Hey If You're The Type Of Writer That's Like Me Where You Tend To Write Specific Scenes First That Vaguely

How to write smut ?

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writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally.

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

some adjectives to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he shuddered when her body moved against his

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more

he arched his back, his breath quivering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.

+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.

sources to refer to for more: (will be updated soon!)

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back to my roots : (

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Thank you so much! You described everything perfectly! I rarely see Luke being in any spotlight and even Clarisse. As for Percy... he seems so apathetic to me, you know? Most of the time I feel the need to fill that space with something more interesting 🤣🤣🤣😉😉 I am soooo happy to receive your comment. I know people like what I write, but it's another thing to get that feedback, something more real, you know? It makes all the difference. Thanks really, I feel like I'm not writing for the walls^^ Makes me want to write even more.

See ya!

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

Oii, como vai? Esse era para ser um capítulo curto, ai resolvi fazer algo especial mais para o final. Espero que vocês gostem! Vejam as notas finais para mais informações.^^

Capítulos anteriores: CAPÍTULO I / CAPÍTULO II / CAPÍTULO III / CAPÍTULO IV / CAPÍTULO V / CAPÍTULO VI

— Presta atenção! — Percy gritou e passou a bola para Chris Rodriguez, um garoto alto de feições hispânicas. Um amigo ótimo, mas que agora estava lhe dando nos nervos. 

Tudo bem, não era culpa de Chris. Percy queria terminar logo aquele treino e encontrar Nico que o esperava nas arquibancadas. Era demais pedir que o tempo passasse mais rápido? Ele gritou de novo, agora vendo Charles Beckendorf se distrair com a namorada líder de torcida.

Porra, será que dava para alguém fazer alguma coisa certa!?

— Cara, pega leve! — Grover veio correndo até ele quando o treinador encerrou o treino antes do normal. — Seu garoto não está cuidando de você?

Grover estava certo, Nico tinha cuidado muito bem dele. Percy até tinha relaxado depois do ato, mas então ele sentiu aquela raiva subir para a cabeça observando aquelas pessoas cobiçarem o que era dele. Quando Nico era solitário e indefeso ninguém fez nada, preferindo o isolar, mas agora que Nico cresceu e ficou alto com aqueles ombros largos e intensos olhos negros, levando seu violão pelos cantos, praticamente sendo impossível não se encantar quando ele cantava, pensando que ninguém o via, isso o tirava do sério. Trazia seu pior lado para fora.

Ele admitia que estava enlouquecendo, devagar e constante, brigando com quem tentasse se aproximar. Esse devia ser o único motivo para ele querer que as pessoas ficassem longe de Nico. Quer dizer, não era muito diferente do que acontecia antes. Não que ele tentasse esconder, Percy afastava as pessoas de propósito e sabia disso. Nico também sabia disso. Até o zelador sabia. Ele queria se sentir mal por agir dessa forma, impulsivo e… tão errado. Pensou que esse Percy tinha ficado no passado e que ele tinha morrido com a partida de Nico, se achando tão adulto agora que não agia dessa forma. Isso é, até Nico voltar e mostrar para ele que ainda era o mesmo menininho inseguro e ciumento.

— Per-cy! Terra para Percy. Tem alguém em casa? — Grover disse e balançou a mão em frente a seu rosto, vendo que agora um grupo de garotos se formava ao redor deles.

Era normal, afinal ele era o capitão e eles costumavam ter conversas sobre possíveis mudanças na estratégia de jogo. Hoje não era um desses dias, hoje ele não tinha prestado atenção em nada, em passes de bola, a posição dos jogadores na quadra ou quantas cestas foram feitas.

— Desculpa, gente. Vocês estão dispensados.

— Jackson, qual é? Fala logo. — Luke disse, caminhando despreocupado até ele.

Percy respirou fundo e tentou se concentrar.

— Falar o quê?

— Você não vai pirar de novo, vai? — Outra pessoa falou, embora todos soassem iguais para ele.

— Quem concorda no sub-capitão tomar conta do time? — É claro que Luke falou isso já que ele era o sub-capitão.

— Façam o que vocês quiserem.

Nada importava mais do que Nico. Calmamente, ele tirou a faixa de capitão do braço e jogou para quem estivesse mais perto, dando as costas para eles.

— Quero ver quanto tempo vocês duram.

— Percy, volta aqui! Eu estava brincando! Desde quando você escuta o que eu digo?

