The Difference Between How Different Characters Perceive Nico Is So Freaking Funny

SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter XVI e Chapter XVII

As I promised, here are two chapters. If you see any mistakes, like wrong names, let me know! As this was an original story, I may have made some mistakes.

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

Percy turned his back on Nico, got into his giant jeep and drove away. Before he knew it, Percy was far away, leaving him with only silence and his own thoughts, watching until the car disappeared into the horizon and only when he had no choice, Nico resigned himself to going back inside the house, walking slowly, questioning the life he led.

He was starting to wonder, was that house even his anymore? Nico didn't feel safe in it, he didn't feel like it was his home, nor was his room a safe place anymore; Nico no longer had the key of his door’s room, not since his father had discovered that he wouldn't be doing agronomy in college like Hades had planned and that, in fact, he was almost ready to leave and go in another direction. However, the high point was when Hades practically sold him in exchange for support and investment in the family business. In the end, Hazel was right and that was his job in that family, to keep Will calm, happy and in control, so that his father would be sure that the mayor would remain happy. Everyone won, right?

Sure. Except him, of course.

With those encouraging thoughts, Nico walked the rest of the way to the front of the house and climbed the set of the porch steps, entering through the front door.

As soon as he stepped inside, he saw that shadows had already formed against the walls. He only needed the door to close for the rest of the room to fall into total darkness, leaving him with only the moonlight for illumination, but that didn't bother him. He kept walking and watched his shoes, walking without looking where he was going, having already memorized every corner of that path. Ten steps forward, three to the left and five ahead to reach the dining room.

"We need to talk." Hades's voice sounded shrill in the silence of the room.

Do you know what scared him the most? That silence is what Nico had always feared. It was Hades with his hard, judgmental looks, was those quiet moments before the storm came, and it was that giant house that always seemed so empty of life; that was what it did to him; it haunted him, made him think Nico would never escape that horror movie of a small town and the claustrophobic places. Because, that was how he would end up, a small boy, in a small place, in a small family and in a small life. He would probably end up like one of those story endings too; he would work for his father until his last days and marry whoever Hades told him to, obeying like the perfect son, right? That was supposed to be his future?

He was so tired…

"I don’t think so. I think our conversation is over." Nico heard himself saying, still looking at his feet. Why was he still trying? Why did he care what that man would think? That wasn’t his responsibility, none of it was. It wasn’t pampering Will Solace, the mayor, or worrying about the family’s business; Nico didn’t need any of that.

Nico nodded to himself, and he was so exhausted that he didn't care about Hades's angry grunt. Or the chair scraping across the floor, or even the heavy footsteps coming towards him. Nico only raised his head when Hades was too close to ignore, feeling empty and hollow.

After all, what could Hades do? Hurt him again?

Nico was already more than injured.

"How dare you to defy me!" Hades raised his fist and punched the table, which shook with the force of the blow.

Nico barely reacted, he looked at his father's hand on the tablecloth and tried to remember why he should care.

It was all so meaningless that he just continued to watch it.

"I'm tired, Hades." Nico said, defeated. It was the first time he had called him that. Hades was no longer his father, his Papa. He had stopped being that a long time ago.

Nico barely heard the people in the room gasp, which didn't stop them from slowly approaching the two. However, his focus was on Hades, the one Nico blamed for all of this. He needed to blame someone, because if Hades wasn't the one to blame, it meant that he was the reason for all of this mess.

"I'm sorry. I can't do what you want anymore. I-- I tried... I... I'm not challenging you, I just... haven't I done enough?”

Silence fell again, it seemed like no one was breathing. He even tried to see Hades's reaction; his vision was blurry and it was hard to breathe, his chest was constricting as if someone was crushing him, but... but he was calm, he was so calm that it seemed like Nico was watching everything like a spectator; for the first time in a long time he felt like nothing could affect him anymore. It was strange, the tears rolled down his face and his hands were shaking, and he didn't know if it was from relief or sadness; the tears simply overflowed from within him.

Nico blinked and a few more tears rolled down his face. He finally allowed himself to cry for the first time in his life.

"Can you forgive me? I need to do this." Nico tried again. He knew it would be in vain, because with Hades there was only one way to do things, either it was the way he wanted it or it wasn't. Nico accepted that, he accepted that it was the end for them.

It was… it was okay, he had done everything he could. A gentle voice was saying in the back of his mind. He nodded once more, to himself and to what he knew was coming next. When nothing happened and Hades just kept looking at him with that neutral expression, Nico… Nico just let himself breathe and started walking. One step at a time; one to avoid Hades’s still figure, another to get past the table, and a few more to climb the stairs. He looked at them and put his right foot up, then his left, and dragged himself up them, one at a time, until he reached the star’s end and walked a few steps into his room.

Nico left the door open. There was no point in him closing it when he couldn’t lock it, and sat down on the bed. He kept staring at his shoes. He needed a new pair. Maybe new jeans too. Maybe a new bed or… or a new Nico. It sounded good. Anything was better than being the same old Nico Di Ângelo.

He wished he could just be… Nico. Nicollas.

"Oh, my baby." He heard someone saying, someone entering the room, someone hugging him tightly and sitting with him on the bed. He recognized that smell, it was Bianca, her long wavy hair falling over his shoulder, covering him like a protective shield. Nico should have heard what she told him, Bianca had warned him so many times. He should have listened.

