Hannibal (2013-2015)

why you should reblog and support content creators

i’ve been on tumblr since 2012 and became a content creator in 2014/5, so i’ve been here for years and I can confirm that: people barely reblog posts now and it’s becoming an issue. yes content creators make stuff mostly for them, but if we post them it’s so people can see and enjoy it. and this happens when you hit “reblog”

the likes/reblogs ratios is a big disaster. when I first started, the reblogs were like 70% of a post with 30% of likes. now it’s 10% reblogs and 90% likes. likes are good, don’t get me wrong, but they don’t give us visibility.

reblogging = sharing posts to your followers. it’s easy and quick

WHY YOU SHOULD REBLOG

reblogs are important because it motivates people to create stuff and create more

it’s a great way to introduce your followers to a show/an artist/sports. i don’t wanna throw myself flowers but a few of my followers got into motorsport because I was reblogging posts about it (and also creating gifs and edits)

reblogs are a great way to make new friends because your followers/mutuals will see you have stuff in common and it will help to engage a conversation and start a friendship.

content creators spend a lot of time editing and a reblog shows that these hours weren’t lost 

reblogging helps us making our work be seen as tumblr’s tags are sometimes broken and they don’t appear in tags

it encourages people to create more and. i’m posting graphics and reblogs are encouraging me to keep posting them and creating more

top bonus is when you leave nice stuff in the tags. we see them and we love it and we love you

reblog because it’s free and the button exists for a reason

there is many more reasons but i won’t spam you

WHY YOU SHOULD SUPPORT CONTENT CREATORS

we are nice

we provide stuff for free

we take requests and make stuff you ask for

we share our resources: colorings, writing tips, where to get pictures, where to get fonts, tutorials, links for softwares

because we struggle a lot with tumblr’s tags

because people are sometimes rude to us and send rude asks (ex: writers - to publish their writings sooner)

because our work is being stolen by people claiming it’s theirs

because our work is being reposted on other social medias without asking us and crediting

i’m not pointing a gun to your face screaming “REBLOG”, i’m just telling you that if you like a post, you should think about reblogging it so your followers can see it and you’ll make one person happy <3

WIPS in my notes app:

Do you want to know about my WIPS? You're talking to the right person! Because I hardly ever finish my stories (although I'm 10% short of finishing one). Now, I don't know about the titles being interesting. But here they are! (I'm die hard Percy/Nico writer)

Sitter's Love (A nanny that needs money for college, ends up falling in love with the dad of the kids)

There's Nothing Like home (A boy who retorns home, who is eternaly in love by his bestfried)

Secrets (A story in Portuguese about two boys who were raised in the same house as brothers, but who are definitely not)

Mandatory service (Story in Portuguese based on a world where everyone is either submissive or a dominant)

I could stay here forever, but I think it's just enough!🤣🤣🤣🤣

@perryjackpott @chubbybunny25 @lucemondlover

Help, I'm being bullied by the elderly--

tagged by @jellyfishjuliet

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips or close enough, idk, I'm not a cop

"Bury a Friend"

"A Light At The End"

"Prince of Witches"

"Checking In"

"Trinity: A Midsummer's Nightmare"

"No Return (Last Chapter Woo!)"

"Angel of Small Death" (Mature. I mean...cause yeah--)

i tag the following: @authenticaussie @shadowuserannie @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 @zorilleerrant Woe! violence upon ye as well!

SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter XIV

Hi, how's everyone? Sorry I've been so absent, I had to take a break. Sometimes that happens, but don't worry, I'll be back. I hope you like it

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / / CHAPTER III, CHAPTER IV e CHAPTER V / Chapter VI e Chapter VII / Chapter VIII e Chapter IX / Chapter X, Chapter XI, Chapter XII e Chapter XIII

Hades relaxed back against his chair just in time for Maria to enter the room and so everyone began to eat. It was as if none of that had happened as the platters of food were passed around the table and some more arrived from the kitchen.

This was a moment Nico hadn't expected to witness. He leaned back in his chair and picked up his glass of wine, closing his eyes as he felt the sweet and slightly bitter liquid go down his throat. He had eaten so much that he thought he would explode, making him sluggish and sleepy. That must be why he felt so good and so free. He knew he shouldn't be so relaxed, so comfortable with Percy in the middle of his family, and most importantly, he shouldn't accept without question the easy way Percy mingled with them. The conversation flowed so naturally that it was like this dinner was a common occurrence between all of them; Percy's arm on his chair, keeping them close, and the fingers that still caressed the back of his neck in that soft and gentle way lulled him without him even realizing it, while Percy's nails massaging him made everything seem even more natural. And so, finally realizing what was happening, Nico found himself wrapped in that tranquility and contentment that he hadn't felt before Percy appeared in his life, like this was another common thing between them. Even Hades, who had been rude before, seemed not to care about the display of affection.

“… thing. I never would have guessed that.” Percy said beside Nico, close to his ear, the husky murmur caressing his nerves. “What a brave little boy.”

Percy squeezed Nico's shoulders and he felt himself grow warm. Nico just wanted them to stop telling stories about his childhood, there was nothing special about it.

“He was the cutest child in the world. So righteous and innocent.” Bianca continued.

“Really? Tell me more.” Percy raised his own glass of wine to his lips and looked at Nico playfully. But there was something in his eyes. Nico never knew when Percy was been serious.

“Please, no.” It was his turn to murmur.

“Ah, but I have to tell him.”

“Bianca, I beg you!”

Bianca just smiled at Nico, all satisfied and leaned towards him and Percy. The truth is that everyone at the table was a little drunk and since Hades made the wine, he liked it very strong.

“No, I insist.” Percy murmured beside him, perhaps a little closer than necessary, a little hoarsely, too. Well, it was to be expected, they had been laughing for over half an hour. At his expense, of course. Apparently he was a very creative child. And brave. And cute. And innocent. The adjectives were endless.

“So, it happened like this. Hazel was still very little, you know? We still lived in Italy.”

“Please.” Nico begged once more.

“She didn't even realize that the other kids were being mean.”

“I promise to do your laundry for a week!”

“Nico saw this and--” She continued, her face red from the wine.

“One month. No, two--”

“Shhh…” That's when he felt Percy approaching him again. He… Percy placed his index finger on Nico's lips and said very quietly: “Your sister is talking. Be a good boy.”

Nico was unable to disobey. The air fled from his lungs, but unlike what had happened before, it was thought they were suddenly very full, so hot that Nico felt like he was being scorched. The strangest thing about this was that no one seemed to find it strange. Not Percy's arm around his shoulders or his rough fingers against his lips, much less the way that their chairs, for some mysterious reason, were much closer than before, seeming that with each passing moment the distance between them was decreasing.

Half-airy and light, still hearing the words “good boy”, Nico watched Bianca continue to tell her little anecdote of a little boy defending his defenseless little sister through punches. And on top of that, winning the fight.

“I remember that!” Hazel said. She pushed her chair back and stood up, beaming with happiness. “We have pictures!”

“No!” Nico said, defeated.

“Yes!” Hazel exclaimed.

With no other choice left, Hazel left the table and ran upstairs without looking back.

“Percy!” But Nico was laughing, hiding his face in Percy's shoulder, feeling like he was going to melt from embarrassment or bury his head in the ground like an ostrich.

“It’s okay,” Percy told him, the smile in his voice making him relax. “I promise not to hold it against you.”

A kiss was placed on the side of his face and Nico melted completely. He couldn't remember the last time someone had kissed him like that, full of affection and without expecting anything in return. Nico had to lift his head and look back at Percy. When Nico had first met him, it hadn't occurred to him that Percy Jackson could be someone so kind and loving, yet somewhat shameless. Raising his hand, Nico placed it on Percy's face and--

— Nico Di Ângelo! — An angry voice echoed through the room.

The front door slammed against the wall and there stood the person Nico least expected to see, someone he had completely forgotten about. Will Solace was there. Yes, Will, his boyfriend, the person he should be smiling with, the person Nico should be touching with so much affection and care, but never had the desire to do so.

Everyone looked at Will and, too late, Nico realized that Percy was still holding him by the shoulders and he still had his hands on Percy's face. He saw in slow motion Will march towards them and stop in front of the table, only then realizing that he shouldn't be touching Percy, much less in front of his boyfriend. He looked back at Percy and let his hands rest on his strong shoulders, still unprepared to let go.

What… what was he doing?

“I'm sorry.” Nico said to Percy. For some reason Nico addressed Percy and not Will. The truth is that he felt bad, he felt strange, all that drama made him feel like he was betraying Percy, which only made him more confused.

“What the hell are you doing! And who is this guy?”

“I-- I… this… this is Percy Jackson.” He mumbled weakly, not knowing what to say. “And this is Will Solace, my… my boyfriend.”

“What the fuck, Nico!” Will got closer to where he was and yelled in his face. “Come with me, now!”

Nico didn't know what to do, so he went. He stood up and looked one last time at Percy and his family who were watching everything in bewilderment, letting Will grab him by the arm and drag him away. He even heard his mother say "Oh my!" That is, until he realized that Percy wasn't going to let go. He looked at Percy and saw that the man was frowning, looking at him with concern. "Is that your boyfriend?"

