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

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

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / / CHAPTER III, CHAPTER IV e CHAPTER V / Chapter VI e Chapter VII / Chapter VIII e Chapter IX / Chapter X, Chapter XI, Chapter XII e Chapter XIII / Chapter XIV / Chapter XV / Chapter XVI e Chapter XVII / Chapter XVIII and Chapter XIX / Chapter XX and Chapter XXI / Chapter XXII and Chapter XXIII / Chapter XXIV, Chapter XXV and Chapter XXVI / Chapter XXVII and Chapter XXVIII

Chapter XXIX

Nico had never felt so uncomfortable in his entire life.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, you're right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's wrong?" Percy told him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know." Nico murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is it a new perfume? I like it.”

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

Nico would say that some of them even looked scared.

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

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

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

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

"Is there something I need to know?”

"Like what? Which fork to use?”

"Do I need to know that?”

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

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

"Percy! Why am I here?”

"Why? I told you, they want to see--”

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

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

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

"I already said--”

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

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

"What? No. I just wanted to…”

"What? What did you want this time?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter XXX

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have more respect, you--”

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

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

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

"Do you know who I am?”

"Of course. Percy always talks about you.”

"Does he?”

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

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

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

"Hmm… I’m happy for you?”

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

"No, you don't need to--”

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

“I think so…?”

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

“Madam--”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I…”

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

"I understand." He finally murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes or no?”

"Alright. No need to growl.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you escape?” Nico found himself asking.

"No. Maybe in the future?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See you soon.

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

Oii, como vai? Não deu para postar no fim de semana por causa das eleições, mas aqui está. Espero que vocês gostem.

Sem nenhuma revisão.

Boa leitura!

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

— Bebê, tudo bem? — Percy teve que perguntar.

Geralmente Percy não se preocuparia se Nico ficasse longos períodos em seu mundinho feliz e submisso. A verdade é que ele gostava de ver Nico completamente sob seu controle, obedecendo cada ordem sua e se esforçando tanto atender suas vontades que se fosse por ele, esses momentos entre quatro paredes nunca teriam fim. Entretanto, o céu já começava a escurecer e ele podia ouvir o barulho da risada de seus irmãos e a voz de sua mãe os repreendendo.

Era nessas horas que Percy desejava ser um adulto e não ter que dividir o tempo que tinha com Nico, e muito menos deixar que eles vissem Nico em seu estado mais vulnerável. Sinceramente? Percy não se importava como outras pessoas iriam reagir e sim, como Nico se sentiria quando enfim emergisse de seu estado leve e contente.

Percy fez o melhor que pôde para que Nico se sentisse seguro o suficiente para sair de seu transe. Eles tomaram um longo banho de banheira, lavou os cabelos de Nico, ofereceu a comida favorita de Nico e depois o fez tirar uma soneca. Isso costumava ser o bastante para fazer Nico voltar ao normal. Hoje? Nico parecia especialmente decidido a se manter distante.

— Bebê? — Percy chamou mais uma vez.

Nico meramente levantou a cabeça que estava encostada em seu peito e se acomodou melhor debaixo das cobertas, piscando lentamente, parecendo esperar pela próxima ordem.

— Eu preciso que você volte para mim.

— Voltar? — Nico franziu a testa e se sentou, tentando raciocinar.

— Faz cinco horas. Quer jantar?

— Oh. — O vinco desapareceu do rosto de Nico, mas ele continuou como estava, lento e dócil, sem questionar nada. — Tudo bem.

Nico, então, se levantou. Ele se arrastou para fora da cama e, calmamente, calçou o sapato, andou até a porta do quarto e o esperou, paciente, obediente, quase se curvando, segurando as próprias mãos atras das costas.

Percy suspirou, pelo menos Nico não estava completamente aéreo. Aquilo era tudo sua culpa, sabia bem disso. Não era isso o que ele queria? Nico completamente obediente e submisso cem por cento do tempo?

