mistake in the past, and it seems that moment would haunt them for the rest of their lives. “It's not that. I…”

"So tell me. And I will give it to you. It doesn't matter what it is.”

Why was this so difficult?

“I…”

"Is it about your ex?"

"He… he…”

Percy stopped moving and even the air around them became still.

“What did he do to you?”

"Nothing!” Nico said anxious. "It’s nothing.”

“Nico.”

"I mean! Do you remember Jason, the friend I told you about? He stopped Will…”

That's when Percy turned him around to face him and gripped his shoulders tightly, his eyes wide and fierce looking at him as if Percy wanted to get the truth out of him that way.

"You lied to me. What else has this kid done, hm?”

“Percy!” He didn't want to believe that Percy was one of those people.

Percy grabbed him by the arms and threw him onto the bed, pinning his hands above his head.

"Answer me!”

"He… he tied me up and… and took my clothes off… and when… when he was about to… Jason came, hit Will and untied me! Happy now!?”

As soon as he said that, Percy released him and stopped touching him immediately. This surprised Nico, offended him and hurt him in equal measures. Was Percy disgusted with him knowing another man had touched him? Was that what it means?

Then the bed moved and Percy touched him gently on the shoulder.

“No, baby, don't cry. I'm very sorry.”

"You don’t love me anymore?” Nico asked and buried his face in the pillow, trying to hold back the sobs.

“No, that's impossible. I don’t want that--"

“I just…don't like being tied up and…” Another sob, “It was awful when he tried…tried to penetrate me and…”

“Shhh, it's okay. I promise I won't touch you.”

He couldn't take it anymore! That wasn't what Nico wanted.

Crying like a baby, he crawled over to where Percy was lying all tense and sat on his lap, hugging Percy tight around the neck.

"I want you to touch me! I want you to fuck me until I can't walk, but… it hurt so bad! I don't want it to hurt. I want only you to touch me! Only you to kiss me! Only you… ah!”

Nico whimpered and arched his back as Percy pulled him by his hair, bringing their faces close together.

“I should punish you. I should show you how a good boy should behave.”

“I’m--”

“I haven't finished. No matter who you fucked in Italy, you lied to me. Hid something important because of embarrassment? Just ‘cause some random boy deceived and humiliated you? What happened? I want the truth.”

"I'm telling the truth.” Nico turned his face away and shut up, he refused to talk. It wasn't Percy's business what he had done.

“It’s gonna be like this? Since when did you start lying to me?”

“I… I didn't lie about not liking it.”

"Did you agree to do something and regret it?"

Nico nodded, feeling his face heat up.

"You didn't trust him?"

He nodded again.

“I thought I was ready… and…” Nico shrugged. “Then Jason heard me scream and… strapped to the bed …he hit Will and Will was furious. Will came after me later but I didn't want to explain what had happened so I broke up with him and Will got even angrier.”

"So you played with the kid, dumped him and let people think this Will was the one to blame?"

"I didn't mean to do this, I just…”

“Nico.”

Percy knew him too well.

He hated it when Percy spoke to him like that, serious and rigid, all authoritative. He felt like a scolded and helpless little boy. Which made him see that he would do anything for Percy to forgive him. Then, taking a deep breath, Nico said:

"I’m really sorry. I would never do that to you.”

“You already did.” Percy said and looked at him steadily and hard, still holding him by the hair in a painful way that didn't really hurt. But Percy was right, he had done it, he had run away without an explanation, and he regretted it very day since then. If necessary, he would spend the rest of his life apologizing.

“How can I redeem myself?”

"I don't know.”

"Please. I’ll do anything.”

"Anything?” Then Percy smiled at him and let go of his hair, settling himself against the bedframe. “Take off your pants.”

Nico did as Percy asked. He got up, took off his pants, underwear and socks and went back to bed about to sit on Percy's lap when he was stopped.

Percy grabbed him by the shoulder and with the same smirk, he said, "On your stomach. On my lap.”

"I don't understand.”

“Soon you will.”

Still confused, Nico laid back against Percy's legs and waited.

Moments later, it all made sense.

First, he felt Percy arrange himself against the headboard of the bed, then, with one hand, Percy held his hair and with the other, slid down his back, reaching his ass.

"Are you still willing to go on?"

“Per?”

“I spoiled you a lot. Allowing you to do whatever you want.”

"I did not want to…”

"Will you obey?"

"Wait!”

“Last chance. Yes or no?”

He didn't know, okay!? It was a lot of pressure for him to handle. Is just, Nico always wanted to try that with Percy, but he didn't want it to like this, a punishment instead of fun.

“Nico?”

“I don't know.” Nico finally said, defeated. “I trust you.”

And then, mere seconds later, Percy's heavy hand cracked against his right cheek, drawing a muffled groan from him.

“You are enjoying this. I can’t believe it.” Two more came, one after the other and Nico couldn't help himself, he squirmed, rubbing one leg against the other, trying to hide the effect the spanking was having on him.

He heard Percy gasp and settle him in his lap, his jeans brushing against his exposed cock, and all he could do was to hold on to the bed to keep him from coming from the rough treatment.

