AMOR DE BABÁ - Nico!Babá, Percy!Professor - Capítulo II

AMOR DE BABÁ - Nico!Babá, Percy!Professor - Capítulo II

Olá, como vai? Mais um capítulo chegando. Nessa parte Nico e Percy vão se conhecer. Espero que vocês gostem!

CAPÍTULOS ANTERIORES: Capítulo I

AMOR DE BABÁ - Nico!Babá, Percy!Professor - Capítulo II

Nico desceu do ônibus e parou em frente a um grupo de casas luxuosas, já estranhando o lugar. Ele segurou o celular com força e verificou o endereço que lhe mandaram. Sim, era ali, Rua dos pinheiros… eh… o que parecia estar certo, havia árvores tão altas que pareciam desaparecer entre as nuvens. Ele deu de ombros e andou pela calçada larga, sentindo como se entrasse em um mundo desconhecido ao ver que os tijolos no chão eram pintados de uma cor amarela num tom dourado e fosforescente, se estendendo sem fim por longos quilômetros que mais parecia sair de um conto de fadas conforme as fileiras de residências se perdiam ao horizonte e além.

Ele não podia evitar, se via deslumbrado por aquele lugar; eram os grandes portões que delimitavam as propriedades, as separando por muros ainda mais altos. Árvores gigantes e canteiros menores com flores em diferentes formatos e cores que bloqueavam a visão das outras casas ou do que havia dentro daqueles portões. 

Ele continuou andando e parou em frente ao conjunto que tinha o número 17, onde mais um grande portão de ferro negro subia mais alto do que ele podia ver. Nico não conseguia expressar como era estranho estar num lugar como aquele, o ambiente era tão quieto e a ausência de qualquer pessoa por ali fazia sua pele se arrepiar. E só para ter certeza, ele verificou mais uma vez se aquele era o endereço correto. Nico coçou os cabelos, tentado a abrir mais uma vez o e-mail com os dados do contratante, porque aquilo só podia ser um engano; o que ele presenciava não podia ser chamado de casa. Agora que chegava bem perto dos portões, podia ver que era um conjunto de pequenas mansões bonitas e bem estruturadas. Cercas brancas, largos jardins, parques, piscinas, academias e tudo mais o que pudesse ser imaginado, além de seguranças que protegiam o perímetro ao redor da propriedade e nas áreas comuns a todos os moradores.

Parecia que ele de fato tinha entrado em uma realidade paralela, o que era estranho. Nico sentia que ele não era alguém que aquelas pessoas contratariam para trabalhar ali, alguém sem faculdade, sem qualificações ou indicações profissionais adequadas. Mas já que Nico estava ali… ele deu de ombros outra vez. Que mal tinha em tentar?

Ele andou até a frente do portão e apertou o interfone:

— Com licença, sou Nico Di Ângelo. Tenho uma reunião com Annabeth Chase na casa 4.

— Sim, bom dia. A Senhorita Chase deixou um recado. — O porteiro solicito e educado, lhe disse. — Ela pede desculpas por não poder recebê-lo pessoalmente. Nós o encaminharemos até o local.

Restou a Nico agradecer e esperar que os portões se abrissem. 

Ele jurava que estava tentando manter a mente aberta, porém, a coisa mais esquisita aconteceu em seguida. Enquanto parte do portão deslizava para o lado, dois seguranças com o triplo do seu tamanho o olharam de cima a baixo e pararam em sua frente.

— Documentos. São regras do condomínio. — Nico achou mais estranho ainda, mas tudo bem. Já que ele tinha embarcado nessa loucura, iria até o fim.

Ele abriu o zíper da mochila e entregou a eles sua carteira de habilitação. O mais alto e ruivo pegou o documento de suas mãos e tirou uma prancheta de dentro do posto da guarita, se aproximou, olhou para as informações que tinha e depois pareceu comparar com as informações do documento. 

O mesmo guarda-costas escreveu alguma coisa no papel e entregou o documento e a prancheta para ele, dizendo: — Assine aqui. — Foi tudo o que o ruivo lhe disse antes de Nico assinar rapidamente e o segurança conferir a assinatura. Quando as informações pareceram bater, o outro segurança que estava ao lado acenou e o guiou até um carro que o esperava em frente a outro portão menor.

Nico se deixou ser encaminhado até o próximo portão e sentiu vontade de rir; primeiro, esse era algum tipo de prisão luxuosa? E em segundo, por que havia um carrinho de mini golfe ali? O mais interessante era que o carinho até vinha com um motorista particular.

Ainda achando graça, ele entrou no carro, colocou o cinto de segurança e se deparou com um garoto da idade dele, algo entre vinte e vinte e cinco anos, cabelos castanhos, olhos negros e um bonito sorriso largo.

— Primeira vez?

Ele acenou, tentando não demonstrar como tudo aquilo o incomodava e o divertia ao mesmo tempo.

— Não se preocupe, todo mundo fica meio assustado na primeira vez. Qual o seu nome?

— Nico.

— É um prazer, Nico. Você pode me chamar de Gabe. Vou te dar uma carona pelo tempo que você ficar por aqui.

— Por quê? Você acha que eu não vou ficar muito tempo?

— Ninguém fica. Não é nada pessoal. Você sabe como são essas pessoas.

— Como elas são?

— Acho que você vai descobrir, não vai?

Assim, quando ele menos percebeu, Gabe parou o carro em frente a casa de número 4. 

Sorrindo com covinhas e dentes brancos, Gabe perguntou: — Eu posso? — E antes que Nico pudesse responder, Gabe o ajudou a tirar o cinto de segurança, deu a volta no carro e estendeu a mão para ele. 

— Não se esqueça, não leve para o lado pessoal. — Ele piscou para Nico, todo charmoso e deu a volta no carro, entrando no lugar do motorista. 

“Certo. Nada pessoal. Claro.” Nico pensou consigo mesmo, vendo Gabe se afastar rapidamente pelas ruas do condomínio, arrancando para longe dali. 

Ele se permitiu respirar fundo e encarou a casa de dois andares que era rodeada por um jardim tão extenso que não era possível ver nada além da natureza, alguns carros e mais árvores que cresciam altas com folhagens volumosas. Não restava para Nico nada além de tentar ignorar a exuberância do lugar, dizendo a si próprio, não era nada demais; esse seria apenas mais um emprego onde ele ficaria alguns meses, faria um pouco de dinheiro e seguiria para o próximo trabalho até que tivesse dinheiro o suficiente para custear seus estudos. Apenas mais um dentre tantos outros. 

Ele deu mais alguns passos em direção à porta e subiu os poucos degraus, esses feitos de um mármore branco e cinza, seguindo o resto do design da casa; tudo muito pálido e em tons pastéis, isso ficando claro até mesmo do lado de fora da casa. Em seguida, tocou a campainha antes que seus nervos falassem mais alto, restando a Nico respirar fundo mais uma vez, tentando se acalmar. Ele arrumou suas roupas amassadas e segurou na alça da mochila passando a mão nos cabelos, tentando ajeitá-los no reflexo da tela do celular, o que se provou ser inútil. Não havia milagre naquele mundo que o faria se sentir adequado ou bem-vestido, assim, ele se forçou a esperar o mais paciente que alguém como ele poderia.

Não era nada demais, disse a si mesmo mais uma vez. Ele sempre ficava nervoso no primeiro dia e isso nem tinha a ver com os chefes insuportáveis ou abusivos que Nico já teve o prazer de aturar, não, tudo isso estava impregnado em sua pele não importando para onde ele fosse. Fazia parte de sua condição psicológica. Embora isso não tenha durado muito tempo.

Impaciente e vencido pela ansiedade, ele tocou novamente a campainha, apertando o botão mais forte do que pretendia no exato momento em que a porta se abriu bruscamente, revelando um homem alto de quase dois metros de altura, cabelos negros bagunçados e intensos olhos verdes que o fitavam com desinteresse. O homem parecia ter pulado para fora da cama, vestindo apenas calças de moletom cinza e mostrando… mostrando uma trilha de pelos que levava a um certo volume avantajado naquele lugar.

— Sim? — O homem murmurou rouco, seus olhos mal se abrindo e tão sério que Nico pensou em dar meia volta e escapar daquela situação estranha.

Se sentindo pior ainda, como se alguém revirasse suas entranhas, Nico manteve seus olhos acima dos ombros do homem seminu e conferiu o celular, verificando novamente o e-mail que a agência tinha enviado.

Casa 4. Empregadora - Annabeth Grey.

— Posso falar com a senhora Annabeth Grey?

— Volte no próximo mês. Talvez no próximo ano, sim? Nunca pensei que ela gostasse dos mais novos… — O homem murmurou quietamente como se Nico não devesse ter escutado, principalmente a última parte, distraído, nem parecendo se importar com a presença dele.

— Senhor…?

— Jackson, Percy Jackson. — Ele disse de má vontade, bocejando.

— Sr. Jackson. — Nico falou. Ele fez questão de ignorar o que aquele senhor insinuava. — Me avisaram sobre a vaga de cuidador infantil. A agência me enviou aqui.

— Ah.

Percy Jackson não agiu como ele esperava. Não, o homem apenas levantou as sobrancelhas e o encarou pela primeira vez parecendo lhe analisar, o dissecando com seus analíticos e intensos olhos verdes, como se tentasse decidir se Nico valia o seu tempo. O que fez Nico se sentir ainda mais estranho, querendo se esconder e socar a cara daquele homem ao mesmo tempo.

— Você tem experiência com crianças? — Percy Jackson lhe disse, mesmo que não fosse o que o homem pretendia falar. Isso estava nítido para Nico.

— Cuido dos meus irmãos desde criança. Serve? — Quando Nico viu que parecia desrespeitoso demais, completou: — O anúncio não exigia especificações.

— Me deixe ver.

Não parecia ter sido um pedido.

— Claro. — Ele deu de ombros, fingindo não se importar com aquele interrogatório todo.

Nico entregou o celular para o Sr. Jackson e se sentiu vitorioso quando o homem não achou nada de errado. Sr. Jackson apenas pareceu ler, virou a cabeça para o lado e suspirou fundo, dizendo: — Típico dela.

— Se o senhor quiser posso ir embora. — Afinal, nenhum dinheiro era suficiente para passar aquele tipo de humilhação. Ou o que ainda estava por vir. Nico nunca tinha certeza do que poderia acontecer.

— A culpa não é sua. Entre.

Sr. Jackson deu espaço para que Nico entrasse e assim a porta se fechou, dando início a algo que ele em hipótese alguma poderia ter previsto.

Obrigada por ler. Sua presença é muito bem vinda. E se você puder me deixar um comentário dizendo o que gostou ou não, eu ficaria muito feliz. Não estou buscando alguém para afagar meu ego, e sim uma opinião sincera. De verdade. Vou adorar conversar com vocês.

Até logo,

Ana.

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

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

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

Chapter XX

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, I refuse. You're not leaving!”

"Honey, I have to work.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you promise?”

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

"Can I go with you?”

"Where?”

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, what brings your sister here?”

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

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

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

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

"Hmm, and how did that happen?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Percy shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter XXI

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

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

That was already getting on his nerves.

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

"What, no… but… is that all?”

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

"What were you thinking?”

"You and Percy seem so close…”

"Hazel!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What? People coming to your new house?”

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

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

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

"Does it start with “no”?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I--”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I…”

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The children miss you.”

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

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

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

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

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

"Aren't you afraid?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

See you next week!


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1 year ago

Obsessed with the idea of Bianca who got it wrong, who assumed that because her fatal flaw was her holding onto grudges, Nico's must be as well

And with Nico, who at certain point of his life realizes that just isn't true, but refuses to learn his actual fatal flaw, because if they can share at least that, even just that, then a piece of Bianca is still bounding them together.