No fim, Nico estava certo. O que Percy realmente queria era diversão e realizar suas fantasias mais obscuras.

Momentos mais tarde, Percy percebeu que não tinha motivos para se preocupar. Eles desceram as escadas, comeram sem nada estranho acontecer e Nico até interagiu com Tyson e Grover, ajudando Sally a colocar as travessas na mesa. Houve um momento em que Nico e Sally sumiram para dentro da cozinha e só voltaram dez minutos depois, momento que Percy pensou estar encrencado, mas tudo o que viu foi Nico se sentar em seu colo e encostar a cabeça em seu ombro, e Sally, que sorriu para ele toda orgulhosa.

***

Às vezes, Percy desejava voltar ao momento onde seus pais ainda eram casados e sua família tinha muito menos dinheiro. Isso significaria menos responsabilidades, mais tempo livre e menos estresse em sua vida. Primeiro, sua mãe teve a brilhante ideia de fazê-lo acordar as cinco horas da manhã naquele fim de semana para ajudar com o faturamento e inventario mensal, algo que um contador poderia fazer facilmente. Mas, não, Sally havia sofrido um golpe no passado e não estava disposta a receber outro. Por isso, todos da família eram obrigados a ajudar. Nico era um caso a parte, é claro, ele já ajudava Sally mais do que devia na cozinha, então, Nico estava dispensado desse trabalho árduo. E se não bastasse isso, eles teriam uma reunião com os abastecedores do restaurante.

Aparentemente, a qualidade dos legumes não estava agradando Sally, e, aparentemente, Percy intimidava qualquer um que olhasse muito tempo para ele. Vai intender. Sendo assim, essa era uma de suas obrigações; sempre que eles tinham que lidar com algum cliente ou prestador de serviço insuportável, ali estaria ele. E dessa vez, era o abastecimento de legumes; sua nova missão era ficar atras da mãe e encarar os homens até que eles concordassem com o novo contrato. Seria engraçado se não tivesse que deixar Nico sozinho em casa.

Mas antes de ir a reunião, Percy fez questão de ir acordar Nico. Sabia que ainda eram oito horas da manhã de um sábado, porém, ainda se lembrava como Nico tinha reagido quando não o encontrou na cama naquela vez que havia visitado o clube de Apolo. Então, sem fazer barulho, Percy subiu as escadas e foi em direção a seu quarto, vendo que a porta estava encostada, podendo ver dentro do quarto pela fresta da porta.

Percy empurrou a porta e o que viu tirou seu folego.

Nico estava no meio do quarto, pelado, cabelos molhados e descalço, de costas para a porta, sentado na beirada da cama. Nela, estava a caixa preta com a coleira, a mesma coleira que ambos tinham decidido ignorar, feito um taboo que nunca deveria ser mencionado. Mas ali estava Nico, segurando a coleira contra seu colo, parecendo admirar a peso em seus dedos longos e magros, completamente calmo e composto, e com a mesma atitude quieta e dócil que havia adotado pelos últimos dias.

Pela primeira vez, decidiu que não tomar nenhuma ação era o melhor a se fazer. Porque, não importava o que ele dissesse ou até mandasse, isso era algo que Nico teria que decidir por si mesmo. E se no final Nico decidisse que não queria nada daquilo, Percy teria que aceitar.

Não demorou para que Percy tivesse sua resposta. Lentamente, Nico levou a coleira até o próprio pescoço e a enrolou em volta de sua pele, ainda sem afivelar o fecho, parecendo medir o peso do couro em sua pele. Quando nada aconteceu, Percy observou Nico afivelar a coleira e continuar segurando o couro contra sua pele, como se a coleira fosse muito pesada para seu pescoço aguentar. Nico se levantou, e ainda de costas para a porta, andou até o espelho que ficava do outro lado do quarto, perto do guarda-roupa. Nico estava se admirando, era isso o que acontecia; ele tocou no couro da coleira, como se acariciasse o pelo de um animal de estimação, e mesmo daquela distância, Percy podia ver a pele oliva escurecendo com o rubor, embora Nico não estivesse entrando em pânico como antes. Afinal, por que ele iria? Era apenas fantasias, não era?

