Auroraescritora - Aurora Escritora

there is a very SPECIFIC vibe i get when i think of the demeter cabin interior

-cluttered. so many pots and plants and gardening tools

-nothing matches. if they have a table, all the chairs are mismatching. no two woods are the same color.

-all the furniture is old. the beds have pieces of wood chipped off the corner

-the front door is a screen door and every time it open it creaks

-the floorboards are smooth but they're worn

-despite the time of year, there always seems to be a warm summer light filtering through the windows

I kind of suck at tagging, so I made this infographic to help make it easier.

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Here we are! Sorry it’s a bit messy, though! Q A Q

Based on this post (x)

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I thought about writing this post for a long time and decided, fuck it, I'm gonna write this.

All over my dash I see people being disappointed because nobody is leaving comments on ao3 anymore/rebloging things on tumblr.

And the only thing I can think about this is: it's so true.

Two weeks ago I posted the epilog of my 60k words fanfic (I've been writing on it for almost a year and got some positive feedback on it) and I got ZERO comments, or kudos on the epilog.

I can see that people kicked on it, but I have no idea whether they liked it or not. (And I used to get a comment on my story now and then)

Last week I posted the first extra chapter (I planned three of these) and also got no reaction.

No I'm just sitting here, wondering if my writing is just true shit.

This is also the reason I was hesitate to post this. Maybe it's not the people and just that shithole of a story I've been writing.

Things like are just running around my head now and must say that the motivation to even finish those extra chapters is gone.

GUYS, IF YOU LIKE A FANFIC PLEASE LET THE AUTHOR KNOW, IT MEANS SO MUCH TO THEM.

So if you read a good story, not some bullshit like mine, write that comment.

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

Hi! We are back. I tried my best, so I hope is acceptable.

Good Reading^^

The bell rang just as Nico yawned, making him bringing a hand to his mouth.

“Do you want to go home?” Percy asked, pausing to write on the physics question sheet momentarily, seeming to think seriously about something to hurriedly get back to writing, without taking his attention away from the task, all while holding it in one of his hands, as if Nico were going to leave any minute now. running in case Percy wasn't there to stop him. It was almost funny, both of them sitting in a circle of six or seven people on the library floor while he watched Percy do all the heavy lifting.

He wanted to tell Percy that he wasn't tired, that it was just jet lag. Even though he arrived two or three days ago, he still hadn't got used to it and he’d barely been able to sleep the previous nights, not to mention the climate which was much milder than in Italy, the cold weather making him sleepy and slow. The problem was, Percy said that it would be ten minutes that turned into thirty and now, an hour and half later, sitting in the middle of his classmates, they were solving the questions that the teacher had given them. He knew he should be helping Percy with the task, just like the others were doing, working in pairs, but as Percy seemed happy to write alone, Nico let Percy enjoy himself, watching the serious and concentrated expression on his friend's face that finally raised his face and looked at him, smiling, as if only at that moment Percy had remembered Nico's presence.

"Sorry. I always end up doing these things by myself. I don't have the patience to wait around.”

Percy was right. The people around were writing, but they were also talking in low voices, discret but obvious.

"I promised. Let's go.”

“You can finish, I don't care.”

"I have finished.”

Percy was right once again, Nico peeked at the sheet in Percy's lap and saw that all the questions were filled with complete answers.

"Do you want to take it home and study?"

“No, thank you.”

So he got to his feet, Percy behind him, and supporting him from behind, Percy put the sheet into his bag. Nobody seemed to see them leave, only the librarian greeted them on the way out and finally they were free; the late afternoon sun was still shining, bringing some of the humidity and warmth that he missed so much. Satisfied, Nico took a few steps out of the halls towards the open courtyard and closed his eyes, letting the sun's rays gently warm his skin. Of course, soon Percy was at his side, holding his hand, as he always had. Percy's presence was always comforting, even if he could feel his friend's gaze on him.

"What?” Nico had to ask, eyes still closed.

"I held you captive, didn't I?"

"Don’t be ridiculous.” Nico nearly rolled his eyes in impatience, wanting to get out of there, but felling content in spending a few more minutes in the sun.

"Don’t get mad at me.”

“I'm not.” He almost didn't care about what Percy said, feeling the teasing tone returning with force. Because, in the end, he knew that what Percy wanted was attention.

“Hmm, no. It can't stay like this.”

Nico opened his eyes and saw that, without realizing it, they were already in the school's parking lot. That had been his biggest mistake, while he was distracted by the clear skies and nice weather, he'd missed the moment when Percy had cornered him against the wall of the parking lot and lifted his own hands and… and shoved them against his belly and abdomen, starting a tickle war. He couldn't remember the last time someone had the nerve to do that to him. In fact, Percy had been the last one, two years ago, before he traveled far away. Back then, when Nico was quiet for too long this was Percy's favorite tactic to get him to talk or react; he had to admit, he didn't miss this humiliating torture, but the touch was welcome. Contradictory, no? It seemed that anything Percy did at that moment would be welcomed.

"Percy Jackson!” He squeaked and uncoiled himself from Percy's grasp, running away from those long restless fingers. Of course he would have no peace! Percy came running after him, laughing like a maniac and with legs twice as long as his. Percy in mere minutes reached him, holding him by the waist.

"Ni-coo…" And okay, now that he analyzed things… they didn't have the most innocent banter, because the way Percy held him tight, back to chest and mouth right next to his ear… that was exactly how things used to happen in the past.

"I forgive you! I forgive you.”

"Realy? You're not saying this to then get back at me in slow and cruel ways?”

"I would never do that!”

“Liar.” Percy said in the same sweet, quiet way against his skin, looking like he wasn't going to let go of him anytime soon.

“Percy! We are not children anymore!”

"That’s very true. I don’t feel like a kid.” Percy murmured again and gave a dry chuckle that made the hairs on the back of Nico’s neck stand up. That is, before Percy turned him around and walked even closer to him, touching his forehead his own. And maybe, this gesture would be something common when they were away from prying eyes, under the covers, in the thousands times he slept at Percy's house, since only the maids and Bianca would be waiting for him at home. When they were little, it seemed kind of affectionate and innocent, but now… well… it still seemed affectionate. "Do you want dinner? The restaurant is still open.”

But how could he think about food when they were so close, breathing each other's air? When Percy's hands were on his waist and in his hair, not allowing him to look away? When Percy hugged him so tight? Their bodies pressed together and even through their clothes he could feel Percy's heat.

"Nico… Niccolas…" Why did Percy have to whisper his name like that? Why did he have to touch him like that? So strong and steady, as if he feared he was going to disappear at any moment. He… he didn't know if he was ready.

So close now... Percy's head came towards his and... and... and he let out a breath, closing his eyes.

"Food. Food is good. Right?” He swallowed hard for a moment, but when Percy did nothing but keep hugging him without moving any closer, Nico opened his eyes, seeing his intense eyes on him, burning like flames.

"You are afraid of me.” It was a statement, the light in Percy's eyes seeming to fade along with his playful smile.

"No… I don't… I'm just… not ready?"

"That's right? Or is it something else? I don't want to be one of those people.”

He understood what Percy meant. Percy would never do something to abuse his trust even if he tried. He trusted Percy, it was himself that Nico didn't trust. If he was already like this in less than twenty four hours around Percy, what would happen if he got carried away? He feared… that the obsession would return even more intense than before.

"Can we take it slow?" Nico finally managed to spit it out, feeling himself shudder.

"Sure. Everything you want.” And Percy seemed to mean it.

Percy watched him for a few more moments, as if deciding something important and took a step back, just enough to grab his waist and guide him to the car that was parked near the exit of the parking lot.

Percy opened the door for him, grabbed both of their backpacks and placed them in the backseat, quickly coming around to sit beside him, looking anxious. It wasn't that anxiety of the kind of person who was angry or irritated, it was more… someone who was full of energy and didn't know what to do with it. All Nico could do was to relax against the car seat and rest his head on the window, maybe by the time they arrived at the restaurant the tension he felt would have run off.

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"What do you think?”

It was a very warm and welcoming place, the decor was done simply and in comfortable red tones, like something he would have seen in his deceased grandmother's house a few years ago. He felt like sitting in one of the armchairs near the reception, making himself a hot chocolate and sitting by the fireplace with a blanket over his shoulders.

"I liked.”

“I have a reservation.” Percy said all proud. It was six o'clock sharp, which meant that Percy had planned this whole thing, killing time at school to get him there on time.

"What do I do with you, huh?"

“How about saying, 'Thanks, Percy. You are so generous.”

"Is this how you hit on people?"

"It's working?”

Nico sighed and accepted the hand Percy offered, guiding him towards the maitre. The place was too specific. Other people their age probably wouldn't like the place as much as Nico had. The worst part was that he didn't hate it at all, Nico appreciated the effort Percy had put into finding something so… so like him, like he'd found a little piece of Italy just to make him feel better.

“You didn't have to.”

“I wanted you to feel welcome.” He didn't need to look at Percy to understand what those words really meant, because what Percy really meant was "I want you to feel at home so you never have to leave me."

He didn't know since when everything was so obvious. Every word and every gesture. It was like they were dancing, as if they knew each step and were just waiting for the music to end before finally… yeah, okay. He then lifted his head and faced Percy who at that moment seemed like the most perfect man in the whole world, the one Nico had always dreamed of having; kind, understanding, handsome, well dressed, so tall and strong he knew he'd never have to worry about defending himself again. But Percy had always been like that, the perfect prince. In the end, it really was obvious, wasn't it? That was the reason for his problem. No matter who he looked for, Nico would always end up in this same place, looking for Percy in every face. Maybe he should just… stop looking elsewhere.

"We can go home if you want." Percy told him, now stopping in front of him. He must have been making a fool of himself again, looking at Percy without saying anything.

“No, we can eat.” When the smile returned to Percy’s face, he knew he had made the right choice.

They followed the maitre down the row of tables until they climbed a pair of stairs and then entered a room that was larger than the floor below but emptier, filled with small round tables and more private ones at the back of the room next to large windows that let in daylight, but as night began to fall, aromatic candles were already lit out in the middle of the table.

"I hope you gentlemen approve the seats?" They waved and were soon offered the menu.

The truth was, Nico wasn't interested in food, that wasn't why they were there. Or was it? So he had decided, he would let Percy tell him.

"What do you want?” Percy asked, hands gripping the menu, but his eyes were on his, eyes that looked greener than ever under the candlelight, the dim night making the atmosphere even more intimate and personal.

"I don't know, a wine? You choose.”

Percy stared at him for a moment, seeming to consider the answer, and moved a little closer, putting an arm around his shoulder and closing the rest of the distance between them.

“I wanted to talk about us.”

“I know that.”

“I just…need to know.”

"I know that.”

“It's been ten years in this. I need to know.”

And Percy was right. They were so little and innocent back then, and then... then they were still little, but not so innocent until... until he freaked out and then Percy freaked out and he left without telling anyone. So, out of nowhere, and just as he did, out of nowhere, Percy had called him, so different from what Nico knew and so familiar at the same time that it left him confused for a long time. He remembered that for long months he only had the energy to fulfill his obligations and cling to these daily calls until he knew what to do. And here they were, practically in the same place, the difference was that now they understood what the consequences would be, no matter what the decision at the end.