And he just can't let go of her.

Nico whose real fatal flaw is his unconditional neverending love


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7 months ago

Nico and Percy

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

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

Lets start with the choking scene.

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

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

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

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

‘Want – to – rescue,’ he choked.

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

‘No – choice?’ he gagged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re too late,” Jason said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, yes,” Hazel said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And once by Reyna about Nico

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

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

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

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

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

1 year ago

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

Hi, how are you? Just in time, huh? I'm trying not to split up the story too much. So, I hope it's acceptable. Feedback is always good.

Enjoy it!

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

"Are you ready? I didn't tell you we were coming." Percy took his hand and pulled him out of the car.

Nico couldn't believe he was back in the house where his best memories were made. This was the house of his childhood, the place where he had discovered that love and affection were still possible after his mother death. It was the place where Nico had discovered that love could come in many shapes and sizes and be expressed in simple or complicated ways.

"Maybe we should come back later?”

"She'll be happy to see you.”

"Are you sure?”

"Nico, this is your home too. It always will be.”

Nico had to take a deep breath, stopping in front of the front door. He felt so guilty! Percy wasn't the only person he had left behind. Sally had also been one of them. His second mother, the person he could tell everything after Percy, always offering him a tight hug and an open kitchen.

"Percy, I--”

"Shhh." Percy held his hand, smiled at him and finally pushed open the door of the house, leading him inside. "Mom! We're here!”

It didn't take long. Soon they could both hear the sound of heels on the white granite floor, and appearing from one of the doors that Nico knew to be in the kitchen, Sally came almost running and with so much energy that for a moment Nico saw himself in the past, the first time he had come through that same door, seeing the simple but elegant decor. Cream-colored sofas, almost white blue walls, puffs and blankets scattered around the room and a large television. The smell was the same, the same fragrance of freshly made food, sweet and sour, making him smile immediately.

"Nico, my son." That was all he heard before Sally's attack came, thin, strong arms encircled him and long, dark brown hair fell over him, Sally's perfume was still the same.

"Gods, look how much you've grown! And those cheeks, hm? So pretty.”

"Mom!”

"Percy, look at him. Have you sorted yourselves out? I hope so! You've been gone for three days! That's the least I can hope for.”

"Sally." Nico finally said, smiling, and leaned towards her, receiving another hug from Sally with pleasure.

"I can't believe I'm getting my assistant back! Our menu has suffered with you gone. How about we discuss it tomorrow? Are you staying with us today? What a question! Of course you are.”

Sally took his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen and Nico looked back, seeing Percy shrug. He knew it would take time for Sally to grow tired of him now. And as the saying goes, "like mother, like son", or something like that. And since there was no point in fighting with any of the Jacksons, Nico let himself be carried away by Sally, not that he minded; it was always fun to spend a few hours in Sally Jackson's company, delicious food, relaxed conversation and a friendly shoulder to vent on.

***

It had been a long time since Percy had walked the streets of his neighborhood. They weren't what they used to be, from quiet and humble to full of tall buildings and noisy cars due to the subway line located a few blocks from his house. The good thing about all this was that now there was a store or a market, or even a shopping center, on practically every corner. Which was exactly what he was looking for. Walking nonchalantly, Percy went straight to a stationery store and soon found what he was searching for, a dark leather journal with a delicate and beautiful appearance, just like Nico. 

He paid for it, walked around the mall and found himself standing in front of a familiar Jewelry store, remembering going into that place years ago and buying something special, but never going through with his plan. Now, a few hours later, he was on his way home. Imagine his surprise when his mother's helpers came in with bags after bags of food and pots and pans. Percy wasn't even surprised anymore. In fact, it was a familiar sight, but one he hadn't seen since Nico had left, the house full and the scent of sweets and snacks permeating the air.

Well, it looked like his present would have to wait.

Without being seen, he went to his room, left the bag on the bed and opened the first drawer of the dresser, finding the rings he had bought. Could this be the moment he had been waiting for? After all, they had already made it clear that they loved each other, so why not take the next step? He had learned that the best thing to do was never to assume anything, and if he didn't speak up, how would Nico know? Percy couldn't wait to see Nico's reaction.

So, exchanging the rings for the diary, he took the box with the rings and put the diary in the drawer, feeling confident. Percy left the bedroom and headed towards the kitchen, almost running into a girl wearing an apron from his mother's restaurant. She apologized and hurried out of the house, without the usual flattery. He hoped this one would last longer than the others. It wasn't that his mother was a bad boss, the problem was that most people didn't have the same enthusiasm as she or Nico had when it came to cooking.

Percy finally entered the kitchen and was faced with a full feast. He saw roasted, fried and boiled meats, grains and pasta of all kinds, not to mention sweets and salty foods that weren't all that healthy.

“Are we having a gala dinner or what?" He had to ask as soon as he entered the kitchen. It was kind of funny. Sally and Nico were there, along with several helpers, covered in flour and other things Percy couldn't identify, all wearing identical aprons and moving around in such an organized way that they looked like worker ants.

"You're right, darling!" His mother exclaimed. She wiped her hand on a towel, as energetic as he'd seen her in a long time, or at least not at this "child who ate too much sugar" level, and hugged him tightly, before walking back into the kitchen to check the oven and make sure everything was in order. "Call your friends! Call your friends' friends. No, better yet, call your friends' parents too.”

Percy wasn't sure about that. Did he even still has that many friends left? Percy shrugged, about to do what his mother had asked when Nico appeared in front of him, trying to find a place to put some sort of whitish cake on the table.

"I will help you.”

Percy moved some things around and finally found a space, taking the dish from Nico's hands and placing it on the counter.

"Here's my baby. Where have you been?”

"I'm not your baby.”

“ You are not?”

Was now a good time? No matter how Nico was dressed, in his school uniform or in his tight pants, and even now with flour from head to toe, Nico would always be the prettiest and cutest thing Percy would ever see, especially when he tried not to be embarrassed by this public display of affection.

Percy put his hand in his pocket, touched the box and watched for a moment, seeing Nico lower his head, his black hair protected by a hairnet, allowing him to see the blush spreading strongly across his dark face and down his long, elegant neck. Percy didn't hold back, he grabbed the back of Nico's neck and pulled him close, kissed him slowly and longingly, and only stopped when he heard a moan and the sudden silence that followed; the murmurs around them stopped and so did the sound of banging pots and pans.

"Per," Nico whispered in an almost non-existent voice and grabbed his arm, his face now on fire. So shy and so sweet, Percy could feel the sugar on Nico's tongue and the sweetness in his gentle touch. 

But just when he thought Nico would pull away, as he often had in the past, Nico just stood there, clinging to his arm, looking at him without knowing what to do. Maybe this wasn't the right moment, because if Nico had reacted like this to just one kiss, caught off guard and all anxious, what would Nico do if he got down on one knee in the middle of the kitchen? 

Unfortunately, when something like that used to happen, Nico wouldn’t know what to do. He would freeze from head to toe, and as if he had no script for this kind of situation, Nico rather do nothing for fear of making a mistake.

"Beautiful. Give me a hug, hm?”

Nico blinked slowly and bit his lips, looking unsure. In the end, Nico did as Percy asked. He put his arms around Percy's waist and hugged him tightly for a long moment, hiding his face against his neck, Percy hugged him back and stroked Nico's long hair, comforting him.

"Right.” Percy raised his head and, still hugging Nico, looked around at each of his mother's helpers, which had the desired effect.

Everyone began to move as one and the atmosphere returned to normal. He thought about apologizing to Nico, but the thought of Nico understanding that kissing him in front of other people was wrong made his stomach churn. Nico was a very perceptive being, and if he understood that he was doing something wrong, Nico would never do it again, like the time they were talking to some people, Nico laughed too loudly and someone scolded him, after that, it took him months to see Nico smiling in public.

"What you got for me?”

"Have you ever had Japanese cake?" Nico seemed relieved by the change of subject and let go of his waist. He took Percy's hand and led him to a light, spongy cake, unlike anything he had ever eaten.

Nico cut off a piece and put it on a plate for him. As soon as he took a bite, the cake melted on his tongue, something so delicious that Percy couldn't explain it, so he just moaned, closing his eyes in pleasure.

"That good?”

"Everything my baby does is exemplary.”

"Thank you.”

Percy stopped eating and paid attention to Nico. In fact, he stopped and watched him. Nico looked happy and content in his apron and flour-stained clothes. He looked like a little chef, proud of a job well done.

"I saw it in a restaurant in Verona and wanted to try it.”

"Beautiful.”

"You should study cooking." This time it was Sally who spoke, finishing a chocolate tart and watching them discreetly. She approached them and put one of her hands on Nico's shoulders. "Have you thought about it?”

***

"You should study cooking. Have you thought about it?”

Nico blinked slowly, trying to concentrate on anything other than the way Percy was looking at him, who almost missed the moment when Sally approached the corner where they were standing.

"Hm?”

"Have you decided on your graduation course?”

"Ah." Nico glanced at Percy out of the corner of his eye, but focused on Sally. "I don't know. Hades wants me to do administration.”

"Why not something you're talented at? Like music or cooking? Arts?”

"I... I'd like that very much. I don't know if Hades would allow it.”

"You know, the other day this nice, polite man brought his family over for dinner. He said that the place where he works has an excellent cooking course." Nico took a good look at Sally, trying to figure out what that meant. "Why don't you do a double degree? I have his contact if you're interested.”

"It's also close to home." Percy added.

Nico stopped everything and leaned on the edge of the bench, trying not to get his hopes up.

"I couldn't.”

"Darling, you don't have to worry about the details. Have a look, will you? I'll take care of everything.”

"No, Sally. You don't have to... I never--”

"It’s okay, darling. Money is not a problem." Then Sally smiled at him all radiant and caught him off guard once again, hugging him tightly. "No matter what you choose. We'll support you, now and always.”

"Oh." It was all that escaped his throat, a choked, muffled sound against Sally's shoulder. His vision blurred, and his throat tightened, but his heart beat strongly, a delicious warmth heating his chest as Percy's hands touched his shoulders, embracing him and Sally at once.

"Mom is right. We'll support you no matter what, even if I have to go to Italy with you.”

"Did you plan this? To surprise me and not let me think about it?”

"Nico, of course not, silly!" Sally exclaimed energetically and grabbed his shoulders, her big light brown eyes hitting him right in the middle of the chest. "Percy did some vocational and aptitude tests last year and since then we've been looking for the best options. You have to do them too, they're pretty accurate. Does next week sound good? Ah, we have so much to do!”

And so, as if talking about his future was something ordinary, Sally  continued again, mixing something in a large glass pot with a spatula.

"That's right, then. College decided. Will we have a wedding?”

"Wedding?”

"Of course! The sooner we set the date, the better! What about a house? You'll be near us, right? And... Percy didn’t talk to you yet?”

Nico didn't know if he was ready for such a big step, he didn't even know if he could finish high school without self-destructing himself, let alone… marriage.

"Mom!" Percy grumbled. "She's joking. Don't listen to what she says.”

It was Percy who said it, but his gaze was intense on him, thoughtful and analytical. And... maybe... maybe Sally wasn't joking,  if it were for the disappointed expression on Percy's face.

"Since when have you been planning these things? “

"Since…”

"Since when?”

"Ever since I realized that waking up next to you was the best part of my day.”

Nico thought there was something strange in his eyes, they wouldn't stop watering. It must have been sinusitis. Yes, that was it. Maybe an allergy.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Percy insisted, and suddenly the world disappeared and only the two of them mattered; the sound of banging pots and whispers disappeared, even the hurried murmurs around them vanished.

"What was I supposed to say? Are you asking me to marry you?”