"Bia." He murmured, unable to hear his own voice. " I didn't want to.”

"I know, dear. With the Solace family, that's all it could have been. You don't have to try anymore.”

"I don't need to?" He didn't know that.

"Of course not. It was your choice from the beginning. We will support you.”

He knew the choice was his, Nico wanted to tell her that. And that was exactly why he had no choice. How could he do anything when he knew what the consequences would be?

"Don't worry. This is his problem. It's high time Hades acted like a man.”

"That's right. We're gonna kick that son of a daddy's ass if he comes back here!”  Hazel said somewhere near them.

Nico knew he could count on them. He closed his eyes and let himself relax like he hadn't done in a long time.

Chapter XVII

"See you on Monday.”

Percy looked at Nico's sad face once more and was tempted to throw him over his shoulders and run away with him.

He wanted to say that everything was going to be okay, that all it took was one word and Nico would never have to deal with those people again. But before the words could come out, he did what anyone in his place would do; he controlled himself and walked to the car that was parked a few feet away. Or rather, he marched, sprinting down the road and doing his best not to look back or go back to Nico.

Percy just stopped walking when he got into the driver's seat and sped away from there.

Shit! What was he thinking! Why did he keep doing this? He shouldn't have let himself get carried away, but he couldn't help himself. Nico reminded him of his teenage years, of those days in college where he was free to do whatever he wanted; Nico made him act like a child again, defying older people who had an image of authority and harassing anyone he felt like. What could he say? After all, Percy was what Nico had accused him of without even having to use words; a billionaire, a womanizer, and with a superiority complex.

He wasn’t like that anymore, that person stayed in the past; now Percy was a centered and responsible individual, he wasn't the type to cheat even if his illustrious wife didn't think the same. But what if Nico needed help? What if Hades tried something against Nico? About Will, he had no doubts. Was it safe to leave Nico among those people? Who would defend him when the next punch came? 

No! Percy couldn't think about that. He didn't even know those people and he barely knew who Nico was. He didn't... Shit! He shouldn't have left Nico alone. Frustrated, he slammed on the brake and let his head fall against the steering wheel, the horn making a loud sound. WHAT. WAS. HE. THINKING! Nico wasn't his at all and if Nico had survived in that place without him for all this time, he could keep going. Right?

Sure.

Really… what if Nico couldn’t? He looked so defeated, so fragile… cases of anxiety could cause worse even more damage, like suicide or depression, couldn’t they? What if Nico… No! He couldn’t think about that, he couldn’t! Percy should have dragged Nico out of there when he had the chance, he knew that if he insisted just a little longer Nico would have accepted, but… he admited, okay! He wanted Nico to come of his own free will and not because some guy he had just met had asked him to. However, Percy could offer help, couldn’t he? Just one more time?

He took his cell phone out of his pocket and looked for Nico's contact, thank goodness he had given it to him in that conversation in the kitchen before the panic attack. Percy pressed the message icon and typed:

“Is everything okay? I hope things haven’t gotten worse. The offer still stands. Whenever you need it.”

Was it too direct? Too blunt? Too sincere? Too intimate? It didn’t matter. He pressed send and put the phone back in his pocket, starting the car once more. He sent a message, and at the moment, it was all he could do. Was the right thing to do. Otherwise, he would just be another one of those people demanding something when it was clear Nico wasn’t willing to give it.

With this depressing thought, Percy drove the rest of the afternoon and early evening, still not knowing what to do, but doing what he could in this situation.

He walked through the entrance of the condominium and finally arrived home, exhaustion overcoming him as soon as he stepped out of the car. It seemed like so much had happened and so much time had passed, even though it couldn't have been more than five or six hours since breakfast. He walked around the house and up the steps to the porch only to be greeted by two pairs of tight hugs.

The children grabbed him by the waist and smiled at him, all happy. Of course, that wasn't enough. Annabeth Chase, his dignified wife, was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a drawing in her hand; on it were them: Logan, Alice, Nico and Percy. A normal, happy family.

"Daddy, Daddy! Mommy got here early." Logan said looking at him, still with his arms around his waist.

“He told her everything about Nico,” Alice warned, perceptive as always.

“It’s okay,” he said to the children. Or maybe he said it to himself, trying to convince himself of it.

So the three of them walked the rest of the way to the living room, sitting on the couch opposite where Annabeth was.

"Oh, Percy. Did you make it back home? I thought you were too busy to care about your kids.”

"I called a babysitter before I left.”

Percy didn't even bother explaining since the kids should have told her what happened.

"You know what's even more amazing? It seems like you replaced the nanny I hired without telling me." Annabeth stood up, smoothing her dress and crossing her arms. Her eyes analyzed him from head to toe, demanding and cold.

Ah, it seems like she was preparing to fight, even her voice changed intonation.

"Children, it's time for bed, yes? Go ahead and go upstairs." He gave each of them a kiss and watched Alice take Logan's hand, leading him upstairs.

Percy waited long enough for the children to disappear down the hallway and turned to her:

"What are you doing here? This is not our agreement.”