"I like you.” Nico dicided for the simpler answer. He admitted that he wasn't the most assertive person or make the best choices.

“That's not what I asked.”

"I don't know. I miss you. That's enough?”

" No.” Percy said it all so seriously that he kind of... wanted to laugh. Or moan. Maybe it was a little bit of both. Nobody could blame him for that.

“So, it's up to you.”

“Nico! You said you weren't ready!”

"I'm not. I will never be. I don't want to destroy what we have. I really don't want a relationship. But…”

"Why do you have to be so confusing!"

“It's not about sex. That's the easy part.”

“Nico, I know. What can I do for you to--"

"Gods, Percy! I am the problem. I'm very unstable. You don't want to walk around with a time bomb in your pocket, do you?”

“Baby, you can explode whenever you want, as long as you explode with me.”

Nico moaned and put his hands to his face, this was ridiculous! They both knew why he was gone and they knew perfectly well why he had come back. Nico was still getting used to the idea that this time he had nowhere to run when his feelings erupted everywhere, forcing Percy to pick up the pieces.

"Can you be serious for five minutes?"

“I know all that, darling. Every little thing you think you can hide from me.”

"It will be worse than before!"

“You said I could decide.”

"Yes, but-- I want to take it slow."

"Then, let me decide. I just need your permission.”

“Permission to do what?”

Nico watched in slow motion as the hand that had been around his shoulder traveled to the back of his neck, massaging the spot, and gently pulling him closer, tilting his head until it reached just the right position for Percy's lips to finally come down against his in the sweetest, most innocent kiss he'd ever tasted.

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What did you think? I already warn you that the surprises will keep coming and that Percy and Nico are not exactly nice. Like, they're rich and that will become clearer later on. I hope it's been fun. Comments are always welcome. See you next week.

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

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

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

Thanks for the support! And good reading.

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

“Perseus Jackson!”

"Only my mother calls me that."

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

"I missed you.”

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

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

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

“Hm.”

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

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

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

"Why?”

"Don’t you have shame?”

"Have I?

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

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

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

“Of course, my friends deserve the best.”

“And what would that be?”

“Me, of course.”

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

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

“And very humble, too.”

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

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

"Now really, how have things been?"

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

"College?” Percy asked. “And you?”

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

"What about it?"

"What brings you back?"

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

"So, you decided to come back?”

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

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

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

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

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

"Later when?”

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

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

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

“I'm still a good boy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What's your first class?”

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

" I'll go with you.

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

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

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

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

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

“Seemed to be the easiest.”

"I bet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

"All went well?”

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

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

"Seven.”

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

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

"Who's the new kid?"

“Nico.”

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

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

"As you wish, don Juan."

"Whatever.”

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

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Serviço Mandatório (Mandatory Service) [bi-lingual] #Dom!Nico #Sub!Percy #role reversal

Hi, how are you? Yes, here I am with another story. The problem is that a little accident happened and I deleted about 100 gb of data from my computer, exactly where my stories were. The good news is that I had my most recent stories saved on google drive. Did I lose some things? A lot. I've been through the anger and frustration stage and now I'm at acceptance. And since I wanted to take my mind off it, I decided to review this story. Well… it doesn't have a very elaborate plot and it's super fetishized, but it's fun. I hope you enjoy it. From now on my posts will be bi-lingual, ok? The Portuguese version is in the second part of the text.

I don't have a cover for the English version yet, but I do have a summary!

“In a world where people are divided between submissives and dominants, Nico is forced to fulfill the mandatory service, unless he wants to be arrested and collared like the thousands of submissives he sees around the city.

#Nicercy #Pernico #Percico #Dom!Nico #Sub!Percy #role reversal”

PS: I was able to make the cover. Something very simple

Soooo.... this fanfic will be very smutt, ok? Just to let you know.

Part I

"That's right." One of the girls said to me.

"Like this?" I said and went back to sucking the man's cock, who was lying against the couch. I didn't think I was doing a good job, because all I had done so far was suck the fat head and lick whenever more pre-cum came out. It wasn't as bitter as I thought it would be and even less was a hard sore. But since the guy hadn't stopped moaning until now, I must have been doing it right.

"Now, you have to press your lips more together."

"Hmmm?" I murmured, looking for approval. I did as they asked and sealed my lips around the limb, going down just a little more so I could suck the entire head.

The guy practically threw himself off the couch, groaning as if he was in pain.

"Very good. Don't forget to hold on to the base, okay? Always be in control if you don't want them to take it away from you. Because they will take advantage of the opportunity."

I lifted my head for air and looked at them, staying true to my role as an innocent beginner.

"What's the easiest way to make them cum?"

"The testicles." Both girls said, looking at each other as they laughed." They're very sensitive, you know? A little tug can mean a lot of pain or a lot of pleasure."

"How?" I wanted to know, even though I already knew.

"Like this."

One of them, I think it was Roberta, said. She took one of her well-manicured hands to the large balls of the man in front of us, who was serving as a guinea pig, and touched him gently. She gave a slight tug and the man opened his legs wider and threw his head back, his member twitching all over, more precum slowly running down his length.

"Now, if you do that…" That's when she grabbed his balls with determination, holding them down and pulling them. The man screamed so loudly that it seemed like he was being murdered. Even so, he remained erect and excited, all obedient, panting, as if he was in a marathon.

"See? Now it's your turn."

"I don't think I can." It wasn't what a dominant should be doing, none of it was. After all, I hadn't even talked to this submissive, it wasn't right to touch something that didn't belong to me.

"Yes, you can."

"Why don't you try… kissing them?" One of them suggested.

"Kiss? Can I?" I looked at the submissive, all sprawled out in the chair looking out of breath. He was all rapid breathing and squinting, trying to keep still.

"You can do whatever you want, as long as you make it clear who's in charge."

"I'm not sure." Or maybe, I didn't want to.

"Come on, just this once. We won't make you do it again."

I looked at the man who seemed about to explode, his expression somewhere between extreme pleasure and extreme pain, making me even more uncomfortable. Because, again, this submissive wasn't mine; it was almost disrespectful. And I still didn't know if I wanted to have another sub after so long.

"Can I make him cum, then?" To get it over with? I thought annoyed.

The girls looked at each other and shrugged, Karla speaking this time:

"I think it's okay. He hasn't cum in over three months and we promised we'd let him."

"Three months?" I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Not because it was hard to believe, but because… it seemed like things hadn’t changed at all.

"Yes, Nico. He's a masochistic submissive. He likes it and agreed to be here. Percy knew perfectly well what would happen."

"Do you think we force them to kneel at our feet? They do it of their own free will." Roberta said.

"Then, make it count. He won't cum for a lot longer than that."

"Are you sure about that? I guess I'm not the most indi--"

"Percy, tell him."

"I… please, ma'am… sir… I… I need it."

"Yes, good boy. I love to see you begging." Roberta stood up and walked towards Percy, massaging his hair like a loving mother would.

Percy, more than six feet tall and with well-build muscles, sighed and rubbed himself against the offered hand, as if it were the best gift in the world.

To me, this sounded like neediness and an abandonment complex.

"See. It's your choice, Nico. After all, you'll be taking care of him for as long as you're here. Percy is very good at following orders and adapts quickly to different people. Whether he comes today or in two months' time is your decision."

"Mine? So soon? You can't--"

"I thought you wanted to do that. And what better way to learn than by doing?"

I looked at Percy and saw that all this time he had kept his hands behind the chair, completely naked and submissive, without making a peep other than to give a moan or a plea, and without looking directly at us unless explicitly ordered. Now, Percy was looking at me with his head lowered, in a position of respect, but he was still looking at me through his eyelashes.

Was I really supposed to be there? Was I good enough to keep anyone satisfied after all this time?

"So, how is it going to be? Will he cum or not?" Was Roberta's last warning.

I took a deep breath and reached out my hands. Slowly, as slowly as I could, I touched Percy's large, swollen testicles, and began rolling them between my fingers.

I gasped in amazement and watched Percy shudder and then relax against the couch, letting out a soft moan. It had been a long time since I had approached another person for this purpose, and not even when I had a sub had I allowed myself to do this. Never. It would not be seen with good eyes if a dominant tried to please a submissive. A dominant's duty was to control and be pleased, while a submissive's was to obey and satisfy his master, without any deviation or anything in between. Now, no one had explained to me why things were like this, I only knew that for a submissive, pain was part of the package, while pleasure rarely was. At least, that was according to what I had been taught.

Just to test it out, I held his balls in one hand and pulled them down slowly, watching the expression on Percy's face change from pleasure to something… empty. I swore, instead of seeing pain there, all I saw was Percy's pure surrender.

Percy stretched out and gasped, curling his toes, but when I massaged him again as gently as before, loosening them, the most extraordinary thing happened. Percy groaned softly and long, arching his spine, his member twitching for the last time, while string after string of thick, yellowish liquid came out of the fat, reddish head, running down his toned thighs and defined abdomen.

It was so sudden that I snatched my hands away from him, jumping back. I watched Percy writhe around, grunting and sniffling, tears welling in his swollen eyes until finally the member in question stilled and fell still, still fully erect, against Percy's abdomen.

"Oh, magnificent!" Roberta exclaimed, satisfied, clapping her hands. "You just ruined an orgasm. How do you feel?"

The strange thing was that Roberta asked me this and not Percy, who was still moaning softly, his member throbbing again, right in front of us.

"How do I feel? Shouldn't it be Percy--"

"Don't worry about it." Roberta said, smiling sweetly.

"But he's still hard!"

"Oh, it's just a small detail." Roberta said and Carla agreed."Now that he's had his orgasm, back to the cage."

"Cage? You mean…" That torture instrument? I meant to say to her.

"Chas-ti-ty." Carla said, spelling it out. "He’s the most obedient when he’s denied. You won’t have any problems with him. Unless you want to have some fun. Just don’t let him cum too often."

I crossed my arms and looked at them. Roberta and Carla were watching Percy with affectionate looks. Then I looked at Percy who had his eyes closed, already calming down, looking tired and… satisfied? No, the best description was content. Yes, frustratingly content.

"Thank you, ladies, sir."

“Good boy,” Roberta said. She walked around the room and stopped next to Percy again, stroking his hair as she turned to me. “You know, he’s a very lonely man. Most of the time, all he needs is some affection and a little attention. When things start to get too frustrating, a spanking or a scene will do the trick. Once or twice a month, a good fuck is essential.”

"How? And why?" I had to ask.

"Percy comes to us to… release this aggression he has. It's cathartic for him. Sometimes you're going to have to be firm and strict. The more he fights, the firmer you're going to have to be. But that's only going to happen if you don't give him what he needs."

"How could I know that? It's ridiculous!"

"He is a vocal person. If he needs something, he will ask you. It can be with gestures or words, it is very difficult not to understand. If you have any questions, you can come to us."

"Are you sure I'm the best person for this?"

"Yes. You are gentle, but firm when necessary. The authority Percy needs."

"And why not one of you two?"

"We already have our toys. We were just teaching him until we found the perfect one."

"Am I that person?"

"We didn't choose you, although we think you're a good match."

"Percy chose." Carla finished Roberta's speech.

"Percy choose?"