Mas ele não voltou, continuou marchando para a saída, lembrando de pegar suas coisas perto do vestiário e só parou quando encontrou Nico na parte de baixo da arquibancada, alheio ao que acontecia à sua volta. Ele estava sentado na grama, com as costas apoiadas no pé da estrutura da arquibancada, dedilhando o violão e murmurando algo baixo na voz mais aveludada e doce que ele já tinha ouvido. Nico parou de tocar e então se virou em direção ao caderno em frente a ele para anotar algo, tudo isso enquanto as pessoas ao redor o observavam com admiração.

Sabe, ninguém costumava assistir aos treinos além das líderes de torcida, mas ali no sol do fim de tarde e com os pássaros cantando, Nico nunca esteve tão belo; cabeça abaixada e postura relaxada, lhe dando a impressão que cada vez mais a plateia se multiplicaria se isso continuasse acontecendo. Então… então aquela raiva voltou com tudo e foi tão de repente que ele parou antes que Nico pudesse notar sua presença, não queria que Nico visse essa parte sua. Ele inspirou fundo por longos momentos e só quando teve certeza que conseguiria se controlar, se aproximou o resto do caminho, parando na frente de Nico.

— Você está pronto? — Perguntou a Nico.

— Hmhm. — Nico acenou, levantando a mão do violão e se espreguiçando. — Você não tem que fazer nada? Ainda são três horas da tarde.

— Não, hoje sou todo seu.

Foi quando Nico levantou a cabeça, o olhou entre os cílios e sorriu para ele, todo meigo e tímido, o levando de volta para tempos mais simples.

— Vamos? — Ele quase esqueceu das pessoas ao redor, murmurando mais distantes deles. Bastou Nico acenar novamente enquanto guardava suas coisas para enfim segurar em suas mãos que elas desapareceram de vista, insignificantes, feito insetos barulhentos.

Ele pegou a mochila de Nico, o ajudando, enquanto Nico levava o violão na mão que não estava ocupada pela sua.

— Música nova?

— O grupo de prática de banda vai se apresentar no baile.

— Vai, é? — Percy até já podia imaginar quanto fãs Nico conseguiria nessa noite.

— Por que você não me disse que ia ter um? Eu nunca fui.

— Eu não estava planejando ir. — Não desde que Nico tinha voltado, mas agora que ele mencionou o baile… — Você quer ir comigo?

— Senhor Jackson! Você está me chamando para sair? É um encontro?

— Só se você quiser.

Percy não conseguiu se conter, Nico estava rindo e fazendo piadas com tanta alegria que isso esquentava seu coração a ponto que ele teve que parar no meio do caminho e beijar Nico até que ambos estivessem sem ar; em seus lábios, maçãs do rosto, mandíbula e pescoço. Ele só parou quando Nico riu tanto que lagrimas saíram de seus lindos olhos negros.

— Então, está marcado. É um encontro.

— Seu bobo. — Nico suspirou, o encarando bem de pertinho, e outro impulso o tomou. Percy secou as lágrimas de risadas que ainda caiam e o beijou mais uma vez, apenas para expressar o quando ele o amava.

— Estou falando sério. Até vou usar um terno. O que você acha?

— Eu acho que você vai ficar muito bonito.

— Eu pensei que eu já era. — Nico sorriu de novo e Percy nem tentou se controlar dessa vez, ele abraçou Nico pela cintura e o beijou como na noite passada, como se ninguém estivesse vendo, e só parou quando Nico gemeu, agudo no fundo da garganta, e o afastou, o empurrando sem força pelo peito.

— Per. — Nico choramingou, piscando devagar, quase gemendo de frustração, mas tão suave que ele sentia vontade de encostá-lo contra a parede e resolver o problema deles bem ali. Isso iria mostrar a quem Nico pertencia.

O quê? Não! Ele não era essa pessoa. Ele não…

— Per? — Ele sentiu dedos macios contra seu rosto e piscou, tentando tirar esses pensamentos da cabeça. Nico parecia preocupado com um leve vinco entre as sobrancelhas. — Tudo bem?

— Claro, tudo bem.

Nico tinha razão em ter fugido dele. No fim, o perigo não estava nas outras pessoas e sim nele, um garotinho doente e possessivo.

— Você quer comer alguma coisa? Está ficando tarde.

Percy apenas acenou, sendo puxado por Nico em direção a seu carro. Ele sentia a preocupação emanar de Nico, era a forma que ele falava todo baixinho e cuidadoso, os toques afetuosos em seu braço ou ombro como se tentasse consolar um garotinho que tinha caído e machucado a perna. E mesmo sabendo de tudo isso, Percy ainda não se sentia culpado. Entendia perfeitamente o que estava fazendo, e ainda assim, deixou que Nico o consolasse, absorvendo a atenção que Nico lhe dava feito uma esponja no deserto.