“What's that got to do with you? Don't you think you're a little old to be hanging around little boys?”

He couldn't believe what he was hearing! Nico gasped and stood in front of them.

“It's okay, we'll talk--”

Percy stood up and straightened his spine, puffing out his chest in a way Nico had never seen him do before. Percy stopped in front of Will and looked down at him, the blond boy looking so small and helpless next to the nearly seven-foot tall man that it almost made Nico laugh.

“I'm sorry, I don't think I understood. Can you repeat that?” Percy said. He smiled at Will and kept Nico behind him. Nico could imagine how threatening Percy was now.

Will swallowed hard, but stared back at Percy, his grip on Nico's arm tightening.

“That's what you heard, old man.”

“You better let Nico go. He doesn't want to talk to you.”

“Who do you think--”

“If I were you, I would be careful with your next words.”

With that the room fell silent, Will and Percy staring at each other and their family frozen where they sat.

Percy was the first to break the tension. He turned to Nico and gently held him on the shoulder, leaned in until he was very close to his ear and whispered:

“Are you sure he’s your boyfriend?” Nico just looked at Percy, feeling like laughing for some reason, watching Percy laugh back at him. “He feels like an older brother. I don’t see any love or attraction, or affection coming from him. And if that’s how he treats you… why are you still with him?”

Nico felt himself burn under Percy's intense gaze and instead of answering him, he pushed Percy's shoulder lightly, not really wanting to move away, looking at him disapprovingly and muttering so that only Percy could hear: “You're doing this on purpose. I'll be right back.”

So, Nico walked away from Percy, ignoring that little smile that was already very familiar to him, and went outside where Will was waiting for him.

***

As soon as Nico turned his back on them, being pulled by his boyfriend and dragged by the arm, Percy turned around and faced that family that five minutes ago seemed to be the best in the world compared to his. Now, he wasn't so sure. Whether it was the way Nico's older brothers went back to eating, just looking at their plates or the sad way Maria Di Ângelo looked through the door where Nico had left, the worst thing was definitely looking at Hades and seeing the resigned expression on his rough and tired face.

Percy sat down at the table and put his hand to his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He filled his glass with more wine and downed it in one go. Why was he so worried? Why did he feel so possessive? In the end, Will Solace was right, this was none of his business, none of it was.

Even so, Percy turned to Hades, giving him a disapproving look. Hades looked at him and it was then that he realized,  the man would do nothing to stop something bad from happening to Nico. 

Percy didn't believe that! He would do anything for Alice and Logan, he would never let other people abuse them, much less offer them up on a golden platter, handing them over to the dogs. Percy took a deep breath and tried to ignore the tension in the air, so strong it could be cut with a knife. However, it didn't take long for a murderous expression to form on the patriarch's face; not even thirty seconds later they heard furious shouts coming from outside the house. The clearest were "You're mine! Acting like a whore won't solve things" and "Is it because of him that you don't want to marry me?"

Everyone remained in a somber silence that was only broken when Hazel entered the room, her shoes making noise against the wooden floor. Hades grimaced in disgust and he couldn't take it anymore, downing the third glass of wine in less than two minutes.

“You know, I may like fancy cars and innocent little boys, but I would never do that to Nico.”

“As if you were different.” Hades tells him.

“I would never call Nico those things and I would never force him to do anything he doesn't want to do. Can you say the same about Will? If I were you, I would be careful about who you let into your home.”

Hades made another face, as if he had eaten something bitter, but Percy didn't care, he got up from the table and went after Nico.

If it had been anyone else in his place, he would have said that the scene he found when he opened the door was something out of a murder movie about to happen, or perhaps the beginning of physical abuse. He couldn't decide, especially if it was the way Will was looking at Nico, with so much anger and disgust, practically pressing him against the wall; Will even had his fist slightly raised, close to his body, his hand clenched and tense. Nico, on the other hand, seemed to have given up on fighting back and was just trying to defend himself with his hands over his face.

Percy couldn't wait any longer, he walked over to Nico and stood in their midst, running when he saw what was about to happen. However, Percy had to stop before he reached him, coming across something he never expected to see; the little boy who had seemed so brave and courageous was now huddled against the wall, trying to make himself smaller, crying so hard that he was sobbing.

He did the only thing he could in a situation like this. He approached slowly and tried to talk to him, without scaring him.

“Nico? It's me, Percy.”

“I'm sorry! I didn't-- I didn't--” Nico screamed with all the strength he could muster and raised his hands, trying to keep the threat away from him, soon after shrinking even further against the wall and crouching on the floor, covering his head with his hands.

“It's okay. Tell me what happened, hmm?”

“Oh.” Nico said softly, almost without strength.

With a broken sob, Nico raised his head and looked at him, his face twisted with pain. Nico didn't say a word, he just stood up quickly and jumped against Percy, hugging him desperately and crying even harder.

“Shhh… what’s wrong? No need to cry, you’re safe.”

“Per…” Another hiccup and the first sniff.

“Come on, it's okay. Don't you trust me?”

Nico nodded, his face all wet and swollen, trying to smile, relaxing a little more. At least Percy now knew Nico wouldn't have a panic attack.

“Do you want to talk?”

Nico denies it and stays exactly where he was, curled up against Percy's chest and with his eyes squeezed shut, trying to control the sobs that were slowly fading away. Only when he was sure that Nico wouldn't lose control again did he look at the boyfriend. Big piece of shit. A selfish and spoiled little boy, from what he could see. And who apparently didn't even care if Nico suffered or not.

Percy didn't do anything other than hug Nico, he didn't move to give that kid what he deserved or try to call for help, Will didn't do anything either, looking at him like he wanted to kill him, ignoring Nico who finally stopped crying. In the end, he was the one who had lost; it was Percy who held Nico in his arms, it was Percy who slowly caressed his back and it was Percy who comforted him. Will should give up while he still had time.

See you next time!

New Crow Time 🐦‍⬛🦊🌟

I think I have to read the last books

Jason is so villain coded and that's why richard had to kill him off. Because if I had been used as a pawn by the gods not once but twice, when I was two years old and when I was 15 against my will, and my mom abandoned me with that express purpose giving me abandonment issues for years to come, and my older sister thought I was dead so she's moved on to better things before she found me again, and my gf broke up with me because she was questioning if our relationship was ever worth it based on fake memories she had that I didn't, and my first ever best friend died (but is actually alive), and the camp that I called my home that expected me to be their leader since I showed up as a toddler threw a brick at me the moment they suspected I was a traitor, and I was stuck at a boarding school alone miles away from the other camp I called a home etc etc all the while being THE honorable dutiful soldier I was expected to be. I would totally like. Become a bad guy. Literally there would be no other direction for my character to go. OH AND BY THE WAY i didn't even know my own birthday until I turned 16 <3 Jason would have deserved it

SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter XX and Chapter XXI

Hi, we're back! I've had a bit of time and decided to move things along. I hope you like it.

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / / CHAPTER III, CHAPTER IV e CHAPTER V / Chapter VI e Chapter VII / Chapter VIII e Chapter IX / Chapter X, Chapter XI, Chapter XII e Chapter XIII / Chapter XIV / Chapter XV / Chapter XVI e Chapter XVII / Chapter XVIII and Chapter XIX

Chapter XX

“I’m leaving,” Nico muttered weakly before leaving the house.

He took one last look at his father's figure sitting on the couch, ignoring him while reading the newspaper, and opened the door. Nico didn't even wait for a greeting in return, knowing he wouldn't get one. Not that he cared, he had come there to get some books and a change of clothes, and if that was the way Hades was going to continue to treat him... it was better that way, because things were only going to get worse. After that lunch with Percy, or rather, after he decided to ignoreWill's calls, the vow of silence had begun. However, it was only when the gifts, money and unwanted appearances started to appear that things became truly uncomfortable. That is, gifts from Percy andWill, both competing to see who was the best.

Yes, it seemed that was how things would be. If he didn’t stay too long inside that house, he wouldn’t have to see them and that way, everything would be fine. And if he didn’t stay at home, Maria wouldn’t have to take sides and Hazel wouldn’t have to fight with Hades, but… but it was all right. Jason and Thalia were helping him, the siblings had a spare room and they didn’t demand anything from Nico. Yes, it was the best thing to do, he kept telling himself; in the end, everything would be fine. The good news was that Nico had left plenty of clothes at their house and he wouldn’t have to go back for a few days.

"Nico!" Nico's soul nearly jumped out of his body at the shrill scream. Hazel came running down the stairs toward him, her face distressed and angry, determined as ever.

"Where have you been all week! We've been so worried.”

She was a true angel. Nico let Hazel's short arms wrap tightly around his waist and returned the gesture, barely realizing how much he missed her.

"I'm not welcome here." Nico confessed.

"That’s not true! Mom and Bianca miss you. EvenThanatos asked about you.”

"It's better this way." He said, "You don't have to fight over me.”

"No, I refuse. You're not leaving!”

"Honey, I have to work.”

Nico looked at her and smiled, even though he was crying a little. He missed Hazel so much that he almost gave in to the temptation to stay. He missed his mother too, and the nights watching movies with his brothers.”

"Why, right now? What changed that made you abandon me?" Hazel pouted cutely and tears fell from her golden eyes. The worst part was that she was right.

