Auroraescritora - Aurora Escritora

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

i just think it’s hilarious how when percy disappears and jason shows up to chb, everyone is like “sorry don’t have time looking for our favourite person in the world bye” but when jason disappears and percy shows up at cj……. they’re like oh. wait can we keep him?

To be a demigod napping in the sun with your bf🤲

Nico and Percy

Okay so I’ve received a lot of asks about Nico and Percy and how Percy treated Nico and someone else sent me a link to a post that had more stuff.

90% of the stuff I’ve seen is either inaccurate or taken out of context.

Lets start with the choking scene.

This scene happened right after Nico lied to Percy to trick him into coming to see Hades so that Nico could learn more about his mom. They were meant to go to the Styx in order to give Percy the Achilles Curse so they had a chance at winning the war. This resulted in Percy being locked up by Hades.

Nico did not intend for this to happen, but he did knowingly lie to Percy. Percy understandably did not trust Nico after that.

The mountain of darkness loomed above me. A foot the size of Yankee Stadium was about to smash me when a voice hissed: ‘Percy!’

I lunged out blindly. Before I was fully awake, I had Nico pinned to the floor of the cell with the edge of my sword at his throat.

‘Want – to – rescue,’ he choked.

Anger woke me up fast. ‘Oh, yeah? And why should I trust you?’

‘No – choice?’ he gagged.

I wished he hadn’t said something logical like that. I let him go. (The Last Olympian page 60).

As you can see, the initial action was taken before Percy was even awake. After he was awake, and got through his initial anger at the betrayal with Nico’s comment, he released Nico and they escaped.

He acknowledged silently later that he didn’t trust Nico anymore and Nico was aware that his actions meant he wasn’t trusted.

So the choking scene: not Percy being unreasonably cruel to Nico.

Threats is another common thing I see people bring up and… I’m genuinely baffled by that one. The closest I can think of is the scene I quoted above? But that doesn’t seem to fit? Anyone want to quote some threats Percy made to Nico? Because I don’t know any.

Next up! The claims that Percy said they should leave Nico to suffocate. Funnily enough he actually says the opposite, multiple times.

Percy stared at his jelly donut. He had a rocky history with Nico di Angelo. The guy had once tricked him into visiting Hades’s palace, and Percy had ended up in a cell. But most of the time, Nico sided with the good guys. He certainly didn’t deserve slow suffocation in a bronze jar, and Percy couldn’t stand seeing Hazel in pain.

“We’ll rescue him,” he promised her. “We have to. The prophecy says he holds the key to endless death.”

Is this first time kind? Not necessarily. But it’s certainly not saying to leave Nico. For multiple reasons, he didn’t deserve, Percy didn’t want Hazel to hurt, and (what he says outloud) Nico is an important figure in the war.

Percy also makes a comment later when they feared they’d be too late

The vision zoomed in again. Inside the jar, Nico di Angelo was curled in a ball, no longer moving, all the pomegranate seeds eaten.

“We’re too late,” Jason said.

“No,” Percy said. “No, I can’t believe that. Maybe he’s gone into a deeper trance to buy time. We have to hurry.”

Funny, this doesn’t sound like someone advocating to leave Nico to die. In fact it sounds like someone almost desperate to save him, or at least hoping strongly that they’ll succeed.

Interestingly there were comments about leaving Nico, but not from Percy. They came from Jason and Leo.

“Uh…” Leo shifted in his chair. “One thing. The giants are expecting us to do this, right? So we’re walking into a trap?”

Hazel looked at Leo like he’d made a rude gesture. “We have no choice!”

“Don’t get me wrong, Hazel. It’s just that your brother, Nico… he knew about bothcamps, right?”

“Well, yes,” Hazel said.

“He’s been going back and forth,” Leo said, “and he didn’t tell either side.” Jason sat forward, his expression grim. “You’re wondering if we can trust the guy. So am I.”

Hazel shot to her feet. “I don’t believe this. He’s my brother. He brought me back from the Underworld, and you don’t want to help him?”

Frank put his hand on her shoulder. “Nobody’s saying that.” He glared at Leo. “Nobody had better be saying that.”

Leo blinked. “Look, guys. All I mean is—”

“Hazel,” Jason said. “Leo is raising a fair point. I remember Nico from Camp Jupiter. Now I find out he also visited Camp Half-Blood. That does strike me as… well, a little shady. Do we really know where his loyalties lie? We just have to be careful.” (Mark of Athena page 125)

How interesting that they’re the ones making comments about leaving Nico…

Next of course I’ve heard the wonder bread brought up? And I had to key word search wonder bread in the books to figure out what that was about and it appears to be a single thought Percy had while they were trying to rescue Nico.

Nico started to crawl away, groaning. Percy wanted him to move faster and to groan less. He considered throwing his Wonder bread at him. (Mark of Athena page 357)

Percy did not actually throw the bread for anyone wondering, and I hardly see how the panicking thought of trying to get them all out of there and keep Nico from being noticed by the people he was escaping from is even something for you to hold against him.

Finally the thing I hear the most, Percy calling Nico creepy and spreading rumors.

Creepy is used in MoA 5 times, in HoH 2 times, and BoO 8 times.

In MoA it’s used by Percy once, and that time is describing Persephone’s garden, not Nico. This comment is also only made in his thoughts, not outloud.

Funnily enough Leo does mentally refer to Nico as creepy in MoA

Nico and Hazel shared a look, maybe comparing notes on their Hades/Pluto death radar. Leo shivered. Hazel had never seemed like a child of the Underworld to him, but Nico di Angelo—that guy was creepy. (Mark of Athena page 396)

In HoH it is used once by Jason in regards to Nico, not at all by Percy.