"Guess what? I missed you, sweetheart." She smiled and blew a kiss in his direction, sitting back down, her eyes sparkling as she studied him. Annabeth tossed her long platinum hair to one side of her shoulder, exposing part of her chest and neck, showing the swell of her breasts against the tight dress.

There was a time when Percy would do anything for her, but now all that was left were threats and conversations to see who was the strongest one.

"Annabeth!”

"You still haven't answered me.”

"If you must know, he's the person you hired.”

"Is he? From what Logan said, you two seem pretty close.”

He felt the need to roll his eyes like a teenager and ended up resigning himself to his torture. It’s like they say, if you can't beat them, join them. That's exactly what he did, he sat down next to her and closed his eyes for a moment.

"He's a good kid. He just needs help." Percy said finally.

"Don't you tell me?”

"His family is worse than mine and yours combined.”

"Is that all? Do you want to help him?”

"Unlike you, I'm not a traitor." Feeling Annabeth approaching, Percy opened his eyes again, looking at her head on. "Speaking of which, when are you going to sign the divorce papers?”

"Divorce? Things are great as they are. Why ruin something that is going so well?" Then she looked him in the eyes and placed her hands on his shoulders, sliding them down in a caress that only disgusted him.

"Annabeth." Percy said, turning away from her. "What are you doing here?”

"Hmm, I love it when you talk rough. We could--”

"We could nothing. There's only one reason why you came back.”

"Okay!" She told him. Annabeth got up from the couch and went to the suitcases that were still in the entrance hall and came back soon after, handing him an invitation to the Palace Hotel, one of the most exquisite party rooms in the city. "I need your help. I have this party... it's important to me.”

"They always are. Are you trying to use me again?”

"Look, I would go with Heyna, but these people are traditional. If they see you with me, it will make things move much faster. Think about it this way, the sooner you agree, the sooner I'll leave. Doesn't that sound like a good deal?”

"A good deal? You've got to be kidding me.”

Percy brought his hand to his face and rubbed it, he was too tired to deal with her.

"Come on, Percy. Just this once.”

"I won't do anything until you sign the papers.”

"Percy, you know I can't do this.”

"You can't? Are you sure? I have enough evidence to annul the marriage for adultery. Is that what you want?”

"You're lying, you would never do that! What about the children? Are you gonna do that to them?”

"They’re already grown up. They don't need you. I don't need you. And if you don't want to accept it, I'll be forced to use force. Who will lose more? Me, a university professor, or a socialite architect? Can you imagine the gossip magazines? I can.”

He stood up, tired of it, and turned his back on her, not caring if Annabeth would get hurt or not. But of course she wouldn't give up that easily, right?

"I… I’ll sign it. After the party, if you’ll come with me. The kids need to go too.”

Percy turned to her and studied her angelic face. If he hadn't known the venom behind that vulnerable expression, Percy might have believed it. He would have believed it before he found out what Annabeth was doing on these business trips. And with who.

"Okay, but this is the last time. If you don't keep your end of the deal, I can't be held responsible for the consequences.”

With that, he turned his back on Annabeth and walked up the stairs, finding the children at the top of them, their little faces sad and tearful.

"Shhh… it's okay. Who wants to hear a story?" Logan and Alice sniffed, but held their hands and together, they entered the room.

Thanks for reading!

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

Oii, como vai? Mais um capítulo! Decidi não me alongar muito na história já que acabei criando uns furos de enredo, o que significa muita coisas para reescrever, mas também encontrei alguns temas interessantes além do relacionamento entre o Percy e o Nico. Assim, vou escrever até o fim de janeiro, em fevereiro vou fazer a versão em inglês e depois passar os proximos meses revisando. Obrigada pela compreensão!

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

— Eu também te amo.

Percy continuou segurando Nico contra seu peito e só se moveu quando teve certeza que Nico não continuaria o odiando. Se recostou contra o apoio do sofá e trouxe Nico com ele, o tocando delicadamente. 

Por um momento, no silêncio da sala de estar, onde se podia ouvir apenas a respiração pesada de Nico que começava a desacelerar, pensou que as coisas entre eles voltaria ao normal e que finalmente Nico ficaria satisfeito. Imaginem sua surpresa ao sentir Nico se mover em seu colo de uma forma bem específica, se esfregando contra ele, o fazendo perder o ar quando sentiu mãos pequenas tocar entre suas pernas sobre a calça, um toque tão suave que o fez arfar, a doce tortura o fazendo se lembrar de sua ereção.

— Você quer…? — Ele ouviu Nico dizer, certa incerteza em sua voz, embora isso não fosse um empecilho para Nico, sentindo as mãos de Nico continuarem a explorar a área, deslizando para cima e para baixo, arrancando um gemido torturado dele.

— Não precisa. — Ele murmurou, ou achava que tinha. Nesses momentos era difícil diferenciar o que era real e o que era criação de sua mente.

— Eu sei que você está… está tentando me tratar com respeito, mas… será que isso é necessário? Não foi por causa de sexo que a gente… se separou?

A insinuação era clara, e a cada dia que passava Percy via o quanto as palavras não ditas faziam a distância entre eles aumentar.  

— Você acha que esse é o motivo por eu gostar de você?