For the first time in his life, Nico had accepted someone's help and gone to the psychiatrist that Percy had recommended, as well as the psychologist, both community doctors. The truth is that the doctors he had seen before had not been a good experience, but Nico had talked a lot with them, learning that moving away from what was hurting him was essential, even if it was slow, and having a support network was even more important. He had also decided that he would no longer lie and that he would face his problems head on, and he would never, ever again be ashamed or feel guilty for thinking of himself first.

"I'm going to a psychiatrist. She prescribed me a weaker sedative and advised me to seek a healthier environment.”

“Oh,” she murmured. “I understand. I’m… I’m happy for you.” But now she was crying for real, silent tears streaming down her dark face. “You’ll come back to visit, won’t you?”

"I'm not leaving. I just need some distance. When you need me, just call me and I'll come running.”

"Do you promise?”

"I promise." Nico said to her and hugged her tightly.

"Can I go with you?”

"Where?”

"Work, of course." She said as if it were obvious.

And you know what? He shrugged, Percy probably wouldn't mind.

Nico took Hazel's hand and guided her to the bus stop.

***

Nico rang the bell and held Hazel's hand, counting the seconds. The door opened quickly and, as usual, it was Percy who came to greet him, always with a big smile and an affectionate hug.

Of course, it hadn't always been like this, the important thing was that in the last few days a simple "hello" had turned into something more, something that required physical contact and was as easy as breathing. He just wanted things to stop there. You know when you think it's going to rain a little and instead a flood destroys your house? That was exactly how Nico felt, all the presents, tight hugs and soft smiles weren't good for his heart. Or the money that had mysteriously appeared in his bank account, so many zeros that Nico didn't even know how to count them and that seemed to increase every day he looked at it.

"You know you don't have to rin-- Hazel! What are you doing here?" Percy said, opening the door completely and allowing them access to the entrance chamber. Percy crossed his arms and made a face, but Nico knew it was a joke, because soon after Percy bent down and hugged Hazel, ruffling her hair.

"She came with me today, I hope that's okay.”

"Yeah, no problem." Percy said and turned to him.

Holding his shoulders, Percy looked him straight in the eyes and then moved them from his feet to his head, and only then hugged him tightly, tighter and longer than would be appropriate.

"You look much better. The kids will love to see you." Percy said in the middle of the hug, his voice whispered against his earlobe.

Nico could only nod, the words he was about to say disappearing without being pronounced, like, why he found so much money in his account when he went to get money to buy a book and why so many gifts. He just wanted to understand what was going on between them. Or what could still happen. What really made him understand how screwed he was was finding himself surrounded by Percy's arms, realizing how much he had missed him this past week, the week he had asked for time off. It was the only way to get his life together and try to build something to motivate him to continue.

One of Percy's hands held him by the back of the neck and the other came to rest on the small of his back, making him feel welcome and safe. When Percy finally let go, Hazel and Percy had identical smiles on their faces, which made him deeply uncomfortable, as if they knew something Nico didn't.

"Come on, the kids are already at the table." Percy told him.

Percy touched his hand hesitantly, as if expecting to be rejected, but when Nico did nothing to stop him, Percy gently guided him as he stroked his fingers. However, Nico didn't have time to enjoy the feeling of Percy's touch on his skin, because there was the Jackson family; Alice sitting next to Logan,Annabeth at the farthest point from everyone while Percy sat in the center, with him and Hazel seating them next to him and across from the children. The funny thing was that instead of asking the cook or the housekeeper to get more dishes, Percy himself stood up.

"There's always room for one more in this house." Percy placed the cutlery, plates and glasses as the housekeeper had taught them and straightened his spine. Percy puffed out his chest and cocked his head in a comical gesture, looking really proud of his work.

"So, what brings your sister here?”

"I--” Of course Nico didn't get the chance to finish.

"I had to ambush Nico in the morning!" Hazel practically slammed her hands on the table, exactly like Hades would do, all irritated and offended.

“Oh, really?” Was all Percy said, his easy smile seeming to calm her.

"Nico… Nico hadn’t been home for over a week! I was so worried! No one knew where he had gone, not Mom, Hades, Bianca. Not even Lou and Cecil! It was like he had disappeared off the map!”

"Hmm, and how did that happen?”

But this time, Percy wasn’t asking Hazel that question. No, he was looking at Nico as he lifted the wine glass to his lips. One corner of his mouth lifted and he leaned back against the back of his chair, looking Nico over once more from head to toe.

"Could this have anything to do with some recent changes? I wonder what it could be…" Percy said again, in that mix of joking and mocking that only he could do.

“Okay,” Nico said, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. “I went to the psychiatrist, okay? She referred me to a psychologist too.”

"I'm glad." Percy said then, contentedly. The smile that reached his eyes said much more. “Did you like it?”

“Like isn’t the word I’d use,” Nico found himself saying, feeling his face heat up, that urge to hide stronger than his sense of pride. “It’s helping. I guess I needed to hear certain things, from a neutral perspective, you know?”

“I know!” What surprised him wasn’t that someone agreed with him, but that it was Logan who had said it. Alice nodded, seeming to flinch when the attention turned to them. “Dad put us in therapy after you had your panic attack. It’s so cool! He listens to me and jokes with me, just like you do, Nico!”

He smiled at Logan and Alice, but for some reason he felt like crying. Nico didn't cry, of course, it would be too much drama for such an early morning, he just looked at Percy suspiciously.

Percy shrugged.

"My parents never worried about that kind of thing. I wanted to make sure that… everything was as it should be." Percy muttered, a strange, self-deprecating smile forming.

Nico was so proud! To show his approval, he held Percy's hand and smiled at him. Percy didn't know how much trouble he was saving himself with this. Percy only did this because the children must have been traumatized, but it showed that Percy cared about their well-being, not just their physical well-being, but their mental well-being as well. The problem was that Percy turned his hand against his and intertwined their fingers, making him feel that warm feeling in his heart, and maybe somewhere else too. When that happened, he tended to forget everything else.

It was at that moment that Nico heard a throat clearing.

Sofia pushed her chair back and stood up, knocking it over as she went. She crossed her arms and approached them, circling behind each one sitting at the table, as if she was about to attack.

"Who gave you permission to do this to my children? Is this how you raise them? And letting just anyone come into my house?”

If he didn't know whoAnnabeth was or what the purpose behind those words was, Nico would be offended. Hazel, who didn't know what was happening, didn't have the same reaction. She stood up and, just as aggressively asAnnabeth, lifted her chin, taking a step towards her.

Fortunately, Nico acted faster. He grabbed her arm and sent her a look, which was enough for Hazel to sit back down, not at all happy with the situation.

"Is this house still yours?" Surprised, Nico heard Logan say once more. "If you don’t live here, is it still yours?”

Percy frowned andAnnabeth paled. If Nico hadn't been paying so much attention he would have missed the momentAnnabeth gasped and took a step back in shock. Percy was too focused on Logan, Alice was looking down in sadness, and Hazel had looked away in a huff. He could only watch asAnnabeth took another step back and another, disappearing up the stairs without a word.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to bring Hazel there.

Chapter XXI

Even though the morning was full of drama, the rest of the day passed peacefully; after Percy talked to Logan, Nico took the children to school with Hazel and then they returned, Nico showing his sister the house, quickly passing by Percy's room, a gigantic place with a double bed, a suite with a bathroom and, in the corner of the room, a spacious table with chairs, a printer and everything Percy could possibly need. They said "hi" to Percy and soon Nico pulled Hazel by the hand when she started to talk, Percy in the middle of documents spread out on the table, laughing at their attitude.

When they finally returned to the living room, Nico was able to sit down and pick up his books. But Hazel? She wasn't satisfied with that. No, she walked around the room, looked out the window that overlooked the garden and the pool, and went to the bookshelf that took up an entire wall and began to read the titles.

That was already getting on his nerves.

"Hazel, what are you doing? Looking for evidence for Hades?”

"What, no… but… is that all?”

She came towards him and sat on the sofa by his side, still curious.

"What were you thinking?”

"You and Percy seem so close…”

"Hazel!”

"I'm just saying. So, you just study? All afternoon?”

"Sometimes Percy comes over and we watch a movie. Or we get something to eat.”

"Really? Not even a little kiss? Maybe a--”

"You can stop right there. If you came here for that--”

"No! I missed you. You still haven't said where you're living.”

"And I won't. I don't want to take my problems elsewhere. They're already helping me, I can't get them into this mess.”

"Is this part of your therapy too?" She asked, pouting.

"Yes. I have to learn to say no, or the same thing will happen no matter where I go.”

"What? People coming to your new house?”

"No, people abusing me. Even if they don't know what they're doing.”

"Oh." Hazel murmured, looking at her hands. "Do I do that? I never--”

"It's not your fault. If I don't tell you how I feel, how can you know? The responsibility for building healthy relationships must come from both parties.”

"Does it start with “no”?”

"Start by defining what I am willing to accept and what I should never allow.”

"Oh." She said, but this time, Hazel understood. She smiled and hugged him tightly. "I hope I'm one of those healthy relationships.”

"Of course you are, I'll always want you in my life. The question is: do you want to study with me until it's time to pick up the kids or do you want me to take you home?”