I had to look at Percy slouching against the chair after that. He was now flushing all over, looking anywhere but at me.

"Hmm." I murmured, maybe starting to get interested. "I guess that's okay. I just…"

"You…?"

"I don't promise anything. I'll try, but if it doesn't work out… don't blame me."

"No one will do that. Here, we are a family. It may not seem like it, but we are."

"I know. I didn't mean to offend you."

"You don't offend." Carla said.

"Well, then. Welcome to our family. This is the key to your house. Make yourself comfortable and then tell us what you think. Percy is already settled in, so if there are any problems, contact us, okay?"

Tired of arguing, I nodded and accepted the leash that was attached to Percy's leash. It was made of leather, a thin, black strip that connected to the collar Percy wore, an equally heavy black leather collar, that wrapped around Percy's neck just like hands would, keeping him in place like a dog with a muzzle.

So we both stood up, me from the super soft cushion, and Percy from the leather couch. But when I stood up, I wasn't prepared for what happened. Percy, the one who was supposed to be the soft and vulnerable submissive, stood up with me, easily over four inches taller than me. The funny thing is, I didn't feel smaller than him, and if I wasn't seeing myself, Percy could have been the smallest of them all judging by his attitude. Percy was hunched over a little, had his hands behind his back and kept his head down, looking straight ahead like he wanted to hide, even though hunching over the way he was doing, Percy stull was easily the tallest person in the room.

"Thanks, I guess."

I tried to smile and tugged lightly on Percy's leash. He was, of course, always a step behind me, but close enough, almost burying his face in my neck and leaning over me. I didn't know why, but I had the feeling that all this closeness wasn't necessary. I sighed and looked back, catching Percy staring at me.

I stopped in my tracks and continued to stare at him until he realized what he was doing and lowered his head, looking embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Master."

"Sure.

I looked at him for a few more seconds and turned around, continuing on our way. If I wanted to get out of this without having to serve some sentence or become a submissive myself, I would have to make it work. It was all the fault of those ridiculous laws that said that either I was a dom or I was a sub, and that if by the age of twenty-one I didn't decide for myself, the government would decide for me.

That's what happens when you have no interest in sex. Now I would have to make up for all the lost time. If I completed at least one year of "Mandatory Services", I would be free to live as I pleased. Because I fought until I could no longer, I would have to live monitored and always watched until all this was over.

Part II

I wasn't sure what to do, so I grabbed my things from the administration building and followed the guard who led us to house number 43. The guard saluted and walked away, quickly moving away from us. Strange. I looked at the door, and remembered the key that had been given to me. I took it out of my pocket and inserted it into the electronic lock. It was actually a card. All I had to do was tap the card and give my fingerprint, and voila! A low beep sounded, the door unlocked and opened automatically for us.

I still couldn't believe it, everything was so strange and so tidy… I put my head inside the house and wanted to leave. This wasn't my house, it wasn't my home--

"Sir?"

Me? Was I the Sir?

I looked at Percy and saw that the giant man was still waiting with me outside the house, two steps away from me.

At least he learned quickly.

"Why didn't you come in?" I felt the need to ask.

"Because… you didn’t come in either."

What? Did that mean I had to go in first? It reminded me of Maria and Hades… memories that were better left in the past.

"Come in, Percy." I said instead.

And only when I said that did Percy sigh in relief and come in, carrying my bags with him.

Strange.

I went into the house with him and walked to the living room, making him stop with me. Percy kept looking at me, still holding the bags and waiting for something, and only then did I realize that I was still holding his leash, that in fact I was holding it tightly, forcing him to stay close.

"Could you please put my things in the bedroom?" I let go of his leash and watched it fall from my hand, it seeming to move in slow motion until it hit Percy's bare chest and the tip rested on his abdomen, contrasting beautifully with his tanned skin, without a single mark on his entire sculpted body.

My gaze stayed there for a moment, taking in the perfection that he was when I heard a throat clear.

"Is that an order or a question?" I heard Percy say.

I looked at Percy, feeling a smile trying to appear for the first time since I got here, but Percy didn't look well at all. He had gone pale and was staring at the ground, trying to shrink himself.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Nothing to be sorry. And don't call me sir."

"What should I call you?"

"Nico or Niccolas. Whatever you want."

"I shouldn't. It's not appropriate."

I thought about it and started walking around the room, forcing myself to get used to the idea of living there and having a submissive again.

"How about you call me Nico when it's just the two of us? And call me whatever's appropriate when we're in public?"

"Yes, sir." When I frowned, Percy finished."Yes, Nico."

Then, Percy turned around, walked out of the room and when he reappeared, he had an object in one hand and a pot in the other.

"Si-- Nico, I… I brought this."

Percy placed the things on the coffee table and I approached, analyzing the objects.

Was that…? No! But it was! A chastity belt, the cage Roberta had told me about. When the girls mentioned it I thought they were joking, it wouldn't be the first time they had done that to me. But there it was, a solid iron object in a light and silver color, looking quite heavy.

I walked over to Percy and touched his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"You don't have to do this. I won't tell them." I said in the gentlest tone I could.

"I… I want to. Could you…"

I blinked, trying to make sure what I saw was real and, yes, Percy spread his legs wide, offered the object to me and lowered his head, obedient and submissive, practically begging. I still remembered what they had said, Percy would ask for what he needed and it was up to me to grant his wishes.

"Is that what you want?"

Percy nodded, but I still didn't know how to do it. I didn't even know if I wanted to.

"Should I…?"

"Yes."

"How will it fit?"

Because, in fact, the cage was very small, at most two to three centimeters of space. I don't know how that was possible. Or comfortable.

"Do you want to show me?" And when Percy made a face, I added: "Just this time."

You see, things were complicated. Percy was still half-erect and all that stuff certainly wouldn't fit in such a narrow space. Like, it was really big, bigger than mine, I could tell.

I watched Percy sit on the couch, spread his legs wide and fit the first part of the object over his testicles. He fastened them properly, took the second part of the iron, fitted it over the head of his member and pushed it down. I could only suffer in silence watching Percy shift uncomfortably, trying to make something so big fit into something so small.

"Nico, could you get it for me?"

Percy pointed to the pot and when I got closer I saw that it was ice. A lot of ice, some already melted and others quite whole. I took the pot to Percy, already fearing the worst, when I heard:

"Can you pass it on to me?

Yes, he didn't say "pass to me" but rather "pass on me".

Gods, I was going straight to hell. But trying to be a good dom, I crouched down between his spread legs and picked up a piece of ice. I brought it to the base of Percy's cock and began to gently slide the ice around there.

"Like this?"

"Harder… oh!… harder… please?" Percy moaned, begging, panting fast.

I did it, grabbed more ice and pressed harder, going up to where the cage wouldn't reach when I heard a little stinging moan. The cage fit in and went all the way down, Percy's cock softening, now confined within those measly three inches. It was indeed more than a tight fit.

"Are you okay, darling?" I couldn't help myself, stroking his legs, trying to calm him down.

“Yes,” Percy replied quietly, his cheeks flushed. “I need to put the padlock on the lock.”

I looked around and saw that there was indeed a tiny padlock on the table next to a key. I reached over and picked it up, walking back to Percy, fitting the padlock into the lock and securing it.

"Like this?" I asked again.

"Yes. Yes." Percy repeated breathlessly, slumped against the couch, still completely exposed, feeling like not to care that I kept looking at him.

"And the key?"

"I want you to hold it for me."

"What do you need? You know I'm new to this, don't you? You have to tell me, no matter what it is."

But as I said this, my hands went to Percy's cage. I felt like I was in an amusement park, wanting to try out all the toys at once. And I was definitely starting to understand what the girls meant by "having your own toys." I didn't remember having a submissive being this much fun.

I slid my hands down Percy's legs, watching his soft gasp and his muscles tremble, and touched those still swollen balls, looking very needy. I massaged them carefully and heard a high-pitched moan coming from Percy.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"Hmmhm." Percy shook his head, even though his expression was somewhere in between pain and pleasure, even though he tried to hide his face.

"Percy, do you want me to stop? With words, please."

"No, ah! No, Sir."

The funny thing was that I couldn't understand how someone of that stature and strength could enjoy something like that, so… constricting, or should I say, liberating? Because as I continued my exploration of his balls, playing with them and moving them, Percy spread his legs wider and threw his head back as if he was cumming; I squeezed a little more and a liquid began to come out of the reddish head, through the metal.

Was Percy cumming? And how was that possible? No, that should be the only way to show he was aroused and since there was no way to get an erection, his fluids just… overflowed, right?

I definitely didn't remember doing that with my old submissive.

"Are you okay?" I asked when Percy moved his waist, moaning softly.

"Yes, Sir."

Just to test it out, I got tired of crouching down and knelt between his legs. I looked at Percy's almost closed eyes and opened my mouth, bringing my head between his legs. I held onto his legs and licked the swollen tip along the cage, slowly and deliciously, without worrying about anything other than his moans. I must say it wasn't much skin to touch, but it was enough to taste Percy and make him scream. I decided it was enough when Percy arched his spine and grabbed his hair, gasping. Not that I wasn't having fun, but it was getting late and I was responsible enough to understand when I saw someone reaching their limit. Or maybe it was me who was reaching mine.

I stood up, watching Percy sprawled against the couch, but I only moved when I saw that he was breathing normally. I stroked Percy's hair, since that seemed to calm him down, and picked up the bowl of ice that now only had melted water in it. I left the room and started walking around the house. I saw a bathroom, some empty rooms until at the end of the hallway I found the kitchen. I poured the water in the sink, got a glass of water, and went back the way I had come.

When I entered the room again, Percy was still there. His eyes were closed, his legs on the couch as he gripped them, the anxiety in Percy's movements quite obvious. I saw no other choice, I placed the glass on the coffee table, sat down next to Percy on the couch and touched his shoulders, making Percy jump, startled.

"It's okay. What happened?"

"Nico?"

Of course."

"Oh." Percy said, looking even more surprised, taking his face off his legs and looking at me closely, his face lighting up when he saw me.

"You thought I was gone? Where would I go?"

"To give me back. It wouldn't be the first time."

Wow… something was very wrong here. Who would give Percy back? He was so handsome and strong and hot… prejudiced people, that's what they were.

"It's okay. Let's go to the bedroom. Show me the way?

Percy nodded and stood up.

With his legs still wobbly, Percy leaned on me and we both went upstairs to the our room.

"How do you feel? Does it hurt a lot?" I thought I had asked for the tenth time.

I couldn't help it. I knew Percy was fine, now warmly dressed and covered up to his neck, but still, I couldn't help it. It must have been my guilt for treating him like that, like a… like an object. There, I said it. I just wished Percy would say something more than "yes, sir" and "more", like now, for example.

"Words, please."

Percy settled himself more comfortably in the bed, on the side he was lying on, and turned to me, his eyes almost closed, content. He pulled the covers up higher and continued to look at me without saying a word.

"Percy."

"Yes, Nico."

See? “Yes.” That was all he would say to me.

With his eyes blinking slowly and hands under the blankets, Percy just let himself be lulled into tranquility as he stared at me.

"Aren't you going to talk to me?"

When Percy didn't say anything, I sighed. I gave up trying and turned to take off my shoes and dirty clothes.

"Hearing your voice makes me feel better. Safe."