This was the best and worst moment of his life. Percy smiled at him and reached into his pocket, pulling out a delicate velvet box. And then, the worst came, Percy knelt down on the floor full of flour and sugar, and opened the box, showing him that inside were two identical gold-plated rings with a small diamond in the center, one large and the other smaller, with delicate engravings around the rings, the rings so delicate that Nico was afraid to touch them.

"You can't be serious!”

"I bought them before you ran away to Italy. I wish I'd told you sooner. I was afraid it would drive you away again.”

And without asking permission, Percy took hia hand and slid the smallest of the rings onto the ring finger of Nico’s right hand.

"This ring is proof of my commitment and fidelity to you. It's my promise to always be by your side and to always give you whatever you need and want. No matter what or where.”

"Percy, stop it! Right now! You don't want this." Nico pulled away from Percy's hands and tried to take the ring off, feeling anxious, but he couldn't get it off. Something inside him stopped Nico.

"Of course I want it. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Percy kept smiling and remained kneeling, as if paying for his sins in a prayer of love.

Percy crawled on his knees until he was close enough to touch again and offered Nico the box, saying: "It's your turn to put it on me. Will you marry me?”

"Gods!" Nico whimpered, that tightness in his heart and warmth in his chest spreading like hellish flames through his veins. "You'll regret this. You'll regret it so much. Then, don't blame me for what happens.”

"I take full responsibility.”

Sniffling, Nico knelt down too and did the same as Percy, placing the ring on the ring finger of Percy's right hand and observing their hands together. Not even in his wildest dreams could Nico have imagined something like this.

"Satisfied now?”

"And my kiss, hm?”

Still feeling anxious and shaky, Nico jumped into Percy's lap and kissed him with everything he had, being greeted by the strong embrace of the person Nico loved most in the whole world.


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1 year ago

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

Oii, como vai? Hoje teremos o capítulo completo! Talvez um pouco grande, mas eu espero que vocês gostem^^ Juntei a parte do post anterior e a outra parte é inédita, porém sem revisão. Esse capítulo foi uma improvisação, mas achei que o Percy não poderia ser um dom experiente do dia para a noite, certo?

Boa leitura.

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

— Bom garoto. Tão obediente. — Nico fechou os olhos bem apertado e se negou a responder, sentindo seu corpo balançar com o efeito do orgasmo.  

Não que ele fosse capaz no momento. Não, Nico acha que nunca tinha gozado com tanta força em sua vida, e ouvir Percy falar assim com ele, o fazia estremecer ainda mais. Nico achava que nem o próprio Percy sabia o que essas palavras faziam com ele, o tom de voz aveludado e agora o toque suave que o acalentava depois de algo tão intenso. Não era apenas isso, era a forma como Percy falava com ele, como se Percy realmente estivesse orgulhoso; era a forma que Percy olhava para ele, o analisando friamente dos pés à cabeça e, ao mesmo tempo, com aquela fome no olhar que o fazia querer obedecer a cada ordem. Ele não conseguia lidar com isso, então, era melhor apenas se sentir grato por esse momento estar acontecendo. 

— E, então? — Nico ouviu Percy dizer, o sentindo tocá-lo e massagear seus braços, chegando em seu pulso para enfim abrir a algema. Engraçado, para quem tinha medo de ser preso, ele nem hesitou quando Percy sugeriu. 

— Então, o quê? — Nico murmurou, ainda ligeiramente desorientado. Ele nem mesmo conseguiu levantar os braços, permitindo que Percy continuasse a massagear a pele avermelhada. 

— Foi bom ou ruim? 

— Hmm? 

— Você gostou do que eu fiz? 

Não era obvio? 

— Eu gozei duas vezes. 

— Não quer dizer que você tenha gostado. 

— E você, gostou? — Nico rebateu, tentando se mover, o que apenas o fez cair para trás feito uma jaca podre. 

Quando Percy não respondeu, Nico olhou para ele. Era bem claro o que acontecia, Percy e seu complexo de mártir. A verdade é que ele tinha gostado, ambos tinham, e isso parecia ser um problema para Percy. 

— Eu gostei, tá bom? Quer dizer, seu queixo ainda está molhado. 

Para provar a evidência do crime, Nico se esticou todo, gemendo de dor em seus músculos e passou os dedos no rosto de Percy, mostrando o líquido a Percy. 

— É, eu acho que sim. — Mas Percy ainda tinha aquela expressão analítica, quase rígida demais, como se estivesse se preparando para dar a próxima ordem, o que se tornou verdade no final. — Fique aqui. 

— Para onde eu iria? 

— Com você eu nunca sei. Só não… fuja. Tudo bem? 

— Eu disse que não vou fazer isso de novo. Até quando você vai me culpar por isso? 

— Eu sinto muito. — Percy tentou sorrir, e quando isso não funcionou, ele deu as costas a Nico, que caiu mais uma vez nos travesseiros. 

Parecia que Nico não era o único traumatizado pelo passado. O que ele podia fazer? Essa era a história deles, às vezes feliz, outras, problemáticas. Nico não trocaria o que viveram por nada nesse mundo. Onde ele estaria se não tivesse conhecido Percy em um banheiro público de escola? O que ele teria feito se Percy fosse igual aqueles garotos? Pelo menos, eles não estariam nesse impasse. Será que se… que se ele forçasse as coisas só um pouquinho, Percy veria que não havia motivo para tanta culpa? Afinal, Percy sempre gostou da verdade e de coisas bonitas… 

— Nico.  

Se assustando, Nico viu o rosto de Percy perto demais e segurou nos ombros de Percy, o afastando. 

— No que você anda pensando, hmm? Conheço bem essa carinha. 

— Não sei do que você está falando. 

— Você não está aprontando, está? Se comporte. 

— Eu sempre me comporto. — “A não ser quando eu preciso”, Nico pensou, colocando sua expressão mais inocente. 

— Vou acreditar em você.  

Percy se sentou a seu lado e começou a limpá-lo. Em seu peito, abdômen e então no meio das pernas de Nico, suavemente deslizando uma toalha umedecida, chegando em sua entrada. 

— Você não precisa fazer isso. 

— Eu quero fazer. — Percy murmurou, o beijando no rosto. — Você tinha razão. Eu estava ausente, prometo que vou te recompensar. 

— Que tal começando agora. Me deixa te chupar? 

— Como isso pode ser uma recompensa para você? — O importante nisso tudo é que finalmente Percy tinha sorrido, acariciando seus cabelos. 

— Isso é um sim ou um não? 

— É um talvez depois. Agora, está na hora do bebê tirar uma soneca. 

— Eu não sou um bebê. 

— Então por que você está bocejando no meio da tarde? 

Era uma boa pergunta.  

Nico só deixou que Percy o cobrisse porque ele tinha se deitado a seu lado e o abraçado bem forte, também entrando debaixo das cobertas junto com ele. 

*** 

Por algum motivo, Percy se sentia exausto. Ele se permitiu relaxar no travesseiro contra as costas de Nico e fechar os olhos, apenas por um momento, apenas o suficiente para sentir o peso sair de suas costas. Era um peso metafórico, é claro, um peso que ele nem sabia estar ali. Percy nunca imaginou que a culpa poderia drenar alguém a ponto de afetá-lo fisicamente. As coisas também eram assim no passado? Percy não conseguia se lembrar. Esse era um mal hábito que ele tinha desenvolvido, outra muleta psicológica, ele sabia. Percy se esquecia e guardava a sete chaves no fundo da mente tudo o que fosse traumático ou frustrante. 

Quer saber? Ele tinha decidido não pensar no que fosse ruim ou bom, bem ou mal, e se concentraria no que fosse o certo para eles. Eles estavam confortáveis com isso? Ótimo! Parecia divertido? O fazia se sentir bem? Então, seria o que eles fariam. O que adiantava fazer o que era considerado como “normal” se isso causava tanta dor, e não do tipo que Nico parecia gostar? Era melhor se ele falasse com a mãe, só para tranquilizá-la. Percy sabia melhor do que ninguém que Sally o perturbaria até que ele falasse com ela. 

Se sentindo cansado mais uma vez, Percy saiu debaixo das cobertas, tentando não acordar Nico e viu algo caído no chão. Ele deu a volta na cama e ali no meio do caminho estava o diário que ele tinha dado a Nico. O diário estava aberto no início das primeiras folhas e tinha uma caneta presa, marcando a última página escrita.  

Ele também já tinha se esquecido disso. Felizmente, parecia que mesmo ele sendo uma pessoa horrível, Nico ainda era o mesmo doce garotinho, sempre o obediente. Sim, Percy pôde ver que Nico já tinha escrito algumas palavras e tinha personalizado a contracapa: 

DIARIO DO NICO  Se perdido, devolver para o Percy! 

Percy teve que rir, já se sentindo leve. Tinha até uns desenhos bonitinhos de corações, anjinhos e diabinhos ao redor das letras. Entretanto, o que realmente chamou sua atenção foi a página em que a caneta estava presa.  

“Eu adoro aquele tipo de espaço mental em que eu quase flutuo, quase delirante, sabe? Minha cabeça fica leve e eu não faço ideia do que quero fazer, só quero o que você quiser que eu faça. Na maioria das vezes, tudo o que sei é que quero ser fodido com tanta força que eu mal consiga falar e tudo o que eu consiga fazer seja pequenos gemidos quando você me perguntar alguma coisa.” 

“Quero o tipo de sexo que deixa marcas nos meus quadris e a forma das suas mãos na minha pele. O tipo de sexo que deixa o meu peito coberto de mordidas e as suas costas cheias de arranhões. Quero o tipo de sexo que faz o meu corpo doer e pulsar e que me faça te sentir entre as minhas pernas no dia seguinte.” 

Esse era um trecho que parecia se destacar das outras páginas, algo escrito às pressas, em garranchos despreocupados, á tinta preta e sem decorações ao redor, como se Nico não quisesse passar muito tempo com aqueles pensamentos e só precisasse despejá-los no papel. Esse foi o real motivo que o fez encarar aquelas palavras por longos momentos, estático, parado no meio do quarto com Nico ainda dormindo tranquilamente, sem nenhuma preocupação. 

Era impossível não comparar os dois estilos tipográficos. De um lado da folha, vinhas e arvores que pareciam se entrelaçar até os céus, acompanhados por linhas de poemas, simples e bonitas, do outro, uma prosa desajeitada e vulgar, permitindo a Percy ver os dois lados de Nico que ele raramente via juntos. Tinham outros desenhos, é claro. Um demônio e um anjo que ocupavam uma página inteira, descrições de personalidade e características físicas, algumas poucas linhas de narração que na página seguinte eram interrompidas por mais garranchos com pensamentos soltos. 

“Quero que você me abrace e me toque,   quero que você me faça sentir seguro e pequeno,   feito o bebê que eu nego ser.   Quero que você me diga quando ninguém estiver vendo:   "Como está o meu garoto? Ele se comportou?"   Quero ter regras e quero ter que pedir autorização.   Quero ser disciplinado quando não faço o que você mandar.” 

Percy teve que parar de folear o diário e olhar para Nico dormindo cama. 

Ele... porra! Ele queria fazer tudo isso, queria fazer todos os desejos de Nico se realizarem. E sabe por quê? Eram os mesmos que os seus. Cada palavra e confissão parecendo ser algo que ele faria se a culpa não o tivesse impedido até aquele momento. Será que essas fantasias realmente eram de Nico? Ou será que era algo que Nico tinha escrito para se vingar dele? Ou, pior ainda, era o que ele tinha levado Nico a acreditar que ambos queriam? Mas, ao mesmo tempo, Percy conseguia reconhecer Nico em cada linha, seja desajeitada ou elegante, misturado a influência que ele tinha sobre Nico e outras coisas e momentos em que Percy não esteve presente para moldá-lo. 