Nico gave him a thin, creepy smile. ‘Ah … that legend.’ (House of Hades page 164)

In BoO it’s actually used by Nico about himself.

By now, Will Solace realized just how creepy and revolting Nico di Angelo was. Of course, Nico didn’t care what he thought. But still …  (Blood of Olympus page 317)

And once by Reyna about Nico

Reyna had stitched up the gashes on his biceps, which gave Nico a slightly creepy Frankenstein look, but the cuts were still swollen and red. (Blood of Olympus page 140)

So uh, no Percy did not call Nico creepy. And I have found no evidence of Percy spreading rumors so like with the threats, feel free to find me quotes proving that claim.

Concluding all of this I will point out that prior to book 5 (TLO) Percy was doing everything in his power to find Nico and protect him. After book 5 Percy only had one physical altercation with him (when he was half asleep and right after the betrayal occurred) and otherwise did not hold it against him beyond having his trust broken. As time went on we know from Percy’s thoughts that he doesn’t trust Nico, but he makes no comments saying such and agrees to help rescue him and does everything he can to do so.

Their conflicts are understandable due to their history. Percy’s feelings on Nico are complicated but understandable and he has not let it interfere with their jobs, if anything it interfered in a negative way making them risk the quest to save Nico (though Nico was a key figure needed to succeed in the end).

Overall I don’t know where these claims come from beyond people wanting to find issues with Percy (to the point they make stuff up).

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SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter XXIX and Chapter XXX

Hi, how are you all? I hope you like today's chapter!

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 and Chapter XXI / Chapter XXII and Chapter XXIII / Chapter XXIV, Chapter XXV and Chapter XXVI / Chapter XXVII and Chapter XXVIII

Chapter XXIX

Nico had never felt so uncomfortable in his entire life.

Before he knew it, he was climbing the stairs with the children pulling him by the hand, and, guided by them, he entered Percy's room. They placed the suit he would wear on top of the huge double bed and ran out, closing the door as they fled down the stairs.

He had never noticed how wide and spacious Percy's room was. There was a large window that let in plenty of light, the walls were a light cream color, and the sheets were a dark gray. At one end of the room was a floor-to-ceiling mirrored wardrobe, and at the other end, a bookshelf as tall as the wardrobe, filled with books and notebooks. However, what caught his attention the most was the enormous king-size bed that took up most of the room, although there was a table at the back with a laptop on top of it.

Now, Nico was trying to fix his tie, a dark gray, matching the color of his suit, overlaid with a cream-colored, almost white shirt. He looked in the mirror to adjust it and let it go, only to see the piece of cloth fall limp and lifeless around his neck.

"I don't think it should be like this." He muttered, defeated.

"Yeah, you're right.”

Typical. Nico looked at his reflection in the mirror and there was Percy behind him, his hands going around and circling his neck, squeezing and massaging it gently before moving to put the tie in the right place and untying the knot Nico had did, the most cliché scene of all possible clichés.

"That's not how you do it. You tuck the tie in, then cross it and--”

Yeah, Nico didn't hear a single word Percy was saying. He had missed him so much that... he just knew that the sound of Percy's voice lulled him and made something inside him calm down, taking him to a peaceful, beautiful, carefree place.

"There you go. See? It's not that difficult.”

He nodded, pretending to pay attention. But it seemed Nico hadn't fooled anyone.

Percy turned him around to face him and grabbed Nico by the shoulders, making Nico look at him closely.

"What's wrong?" Percy told him.

"Do I really need to go? And this outfit? It's a bit too much.”

“No, it's suitable for a suitable man.”

"I'm a man now?" So why did he feel like a little boy wearing a costume?

“You’re going to college and living alone, aren’t you?” Percy watched him for a moment and then smiled, seeming to approve of the outfit. “Obey and be a good boy, hmm? Now, your hair.”

And when had Percy picked up the comb and hair gel?

"Don't make that face. Just this once.”

Percy ran his fingers through Nico's hair and combed it, took some gel, applied a thin layer and with the comb, he stretched it back, doing the same motion until not a single hair was out of place.

"Now we're talking. Perfect and beautiful. Look at that. So charming.”

Nico had the urge to say “stop it”, but he bit his tongue before the words could come out. He didn’t want another accident to happen. The blush came anyway, how could it not? Percy held him by the chin and studied his features, running his fingers over the apple of his cheek and slowly moving down, brushing against the hairs that were beginning to grow there.

"Did you know your beard is growing?" Percy moved closer and continued to brush his fingers along the top of his neck.

"I forgot to take it off. " Nico replied in a somewhat numb voice. Maybe he should rethink that thing about not asking him to stop.

"Hmm… I like that. It makes you look more mature.”

"I know." Nico murmured.

This was so damn weird! Why did Percy have to do and say these things? No one but Percy acted this way around him.

Percy blinked slowly and seemed to realize what he was doing. He took a step back, looked once more at the clothes Nico was wearing, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Great, everything is in place." Percy spun around, looking around the room and finally found what he was looking for. His keys and wallet were on top of the cabinet next to the bed. “By the way, have you found a place to live yet? If you need one, I have an apartment less than fifteen minutes away from the Arts and History Department building. It's very big.”

"You know I can't accept it." Nico finally felt himself returning to normal. He also looked around and found his own cell phone on the bed.

"Why not? No one has used it for years. You would be doing me a favor, you would only have to pay for water and electricity. See? It wouldn't be free.”

That's what he says now, for Percy to change his mind wouldn't cost much.

"Percy." Nico snorted and walked out of the room.

"Okay! I just offered. Did you find anything?”

"I don't know. There's an apartment on the college campus. It seems nice.”

