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Você pode me chamar de Ana ou Aurora, meu pseudônimo. Escrevo fanfics Pernico/Nicercy e originais.  Aqui colocarei minhas ideias e histórias, trazendo o que eu puder de interessante para esse pequeno cantinho de criatividade.

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Agora que tiramos isso da frente, podemos começar!

Eu escrevo desde o início dos anos 2000 e já passei por milhares de fandons, porém escrevi para poucos. O primeiro em que escrevi foi o de Naruto, depois Supernatural por uns bons cinco anos e lá pelos anos 2010 Percy Jackson, lugar que não saí desde então.

A verdade é que eu escrevo originais com a imagem que eu tenho dos personagens de Percy Jackson, e como os aspectos dessas histórias não são completamente originais (apenas uns 85%) eu considero minhas histórias fanfiction. Por exemplo, sempre imagino Percy com quase dois metros de alta, cabelos castanhos e levemente clareado do sol, pele bronzeada e olhos verdes, a personalidade tende mais para o lado rebelde e ligeiramente obscura dependendo do enredo. Já o Nico é alguém que tem o exterior vulnerável e doce, mas que por dentro é o mais forte e inteligente, principalmente na parte mental. Imagino ele com cabelos lisos e ondulados, pretos, olhos negros, nariz fino e arrebitado e pele cor oliva-escura, não exatamente chegando a ser uma pele negra. Os enredos, também, são os mais variados. Já escrevi sobre máfia, vampiros, a/b/o e outros que eu nem me lembro mais.

A questão aqui é que encontrei no Percy e no Nico meus modelos perfeitos de personagens para escrever, eu confesso, também os modifiquei bastante durante os anos, suas personalidades e histórias de vidas, para se adequarem ao que eu precisar dependendo da história que eu estiver contando.

O que eu realmente quero dizer é: eu criei uma versão deles, com motivações e objetivos tão diferentes dos livros que eles na maioria das vezes são bem OCC e fora do caráter original, sabe? Embora eu tente manter a essência deles viva. Isso me permite criar mundos e enredos que do contrário eu não me sentiria inclinada a escrever.

Imagine dessa forma, eles são os meus brinquedos favoritos para brincar, mesmo que eu tenha milhares de outros tão bons ou até melhores; eles ainda são os meus favoritos e sou apegada a eles. Dessa forma, não espere que eu vá escrever enredos canon, são bem raros para mim. A razão disso? Bem... me sinto muito limitada e eu não quero lidar com Will Solace.

Sou Anti-solangêlo? Pode se dizer que sim. É simples, não gosto de personagens jogados e que aparecem miraculosamente para ser o par de um personagem só porque ele se tornou popular. Eu, como demisexual, não aceito o fato de não ter desenvolvimento em como um romance acontece. Bons exemplos de casais, Reyna e Percy já que eles têm um bom tempo para se conhecer em cenas, Percy e Rachel já que eles também passam um tempo juntos e não simplesmente começam a namorar, Percy e Annabeth, e até Annabeth e Reyna eu aceitaria já que elas passam um tempo juntas, mesmo que seja desconfiando uma da outra. É tudo o que eu tenho a falar sobre o assunto. Então, vocês não me verão escrever boas coisas sobre eles.

Já sobre o blog de dicas de escrita, é um projeto que tenho há cinco anos. Sou alguém que precisa aprender algo novo de vez em quanto, por isso fiz um blog de escrita criativa. Com o tempo ele foi se tornando algo mais parecido com um trabalho, então decidi movê-lo para um lugar que me permita uma remuneração por isso. Vocês estão convidados a participar dele também; logo teremos posts interessantes sobre como melhorar nossas histórias por lá.

Bem, é isso. Sou uma escritora lenta e por vezes metódica, não sei como lidar muito bem com o fandom, principalmente pela agressividade que eu costumava ver. Também não sei trabalhar com pedidos, sabe? Eu preciso seguir meus pensamentos e não o que as pessoas me pedem, o não me impede de tentar encaixar sugestões nos meus textos. Estou fazendo o meu melhor para me enturmar mais. Então, sugestões são sempre bem-vindas, porém o que me dá vida é receber feedback e comentários. Também quero avisar que ao encerrar das minhas histórias é provável que eu as transforme em originais, elas podendo ou não sair do ar quando chegar essa hora. Então, se divirtam e se vocês se sentirem a vontade, comentários me incentivará a escrever ainda mais.

Obrigada por ler!

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WELCOME!

Hi, how are you?

You can call me Ana or Aurora, my pseudonym. I write Pernico/Nicercy and original fanfics. Here  I will put my ideas and stories, bringing whatever I can of interest to this little corner of creativity.

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I've been writing since the early 2000s and have been in thousands of fandoms, but I've written for very few. The first one I wrote for was Naruto, then Supernatural for a good five years and back in the 2010s for Percy Jackson, a place I haven't left since.