“Are you ready to talk?” Percy's voice sounded low in his ears, making him shiver.

"I've already said everything I wanted to."

"Who else did this to you?"

Shit! How did Percy know?

Percy shifted sideways and this time the crack reverberated through the entire room, making him actually shout, arching his spine. When he didn't say anything, Percy continued, his hands hitting his skin and massaging the spot until he almost...almost...

"You told me to live my life! That's what I did!” Nico screamed this time, trying to control himself, squirming all over, feeling the pleasure come faster than he expected. Until Percy stopped suddenly, keeping him at peak ecstasy to end the spanking without warning.

“All I want is the truth, Nico.”

"What good will it do!?" he yelled again, frustrated, trying to obey.

"You think you can lie to me? The more you hide, the more I want to know.”

“Percy! I don’t want to talk about this!”

"Then, I guess you don’t want to come."

"You won't do this to me!"

"Want to bet?"

Percy grabbed him around the waist, turned him over on the bed and then had him sit on his lap, his cock exposed to the cold air of the room, holding him immobile with his ass burning against Percy's jeans.

“Percy!”

“I won't encourage that kind of attitude.”

"What attitude?"

“That's why I'm so jealous, you always do that. Flirting with everyone and ignoring the problem when it gets serious.”

"I don’t do this. Do I…?”

"You’ll drive me crazy!"

"I didn’t mean--"

"You never do! That’s the problem.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Be sincere. Is it too much to ask?”

“I… I didn't know how to tell you. How could I say, ‘Look, Percy. Don’t get mad. I got needy and let some boys touch me in ways I'm ashamed to admit."

“It doesn't seem so difficult now.” Percy muttered, gripping him tighter around the waist. Nico even feared to know what would happen in the next few days. "Why do you do this to me?”

"I didn't want you to think that I… that I am…”

"A whore who offers herself to anyone who pays attention to you?"

Nico looked out the window and tried to hold whatever was struggling to break free from his chest.

“Nico, I don't care. You can be my sweet Nico and you can be this sensual being who likes to tease people. I'm sad that you felt the need to hide that part from me.”

"I didn’t want hide things from you. It just…”

"I know that you don’t. I never thought you were an angel. All I ask is honesty.”

“I know.”

“I don't want to hurt you, but I also don't want to treat you like a crystal. Don’t run away from me. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Nico said, relaxing against Percy's chest. "I promise I'll be the most honest person in the world."

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Things seemed to have calmed down. Nico felt that the weight of the world had finally lifted off his back, he felt light and free, with nothing left to hide. That is, he hadn't told Percy everything that had happened, but Percy now knew everything, about his... about his libido that had surged in Percy's absence, and that now seemed to be on fire more than ever.

Nico thought he had made himself clear, didn't he? After all, he had shouted to anyone who would listen. Honestly, he was glad that after hearing all those things Percy was still by his side, right now, under the covers with him, hugging him around the waist and shoulders, keeping them glued to each other. His bottom still hurt and his eyes were puffy from crying. Don't get him wrong, he would be on his knees if it would improve his situation, Percy just wasn't in the mood. Percy had taken off the rest of the clothes he was wearing and had laid next to Nico on the bed, hugging him and then closed his eyes. And Nico, how had it turned out? Still aroused, even with the pain of the spanking and the humiliation of the confessions, trying to stay obediently still in Percy's arms.

For long hours he tried to do just that, obeying Percy's will. But no matter how hard he tried, Nico opened and closed his eyes from time to time, watching the hours pass by slowly and torturously, seen the sky change from dark shades to lighter ones.

He couldn't take it anymore! Touching the hand around his chest, Nico struggled and tried not to wake Percy as the grip around him tightened, Percy's arms pulling him back to his strong chest.

"Where do you think you're going?”

“I need… hum…””

"You need?”

Nico wanted to die, but before that fact came to fruition, he took one of Percy’s hands over his body and brought it to his groin.

“I understand.” Percy murmured, leaning closer.

It was okay, because Nico finally got what he wanted. Percy covered his entire groin, engulfing his cock and massaging it slowly, balls and phallus, squeezing him so good that in less than a minute he was erect, as if the previous conversation and spanking had never happened. It felt so perfect… why was it so good? Was it because Percy was touching him? Was more emotional than physical? Or it was the mid-morning intimacy making him feel light and carefree, but so vulnerable he wanted to hide under Percy's body?

“What do you need?” Percy whispered against his neck, his voice husky with sleep.

“Can you… can you fuck me?” Was he being clear enough this time?

“You only had to ask.

He moaned in frustration and hid his face in the pillow, anxious and feeling the humiliation of having to beg down his neck in the form of the blush that warmed him from head to toe.

The thing is, Nico finally had his request granted. Percy leaned him forward a little, spread his legs and immediately Nico felt wet fingirs rub softly and unhurriedly against his entrance.