"Yeah, they're great. It's a good choice. I mean, they're not exactly as spacious as my apartment would be, but they're decent.”

Deciding to ignore the comment, Nico walked down the stairs with Percy right behind him, breathing down his neck.

"Is it a new perfume? I like it.”

Nico gave in. He sighed and walked the rest of the way down the stairs, like Percy wasn't even there. The kids squealed excitedly, telling him how handsome he looked. They both grabbed his hands and pulled him into the car. Percy followed, of course, calm and unhurried, Nico got in the driver's seat while the kids pulled him into the back, the two of them talking breathlessly during the drive to the Jackson senior residence.

***

As soon as they stopped in front of the Jackson mansion, the driver got out of the car and ran to open the door, offering his hand for Nico to get out of the car.

Hm… it was the first time someone had run to come and serve him, making him a little uncomfortable if Nico dared to say so. It was okay, because soon after Percy went around the other side of the vehicle and stood beside him, the children followed them, both holding his hands, distracting him from what was happening. As much as they tried, Nico couldn't help it, he looked around and saw how the people stopped everything they were doing to watch them walk down the red carpet towards the reception door.

It was at this moment that the flashes started, loud voices asking questions and microphones being pointed in his direction.

"It's okay." Nico heard Percy's voice and then, everything felt better. He only had time to look at Percy and see his serious look.

Percy moved forward and the sea of reporters parted, as though Percy's presence alone was warning enough, creating a passage that had previously been blocked.

Nico would say that some of them even looked scared.

"Don’t worry, it always happens. They try to take pictures and Daddy never lets them." Alice told him, all delicate in her light blue dress and hair tied in a high bun.

"It's fun to watch them try." Logan finished, smiling like he was watching a comedy movie. It was unbelievable how every day that passed he looked more like Percy in the way he acted, even though his appearance resembled Annabeth almost completely.

“Logan, behave yourself,” Percy said from beside them. Logan immediately straightened his spine and lost his smile, looking like a little prince in his black suit and red tie. As for Percy, he didn’t even need to comment. Wherever he went, he drew attention, no matter if he was wearing a designer suit or worn jeans.

“Let’s go.” Nico obeyed without thinking. Percy placed one of his hands on the small of his back and guided them forward, following the large oak double doors and the wide marble stairs that led them to the ballroom. He didn’t need to say that he felt strange, right? Out of place in this place? He was being thrown to the lions and Percy hadn’t even had the courage to tell him? What kind of person did that? So, before they entered the part where the party was taking place, he murmured to Percy:

"Is there something I need to know?”

"Like what? Which fork to use?”

"Do I need to know that?”

Percy then looked at him and smiled, transforming into the Percy he knew.

"Don't worry about it. Even if you eat with your hands, they wouldn't have the nerve to say anything.”

"Percy! Why am I here?”

"Why? I told you, they want to see--”

"Don't lie to me!" Nico stopped in the middle of the way and grabbed Percy's arm, the children stopped along with him, pretending they were hearing anything.

"Come on, Nico. It's nothing special.”

"If you don't tell me, I'm leaving now!”

"I already said--”

"Daddy wants Grandpa and Grandma to meet you." Logan whispered softly and then, he knew, Logan wasn't lying. Because Percy crossed his arms and glared at his son, saying "you traitor", but soon smiled again.

"Is this revenge? Was dinner with my parents that bad?”

"What? No. I just wanted to…”

"What? What did you want this time?”

"I wanted you to meet my family and feel welcome. You don't have to stay away from the children because of me.”

"I never-- oh." Nico then realized, Percy was talking about the future.

"Do you want me to see the kids when I go to college?”

"Why not?" Percy shrugged. "It's less than an hour away.”

"Okay." Nico sighed in defeat. "If you’re up to anything else…”

"I promise. And I keep all my promises.”

Sure… Nico decided to believe him this time. He held the children’s hands once more and Percy pushed open the door to the hall, and just like that, they entered, more than a hundred pairs of eyes staring at them with interest.

Chapter XXX

Less than five minutes into the place, Nico's head was already hurting. He had shaken hands with ten people, been introduced to at least twenty, and had three glasses of champagne. At least the canapés and seafood were comforting. And of course, as soon as they stepped into the room, the children had run to the table where they would sit during dinner, but him? Oh, he was forced to walk through the room with Percy hugging him tightly around the waist.

Usually, Nico wouldn't care, not at all, now imagine the entire room judging him as if he were a fly that only served to bother them?

"Percy, I think I should take care of the kids…”

"Why?" Percy said as he waved to some people who passed by them. Percy then leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Don't you like it?”

“People are staring,” Nico muttered, looking down at his shoes.

"Let them look. How could they not? Someone as beautiful as you?" Percy gently touched Nico's face, lifting his head with just one finger. "Never look away, they're the ones who don't deserve your attention.”

Nico hated it when Percy did that, as though he were a... a possession that Percy had every right to show off wherever he decided to go. It had happened at his parents' house and now it was happening again. The worst part was that deep down, he liked it, liked it much more than was acceptable. Much more than he would like to admit. So he took a deep breath and let go of Percy, taking a step back. Which didn't seem to make any difference, Percy insisted and took his hand, this time keeping his grip soft and loose.

"I promise it won’t take long. Do you trust me?" Nico just nodded and let Percy lead him further into the center of the room where an orchestra played and people danced, gliding in their sparkling dresses and well-tailored suits.

They walked a little further and right next to a platform, a man and a woman in their fifties were smiling at the guests who were greeting them. Nico didn't need much to know that they were Percy's parents. The woman's smile was identical to Percy's, easy and light, while the jaw, nose and eyes all came from the man who was as tall as Percy, almost two meters tall. As soon as Percy saw them, he walked faster towards them and opened his arms, welcoming his mother in a warm hug, saying something that made her smile, perhaps a little forced. But that could just be a wrong impression. Nico couldn't be sure.