— Bem… você sempre diz que eu sou bonito. — Nico disse na voz mais baixa, como se esperasse não ser escutado. Foi nesse momento onde Nico hesitou que Percy se lembrou de desgrudar os olhos do que Nico fazia entre suas pernas e prestar atenção no que Nico dizia. O que mais chamou sua atenção foi a expressão vazia no rosto de Nico, a forma distraída que ele o tocava, como se ele tentasse esconder algo por trás da máscara de indiferença. — Não foi por isso que você procurou outras pessoas quando eu estava bem na sua frente? Por pensar que eu era… puro?

— Nico. Isso não faz sentido! Eu não faria isso de novo. — Quando ele teria tempo de fazer isso? Entre a depressão e a montanha de trabalhos e estudo?

— Não faria? — Nico então levantou a cabeça e o encarou, sem nenhum tipo de julgamento na voz, mas que ainda assim isso o fez se sentir muito julgado. — O que eu tenho que fazer para você não me ignorar?

— Eu não estou te ignorando! — Quer dizer, ele achava que não estava. Certo? Eles não passavam o dia todo juntos? Como Percy poderia ignorar alguém que estava ao lado dele?

— Quando foi a última vez que você fez algo que queria?

— Eu… a gente foi naquela festa semana passada?

— Percy. — Agora Nico parecia a ponto de chorar. — Quando foi a última vez que você fez algo que ninguém te pediu? Você diz que eu não tenho interesse nas coisas? Você também não tem. E agora, nem sexo você quer.

— Não é sua culpa. Não é porque você voltou.

— Estou começando a ver isso. Mas isso não me faz menos culpado.

— O que você quer que eu faça? Tudo o que eu faço é um erro! É melhor que as coisas fiquem assim. Se eu fizer o que as pessoas esperam de mim, eu não vou errar.

— Percy! — O grito de Nico ecoou pela sala, o fazendo abrir bem os olhos. Com a garganta seca, Percy observou Nico se levantar de seu colo e se ajoelhar entre suas pernas, os olhos cheios de lágrimas, apoiando as mãos em coxas e apoiar o rosto em seu colo, pronto para começar a implorar. — Ninguém está pedindo que você seja perfeito!

— Eu tenho que ser!

— Eu nunca devia ter voltado! Se for para ver você assim, era melhor ido para outro lugar. Doeria menos. Você pode dizer o que quiser, eu sou culpado por você estar agindo assim de novo.

— Como você poderia fazer isso?

— Eu fiz você se lembrar do passado.

Nisso Nico estava certo. Percy estava pensando sobre sua infância com mais frequência do que o costume. Ele tinha trabalho para se livrar dela e agora que suas memórias vinham à tona era difícil diferenciar a pessoa que ele costumava ser e a pessoa que ele era agora.

— Por favor. — Nico enfim implorou na voz mais miserável que ele já havia escutado. — Eu não quero que você se reprima por causa de mim. Eu sei que você se importa comigo e eu me importo com você. Eu só… eu quero viver essas coisas com você. Quero acordar todos os dias do seu lado e quero estar com você todos os dias, quero que você tenha todas as coisas que deseja e quero… quero, hm… você sabe… não me importo se você for… não tão bondoso na cama. Eu gosto… de verdade. Quer dizer, você nem sempre foi um santo, talvez um pouco vingativo, e também--

— Fico feliz que você pense isso de mim. — Percy disse e sorriu sinceramente pela primeira vez em muitos dias, interrompendo Nico. O garoto queria que ele fosse sincero e fizesse o que queria, não? — Isso não é justo. E como você fica nisso?

— Eu? Eu fico com você. — Nico disse e sorriu de volta para ele, ainda com a cabeça em seu colo, se esfregando nele feito um gatinho. — Prefiro ver você agindo feito a pior pessoa do mundo do que ver você se transformando em uma casca vazia.

— Nico. — Percy se inclina para a frente a segura Nico pela nuca, o fazendo levantar a cabeça. — Eu não quero abusar de você. Sinto que isso vai acontecer se a gente continuar assim.

— O que você está esperando, então?

— Nico!

— Não há nada de nenhum de nós possa fazer. O estrago já está feito. Agora, você tem que se responsabilizar pelo o que fez.

— E o que seria isso?

— Você pode começar me levando pro quarto e tirando minha roupa.

— Eu não tenho certeza.

— Mas eu tenho. — Nico fez um biquinho fofo, e Percy se viu sorrindo novamente, observando Nico se esticar em direção a ele ainda ajoelhado e o beijar docemente. — Eu posso esperar.

Quando Nico falava assim… tão convincente, Percy quase podia ver a razão nisso tudo. Embora não entendesse de verdade. Quem gostaria de ser tratado como Nico tinha sido e ainda pedir para continuar sofrendo ao lado de uma pessoa como ele? Percy tentaria mais uma vez. Se Nico tinha se ajoelhado a seus pés e colocado a cabeça em seu colo feito um pet de estimação, Percy também poderia se esforçar para ser um bom dono.