"I think I've caused enough trouble. I'll go alone.”

"Are you sure? Do you have the money for the bus?”

"Yes, Hades always gives me money to spare. Don't worry.”

That was when Nico realized how differently they were treated. Hades had never given him a penny that wasn't strictly necessary, but for Hazel... only the best. He took Hazel to the door and waited for Ethan to pick her up, and only then did he let himself fall apart. He walked mechanically to his little corner in the living room and lay down in one of the long armchairs, only realizing that time had passed when someone gently touched him on the shoulder.

“I--”

He jumped and tried to sit up. However, it was Percy. The man always caught him in these situations. Percy just smiled at him and sat down next to him, Percy's hands going to his hair automatically, brushing and massaging, rocking him so gently that he calmed down after a few moments.

"You were so quiet, you didn't come to call me for lunch. Have you eaten yet?”

"No." Nico denied, relieved that he didn't have to explain.

He didn't understand where all this care was coming from or why Percy chose to treat him this way. It was clear that he wasn't the best person for Percy to invest so much time... and money in. In the last few weeks it had seemed like as soon as he breathed, Percy was offering him something or giving him "tips" that felt more like extra pay, even when he was off duty, the money showing up in his account randomly.

It’s just… that was why he was working, wasn’t it? Except it wasn’t work at all, taking care of the kids or occasionally making food when the cook was gone. Really, Percy had done so much for him, more than he could ever do for Percy; he just wished Percy wouldn’t make him feel so guilty.

Ah! Who was he kidding? Percy was all he needed. Someone who would support him, care for him, and understand him, someone Nico could trust, just like Percy had already proven. So why did all of this feel so wrong? So bad? Like he was taking advantage of the man and manipulating him, just like those girls his father criticized so much.

"Nico?" Percy called his name, and that voice that was usually soft and husky, sounded authoritative, like Nico hadn't heard in a long time.

He immediately paid attention and looked at Percy's face, who was staring at him seriously, with his jaw clenched, offering him his hand. He didn't hesitate and took it, Percy's firm grip making him feel safe and a little better.

"I'm not going to make you talk about what happened. You know you can talk to me about anything, right? It doesn't matter what it is.”

“I…”

"Am I being too intrusive? If it's about something that happened in this house, I can--”

"No!" He jumped up, facing Percy. "Nothing happened. Nothing at all!”

"Hm. I'll pretend to believe you. But if something is bothering you, I'd rather hear it from you than from other people.”

"I promise… I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

Still a little sad, Nico sniffed and wiped the tears on the sleeve of his sweater. Percy didn't ask anything else, just took his hand again and guided him once more with his firm touch. He knew that if he wanted to talk, Percy would listen; and that was enough to make the sadness dissolve a little more, enough for Nico to know that if he had lost a father, he had gained so much more in return.

***

When Nico opened his eyes, the living room was already dark, only the television and the clock lit up the room. He rubbed his eyes and checked the time, half past eight, well after working hours. He got up and left the children sleeping, heading towards the kitchen, or that was the goal. Nico had to stop halfway when he came acrossAnnabeth, she was coming down the stairs, pulling a huge and heavy suitcase, and for a moment he felt bad for the children who were being abandoned once again, without so much as a goodbye or any words of comfort.

Fortunately, Nico soon snapped out of his trance and headed towardsAnnabeth, running over to where she was, helping her down the rest of the steps.

“Thank you,” was all she said, her attention completely on the still half-open suitcase, her gaze determined to fit everything into that compact space.

"Sofia-- ma'am... aren't you say goodbye to the children?”

"Say goodbye to them?"Annabeth finally looked at him and analyzed him from head to toe. "They don't need me. They don't even want me here. Why would I say goodbye?”

It was a good question. Still, it wasn't the right thing to do.

"The children miss you.”

“I know they do.” She finally closed her suitcase and turned to him, with the same self-deprecating smile Percy had used before. “They miss something that never existed.”

"That's not true. I bet they'd love to spend a holiday with you. If you'd talk to them... Percy would be open to it, I know he would.”

"So cute, yet so innocent." She finally smiled at Nico, a sincere smile that spread across her entire face. "You're a good boy. That's why I know you'll take good care of my husband and my children. You have a gift for it. They're so happy that I won't need to go back for a long time.”

"What?" Nico asked without understanding.  “So, you…”

"It's the deal I made with Percy, I have to come back a few times a year. That's it.”

"Aren't you afraid?”

"What could I be afraid of?" She looked down at him, mocking Nico. When Percy did that, it gave him a feeling of affection, but whenAnnabeth did it, he could only feel mockery and sadness.

"For them to grow up and reject you for the rest of their lives?”

Sofia pulled on the handle of her suitcase and hesitated for a moment, then looked back at him with those piercing gray eyes.

"I meant it about the kids missing you. They were so happy when they heard you were coming… all they need is a little attention. They just need to know that their mother cares.”

"Hm." Was all she said before tossing her golden hair back and opening the door, walking out.

You know what was funny?Annabeth had spent the past two weeks watching him like a hawk, trying to find any flaws or mistakes he might make, but all she had revealed was how she and Percy could never be more than two strangers, or how the children worshipped her, like a god they could never reach. But now, listening to the sound of the car driving away, all Nico felt was sadness. These were two more children who would grow up feeling rejected and incomplete.

See you next week!

Ligação

#desafiodascempalavras

Prompt: Fio vermelho, ligados pelo destino, alma gêmeas

Tema: primeiro encontro

Nico se sentou na arquibancada do campo de futebol e olhou ao redor, procurando por alguém, alguém que ele não sabia quem era, mas sabia que o reconheceria se o visse. Sabe, ele geralmente prefere ficar sozinho, com seus livros e músicas e videogames, mas hoje, hoje algo dentro dele o disse para ir até ali, falou para ele se sentar naquelas mesmas arquibancadas e esperar. Só esperar. 

Não demorou muito, mais a frente havia um grupo de amigos, jogadores e líderes de torcida, todos conversando animadamente como se só existissem eles. Nico não se importava, pois seguindo seus instintos que diziam para ele se mover, Nico fez. Ele se levantou, andou em um linha reta, descendo os degraus da arquibancada e parou em frente a um homem alto e de cabelos castanhos claros de sol.

 — Oi. — Ele disse para o homem.

O homem olhou para ele por um momento, parecendo confuso, mas no outro, sorriu para ele e… o abraçou bem apertado no mesmo momento em que alguém perto deles perguntou:

— Percy, quem é esse cara?

— Eu não sei, mas eu vou descobrir. 

— Nico di Ângelo. — Nico diz, ainda nos braços de Percy.

— É um prazer, Nico. Percy Jackson. 

— Annabeth Chase, namorada do Percy.

Mas Nico não se importava, ele só conseguia olhar para Percy e Percy também não desgrudava os olhos dele. Nada mais importava.

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

Oii, como vai? Esse era para ser um capítulo curto, ai resolvi fazer algo especial mais para o final. Espero que vocês gostem! Vejam as notas finais para mais informações.^^

Capítulos anteriores: CAPÍTULO I / CAPÍTULO II / CAPÍTULO III / CAPÍTULO IV / CAPÍTULO V / CAPÍTULO VI

— Presta atenção! — Percy gritou e passou a bola para Chris Rodriguez, um garoto alto de feições hispânicas. Um amigo ótimo, mas que agora estava lhe dando nos nervos. 

Tudo bem, não era culpa de Chris. Percy queria terminar logo aquele treino e encontrar Nico que o esperava nas arquibancadas. Era demais pedir que o tempo passasse mais rápido? Ele gritou de novo, agora vendo Charles Beckendorf se distrair com a namorada líder de torcida.

Porra, será que dava para alguém fazer alguma coisa certa!?

— Cara, pega leve! — Grover veio correndo até ele quando o treinador encerrou o treino antes do normal. — Seu garoto não está cuidando de você?

Grover estava certo, Nico tinha cuidado muito bem dele. Percy até tinha relaxado depois do ato, mas então ele sentiu aquela raiva subir para a cabeça observando aquelas pessoas cobiçarem o que era dele. Quando Nico era solitário e indefeso ninguém fez nada, preferindo o isolar, mas agora que Nico cresceu e ficou alto com aqueles ombros largos e intensos olhos negros, levando seu violão pelos cantos, praticamente sendo impossível não se encantar quando ele cantava, pensando que ninguém o via, isso o tirava do sério. Trazia seu pior lado para fora.

Ele admitia que estava enlouquecendo, devagar e constante, brigando com quem tentasse se aproximar. Esse devia ser o único motivo para ele querer que as pessoas ficassem longe de Nico. Quer dizer, não era muito diferente do que acontecia antes. Não que ele tentasse esconder, Percy afastava as pessoas de propósito e sabia disso. Nico também sabia disso. Até o zelador sabia. Ele queria se sentir mal por agir dessa forma, impulsivo e… tão errado. Pensou que esse Percy tinha ficado no passado e que ele tinha morrido com a partida de Nico, se achando tão adulto agora que não agia dessa forma. Isso é, até Nico voltar e mostrar para ele que ainda era o mesmo menininho inseguro e ciumento.

— Per-cy! Terra para Percy. Tem alguém em casa? — Grover disse e balançou a mão em frente a seu rosto, vendo que agora um grupo de garotos se formava ao redor deles.

