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Look at those details! SO FUCKING PERFECT. Seriously, one of the best Percico fanarts I've ever seen! And what would a perfect fanart be without a perfect backstory?

This fanart is inspired by a Tartarus scene, from the fanfic "Bonds", by the fabulous BobInTheComments! Seriously, read the works, the fanfics are fascinatingly precious.

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ShortStory #3 – Recém Casados (fingering+orgasm denial+chastity)

Oiiii, como vai? Calma que logo vem novos episódios na fics em andamento. Só que eu estava com vontade de escrever algo diferente, algo que eu ainda não me apeguei. E aqui está, 2 mil palavras. Não sei se é exatamente uma shortstory, mas espero que vocês gostem.

Nico acordou naquela manhã, lentamente. Primeiro foram os suaves raios de sol que escapavam pelas persianas, depois, ombros largos contra suas costas, braços que rodeavam seus quadris e então, sentiu dedos deslizarem entre suas pernas, gentis, ainda que a sensação deles deixasse um rastro áspero e quente em seu explorar, navegando brevemente por seu membro fortemente preso e enfim chegando a sua entrada, roçando suavemente, fazendo Nico estremecer apenas com o toque delicado ao redor da entrada levemente enrugada, seus músculos ainda relaxados da noite passada.

Nico respondeu imediatamente, e da única forma que ele poderia responder, do jeito que Percy havia lhe ensinado. Ele gemeu contra os travesseiros e permaneceu exatamente como estava, do jeito que Percy tinha o posicionado da cama; deitado de lado, encarando a parede do quarto, pernas ligeiramente afastadas, relaxado contra os lençóis. De fato, essa era uma das posições mais confortáveis para eles. Para Nico, era a falta de qualquer tipo de desconforto ou dor, para Percy, o acesso livre e desimpedido, não importava o que Percy tinha planejado para aquele momento.

Ele curvou as costas e agarrou o travesseiro, tentando respirar lentamente, sentindo os dedos de Percy finalmente aplicarem um pouco mais de pressão, ainda sem penetrá-lo, esfregando ao redor e deslizando um pouquinho para dentro para logo em seguida, voltar a se retirar com aqueles movimentos circulares ao redor, embora fosse a pressão certo e o ritmo perfeito, o enlouquecendo um pouco a mais a cada movimento.

Mas estava tudo bem, porque aquele era um momento especial, o primeiro dia do resto de suas vidas, o primeiro dia como casados. E depois de passar a noite inteira sem ter um orgasmo, na verdade, meses, Percy o mantendo preso durante o período de noivado inteiro, como uma prova de fidelidade que Percy havia pedido a ele. No começo Nico não tinha visto nenhum problema, eles tinham namorado durante três anos, dois meses sem gozar da forma que ele estava acostumado, não pareceu muito difícil. O que logo ele descobriu, ignificou não ter nenhum orgasmo.

Nico admitia que a relação deles tinham mudado completamente, mas se ele pudesse ser sincero, eles tinham apenas dado um passo a diante, como se estivessem testando a probabilidade do casamento deles realmente dar certo. Não foi uma surpresa exatamente, talvez no máximo fosse a consequência do que cedo ou tarde aconteceria. Ele sempre tinha sido mais... quieto e reservado, enquanto Percy gostava de tomar as rédeas da situação e fazer as coisas do jeito dele, se possível, Percy executaria tudo com as próprias mãos. Bem no fundo, foi o principal motivo que os uniu e os manteve juntos por tanto tempo; três anos de namoro e dois meses de noivado. Então, quando Percy pediu, Nico obedeceu, descobrindo que gozar... nem era tão importante assim. É claro que essa foi a porta de entrada para outras coisas aconteceram, coisas que ele nem mesmo hesitou em fazer, e só porque confiava em Percy, com toda sua alma, coração e corpo.

Ainda assim, Percy não precisava torturá-lo desse forma, de fato, ele não precisava o torturar por dois meses seguidos, implacável e impiedoso, e não importava o quanto Nico implorasse, só uma vez, só um orgasmo, a chave da gaiola permaneceu escondida ou ao redor do pescoço de Percy, zombando dele, mesmo que Percy compensasse por sempre estar por perto, pedindo a opinião dele em algo que no fim Percy daria a última palavra ou em seu toque que a cada dia se tornavam mais intensos e permanente, como se uma marca se tornasse mais visível e vibrante.

Nico jurava que estava tentando ser um bom garoto, exatamente como Percy gostava, o mais obediente e o mais paciente, ele jurava, mas... sentia algo em seu peito, algo que apertava sua garganta e o sufocava; ele queria esperar mais um pouco, tentava segurar essa sensação dentro de si, mas sentia que estava prestes a passar de limite, um limite que Nico não sabia que tinha e apenas se deu conta disso quando conheceu Percy em uma manhã de sábado em uma lanchonete gourmetizada e cara, vendo um homem alto e sorridente, flertando com a garçonete.