***

Sinceramente? Percy não pensava que seria tão fácil se render depois de tanto tempo lutando contra essas vontades. Era uma visão magnífica observar Nico se levantar do chão. Ainda com as calças abertas, cabelos bagunçados e lábios inchados, Nico ofereceu a mão a ele. Percy não hesitou, como tinha prometido, subiu as escadas em direção a seu quarto. Se sentou na beirada da cama e tirou as roupas de Nico. Primeiro, a camiseta de caveira, depois, puxou as calças de Nico para baixo, levando junto a cueca, tirando os allstar’s e meias, se permitindo um momento para apreciar a beleza de Nico.

No fim, o que seu bebê tinha dito era verdade. A primeira coisa que tinha chamado sua atenção em Nico era a beleza natural. Longos cílios, olhos negros profundos, boca carnuda, pele macia, quadril arredondado, longas pernas, a voz mais doce mesmo quando zangada e principalmente aquela aparência de garoto bem-comportado, sempre obedecendo o que ele dizia. Tinham suas exceções, é claro, momentos como esses em que eles se encontravam, onde Nico implorava, nunca parecendo exigir e dar uma ordem, não como ele faria.

— E agora? Como a gente fica? — Era um pergunta retorica, e ambos sabiam disso. Percy sorriu e Nico se aproximou mais, se colocando entre suas pernas, segurando em seus ombros.

— Você quer ver uma coisa?

— Depende. É uma surpresa?

— Você poderia dizer isso.

Nico sorriu e correu em direção ao guarda-roupa, voltando com um caixa dourada com uma tampa em cima.

— Você comprou pra mim?

— Não, é pra mim. — Ainda sorrindo, Nico disse e tirou a tampa revelando uma bela coleção de brinquedos, só que esses brinquedos eram para adultos. Três dildos de diferentes tamanhos, uma bolinha vibratória, algemas, pregadores de mamilos e até uma palmatória. E muito lubrificante, no mínimo três tubos grandes.

— Tem certeza que você não andou se divertindo com alguém? — Ele nem poderia culpar Nico se esse fosse o caso.

— Eu não quero ninguém além de você me tocando. Isso tudo é sua culpa! Eu aqui me oferecendo e dizendo que você pode fazer o que quiser comigo e você tendo uma crise de consciência? Nunca pensei que algo assim aconteceria.

— Ei! Eu não sou tão ruim!

— Não é agora.

— É exatamente por isso que eu prefiro ir devagar.

— Desculpa. Eu também mudei. Mas se eu soubesse nunca teria fugido. Pelo menos, você não fez o mesmo eu fiz.

É, Percy até poderia imaginar. Para onde ele fugiria? Para casa do pai? Olhar para a cara da madrasta que o odiava ou lidar com o meio-irmão que o perseguia quando a mãe não estava vendo? Sem chance.

— Eu precisava de um tempo. Quero ter certeza que algo assim não vai se repetir.

— Eu sei. Eu estava seguro em Verona. Hades não tem coragem de enfrentar a nona. Se ela soubesse de tudo hoje Hades não teria um centavo.

— Por que você não contou pra ela?

— Não é importante. Ela já me mima demais. — Mas Nico dizia isso com um sorriso no rosto, parecendo se lembrar de tempos felizes. — A gente não precisa fazer nada hoje. Nem amanhã. Eu quero que você saiba que estou aqui e que você não precisa se sentir culpado, porque eu nunca te culpei de nada. Tudo bem?

Nico pegou a caixa de suas mãos e a colocou na cama para logo em seguida sentar em seu colo, o beijando mais uma vez. E talvez… talvez não fosse tão ruim assim se deixar levar um pouco.

***

Então… hmm… Percy descobriu que gostava muito daquela caixa de brinquedos que Nico tinha montado. Especialmente a bolinha vibratória. Ela tinha o tamanho de seu dedão e era rosa fosforescente, com um fio longo e um botão no meio. Realmente interessante. E já que Nico tinha comprado todas aquelas coisas, seria um desperdício não usá-las. 

Ele pegou as algemas, o lubrificante e a bolinha, e bem, ali estavam eles. Nico deitado contra os travesseiros, de costas na cama e mãos presas em cima da cabeça no batente da cama, enquanto ele se encontrava entre as pernas de Nico, completamente vestido. Era até engraçado. Percy tinha apertado o botão na bolina e ela tinha começado a vibrar imediatamente, o fazendo rir e dizer “Foi você quem pediu por isso” e antes que Nico pudesse reclamar, Percy levou o brinquedo que vibrava loucamente para as pernas de Nico, seguindo o mesmo caminho com sua boca. Parecia que Nico não sabia o que fazer, se ele ria por causa da vibração ou se gemia, marcas de mordidas, de dentes roçando em sua pele e chupões de lábios em lugares que nunca tinham sido marcados antes.

— E agora? Devo parar? — Percy disse na voz inocente, subindo com a bolinha entre as pernas de Nico, parando em sua virilha antes alcançar alguma parte mais sensível.

— Não! Por favor!

— O que eu ganho se continuar?

— Qualquer coisa!

— Eu não sei… parece muito genérico.

— Um-- eu… eu te chupo? Ou…

— Ou?

— O que você quiser.

— Mesmo?

— Hmhm. — Nico suspirou e arfou, porque Percy tinha cansado de brincar. Ele levou a bolinha um pouco para baixo e a pressionou contra o membro de Nico, que de semi ereto, em um passe de mágica, parecia tão duro a ponto de doer. Percy deslizou o vibrador pela base do membro e subiu lentamente, chegando na pontinha e se demorando por lá, pressionando em pequenas voltas na cabecinha a avermelhada. 