Era normal, afinal ele era o capitão e eles costumavam ter conversas sobre possíveis mudanças na estratégia de jogo. Hoje não era um desses dias, hoje ele não tinha prestado atenção em nada, em passes de bola, a posição dos jogadores na quadra ou quantas cestas foram feitas.

— Desculpa, gente. Vocês estão dispensados.

— Jackson, qual é? Fala logo. — Luke disse, caminhando despreocupado até ele.

Percy respirou fundo e tentou se concentrar.

— Falar o quê?

— Você não vai pirar de novo, vai? — Outra pessoa falou, embora todos soassem iguais para ele.

— Quem concorda no sub-capitão tomar conta do time? — É claro que Luke falou isso já que ele era o sub-capitão.

— Façam o que vocês quiserem.

Nada importava mais do que Nico. Calmamente, ele tirou a faixa de capitão do braço e jogou para quem estivesse mais perto, dando as costas para eles.

— Quero ver quanto tempo vocês duram.

— Percy, volta aqui! Eu estava brincando! Desde quando você escuta o que eu digo?

Mas ele não voltou, continuou marchando para a saída, lembrando de pegar suas coisas perto do vestiário e só parou quando encontrou Nico na parte de baixo da arquibancada, alheio ao que acontecia à sua volta. Ele estava sentado na grama, com as costas apoiadas no pé da estrutura da arquibancada, dedilhando o violão e murmurando algo baixo na voz mais aveludada e doce que ele já tinha ouvido. Nico parou de tocar e então se virou em direção ao caderno em frente a ele para anotar algo, tudo isso enquanto as pessoas ao redor o observavam com admiração.

Sabe, ninguém costumava assistir aos treinos além das líderes de torcida, mas ali no sol do fim de tarde e com os pássaros cantando, Nico nunca esteve tão belo; cabeça abaixada e postura relaxada, lhe dando a impressão que cada vez mais a plateia se multiplicaria se isso continuasse acontecendo. Então… então aquela raiva voltou com tudo e foi tão de repente que ele parou antes que Nico pudesse notar sua presença, não queria que Nico visse essa parte sua. Ele inspirou fundo por longos momentos e só quando teve certeza que conseguiria se controlar, se aproximou o resto do caminho, parando na frente de Nico.

— Você está pronto? — Perguntou a Nico.

— Hmhm. — Nico acenou, levantando a mão do violão e se espreguiçando. — Você não tem que fazer nada? Ainda são três horas da tarde.

— Não, hoje sou todo seu.

Foi quando Nico levantou a cabeça, o olhou entre os cílios e sorriu para ele, todo meigo e tímido, o levando de volta para tempos mais simples.

— Vamos? — Ele quase esqueceu das pessoas ao redor, murmurando mais distantes deles. Bastou Nico acenar novamente enquanto guardava suas coisas para enfim segurar em suas mãos que elas desapareceram de vista, insignificantes, feito insetos barulhentos.

Ele pegou a mochila de Nico, o ajudando, enquanto Nico levava o violão na mão que não estava ocupada pela sua.

— Música nova?

— O grupo de prática de banda vai se apresentar no baile.

— Vai, é? — Percy até já podia imaginar quanto fãs Nico conseguiria nessa noite.

— Por que você não me disse que ia ter um? Eu nunca fui.

— Eu não estava planejando ir. — Não desde que Nico tinha voltado, mas agora que ele mencionou o baile… — Você quer ir comigo?

— Senhor Jackson! Você está me chamando para sair? É um encontro?

— Só se você quiser.

Percy não conseguiu se conter, Nico estava rindo e fazendo piadas com tanta alegria que isso esquentava seu coração a ponto que ele teve que parar no meio do caminho e beijar Nico até que ambos estivessem sem ar; em seus lábios, maçãs do rosto, mandíbula e pescoço. Ele só parou quando Nico riu tanto que lagrimas saíram de seus lindos olhos negros.

— Então, está marcado. É um encontro.

— Seu bobo. — Nico suspirou, o encarando bem de pertinho, e outro impulso o tomou. Percy secou as lágrimas de risadas que ainda caiam e o beijou mais uma vez, apenas para expressar o quando ele o amava.

— Estou falando sério. Até vou usar um terno. O que você acha?

— Eu acho que você vai ficar muito bonito.

— Eu pensei que eu já era. — Nico sorriu de novo e Percy nem tentou se controlar dessa vez, ele abraçou Nico pela cintura e o beijou como na noite passada, como se ninguém estivesse vendo, e só parou quando Nico gemeu, agudo no fundo da garganta, e o afastou, o empurrando sem força pelo peito.

— Per. — Nico choramingou, piscando devagar, quase gemendo de frustração, mas tão suave que ele sentia vontade de encostá-lo contra a parede e resolver o problema deles bem ali. Isso iria mostrar a quem Nico pertencia.

O quê? Não! Ele não era essa pessoa. Ele não…

— Per? — Ele sentiu dedos macios contra seu rosto e piscou, tentando tirar esses pensamentos da cabeça. Nico parecia preocupado com um leve vinco entre as sobrancelhas. — Tudo bem?

— Claro, tudo bem.

Nico tinha razão em ter fugido dele. No fim, o perigo não estava nas outras pessoas e sim nele, um garotinho doente e possessivo.

— Você quer comer alguma coisa? Está ficando tarde.

Percy apenas acenou, sendo puxado por Nico em direção a seu carro. Ele sentia a preocupação emanar de Nico, era a forma que ele falava todo baixinho e cuidadoso, os toques afetuosos em seu braço ou ombro como se tentasse consolar um garotinho que tinha caído e machucado a perna. E mesmo sabendo de tudo isso, Percy ainda não se sentia culpado. Entendia perfeitamente o que estava fazendo, e ainda assim, deixou que Nico o consolasse, absorvendo a atenção que Nico lhe dava feito uma esponja no deserto.

No fim, eles acabaram voltando àquele mesmo restaurante que Nico tanto tinha gostado, pedindo outra garrafa de vinho e toda a macarronada que Nico foi capaz de comer. Ele sabia que devia pelo menos avisar a mãe que a esse ponto deveria estar preocupada sua ausência, mas Percy logo se esqueceu disso. Contente, observou Nico comer com vontade e beber mais da metade da garrafa de vinho como se fosse água, bem menos bêbado que na vez anterior. Percy não se importava, porque, na realidade, estava exatamente onde queria estar, com Nico sorrindo para ele e prestando atenção somente nele.

***

Imediatamente, Nico soube que algo estava errado. Ou melhor, que eles estavam caindo nos mesmos vícios de antes. Para falar a verdade, era difícil se preocupar com essas coisas. Era muito, principalmente quando Percy estava tão perto e cheirava tão bem, aqueles braços fortes em volta dele e os beijos que o faziam estremecer. Mas ele precisava… precisava… 

— Lindo. — Percy murmurou contra seus lábios, o puxando para perto até que não restasse nenhuma distância entre seus corpos. Eles ainda estavam no restaurante e essa não era uma atitude adequada para se ter em um lugar público.

— Per. Para com isso.

— Hm? Eu não-- eu sinto muito.

— A gente precisa conversar.

Isso fez Percy parar. Nico viu Percy respirar fundo e o encarar todo sério. Isso era pior ainda, a expressão no rosto de Percy o fazia querer abrir as pernas e obedecer tudo o que Percy mandasse, e ele sabia exatamente o que Percy pediria se eles se deixassem levar.

— A gente não precisa conversar. — Percy falou quando ele não disse nada.

— Não precisa?

— Eu sei de tudo. É o meu comportamento.

— Se você sabe… 

— Não consigo me controlar.

Hm… isso era uma evolução. Ele acenou e sorriu, orgulhoso de Percy.

— Sei que não é certo.

— E o que mais?

— Vou tentar melhorar.

Nico deixou o ar sair e relaxou contra o assento do restaurante.

— Olha, eu não me importo de verdade.

— Não? — Agora Percy parecia sinceramente confuso.

— Eu sei quem você é e porque faz essas coisas. Talvez eu tenha certa culpa… 

— Então, qual o problema?

— Isso afeta sua relação com as pessoas. Você é capitão e vai ser orador da turma. Não quero que isso… que nosso relacionamento destrua o que você lutou para conquistar.

— Nico. — Foi quando ele viu Percy arregalar os olhos e o encarar com um olhar perdido.

— Você sabe que eu não fui embora por causa de você, não sabe?

— Eu pensei que… 

— Per, você não é o problema, nem mesmo sua mania de nos isolar dos outros me incomoda.

— Eu sou horrível.

— Eu também sou. Eu… eu te incentivei. Quando alguém mostrava interesse em você, eu… não me orgulho do que fiz.

— O que você fez? — E onde ele achava que veria julgamento, Percy mostrou a ele a pura curiosidade.

— Você lembra da Rachel e dos irmãos Stroll? Não quero falar disso. O problema aqui é que eu… eu não queria sexo e não sabia como dizer isso pra você, então, eu… eu fugi e agora… tudo está pior!