Ah… he didn't know that gesture could be so relaxing and pleasurable, feeling Percy massaging it around long enough for the orifice to open and allow Percy's fingers to penetrate it, easily and without difficulty. Percy was opening him so carefully that when Nico less expected, he found himself lying on his belly and moaning with three fingers inside him, barely feeling Percy lay on his body. Because with a slight discomfort that immediately gave way to pleasure, Nico could only spread more his legs letting the head of Percy's cock came into contact with his entrance, penetrating him a with light pressure, feeling himself really open like a flower as Percy forced himself in a little more, his body weight helping him slide right in.

 "Am I hurting you? Am I going too fast?”

Nico stopped breathing for a moment, too many sensations at once frying his brain. He… he didn't know, he was too relaxed to determine if it was pure pleasure, if he had pain in the middle of it or if he even needed a break; Nico could barely lift his head off the pillow as far as understanding anything other than the need to come.

“Baby.” Percy sighed, finally leaning against his back, keeping their hips still, panting. " I need--"

“Hm.” Nico thought he'd moaned, that he was about to come. Was all he could thing about, how that couldn't be normal. It couldn’t.

“Talk to me.”

Then, Percy settled better between his legs and that slight friction inside was enough to make Nico groan, squeezing the cock inside him so good that Percy pulled his hair, a clear warning to behave.

“Per!”

Percy stopped again, trying to catch his breath, and Nico melted once more into the bed, searching for the right words to say what he needed.

“Per, I… I need… I need…”

“Let's do it this way. When you don't know what to say and want to go on, say 'thank you'. When it feels good and you still want to stop, say “Please”.

"What if… what if I don't like it?"

"Say stop and I'll stop."

It seemed easy enough, so why was there so much doubt? This was the moment he tended to wrap everything up. It was so intense that he couldn't go on, even when he used his favorite vibrator. But he didn't want to stop, he wanted to keep going and see where this went. Maybe he would allow Percy to move and pin him against the bed, just like Percy was doing, this way Nico could get to the end.

"So?” Percy murmured against his ear, holding him tight by his hair and waist.

“I… okay… thank you.”

"That's my boy. All polite and obedient.”

Nico… Nico wasn't going to let those words make him feel any further off the cliff than he already was. But when Percy stroked his hair and tugged at it, saying a quick “Good boy,” Nico couldn't ignore the reaction it elicited from him. He hid his face in the pillow at the same time a groan was ripping from him and Percy finally decided to move.

Tonight nothing was going as he expected and instead of Percy fucking him fast and hard, he felt first Percy rotate his hips, rolling inside him and then Percy push back, slow and nice, and going back to penetrate him even slower, making him arch his spine and groan like he had never moaned before, leaving no room for any other thoughts.

“Hmm.” Percy groaned, all hoarse, increasing in speed and depth as Nico's moans grew louder. "I knew you would be perfect. All soft and sweet. The perfect fit.”

“I… I… ah!”

“Hm?”

“Thank you!”

Nico thought he had screamed, that he had writhed so hard that he felt Percy grab him by the back of his neck and force his head into the pillow, telling him to breathe. But Nico couldn't, Percy had hit something inside him that made him black out for a moment; Nico was coming and coming, each time his cock spurt, a jolt of electricity shot through his body, but Percy was still inside him, hard and pulsing, so hot Nico didn't know how he hadn't been burned.

“It's okay, that It. I will take care of you.”

Nico felt fingers against his groin and on his cock, touching it gently. He moaned again, thinking he was going to die, feeling his orgasm stretching until he couldn't take it anymore:

“Please!” Then, he screamed once more, tears forcing out of his eyes, smothered with pleasure, “Please!”

“Good boy.” Percy groaned in his ear, his voice firm and low, feeling Percy's hips go as deep as possible and come inside him like Nico had never allowed anyone before.

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Like always, it's a pleasure seeing you all here. Thanks for reading!

Nico and Percy’s dynamic in BotL is honestly the funniest fucking thing because Percy’s this emotionally exhausted 15 year old who is the sole person concerned about this feral 11 year old street urchin that wants to kill him…Chiron and the rest of the camp are just like ‘sometimes, children are homeless and they die. what can you do😔‘ and Percy’s just like ‘no???? we need to make sure he’s eating???? and that he’s not captured by an army of monsters???’ and Nico keeps trying to plot Percy’s downfall except he can’t actually come up with a plan because he’s Eleven or whatever and it’s just….remember when you were 15? remember what that felt like? now imagine being 15 and trying to wrangle an 11 year old that’s hissing and kicking your shins into brushing his teeth. imagine trying to tell this little asshole to go to bed before 10pm and he pulls out a fucking sword. how is someone supposed to handle that??? Percy surely doesn’t know! there’s a scene in BoO where Nico’s like ‘I don’t want to eat anything, but I know Percy would annoy the fuck out of me to force me to eat if he was here ugh’ sfkjsdfkj Percy literally had to CONDITION him into acting like a functioning person…and Percy’s inner monologue half the time is like ‘Yes I would kill for Nico di Angelo. Yes he is the worst person I know and I Will strangle him to death one day.’ like he doesn’t even completely like Nico as a person but everyone else is just chill with letting him run around by himself so Percy somehow ends up having to pseudo-parent this goth brat when he’s 15 and Barely Holding His Own Shit Together like….objectively an incredible dynamic lmao