Sinceramente? Percy estava aliviado. Saber que Nico tinha tido outras experiencias e conhecido outras pessoas e que mesmo depois de tudo isso Nico ainda tinha voltado para ele, tirava mais uma parte do peso que ele nem sabia que levava. Entretanto, a questão importante era: Como ele poderia fazer... tudo isso sem passar dos limites? Como ele poderia se certificar que Nico não sairia disso o odiando de verdade? 

Ele... Percy precisava de ajuda. E de algumas coisas, também. Algo que fizesse Nico entender a seriedade da situação, do quanto ele desejava que Nico permanecesse seguro e feliz. Parece que esse era o momento de agir. 

*** 

Nico abre os olhos e a primeira coisa que nota é a luz do sol entrando pelas persianas, o cegando momentaneamente. Sua cabeça pulsava com uma dorzinha irritante nas têmporas, mas seu corpo estava o mais relaxado em que ele já esteve. Sua visão estava turva também, atordoado pelas endorfinas que ainda pareciam manter seu corpo calmo e sua mente maravilhosamente vazia, como se toda a ansiedade tivesse sido sugada por uma mangueira compressora. Nem mesmo suas aventuras com garotos mais experientes tinham causado esse tipo de reação nele. 

Ele olhou para o lado, esperando encontrar Percy e recebeu em troca a ausência e um pedaço de papel, Percy nem mesmo deixando seu calor para trás, o que significava que Percy tinham se levantado tempos atras. 

Bem, Nico não deveria criar expectativas quando Percy estava lidando tão mal com as coisas nos últimos tempos. E ele disse que daria tempo para Percy se acostumar com as coisas, não disse? Mesmo que fosse difícil continuar esperando por algo que talvez nem fosse acontecer, ele não tinha outra escolha. Era melhor ter a companhia de Percy do que não ter nada. Mas isso não queria dizer que ele não fosse tentar seu máximo para conseguir o que queria. 

Se dando por vencido, Nico se sentou na cama e pegou o bilhete. 

"Você dormiu bem? Eu tive que sair rapidinho.  Prometo estar de voltar para o café da manhã.  Me espere.  Per.” 

Era só isso? Era o que ele merecia depois de sentir seu mundo sacudir? Isso era tão justo! Chega! Ele iria tomar uma atitude imediatamente.  

Esquecendo da dor de cabeça e os dos músculos doloridos, Nico amassou o bilhete, o jogou em algum lugar em direção ao cesto de lixo e marchou até parar em frente ao guarda-roupa. Isso era tão ridículo! Nunca pensou que chegaria o momento em que ele teria que se rebaixar a tanto. Ele pegou a caixa com seus brinquedos, enfiou a mão no fundo dela e pegou uma embalagem lacrada, de cor preta. Era algo que a vendedora tinha sugerido e já que ele tinha comprado coisas piores, não era isso que o tornaria uma pessoa ruim. Ele colocou a pacote em cima da cama, pegou os itens que iria precisar e entrou no banheiro. Nico iria mostrar para Percy quem mandava ali. 

*** 

Percy se sentia bem melhor agora.  

Como ele poderia explicar? Bem... tinha um lugar, um tipo de bar, e ele tinha ficado curioso, sabe? Percy nunca participou, entretanto... ele tinha assistido e entendido bem rápido como as coisas funcionavam. O que ele podia fazer? Sua mãe sempre dizia que conhecimento era algo que ninguém podia tirar de você, e de fato, tinha sido algo difícil de esquecer. Talvez ele tivesse ficado entediado sem Nico por perto ou talvez quando ele se viu sozinho, sem ninguém para vigiá-lo... por que não? Sendo que Percy não precisava mais ser o cara bonzinho? 

O fato era, Percy tinha descoberto que ele fazia aquelas coisas sem precisar que ninguém o ensinasse. Pelo menos ali, aprendeu que o que ele fazia era errado se Percy não pedisse permissão antes.  

Um bom exemplo disso eram as palavras, pequenas sugestões que se repetidas poderiam se tornar em comportamentos condicionados, como quando você ensina seu cachorro a dar a patinha em troca de petiscos. Pessoas tinham as mesmas tendencias e vontades semelhantes, também. Algumas mais assertivas e outras, mais obedientes. Era um dinâmica normal, nada forçado, é claro, apenas modos de comportamentos onde cada um se sentia mais confortável para se expressar. E isso era só o começo, nem sequer era algo sexual ou romântico, apenas atitudes que a maioria das pessoas não reparavam. Sua psicóloga da época tinha sugerido algo parecido. Não que ele fosse atras desses tipos de clubes e sim que Percy analisasse por que ele se sentia tão codependente de Nico ou porque Percy se sentia tão frustrado. E como parecia estar relacionado a sexo, ele pensou... por que não? Sua mãe tinha apoiado a ideia e, seu irmão e Grover, amado mais ainda. Assim, como uma família unida, todos foram investigar o bar, incluindo sua mãe. 

O importante era que quando ele descobriu o que fazia com Nico já era tarde demais, Nico tinha ido embora e ele tinha ficado sozinho, com todas aquelas ideias e ninguém para testá-las. Percy não se orgulhava do que tinha feito, mas não se arrependia tão pouco. Sendo sincero? Ele não se importava com aquelas pessoas e se ele tivesse magoado algumas pelo caminho, não era da sua conta. Percy nunca prometeu nada a elas, cansando de avisar o que aconteceria no fim. 

Era por isso que Percy estava ali naquela manhã, um bar vinte e quatro horas que funcionava como lanchonete durante o dia. Fazia mais de um ano que Percy não entrava lá, mas como eles eram o lugar que ele mais confiava, teria que ser ali mesmo. 

Percy respirou fundo e entrou pelas portas de ferro negras, chegando a primeira área onde havia mesas e cadeiras de madeira que ao anoitecer seriam retiradas para dar lugar a pista de dança. Continuou andando mais ao fundo e encontrou o bar, um balcão longo junto a uma cozinha espaçosa, vendo os garçons pegarem pratos de comida para serem entregues. Ele só esperava que ningue-- 

— Percy, querido. Quanto tempo! 

— Vanessa. — Percy disse e se virou, vendo sua “professora” favorita. Ela era uma dominatrix atenciosa, bondosa e firme, algo que ele sempre quis ser e que nunca teve a paciência. Em comparação a ela, Percy era ansioso e um tanto cruel. Quem sabe um dia? 

— O que te trás aqui? Finalmente procurando companhia? Tenho um submisso que-- 

— Não dessa vez. — Percy disse e sorriu, negando educadamente. — Estou procurando Apolo. Será que ele está por aqui? 

— Ah, isso é tão bom. Quem é o garoto? 

— Alguém novo. 

— Hm, entendi. — Mas ela parecia o julgar como todos faziam. 

— Não tão novo. Ele é novo na cena. 

— Ah, tudo bem. — Vanessa voltou a sorrir e saiu de trás do balcão. — Eu sei exatamente o que você quer. 

Então, juntos, eles passaram por mais uma porta, subiram uma escada em caracol e chegaram no segundo piso, cheio de portas com quartos particulares, alguns com janelas que permitiam ver dentro dos quartos e no fim do corredor, uma porta grande de metal negro que eles também entraram. 

Realmente, aquela sala era o que Percy estava procurando. Ele sentia que se trouxesse Nico ali, o garotinho iria passar algumas horas perguntando para o que aquelas coisas penduradas na parede serviam. Também havia um balcão mais ao fundo do cômodo, onde um homem alto e loiro lia uma revista, usando um fone de ouvido. 

— Ei. — Percy disse assim que se aproximou.  

Apolo olhou para cima e no mesmo momento tirou o fone e se levantou, correndo em sua direção. Estava tudo bem, porque Percy estava preparado. Ele abriu os braços e deixou que Apolo o abraçasse o quanto quisesse, se esfregando nele. 

— Ah, olha o nosso pequeno dom. Tão crescido. Você tem malhado? Aposto que os garotinhos te perseguem. 

Não desde que Nico tinha voltado, mas esse era outro assunto. 

— Só um. Eu estava procurando algo específico. 

— Eu sei exatamente o que você precisa. 

— Eu não disse nada ainda. 

— E não precisa. 

Apolo sorriu todo esfuziante, pegou um cestinha de compras e começou a andar pelos corredores e prateleiras.  

— Deixa eu ver. Algo discreto para o dia. 

Apolo esticou a mão e pegou uma gargantilha, algo no estilo gótico. Uma tira de couro maleável e discreta com cristais pequenos a enfeitando. 

— Algo para brincar. 

Dessa vez Apolo pegou uma coleira rosa clara, pesada e com grandes furos, com uma plaquinha de identificação e um fecho para colocar uma guia se ele quisesse. 

— Algo para mantê-lo quietinho e comportado, sim? 

Finalmente Apolo pegou uma focinheira com uma bola no meio, uma venda de ceda e algemas macias. 

— Pronto. Isso deve bastar. 

— Eu não posso, isso é muita coisa. 

— É um presente para nosso dom júnior! 

— De verdade, eu não posso-- 

— Verdade! Está faltando uma coisa! 

— Apolo, não! 

— Sim. 

Antes que Percy pudesse impedi-lo, Apolo voltava com uma palmatoria. Sua superfície era toda em couro preto, feito de um material rígido, mas a ponta dela tinha um acolchoamento macio que traria dor sem deixar muitas marcas. 

— Apolo! 

— Vamos, é só dessa vez. Eu nunca vi você interessado em ninguém. Considere um presente de boa sorte. 

— Exatamente! Eu não posso aparecer com isso. Ele vai pensar que eu-- 

— Ele não está errado. 

Percy bufou e desistiu de discutir. Apolo era tão ridículo que isso tornava impossível contrariá-lo. 

— Além do mais... — Apolo continuou, embalando os itens em uma caixa bonita. — Já que você me rejeitou, o mínimo que você pode fazer é aceitar meu presente. 

— Quanto ficou? — Percy, para sua própria sanidade, decidiu ignorá-lo, e pegou a carteira. 

— Você não ouviu o que eu disse? É um presente. 

— Qual é! Isso vale pelo menos mil reais. 

— E daí? Eu sou rico. 

— Eu também sou. 

— Parece que estamos em um impasse. — Apolo fez uma careta de tristeza e balançou a cabeça. — Parece que o seu garoto vai ficar muito decepcionado, então. 

— Ele não sabe que eu estou aqui. 

— É uma surpresa? Eu não sabia que você era um romântico. — Dessa vez, não havia nenhuma ironia na voz de Apolo. — Estou me sentindo muito solteiro agora.  

Percy tinha esquecido como Apolo podia ser dramático. Ele era bonito, isso Percy não podia negar. Entretanto, beleza não era tudo na vida, mesmo que ajudasse muito. 

— Vanessa! Me arruma um dom agora mesmo! 

Percy se virou e lá estava Vanessa, os observando de longe como se assiste uma série de comedia. 

— Eu fiz, três vezes no último mês. 

— Você chama aquilo de dominação? Minha mãe é menos vanila do que aquilo. 

— Por favor, me poupe. — Vanessa cruzou os braços e revirou os olhos. 

— Custava me apresentar alguém alto, gostoso e com atitude? Será que é muito? 

Foi a vez de Percy revirar os olhos. Ele queria dizer que essa era a primeira vez que algo parecido acontecia. Ele jurava que não estava tentando se gabar, mas... de fato, Percy pensou que esses dias de D/s tinham ficado para trás. Mas ali estava ele, pedindo ajuda para essas pessoas. 