No fim, eles acabaram voltando àquele mesmo restaurante que Nico tanto tinha gostado, pedindo outra garrafa de vinho e toda a macarronada que Nico foi capaz de comer. Ele sabia que devia pelo menos avisar a mãe que a esse ponto deveria estar preocupada sua ausência, mas Percy logo se esqueceu disso. Contente, observou Nico comer com vontade e beber mais da metade da garrafa de vinho como se fosse água, bem menos bêbado que na vez anterior. Percy não se importava, porque, na realidade, estava exatamente onde queria estar, com Nico sorrindo para ele e prestando atenção somente nele.

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Imediatamente, Nico soube que algo estava errado. Ou melhor, que eles estavam caindo nos mesmos vícios de antes. Para falar a verdade, era difícil se preocupar com essas coisas. Era muito, principalmente quando Percy estava tão perto e cheirava tão bem, aqueles braços fortes em volta dele e os beijos que o faziam estremecer. Mas ele precisava… precisava… 

— Lindo. — Percy murmurou contra seus lábios, o puxando para perto até que não restasse nenhuma distância entre seus corpos. Eles ainda estavam no restaurante e essa não era uma atitude adequada para se ter em um lugar público.

— Per. Para com isso.

— Hm? Eu não-- eu sinto muito.

— A gente precisa conversar.

Isso fez Percy parar. Nico viu Percy respirar fundo e o encarar todo sério. Isso era pior ainda, a expressão no rosto de Percy o fazia querer abrir as pernas e obedecer tudo o que Percy mandasse, e ele sabia exatamente o que Percy pediria se eles se deixassem levar.

— A gente não precisa conversar. — Percy falou quando ele não disse nada.

— Não precisa?

— Eu sei de tudo. É o meu comportamento.

— Se você sabe… 

— Não consigo me controlar.

Hm… isso era uma evolução. Ele acenou e sorriu, orgulhoso de Percy.

— Sei que não é certo.

— E o que mais?

— Vou tentar melhorar.

Nico deixou o ar sair e relaxou contra o assento do restaurante.

— Olha, eu não me importo de verdade.

— Não? — Agora Percy parecia sinceramente confuso.

— Eu sei quem você é e porque faz essas coisas. Talvez eu tenha certa culpa… 

— Então, qual o problema?

— Isso afeta sua relação com as pessoas. Você é capitão e vai ser orador da turma. Não quero que isso… que nosso relacionamento destrua o que você lutou para conquistar.

— Nico. — Foi quando ele viu Percy arregalar os olhos e o encarar com um olhar perdido.

— Você sabe que eu não fui embora por causa de você, não sabe?

— Eu pensei que… 

— Per, você não é o problema, nem mesmo sua mania de nos isolar dos outros me incomoda.

— Eu sou horrível.

— Eu também sou. Eu… eu te incentivei. Quando alguém mostrava interesse em você, eu… não me orgulho do que fiz.

— O que você fez? — E onde ele achava que veria julgamento, Percy mostrou a ele a pura curiosidade.

— Você lembra da Rachel e dos irmãos Stroll? Não quero falar disso. O problema aqui é que eu… eu não queria sexo e não sabia como dizer isso pra você, então, eu… eu fugi e agora… tudo está pior!

— Não diga isso. Eu prometo que--

— Não, você não entende! Eu senti sua falta todos os dias. Nunca mais quero passar por isso. Eu… eu… você nunca mais vai se livrar de mim! Está me ouvindo! Nunca mais! — Para provar seu ponto, ele puxou Percy pela jaqueta e o beijou, praticamente batendo seus dentes.

— Bebê.

— Não, não é isso. Quero dizer que agora você não tem razão para me deixar estragar as coisas.

— Nico. — Percy falou aquilo tão baixinho e suavemente que ele teve que parar por um momento. — Você é a melhor coisa na minha vida. Eu te amo, é minha culpa você pensar dessa forma.

— Não é sua culpa. E eu… eu também te amo.

Pronto, Nico tinha dito o que precisava. Por algum motivo sentia um aperto no coração, uma pressão no peito que só o toque de Percy aliviava. Ele mal conseguia pensar racionalmente, porque nada daquilo era racional. Não essa possessividade que ambos sentiam ou essa necessidade de estar perto um do outro. Não podia ser saudável. Ou normal. Como as outras pessoas podiam viver sem se sentir tão amadas e desejadas como ele sentia ao olhar para Percy?

— Está tudo bem. — Percy disse, esfuziante em seu sorrir. — Você pertence a mim e eu pertenço a você. Pode não ser comum, mas porque resistir a isso?