"Miss Sally Jackson!" Now, speaking louder, Percy said and looked his mother up and down. "He certainly doesn't deserve you.”

"Percy." Delicately, Sally Jackson patted her son on the shoulder and smiled at him, so radiant that for a moment Nico forgot they were in front of so many spectators. But... something felt strange... It was such a perfect scene... "Be a good boy, will you?”

Sally pinched Percy's cheek and everyone around laughed. Nico was no different, and melting inside, he continued to watch that scene.

"Percy Jackson! What are you doing?" A firm voice shouted, plunging the happy atmosphere into shadows.

"What do you think, old man? Do I need to explain?”

"Have more respect, you--”

Then Percy approached his father and pulled him to a far corner. From where Nico was standing he could see Mr. Jackson gesturing angrily while Percy looked at his father with indifference and irritation, as tense as he had ever seen him before.

"Ah, you must be Nico, right?" Sally approached him, her heels making a soft click as she walked.

Sally stood in front of him, her face round and gentle, still smiling, like she was happy to see him. For a moment Nico could see Percy mirrored in her, but soon the mirage was gone; Sally was so delicate and elegant that the comparison quickly fell apart.

"Do you know who I am?”

"Of course. Percy always talks about you.”

"Does he?”

"Yes. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

In disbelief, Nico watched in slow motion as Sally Jackson, one of the most influential and wealthy women in the entire country, gently took his hands and squeezed them affectionately.

"We have to thank you for everything you've done for us. The kids are doing so well and Percy finally seems to be taking an interest in the family business.”

"Hmm… I’m happy for you?”

"Yes, it's a reason to celebrate. I'm sorry we couldn't meet earlier.”

"No, you don't need to--”

"Come on, you're very important to us. But look, we must look to the future.”

“I think so…?”

"Don't be shy. You're going to be a lawyer, aren't you? Are you planning on being a judge or maybe a district attorney? If you need help, we can make sure everything goes on the right track.”

“Madam--”

"Call me Sally, will you? Now that you're joining the family, we must do what's appropriate. I hope you understand.”

Nico paused for a moment, too shocked to say another word, and stared at Sally Jackson, wondering if he had heard correctly.

"I-- I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about.”

"Oh! I thought you and Percy were dating? He talks about you in such a serious way. It's really sweet.”

"I… I don't know. I mean-- we don't have anything. I'm just the kids' babysitter.”

"Just the babysitter?" She said and finally let go of his hands, bringing her own to her face. "I feel more at ease this way. I hope you can understand, people expect us to have a certain level of education and good taste. But if one day something unplanned happens, I hope you can meet the expectations that our family demands.”

Nico blinked, squinted for a moment, and when he opened them, he realized it wasn't a dream. No, Sally Jackson was still standing in front of him, still smiling and staring at him, as if waiting for an answer.

“I…”

"Do you understand the gravity of the situation, Nico?" Sally told him seriously.

"I understand." He finally murmured.

"I hope we can see each other soon, you have a bright future ahead of you." Sally held his hands once more and then let them go, just as Percy marched towards them.

Nico didn’t think he’d ever seen Percy like this. His shoulders were hunched back, his chest puffed out, and he had such a murderous expression on his face that Nico was afraid someone was going to get hurt. He looked over to where Percy had been standing thirty seconds ago, and maybe that was the case, Poseidon, he… well, Nico wouldn’t feel safe if it was just him and Poseidon Jackson in a room together.

"Der?" He asked, turning to Percy, ignoring everything else. "Is everything okay?”

"Don't worry." Percy said that same sentence for the third time that day.

Percy just grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him gently and Nico sighed in relief, holding on to Percy's arm with both hands. They stopped at the table where the children were, finding Annabeth sitting next to them with a woman of Latin descent and long black hair next to her.

"Can you take care of the kids today?" Percy said to Annabeth without beating around the bush.

"Good evening to you too. How is the family going?”

“Yes or no?”

"Alright. No need to growl.”

Nico just… he felt himself relax, strangely. Something had changed between them; between Percy and Annabeth, between him and Percy and between him and Annabeth.

"I feel sorry for you." Annabeth addressed him. "See what I had to put up with? Sally is much worse than Poseidon and she already attacked, I would be careful.”

"What did she tell you?" Percy asked, he seemed to be shaking with anger.

"Just… some things about the future… and expectations. I think she’s already planning the wedding.”

“That’s very good,” Annabeth said, and the woman next to her agreed. “But once you fall into her clutches, there’s no escape.”

“Did you escape?” Nico found himself asking.

"No. Maybe in the future?”

"Enough of this! I'm going to--” Percy left the sentence half-finished and turned around, already marching towards his mother.

"Der, please." Even Nico was surprised. He found himself holding his wrist like Percy had done to him, staring at him closely, ready to beg if necessary.

Percy stared back at him, studying him for long moments until Percy nodded and let out a breath.

"You didn't deserve this, I didn't think they would act like this. You were right." Percy then smiled and stroked Nico's hair. "I guess I just wish I didn't have to hide things.”

Nico wanted to ask, “Hide what?” but he was tired. He hugged Percy tightly until he was sure Percy wouldn’t run after his parents and held his hand. Looking at the children who were watching everything silently, Nico said to them: "We’ll talk tomorrow. How about a farewell lunch?”

They nodded, looking relieved, and Percy led them out of the room. And if the car ride had turned into one of the most uncomfortable thirty minutes of Nico’s life, no one but him needed to know that.