Percy não podia acreditar em seu olhos, ele pressionou só mais um pouquinho e de repente, Nico estava gritando, o pequeno membro pulsou em sua mão e expeliu mais rápido do que Percy pôde reagir. Ele tirou o vibrador do membro de Nico e observou Nico se contrair todo, respirando como se tivesse corrido uma maratona. Mas ele queria mais, Nico reagia tão forte as vibrações que Percy queria ver até onde Nico aguentaria.

Ele ligou o brinquedo novamente, o sentindo vibrar em sua mão por alguns momentos e esperou até que Nico não estivesse a ponto de ter um ataque de asma, e devagar, como se nada tivesse acontecendo, voltou a encostar a bolinha na pele de Nico, perto do seu quadril, descendo pelas longas pernas. Tudo o que Nico fez foi arfar surpreso, e ainda tremendo, não disse nada e nem mesmo se moveu como protesto, apenas olhou para Percy o olhar meio perdido e meio extasiado, confiando em Percy e se permitindo sentir, como se isso fosse tudo o que desejava fazer. Então, Percy, como o cavalheiro que era, continuou com sua exploração. Voltou a subir com o vibrador e chegou mais uma vez a virilha de Nico, dessa vez passando direto por seu membro e tocando em seus testículos, vendo Nico abrir os lábios em um gemido silencio, seu corpo tremendo sem seu controle. Para Percy a experiência toda parecia dolorosa, a forma como Nico se contraia e se curvava, os gemidos agudos, se não fosse a expressão de completo prazer no rosto de Nico, pensaria que… não… era melhor ele não pensar nisso.

Percy se concentrou no que estava fazendo e finalmente levou o vibrador mais para baixo, encontrando a entrada de Nico, que deixou escapar um gemidinho tão gostoso que Percy teve vontade de tornar as coisas ainda mais interessantes. Mas, não, isso era suficiente. Então, ele roçou a bolinha ao redor da entrada até que ela entrou, sumindo dentro de Nico. Talvez ele tenha exagerado, Nico abriu bem olhos e se remexeu, choramingando e arfando, como se nunca tivesse feito isso antes, mas como Nico não fez nada para pará-lo, Percy continuou. Ele puxou o vibrador pela cordinha e pressionou de volta, brincando com a entrada, fez isso por tantas vezes a pele começou a ficar inchada, como quando você beijava alguém por um longo tempo e esse era o resultado.

— Por favor! — Nico implorou, se contraindo na cama, costas curvadas e cabeça jogada para trás, parecendo a ponto de gozar mais uma vez. E quem era Percy para negar seu doce bebê.

Ele pressionou a bolinha mais uma vez para dentro, fazendo Nico estremecer e dessa vez, a empurrou mais para dentro, inserindo seus dedos juntos, movendo o vibrador ao redor. Nico foi a loucura, começou a implorar sem parar e segurou no batente da cama, seus dedos dos pés se curvando. Foi um momento mágico para Percy, com dois dedos, ele levou a bolinha um pouco mais adentro e pressionou naquele lugarzinho que ambos conheciam bem. A reação foi imediata, Nico gritou com toda a força e Percy se maravilhou, ele nunca tinha visto Nico gozar tão rápido e forte, fazendo o orgasmo de Nico atingir seu peito.

— Bom garoto. Tão obediente. — Ele disse enquanto puxava a bolinha pela corda, enfim a trazendo para fora. Nico caiu na cama e soluçou, ainda terminando de gozar com uma estranha expressão presa entre agonia e êxtase. Talvez ele tenha exagerado, mas Percy deixaria para que Nico decidisse isso, já que ele próprio não sabia se fugia para longe, enojado consigo mesmo ou tentava não pensar na ereção ao ver Nico sob seu controle dessa forma.

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This is soo nice! I agree with everything in here. Like, I always liked Percy but I love Nico, because i was a emo kid in my teenager years , so is great to see myself in a character like that. It's just perfect.

How did I fall in love with Percico? I must admit that the battle was intense.

When I first joined the world of Percy Jackson in 2015, I had no idea what I was getting into.

Actually, I had no idea of anything ... anything at all.

Only one thing was clear.

Nico di Angelo.

This character was introduced to me in a fanfic about a niece of mine who is older than me. She asked me to read her fanfic, and I just did.

It was a [Percy Jackson x Reader], but contrary to what the fanfic says and the feelings of the protagonist, I ended up getting interested on Nico di Angelo.

He was like a crush. At that point he was introduced to me as the typical bad emo boy (which I really didn't like very much), but that character had something, and when I'm curious, I look for information.

Obviously I read every word of the Nico di Angelo Wikia, and since at that moment the Blood of Olympus had barely come out, the Solangelo didn´t exist, practically.

Was I disappointed? Yes. I must admit that I was disappointed to read this character that had struck me was “gay” and, apart, he was in love with the protagonist.

So I gave myself the task of buying the first book (The Lightning Thief), only by Nico di Angelo.