I felt hands on the middle of my back and turned to see what was happening. It was Percy, of course, hugging me from behind.

"I already said I'm not going anywhere."

"Then…"

"I need to take off my clothes."

Percy let go of me like he was being burned and I missed him immediately.

"I don't care. You can touch me. I just need…"

I got up before another accident happened. I took off all my clothes, got under the covers and opened my arms:

"Do you mind? I like sleeping like this."

Percy shook his head and practically threw himself into my arms, wrapping his long, muscular arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder, in the hollow of my neck.

"Thank you, Nico."

"The pleasure is all mine." I said, relaxing against the bed frame.

Part III

That day had been very long indeed. First, I was late for work, and then two officers from the Human Affairs Bureau showed up. They were even prepared with handcuffs and everything, in case I decided to resist. The most shocking thing was when they asked for my address and told me that I needed to pack my bags.

“Take whatever you can,” one of them said.

“Your boss already knows you’ll be away for a week.” The other one added.

That was all they told me until we got to the government facility that managed the younger, more troubled couples. In the past, the excuse they had given was that because of the internet, people had stopped socializing and this was a necessary measure for those who had trouble finding a partner. It was true that the birth rate and lasting marriages had gone up and everything, and the death and aggression rate, both in men and women, had gone down, but deep down, everyone knew that this was just another way to control and make sure everyone did their part to keep the species going.

As soon as I got out of the car, a very large sign in capital letters could be seen: “Institute of Human Affairs”. It looked more like a brothel, a very sterile and fancy one, but that’s what it was.

Right at the door, two women greeted me with smiles and hurried gestures, asking me to follow them. For the first time in my life, I did what they asked, hoping that if I obeyed, everything would end as quickly as possible.

We went through the administration of the place and then they took me through a hall so long I thought it would never end.

They stopped in front of a door and turned to me.

"I'm sorry for the rush. Right now, we have a lot of residents and we have to figure this out really quickly. We'll explain everything later, but for now, we need you to choose someone, the person who catches your attention the most, okay? Don't worry if it doesn't work out, we have time to change if necessary."

"Exchange what?" Was all I could say before one of them dragged me into the room, while the other stayed outside, waiting.

I entered the room and saw that there were five people inside. Three women and two men, all naked, sitting in comfortable chairs while some of them talked among themselves.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a visitor."

As soon as they heard what the woman said, they stood up and stood tall with their spines straight, chests puffed out and hands behind their backs, keeping their feet apart.

"Very well." The woman said, clapping her hands. "What are you waiting for, inspect your submissives."

"Me?" I said, pointing to myself.

“You expect me to choose for you?” She giggled and began to pace the room. “How about Katt, here? She can make your wildest fantasies come true.”

I crossed my arms and turned my head to the wall, refusing to participate in this.

"No? Then one of the boys. Luke is a good choice. You'll never get bored with him."

I turned towards her to tell her that this was ridiculous when I saw who she was referring to, the man was as tall as me and his eyes sparkled, which meant that the woman was right in her predictions.

"I don't want anyone. Why don't you send me home and sort this all out with someone else, okay?"

"Unfortunately, that's not possible. Either you choose one of them and follow our orders, or something worse could happen. You don't want that to happen, do you?"

"Do I really need it?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

"Okay. Then…" I turned to the available options and analyzed each one of them. I wouldn't go near a woman even if they paid me, that simply wasn't my thing, and what was left were the two men; one was Luke, who smiled at me, promising nights of intense pleasure. Then, I turned to the other man, who was practically hiding on the far side of the room, looking like he wanted to disappear from there.

I walked down the row of people and stopped in front of him. The man was looking down and had such a sad expression that I felt the urge to hug him. And when I say man, I mean it. While the other people in the room couldn't have been more than twenty or twenty-two years old, this one must have been at least thirty. I felt like I shouldn't be so impulsive, but when I least expected it, I grabbed his chin, trying to make him look at me. There, I discovered the most beautiful and deep blue-green eyes I had ever seen.

"I want him." I said, without thinking. The man just blinked slowly and frowned, not saying a word or struggling against my grip.

"Very good, a great choice. Percy will fit you perfectly." The woman then turned to the room and announced:" You are all free. Sorry, guys."

People murmured in annoyance, but obeyed. They left one by one until only she, Percy and I were left. The rest, you already know, I “learned” the basics about sex, contraceptives and other things. And in fact, I never thought that being responsible for someone could be so… interesting. It wasn’t a burden, as I thought it would be, and it wasn’t tiring and annoying, as I thought it would feel; it was like opening my eyes to a new world, a world that I thought I had forgotten the rules of, but that I was willing to rediscover.

"What do you want to know?" I heard Percy speaking softly, against the skin of my neck, when I thought Percy had already fallen asleep.

"Hmm… I want to know everything.

"That's not a question."

"Okay then, smarty pants. Your favorite color?"

“Favorite color?” Percy asked, his voice taking on a cheerful tone.

"Yes, what's the problem?"

“Blue,” he said, sighing. “All shades of blue.”

"Just blue?"

"Just blue."

"Favorite food?"

"I don't have one."

"Come on, tell me something."

"I… when I was little, on my birthday… my mother used to make everything blue. Sweets, pie, cake. Even the soda was blue."

“So your favorite food is blue?” I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it. But it was cute and sweet, just like Percy."

"Favorite band?"

"I don't know, I like a lot of them. I just… collect music."

"Who do you admire most?"

“My mother.” This time, Percy didn’t hesitate to admit it. “She was the strongest person in the whole world. When my father disappeared, she did the best she could.”

"Was it difficult?"

"Hmmhm." Percy murmured, snuggling closer to him. "For a while it was, I did what I could to help her."

"What happened?"

"She died before I could give her what she should have had."

"And now?"

"Now? I have my own business, I am the CEO of a company that provides investment services. J&C association and administration."

And I'm still trying to get out of college!

I stroked Percy's hair and kissed his cheek.

"That's very good. She must be proud, no matter where she is."

"I just wish she were here."

“Me too.” I replied when Percy fell silent, reminding me of my mother, who was still very much alive. I would like to say that my story was as traumatic as Percy’s, but that would be a big lie. I decided to keep quiet too and continue playing with Percy’s hair until sleep came to both of us.

"Can you pass me the flour?" I heard Percy say in his low, husky voice.

We were in the kitchen, baking chocolate chip cookies, while the food was spread out on the table. Percy stirred the mixture and I watched his firm, determined movements, occasionally throwing an ingredient into the dough. I was sitting and he was standing, practically ignoring me, and yet, I couldn't tell which was sweeter—the cookies, aromatic and sweet, or him, looking so competent and handsome in his dark blue apron.

“Beautiful,” was what I wanted to say to Percy when I found him in the kitchen that morning.

For a moment when I woke up, I opened my eyes and didn't recognize where I was. I looked around, looking for my bedside clock, only finding my cell phone, which was dead. I investigated the rest of the room and remembered, I wasn't at home, I was in a government institution serving a type of non-punitive sentence. However, what really made me get out of bed was the smell of food. Of coffee and something sweet, something that reminded me of better days, of childhood, of my sisters and our home in Italy.

When I came downstairs, I was treated to the best of sights. Percy was shirtless and barefoot, standing in front of the stove, stirring something in a giant frying pan while humming to himself. Percy tasted the food with a small spoon and turned off the heat, then turned to the counter, already mixing something in a large transparent dish.

"Hmm… what a nice smell." I came up behind him and put my hands on his waist, resting my head under his neck, giving him a little kiss there. Well, maybe more than one.

Percy groaned, tensing, and stopped what he was doing until I released him and I walked around the counter, stopping in front of him.

There it was, that lovely blush on his face, Percy's eyes fixed on the platter.

"Do you want cookies? They shouldn't be long."

"I didn't mean to invade your space."

"You didn't."

"So, why don't you look me in the eyes?"

Percy stopped stirring the dough and lifted his head, looking at me, looking embarrassed.

"I'm not used to this."

"To what?" I wanted to know.

"That, someone's approaching me of their own free will. That… unpretentious affection."

How was I supposed to understand this? That Percy didn't let other people get close, or that other people didn't want to get close to him?

"What does that mean?

“When people look at me,” Percy said, turning his attention back to the cookies. “…they expect me to act a certain way.”

"How?"

Percy shrugs and pours some milk into the mixture.

"How do they expect you to act, Percy?"

"Well… I'm tall and muscular, I know. They expect me to want to have sex with them, when in reality I want them to have sex with me."

Hmmm… that wouldn't be a problem with me. But that's not what I said.

"I am really sorry."

“It’s okay.” Percy shrugged again. “I understand why they think that.”

However, Percy had such a sad look in his eyes… his spine was also hunched, as if he was trying to protect himself, which told me that this had happened more often than Percy let on.

"I think we should talk." I said, changing the subject.

"Talk?"

"Yes."

Percy seemed to deflate even more. Anyway, he nodded, poured the cookie dough onto a baking sheet, put it in the oven, and followed me out of the kitchen.

"Sit down, Percy. I don't bite." I laughed at my own joke, even though Percy trailed behind me, discouraged.

I watched Percy sit on a couch across from me, about ten feet away, and sighed. I didn't understand what all the fuss was about. So I got up, walked around the living room, and sat down next to him, holding his shaking hands.

"Relax, no one is leaving here. I want to talk about limits."

“Limits?” Percy exclaimed in surprise, as if the notion of such a word had never crossed his mind.

"Yes, limits. What is allowed and what is not. Your tastes and how you want to be treated. How you don't want to be treated."

“How do I want to be treated?” I saw Percy cross his arms over his chest and lean back, as if the question offended him.

"Yes." I said. "Do you know the concept of consensuality?"

"Who doesn't know? What does this have to do with us?"

I almost smiled. It was nice to know that Percy could do more than just follow orders. Because, I had to admit, I didn't know if I could live with someone who couldn't have a shred of self-respect or understand the difference between right and wrong.

"I want you to tell me what you like."

“You’re not supposed to know about th-” Percy stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening. “I… I didn’t mean it like that.”

"Yes, you did." I smiled at him, feeling the guilt lift from my shoulders with each word. "How do you like it? Like this?"

I held his hands and stroked them slowly, watching his reaction. A small gasp escaped his lips.

"Or like this?" I approached and grabbed him by the neck, holding onto his collar. I pulled his hair back and kissed him, making him lean all the way towards me.

When I released him, Percy let out such a delicious little moan, panting so sweetly, that I couldn't resist and kissed him again, biting his lower lip and sticking my tongue in his mouth until he melted completely.

"Do you really like pain?"

Percy didn't respond and I pulled his hair again, eliciting a broken moan from him: "Ye-es!"

"Humiliation? Being dominated?"

"Yes!"

This time, I didn't even need to get an answer out of him. Percy was breathing so fast and rubbing his thighs together so impatiently that it was hard not to understand.

"Active or passive?"

"Passive? Active? Both?" Percy said, panting, all confused, holding onto my shoulders, his eyes wide open, looking at me head on for the first time, even though there was no intention of confrontation.

"You'll have to be patient with me."

"Patient?" He tilted his head to the side, trying to understand.

"I'm a virgin."

Well, that was almost it.