The truth is that I write originals with the imagery that I have of Percy Jackson's characters, and since aspects of those stories are not completely original (only about 85%) I consider my stories fanfiction. For example, I always imagine Percy as almost six feet tall, brown hair and slightly bleached from the sun, tanned skin and green eyes, the personality tends more towards the rebellious and slightly dark side, depending on the plot. Nico, on the other hand, is someone who has a vulnerable and sweet exterior, but who inside is the strongest and most intelligent, especially in the mental part. I imagine him with straight, wavy black hair, black eyes, a thin, upturned nose and dark olive-colored skin, not quite a black skin. The plots, too, are varied. I've written about mafia, vampires, a/b/o and others I can't even remember anymore.

The point here is that I found in Percy and Nico my perfect models of characters to write about, I confess, I also modified them a lot during the years, their personalities and life stories, to fit whatever I need depending on the story I'm telling.

What I really mean is: I've created a version of them, with motivations and goals so different from the books that they're mostly pretty OCC and out of the original character, you know? Though I try to keep their essence alive. This allows me to create worlds and plots that I otherwise wouldn't feel inclined to write.

Imagine it this way, they are my favorite toys to play with, even if I have thousands of others just as good or even better; they are still my favorites and I am attached to them. In that way, don't expect me to go writing canon plots, they are quite rare for me. The reason for that? Well… I feel very limited and I don't want to deal with Will Solace.

Am I anti-solangêlo? You could say that. It's simple, I don't like characters who miraculously appear and became the love interest of a character, and just because they became popular. I, as a demisexual, do not accept the fact that there is no development in how a romance happens. Good examples of couples, Reyna and Percy since they have a good time getting to know each other in scenes, Percy and Rachel since they also spend time together and don't just start dating, Percy and Annabeth, and even Annabeth and Reyna I would accept since they've spend time together, even if it is in distrusting each other. That's all I have to say on the subject. So you won't see me writhing nice things about them.

About the writing tips blog, it's a project I've had for five years (in Portuguese). I'm someone who needs to learn something new from time to time, so I made a creative writing blog. Eventually, it became more like a job, so I decided to move it to a place that allows me to get paid for it. You're invited to join it too; soon we'll have interesting posts on how to improve our stories there.

Well, that's it. I'm a slow and sometimes methodical writer, I don't know how to deal with fandom very well, mostly because of the aggressiveness I used to see. I also don't know how to work with requests, you know? I need to follow my thoughts and not what people ask me, which doesn't stop me from trying to fit suggestions into my texts. I'm doing my best to get along more with all of you. So, suggestions are always welcome, but what gives me life is receiving feedback and comments. I also want to let you know that when I finish my stories, I'll probably turn them into originals, and they may or may not go off the air when that time comes. So have fun and if you feel like it, comments will encourage me to write even more.

Thanks for reading!

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Percy is mesmerized by deep sea creatures and Annabeth is... She's definitely not. Grover is also not. Sally says she's seen them before with a vague look of discomfort on her face. Estelle cries at the darkness and then again at the skin-tight face of a goblin shark. Paul sweats at the idea of going so deep into the dark ocean with only his stepson to protect him from the crushing water pressure.

But Nico likes them. He coos at every creepy face and traces sharp teeth and listens attentively as Percy babbles on and on about the fish and the bugs and the scavengers. He takes him to whale falls and shows him every intricate bit of the flourishing ecosystem. Nico holds sea cucumbers in his palms, and strokes the skin of a properly viewed blobfish, and watches with gentle awe as a blue whale swims above their heads. Percy's eyes cast a glow that his skin faintly matches in the deep dark depths, but Nico's born of shadows and darkness and can see just fine.

Percy gets it - the depths are not for everyone, his docked and land-side family included. They listen when he rambles, but up close and personal is pushing it the levels to which comfort is unavailable. But still.

It's nice to share this with someone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then, let Daddy rock you to sleep.”

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

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

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

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

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

"How about you let go of the diary?”

"Oh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How?”

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

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

"W... what is this?”

The question was rhetorical, of course.

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

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

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

"Go ahead, choose one of them.”

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

“Did you like it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I... I didn't ask for this!”

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

"I didn't mean to--"

"You never do.”

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

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

"What are you trying to say, Nico?”

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

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

"Don't leave me.”

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

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

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

"Like what?”

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

"Like last night?”

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

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

See you soon!

HP Rec Fest Day 13

Prompt 13: A fic with over 100k words @hprecfest

This fic was precious. It's all the stupid irresponsible teenage fun these little dweebs deserve, and a hesitant but excited Draco who just wants to be involved. I love me some Pansy and this fic delivers on that front 100%. Eighth year fics hold a special place in my heart, double if they have cute little drinking game nights. Triple if those cute little drinking nights lead to unresolved sexual tension and you KNOW this one does. This is 100k+ words of banter, fun, and smut that's worth the wait.

Nyctophilia by winter_rouge

Summary: Everyone's back for 8th year, and Harry and his friends seem determined to spend their last year in school running around at night, hyped up on coffee and alcohol and Honeydukes candy, doing all the childish things they didn't have the chance to do before. Draco watches as he's always watched: from afar, quiet and bitter and hopelessly in love. That is, until Pansy decides she's had quite enough of it.

Can’t you see the way his face lights up when he sees you?

Presented without comment.

EXCEPT to say- commonplacecaz.