— Se comporte. — Percy se pegou falando, já irritado pela situação. O pior é que Apolo imediatamente endireitou a coluna. E ele teve que completar: — Não se atreva. 

Também não seria a primeira vez que Apolo se ajoelharia sem nem perceber. 

— Tão malvado. 

— Olha, eu agradeço a ajuda, mas eu tenho que-- 

— Está tudo bem? — Apolo perguntou, agora sério. — Você disse que nunca dominaria ninguém. É sobre o garoto que te fez sofrer? 

— Talvez. — Percy deu de ombros. — Não é culpa dele. 

— Tudo bem. Você precisa de ajuda? Talvez uma mediação? 

— Não. Eu consigo. — “Talvez”, ele queria ter dito. A verdade é que Percy não conseguia nem mesmo pensar em ter que dividir Nico com alguém ou deixar que outras pessoas assistissem. Percy não sabe se conseguiria se controlar. — Não precisa se preocupar. 

— Tem certeza? A gente podia dar uma ajuda pro pobre do garoto. Ele sabe no que se meteu? 

— Não precisa se preocupar. — Repetiu. 

O pior era que Percy não estava mentindo. Nico sabia muito mais do que ele gostaria. 

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Esse capitulo foi meio bobinho, não? Admito que exagerei um pouco. Eu não queria deixar as coisas muito pesadas. Foi bem divertido e é isso que importa, não? De qualquer forma, obrigada pelo apoio, sua presença é sempre bem-vinda!


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1 year ago

Alright, I think I like tumblr now.

A pun post crossed my dash, and I reblogged it with an equally bad pun in return. A couple of my followers find it funny, it's a good day for everyone.

That was on July 7th.

Virality on Reddit was entirely algorithmic. You could garner a couple crossposts, but the success of a post was entirely dependent on whether or not it hit r/all--the main page of Reddit. If your post does that, it's immediately exposed to 10x the number of people and immediately gets upvoted.

On my pun post, I get a couple reblogs. And those reblogs get a couple reblogs--nobody really adds any content to the post, it just gets a couple reblogs here and there.

There's a specific chain of reblogs that I'd like to focus on. The most popular post on this chain has about 25 reblogs on it. Half the posts have three reblogs or fewer. Five posts in this chain have just one reblog total.

But the reblog chain keeps going. And going. It breaches containment many times over. And finally, after a chain THIRTY SIX posts long, at 9:30 AM, July 22nd this morning, it hits a popular account.

A Tumblr reblog graph. It shows "Original Post" and "My Addition" in the bottom right, and a long, winding path of reblogs leading to a popular post on the far left

99% percent of the people who have seen the post--virtually unchanged from how it left my dash--have seen it because it was curated by 36 different people. That's insane to me.

None of those 36 people know that they're part of this chain. They saw a post, reblogged it, and moved on. If any one of these people had not reblogged, the post would have a fraction of the impact it has.

And yet, after two weeks, the post has effectively hit the main page of tumblr. It was picked up, only because people liked it enough to show it to their followers. There were no algorithms necessary.

You really, truly, cannot get this on any other website.

3 months ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, but I have to tell him.”

“Bianca, I beg you!”

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

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

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

“Please.” Nico begged once more.

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

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

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

“One month. No, two--”

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

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

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

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

“No!” Nico said, defeated.

“Yes!” Hazel exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What… what was he doing?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It's okay, we'll talk--”

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

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

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

“That's what you heard, old man.”

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

“Who do you think--”

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nico? It's me, Percy.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Per…” Another hiccup and the first sniff.

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

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

“Do you want to talk?”

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

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

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1 year ago

Não há lugar como o lar - Percy/Nico AU Colegial

Oii, como vai? Eu estava tentando continuar minha história atual, A Refulgente, mas sabe quando não está rolando? Aí comecei outra que deve ter no máximo umas 50 mil palavras (embora eu não saiba como escrever nada curto ou não tenha o controle mental para isso), outra Percy/Nico é claro. E como está fluindo bem, decidi dividir o começo dela por aqui antes de colocar em outros lugares. Na verdade, aqui é o único lugar onde ela vai estar até eu completá-la, se é que isso vai acontecer. Então, vamos ver como as coisas vão.

Para manter as coisas organizadas, vou reblogar o último capítulo conforme eu for atualizando o blog, assim fica mais fácil de acompanhar.

Ainda não tenho um sumário pronto, e em linhas gerais segue assim: Nico está voltando da Itália depois de passar dois anos por lá e encontra Percy, o melhor amigo que ele deixou para trás, mas que manteve contato nesse tempo afastado. O resto se desenvolve a partir desse reencontro e bem rápido! Nessa história vou tentar ser mais direta. Será que eu consigo? Boa leitura!

PS: Se vocês virem algum erro sobre quanto tempo Nico estive na Itália é porque mudei de cinco anos para dois. Texto sem muita revisão, mesmo assim, espero que vocês gostem.

Parte I

— Olha quem voltou! O garoto italiano. — Nico apenas teve tempo de se virar antes de ser prensado contra ombros largos e braços fortes que o abraçaram com tanta força que o levantaram no ar, o deixando sem ar e fazendo com que seus livros e bolsa caíssem ao chão, a porta de seu armário sendo fechada com um estrondo barulhento.

— Perseu Jackson!

— Só a minha mãe me chama assim.

Mas Percy estava rindo, o girando no ar enquanto as pessoas ao redor olhavam para eles. Também, não era para menos. Eles estavam bem no meio do corredor onde havia vários armários, dando para a entrada das classes de aula. Nico não resistiu, ele envolveu os braços ao redor do pescoço de Percy e o abraçou tão forte quanto Percy tinha feito, enterrando o rosto contra o pescoço de Percy.

— Eu senti sua falta. 

— Eu também senti a sua. — Nico murmurou de volta e se afastou, finalmente conseguindo ver o rosto de Percy. 

Olhos tão verdes quanto ele se lembrava, nariz reto e empinado, lábios finos e largos sempre em um sorriso bonito. O que tinha mudado era a altura, quase dois metros, e músculos. Onde ele se lembrava de um garoto tímido e um pouco triste tinha se transformado nesse… nesse homem feliz e cheio de vida. Confiantes. Embora ele ainda pudesse ver a bondade e a amizade que eles costumavam ter, mas essa coisa entre eles… esses abraços todos eram algo novo. Ele não podia evitar a comparação com o passado, onde ele era jovem demais e Percy era… Percy era Percy, abrindo a porta de sua casa para um garotinho triste e solitário.

— Dois  anos, hein? Eu pensei que você nunca ia voltar.

— Hm.

— Me deixe te ver melhor. — E o que ele nunca esperaria do garoto mais hétero e tímido que ele já tinha conhecido aconteceu, Percy levou uma de suas mãos a seu rosto e penteou seus cabelos para trás, expondo sua face por completo. E ele? Bem, Nico apenas encarou Percy de volta, tão focado no garoto quanto Percy se focava nele. Todas as ligações e vídeo-chamadas não se comparavam ao que a realidade lhe mostrava, o fazendo se questionar o que tinha acontecido nesse tempo todo para fazer Percy agir assim, tão… tão afetuoso, tão atencioso. Ele ainda namorava Annabeth, não? Ainda era o capitão do time de basquete? Esse devia ser o caso, pois Percy vestia a jaqueta do time.

— Hm… Percy? Me põe no chão, sim? — Nico fez o seu melhor para ficar sério.

— Por quê?

— Você não tem uma namorada?

— Eu tenho?

Então, Percy sorriu ainda mais e enfim o colocou no chão para em seguida afrouxar o agarre em seu rosto e em sua cintura, sem se afastar, porém se inclinando um pouco sobre ele, como se tivesse algo em seu rosto que ele precisava ver mais de perto.

— Como você tem estado? Por que você não me disse que chegava essa semana?

— Por quê? Você ia me buscar no aeroporto?

— É claro, meus amigos merecem o melhor.

— E o que seria esse melhor?

— Eu, é claro.

Nico jurava que estava tentando ficar sério. Pelo jeito que as coisas iam, Percy queria algo a mais e no momento ele não estava interessado. Mas não adiantou, Nico se segurou nos ombros de Percy e gargalhou; ele achava que essa era uma das piores cantadas que ele já tinha ouvido.

— Ei, não ri da minha cara. Eu sou um cara legal.

— E muito humilde, também. 

— Muito. — Percy disse e enfim o soltou, se encostando a seu lado em frente aos armários e Nico suspirou em alívio, pegando suas coisas do chão e as guardando no armário. Às vezes Percy era um pouco demais para ele; era o que Nico tinha descoberto durante os anos nas milhares de conversas que eles tiveram nesse tempo todo. Ele não sabia quando Percy tinha mudado do garoto introvertido para essa pessoa esfuziante, mas ele gostava. E odiava ao mesmo tempo, fazendo seu estômago se revirar de nervosismo.

— Agora, de verdade, como as coisas têm estado?

— Você sabe, sempre iguais. — Nico deu de ombros e fechou o armário, tirando os livros que usaria naquele dia, os guardando na bolsa. — Bianca veio comigo.

— Faculdade? — Percy perguntou. — E você?

Nico deu de ombros mais uma vez e se encostou ao lado de Percy, voltando a encará-lo de perto, o olhando sobre os cílios, tentando não demonstrar como realmente se sentia. Achava que nunca se conformaria com a beleza do amigo, agora duplicada conforme os traços suaves da adolescência davam lugar a músculos definidos e um rosto angular e forte, o sorriso de canto, o olhar intenso, a atitude confiante… e… bem, tudo isso e muito mais.

— O que tem isso?

— O que te traz de volta?

— Eu senti falta de casa. — Nico acenou para si mesmo. — Por um tempo pensei que fosse em Verona, mas… eu sempre ficava me perguntando o que estava acontecendo por aqui.

— Então, você decidiu voltar? Simples assim?

— Por que não? Eu vou fazer dezoito em alguns meses. Queria aproveitar esse último ano e rever o pessoal.

Bem… ele queria rever algumas poucas pessoas e uma delas estava bem em sua frente, olhando para ele como se quisesse… como se quiser ver o que tinha dentro de sua mente. E como costumava acontecer, ele foi o primeiro a perder nesse joguinho para ver quem desviava o olhar primeiro.

— Então… você sentiu saudade e veio para ficar ou… 

— Vim para ficar. Hades vai vir depois.

— Fico feliz. — Percy disse, ainda sorrindo, algo mais sincero e bonito, como se tivesse se cansado de flertar. — Quem sabe a gente pode se ver mais tarde. Comer alguma coisa?

— Mais tarde quando?

— Hoje. Depois da prática de basquete. Quer me ver jogar?

— Oh, não! Era isso o que eu temia! O clichê colegial! — Mas ele ria e Percy ria junto, o fazendo lembrar dos velhos tempos.

— Sabe, você não pode falar de mim. Você era todo bonitinho e tímido e voltou parecendo sair de um filme dos anos oitenta. Jaqueta de couro, calça rasgada e isso… é delineador? — Percy se aproximou mais uma vez dele e segurou suavemente em seu queixo, apenas mais uma desculpa para tocá-lo, disso Nico tinha certeza; não que estivesse reclamando. Percy podia fazer isso e muito mais. — Você é o perfeito garoto bonzinho que ficou rebelde.

— Eu ainda sou um bom garoto.

Isso fez Percy parar por um momento, ainda com as mãos sobre o rosto de Nico, e o encarar longamente apenas para um sorriso de canto aparecer junto a covinhas.

— É mesmo? O quanto você é um bom garoto?

— Acho que você nunca vai descobrir.

Mais um silêncio e mais um olhar que no passado o faria correr em busca de abrigo mais rápido que um foguete. Entretanto, esse Nico tinha ficado para trás junto com sua inocência.