So, how was today's chapter? We're finally finishing the first narrative arc! There are only two chapters left, which will be posted next week. I'm going to take a break for two or three weeks, but we'll be back soon.

See you soon.

Pausa Indeterminada (Indefinite break)

Oi, como vai? Bem, eu não vou tão bem.

Nem lembro a última vez que escrevi algo que eu tenha gostado sinceramente. Pensei que escrever histórias curtas poderia ajudar, embora eu nunca tenha gostado delas.

Estou aqui para dizer que estou entrando em hiatos, provavelmente definitivo. O problema não é falta de ideias, pois eu tenho três novos plots todo mês, talvez até mais. Parece que perdi a vontade de compartilhar essas ideias com o mundo ou talvez seja a falta de energia para colocá-las no papel.

Sinceramente? Sempre fui mais consumidora do que produtora de conteúdo. Decidi vir aqui pelas poucas pessoas que sempre me deram apoio. E para elas, peço as desculpas mais sinceras que posso, por estar decepcionando mais uma vez. Mas, se num futuro distante eu voltar por aqui, é porque terei histórias originais (o que as pessoas parecem não estar interessadas por aqui) ou trarei histórias completas (o que quase nunca acontece.)

A verdade é que nos últimos dois anos venho lutando com a vontade de abandonar tudo, virar um ermitão e nunca mais ser vista por ninguém. Ou claro, pode ser o burnout que final queimou em mim qualquer vontade de escrever.

Eu não sei o que vai acontecer no futuro e nem tenho interesse em me questionar sobre isso. Estou nesse fandom há 15 anos e não me arrependo disso. Quero agradecer pelo tempo que passamos juntos e torcer para que eu um dia volte a ter paixão por essas histórias. Até lá, eu desejo o melhor para todos nós.

Até logo. Ana.

Hi, how are you? Well, I'm not doing so well.

I can't even remember the last time I wrote something I really liked. I thought writing short stories might help, although I've never liked them that much.

I'm here to tell you that I'm going on hiatus, probably for good. The problem isn't a lack of ideas, as I have three new plots every month, maybe even more. I seem to have lost the will to share these ideas with the world, or maybe it's the lack of energy to put them down on paper.

Honestly? I've always been more of a consumer than a content producer. I decided to come here for the few people who have always supported me. And to them, I apologize as sincerely as I can for disappointing them once again. But if I come back here in the distant future, it'll be because I'll have original stories (which people don't seem to be interested in here) or complete stories (which almost never happens to me).

The truth is that for the last two years I've been struggling with the urge to abandon everything, become a hermit and never be seen by anyone ever again. Or, of course, it could be the burnout that has finally burned out any desire to write.

I don't know what's going to happen in the future, and I have no interest in wondering about it. I've been in this fandom for 15 years and I don't regret it. I want to thank you for the time we've spent together and hope that one day I'll be passionate about these stories again. Until then, I wish us all the best.

See you soon. Ana.

I love daydreaming and not having to participate in life

@sketchy-panda​

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

Oii, como vai? Temos um novo capítulo. Espero que vocês gostem. Sem revisão.

Não sei se já falei sobre isso aqui. O tema da história, o relacionamento D/s, acho que não é algo tão comum, ou pelo menos não da forma que eu abordo o assunto. Quero conversar sobre maturidade, sabe? Sinceramente espero que ninguém menor de 18 anos esteja lendo essa história, e se tiver, tenha bom senso, ok? Não vou dizer que você não possa ler, apenas... não tente isso em casa! Especialmente com quem você mal conhece e possa abusar de você.

Sei que não é o caso de todo mundo, mas tem algumas pessoas que usam a comunidade BDSM para se aproveitar da inocência de outras pessoas. No fim, é sobre o poder que uma pessoa pode ter sobre a outra, no caso, um submisso colocar tanta confiança em outra pessoa e acabar em perigo por causa disso.

Enfim, eu só queria lembrar que nem todo mundo merece ter a sua confiança. Por exemplo, na história, Percy e Nico se conhecem há quase dez anos. Entende? Se lembrem de sempre serem sanos e seguros, ok?

Boa leitura!

Capítulos anteriores: CAPÍTULO I / CAPÍTULO II / CAPÍTULO III / CAPÍTULO IV / CAPÍTULO V / CAPÍTULO VI / CAPÍTULO VII / CAPÍTULO VIII / CAPÍTULO IX / CAPÍTULO X / CAPÍTULO XI / CAPÍTULO XII / CAPÍTULO XIII / CAPÍTULO XIV / CAPÍTULO XV / CAPÍTULO XVI / CAPÍTULO XVII / CAPÍTULO XVIII / CAPÍTULO XIX / CAPÍTULO XX / CAPÍTULO XXI / CAPÍTULO XXII

Percy se sentia como se fosse um criminoso. Ele tinha plena consciência que não devia ter ido ver Apolo e Vanessa sem a permissão de seus pais, afinal, tecnicamente, ele ainda tinha 17 anos e só seria considerado maior de idade dali há dois meses. Sua única opção foi se esgueirar pela casa. Ele se escondeu na entrada de empregados e só se moveu quando não viu ninguém por perto, passou pela cozinha e então correu escadas acima, ouvindo a voz de sua mãe e a de Nico na sala de estar. Era uma pena. Se Nico ainda estivesse dormindo, ele poderia enfim fazer o que tinha que fazer antes que sua mãe o convencesse do contrário.  