— Não diga isso. Eu prometo que--

— Não, você não entende! Eu senti sua falta todos os dias. Nunca mais quero passar por isso. Eu… eu… você nunca mais vai se livrar de mim! Está me ouvindo! Nunca mais! — Para provar seu ponto, ele puxou Percy pela jaqueta e o beijou, praticamente batendo seus dentes.

— Bebê.

— Não, não é isso. Quero dizer que agora você não tem razão para me deixar estragar as coisas.

— Nico. — Percy falou aquilo tão baixinho e suavemente que ele teve que parar por um momento. — Você é a melhor coisa na minha vida. Eu te amo, é minha culpa você pensar dessa forma.

— Não é sua culpa. E eu… eu também te amo.

Pronto, Nico tinha dito o que precisava. Por algum motivo sentia um aperto no coração, uma pressão no peito que só o toque de Percy aliviava. Ele mal conseguia pensar racionalmente, porque nada daquilo era racional. Não essa possessividade que ambos sentiam ou essa necessidade de estar perto um do outro. Não podia ser saudável. Ou normal. Como as outras pessoas podiam viver sem se sentir tão amadas e desejadas como ele sentia ao olhar para Percy?

— Está tudo bem. — Percy disse, esfuziante em seu sorrir. — Você pertence a mim e eu pertenço a você. Pode não ser comum, mas porque resistir a isso?

— Está tudo bem mesmo?

— Está, eu prometo. Vou fazer de tudo para que dessa vez as coisas deem certo. Você confia em mim?

— Eu confio. — Como ele podia não confiar quando seu corpo e alma se elevavam com o simples toque de dedos contra sua nuca e lábios molhados contra os seus?

— Você não precisa se preocupar, está tudo sobre controle.

Ele acreditou. 

Com um suspiro aliviado, Nico se deixou ser abraçado e consolado. Confiaria que Percy cuidasse de tudo, exatamente como sempre tinha sido.

***

Cena Bônus: Achei que esse capítulo ficou pequeno, então decidi trazer uma cena do passado. Um presente curto para vocês.

— Obrigado por vir. — Percy Jackson abriu a porta e deu passagem para ela entrar. 

Clarisse estranhou imediatamente, eles não eram os melhores amigos e nunca seriam. Ela não sabia explicar, Percy costuma ter uma aura de quem pisaria em qualquer um para ter o que queria… ou melhor dizendo, Percy era um das pessoas mais intimidadoras que ela já tinha conhecido. Clarisse sabia que Percy usava sua altura e força para se destacar, mas era algo mais do que isso. Sinceramente? Nunca pensou que fosse ser convidada para participar das festas dos populares, e muito menos pelo garotinho magro e nerd que sentava todas as aulas ao lado do capitão psicopata de basquete. O que mais a constrangia era como da noite para o dia a atitude de Percy tinha mudado, de valentão para polidamente educado.

Era por isso que nesse momento Clarisse estava parada em frente a porta de Percy Jackson, hesitando em dar o próximo passo. Nunca se sabia o que poderia ter dentro da casa de um psicopata. Mas, enfim, quando parecia que nenhum dos se renderia, Percy estendeu a mão. Entretanto, ele só pegou a travessa com os sanduíches e salgadinhos de suas mãos quando ela ofereceu a ele primeiro.

— Isso é muita coisa. — Ele disse, obviamente fazendo força para parecer simpático.

— Não foi nada. — Não foi mesmo, eles tinham encomendado no dia anterior. Talvez sua mãe tenha exagerado.

A verdade é que ela não sabia ao certo o que levar. Tudo o que Nico tinha dito era para ela trazer alguma coisa e aparecer até o meio-dia. Geralmente ela ficaria bem longe daquele tipo de gente, mas Annabeth tinha pedido para ela espionar, por isso estava ali, tentando ser civilizada com a pessoa mais selvagem que ela já tinha conhecido.

— Entre. — Foi tudo o que ele disse antes de dar as costas e seguir pelo longo corredor para dentro da casa.

Ela o seguiu, se surpreendendo pelo tamanho da sala de estar. Ali havia uma grande mesa de buffet onde Percy tinha colocado os salgados, sofás longos e confortáveis, puffs, um telão de cinema e tanta comida que ela achava ser impossível de comer, sem contar os móveis de bom gosto, decoração em tons pastéis e uma maravilhosa vista para um jardim bem cuidado e uma piscina olímpica.

— Se sinta à vontade. — Sem esperar, Percy desapareceu subindo as escadas e entrou em outro corredor.

— Ele é assim mesmo. Você se acostuma.

Distraída, Clarisse deu um pulo e olhou em direção ao sofá. Era Grover! Finalmente alguém decente nesse lugar.

— O que está acontecendo aqui? Cadê as pessoas dessa festa. 

— Festa? É mais uma noite do pijama.

— Noite do pijama?

— Percy e Nico não gostam de confusão.

— Hm? — Ela não estava entendendo nada.

— A gente se reúne pra comer alguma coisa e assistir um filme. Às vezes pra jogar alguma coisa.

— É isso que vocês gente rica fazem?

— Não, mas Percy e Nico gostam assim.

— “Percy e Nico”? Eles são uma entidade por acaso? Um ser único?

Isso fez Grover gargalhar. Sentando no sofá, o garoto segurou a barriga e jogou a cabeça para trás.

— Você está mais certa do que pensa! Gostei de você, acho que vai se encaixar muito bem com a gente.

— A gente? Quem exatamente? Não estou vendo ninguém.

— Gente, temos companhia! — Grover colocou a mão em volta da boca e gritou, criando um eco pela sala. Miraculosamente, pessoas começaram a vir de todas as direções, escadas abaixo, e de cada corredor ou porta fechada.

— Clarisse, é bom te ver. Como vai a esgrima? 

Silena foi a primeira a se aproximar. Ela tinha sido sua parceira por anos antes de ter que se focar nos estudos e nas líderes de torcida. Beckendorf estava atrás dela, todo sério e quieto. Quem Clarisse não esperava encontrar era Luke e Thalia, Leo também. Não que fosse surpresa, todos eram populares de seu próprio jeito. Ela só não entendia porque Annabeth não estava entre eles; ela parecia alguém que se encaixaria perfeitamente.

— O que te traz ao nosso humilde cafofo? — Luke perguntou todo charmoso, desfilando até se sentar a seu lado. — Nunca pensei que te viria aqui.

— Nico me convidou, então, eu vim. — Ela deu de ombros. Talvez ela só estivesse curiosa para saber como aquela gente vivia.

— Não se preocupe, logo perde a graça. Você vai ver.

Como se anunciando a deixa, Percy e Nico desceram as escadas, de mãos dadas e falando algo em um tom tão baixo que seria impossível escutar daquela distância. Entretanto, assim que Nico viu sua presença, ele veio até ela e a abraçou, dizendo: — Fico feliz que você tenha vindo. Está com fome?

— Talvez, depois.

— Certo. — Nico sorriu para ela, segurando em suas mãos rapidamente e se levantou indo em direção a Percy que tinha observado tudo de braços cruzados e com a expressão mais ameaçadora que ela já tinha visto. Isso é, tudo isso aconteceu antes de Nico se voltar para Percy, pois no instante seguinte, Percy sorriu, mostrando dentes brancos e covinhas bonitas, com tanto amor no olhar e oferecendo apenas bondade e felicidade para Nico, que Clarisse pensou que Percy fosse duas pessoas diferentes.

Ela estava ali há cinco minutos e achava ser suicídio social tentar fazer qualquer coisa que atrapalhasse o que estava acontecendo entre os garotos. E a cada momento que passava, se surpreendia mais. Viu em câmera lenta Percy receber Nico entre seus braços e o apertar bem forte para em seguida beijar a testa de Nico, enquanto Nico apenas sorria contente, praticamente engolido pelo corpo de Percy. Ela nunca tinha visto um gesto tão fraternal se tornar tão sexual e possessivo em meros segundos.

— Isso é normal? Nico precisa de ajuda? — Ela cochichou para Grover e Luke que estavam a seu lado.

— Você acha que ele precisa?

Era uma boa pergunta. Quase desaparecendo atrás de Percy, viu Nico arrastar Percy para o meio da sala e se sentar entre os puffs, em frente a uma mesinha de centro. Logo alguém trouxe alguns pratos de comida para perto deles e todos começaram a comer, mesmo que os pratos estivessem mais próximos de Nico. Isso é, quase todos começaram a comer, Percy apenas observou o desenrolar dos fatos, parecendo fiscalizar o que acontecia ao redor dele com um olhar satisfeito vendo Nico comer com entusiasmo.

— Quer mais? — Percy perguntou a Nico. E sem esperar a resposta, voltou com uma bandeja cheia de mini-pizzas. — O seu favorito.

— Obrigado, Per. — Nico sorriu docemente e sua voz soou ainda mais amorosa, destilando mel, açúcar e tudo de bom no mundo.

— Acho que vou vomitar.

Clarisse concordava com Luke, meio hipnotizada vendo aquela cena doméstica. Felizmente ela foi quebrada quando Percy olhou para eles com um sorriso de canto para lá de cínico, dizendo: 

— O banheiro fica na segunda porta à direita. — Entretanto, Percy logo disse, se lembrando de ser um anfitrião: — Porque vocês não pegam um prato. Não quero ter que jogar comida fora.

E já que ele dizia de forma tão amável, por que não?