— Está tudo bem mesmo?

— Está, eu prometo. Vou fazer de tudo para que dessa vez as coisas deem certo. Você confia em mim?

— Eu confio. — Como ele podia não confiar quando seu corpo e alma se elevavam com o simples toque de dedos contra sua nuca e lábios molhados contra os seus?

— Você não precisa se preocupar, está tudo sobre controle.

Ele acreditou. 

Com um suspiro aliviado, Nico se deixou ser abraçado e consolado. Confiaria que Percy cuidasse de tudo, exatamente como sempre tinha sido.

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Cena Bônus: Achei que esse capítulo ficou pequeno, então decidi trazer uma cena do passado. Um presente curto para vocês.

— Obrigado por vir. — Percy Jackson abriu a porta e deu passagem para ela entrar. 

Clarisse estranhou imediatamente, eles não eram os melhores amigos e nunca seriam. Ela não sabia explicar, Percy costuma ter uma aura de quem pisaria em qualquer um para ter o que queria… ou melhor dizendo, Percy era um das pessoas mais intimidadoras que ela já tinha conhecido. Clarisse sabia que Percy usava sua altura e força para se destacar, mas era algo mais do que isso. Sinceramente? Nunca pensou que fosse ser convidada para participar das festas dos populares, e muito menos pelo garotinho magro e nerd que sentava todas as aulas ao lado do capitão psicopata de basquete. O que mais a constrangia era como da noite para o dia a atitude de Percy tinha mudado, de valentão para polidamente educado.

Era por isso que nesse momento Clarisse estava parada em frente a porta de Percy Jackson, hesitando em dar o próximo passo. Nunca se sabia o que poderia ter dentro da casa de um psicopata. Mas, enfim, quando parecia que nenhum dos se renderia, Percy estendeu a mão. Entretanto, ele só pegou a travessa com os sanduíches e salgadinhos de suas mãos quando ela ofereceu a ele primeiro.

— Isso é muita coisa. — Ele disse, obviamente fazendo força para parecer simpático.

— Não foi nada. — Não foi mesmo, eles tinham encomendado no dia anterior. Talvez sua mãe tenha exagerado.

A verdade é que ela não sabia ao certo o que levar. Tudo o que Nico tinha dito era para ela trazer alguma coisa e aparecer até o meio-dia. Geralmente ela ficaria bem longe daquele tipo de gente, mas Annabeth tinha pedido para ela espionar, por isso estava ali, tentando ser civilizada com a pessoa mais selvagem que ela já tinha conhecido.

— Entre. — Foi tudo o que ele disse antes de dar as costas e seguir pelo longo corredor para dentro da casa.

Ela o seguiu, se surpreendendo pelo tamanho da sala de estar. Ali havia uma grande mesa de buffet onde Percy tinha colocado os salgados, sofás longos e confortáveis, puffs, um telão de cinema e tanta comida que ela achava ser impossível de comer, sem contar os móveis de bom gosto, decoração em tons pastéis e uma maravilhosa vista para um jardim bem cuidado e uma piscina olímpica.

— Se sinta à vontade. — Sem esperar, Percy desapareceu subindo as escadas e entrou em outro corredor.

— Ele é assim mesmo. Você se acostuma.

Distraída, Clarisse deu um pulo e olhou em direção ao sofá. Era Grover! Finalmente alguém decente nesse lugar.

— O que está acontecendo aqui? Cadê as pessoas dessa festa. 

— Festa? É mais uma noite do pijama.

— Noite do pijama?

— Percy e Nico não gostam de confusão.

— Hm? — Ela não estava entendendo nada.

— A gente se reúne pra comer alguma coisa e assistir um filme. Às vezes pra jogar alguma coisa.

— É isso que vocês gente rica fazem?

— Não, mas Percy e Nico gostam assim.

— “Percy e Nico”? Eles são uma entidade por acaso? Um ser único?

Isso fez Grover gargalhar. Sentando no sofá, o garoto segurou a barriga e jogou a cabeça para trás.

— Você está mais certa do que pensa! Gostei de você, acho que vai se encaixar muito bem com a gente.

— A gente? Quem exatamente? Não estou vendo ninguém.

— Gente, temos companhia! — Grover colocou a mão em volta da boca e gritou, criando um eco pela sala. Miraculosamente, pessoas começaram a vir de todas as direções, escadas abaixo, e de cada corredor ou porta fechada.

— Clarisse, é bom te ver. Como vai a esgrima? 