It wasn't true, but I wanted to see the reaction on his face. Well… it had been so long since I done it that I felt like one. And Percy didn't disappoint me, the expression of surprise came first, then curiosity. Percy looked down, towards my waist, and bit his lip, looking very interested.

"Will you teach me, Percy? How do you like to be touched? How do you want to touch me?"

Percy just nodded, looking uncertain.

"Let's learn together, okay? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

That seemed to reassure Percy. I kissed him once more on the lips and slowly released him.

"Why don't you finish the cookies while we eat? Roberta is waiting for us."

Percy waved excitedly and stood up, but before he walked away, he planted a wet kiss on my cheek and fled to the kitchen. I followed in his shadow, and sat down in the same place as before. He served us and after a few minutes, the cookies were ready. With both of us already dressed and ready for another session with Roberta and Carla, I held Percy's hand and smiled at him. I just needed to remember to ask them for some tips and, if possible, read Percy's profile. I knew they would have all the information we would need if I wanted this to work.

So, what did you think? I was thinking of turning this one into an original too, but… despite the theme, it gives me such a feeling of immaturity! It also seems a bit rushed. Yet, besides the fact that it makes me feel a bit ashamed because of the fetishization, I like it. It's different from what I would write nowadays. It was written in 2020! I feel older and older by the minute. As always, it's incomplete, but it's around 80,000 words long. Maybe I'll finish it at some point. For now, I'll put it up here. It's also on AO3 and SpiritFanfic.

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Oii, como vai? Sim, aqui estou eu vindo com mais uma história. O problema é que aconteceu um pequeno acidente, sem querer excluí uns 100 giga de informação do meu computador, exatamente onde minhas histórias estavam. A boa noticia é que eu tinha minhas histórias mais atuais salvas no google drive. Eu perdi algumas coisas? Muitasss. Já passei pelo estagio da raiva e frustração e agora estou na aceitação. E como eu queria tirar minha mente disso, decidi rever essa história. Bem… ela não tem um plot bem elaborado e é super fetichizada, mas é divertida. Espero que vocês gostem. A partir de agora meus posts serão bi lingues, ok? A primeira parte desse texto contem a versão em inglês.

Sumário!

"Em um mundo onde pessoas são dividas entre submissos e dominadores, Nico é obrigado a cumprir o serviço mandatório, a não ser que ele queira ser preso e encoleirado feito os milhares de submissos que ele vê pela cidade.

#Nicercy #Pernico #Percico #Dom!Nico #Sub!Percy #reversão de papéis."

Parte I - O início

— Assim mesmo. — Uma das garotas disse para mim.

— Assim? — Eu disse e voltei chupar o membro do homem deitado contra o sofá. Eu não achava que estivesse fazendo um bom trabalho, porque tudo o que fiz até agora foi chupar a cabeça gorda e lamber sempre que mais pré-gozo saia. Não era tão amargo como eu pensava que seria e muito menos tão difícil assim. Mas como o cara não tinha parado de gemer até agora, eu deveria estar fazendo certo.

— Agora, você tem que apertar mais os lábios.

— Hmmm? — Murmurei, procurando por aprovação. Fiz o que elas me pediam e selei meus lábios em volta do membro, descendo só um pouco mais para poder chupar a cabeça inteira.

O cara praticamente se jogou para fora do sofá, gemendo como se doesse.

— Muito bom. Não se esqueça de segurar na base, ok? Sempre esteja no controle se não quiser que eles o tirem de você. Porque eles vão aproveitar a oportunidade.

Levantei minha cabeça para tomar ar e olhei para elas, me mantendo fiel ao meu papel de principiante inocente.

— Qual a forma mais fácil de fazer eles gozarem?

— Os testículos. — Ambas as garotas disseram, se entreolhando enquanto riam. — Eles são muito sensíveis, sabe? Um pequeno puxão pode significar muita dor ou muito prazer.

— Como? — Eu quis saber, mesmo que eu já soubesse.

— Assim.

Uma delas, acho que Roberta, disse. Ela levou uma de suas mãos bem feitas até as grandes bolas do homem à nossa frente servindo de cobaia, e o tocou suavemente. Ela deu uma leve puxadinha e o homem abriu mais as pernas e jogou a cabeça para trás, seu membro se contorcendo todo, mais pregozo escorrendo lentamente pela extensão.

— Agora, se você fizer isso… — Foi quando ela segurou nas bolas com vontade, as prendendo para baixo e as puxou. O homem gritou tão alto que parecia que ele estava sendo assassinado. Mesmo assim, ele continuou ereto e excitado, todo obediente, arfando, como se estivesse em uma maratona.

— Viu? Agora é sua vez.

— Não acho que eu possa. — Não era o que um dominador devia estar fazendo, nada daquilo era. Afinal, eu nem tinha conversado com esse submisso, não era certo tocar em algo que não me pertencia.

— Você pode, sim.

— Porque você não tenta... beijá-las? — Uma delas sugeriu.

— Beijar? Eu posso? — Olhei para o submisso, todo estatelado na cadeira parecendo estar fora do ar. Ele era todo respiração rápida e olhos bem apertados, tentando se manter quieto. 

— Você pode fazer o que quiser, contanto que você deixe claro quem é que manda.

— Eu não tenho certeza. — Ou talvez, eu não quisesse.

— Vamos, só dessa vez. Não vamos te obrigar de novo.

Olhei para o homem que parecia a ponto de explodir, sua expressão entre o extremo prazer e a extrema dor, me deixando ainda mais incomodado. Porque, de novo, esse submisso não era meu; era quase uma falta de respeito. E eu ainda não sabia se queria ter outro submisso depois de tanto tempo.

— Eu posso fazer ele gozar, então? — Para acabar logo com isso? Pensei irritado.

As garotas se entreolharam e deram de ombros, Karla falando dessa vez:

— Acho que tudo bem. Ele não goza há mais de três meses e nós prometemos que deixaríamos.

— Três meses? — Eu não podia acreditar no que ouvia. Não porque fosse difícil acreditar e sim porque… parecia que as coisas não tinham mudado nada.

— Sim, Nico. Ele é um submisso masoquista. Ele gosta e concordou em estar aqui. Percy sabia perfeitamente o que iria acontecer.

— Você acha que obrigamos eles a se ajoelhar a nossos pés? Eles fazem por vontade própria. — Roberta falou.

— Então, capriche. Ele não vai gozar durante um tempo bem mais longo do que isso.

— Você tem certeza disso? Acho que eu não sou o mais indi--

— Percy, diga a ele.

— Eu... por favor, senhora... senhor... eu... eu preciso.

— Sim, bom garoto. Adoro te ver implorando. — Roberta se levantou e foi em direção a Percy, massageando seus cabelos como uma mãe amorosa faria.

Percy, com quase dois metros de altura e músculos bem trabalhados, suspirou e se esfregou na mão oferecida, como se fosse o melhor presente do mundo.

Para mim, isso parecia carência e complexo de abandono. 

— Viu. É sua escolha, Nico. Afinal, você vai cuidar dele pelo tempo em que estiver aqui. Percy lida muito bem em seguir ordens e se adequá rápido a pessoas diferentes. Se ele goza hoje ou daqui a dois meses, é sua decisão.

— Minha? Tão cedo? Você não pode--

— Eu pensei que você quisesse fazer isso. E qual o melhor jeito de aprender do que a prática?

Olho para Percy e vejo que durante todo esse tempo ele manteve as próprias mãos atrás da cadeira, completamente pelado e submisso, sem dar um piu que não fosse para dar um gemido ou uma súplica, e sem olhar diretamente para nós se não fosse explicitamente ordenado. Agora, Percy olhava para mim de cabeça baixa, numa posição de respeito, mas ainda olhava para mim entre os cílios.

Será mesmo que eu devia estar ali? Será que eu era bom o suficiente para manter alguém satisfeito depois de tanto tempo?

— Então, como vai ser? Ele goza ou não? — Foi o último aviso de Roberta.

Respirei fundo e estendi as mãos. Devagar, o mais devagar que pude, toquei nos grandes e inchados testículos de Percy, e comecei a rolá-los entre os dedos.

Arfei, maravilhado, e observei Percy estremecer todo e depois relaxar contra o sofá, soltando um gemidinho manhoso. Fazia muito tempo que eu não me aproximava de outra pessoa com essa finalidade, sendo que nem quando tive um submisso me permitia esse tipo de gesto. Nunca. Não seria visto com bons olhos se um dominador tentasse dar prazer a um submisso. O dever de um dominador era controlar e ser agradado, enquanto o de um submisso era de obedecer e satisfazer seu mestre, sem nenhum desvio ou nada no meio. Agora, porque as coisas eram assim, ninguém tinha me explicado, eu só sabia que para um submisso, a dor fazia parte do pacote, já o prazer, raramente. Pelo menos, era de acordo com o que tinham me ensinado.  

Só para testar, segurei as bolas em uma mão e as puxei para baixo, devagar, vendo a expressão no rosto de Percy mudar de prazer para algo… vazio. Eu jurava, ao invés de ver dor ali, tudo o que vi foi a pura entrega de Percy. 

Percy se esticou todo e arfou, curvando os dedos do pé, entretanto, quando voltei a massageá-lo tão suavemente quanto antes, as afrouxando, a coisa mais extraordinária aconteceu. Percy gemeu baixinho e longamente, curvando a coluna, seu membro estremeceu pela última vez, enquanto que fio atrás de fio de um líquido grosso e amarelado saiu da cabeça gorda e avermelhada, escorrendo pelas coxas torneadas e abdômen definido.

Foi tão repentino que tirei minhas mãos dele, dando um pulo para trás. Observei Percy se remexer todo, grunhindo e fungando, lágrimas saindo de seus olhos inchados até que finalmente o membro em questão se acalmou e caiu ainda completamente ereto contra o abdômen de Percy.

— Oh, magnífico! — Roberta exclamou, satisfeita, batendo palmas. — Você acaba de arruinar um orgasmo. Como você se sente?

O estranho era que Roberta perguntava isso para mim e não para Percy que ainda gemia baixinho, seu membro voltando a pulsar, bem na nossa frente.

— Como eu me sinto? Não deveria ser Percy--

— Não se preocupe com isso. — Roberta disse, sorrindo docemente.

— Mas ele ainda está duro!

— Ah, é só um pequeno detalhe. — Roberta disse e Carla concordou. — Agora que ele teve seu orgasmo, de volta para a gaiola.

— Gaiola? Você quer dizer… — Aquele instrumento de tortura? Eu quis dizer a ela.

— Cas-ti-da-de. — Carla disse, soletrando. — Ele é o mais obediente quando é negado. Você não terá nenhum problema com ele. A não ser que você queira ter alguma diversão. É só não deixar ele gozar com muita frequência.

Cruzei os braços e olhei para elas. Roberta e Carla observavam Percy com olhares afetuosos. Depois olhei para Percy que tinha os olhos fechados, já se acalmando, parecendo cansado e... satisfeito? Não, o que melhor o descrevia era contente. Isso, frustrantemente contente.

— Obrigado, senhoras, senhor.