Ele não conseguiu conter o próximo gemido, um choramingo arfado que roubou seu ar quando, enfim, se sentindo ficar tenso, Percy massageou ao redor por mais alguns momentos e inseriu dois dedos dentro dele. Nico sentiu sua cabeça girar por momento e abriu mais as pernas, ele amava gozar enquanto estava sendo penetrado, e ele sentia aquela sensação de completude vir mais rápido do que nunca. Conforme os dedos de Percy se aprofundavam e se tornavam mais energéticos, mais Nico perdia o controle de seu corpo. Mas isso nunca tinha acontecido antes, como se ele fosse gozar mesmo com a gaiola, um pedaço de metal apertado e sufocante ao redor de seu membro que nem algo menos o permitia ficar ereto, algo que até alguns meses atras Nico pensava sem impossível. Mas, então, Percy parou de mover os dedos, o puxando para mais perto ainda, enquanto Nico se preparava para finalmente explodir, dizendo:

“Pensei que você estava muito cansado para continuar.”

“Sinto muito, eu..." Nico não sabia o que fazer. Geralmente Percy não fazia perguntas que exigissem que ele realmente respondesse. O pior é que Percy nem ao menos soava maldoso ou impiedoso, como as vezes ele fazia; era um tom quase curioso, exploratório, como Percy soubesse de algo que ele não sabia e queria que Nico descobrisse o que era por si mesmo.

"Eu..." Nico não sabia qual era a resposta certa. Geralmente, ele saberia. Nem mesmo uma pista Percy estava dando a ele. Às vezes, Nico se sentia mal com isso, culpado por algum motivo, era estranho sentir que sua opinião não tinha importância e que seu único dever era satisfazer os desejos de seu dono. Ele nem sabia por que estava pensando nisso agora, as coisas sempre tinham sido assim, ainda que nenhum deles tenha expressado em palavras, ambos estavam confortáveis e o relacionamento dele funcionou dessa forma desde o princípio. Então, porque, justamente quando ele já tinha se casado, esses pensamentos o assombravam?

Quando Nico não respondeu, Percy agarrou seus cabelos e o fez encará-lo com um puxão que trouxe estrelas a seus olhos, fazendo sua mente ficar em branco por alguns momentos e seus esses pensamentos desaparecerem rapidamente.

"Eu fiz uma pergunta." Percy murmurou ao pé de seu ouvido, rouco e no controle.

Por longos momento tudo o que Nico foi capaz de fazer foi fechar os olhos e choramingar, confuso.

"Não é tão difícil assim. Eu perguntei se você merece e não se você quer."

"Não, senhor. Eu não mereço!"

"Hmm, isso mesmo. Você não merece."

Percy voltou a mover os dedos dentro dele, e isso parecia ainda pior, de alguma forma Nico se sentia ficar ainda mais sensível aos toques de Percy, sentindo aqueles dedos voltarem a abri-los ainda mais devagar do que antes, girando e dedilhando ao redor, uma de suas mãos o segurando pela cintura, a respiração calma e contida de Percy contra seu ouvido.

"Sei que você quer gozar, bebê. Assim é melhor. Você vai se acostumar em mais alguns dias. Se precisar, é só me dizer que vou fazer tudo ficar melhor. Não é mais gostoso assim, hm?

Percy estava certo. Ele nunca havia sentido tanto prazer como nesses últimos dois meses, e de fato, ele sentia tanto prazer que achava que iria explodir com a necessidade de gozar e de permitir que esse prazer escorresse para fora dele.

Nico ainda podia se lembrar da primeira vez que gozou com Percy, tinha sido perfeito, uma sensação que pareceu vir do fundo seu corpo e emergir através de sua espinha, longo e intenso, que a deixou satisfeito como nada antes foi capaz de fazer. Mas, agora, era o contrário, era algo que permanecia na superfície de sua pele e que não o deixava pensar em nada que não fosse em Percy, em seu toque e sua voz, em quando ele finalmente seria permitido sentir essa sensação novamente.

"Shh, não chore. Eu prometo que vai melhorar."

Ele não estava chorando!

"Shhh, tudo bem. Viu?"

Nico sabia o que estava por vir e mesmo assim gemeu, soluçando como se sua mãe tivesse morrido uma segunda vez. Percy substituiu seus dedos por seu membro, roçando a cabeçona contra sua entrando, o penetrando na primeira tentativa. Ele... ele realmente amava sentir Percy o preencher assim, sem aviso ou permissão, o fazendo tomar cada centímetro até que não fosse possível ir mais fundo.

"Pronto. Meu bebê é tão obediente. Só mais um pouquinho, sim?"

"Hm?" Ele achava que tinha gemido de novo, parecido com um ronronar, algo que fez Percy rir bem ao pé de sua orelha, por algum motivo o constrangendo, fazendo a familiar sensação de humilhação subir por sua coluna e se alojar em seu cérebro, feito um verme.