— Hm. — Foi tudo o que Percy disse durante alguns momentos, e Nico jurava que ele estava se aproximando em direção a seu rosto quando o sinal tocou, os interrompendo.

— Certo. — Nico pigarreou, endireitando a coluna e olhando ao redor. — Acho que eu tenho que ir.

— Qual seu primeiro horário?

— Língua portuguesa. Preciso passar na secretaria primeiro.

— Eu vou com você.

Nico nem tentou negar, ele tinha sentido tanta falta de Percy que estender um pouco mais as coisas não faria mal. Ele se desencostou do armário e, de novo, aconteceu algo que ele não esperava. Percy pegou a mochila de seu ombro, a carregando para ele e com a outra mão, entrelaçou os dedos com os seus, o puxando suavemente pelo corredor quase vazio em direção à administração do colégio.

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Então, aceitável? Percebi que meus diálogos não são os melhores. Sua opinião ou feedback educado é sempre bem vindo^^

Obrigada por ler!


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4 months ago

SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter VI e Chapter VII

Hi, how are you? Since I'm going to try to write a new chapter tomorrow, I decided to post it today. Two more short chapters for you. I hope you like it! See you on Wednesday!

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / / CHAPTER III, CHAPTER IV e CHAPTER V

Chapter VI 

"No running, please." Nico murmured, knowing that the children were already too far away to hear.

Fortunately, the day had passed without too many problems. After that warm introduction, he had dropped the children off at school and with nothing left to do, he returned to Mr. Jackson's house. It was only when Nico found himself standing in the large living room that he found a note on the coffee table:

“Nico, I need you to babysit the kids tonight. I pay overtime. I hope you don’t have any problems. Sorry for the late notice. I’ll be home until 5 if you have any questions.”

Percy Jackson.”

Percy Jackson had to be kidding him, right? It was his first day and the guy already thought he was going to enslave him anyway? What a strange family! Apparently, Percy Jackson was the type to stay locked in his room for hours and the mysterious lady Annabeth Chase was even worse, she was never home and on top of that she seemed to practice maternal abandonment. It was even funny, she hired him and wasn't even home to explain things while he had to put up with her bipolar husband? But everything was fine, as always. He would stay, anyway.

The real problem arose when Nico went to the kitchen that afternoon in search of lunch and came across a fridge full of food, yes, but all the food in there was raw. Or spoiled. In fact, it looked like no one had opened that fridge for months. And since he was there, why not?

Taking a deep breath and feeling a little nauseous, Nico stuck his face in the fridge and started taking out everything that smelled or looked suspicious, vegetables, greens, legumes and even a piece of meat that seemed to have a different color. In the end, he ended up with a giant garbage bag, full to the brim and giving off a foul odor, resting to him very little that could be used. He had a few options, of course; either he could spend the afternoon making a soup, or he could buy food. And since Nico was the only one who was going to eat, he thought it best to buy something for now. So, he grabbed the car keys again and left before it got too late. When he came back he brought back some cooked rice, vegetables, roast meat and a large salad that could be shared with three other people. The good thing was that he had arrived just in time for lunch, almost after one o'clock.

That was how Nico spent his first afternoon at the Chase-Jackson house, reading a book about literature, eating slowly and then exploring the rest of the house, he even found a swimming pool in the backyard to the right of the property while he waited patiently until it was time to pick up the kids. And when the time finally came, he grabbed the car keys, remembering the food that was left in the fridge and neatly packed in its containers. So, Nico decided, Mr. Jackson deserved some food too; Like, the man couldn't stay inside his room all day without eating, could he?

He made a nice plate for the boss, knocked on the door and put the plate and tray on the floor. Without looking back, he turned and went down the stairs, heading straight out of the house towards the car, luckily arriving at the children's school before they got out. It wasn't long before a sea of students arrived, all in a hurry to leave.

Before he knew it, Nico was attacked by hands and arms that dug into him in a way that made it impossible for him to break free.

"You came!”

"Shouldn't I?" He asked Logan, confused.

"The nannies are always late." Alice completed her brother's speech. "It's boring to wait here. Is it really that hard to be on time, you know?”

"I understand. You don't have to wait with me.”

Happy, the children held his hand and walked with him to the car. With his help, they sat in the back seat without stopping talking; even Alice, who had seemed quiet that morning, was now gesturing and telling them about her day. Nico did his best to pay attention to what they were saying and wave at the right times, preferring to pay attention to driving through the city, soon entering the condominium once again. And now? Now he was trying to keep up with their pace. The moment they arrived home, Nico helped them out of the car and as soon as they were free, they each gave him a tight hug and both ran through the garden, already climbing the small porch and going through the front door.

And, in a burst of energy, he ran after the children, taking their backpacks and lunchboxes with him, listening to them talking in the kitchen, this scene reminding him that they would have nothing to eat.

"Nico! Nico! I'm hungry!" He heard one of them scream.

"Do you know how to cook?" The other one completed.

Admitting defeat, it seemed like Nico would have to cook after all, right?

He placed their bag and car keys next to the living room table and walked towards the kitchen until he entered it; Nico already regretted not having ordered more food. As much as he wanted to avoid further interrogation, he had no choice. The children were lucky to be so cute. The good thing was that after spending part of the afternoon cleaning out the fridge, Nico knew exactly where to find everything he needed; vegetables, spices and greens, going straight to the cupboard and grabbing a pot. He filled it with water and put it on the stove, trying to pretend to be in front of the stove, pretending to be busy just so he wouldn't have to face this ordeal.

And honestly? He was already getting tired of this.

"Nicooo… where did you learn to do that?”

"Did your daddy teach you?”

Has he said he was tired of it? Nico knew how curious children could be and have a thousand questions. But this went beyond pure curiosity, it was the work of a being made entirely of cruelty. However, something made him stop halfway to the refrigerator. He turned towards Logan and saw how the little boy showed the most innocent expression he had ever seen. His blue-green eyes, like his father's, and blond hair that he must have inherited from his mother, sparkled like rays of sunlight that shone brightly in his direction. Yes, Nico could not ignore him any longer. He stopped what he was doing and raised his head, the last question taking him by surprise.

Nico smiled and then opened the fridge, taking out all the vegetables he would need; potatoes, carrots, garlic, onions and cilantro. Some peppers too and chayote to make everything healthier.

"Why my father?" Nico had to ask. The question was too specific to be a coincidence.

"Daddy teaches us everything!" Logan said. His face expressive, proud to tell him this.

"And your mother?”

“She never stays home.” This time it was Alice who answered, looking away from the phone she was holding. Alice shrugged and went back to her phone, although he knew Alice paid even more attention than Logan.

"Ah." He said. At least that seemed to have stopped the endless string of questions they insisted on firing.

"Do you like your mother?" Alice asked.

Nico looked through the corner of his eyelashes and saw that this time it wasn't the type of question to extract information from him.

"She is one of the best people I know. She taught me how to cook and study. How to take care of the house and my brothers.”

"And your father?" Logan wanted to know.

"He… he did the best he could. He taught me how to take care of the land and to respect all living things. But he can be violent when provoked.”

"Like mom and dad?”

"Logan!" Alice scolded him. She put her hand over his brother's mouth and tried to smile at Nico.

“I see,” Nico said after a while, knowing exactly what Logan meant by that. When the silence became uncomfortable, he added, “This will be our secret.”

Fortunately, after this revelation, the questions stopped completely. Nico went back to the stove and, seeing that the water was almost boiling, quickly peeled the vegetables. He fried the garlic and onion, added the peppers and put everything in the pot, waiting for the mixture to cook properly and the broth to thicken a little. Dealing with children was always strange and despite these children having everything anyone could want, he felt bad for them. They seemed so lonely and resigned to this, as if it was all they could have, reminding him of his own childhood. Now he knew that he could have so much more if he wanted, and he felt the urge to show them that they could have this and much more too.

There was just one detail, he wasn't their father and it wasn't up to him to get involved in what wasn't his business; Nico had to remember that, he knew that Mr. Jackson was responsible for all these questions the children insisted on asking him and he had no right to take it out on them or influence them in that way. So, while the soup wasn't ready, Nico went to the table, smiled at Logan and Alice and approached until he was at their height, kissing each of their hair, trying to convey calm and affection.

"So, what do you guys want to do? Homework?”

"Let's play 10 questions!”

Logan was hopeless, he would always be daddy's boy.

"Nice try." He pinched Logan's nose and Logan laughed, trying to push Nico's hands away. "Come on, this will be quick. Don't you need help? I'll do it with you.”

"Are you really going? Dad doesn't always have time…”

"Okay. Stand up. You too, Alice.”

"I'm not a little kid who needs help.”

"Hey!"Logan complained, crossing his arms.

“No exceptions.” Was all he said before turning down the heat and heading out of the kitchen.

Logan skipped after him, and Alice could only roll her eyes and follow them into the living room, where they spread their notebooks and books out on the coffee table while Nico supervised them. It was oddly pleasant, the kids got all their homework done and still had time to watch a bit of television before heading back to the kitchen.

In the end, the soup had turned out better than Nico remembered; his grandmother's recipe never failed, or so she used to tell him. He went to the stove, turned it off, and inhaled the appetizing and fragrant aroma, took the pot to the center of the table, placed three plates on the table, and served generous portions. He felt like he should wait for the owner of the house, however, since Mr. Jackson must have already left, it would be just him, the children, and the comfortable sofa in the living room. Which he didn't mind; their company would always be better than that of that man who spent all his time staring at him, his inquisitive gaze making something inside Nico stir uneasily. His skin would heat up and the base of his neck would tingle for hours. Then, this anxiety, unlike any other, would take over him in a way that forced him to get up or do something useful with his hands. That's why afternoons like these were good for his heart, his anxiety remained at normal levels and he could relax even in the midst of the millions of questions those little pests insisted on asking.

"Wow! This is so delicious!”

“It really is.” Alice agreed with Logan. She blew slowly and took another spoonful, moaning in pleasure.

Nico smiled in satisfaction at the compliment. It was nice to know that someone still liked what he did.

Chapter VII 

"Nico? Nico? It's time to go to bed." Nico heard someone call him in a whisper next to his ear. In fact, it had been a while since anyone had used that tone of voice with him, something careful and gentle, soft, trying to wake him up without scaring him. Then, someone's hand touched his shoulder, heavy but comforting as it slid and rested on his back, moving him and helping him to get up gently from the couch.

Nico opened his eyes slowly, and this time he didn't react as he had expected. It was Mr. Jackson, of course, in a designer black suit and smelling so good that Nico found himself leaning toward the man, watching his dark hair slicked back and the stubble that was already growing out tickle his fingertips.

How did he know that? Well... maybe he touched Mr. Jackson's face, fingering the skin as he tried to sit up and face whoever was calling him. And maybe he kept his hand there a little longer than necessary, just a small error of course, you know, right? That was all. The good thing about all this was that Mr. Jackson didn't seem to mind; he smiled at Nico and held out his hand so he could stand up, guiding him by the middle of his back as they walked through the house. And Nico, with the biggest blank face he could muster, finally sat up straight on the couch and followed him, doing his best to pretend nothing was happening. Now, why this man kept catching him in this situation, Nico couldn't explain.

“Bed?” Nico finally muttered. He rubbed his eyes and tried to think of what bed that was.

"It's already two in the morning. I'm sorry the meeting lasted longer than I intended. And thank you for the food.”

"Ah… then I… I think I’ll go.”

"No, you can use the guest room. Please.”