— Bom garoto. — Roberta disse. Ela deu a volta na sala e parou mais uma vez ao lado de Percy, acariciando os cabelos dele, enquanto se virava para mim. — Sabe, ele é um homem muito solitário. Na maior parte do tempo tudo o que ele precisa é de um carinho e um pouco de atenção. Quando as coisas começarem a ficar muito frustrantes, uma palmatória ou uma cena já dá contra. Uma ou duas vezes por mês, uma boa transada é essencial.

— Como? E porquê? — Tive que perguntar.

— Percy vem até nós para... descarregar essa agressividade que ele tem. É catártico para ele. Às vezes, você vai precisar ser firme e rígido. Quanto mais ele lutar, mais firme você vai ter que ser. Mas isso só vai acontecer se você não der o que ele precisa.

— Como eu poderia saber disso? É ridículo!

— Ele é uma pessoa vocal. Se ele precisar de alguma coisa, ele vai te pedir. Pode ser com gestos ou palavras, é bem difícil não entender. Qualquer dúvida você pode vir até nós.

— Você tem certeza que sou a pessoa mais indicada para isso?

— Sim. Você é suave, mas firme quando necessário. A autoridade que Percy precisa.

— E porquê não uma de vocês duas?

— Nós já temos nossos brinquedinhos. Só estávamos ensinando ele até que achássemos a pessoa perfeita.

— Eu sou essa pessoa?

— Não fomos nós que escolhemos, apesar de acharmos que vocês são um bom par.

— Percy escolheu. — Carla terminou a fala de Roberta.

— Percy escolheu?

Tive que olhar para Percy relaxado contra a poltrona depois disso. Ele agora tinha o rosto todo corado, olhando para qualquer lugar que não fosse para mim.

— Hmm. — Murmurei, talvez começando a me interessar. — Acho que tudo bem. Eu só...

— Você…?

— Não prometo nada. Vou tentar, mas se não der certo… não me culpem.

— Ninguém vai fazer isso. Aqui, nós somos uma família. Pode não parecer, mas nós somos.

— Eu sei. Não quis ofender.

— Você não ofende. — Carla disse.

— Pois, bem. Seja bem-vindo oficialmente a nossa família. A chave da sua casa é essa. Se acomode e depois nos diga o que você achou. Percy já está instalado, então se houver algum problema nos contate, ok?

Cansado de discutir, concordei e aceitei a guia que era ligada à correia de Percy. Ela era feita de couro, uma tira fina e negra que se ligava a coleira que Percy usava, uma igualmente de couro preto e pesada, agarrado ao redor do pescoço de Percy exatamente como mãos fariam, o prendendo feito um cachorro em uma focinheira. 

Assim, ambos nos levantamos, eu da almofada super macia, e Percy, do sofá de couro. Porém, quando eu fiquei em pé, não estava preparado para ver o que aconteceu. Percy, aquele que deveria ser o submisso suave e vulnerável, se levantou junto, tendo facilmente mais de dez centímetros a mais que eu. O engraçado é que eu não me sentia menor do que ele, e se duvidasse, Percy poderia ser o menor de todos se dependesse da atitude dele. Ele se curvava um pouco, tinha as mãos atrás das costas e mantinha a cabeça abaixada, olhando para a frente como se quisesse se esconder, mesmo que até se curvando fosse facilmente a pessoa mais alta na sala.

— Obrigado, eu acho.

Tentei sorrir e puxei levemente a correia de Percy. Ele foi, é claro, sempre um passo atrás de mim, mas perto o suficiente, quase enfiando o rosto no meu pescoço e se curvando sobre mim. Eu não sabia porque, mas tinha a impressão que não era necessária toda essa aproximação. Suspirei e olhei para trás, pegando Percy me olhando fixamente. 

Eu parei no meio do caminho e continuei o encarando até que ele se deu conta do que fazia e abaixou a cabeça, parecendo encabulado.

— Me desculpe, Mestre.

— Sei. 

Olhei mais alguns segundos para ele e me virei, continuando nosso caminho. Se eu quisesse sair dessa sem ter que cumprir alguma pena ou me tornar um submisso, eu teria que fazer isso dar certo. Tudo culpa dessas leis ridículas que diziam que, ou eu era um dom, ou eu era sub, e que se até meus vinte e um anos eu não decidisse por conta própria, o governo decidiria por mim. 

Isso que dá não ter interesse por sexo, agora eu teria que recuperar todo o tempo perdido. Se eu cumprisse no mínimo um ano de “serviços prestados”, estaria livre para viver como bem entendesse, como lutei até não poder mais, teria que viver monitorado e sempre vigiado até que tudo isso acabasse.

Parte II

Eu não sabia muito bem o que fazer, então peguei minhas coisas no prédio da administração e segui o guarda que nos guiou até a casa de número 43. O guarda bateu continência e se afastou, andando apressado para longe da gente. Estranho. Olhei para a porta, e me lembrei da chave que tinha sido entregue a mim. Eu a peguei do bolso e a coloquei na fechadura eletrônica. Na verdade, era um cartão. Tudo o que eu precisava fazer era encostar o cartão e dar minha digital, e voilá! Um apito baixo soou, a porta destrancou e se abriu automaticamente para nós.

Eu ainda não podia acreditar, tudo era tão estranho e tão arrumadinho… coloquei a cabeça para dentro da casa e já quis sair dali. Essa não era minha casa, não era meu lar--

— Senhor?

Eu? Eu era o senhor?

Olhei para Percy e vi que o homem gigante ainda esperava comigo do lado de fora da casa, a dois passos de distância de mim. 

Pelo menos ele aprendia rápido.

— Porque você não entrou? — Tive a necessidade de perguntar.

— Porque… o senhor não entrou também.

O quê? Significava que eu tinha que entrar primeiro? Isso fazia eu me lembrar de Maria e Hades… lembranças que era melhor ficar no passado.

— Entre, Percy. — Eu disse ao invés.

E somente quando eu disse isso foi que Percy suspirou aliviado e entrou, carregando minhas malas com ele.

Estranho.

Entrei na casa junto a ele e caminhei até a sala de estar, o fazendo parar comigo. Percy continuou olhando para mim, ainda segurando as malas e esperando por alguma coisa, e só então percebi que eu ainda segurava a guia dele, que na verdade eu a segurava com força, o forçando a permanecer perto.

— Será que você poderia colocar minhas coisas no quarto? — Soltei sua guia e a vi cair da minha mão, ela parecendo se mover em câmera lenta até bater no peito nu Percy e a ponta repousar em seu abdômen, contrastando lindamente com sua pele bronzeada, sem nem uma marquinha em todo seu corpo esculpido. 

Meu olhar ficou ali por um momento, observando a perfeição que ele era quando ouvi um pigarro.

— Isso é uma ordem ou pergunta? — escutei Percy dizer.

Olhei para Percy, sentindo um sorriso querer aparecer pela primeira vez desde que cheguei aqui, mas Percy não parecia nada bem. Ele tinha empalidecido e olhava para o chão, tentando se encolher.

— Me desculpe, senhor.

— Nada disso. E não me chame de senhor.

— Do que devo chamá-lo?

— Nico ou Niccolas. O que você quiser.

— Eu não devo. Não é apropriado.

Pensei sobre isso e comecei a andar pelo cômodo, me forçando a me acostumar com a ideia de morar ali e de ter um submisso novamente.

— Que tal você me chamar de Nico quando somos só nós dois? E me chamar do apropriado quando estivermos em público?

— Sim, senhor. — Quando fiz uma careta, Percy concluiu. — Sim, Nico.

Então, Percy se virou, andou para fora da sala e quando voltou a aparecer, ele tinha um objeto na mão e um pote na outra.

— Sen-- Nico, eu… eu trouxe isso.

Percy colocou as coisas em cima da mesa de centro e eu me aproximei, analisando os objetos. 

Aquilo era…? Não! Mas era! Um cinto de castidade, a gaiola que Roberta tinha citado. Quando as garotas mencionaram isso pensei que fosse brincadeira, não seria a primeira vez que elas fariam isso comigo. Mas ali estava, um objeto de ferro maciço de cor clara e prata, parecendo bem pesada.

Eu me aproximei de Percy e toquei em seu ombro, tentando confortá-lo.

— Você não precisa fazer isso. Não vou contar a elas. — Eu disse no tom mais manso que pude. 

— Eu… eu quero. O senhor poderia…

Pisquei, tentando ter certeza se o que eu via era real e, sim, Percy abriu bem as pernas, ofereceu o objeto a mim e abaixou a cabeça, obediente e submisso, praticamente implorando. Eu ainda me lembrava o que elas tinham dito, Percy pediria o que ele precisasse e cabia a mim conceder seus desejos.

— É o que você quer?

Percy acenou que sim, mas eu ainda não sabia como fazer isso. Nem sabia se queria.

— Eu devo…?

— Sim.

— Como vai caber?

Porque, de fato, a gaiola era bemmm pequena, no máximo dois a três centímetros de espaço. Eu não sei como isso era possível. Ou confortável.

— Você quer me mostrar? — E quando Percy fez uma careta, eu completei: — Só dessa vez.

Vocês veem, o negócio era complicado. Percy ainda estava meio ereto e tudo aquilo com toda a certeza não caberia em um lugar tão estreito. Tipo, era muito grande, mais do que meu, isso eu podia afirmar. 

Observei Percy sentar no sofá, abrir bem as pernas e encaixar a primeira parte do objeto em seus testículos. Ele as prendeu direitinho, pegou a segunda parte do ferro, encaixou sobre a cabeça do membro e a empurrou para baixo. Eu só podia sofrer em silêncio vendo Percy se remexer desconfortável, tentando fazer algo tão grande caber em algo tão pequeno.

— Nico, você poderia pegar para mim?

Percy indicou o pote e quando me aproximei vi que era gelo. Muito gelo, alguns já derretidos e outros bem inteiros. Levei o pote até Percy, já temendo pelo pior, quando ouvi:

— Você pode passar em mim?

Sim, ele não disse “passar para mim” e sim “passar em mim”. 

Deuses, eu iria direto para o inferno. Mas tentando ser um bom dom, me agachei entre suas pernas abertas e peguei um pedaço de gelo. Eu o levei até a base do membro de Percy e comecei a deslizar o gelo suavemente por ali.

— Assim?

— Mais… ah!... mais forte… por favor? — Percy gemeu, implorando, arfando rápido.

Eu fiz, peguei mais gelo e pressionei com mais força, subindo até onde a gaiola não alcançava quando ouvi um gemidinho ardido. A gaiola entrou e foi até o fim, o membro de Percy amolecendo, agora confinado dentro daqueles míseros três centímetros. Era de fato um encaixe mais do que apertado.

— Você está bem, querido? — eu não pude me conter, acariciando as pernas dele, tentando o acalmar.

— Sim. — Percy respondeu baixinho, suas maçãs do rosto coradas. — Eu preciso colocar o cadeado na tranca.

Olhei em volta e vi que de fato havia um cadeado minúsculo em cima da mesa junto a uma chave. Me estiquei e o peguei, voltando para perto de Percy, encaixando o cadeado na tranca e o prendendo.

— Assim? — Voltei a perguntar.

— Sim. Sim. — Percy repetiu sem ar, jogado contra o sofá, ainda todo exposto, parecendo não se importar que eu continuasse o olhando.

— E a chave?

— Quero que fique com o senhor.

