A Quick Tip For Writers Out There, Who Use Microsoft Words:

Comment on fanfics

A few days back on AO3 I found an unfinished, two chapter spideypool fanfic that was cute and had lots of potential and was also last updated two years ago. Two whole years! And it had only three comments, all of which on chapter one, none on chapter two. I enjoyed the fanfic, despite it being far, FAR from being finished and the chance of it ever updating again anytime soon was just about zero. So you know what I did?

I wrote a damn comment. On chapter two.

And I made sure that fucker was long and had a small theory of where I think the author would take the fanfic in the future. I let the person behind the fic know that I friggin LOVED the two chapters I got to read! That I would LOVE to see more! That I’d jump out of my skin in happiness and virtually hug them half to death if I saw that they updated it.

Let me remind you this fic wasn’t updated in two YEARS! I was the first to comment on it in a year. And the first to comment on chapter two! And you know what happened today?

I got a reply.

From the author of the fanfic. And the author said how I gave them life for a project they had loved (still did) and that they were now working on a third chapter. After two YEARS of not updating. Of not writing. And it makes me so friggin happy seeing what I did. What I caused.

With a single. Damn. Comment.

All that it took for me was to think a bit about what I wanted to tell the author and the comment it. All it took was one comment. And suddenly this person was inspired to continue a fanfic they had abandoned for TWO YEARS!!

I couldn’t be happier. I couldn’t be more proud.

Comment on people’s fanfics. No matter how few chapters there are. No matter how many years have passed since their last update. Comment. You like a fanfic? Comment on it. It’s that easy.

Tagged by @haiseiscute333

Thanks for tagging me! It's my first time doing this, but lets go!

3 ships:

+ Pernico (Percy/Nico) - Percy Jackson Series, my favorite ship to write!

+ Lan Zhan/Wei Ying - Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

+ Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy - Harry Potter

(Like, I have at least 10 favorites, but I won't spam anyone🤣)

First ship: Naruto/Sasuke - Naruto (I have to say, it was a long time ago, in the 2000's, so forgive me! But I Still like it, the one's well written)

Last song: Stone Cold - Demi Lovato

Last movie: Barbie (Best Thing Ever!)

Reading: Can be a fanfiction? 4018 - by sweetlolixo (Something quick and fun and smutty)

Currently watching: XO, Kitty (My cousin made me watch it and I loved it)

Consuming: Water

Craving: Sleep and money. A lot of this two!

No pressure tags: @yonemurishiroku and @lukecastellanshandholder

Tagged by @prettyblubox! Thank you!

3 ships: Loid/Yor (SPY x FAMILY), Suletta/Miorine (Mobile Suit Gundam: the Witch from Mercury), Sawako/Kazehaya (Kimi ni Todoke)

First ship: Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson and the Olympians series)

Last song: Shukufuku - Yoasobi

Last movie: Barbie

Reading: will be rereading SPY x FAMILY to prepare for S2 and I’m also going to start All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

Currently watching: Revolutionary Girl Utena and other seasonal anime

Consuming: honey toast

Craving: some free time to enjoy all my fandoms

Tagging @whateversawesome @nightofnyx8 @rlbbackup @tare-anime @yellowcrazycricket

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Capítulos anteriores: CAPÍTULO I / CAPÍTULO II / CAPÍTULO III

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

— Permissão para fazer o que?

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

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

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

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

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

— Os senhores estão prontos para pedir?

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Não fique bravo comigo.

— Você acha que pode resolver tudo com beijos?

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

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

— Você está tentando me deixar bêbado?

— É o seu preferido.

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

— A novos começos e velhos amigos.

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

***

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

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

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

— Nico, você tem que certeza que--

— Eu tenho! Eu tenho!

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

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

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

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

— Nico.

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

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

— Aqui está você. Meu Nico mentiu para mim?

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

— Quando foi a última vez?

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

— Isso explica muita coisa.

— Hm?

— Por que você não descansa um pouco?

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Eu te acordei?

— Seu coração. Está disparado.

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Eu te amo mais. Muito. Muito mais.

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

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

— Me preocupar com o quê?

— Eu consigo ver no seu rosto.

— Eu não fiz nada.

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

— Per.

— Você prometeu que não ia fugir.

— Quando foi isso?

— Quando você disse que tinha voltado pra ficar.

Nico não prometeu nada, mas era como se tivesse. 

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

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Obrigada por ler e por todo o apoio^^

Ship Aesthetic Dark Percico/Nicercy

Update!

Oii, como vai? Eu gostaria de avisar que a partir de agora vou estar mais presente por aqui. Vou começar a reblogar algumas coisas, que podem ser polêmicas ou não, e vou começar a fazer alguns textos sobre escrita e formas de escrever. Já que esse é meu blog pessoal, vou usá-lo para isso. Tipo, eu tenho um blog de dicas de escrita, assim vou usar esse espaço para discorrer sobre o que eu aprender e outras coisas. Espero que as coisas não fiquem muito confusas.

Hi, how are you? I'd like to let you know that from now on I'm going to be more present here. I'm going to start reblogging some things, which may or may not be polemic, and I'm going to start writing some texts about writing and ways of writing. Since this is my personal blog, I'm going to use it for that. Like, I have a writing tips blog, so I'm going to use this space to talk about what I learn and other things. I hope things don't get too confusing.

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