"Assim, perfeito, bebê. Só mais um pouco."

Percy segurou em uma de suas pernas e enfiou uma das suas entre as coxas de Nico, mudando a posição, permitindo uma penetração mais profunda.

"Você está pronto?"

Pronto para o quê?, Nico queria ter perguntado. Isso é, ele teria se Percy tivesse lhe dado tempo.

No começo Nico não entendeu o que estava acontecendo, nada parecia fora do normal. Percy começou a se mover, acertando aquele lugarzinho que sempre o fazia estremecer, mas algo parecia... parecia diferente. Percy largou de suas pernas e suas mãos deslizaram por suas coxas, subindo e indo em direção a seu abdômen, massageando suavemente, fazendo Nico entender que Percy estava tocando o próprio membro que estava dentro dele Nico, fazendo o volume ali ficar mais evidente. Entretanto, o que realmente o surpreendeu foi ver que a outra mão de Percy subia e subia, passando por seus mamilos e parando em seu pescoço, seus dedos o segurando firme ali.

Por um momento, Percy parou de se mover e Nico sentir que tinha parado de respirar, e quando ele não fez mais nada do que arfar, ainda sentindo os dedos de Percy ao redor de seu pescoço, Percy voltou a se mover. Foi ao gostoso a princípio, Percy parecendo tentar alcançar sua próstata a cada movimento e a mão ao redor de seu pescoço o confortando de alguma forma distorcida, mas, então, alguma coisa mudou e ele estava gemendo como nunca tinha gemido antes; ele tinha trocado de lugar com uma boneca de panos que tinha apenas um dever, gemer e ser obediente. A mão ao redor de seu pescoço se apertou, só um pouquinho, o membro dentro pareceu ir mais fundo e acerta—lo com mais força, arrancando soluços arfados dele.

“Assim, só mais um pouquinho, bebê.” Percy sussurrou em seu ouvido, de novo e de novo, o barulho de seus corpos se encontrando insistentemente. A cada palavra e cada movimento certeiro, Nico sentia sua mente se esvaziando, sentia os dedos de Percy tirando seu ar, até que só restasse o som da voz de Percy contra seu ouvido e a sensação do eterno prazer que o transformava nessa boneca de panos sem vida ou vontades próprias.

“Olha pra isso, bebê.”

Percy segurou em seus cabelos e direcionou sua cabeça na direção certa. Nico olhava para o próprio colo, para seu membro preso pela gaiola que agora estava estufada, e no furo central, ele podia ver o que Percy também via. Ele estava gozando, ou algo que chegava perto disso, a cada movimento dos quadris de Percy, um líquido transbordava de seu membro em jatos fracos entre longos intervalos de segundos. Nico sentia... sentia sua alma abandonando seu corpo a cada um desses jatos, nada que lembrasse um orgasmo, porém, semelhante aos meses preso dentro da gaiola, só que agora intenso e doloroso, algo que o fez perder o resto da sanidade que ainda lhe restava.

“Porra, bebê. Estou tão orgulhoso. Porra!”

Nico não entendia exatamente o que estava acontecendo, apenas que ele teve que chegar os olhos se sentindo esvaziar mais um pouco, enquanto Percy o apertava mais em seus braços, enfim suspirando e parando de seu mover, ainda inserido dentro de Nico.

“Eu te amo, bebê.”

“Te amo mais.” Nico respondeu, porque era a única coisa que ele não tinha dúvida alguma.

E então, gostaram? Tudo isso para evitar de escrever as outras histórias porque não quero me despedir da "Não há lugar como o lar". De qualquer forma, me diverti e eu até poderia fazer uma continuação, mas é melhor me limitar as minhas WIPS. Até logo!

Ok! "Sweet Enough to Eat"

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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!

Matilda (1996) dir. Danny DeVito

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

I mainly ship Percico. But yes, I love Luke and Percy. Mostly because I saw the movie first. Than read the books. And just Luke and Percy as a ship is so angsty. And I love angst. And yes Luke would take one look at baby Percy from the show and want to adopt/kidnap them. They really look like Luke and Percy's kids

TV show Luke looks like a son of Poseidon!

Hypnotize you to write something in regard of this AU just please 🥺🥺🥺

This is getting so good. They really do look like a family. The implication that the older (S!Luke) takes after Percy and the younger (S!Percy. Damn we gotta come up with a better nickname or st bc this is getting confusing) takes after Luke in terms of appearance is just jadhsakjda 🥺🥺

The hilarious part would be when Luke sees Charlie, a split image of Percy, immediately adores him, until the kid opens his mouth and they start butting heads. Whereas on the other side of the room, Percy is peacefully talking with his show version all heart-felt and gentle. 🥺

Everyone: DO NOT EVEN- Xie Lian: BUT?!!!

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