Mr. Jackson didn't give any other excuse or try to explain why Nico should sleep there. No, the man just stated like it was obvious that he would obey. And that was it, simple as that, things were resolved. Nico thought about arguing, about saying that they shouldn't do this, but ... but he knew that things would be easier if he just accepted it and since Nico didn't have the right to choose, he shrugged; after all, what could be wrong with sleeping a night away from home? "That's it. No problem", he thought again. Nico would have to wake up early and be there at seven, so... just this once... just once... it was okay. Right?

Feeling his body go limp, he let Mr. Jackson hold him by the shoulders and continue to guide him through the house.

"Are you hungry?" Mr. Jackson asked him.

Nico blinked slowly, trying to think and turned to him, seeing the man's smile returning in full force.

Oh, it was true! He had forgotten.

"I made soup.”

“Did you make soup?” Mr. Jackson repeated, as if to make sure.

"It's in the fridge.”

Okay, this wasn't even that strange of a situation, right? It must be a normal thing to have dinner with your boss…? Nico shook his head and decided not to do anything else inappropriate, he sat down near the kitchen counter, while still smiling Mr. Jackson walked over to the fridge, opening it. And inside, as Nico had said, there was a giant container full of vegetable soup and one with the rest of the food he had bought.

Mr. Jackson, clearly surprised, picked up the container and opened it, inhaling the aroma.

“Are these real vegetables?" Mr. Jackson asks even more surprised, realizing that it wasn't the instant soup type.

"Isn't that how you make soup? Did you know there was no food for the children?" He murmured uncertainty.

"Nah. We have frozen food.”

"Ah." Nico said.

He wanted to tell him that frozen food was horrible and unhealthy. But of course he didn’t say what he thought. Instead, he watched as the man scooped out some of the soup, put it in a deep dish, microwaved it, and then sat down across from him, taking the first spoonful. When Nico said this, he wasn’t joking; Mr. Jackson closed his eyes contentedly and groaned so loudly that he felt like he had reached heaven.

"Mr. Di Ângelo, who would have thought! You are full of surprises. What else can you do?”

And didn't the question sound… strangely dubious? Nico felt the sleep dissipating faster than a rocket as his face caught fire. He couldn't help it, it was something physical, he felt his skin heating up and sweating and his heart racing for some reason. It wasn't his fault that Mr. Jackson looked at him like that, the man's smile looking… slightly different.

"Anything. Food, desserts, and pasta. My mother…" He swallowed and cleared his throat, feeling his throat close up for some reason he couldn't understand. "She learned it from her mother. And since my sisters aren't interested… I like to spend my time helping her.”

He shrugged, it wasn't that unusual. The difference was that he preferred to stay at home while other children ran around the fields playing.

"How old are you again?”

It was the exact moment when Nico realized that the questionnaire was returning with full force.

"I wanted to talk to you about this.”

"Please, call me Percy.”

"Okay, Percy. Could you stop with these interrogations?" Nico spoke as seriously as he could. He straightened his spine, placed his hands on the counter and added, so as not to seem too rude: "Please. If you want to know anything, just tell me. I have nothing to hide.”

Facing him head on, Mr. Jackson, I mean, Percy, placed the spoon over the plate and leaned in close to him, getting a little too close.

"What is it?" Nico had to ask.

"Okay. I'll ask the kids to stop. But you have to be honest with me.”

"Right…?”

He saw Percy take a deep breath and couldn't believe what he heard next:

"How did you find the ad? Do you study? What do you plan to do in the future? How are you so good with children? How old are you? Where does your family come from? And about--”

"W-what? Wait a minute! They didn't give you that information?”

"Give me information? I don't even know who they are!”

"Oh." Now he understood.

"I had no choice! The girl who cleaned the house quit right after the nanny was fired. I really had no choice. You know how hard it is to take care of children…”

Nico put his arm on the counter and rested his head on it, watching Percy huff angrily, trying not to laugh in the man's face, and only when he was sure Percy was finished, he replied:

"So… I’m twenty years old. I’ve been studying law at community college on the weekends and working during the week to pay for college since I was seventeen.”

"Oh." It was Percy's turn to mutter.

"My family is from Italy, we came here when my paternal grandfather died a few years ago and as my father has no brothers, he took responsibility for the family business.”

“Shouldn't he pay for your college?" Percy said.

"We… we don't get along very well. He thinks doing Law School is a waste of time.”

"I see you like children…”

Nico shrugged again.

"I helped my mother at home. Children are… pure and they don’t lie. They are better company than many adults.”

After that… Nico wasn't sure of anything anymore. Mr. Jackson, I mean, Percy, continued eating his soup while Nico just stood there thinking that, after all, Percy had a reason to act that way, waiting for Percy to finish his dinner. He knew he didn't need to wait and he even knew where the room was, Nico just… he just didn't want to move, feeling that drowsiness return. It was more interesting to stay where he was, feeling sleep come back to him minute by minute, the movement Percy made with the spoon seeming almost hypnotic, raising and lowering it, until the plate was empty and Percy had leaned against the seat of the chair.

"You know tomorrow is Saturday, don't you?”

“Is that so?" He had completely forgotten.

"And, in this house, no one wakes up early on the weekend.”

"Hmm.”

"So, if you want to take a shower and sleep until noon…”

"Oh. Right.”

Nico stopped looking at Percy's hands and looked up at his eyes. He was confused... was Percy inviting him as a guest? The man looked so different from before that he seemed like a completely changed person. Nico didn't know if he liked this, this quick change, and he still didn't know if it was right for a person who provided a service to sleep in his employer's house.

"I have no clean clothes.”

"I'll lend you some. Look, I can't let you go out at this time. So be a good boy and obey me, okay?”

So, Percy got up, washed his own plate and on the way out he pulled him by the hand. Nico found himself with no choice but to follow him like a sleepy puppy, like he were being guided by a leash, completely obedient and without saying a single word.

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6 months ago

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

I hope you enjoy it.

CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI / CHAPTER VII / CHAPTER VIII / CHAPTER IX / CHAPTER X / CHAPTER XI / CHAPTER XII / CHAPTER XIII / CHAPTER XIV / CHAPTER XV / CHAPTER XVI / CHAPTER XVII / CHAPTER XVIII / CHAPTER XIX

Percy felt like he had gone back in time. He remembered as if it were yesterday, the long, tortuous days and the whispers wherever he went; the desire to disappear was also there, the disconnection with reality, as if no one could break his bubble of self-blame and depression, feeling the emptiness that hit him when he least expected it; the feeling of inadequacy telling him that he would always be that lonely, violent boy who didn't deserve what he had or the love of others. In the end, no matter how detached he felt from reality and how unprepared to deal with life, time waited for no one. When Percy blinked, they were already at the end of first quarter of the year, which brought him to that verymoment, barely able to focus on what was right in front of his face. A surprise test, a piece of paper that would tell him if he had a chance of passing the first assessments or not.

"Per?" Nico whispered beside him, still writing. "You didn't study at all, did you?" 

Could anyone blame him? The guilt was still eating at him up inside, paralyzing him, fighting against the urge to do exactly the opposite of what his conscience was asking him to do. Nico being around him twenty-four hours a day wasn't helping, making him want to break that bubble of anguish and, at the same time, tempted to stay exactly where he was just so he wouldn't have to make a decision. Percy still woke up in the middle of the night tense and without remembering why, forced to get out of bed to calm down or get some fresh air on his face. Because he had to--

"Don't worry, we'll figure it out." Nico touched his shoulder and showed him one of the sweetest smiles he had ever seen, making Percy relax immediately, feeling like there was a light at the end of the tunnel. He watched Nico pick up both of his answer sheets, walk over to the teacher and hand them to him, who smiled charmingly at Nico.

No, he wasn't going to go down that path. That was why Percy had gotten himself into such trouble. He was committed, he would be a better person even if he died trying. So, Percy put his things in the bag and took a deep breath, counting to thirty.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7--

“Let’s go?”

Percy looked up and there was Nico, sweet and smiling, holding out his hands to him. The fear of worrying Nico was the only thing keeping him on his feet at the moment, if someone gave him a nudge Percy would crumble immediately; he couldn't accept the fact that... that in the end he was the monster people accused him of being. Feeling on automatic mode, Percy picked up their bags and held the hand Nico offered to him, barely missing the disappointed expression on the teacher's face.

Usually Percy liked this class and it wouldn't need much to get a high mark, but what could he do if his obsession was right in front of him, wanting his attention all the time? The bad thing was knowing he would sink into this obsession if the world around them didn't remind him of what a mistake this would be. Sometimes, Percy asked himself if what he felt was love or was just a codependency, a crutch to help him deal with the problems and traumas that not even the best psychiatrist could fix.

“Is everything okay? Do you need a break?”

They had become masters at creating barriers that weren’t there before, useless and cruel barriers that only served to hurt both of them.

If Percy were honest, he would say it’s exactly what he needed, although it wouldn’t make anything better. The longing would only increase, the pain in his chest would spread and that bad feeling in his stomach would grow stronger, making him act impulsively. Basketball practice would be a good excuse for his issues if the coach hadn’t banned him from practicing until he could focus on the game.

“Do you want to come with me to band practice? We’re going to play at the dance.”

Gently, Nico held his arm with both hands and kissed his cheek, making Percy forget about his inner demons for a brief moment, warming the emptiness in his body. “Come on, it'll be nice. You can join in if you want.”

“I didn't bring my guitar.”

“The teacher can lend it to you.”

“I don't know…” After all, there was a reason he didn't join in the group practice.

“I've been thinking about what you said... that I don't have many hobbies. You were right.”

“Was I?” It’s good to know he’d done something good.

“In Verona, I went out with my friends, drew, played and sang, wrote and cooked every day with my grandmother and cousins. I just... I feel like I don't need to do all those things when I'm with you. Now I understand the problem with that. You are doing the same.”

Well, that was exactly the problem. They were an obsessive, compulsive couple who were obsessed with each other. It was hard to see the rest of the world when the person he loved the most was so close, but for that reason it was so wrong to want those things. His desires became so intense that everything ended up being somewhat toxic.

Percy wanted to say all of this to Nico, but if he did, it would only encourage him to stay with him in this intense and traumatic bubble they had created.

“I’m glad you understand.”

“That’s exactly why I want to show you something. Will you come with me?”

He would do anything Nico asked.

Luckily, Nico was too kind to demand anything of him, or that was usually the case. So when Nico asked, Percy would be happy to oblige. He took Nico’s hand once more and they headed towards the music department, letting Nico lead him for the first time in his life. Maybe it would be a good change for them.

***

“Nico, where have you been these days? We couldn’t find you anywhere!”

Percy now remembered why he didn’t like coming to band practice. Because the one who had gotten up and ran towards them was Lou Ellen, the most fervent defender of the defenseless and oppressed, and according to her, Percy was one of those who oppressed other people.

Lou stopped in front of them and crossed her arms, looking him up and down. Percy chose to pretend he hadn't seen her, this was another ex-member of his fan club. 

Percy may or may not have gotten involved with her, he may or may not have used her and then thrown her away. It wasn't his fault if people put expectations on him when Percy didn’t promised anything, not even love or friendship. In the end, people believed what they wanted, but he wouldn't be the one to stroke their ego.

"I get it. Why did you bring that psychopath here?" She mumbled, as if she had eaten something sour, and turned to Nico. "Nico! We're late. Did you get the song?"

"Better yet, I wrote one." Nico, like the angel he was, ignored what she had said and held his hand tightly; Nico knew very well what Percy really wanted to be doing.

Instantly, Lou Ellen's face transformed in the blink of an eye, from frowning to glowing.

"Perfect! Are you going to show us?”

Lou hadn't given Nico time to answer, she pulled him along and Percy had no choice but to follow them into the music auditorium where less than ten teenagers were waiting. He remembered at some point in the past being among them, he must have been what? Twelve years old? But since music had always been something Nico liked, Percy choose to focus on other things, like sports, something that could give him a better future.