— Do que você precisa? Você sabe que sou novo nisso, não sabe? Você tem que me dizer, não importa o que seja.

Mas enquanto eu dizia isso, minhas mãos foram em direção a cinta de Percy. Eu me sentia em um parque de diversão, querendo experimentar todos os brinquedos de uma só vez. E definitivamente, começava a entender o que as garotas diziam com “ter seus próprios brinquedos”. Eu não lembrava ser tão divertido ter um submisso.

Deslizei minhas mãos pelas pernas de Percy vendo seu suave arfar e seus músculos tremerem, e toquei naquelas bolas ainda inchadas, parecendo muito necessitadas. Eu as massageie cuidadosamente e ouvi um gemidinho agudo vindo de Percy.

— Doí muito?

— Hmmhm. — Percy negou com a cabeça, mesmo que a expressão dele ficasse entre o meio-termo entre prazer e dor, mesmo que ele tentasse esconder o rosto.

— Percy, você quer que eu pare? Com palavras, por favor.

— Não, ah! Não, senhor.

O engraçado era que eu não conseguia entender como alguém daquela estatura e força poderia gostar de algo assim, tão… constritivo, ou eu deveria falar, libertador? Porque enquanto eu continuava minha exploração por suas bolas, brincando com elas e as movendo, Percy abriu mais as pernas e jogou a cabeça para trás como se estivesse gozando; eu apertei mais um pouco e um líquido começou a sair da cabeça avermelhada, através do metal.

Percy estava gozando? E como isso era possível? Não, esse deveria ser o único jeito de demonstrar estar excitado e como não havia como ter uma ereção, seus fluidos apenas… se manifestavam, certo? 

Eu definitivamente não lembrava de ter feito isso com meu antigo submisso.

— Tudo bem? — Perguntei quando Percy moveu a cintura, gemendo baixinho.

— Sim, senhor.

Só para testar, cansei de ficar agachado e me ajoelhei entre suas pernas. Olhei para os olhos quase fechados de Percy e abri a boca, levando minha cabeça para o meio de suas pernas. Segurei nas pernas dele e lambi a pontinha, devagar e gostoso, sem me preocupar com nada além de seus gemidos. Devo dizer que não era muito, porém era o suficiente para sentir o gosto de Percy e fazê-lo gritar. Decidi que era o suficiente quando Percy curvou a coluna e agarrou os próprios cabelos, arfando. Não que eu não estivesse me divertindo, mas estava ficando tarde e eu era responsável o bastante para entender quando eu via alguém chegar ao seu limite. Ou vai ver, era eu quem estava chegando no meu limite.

Eu me levantei, observando Percy todo estatelado contra o sofá, mas só me movi quando vi que ele respirava normalmente. Acariciei os cabelos de Percy, já que isso parecia acalmá-lo e peguei o pote com gelo que agora só tinha água derretida. Saí do cômodo e comecei a andar pela casa. Vi um banheiro, alguns quartos vazios até que no fim do corredor encontrei a cozinha. Despejei a água na pia, peguei um copo de água e voltei por onde tinha vindo.

Quando entrei na sala novamente, Percy ainda estava lá. Ele tinha os olhos fechados, as pernas em cima do sofá, enquanto ele as agarrava, a ansiedade nos movimentos de Percy bem óbvia. Eu não vi outra escolha, coloquei o copo na mesa de centro, me sentei junto a Percy no sofá e toquei em seus ombros, fazendo Percy pular, assustado.

— Está tudo bem. O que aconteceu?

— Nico?

— É claro.

— Oh. — Percy disse, parecendo mais surpreso ainda, tirando o rosto das pernas e me olhando de perto, seu rosto se iluminando ao me ver.

— Você pensou que eu tinha ido embora? Para onde eu iria?

— Me devolver. Não seria a primeira vez.

O-ou… alguma coisa estava muito errada ali. Quem devolveria Percy? Ele era tão bonito e forte e gostoso… pessoas preconceituosas, era isso o que elas eram.

— Está tudo bem. Vamos para o quarto, sim? Me mostra o caminho?

Percy acenou e se levantou. Com as pernas ainda bambas, Percy se apoiou em mim e ambos subimos para o andar superior da casa.  

***

— Como você se sente? Dói muito? — Eu achava que já tinha perguntado pela décima vez.

Eu não conseguia evitar. Sabia que Percy estava bem, agora com uma roupa quente e cobertas até o pescoço, mas ainda sim, eu não pude evitar. Devia ser a culpa de ter o tratado daquela forma, como um… como um objeto. Pronto, falei. Eu só gostaria que Percy falasse algo mais do que “sim, senhor” e “mais”, como agora, por exemplo.

— Palavras, por favor.

Percy se acomodou melhor na cama, no lado em que se deitava, e se virou para mim, seu olhar quase se fechando, contente. Ele puxou as cobertas mais para cima e continuou me olhando sem dizer uma palavra.

— Percy.

— Sim, Nico.

Viu? “Sim”. Era tudo o que ele me falava. 

Com seus olhos piscando devagar e mãos debaixo dos cobertores, Percy apenas se deixou ser ninado na tranquilidade, enquanto me encarava.

— Você não vai falar comigo?

Quando Percy não disse nada, suspirei. Desisti de tentar e me virei para tirar meus sapatos e roupas sujas.

— Ouvir sua voz faz eu me sentir melhor. Seguro. 

Senti mãos no meio das minhas costas e me virei para ver o acontecia. Era Percy, é claro, me abraçando por trás.

— Eu já disse que não vou a lugar nenhum.

— Então…

— Preciso tirar a roupa.

Percy me soltou como se estivesse sendo queimado e eu senti sua falta imediatamente.

— Eu não me importo. Você pode me tocar. Eu só preciso…

Me levantei antes que acontecesse outro acidente. Tirei toda roupa, me enfiei debaixo das cobertas e abri os braços:

— Você se importa? Gosto de dormir assim.

Percy negou com a cabeça e praticamente se jogou em meus braços, rodeando minha cintura com seus longos e musculosos braços e encostou sua cabeça sobre meu ombro, entre o vão do meu pescoço.

— Obrigado, Nico.

— O prazer é todo meu. — Falei, relaxando contra o batente da cama.

Parte III

Aquele dia tinha sido, de fato, muito longo. Primeiro, cheguei atrasado no trabalho, depois, dois oficiais do Gabinete de Assuntos Humanos apareceram. Eles até foram preparados com algemas e tudo, caso eu decidisse resistir. O mais chocante foi quando eles me falaram para eu dizer meu endereço e que eu precisava fazer as malas. 

“Leve tudo o que você puder” — Um deles falou.

“Seu chefe já sabe que você se ausentará por uma semana.” — O outro completou.

Foi tudo o que me disseram até chegarmos às instalações governamentais que gerenciavam os casais mais novos e problemáticos. No passado, a desculpa que tinham dado é que devido à internet as pessoas tinham parado de socializar e essa era uma medida necessária para aqueles que tivessem problemas em achar um par. É verdade que a taxa de natalidade e casamentos duradouros tinha crescido e tudo, e a taxa de mortes e agressividade, tanto em homens quanto em mulheres, baixado, mas, no fundo, todos sabiam que essa era apenas mais uma forma de controlar e ter certeza que todos fariam sua parte para a continuação da propagação da espécie.

Assim que desci do carro, um letreiro bem grande em letras garrafais podia ser visto: “Instituto de Assuntos Humanos”. Estava mais para bordel, um bem esterilizado e chique, mas era o que era.

Logo na porta, duas mulheres me receberam com sorrisos e gestos apressados, pedindo que eu as seguisse. Pela primeira vez na vida, fiz o que me pediam, na esperança que se eu obedecesse tudo aquilo terminaria o mais rápido possível.

Passamos pela administração do lugar e depois elas me levaram por um corretor tão longo que pensei que ele nunca teria fim. 

Elas pararam em frente a uma porta e se viraram para mim.

— Sinto muito pela pressa. No momento, estamos com muitos internos e temos que dar um jeito nisso rapidíssimo. Vamos explicar tudo depois, agora, precisamos que você escolha alguém, a pessoa que mais te chamar atenção, ok? Não se preocupe se não der certo, temos tempo para trocar se for necessário.

— Trocar o quê? — Foi tudo o que consegui dizer antes de uma delas me arrastar para dentro da sala, enquanto que a outra ficou do lado de fora, esperando.

Entrei na sala e vi que lá dentro havia cinco pessoas. Três mulheres e dois homens, todos pelados, sentados em cadeiras confortáveis enquanto alguns falavam entre si.

— Senhoras e senhores, temos um visitante.

Assim que ouviram o que a mulher disse, eles se levantaram e se ergueram com suas colunas eretas, peito estufado e mãos atrás das costas, mantendo os pés afastados.

— Muito bem. — A mulher disse, batendo palmas. — O que você está esperando, inspecione seus submissos.

— Eu? — Eu disse, apontando para minha pessoa.

— Você espera que eu escolha por você? — Ela deu uma risadinha e começou a andar pela sala. — Que tal Katt, aqui? Ela pode realizar suas fantasias mais loucas.

Cruzei os braços e virei a cabeça para a parede, me negando a participar disso.

— Não? Então, um dos rapazes. Luke é uma boa escolha. Você nunca se sentirá entediado com ele.

Eu me virei em direção a ela para dizer que aquilo era ridículo quando vi a quem ela se referia, o homem era tão alto quanto eu e seus olhos faiscavam, o que significava que a mulher estava certa em suas previsões.

— Eu não quero ninguém. Porque você não me manda para casa e resolve tudo isso com outra pessoa, sim?

— Infelizmente, isso não é possível. Ou você escolhe um deles e acata nossas ordens, ou algo pior pode acontecer. Você não quer que isso aconteça, quer?

— Eu preciso mesmo?

— Sim, eu sinto que sim.

— Tá bom. Então… — Eu me virei para as opções disponíveis e analisei cada uma delas. Eu não chegaria perto de uma mulher mesmo que me pagassem, aquilo simplesmente não era minha praia, e o que restou foram os dois homens; um era o tal de Luke, que sorria para mim, prometendo noites de intenso prazer. Então, me virei para o outro homem, que praticamente se escondia no lado mais distante da sala, parecendo querer sumir dali.

Andei pela fileira de pessoas e parei em frente a ele. O homem olhava para baixo e tinha uma expressão tão triste que senti o impulso de abraçá-lo. E quando digo homem, é exatamente isso. Enquanto que as outras pessoas na sala não deviam passar de vinte ou vinte e dois anos, esse deveria ter no mínimo uns trinta. Eu sentia que não deveria ser tão impulsivo, entretanto quando menos vi, segurei no queixo dele, tentando fazê-lo me encarar. Ali, descobri os olhos verde-azulados mais bonitos e profundos que eu já tinha encontrado.

— Eu quero ele. — Eu disse, sem pensar. O homem apenas piscou, lento, e franziu as sobrancelhas, sem dar uma palavra ou lutar contra meu agarre.

— Muito bom, uma ótima escolha. Percy irá se encaixar a você perfeitamente. — A mulher, então, se voltou à sala e anunciou: — Vocês estão liberados. Desculpe, gente.