Silena foi a primeira a se aproximar. Ela tinha sido sua parceira por anos antes de ter que se focar nos estudos e nas líderes de torcida. Beckendorf estava atrás dela, todo sério e quieto. Quem Clarisse não esperava encontrar era Luke e Thalia, Leo também. Não que fosse surpresa, todos eram populares de seu próprio jeito. Ela só não entendia porque Annabeth não estava entre eles; ela parecia alguém que se encaixaria perfeitamente.

— O que te traz ao nosso humilde cafofo? — Luke perguntou todo charmoso, desfilando até se sentar a seu lado. — Nunca pensei que te viria aqui.

— Nico me convidou, então, eu vim. — Ela deu de ombros. Talvez ela só estivesse curiosa para saber como aquela gente vivia.

— Não se preocupe, logo perde a graça. Você vai ver.

Como se anunciando a deixa, Percy e Nico desceram as escadas, de mãos dadas e falando algo em um tom tão baixo que seria impossível escutar daquela distância. Entretanto, assim que Nico viu sua presença, ele veio até ela e a abraçou, dizendo: — Fico feliz que você tenha vindo. Está com fome?

— Talvez, depois.

— Certo. — Nico sorriu para ela, segurando em suas mãos rapidamente e se levantou indo em direção a Percy que tinha observado tudo de braços cruzados e com a expressão mais ameaçadora que ela já tinha visto. Isso é, tudo isso aconteceu antes de Nico se voltar para Percy, pois no instante seguinte, Percy sorriu, mostrando dentes brancos e covinhas bonitas, com tanto amor no olhar e oferecendo apenas bondade e felicidade para Nico, que Clarisse pensou que Percy fosse duas pessoas diferentes.

Ela estava ali há cinco minutos e achava ser suicídio social tentar fazer qualquer coisa que atrapalhasse o que estava acontecendo entre os garotos. E a cada momento que passava, se surpreendia mais. Viu em câmera lenta Percy receber Nico entre seus braços e o apertar bem forte para em seguida beijar a testa de Nico, enquanto Nico apenas sorria contente, praticamente engolido pelo corpo de Percy. Ela nunca tinha visto um gesto tão fraternal se tornar tão sexual e possessivo em meros segundos.

— Isso é normal? Nico precisa de ajuda? — Ela cochichou para Grover e Luke que estavam a seu lado.

— Você acha que ele precisa?

Era uma boa pergunta. Quase desaparecendo atrás de Percy, viu Nico arrastar Percy para o meio da sala e se sentar entre os puffs, em frente a uma mesinha de centro. Logo alguém trouxe alguns pratos de comida para perto deles e todos começaram a comer, mesmo que os pratos estivessem mais próximos de Nico. Isso é, quase todos começaram a comer, Percy apenas observou o desenrolar dos fatos, parecendo fiscalizar o que acontecia ao redor dele com um olhar satisfeito vendo Nico comer com entusiasmo.

— Quer mais? — Percy perguntou a Nico. E sem esperar a resposta, voltou com uma bandeja cheia de mini-pizzas. — O seu favorito.

— Obrigado, Per. — Nico sorriu docemente e sua voz soou ainda mais amorosa, destilando mel, açúcar e tudo de bom no mundo.

— Acho que vou vomitar.

Clarisse concordava com Luke, meio hipnotizada vendo aquela cena doméstica. Felizmente ela foi quebrada quando Percy olhou para eles com um sorriso de canto para lá de cínico, dizendo: 

— O banheiro fica na segunda porta à direita. — Entretanto, Percy logo disse, se lembrando de ser um anfitrião: — Porque vocês não pegam um prato. Não quero ter que jogar comida fora.

E já que ele dizia de forma tão amável, por que não?

Clarisse foi a primeira a se levantar e ir até a mesa do buffet. Ela começou com um pedaço de bolo de limão e um copo de suco de maçã. Se sentou ao lado de Nico e dessa vez, não parecia que Percy iria a fuzilar com o olhar. Percy sinceramente parecia contente em se sentar colado a Nico e vê-lo comer com um olhar enamorado. 

Até o fim da noite, assistindo o segundo filme e vendo Nico dormir sobre o ombro de Percy na maior demonstração de amor que ela já tinha visto, Clarisse chegou a uma clara conclusão. Tinha pena de Annabeth e de qualquer um que tentasse ficar no caminho de Percy Jackson e seu doce companheiro que de inocente tinha apenas o sorriso.

***

— Por que tanta comida? — Era a grande questão da noite. 

Clarisse percebeu que assim que um prato se esvaziava, outro substituía seu lugar, um mais gostoso do que o outro. Tudo o que ela sabia é que não aguentava mais, e que não conseguia parar de comer.