Percy didn't say anything or greet anyone, he followed Nico to the center of the stage and watched from afar. Nico picked up a guitar provided by the school and sat down on the floor, where the other people approached and sat around Nico, looking at him with admiration and something else he would rather not question. Honestly? Percy couldn't blame them, Nico looked even more handsome with a guitar on his lap and that look of contemplation as he strummed a few notes on the guitar strings, his sweet and velvety voice coming right after, echoing through the room, words and notes that Percy didn't recognize, but he also didn't make an effort to pay attention to their meanings, letting the music surround him like a sweet caress that insisted on flowing through him only to leave him throbbing and wanting more. 

He couldn't resist, Percy put their bags in a corner and got close to Nico, sitting directly next to him, placing one of his hands on Nico's back. 

Nico merely turned his face towards him and continued singing, perhaps in a slightly lower tone, a little more intimate, as if those words were meant for him and no one else. Nico smiled, then, calmly, and finally when the song reached its end, the sound of the guitar echoed for a few more moments, waking him up with its ending

Looking only at him, Nico asked in a low voice:

“Did you like it?”

“It was really good.” Because it was true. Even if he hadn’t paid attention to the words, the song itself spoke enough. “What’s it called?”

“There’s no place like home.”

The people around him applauded, stealing Nico’s attention, who thanked them, making something inside Percy rage. Who did they think they were!?

“Nico, we recorded it. Is that okay?” Lou said from somewhere in the audience. “It's perfect. Can I share it with the others?”

“I… I put it online? Can I send in the chat group?” Nico said, feeling unsure. Of course, Percy thought, as if they would deny it when the people around seemed to love him.

“That’s great,” Lou said again, excitedly.

“Excellent, Nico. Thank you for sharing something so personal with us. Can we use it for an exercise?” Euterpe, the music teacher, congratulated him. When Nico nodded, she continued. “For the next class, I want you to create an arrangement for the band. Re-record the song and also bring suggestions for other songs to perform at the dance.”

With that, the auditorium exploded into activity, people organizing themselves into two or three groups while the two  remained where they were, leaning towards each other, with Nico still holding the guitar and Percy holding Nico's waist.

"Do you want to play?" 

Percy accepted the instrument when Nico offered it to him, although he hesitated for a moment. It had been a while since he had held a guitar, long enough to almost make him forget how to position his fingers. But as they say, there are things in life that we never forget and that’s what happened when the first note sounded, clean and firm on his fingers, the fingering exercises coming back with full force, making him remember the long hours in that same auditorium, one of the few things that kept him in touch with reality when Nico had left. One of the thousands of crutches he carried through life, but that kept him standing on his feet. 

Percy concentrated for a moment and let himself go, lowered his head and allowed himself to remember, felt his fingers fly over the strings and allowed a strange calm to take over him. And for long minutes that’s all he heard, his breathing and the sequence of fast notes, that is, until his sequence came to an end and he found himself embraced by Nico.

"That's beautiful. Why didn't you tell me you could play like that?" Nico said calmly, not as if he was demanding something but as if he had received a valuable gift.

"I was busy with basketball. And with the teenage drama." Well, Percy was never good at making jokes. So, he wasn't surprised by Nico's attitude, who just kissed his cheek and rested his head on his shoulder.

"Play some more. Everyone liked it.”

“Everyone?" Percy looked around the auditorium and saw that people were indeed watching him in silence without the usual mockery. And he could swear that there were more people in the room than before.

"What do you want to hear?" 

"A romantic ballad." 

That's what he did, the notes coming out slower and simpler. Imagine his surprise when he heard people singing along with Nico, clapping and swaying.

Well, what could he do? Maybe not everything needed to be drowned in drama and angst.

***

“Sorry.” Percy said, admitting defeat. Sometimes, he forgot that Nico couldn't guess what he was thinking and, if he wanted their relationship to work as it should, Nico wasn't the only one who needed to be honest.

“You didn't do anything wrong.”

A few days had passed, but that moment in the music room had stayed in his mind. Percy knew he had a tendency to get lost in his own thoughts, imagining how the whole world was against him, when in fact, no one cared e he shouldn’t either; gossip was fleeting, these things had no effect on his life and not everyone had something bad to say about him. Nico was the reminder of that, that he still had a family, friends and someone who would stand by his side unconditionally.

To repay all the effort Nico was making, Percy had sat next to Nico on the couch at home and hugged him tightly, pulling him onto his lap. He kissed him back, but not the innocent little kisses they had grown accustomed to over the past few weeks, but rather open mouths and tongues intertwining, hearing Nico moan, sprawled and surprised in his arms.

“What was that?” Nico gasped, still in his lap, holding onto his neck.

“Thank you for being patient.”

Nico blinked slowly at him, his cheeks flushed, breathing fast, an obvious bulge in his pants. Percy knew this was Nico trying to reason through the excitement that was suddenly invading his brain.

“You know I love you, don’t you?”

“I know.” Percy said, feeling truly content.

“Sex… it’s not important. You’re my best friend, my partner.”

“Nico.”

“I could go without sex for the rest of my life, but I never want to be without you. I can wait.”

“I’m sorry.” And Percy really was, especially seeing the frustration on Nico's angelic face, seeing that Nico was ready to beg at the slightest positive sign.

The truth is that celibacy was not for him. It was a torture every day that he didn't touch Nico, he was afraid that if he allowed himself to do what he wanted, he would go back to the same bad habits. Although Percy had been questioning himself if all of this was wrong or if it was all inside his head due to the guilt of not having paid more attention to what was happening with Nico.

“Enough. I don't want to see you like this. I don't want to hear that you're sorry and that you're going to change. I don't want you to change, I mean... you don't have to do all these things because of me.”

Nico was practically pouting now, angry, it was beautiful to watch as Nico tried to convey the seriousness in his words. Nico kept trying so hard to make sure he was okay that Percy felt like doing something crazy; it could be anything. What he really wanted to do was throw Nico on the bed and make him forget the worry written all over his face. Maybe he should? Just to see if he could control himself?

“I understand. I won’t apologize again.”

“You won’t?” Nico tilted his head to the side, like a confused puppy, and that made Percy smile. He grabbed Nico by the hair and kissed him once more, feeling Nico melt against his chest.

“You deserve a reward. Do you know why?”

“Why?” Nico moaned, shifting in his lap.

“Because good boys deserve the best things.”

“Am I…? A good boy?”

“The best.”

Percy felt like he was at a tasting in his favorite restaurant. He stared at Nico’s burning face for a moment and finally allowed himself to do what he wanted. Slowly, to see what Nico would do, he took his hand from Nico’s waist and brought it to the boy’s groin, touching him gently over his jeans. Like a flower, Nico spread his legs and moved his hands out of the way, looking up at where Percy's hands were going, moaning softly when Percy finally covered his member over his clothes.

"Is it okay if I do this?" Percy asked, stopping his movements.

"Yes, please." And then, as an afterthought, Nico said: "Thank you!"

"Hmm, good boy." 

Then, as he had promised, he opened the button on Nico's pants and lowered the zipper, seeing the small bulge over his underwear. Even more slowly, Percy massaged his member for a few moments and pulled it out of his underwear. He couldn't deny it, Nico was beautiful everywhere; his dark skin, his sweet voice, his soft body. Down there he was all of that too, the member that fit in his hand, the reddish and wet head right at the tip, the  thin, well-trimmed hair at the base. Percy felt like devouring him and would only stop when Nico came all over himself, in pleasure, on his hands, on his knees, surrendered at Percy's feet. 

But not today, today Percy would take everything as calmly as he could.

“Please!” Nico whimpered, tears welling up in his eyelashes.

Percy closed his eyes for a moment and focused on his breathing. It was that heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach that was taking over him again, that possessive, controlling voice telling him that if Nico was his and he was offering himself to him like this, Percy could do whatever he wanted.

"It's okay, baby," Percy murmured, barely recognizing his own voice as he heard Nico moan. He hesitated only a moment to pay attention to Nico's reaction.

Oh, his sweet Nico. He was staring at him with wide eyes, pleading, showing so much trust in him that Percy had to move. The hand that had been near Nico's groin finally found its way and wrapped around his throbbing member. He had almost forgotten the feeling of touching such an intimate place on someone else’s body. Percy tested the waters by holding around Nico and then brushing one of his fingers over the tip, collecting the pre-cum and bringing it down, fingering the length to wrap it around him completely again, applying a little pressure.

"Like this?" He asked.

Well, Nico didn't answer him exactly, but the way Nico was leaning against his chest, moaning shamelessly, should have been a good indication.

Suddenly, Percy felt curious. After so long he felt like he had forgotten the shape of Nico's body. He used his other hand and wrapped it around Nico's lower belly, caressing his belly. He moved up a little further and found his abdomen, his ribs and chest, touching the hard nipples, where he lingered for a few moments.

"Percy!" He heard Nico whimper, rubbing himself against him.

"I know. I'm torturing you."

Keeping Nico pinned against his chest, back against shoulders, Percy continued his exploration, going down and massaging between Nico's legs again.

"Could you... lower?" Then, Nico murmured, all docile and obedient.

"Here?" His curious fingers did as Nico asked, passing over Nico's testicles and finding Nico's entrance. A light touch told him what Nico wanted.

“Have you been having fun without me, hmm?”

“I didn't know if… when… ah!…”

Well, he was still curious. Slowly, Percy brushed one of his fingers around the entrance and soon Nico opened like a flower. And even dry, his finger entered, almost without resistance, going all the way in. Percy could bet that while he was trying to give Nico time to think, Nico was having fun without him.

“Is this what you did when I wasn't looking?”

Percy tried to put another finger in and surprising him, the finger entered almost without resistance again. Nico bent over in a way that seemed painful and screamed at the top of his lungs: “It's all your fault! I tried… I tried… it's not the same!”

Oh, that made him want… no! Not today. Today, he would settle for touching and watching, who knows, maybe in a few days Percy would feel strong enough to move forward. 

So, Percy did what Nico so desperately asked him to do. He watched Nico's member throb, without anything touching it, while he continued to massage Nico's insides, moving his fingers slowly around, opening them very delicately until he found the right place. Nico shuddered and moaned for a long time, arching his spine and like magic, he saw Nico expelling, jet after jet, Percy without having to touch anywhere else.

"I hate you!" Nico groaned as he finally collapsed against Percy's chest, an expression of exhaustion and ecstasy still etched on his features.

Well, Percy believed in Nico. Sometimes, he hated himself too, especially when he had to control himself like this.

"I love you too." Percy continued to hold Nico against his chest and only moved when he was sure that Nico would no longer hate him.

So, how was today's chapter? I'm trying to develop their D/s relationship in a way that feels natural. Percy may know a lot about the bdsm world, but knowing isn't the same as understanding or practicing. Like, there's something called domdrop, you know? The guilt of doing something that socially might be discouraged, like taboo fantasies and kinks. Just like Nico has or will have some kind of subdrop too. It's not all roses and I wanted to show this side of this kind of relationship in the story. I hope you enjoyed it. Likes, reblogs and comments are always welcome. Suggestions too.


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Sejam bem-vindos! Olá, esse é meu blog pessoal. Escrevo fanfics Pernico/Nicercy e orginais, e reblogo alguns posts de vez em quando. História Atual Não há lugar como o Lar - versão em Portugues There's no Place like home - English version Resumo: Nico está voltando da Itália depois de passar dois anos por lá e encontra Percy, o melhor amigo que ele deixou para trás, mas que manteve contato nesse tempo afastado. O resto se desenvolve a partir desse reencontro. Se você quiser saber o que eu escrevo, siga a tag #my writing

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