Clarisse foi a primeira a se levantar e ir até a mesa do buffet. Ela começou com um pedaço de bolo de limão e um copo de suco de maçã. Se sentou ao lado de Nico e dessa vez, não parecia que Percy iria a fuzilar com o olhar. Percy sinceramente parecia contente em se sentar colado a Nico e vê-lo comer com um olhar enamorado. 

Até o fim da noite, assistindo o segundo filme e vendo Nico dormir sobre o ombro de Percy na maior demonstração de amor que ela já tinha visto, Clarisse chegou a uma clara conclusão. Tinha pena de Annabeth e de qualquer um que tentasse ficar no caminho de Percy Jackson e seu doce companheiro que de inocente tinha apenas o sorriso.

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— Por que tanta comida? — Era a grande questão da noite. 

Clarisse percebeu que assim que um prato se esvaziava, outro substituía seu lugar, um mais gostoso do que o outro. Tudo o que ela sabia é que não aguentava mais, e que não conseguia parar de comer.

— A família do Percy tem um restaurante.

— Eu sei disso. Todo mundo sabe.

— Nos considere um grupo de testadores. — Nico disse a ela, comendo um doce que Clarisse não sabia o que era. — Se a gente gosta, entra no cardápio. Se não, em revisão.

— A questão é. Quem fez tudo isso?

— Eu e Sally. — Nico deu de ombros e sorriu quando viu a reação de Clarisse.

— Você sabe cozinhar?

— Desde pequeno.

— Você não é rico? — Quando Nico olhou para ela, todo confuso, Clarisse completou: — Quer dizer, você não tem empregados para isso?

— Cozinho quando estou nervoso ou ansioso.

— Sério?

— Pra gente, comida é um gesto de amor.

Mas Nico não falava isso olhando para ela, não, Nico tinha as mãos no colo e seu rosto estava corado, observando Percy conversar com um grupo de garotos perto da varanda enquanto eles continuavam perto da mesinha de centro.

 — Um gesto de amor?

— Sei que Percy parece grosseiro às vezes. É só que ele tem dificuldade em confiar nas pessoas.

— E você?

— Eu confio nele.

— Claro.

— Sabe… a gente cuida dos nossos amigos…

— O que isso quer dizer?

Nico sorriu de novo para ela, seus olhos negros brilhando, enquanto ele mordia mais um pedaço do doce. Logo Clarisse entendeu o que acontecia, Percy vinha caminhando em direção a eles, todo orgulhoso de si mesmo. Num primeiro momento Clarisse não tinha entendido nada, e só percebeu a armadilha quando um garoto menor apareceu atrás de Percy. Era Chris, o garoto que ela tinha visto pelos corredores e nunca tinha tido a coragem de falar com ele.

Era até engraçado. Percy puxou Chris para a frente e deu um empurrão no garoto até que ele estivesse em sua frente, o rosto corado de vergonha.

— Clarisse, quero te apresentar Chris Rodriguez.

— A gente já se viu por aí.

— Isso é ótimo, não? — Percy piscou para ela e guiou Nico pelo braço tão rapidamente para longe que quando viu, ela e Chris estavam sozinhos. E já que eles estavam ali… por que não? Ela sorriu para Chris, pensando que no fundo Percy Jackson não era tão ruim assim.

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E então, o que acharam? Sei que as ultimas cenas deviam ser curtas, mas eu não consigo me controlar. Também não queria fazer flashbacks, entretanto eles são tão interessantes que vou fazer mais alguns. Eles vão ficar meio bagunçados, nada que atrapalhe na compreensão da história, mas com toda certeza vou ter que revisar a ordem deles dentro dos capítulos.

Espero que tenha sido uma boa leitura. Sugestões e comentários construtivos são sempre bem-vindos!

Ah, esqueci de avisar, espero que cenas +18 não estejam muito estranhas e que talvez a contagem de palavras passe as 50 mil palavras, vou tentar me controlar, mas vocês me conhecem. Me desejem sorte.

Também fica defino o cronograma de postagem. Uma vez por semana nas quartas-feiras.

Obrigada por ler!

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

Hi, how are you? I'm late, but I'm here. In this chapter we develop our protagonists' relationship a little more. I hope you enjoy it.

CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI / CHAPTER VII / CHAPTER VIII / CHAPTER IX / CHAPTER X / CHAPTER XI / CHAPTER XII / CHAPTER XIII / CHAPTER XIV / CHAPTER XV / CHAPTER XVI / CHAPTER XVII / CHAPTER XVIII / CHAPTER XIX / CHAPTER XX / CHAPTER XXI / CHAPTER XXII / CHAPTER XXIII / CHAPTER XXIV / CHAPTER XXV

Nico snuggled deeper into Percy's arms, sighed, and feeling content, picked up the diary next to his pillow. The sun was still hiding in the sky and Nico already felt energized, the excess energy only encouraged that feeling of contentment to intensify. However, something held him in place, making him look out the window, allowing Nico to see the pool and the barbecue area. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that one day he would be so happy, feeling on top of the world.

Things weren't always easy, but Nico wouldn't trade Percy's presence for anything in the world.

He peeked out of the corner of his eye and saw that Percy was still asleep, sprawled out on the bed. Arms spread, belly up, with nothing to cover his body. Nico couldn't help but laugh, his chest growing warmer at the overwhelming thought. If Nico had known the power he had,that with a few words and a little courage, he could have all his  wishes granted, Nico would have done it years ago. Or maybe, he wouldn't. Maybe everything was happening at the right time and at the right moment.

The truth is, it took a long time for Nico to feel like himself, like he was someone worthy of having his own wants and desires, and not merely an object that other people could use.

He remembered very little of his childhood, most of his memories of his mother preserved in photographs, others, cooking or tending the garden with her, everything else lost in the long days before meeting Percy, leaving him with phantom feelings and impressions, hidden in a part of his mind that Nico could not access. However, if there was one thing that Nico still remembered, it was being a shy, lonely and traumatized boy; all he felt was fear and loneliness, alone in his crystal world, made of fictional superheroes and damsels in distress; his mother dead and abandoned by his father, a sister who, when she had time, paid attention to him, saying that his father was busy, but that she loved him. That was why, from an early age, Nico learned not to trust people. They approached him for a reason and they would always take something from him, even his sister, who at that time insisted on convincing him that staying there was better than returning to Italy and, in fact, it was Hades who asked her to keep Nico away from his real family, because, that way, the man would continue to have access to his mother's money as his legal guardian.

In the end, everyone was the same, everyone had the intention of taking advantage of him in one way or another. That is, until Percy showed up. First, Percy offered help. Then, a home, a family, company, affection. And instead of asking something from him, Percy offered and kept offering, leaving him confused for years. Even the money that Nico never had trouble getting, Percy made a point of offering. Or rather, sharing it with him. For many years Nico couldn't understand, how could someone give so much and not want anything in return?

Well, now Nico understood what Percy wanted from him. It just hadn't crossed his mind that Percy might be looking for a friend.

This was so sad and ironic that Nico wanted to cry, he wanted to go back in time and relive everything. Every moment and every laugh, every hug and innocent night shared. He wanted to go back and fix his mistakes before they even happened, he wished he had appreciated it more how things were and changed what happened in these last two years away from Percy, even though they had been essential for both of them.

No, it was better not to torture himself over something he couldn't fix. Nico wiped his face and opened the diary, flipping through the pages, realizing that only now that he had returned to Percy's side, the desire to draw and write had returned with him. It was strange, Nico might have even drawn when he was at his grandmother's house, something to keep himself busy, just to show that everything was okay and to reconnect with his grandfather and cousins. Even the small passages he wrote, those little scribbles, made in the hope that Percy would read them, were something he had lost the will to do during those years away from here.

In some ways, it was liberating. The freedom to do something because he wanted to and to know that Percy accepted him as he was, even if it was his deepest, most humiliating desires, and that Percy still chose to be with him was... it was the best feeling in the world.

Nico brought his hand to his throat, fingering the diamonds in his collar, and looked back at Percy, sleeping peacefully beside him, his chest rising and falling slowly, his long legs stretched out on the bed, a considerable bulge resting between them. Should Nico write something that... would continue to encourage Percy to feel as free as he did? Maybe Nico could reflect on last night?

Nico bit his lip and shrugged. That was why Percy had given him the diary, wasn't it?

“My safe word isn’t ‘no.’ Begging you to stop doesn’t mean I’m telling you to stop.

Tears, crying, and moaning are not a safe word. If I need to use it, I will. Until then, have fun.”

Nico stared at what he had written for a moment. He never imagined that someday he would be writing this kind of thing, but... it felt like something was missing. After all, Percy was giving him exactly what Nico had always wanted, so why not tell him everything he thought? Percy knew all his secrets, what was the harm in telling him all his thoughts too?

“Sometimes I’m not sure about anything. Other times, my whole being wants to be dominated and subjugated by you. Sometimes, I want you to force me, to hold me against the bed and give me no choice. Other times, I want you to just hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay. Can you decide these things for me? Can you give me pleasure and make me feel pain, just enough so that the memories of the past fade away?

I'm confused. Other people have hurt me and none of them have made me feel the way you do. Why is it different with you? Why do fear and uncertainty make me float with you?