Sinceramente? Sally estava certa. Eles não deviam mexer com certas coisas, principalmente porque eram jovens demais e porque, de acordo com a lei, eles não seriam responsáveis no caso de algo dar errado. Mas... se Nico já praticou esse tipo de dinâmica com outras pessoas e ele também já estava mergulhado até o pescoço nesse meio, qual era o problema de apressar as coisas? Só um pouquinho? Seria apenas o suficiente para tranquilizar Nico que estava determinado a deixá-lo louco. 

De verdade, Percy não tinha escolha. Era o pior tipo de sentimento ver Nico implorando atenção como ele o estivesse ignorando de proposito; e se era o que Nico queria, pelo menos Percy faria da forma certa. Quer dizer, ele já tinha dado um diário para Nico e eles tinham também tinham as palavras de segurança, mesmo que Nico não tivesse notado o que elas realmente eram. Então, talvez, fosse a melhor alternativa. Assim, eles poderiam enfim esclarecer as coisas de uma vez por todas. 

Se dando por vencido, Percy andou até seu quarto, colocou a caixa em cima da cama e saiu do quarto rapidamente. Ele não queria que Nico pensasse que ele tinha o abandonado bem no momento que eles tinham se reconciliado, por sua causa, é claro; mas como ele poderia simplesmente dar o que Nico queria quando Percy sabia da responsabilidade de dominar alguém? Na maioria das vezes não seria apenas obediência e diversão. Era a expectativa por trás da palavra, do que realmente significa dominar a vida de alguém. O cuidado, a preocupação, se certificar que Nico estaria seguro e contente mesmo no meio da dor e da frustração, a real responsabilidade de ter a completa entrega e confiança de alguém a ponto de Nico levar cada palavra ou ordem sua ao pé da letra. E pelo que ele tinha visto, alguns submissos esperavam que o dominador tomasse todas as decisões por ele, e nisso, Percy não sabia se seria capaz de consentir. Esse era o real motivo dele hesitar tanto, quem dera fosse somente as fantasias de Nico, a expectativa sempre seria mais pesada do que qualquer coisa que eles pudessem praticar. 

— Percy? Pensei ter te visto entrar. Acho que precisamos ter uma conversa. 

O pior que ele temia aconteceu, alguém realmente tinha o pegado desprevenido. Era sua mãe, furiosa e com os braços cruzados. Percy nem teve tempo de descer as escadas, mas pelo menos ele tinha fechado a porta do quarto, a impedindo de ver o logo na embalagem da caixa. 

— Olha, não é o que você pensa. 

— Eu sei de tudo. Nico me contou. 

— Tudo? O que seria esse tudo? 

— Não tente me enganar. 

Percy parou por um momento, se dando conta que a mãe estava blefando. Se ela soubesse de alguma coisa, Sally já estaria esbravejando de uma forma bem mais especifica. No máximo, ela devia ter visto algo nos ombros ou no pescoço de Nico. Mas... será que ele devia esconder essas coisas de sua mãe? Sempre era melhor ter um plano reserva caso ele fizesse besteira. 

— Tudo bem. A gente fez sexo, satisfeita? — Percy levantou a mão antes que Sally pudesse continuar, vendo o rosto dela se aprofundar na fúria, feito uma mãe leoa defendendo seu filhote. — Sei que prometi, eu tentei fazer do seu jeito e olha o que aconteceu! Nico pensou que eu não queria ficar com ele. Descobri que ele...  

— Ele o quê? 

— Você sabe... 

— Não, eu não sei. 

— Nico acha que estou rejeitando ele se eu não... tocar nele. 

— Oh. — Sally suspirou e se escorou na parede, parecendo derrotada. 

— Vou fazer as coisas do jeito certo dessa vez.  

— Percy, o que você está dizendo? O Nico não é assim. Ele é bondoso e calmo e... 

— Super obediente? Gosta de agradar a todo mundo ao redor dele? 

— Percy, eu te proíbo de-- 

— Ele é um submisso, mãe. O que você quer que eu faça? Por que você acha que eu me afastei de dele? É isso o que você quer? 

— Eu decido o que acontece nessa casa e isso não vai acontecer. 

— Já é tarde demais, você não vê? Não fui eu quem começou com isso. 

— O quê? 

— É isso mesmo. Nico andou se divertindo sem mim na Itália. E se eu encontrei um lugar e fui acolhido, tenho certeza que ele também vai encontrar. 

Isso enfim pois um fim na discussão. Sally parecia arrasada a um ponto que Percy não tinha visto antes, nem mesmo quando ela descobriu que Percy tinha tendencias suicidas. 

— O que pode ter acontecido para Nico querer essas coisas? Ele deve ter aprendido com alguém. 

Era uma boa pergunta. Para um garotinho que evitava sequer a menção de sexo para se tonar um submisso era um grande passo. 

— Talvez o que ele contou sobre o Hades seja pior do que a gente pensou? 

— Percy! Eu não quero pensar nessa possibilidade. — Sally levou a mão ao rosto, se negando a acreditar que Hades seria capaz de abusar sexualmente de um garotinho tão indefeso. Quando ela voltou a encarar Percy, Sally tinha um brilho estranho no olhar. — Parece que a gente tem mais trabalho pela frente. 

— Mãe, não! Nico não falou nada sobre isso. Não quero que ele se sinta pressionado. 

— Querido, é claro que ele não falou sobre isso. Você falaria? É o que abusadores fazem. Eles manipulam pessoas mais frágeis do que eles e as fazem crer que ninguém vai acreditar nelas. Nico precisa de um empurrãozinho na direção certa. 

— Eu não sei. Vamos falar com ele, se for o caso-- 

— Deixa comigo. Hades Di Ângelo não sabe com quem se meteu!    