Percy não aguentava mais. Ele marchou a passos decididos para dentro do quarto e parou atras de Nico, quase colado a suas costas, observando agora ambas suas reflexões em frente ao espelho. Era algo automático, suas mãos foram para o pescoço de Nico, seus dedos rodeando o longo pescoço, bem na parte da coleira que agora escondia a gargantilha, massageando a pele que encontrou lá.

— Então você gostou. — Não havia sido uma pergunta, porque a resposta era óbvia. A expressão no rosto de Nico dizia tudo o que Percy precisava saber, e o arfar surpreso e tímido, mais ainda.

— Eu não... eu estava curioso! — Ali estava, a ansiedade vindo feito um trem-bala. Então, o problema devia ser sua presença. Ou talvez a expectativa que o próprio Nico colocava em si mesmo.

Nico deu um passo para a frente, tentando se livrar de suas mãos, e dessa vez, Percy permitiu que Nico fugisse; isso não era algo que ele devia brincar se quisesse que no futuro a visão de Nico usando uma coleira fosse algo cotidiano.

— Tudo bem. Eu não quis te assustar.

— Você não assustou. É só que... você sabe... não sei consigo fazer o que você espera de mim. O diário, são apenas fantasias e... nunca pensei que eu fosse... fosse gostar tanto disso a ponto de ter sexo com alguém. Eu só... eu não sei.

— Eu entendo. — Percy disse em sua voz mais afável.

— Você entende? — Nico abriu bem olhos, parecendo surpreso e tão inocente, que Percy voltou a se aproximar, tocando nos cabelos negros, tentando confortá-lo.

— Tudo bem se você quiser brincar. Tudo bem se você não quiser. A gente não tem que tentar algo novo só porque eu quero.

— Eu pensei que o papel de um submisso fosse fazer as vontades do dominador?

— Isso é uma fantasia, não é? Você mesmo disse. Não quero te forçar.

— Oh. — Nico murmurou, relaxando nos braços de Percy, encostando a cabeça em seu ombro e o abraçando pela cintura. — As vezes, eu sinto que devo fazer certas coisas... quer dizer! Você nunca me pediu para fazer isso...

— Está tudo bem. — Percy disse mais uma vez, sorrindo para Nico, decidindo tirá-lo de sua miséria. — A partir de agora sempre que eu quiser fazer algo vou pedir permissão. Não importa o que seja, mesmo que seja um beijo.

— Sempre?

— E você não tem a obrigação de aceitar ou retribuir, ou de se sentir pressionado.

— Eu não sinto que você me obriga, eu só... — Então Nico olhou para baixo, todo tímido, o virou o rosto para lado tentando se esconder. — É essa vontade incontrolável de... de fazer essas coisas.

— Como o quê?

— De obedecer. Não te desapontar. — Foi quando Percy viu Nico fechar os olhos, os apertando bem forte, ainda com o rosto contra seu ombro. — Eu quero ser o seu bebê e seu bom garoto para o resto da vida. Só seu.

Por essa Percy não esperava! Eles tinham com toda a certeza percorrido um longo caminho até ali. Percy se pegou endireitando as costas e respirando fundo, um sorriso um tanto maníaco se formando em seu rosto, uma reação mais rápida do que ele podia controlar. E tão rápida como veio, aquele senso de satisfação e possessão doentia, também desapareceu, restando a Percy apenas puxar Nico contra seu peito e o abraçar forte.

— Obrigado por me contar. Você é tão corajoso. Meu perfeito bebê, hm?