As pessoas murmuraram chateadas, mas obedeceram. Elas saíram uma a uma até que só restou ela, Percy e eu. O resto, vocês já sabem, “aprendi” o básico sobre sexo, conceptivos e outras coisas a mais. E de fato, nunca pensei que ser responsável por alguém pudesse ser tão… interessante. Não era um fardo, como pensei que seria, e não era cansativo e irritante, como pensei que me sentiria; era como abrir os olhos para um mundo novo, um mundo que eu pensei que tinha esquecido as regras, mas que estava disposto a redescobrir.

— O que você quer saber? — Ouvi Percy falando baixinho, contra a pele de meu pescoço, quando eu pensava que Percy já tinha caído no sono.

— Hmm… quero saber tudo.

— Isso não é uma pergunta.

— Então, tudo bem, espertinho. Sua cor favorita?

— Cor favorita? — Percy questionou, sua voz tomando um tom alegre.

— Sim, qual o problema?

— Azul. — Ele disse, suspirando. — Todos os tons de azul.

— Só azul?

— Só azul.

— Comida favorita?

— Eu não tenho uma.

— Vamos, me diga alguma coisa.

— Eu… quando eu era pequeno, no meu aniversário… minha mãe costumava fazer tudo azul. Docinhos, torta, bolo. Até o refrigerante era azul.

— Então sua comida favorita é azul? — Eu queria rir do absurdo disso. Mas era fofo e doce, igual a Percy.

— Banda favorita?

— Eu não sei, gosto de várias. Eu só… coleciono música.

— Quem você mais admira?

— Minha mãe. — Dessa vez, Percy não hesitou em admitir. — Ela era a pessoa mais forte do mundo. Quando meu pai desapareceu, ela fez o melhor que pôde.

— Foi difícil?

— Hmmhm. — Percy murmurou, se aconchegando melhor a ele. — Durante um tempo foi, fiz o que pude para ajudar ela.

— O que aconteceu?

— Ela morreu antes que eu pudesse dar o que ela devia ter tido.

— E agora?

— Agora? Tenho meu próprio negócio, sou CEO de uma empresa que presta serviços de investimentos. A J&C associação e administração.

E eu ainda tentando sair da faculdade! 

Acariciei os cabelos de Percy e beijei seu rosto.

— Isso é muito bom. Ela deve estar orgulhosa, não importa onde ela esteja.

— Eu só gostaria que ela estivesse aqui.

— Eu também. — Respondi quando Percy se calou, me fazendo lembrar da minha mãe, que ainda estava bem viva. Eu gostaria de dizer que minha história era tão traumática quanto a de Percy, mas isso seria uma grande mentira. Decidi também me calar e continuar brincando com os cabelos de Percy até que o sono chegasse a nós dois.

***

— Você pode me passar a farinha? — Ouvi Percy falar em seu tom de voz baixo e rouco.

Estávamos na cozinha, assando biscoitos de chocolate, enquanto que a comida nos esperava espalhada pela mesa. Percy mexia a mistura e eu observava seus movimentos firmes e decididos, vez ou outra, jogando algum ingrediente na massa. Eu sentado e ele de pé, praticamente me ignorando, e ainda assim, eu não sabia o que era mais doce — os biscoitos, aromáticos e adocicados, ou ele, parecendo tão competente e bonito com seu avental azul-escuro. 

“Lindo”, foi o que eu quis dizer a Percy quando o encontrei na cozinha naquela manhã. 

Por um momento ao acordar, abri os olhos e não reconheci onde estava. Olhei para os lados, em busca do meu relógio de cabeceira, apenas encontrando meu celular, descarregado. Investiguei o resto do quarto e me lembrei, eu não estava em casa, estava em uma instituição do governo cumprindo um tipo de pena não-punitiva. Entretanto, o que realmente me fez sair da cama foi o cheiro de comida. De café e algo doce, algo que me fazia lembrar de dias melhores, da infância, de minhas irmãs e da nossa casa na Itália.

Quando desci as escadas, fui presenteado com a melhor das visões. Percy estava sem camisa e descalço, em frente ao fogão, mexendo algo em uma frigideira gigante, enquanto cantarolava. Percy provou a comida com uma colher pequena e desligou o fogo, logo em seguida se virou para a bancada, já misturando algo em uma grande travessa transparente.

— Hmm… que cheiro bom. — Cheguei por trás dele e coloquei minhas mãos em sua cintura, encostando minha cabeça sob seu pescoço, dando um beijinho ali. Bem, talvez mais de um.

Percy gemeu, ficando tenso, e parou o que fazia até que eu o soltei e dei a volta na bancada, parando em frente a ele.

Ali estava, aquele adorável tom avermelhado em seu rosto, seus olhos fixados na travessa.

— Você quer biscoitos? Eles não devem demorar.

— Não quis invadir seu espaço.

— Você não invadiu.

— Então, porque você não me olha nos olhos?

Percy parou de mexer a massa e levantou a cabeça, me encarando, parecendo encabulado.

— Não estou acostumado com isso.

— Com o quê? — Eu quis saber.

— Isso, alguém se aproximando de mim por vontade própria. Esse… afeto sem pretensões.

Como eu deveria entender isso? Que Percy não deixava outras pessoas se aproximarem ou era as outras pessoas que não se aproximavam?

— O que isso quer dizer? 

— Quando as pessoas olham para mim… — Percy disse, voltando sua atenção para os biscoitos. — … elas esperam que eu aja de certa forma.

— Como?

Percy dá de ombros e derrama um pouco de leite na mistura.

— Como eles esperam que você aja, Percy?

— Bem… sou alto e musculoso, eu sei. Elas esperam que eu vá querer transar com elas, quando, na verdade, quero que elas transem comigo.

Hmmm… isso não seria um problema comigo. Mas não foi o que eu disse.

— Sinto muito.

— Está tudo bem. — Percy deu de ombros mais uma vez. — Entendo porque eles pensam assim.

Porém, Percy tinha um olhar tão triste… sua coluna também estava curvada, como se ele tentasse se proteger, o que me dizia que isso tinha acontecido mais vezes do que Percy deixava transparecer.

— Acho que a gente devia conversar. — falei, mudando de assunto.

— Conversar?

— Sim.

Percy pareceu murchar ainda mais. De qualquer forma, ele acenou, botou a massa dos biscoitos em uma assadeira, a colocou no forno, e me seguiu para fora da cozinha.

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— Se sente, Percy. Eu não mordo. — Ri da minha própria piadinha, ainda que Percy se arrastasse atrás de mim, desanimado.

Observei Percy se sentar em um sofá à minha frente, há quase dez metros de mim, e suspirei. Eu não entendia o motivo para tanto drama. Por isso, me levantei, dei a volta na sala de estar e me sentei do lado dele, segurando em suas mãos que tremiam.

— Relaxe, ninguém vai embora aqui. Quero falar sobre limites.

— Limites? — Percy exclamou surpreso, como se a noção de tal palavra nunca tivesse passado por sua mente.

— Sim, limites. O que é permitido e o que não é. Seus gostos e como você quer ser tratado. Como você não quer ser tratado.

— Como eu quero ser tratado? — Vi Percy cruzar os braços em frente ao peito e se inclinar para trás, como se a pergunta o ofendesse.

— Sim. — Eu disse. — Você conhece a concepção de consensualidade?

— Quem não conhece? O que isso tem a ver com a gente?

Eu quase sorri. Era bom saber que Percy poderia fazer mais do que somente obedecer ordens. Porque, eu tinha que admitir, não sei se conseguiria viver com alguém que não seria capaz de ter o mínimo de auto-estima ou entender a diferença entre o certo e o errado.

— Quero que você me diga o que você gosta.

— Você não deveria saber dessas c-- Percy parou no meio da frase, arregalando seus olhos. — Eu… eu não quis dizer isso.

— Sim, você quis. — Sorri para ele, sentindo a culpa sair de meus ombros a cada palavra. — Como você gosta? Desse jeito?

Segurei em suas mãos e as acariciei devagar, vendo a reação dele. Um pequeno arfar saiu de seus lábios.

— Ou desse jeito? — Me aproximei e o peguei pelo pescoço, segurando na coleira dele. Puxei seus cabelos para trás e o beijei, o fazendo se curvar todo em minha direção.

Quando o soltei, Percy deixou escapar um gemidinho tão gostoso, arfando tão docemente, que não resisti e o beijei novamente, mordendo seu lábio inferior e enfiando minha língua em sua boca até que ele se derretesse completamente.

— Você gosta mesmo de dor?

Percy não respondeu e eu puxei seus cabelos novamente, arrancando um gemido entrecortado dele: — Si-im!

— Humilhação? Ser dominado?

— Sim! 

Dessa vez, nem precisei arrancar a resposta dele. Percy respirava tão rápido e esfregava as coxas uma na outra tão impaciente, que era difícil não entender.

— Ativo ou passivo?

— Passivo? Ativo? Os dois? — Percy disse, arfando e confuso, se segurando em meus ombros, seus olhos bem abertos, me encarando de frente pela primeira vez, mesmo que não houvesse nenhuma intenção de enfrentamento. 

— Você terá que ser paciente comigo. 

— Paciente? — Ele entortou a cabeça para o lado, tentando entender.

— Sou virgem. 

Bem, era quase isso.

Não era verdade, mas eu queria ver a reação no rosto dele. Bem que… fazia tanto tempo que eu me sentia como se fosse um. E Percy não me decepcionou, a expressão de surpresa veio primeiro, depois a de curiosidade. Percy olhou para baixo, na direção da minha cintura, e mordeu os lábios, parecendo muito interessado.

— Você vai me ensinar, Percy? Como você gosta de ser tocado? Como você quer me tocar?

Percy apenas acenou, parecendo incerto.

— Vamos aprender juntos, tudo bem? Não quero que você se sinta desconfortável.

Isso pareceu tranquilizar Percy. Eu o beijei mais uma vez nos lábios e o soltei devagar.

— Porque você não termina os biscoitos enquanto comemos? Roberta nos espera.

Percy acenou animado e se levantou, mas antes de se afastar, plantou um beijo molhado em meu rosto e fugiu para a cozinha. Fui atrás, seguindo em sua sombra, e me sentei no mesmo lugar de antes. Ele nos serviu e depois de alguns minutos, os biscoitos estavam prontos. Com nós dois, já vestidos, e preparados para mais uma sessão com Roberta e Carla, segurei na mão de Percy e sorri para ele. Eu apenas precisava me lembrar de pedir algumas dicas a elas e se possível, ler o perfil de Percy. Eu sabia que elas teriam todas as informações que iriamos precisar se eu quisesse que isso desse certo.

Então, o que vocês acharam? Eu estava pensando em transformar essa em original também, mas... apesar do tema, ela me passa uma sensação de imaturidade tão grande! E também me parece um pouco apressada. Apesar dessas coisas, e além de me dar um pouco de vergonha por causa da fetichização, eu gosto dela. É diferente do que eu escreveria hoje em dia. Foi escrita em 2020! Cada vez me sinto mais velha. Como sempre, está incompleta, mas tem por volta 80 mil palavras. Talvez eu termine ela em algum ponto. Por enquanto, vou colocá-la. Ela também está no AO3 e no SpiritFanfic.

Agora, eu gostaria de saber quem tem interesse continuar lendo essa história.

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+ 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

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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

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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

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