— A família do Percy tem um restaurante.

— Eu sei disso. Todo mundo sabe.

— Nos considere um grupo de testadores. — Nico disse a ela, comendo um doce que Clarisse não sabia o que era. — Se a gente gosta, entra no cardápio. Se não, em revisão.

— A questão é. Quem fez tudo isso?

— Eu e Sally. — Nico deu de ombros e sorriu quando viu a reação de Clarisse.

— Você sabe cozinhar?

— Desde pequeno.

— Você não é rico? — Quando Nico olhou para ela, todo confuso, Clarisse completou: — Quer dizer, você não tem empregados para isso?

— Cozinho quando estou nervoso ou ansioso.

— Sério?

— Pra gente, comida é um gesto de amor.

Mas Nico não falava isso olhando para ela, não, Nico tinha as mãos no colo e seu rosto estava corado, observando Percy conversar com um grupo de garotos perto da varanda enquanto eles continuavam perto da mesinha de centro.

 — Um gesto de amor?

— Sei que Percy parece grosseiro às vezes. É só que ele tem dificuldade em confiar nas pessoas.

— E você?

— Eu confio nele.

— Claro.

— Sabe… a gente cuida dos nossos amigos…

— O que isso quer dizer?

Nico sorriu de novo para ela, seus olhos negros brilhando, enquanto ele mordia mais um pedaço do doce. Logo Clarisse entendeu o que acontecia, Percy vinha caminhando em direção a eles, todo orgulhoso de si mesmo. Num primeiro momento Clarisse não tinha entendido nada, e só percebeu a armadilha quando um garoto menor apareceu atrás de Percy. Era Chris, o garoto que ela tinha visto pelos corredores e nunca tinha tido a coragem de falar com ele.

Era até engraçado. Percy puxou Chris para a frente e deu um empurrão no garoto até que ele estivesse em sua frente, o rosto corado de vergonha.

— Clarisse, quero te apresentar Chris Rodriguez.

— A gente já se viu por aí.

— Isso é ótimo, não? — Percy piscou para ela e guiou Nico pelo braço tão rapidamente para longe que quando viu, ela e Chris estavam sozinhos. E já que eles estavam ali… por que não? Ela sorriu para Chris, pensando que no fundo Percy Jackson não era tão ruim assim.

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E então, o que acharam? Sei que as ultimas cenas deviam ser curtas, mas eu não consigo me controlar. Também não queria fazer flashbacks, entretanto eles são tão interessantes que vou fazer mais alguns. Eles vão ficar meio bagunçados, nada que atrapalhe na compreensão da história, mas com toda certeza vou ter que revisar a ordem deles dentro dos capítulos.

Espero que tenha sido uma boa leitura. Sugestões e comentários construtivos são sempre bem-vindos!

Ah, esqueci de avisar, espero que cenas +18 não estejam muito estranhas e que talvez a contagem de palavras passe as 50 mil palavras, vou tentar me controlar, mas vocês me conhecem. Me desejem sorte.

Também fica defino o cronograma de postagem. Uma vez por semana nas quartas-feiras.

Obrigada por ler!

THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME - PERCY/NICO AU HIGH SCHOOL - CHAPTER IX - Parte II

Hello, how are you? I noticed that there was a part missing from the previous chapter. I've already put it in the full chapter, but it will also be here for those who have read the chapter before. It's a flashback to when Percy and Nico first met.

Happy reading!

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

Extra  - Getting to know each other

Another scene from the past, when Percy and Nico first met.

Percy looked around, making sure no one was following him, and left the empty classroom. Ever since his family's restaurant had become five"star, the stalking had begun. People who had never spoken to him now wanted to be his friend, his best friends started treating him like royalty. No matter where he went, everyone knew his name, trying to get a reservation on behalf of other adults. He had learned very quickly how to avoid these people who were now almost everyone he knew. And you know what was worse? These people weren't interested in his mother's food, they were interested in who frequented the restaurant. It was so unfair! Even to go to the bathroom the crowds followed him without giving him a minute's peace. Tyson was so lucky! He’d already finished high school and was about to graduate from college. Percy had no choice but to deal with the gossip and greedy, self"centered people.

Looking once again at the empty corridor, he put his cell phone back in his pocket and went into the bathroom.

Ah, finally. Silence. Just him and the urinal. He unzipped his pants and...he heard a moan. Right next to him. Percy turned his face and there were three boys in a circle. He saw that one of them was unzipping his pants and the others were already without them.

Well, that was none of his business.