Nico não disse nada, mas ele gemeu, o abraçando mais forte ainda pela cintura, se encolhendo contra seu peito, quase se fundindo a ele. Percy não trocaria esse momento por nada nessa vida.

***

— Obrigado por me contar. Você é tão corajoso. Meu perfeito bebê, hm?

Sim, ele era! Deuses! Ouvir Percy dizer essas coisas, por mais que Nico já soubesse desse fato, fazia algo dentro dele explodir em contentamento.

Bem, o que ele podia dizer? Tinha decidido se deixar levar.

Quer dizer, o que de tão ruim poderia acontecer além de Percy o levar cada vez mais fundo nesse mar de prazer que ele nem sabia ser possível existir? Do que adiantava fugir e lutar contra esses sentimentos quando sem nem perceber se via no mesmo lugar? Essa sensação leve o fazia se lembrar de um jogo que ele e Percy costumavam jogar quando crianças; a cada vez que venciam um desafio, o jogo os levava a um nível acima, subindo degrau por degrau até chegarem ao nível final.

O problema é que aquele jogo inocente e bobo parecia não ter fim, os degraus se estendendo infinitamente a se perder de vista. Era assim que Nico se sentia, quanto mais longe Percy o levava, mas difícil era encontrar aquele mesmo Nico que havia começado no primeiro nível. As vezes, Nico mal se reconhecia. Não se sentia tão pequeno quanto antes, tão tímido ou tão indefeso. Era como se durante o jogo ele tivesse ganhado poderes especiais e eles ainda estivessem com ele, como se Nico os tivesse sugado para dentro de seu ser, para sempre absorvidos em sua pele. Mas, as vezes, mesmo que não ele quisesse, o velho Nico fazia suas aparições, ele não se orgulhava disso, forçando Percy a dar um passo para trás nessa valsa onde ninguém sabia qual seria o próximo passo. Entretanto, o que ele podia fazer se não entrar no ritmo da dança?

Esse era um bom exemplo, o melhor deles. Sentindo Percy acariciando seus cabelos e deslizando as mãos por suas costas, sempre tentando confortá-lo não importando o motivo. Mesmo quando não havia motivo ou quando o culpado era o próprio Nico. Naquele instante, Nico percebeu que dessa vez não precisava ser confortado, mas que gostava do gesto gentil de qualquer forma.

— Sei que eu posso ser... rigoroso. — Percy murmurou em seu ouvido, roçando a barba que crescia contra seu pescoço, o fazendo estremecer. — Você tem que me dizer se eu estiver sendo exigente.

— Você nunca exigisse o que eu não quero dar.

Essa era a verdade. Por mais que ele hesitasse ou dissesse que não queria, era difícil mentir para si mesmo quando o objeto de sua única obsessão na vida estava bem a sua frente, oferendo tudo o que pensou que nunca teria, ainda fosse tão intenso que parece que estava a ponto de desmaiar a qualquer momento. Não porque fosse ruim, mas porque Nico perdia o folego toda vez que Percy olhava para ele por mais de dois segundos.

Então, Nico sentiu lábios tocando os seus numa caricia doce e lenta, e fechou os olhos, relaxando conforme o beijo continuava; uma mordiscada e uma lambida depois, um arfar, línguas se encontrando em um encaixe perfeito, como sempre tinha sido, como naquela primeira vez onde ele tinha fugido e só voltado dois anos depois. Parecia que era tudo o que Nico tinha feito até esse momento, fugir e se esquivar até que ele não tinha vesse alternativa, até que seu único pensamento fosse se redimir por todo o tempo perdido.

— Bom garoto. — Percy disse colado a seus lábios, pressionando suas bocas juntas pela última vez antes de se afastar, sorrindo para ele.

Nico queria seguir Percy, pedir para ser jogar na cama e continuar subindo os degraus. Percy tinha outras ideias, como ir para longe de Nico e abrir o guarda-roupa, tirando um blazer e uma calça caqui social.