So don't ask me what I want, just do it. I'll never blame you, you'll never disappoint me. Because I know that with you, I'm safe.”

Gods! He quickly closed the diary and brought it to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut. This wasn't exactly what Nico had in mind! What would Percy think of him? He hadn't meant to put all this weight on Percy's shoulders! He knew perfectly well that it wasn't right or fair to expect Percy to do... do this for him! Nico didn't even know what he was thinking anymore, he was just sure that he didn't want anything to change. Maybe if he hid the diary, Nico could avoid yet another forced therapy session.

Yes, that was what Nico was going to do it! He grabbed the diary and moved forward, wondering where he would hide it. Nico would have done it if Percy's hand hadn't moved to his waist, holding him tight and pulling him towards him. That made Nico stop, staying where he was, like a statue, now pressed against Percy's chest, the sleepy voice sounding near his ear.

"Where does my baby think he's going? Hmm?”

"Per! I... I..." Nico didn't know what to do. If he stuck his face under the pillow and never came out of there, would that be acceptable?  "I couldn't sleep.”

"Then, let Daddy rock you to sleep.”

Nico found it amazing how Percy could turn a simple sentence into a command. Or how he could sound so sexual without putting in any effort in it. Maybe it was all in his head, his anxiety making him see things that weren't even there.

“Baby,” Percy called in that velvety voice, and all his efforts to pretend nothing had happened went down the drain.

Nico turned in Percy's arms and faced him, feeling his body heat up as Percy got closer, now hugging him from behind and massaging his neck, running his hands through his hair. It was these moments that made him realize that he would do whatever Percy told him to do.

"Where did that little head of yours go, hm?”

When Nico continued to stare at him, Percy continued, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

"How about you let go of the diary?”

"Oh.”

Nico hadn't even realized what he was doing, he was hugging the diary to his chest, keeping Percy away from him.

Slowly, Percy raised his hand and took the diary from Nico's hands, staring at the cover of the notebook for a few seconds.

"What are you up to? If I open this, will I find a surprise?”

"What? No! Of course... no." Nico felt his face heat up and tried to think of a better excuse. If he acted quickly, he could still get out of this situation unharmed.

Unfortunately, Nico was too slow. Still smiling, Percy opened the diary, finding the last written page, marked by the pen.

Nico didn't want to look, he didn't! He buried his face in Percy's neck and hoped for the best.

"Hm. Now, now. Safe words? And.." Then, Percy stopped talking in the next moment, tensing up.

However, it seemed that Percy was willing to keep the truce between them. He merely moved and pulled Nico closer, making him sit on his lap. Percy grabbed Nico by the neck, making Nico face him, and kissed his lips, a soft and unhurried touch.

"I love you too. No matter what happens.”

Nico could only nod in agreement, watching Percy's green eyes shine in the dim light of the room.

"I always forget how strong you are. How much you've lived." Percy slid his fingers down the back of Nico's neck and began to stroke his hair there, looking at him seriously. "I promise I won't ask anymore, I won't doubt your decisions.”

"You don't have to do these things for me. It's very selfish.”

"I want to do it. I like it. I feel guilty for liking it so much." Percy seemed to think for a few moments and then spoke again, his voice softening, but his gaze burning Nico completely. “If I could, I would put you on a leash and not take my eyes off you. I would control all your thoughts and desires, your pleasure and your pain, your orgasms.”

"And why don't you do it?" Nico found himself saying, diving into the fantasy.

Well, maybe it wasn't a fantasy. Maybe Nico would be willing to do that and more if Percy made that decision for them.

"It's not right. I wouldn't be any different from Hades." However, Percy seemed to be really thinking about it, stroking Nico's hair as if he were a docile pet. "We can start slowly.”

Nico thought he had moaned, feeling a tremor run through his body, as if Percy was doing much more than just touch his hair and talk to him.

"What do you think about this? Want to try it?”

Nico nodded again, forgetting about the diary, the old memories, and the thin walls.

"How?”

"Hmmm." Percy stared at him for a few more moments, making his anxiety reach new peaks of adrenaline. Nico didn't need to worry because Percy soon had mercy on him. "Take the box I showed you yesterday. It's on the floor near the wardrobe.”

With shaky legs, Nico obeyed. He got out of bed, his legs feeling weak and almost tripped in the dark room, spotting the box in a corner near the wall. Nico picked it up and brought it close to Percy who opened it, revealing the items inside.

"W... what is this?”

The question was rhetorical, of course.

It wasn’t that Nico didn’t know what those things were. What was important to note was the intention behind the gesture. A muzzle, a blindfold, soft handcuffs, and a large, thickly textured pink collar. Something Nico had seen a few months ago, but never thought he would get to wear it. The collar was so big and looked so heavy…

“What do you think?” Percy asked again, watching him closely.

"I don't know." Nico whispered, distracted by the thought of what it all meant.

"Go ahead, choose one of them.”

Nico couldn't help but grab the pink collar and gasp. Maybe he was in shock, maybe it was the surprise. The leather strap was heavier than he thought, soft to the touch, but simple and beautiful. It almost felt like he was being proposed to for the third time. Like, this time it seemed to be something decisive, didn't it? A physical proof that was impossible not to notice, since the collar was bigger than his head.

“Did you like it?”

Nico finally looked at Percy, immediately regretting it. Percy wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary. He was, in fact, standing still, with his back against the bed frame, Percy was not even touching him. Was it all in his head? Has Percy always looked at him that way? Or was it something new, something hidden? Nico wasn't sure, but if he could bet, it seemed like Percy wanted to do something really bad to him, something that Nico would willingly let him do, and that probably neither of them would feel any remorse for.

“Oh.” Nico gasped, his reaction coming too late, realizing that maybe what Percy had said about… about putting him on a leash wasn’t just to make Nico feel good. 

For a moment Nico felt the need to run away, like last time, feeling like a prey, like he was going to be devoured if he wasn’t careful. This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? For Percy to dominate him completely? For him to not hold back? He just hadn’t expected… this. All of this. He hadn’t expected to feel so desired.

Percy shifted, leaning toward him, and Nico let it happen, realizing what he felt was far from fear. He let Percy take the collar from his hands and place the heavy leather around his neck, above his choker, buckling the bolt tight enough for the collar to stay in place.

Nico gasped and put his hands to his throat, holding onto the collar and Percy's hands, who was still holding him by the neck. Nico couldn't help but notice, Percy had that intense and strange expression on his face, his fingers around his neck, enjoying the texture of the leather against his warm skin, caressing where his neck met the collar. Nico didn't understand, he thought he was going to pass out, no matter how much air he got into his lungs or if the collar wasn't so tight. His hands were shaking, his eyes were watering, his head was spinning. His body was throbbing.

“Baby,” Percy finally said, breaking some of the tension. His voice was playful, laughing at his face, but low and husky, mocking him and comforting him in equal measures. “Breathe.”

Nico didn't like this. He thought it was wrong and that in the end, it was all just a fantasy. Now that he was faced with the reality, he didn't know if he could face it. Maybe... maybe he wasn't so submissive after all and just wanted to... feel protected?

"Shhhh, it's okay. I'm taking it off now. See? It's over.”

Percy raised his hand and showed that, indeed, the collar was now in his hands. So why did Nico still feel so... so ready to run away or have a panic attack, but so excited and anxious, that the feeling made him freeze like a small animal about to be slaughtered?

"It's okay if you're not ready, it's a big responsibility.”

"I hate you!" Nico screamed, frustration leaving his body with the high-pitched sound.

No, that wasn't true. He didn't hate Percy, but sometimes he hated what Percy made him feel. Or the problem was that he liked it more than he should.

"You hate me, do you?" Percy dropped the collar on a random corner of the bed and grabbed his hair, pulling it, making Nico moan. "I'm showing you what it means to be a submissive.”

"I... I didn't ask for this!”

“You think you can just get away with the easy parts and ignore the rest?” Percy didn’t raise his voice or even look angry, though his eyes were still bright and his expression was as serious as before, maybe even more intense. But there was something… something that burned inside him and sent shivers down his spine.

"I didn't mean to--"

"You never do.”

The truth was, Nico hadn't thought about it. Did he just want the easy part? It had to be true. It wasn't the first time he'd tried to run away. Maybe that was the solution.

"Hmmm… I have to consent, right? So, I... allow you... to…”

"What are you trying to say, Nico?”

"I consent to you forcing me when I don't want to... I allow you to stop me from running away, if I try to.”

"Gods, Nico!" Now Percy looked like the same boy he knew, his face contorted between a grimace of pain and a maniacal smile. "What do I do with you?”

"Don't leave me.”

“Gods!” Percy practically growled, catching him off guard in a tight hug, pressing their shoulders and abdomen together. “Let’s forget about this. Neither of us are ready for that step.”

"Liar " Now that Nico saw it, it was so obvious. Percy had always been ready, he was just the one who was still too innocent to realize what was happening before it was too late.

“Okay,” Percy agreed. “How about we save the collar for... special occasions?”

"Like what?”

"When you're excited, there's no one around and... you want something more intense.”

"Like last night?”

“Of course,” Percy said. So why did Nico think that wasn’t the case?

So, what do you think? Comments are always welcome.

See you soon!

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