"No, please. I… I…"

"You what? Are you going to tell your little sister? Your Dad?"

"Please!"

Percy sighed and walked towards them. His mother hadn't raised him to watch someone being abused.

He stopped behind them, in front of the mirror, and saw what was happening. A boy with the softest, most feminine features he had ever seen was trying to cover his face and was cowering against the wall, he was so small that reacting against those boys would have been stupid. The problem was that he was so distracted by the boy's beauty that Percy ended up missing when one of the boys grabbed his own member and pointed it towards the boy on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Percy finally said. The boys were startled and jumped away, covering themselves as best as they could.

"We... hey, aren't you that rich kid?"

Just what he needed.

"I said, what are you doing?"

"It's not what it seems."

"Oh, is not? How do you explain that?"

The three boys and Percy looked at the little boy on the ground, who was hiding his face and crying pitifully.

"You know what? I don't want to know. If I catch you doing it again…"

"You have no proof!"

"Are you sure?"

The boys looked at each other and after a few moments, ran off. And Percy Finally could do what he needed to do and leave.

That is, if the little boy hadn't lifted his face and looked at him with those deep black eyes, swollen and shining from crying. Slightly curly black waves of hair and the most beautiful red lips he had ever seen. Percy admitted that he had frozen, enjoying the sight. He, who had never been interested in anyone in his eleven years of life, found himself enchanted. And even when the little boy bit his lips and looked at him, still lying on the bathroom floor, Percy couldn't stop staring.

"You didn't have to." The little boy mumbled, shrinking further against the wall near the sink.

"I... was the right thing to do." That was the truth, it was the right thing to do, but what wasn't right was to admire the beautiful little boy, especially in a situation like that. He felt like a monster. "What's your name?"

"Nico. Niccolas."

Hmm... Italian. They say it's the language of love.

"Percy Jackson."

"Oh." Nico said, looking him up and down, his high cheeks getting hotter. "You're not going to do what those boys wanted to do... are you?”

"What they wanted to do?”

Nico looked down and Percy followed his gaze.

Oh, actually, his zipper was still open, but now there was a certain... volume there.

"I'm nothing like those boys.”

"Aren't you?" Nico still looked doubtful, even though he himself had a bulge in his pants. A much smaller one that Percy seemed to be analyzing more closely than he should.

"I'm not." Percy turned around, trying to convince himself, and walked to the urinal again.

He pulled down his underwear and tried to concentrate. No one had warned him that it would be so difficult to relieve himself with an erection on the way. Percy took a deep breath, relaxing, and finally succeeded. When he returned to the sink, intending to wash his hand, he saw that the little boy was still on the floor, watching him get close.

Nico had been watching him... go to the bathroom? Since the area was wide open, it was impossible not to see.

"Do you need help?" He said as he washed his hands, staring at their reflections in the mirror. Nico looked scared and embarrassed, while he himself was serious and almost absent, showing no emotion.

"No! I mean, I'm fine. Thank you very much.”

"All right, then.”

Percy dried his hand and turned towards the exit. He had offered to help, hadn't he? From then on, it wasn't his responsibility what happened to Nico.

***

Percy had never realized how big that school was. Two indoor and two outdoor courts, fifty classrooms, ten laboratories. Swimming pools, jogging trails and even a forest with a variety of plantations. It was a good place for anyone looking for a well-rounded education, but also for anyone looking for a place to hide. Luckily, Percy had found just the perfect place; deserted and quiet, right in front of one of the open courts. Best of all, the view from the stands was very limited, preventing people from finding him easily.

He walked calmly through the school corridors and arrived at his favorite spot, determined to make a few baskets on the court and eat something quick before the next class. Percy intended to join the team and didn't want it to be out of sheer favoritism. That is, he was just about to enter the court when he saw a black head of hair on the far side of the bleachers. Now, he needed to know who it was, and only then would Percy know if it was still a safe place or not.

Percy hurried over and saw that it was the same little boy as last time. He had a cut in his lip and the right side of his face was purple. Percy had the impulse to ask who had done this to him, but remembered it was none of his business. Especially since Nico seemed to be fine, apart from his bruised face, and seeing that Nico was eating a small feast. Percy could see at least four different kinds of dishes, all arranged in little bowls, the sight warming his heart for some reason. It must have been the way Nico cowered, trying to hide from him, but he still stared at him, smiling.

Percy watched Nico pick up one of the lunchboxes and, as shyly as possible, offer it to him, saying: "Do you want some?”

Percy found himself walking the rest of the distance to Nico, abandoning his backpack and basketball at the foot of the bleachers, and sat down in front of Nico.