— Você não tinha que sair com seus amigos? — Percy disse, ainda com a cabeça dentro do guarda-roupas.

Isso era verdade. Era por isso que Nico tinha acordado tão cedo em um sábado, se distrair com o pensamento de vestir aquela coleira e se ajoelhar aos pés de Percy, jurando fidelidade e obediência eterna não estava dentro dos planos. Talvez depois do casamento se ele realmente acontecesse.

Quando Percy emergiu, estava completamente vestido. Sapatos italianos, camisa preta, terno completo e cabelos penteados para trás. Nico era tão sortudo! Como ele conseguir noivar com alguém tão bonito e charmoso estava além de sua compreensão.

Nico nem tentou se conter, ele andou até Percy, ficou na ponta dos pés e o beijou novamente, algo rápido e suave, e disse: — Você nunca se veste desse jeito pra mim.

Percy sorriu para ele, daqueles tipos de sorriso de lado e covinhas que o fazia parecer um tubarão, e o segurou pelos cabelos, o fazendo gemer.

— Do que adianta eu me vestir assim se as roupas vão ser tiradas em menos de cinco minutos?

Percy o beijou forte nos lábios, arrancando outro gemido dele e o deixou ir, se olhando uma ultima vez no espelho.

— Porque você não descansa um pouco, hm? Eles podem te esperar.

Bem, descansar não era a palavra certa.

Nico seguiu os olhos de Percy e olhou para o próprio colo. Nico tinha um certo volume aparente, e Percy parecia que iria a qualquer momento se ajoelhar no chão e ajudá-lo com isso. Em seguida, Percy voltou a olhar em seus olhos e sorriu novamente.

— Depois. Eu prometo. — Percy, seu dom cruel, disse, se afastando a lentos passos em direção a porta. Mas antes de ir, disse: — Não se divirta muito sem mim.

Então, parece que estou enrolando, não é? A verdade é que falta pouco de plot para escrever. Vou tentar terminar essa história nas proximas 30 mil palavras. Estou planejando alguns extras também, nada muito complicado.

Obrigada pela presença!

tony stark would do everything in his power to please peter parker, and if i say everything, i meant everything.

Isn’t it poetic that Aphrodite’s OTP is Percabeth whereas Cupid’s just there rooting so hard for Nico, who is too much in love with Percy for a mere crush?

Idk it just feels like Cupid is this enthusiastic vengeful fangirl who’s so enamored by this one character (Nico) thus just decides to say fuck it to canon (aka Aphrodite) and proceeds to hyperfixate in everything said character stands for including his self-antagonized one-sided crush.

Cupid plays with Nico the same way I write multiple angsty fanfics about him. I like Nico as a character the same way Cupid has watched him since the days of his first time stepping foot into Croatia. Oh my god Cupid’s a fangirl

Update

Oi, como vai? Hoje era para ter um capítulo novo, finalmente. Vou ter que revisa-lo e adicionar uma coisa ou outra. Então, se eu não conseguir postar hoje, na segunda ele estará pronto. A versão em inglês sairá logo em seguida.

Obrigada pela presença de todos!

Hi, how are you doing? Today we were supposed to have a new chapter, finally. I'm going to have to revise it and add a few things. So, if I don't manage to post it today, it'll be ready on Monday. The English version will be out soon after.

Thanks for everyone's presence!

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.

See you next time!

Okay with the caveat that I have not personally verified this, but it does appear to be supported by google support threads and their abuse policy--

User sloan_spencer_author on instagram reports that another author they know had their Google docs access suspended for sharing explicit content.

I know that lots of y'all on f1blr use google docs, so I'd encourage you to back up your work locally (on your hard drive/an external drive). I don't know what a good alternative is--I've been using Proton Drive (since I already pay for a Proton email) and I don't see anything in the terms of service about prohibiting explicit content, so. Maybe that and Word or OfficeLibre? Man, I don't know. Our cyberpunk dystopia sucks.