*** 

A vida de Percy era uma grande bola de cansaço, pois era assim que ele se sentia. Uma coisa pequena que parecia ser sem importância, de uma hora para a outra, crescia e crescia, e quando ele menos percebeu, os pequenos sinais de perigo se tornaram um vendaval de problemas. Ele não estava reclamando, era melhor saber o que acontecia do que ser pego de surpresa mais tarde. O primeiro deles era sua mãe sempre se metendo no que ela não devia. Eles desceram as escadas e imediatamente ele soube; assim que chegaram no andar de baixo, viu Sally endireitar a coluna, como se ela estivesse se preparando para ir a guerra.  

Por sorte, as três pessoas presentes não haviam reparado na presença deles. Nico estava sentado em frente a mesa de refeições, parecendo irritado com algo que Tyson falava para ele, enquanto Grover apenas ria estirado na cadeira onde se sentava. Então, antes que algo pudesse acontecer, Percy segurou no ombro dela, sorriu e se abaixou na direção da mãe, sussurrando: 

— Mãe, a gente conversou sobre isso. 

— Eu preciso-- 

— Não, eu vou falar com ele quando for a hora certa. 

— Per-- 

— Me prometa. Estou falando sério. 

— Perseu Jackson! 

Isso enfim chamou a atenção de Nico. Ele ignorou o olhar fulminante da mãe sobre ele e seguiu em direção a Nico. Sally podia ficar irritada o quanto quisesse, mas hoje não era o dia certo de discutir essas coisas; hoje, ele iria colocar Nico numa coleira bonita e fazer as coisas da forma certa. 

Isso é, ele faria isso se Nico permitisse. Porque esse era seu segundo problema do dia. Era até engraçado se Percy fosse sincero consigo mesmo, Nico olhou em sua direção por um breve momento e simples assim, o ignorou, olhando para a prato em frente a ele, movendo a comida com a garfo de um lado para o outro. 

— Parece que alguém não teve uma noite muito boa. — Tyson continuou, mastigando enquanto falava. Era um tanto nojento. O que Percy podia fazer? Quando o irmão estava com esse tipo de humor nada podia impedi-lo. A não ser quando Nico estava com um humor ainda pior. 

Em câmera lenta, ele viu Nico pegar um pãozinho ainda quente, o olhar por um momento e, então, Nico jogou o pão na cara de Tyson, acabando com o riso de Tyson, mas arrancando gargalhas de Grover que quase caiu para trás de tanto que ria. 

— Agora, quem é que não está tendo um dia bom? Hm? — Um sorrisinho vitorioso apareceu no rosto de Nico e na maior demonstração de infantilidade, Tyson mostrou a língua para ele, pegando o pãozinho que havia caído em seu prato, dando uma grande mordida nele. 

— Comida arremessada é ainda mais gostosa. Vamos ver quem ganha? 

Era claro que imaturidade tinha ganhado essa rodada. Percy não viu outra alternativa a não ser bancar o adulto. Bem na hora que Nico se preparava para lançar outro pedaço de pão, Percy parou ao lado de Nico e tocou em sua nuca. Ele sequer o segurou, apenas colocou a mão sobre o pescoço de Nico. O efeito foi imediato. Nico parou com a mão levantada e olhou para cima, em seu rosto uma expressão de garoto arteiro.  

— Se comporte.  

Essas palavras pareceram ter um efeito ainda mais potente. Devagar, Nico abaixou o braço, colocou o pão no próprio braço e olhou para baixo, todo encabulado. Percy nem havia o repreendido ou dito para ele parar, mas foi como se ele tivesse feito. Era... intoxicante. Se ele desse qualquer outra ordem a Nico, ele acataria? 

— Coma. — Percy disse e esperou para ver o que aconteceria. 

Por um momento, ninguém se moveu. Nico continuou todo encolhido contra o assento da cadeira, se remexendo inconfortável. Nem mesmo o barulho dos saltos de sua mãe se aproximando pareceu despertar Nico de sua vergonha. Nico permaneceu assim por mais uns momentos e enfim voltou a segurar no garfo, dessa vez cortando um pedaço da panqueca e a levando aos lábios, parecendo que iria cair no choro a qualquer momento. 

— Bom garoto. — Percy disse mais uma vez, testando para ver o que Nico faria.  

Ele acariciou os cabelos ali e sentiu Nico imediatamente relaxar, mastigando devagar sobre seu olhar atento e corar discretamente. A real pergunta era se as coisas sempre tinham sido assim ou era algo novo.  

Percy olhou para sua família que agora parecia tão comportada quanto Nico e viu que ninguém tinha estranhado a cena. Era verdade que ele por vezes tinha que apartar discussões assim, sem importância, mas Nico sempre reagiu a ele dessa forma? Percy odiava o que seu cérebro fazia com ele, apagando esses tipos de informação e depois o fazendo questionar se era real ou apenas sua imaginação fértil. 

— Onde você... — Nico começou a dizer, ainda olhando para o próprio prato. — Você não estava na cama quando eu acordei... alguma coisa aconteceu? 

— Eu tive que sair bem rápido. É uma surpresa. 

— Surpresa? Eu vou gostar disso? — Mas o que Percy escutou foi “vai ser divertido?” 

— Eu garanto que sim. 

— Eu só... não gosto de acordar sozinho. 

Hm. Percy entendia, realmente entendia. Mas já que Nico queria ir nesse caminho, Percy tinha a obrigação de ser responsável. 

— Isso não vai se repetir. Tive um bom motivo. 

— Que seria...? 

— Você vai descobrir. Logo. 

Percy tinha falado com um tom de finalidade que geralmente ele não gostava de usar. Quer dizer, ele era o dominante ali, não? Então, ele iria agir como um. E Nico parecia ter noção disso mesmo que eles não tivessem tido uma conversa séria e definitiva. Porque Nico olhou para ele com curiosidade e ao invés de discutir, ele fez um biquinho manhoso e voltou a comer, dando uma garfada nos ovos mexidos. 