I was 12 years old at the time, and being the first book I read for my own interest, I began to idolize Rick Riordan for being so hooked on his books. I was so hooked on the narrative, the world, and the characters that he made me hopelessly a reader.

By idolizing Rick Riordan for opening up so many possibilities that reading books gave me, I also began to idolize his beliefs, and consequently, in the first book I fell in love with Percabeth.

Percabeth was my life back then.

Annabeth, the strong, determined girl, who ran away from her family when she was 7 years old, fighting for her freedom (or at least in my 12-year-old mind). And Percy Jackson, that kid hurt by his stepfather, sarcastic and kind of mature boy.

They were THE COUPLE.

I continued to ship them in later books.

The Titan's Curse have arrived. I already knew that Bianca was going to die, I already knew the whole story of Nico. But still, reading every paragraph where he came out was a delight. It was more intense, it penetrated you deeper, you could see things that you could not appreciate by reading the wikia.

I didn't give too much importance to Nico. Yes, he was still my favorite character, but I wanted to see Percabeth develop.

The Titan's Curse happened, The Battle of the Labyrinth too, and I didn't really take into account the scenes where Nico and Percy were together, I just liked to appreciate the scenes where Nico used his powers, became strong or showed that personality that I loved, since I was expecting more than anything the Percy and Annabeth scenes.

I didn't like Rachel very much, I didn't like Luke, I didn't like Calypso ... Simply because they got in the way of my ship (I was wrong, and now I know it). With Nico, I just didn't love that he had a crush on Percy, but I still liked the character. I knew from reading the wikia, that they weren't going to end up together anyway. I knew that in the end the one who would triumph was going to be Percabeth. And I was waiting for it.

The Percico Fire escape scene happened in the last chapter of The Battle of the Labyrinth, I treasured that scene in my heart more than anything for being a scene where you see a Nico who lost his inocence too quickly, but still wants to savor the world around him. But the Percico in that book was totally overshadowed by Percabeth's first kiss. I was totally eclipsed.

And in the end I came to The Last Olympian.

It hurt me that Nico cheated on Percy. At that moment I couldn´t see anything of the background of his intentions.

I was really blind.

Luke died, and what I had been waiting for for five books happened.

The kiss Percabeth under the water. I liked? Yes, at the time I fangirled quite a bit, I was happy and it made my day.

At this point I was 13 years old.

The second saga arrived. The Son of Neptune arrived. Nico di Angelo came out not telling Percy his true identity. I was confused. Percy remembered Annabeth and I calmed down awaiting their reunion.

The reunion came and I felt happy, but not excited. The new characters had overshadowed it a bit.

I was more confused not seeing Nico in most of the chapters. I found out that he passed Tartarus alone, yes, I found out that he was locked in a jar in a half-dead state, yes. But I didn´t take the importance that it deserved.

I was angered to see Percy's indifference towards Nico. And at the time I thought I was angry because Nico was my favorite character.

I was wrong.

Percy and Annabeth fell into Tartarus, and while I liked that the golden couple survived that hell together, with their love, it really didn't feel as good as I thought. I started to lose interest a little. The way they related was no different than when they were friends, just a few cheesy moments here and there. Still, I followed the ship on its journey through Tartarus.

Even Bob.

Bob, the titan Iapetus who told Percy that Nico had sent it to save him. That part where Percy realizes that he must have been a best friend to Nico, in that moment where Percy realizes, dying, that Nico was stronger than he thought.

I was moved by such thought, but still, I continued with Percabeth, simply with the new thought that Percy should take more importance on Nico, because, by the gods, he was NICO DI ANGELO, the son of Hades, the Ghost King. He was my dream character.

The scene that changed everything arrived.

The Cupid scene.

I already knew that that was the moment where Nico confessed that he was in love with Percy. I knew it from the first book, even before.

But it was very different to know it than to read it in great detail.

“I had a crush on Percy. That´s the truth. That´s the big secret.”

In that scene, I felt a lump in my stomach. It was a strange emotion and in a way unpleasant and pleasant at the same time. I was excited to know that I had reached the peak of the character, but really outside of that I didn´t take much importance, since ... Please ... WHAT ABOUT THE PERCABETH?

Still, inside of me I felt a curiosity to know more about Nico's feelings. I felt like something had fallen into place, but I didn't know what.

At that time I was 14 years old.

The end of the second saga came and Will Solace arrived.

I felt even more confused and upset. I, who had already accepted the knowledge that Nico loved Percy, felt betrayed to see how in a couple of pages Nico had a crush for Will.

How was it possible? What was the reason?

It was sudden, it was rude. I felt a knot in my stomach. I didn't have time to process it when the Solangelo was slapped across my face and across a couple of pages.

I kept reading and the most controversial scene arrived.

"I see that you´re cute, but you´re not my type"

I honestly felt like something didn't add up. I felt more confused. And I felt worse when I found out that Annabeth and Percy had a vision to move to New Rome for college after finishing their last year of high school.

I felt as if the characters were slipping through my hands. Growing up too fast and letting things slide when I wasn't ready to face it yet.

The second saga felt confused, and had unpleasant feelings hanging around. Loose ends that my brain couldn´t spin.

Something was wrong, and I was felt, but I didn't know it.

At this point I was nowhere near my 15th birthday.