— Você quer? — Nico deu mais uma garfada e ofereceu a Percy, que aceitou apenas para ver um sorriso aparecer no rosto de Nico. 

Bem, o que ele poderia fazer? Percy puxou uma cadeira para perto e deixou Nico o alimentar em intervalos onde as coisas voltaram ao normal, sua família voltou a conversar e Nico se manteve quieto aceitando tudo o que Percy colocasse em seu prato. 

*** 

Nico pegou sua bolsa do chão e aceitou quando Percy ofereceu a mão para ele, ouvindo o sinal tocar. Era sexta-feira e geralmente esse era o dia que Nico mais gostava, um dia que tinha poucas aulas e o fim de semana inteiro para descansar. Ou era o que costumava acontecer. Desde que ele tinha voltado todos os dias eram cheios de altos e baixos, pequenos momentos em que Nico guardava com carinho esperando que eles durassem pelo resto de sua vida. Ele só... só não esperava que depois de tantos desentendimentos as coisas se tornariam tão fáceis. Imprevisíveis? Sim. Mas nunca forçadas, mesmo quando acontecia algo que fazia sua cabeça girar. 

Felizmente, esse era um dos momentos bons. Desde que tinha acordado naquela manhã sua cabeça estava... vazia. Ele não conseguia se preocupar sua problemas, como provas que se aproximavam ou com Annabeth que continuava os rondando. Nem mesmo quando Percy o repreendeu no café da manhã. As coisas apenas pareciam estar no lugar certo novamente, como se ele nunca tivesse ido embora, entretanto, elas pareciam estar melhores ainda, sentindo que eles tinham dado um passo importante em direção ao futuro que ele sempre sonhou. 

— Bebê? Tudo bem? 

— Hm. Só estou cansado. 

— A gente tá quase chegando. 

— Ta bom. 

Eles estavam mesmo. Nico mal tinha percebido o momento em que haviam entrado no carro de Percy, não se lembrava de ter colocado o sinto ou quando eles tinham chegado no bairro com eles moravam. Ele olhava para fora da janela, sem registrar nada, deixando sua mente viajar, vazia, se sentindo tão calmo como nunca antes. Tinha sido o sexo da noite passada? Ou era apenas a presença de Percy? E de onde vinha essa paz de espírito toda? 

Isso não importava, ele saiu do carro quando Percy abriu a porta para ele, aceitou a mão que Percy mais uma vez lhe oferecia e subiu as escadas enquanto Percy o guiava. Hm... talvez fosse isso. Sempre tinha sido isso, não? A ausência de deveres e obrigações? Não sempre e nem de tudo, só um pouquinho. Estava tudo bem se ele se permitisse não tomar nenhuma decisão por algumas horas, certo? 

— Lindo. Levanta a perna. 

— Oh. 

Ele fez, levantou uma perna e depois a outra, permitindo que Percy tirasse seus tênis, meias e calça. 

— Os braços. 

Nico os levantou também, Percy trocando sua camisa por uma camiseta confortável. 

— Melhor? Um pouco de água? 

Nico não hesitou, pegou o copo de água da mão de Percy e a tomou em um folego só, se sentindo bem imediatamente. 

Será que tinha acontecido algo durante o dia para ele estar se sentindo assim? 

— Bom garoto. — Percy disse e beijou seu rosto, o segurando pela nuca, praticamente o embalando em seu colo. 

Algo acendeu em seu cérebro, prazer irradiando por seu corpo sem motivo nenhum.  

Oh, então era isso? Devia ser esse o motivo dele estar se sentindo tão leve e contente. Não devia ser algo normal se sentir assim durante tanto tempo, certo? Quer dizer, ele tinha acordado de mal humor, mas logo aquele sentimento de estar fazendo a coisa certa e estar no lugar certo o preencheu, o fazendo esquecer que devia estar bravo com Percy. 

— Eu... não fala assim comigo. 

— Assim como? 

— Assim... com essa voz... me tocando dessa forma... 

— Eu sempre fiz isso. O que mudou agora? 

— Eu... — Mas Nico já começava a não se importar se Percy fazia isso de proposito. Era normal ouvir a voz de alguém e imediatamente sentir todas essas coisas? 

Nico ouviu Percy rir e um arrepio percorreu sua coluna. Era um baixo e grave ao pé do seu ouvido, o fazendo perceber que Percy, de fato, estava fazendo isso de proposito. Talvez ele tivesse gemido e se agarrado ao pescoço de Percy, Percy mordiscando seu ombro, subindo até encontrar mais uma vez o lóbulo de seu ouvido. 

— Tudo bem, eu admito. — Percy murmurou. — Você tem estado muito suscetível a... sugestões. Sou eu ou é algo geral? 

— Só você. — Nico se pegou dizendo, vendo que era a verdade. — Acho que... eu confio em você. 

— Me sinto honrado. — Percy disse sem nenhuma ironia, o tom de voz baixo e aveludado dando lugar a algo mais normal. — Eu tinha medo que isso acontecesse. Nunca vou abusar da confiança que você me dá. 

— Eu sei disso. Nunca duvidei disso. 

— É por isso que tenho que falar algo com você. 

Esse não. Será que ele estava encrencado? 

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Espero que tenha sido divertido e desculpa pelo texto no inicio, como escritora o minimo que posso fazer é informar. Me lembro como foi descobrir esse mundo, e nem sempre é o que as pessoas te fazem acreditar. Essa história deve ser usada meramente como intertenimento e não uma verdade absoluta.

Até a proxima!