I tried to hold on a little to the Nico di Angelo that I knew, not that strange boy who fell in love with Will Solace.

So I read some old Nico di Angelo fanfictions, and why deny it, some Percico fanfics too.

I liked? Yes, I must admit that it had something, although I didn´t understand why yet. Still, I continued to ship Percabeth.

The curiosity for the Percico was very big, and little by little I began to like it more. The dynamics seemed interesting to me. Still, I didn't understand many things.

I had my small Percico phase in 2017. And after that, I left the fandom after reading The Hidden Oracle. I found it funny, yes, but it didn't feel the same anymore. That emotion that put Rick in the first saga and part of the second had been extinguished.

Everything was different. It felt drier, strained, broken. I didn´t like it. It was disappointing.

2020 came, and the pandemic arrived.

At this point I was 17 and less than three months away from leaving high school.

In those almost 3 years of taking a break from Rick Riordan, I had become interested in other things. Shingeki no Kyojin, Supernatural, The Maze Runner, Death Note, etc. I had many stages in those three years.

I grew older, I saw more things and I better understand some circumstances.

In my last days of high school, before the online classes, I met a boy very much like Nico. Very similar. I looked at him and I smiled. I remembered my time when Nico di Angelo was my favorite character.

Remembering what Rick Riordan had done for me by publishing the Percy Jackson books.

Rick Riordan, whether he wanted to or not, he changed my life. He made me be a different person, and I liked the direction.

The end of 2020 came and I was already 18. The online classes had already started and I had already started my first semester of college.

The December 2020 holidays arrived, and my favorite series called Supernatural ended in a painful way.

How is it possible that Dean and Castiel didn't end up together? Castiel loved Dean. He was the most important person to him. He sacrificed himself because he Love him. Why did Dean have to die like Castiel?

His background was beautiful, tragic, although it was not explicitly seen it was there, waiting to see who saw how beautiful the feelings they had for each other.

I felt bad and desolate. The pandemic was affecting me more than I had thought.

I was not a sociable person, but being indoors all the time was frustrating.

I remembered the time when I was happiest, the time when I could go out with friends, where I could appreciate my crush from afar knowing that he would never reciprocate, but I was fine with it.

Nico di Angelo.

Again the character appeared in my head. And, with the new vision that I had, after 6 years of having fallen in love with Nico the first time, I was now ready to analyze, to really know what was wrong three years ago. I read The Trials of Apollo. I didn't like it. It was unpleasant. The only character I was there for was Nico, but even so, the Nico they introduced me to was different, it was everything I didn't remember about Nico.

I didn't like where Rick had led things.

I was frustrated.

I was about to give up, but ...

Percico

I remembered the name of the ship and the nice feeling that had hit me years ago, so I started reading percico fics on Wattpad, and although I really liked them, something was missing.

An English fanfic appeared called What Happened in Venice? By MidnightinJapan.

The characters were so canon, they were how I remembered them, and the way Nico and Percy fit together was really beautiful. Their personalities complemented each other in a unique way.

I fell in love, honestly.

I started researching, analyzing, rereading the books. I began to realize many things that I had not noticed, both about the Percico and the Percabeth.

Scenes came to mind where Percy and Nico had been together, and that thing that had been bothering me for years had finally fallen into place.

The fluff and pretty feelings I had felt with the Percabeth had no chance against the strong overwhelming, passionate and tragic feeling of love in the Percico.

It felt so pure, so sincere, so deep, so developed without falling into the cliché.

It's perfect.

My perception had changed in those years, and I realized that I had done wrong to idolize Rick Riordan the way I did, because in my point of view he has made mistakes.

Percico became my OTP right away. And I remembered that three years ago I had liked it. My subconscious had tried to tell me, but I ignored it!

I started looking for fanarts on Pinterest, on Twitter, wherever I could be found. And that's where everything went wrong.

I rejoined the Percy Jackson fandom and realized that the fandom had changed. Everything had changed.

The shippers Solangelo and Percabeth had gone toxic. The Percico had almost disappeared. Hatred was sinking the ship. And I got mad. I got very angry. I tried to contain myself as much as I could, but after almost 6 months of enduring the hatred thrown at my ship, I had to do something about it. I created my Percico accounts. I tried to put a stop to it even though it was impossible. I'm really trying to get out.

In my head there was no room for them to send Percico so much hatred if he was the best ship for me.

I had my Percabeth phase, I understood how eclipsing they could be, but I, who had already been in the fandom for many years, understood things better and now I am determined not to give up.

I'm not going to let the Percico sink.

Writers when they realize they really have to write

Comment on fanfics

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

I wrote a damn comment. On chapter two.

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

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

I got a reply.

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

With a single. Damn. Comment.

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

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

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

jc’s villain origin story suddenly makes so much sense now

ARTIST MAURICE SAPIRO USA, 1932)moonglow

Diário #1

Eu sei... eu só... é tão difícil

Eu entendo. Não é fácil para mim também.

Não é?

Não. Desde cedo tive que aprender qual era meu lugar no mundo. E quando me recusei a obedecer, fui punido.

Como?

Isso agora não importa. Tudo o que você precisa saber é que não importa o que você tenha passado ou feito, sempre vou estar aqui para te escutar.