"I brought it too. My mother is a cook.”

"Ah." Nico muttered and shrugged, picking up his fork. "I always make a lot. See?”

Nico then opened the other two lunchboxes and showed them to him. Vegetable pie with cheese. Meatballs. Calabrian bread. Cake, too.

"Do you? And your mother?”

"I don't have one. She's dead.”

That's when Percy realized what he was doing. Like a weirdo, he watched Nico eat as if it were the most wonderful thing in the world while the boy ate alone, having to make his own food.

"Your father? You must have one, right?”

Nico denied it and stuffed another piece of pie into his mouth, ignoring all the other dishes. "Dad's always traveling.”

"So...?”

"I learned from Mama before she died. Her food was the best!" But Nico said it so happily that Percy felt better.

"Who looks after you?”

"I have a nanny. My sister, too! She's the best sister in the world." Nico continued eating happily and Percy felt something in his eyes. What was going on? This boy couldn't be so naive, could he? So... happy? How old was he? Nine? Ten? He must be younger than himself.

"You really don't want to? I did it all by myself!”

"Everything? Did you even reach the stove?”

"Yes, I did! The nanny just turned on the stove. I have a ladder near the table and…”

"Yeah?”

"You're very mean. I don't want to talk to you anymore!”

Percy couldn't stand it, he put his hand around his belly and laughed. It had been a long time since he had seen something so cute and funny. Nico's chubby cheeks inflating like a balloon, his arms crossed, his lips in an even cuter pout.

"How old are you, eh?”

"I’m eleven! What's the problem?”

"You're so short and small. Who's feeding you?”

And again, Percy couldn't take it. Laughing at his own joke, he let himself fall backwards onto the bleachers, laughing and laughing until his breath died away and then came back, a happy smile remaining on his lips long after his crisis had passed.

"Are you okay?” Nico asked in a small, soft voice, making his heart melt.

Percy opened his eyes to see that Nico had approached where he was laing, sitting on his knees, all worried, his black eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

"So…" Percy said, trying to stop smiling. "We're in the same year. Why haven't I see you around?

"I saw you.” Nico said and lowered his eyes to his lap. "It's hard not to when people only talk about you.”

"What they say?”

"You get the best grades. You're the best at sports. You have the best girlfriend. That sort of thing.”

"Who is that girlfriend?”

"I think… Annabeth Chase? I'm not sure. I arrived a few weeks ago.”

"That's good to know.”

"Know what?”

"That I have a girlfriend.”

"You… don't know?" Nico tilted his head like a confused puppy and that got another laugh out of him. This time, Nico laughed along. He seemed to be holding back his laughter, but when Percy didn't stop, Nico found himself with no escape, joining in.

"You're funny.” Nico told him.

"No, you are.”

And like third-graders, which they both were, they laughed again as they heard the bell ring. Percy hadn't even realized that half an hour had passed, which was more time than he usually spent with his old friends. And what that said about him, hm?

"We have to go." He heard Nico say.

They really did.

In a hurry, he helped Nico collect the lunch boxes and accompanied him to his next class, discovering that Nico was in fact in the same class as him. Was Percy so distracted by trying to hide that he couldn't see what was going on around him? Well, that would change from that moment on.

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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!

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So fucking funy! Can I just leave hickey?

@haiseiscute333 @gutsnoir @language-of-blueberries

ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

2023 Review

Oi, como vai? Eu não ia fazer isso, porque no começo do ano tenho preguiça até de abrir os olhos, mas lá vamos nós.

Pra falar a verdade, @haiseiscute333 me marcou em uma postagem, então resolvi fazer uma retrospectiva também. E só para avisar, vou precisar da sua ajuda, ok? Provavelmente no meio do ano para terminar de revisar a minha história. Eu também queria agradecer por tudo até aqui.

Sinceramente? Sinto que não fiz muito esse ano, mas eu não sei, a cada fim de ano é a mesma sensação, mesmo que eu tenha feito. O tempo passa tão rápido! Enfim, comecei esse blog no fim de 2022, porém, só comecei a escrever nele em junho de 2023. Também recomecei meu projeto de ajuda a escritores e tentei ficar a par do que estava acontecendo no fandom e falhei miseravelmente.

Foi um ano estranho e agradável ao mesmo tempo. Teve um momento que pensei em parar de escrever e que eu de fato tinha esquecido como criar um bom texto. Sempre esqueço que minha ansiedade sempre vai falar mais alto e autocritica mais ainda.

Bem, no total, foi um bom ano. Cheio de altos e baixos, porém com um história longa quase completa. Eu gostaria de agradecer também a algumas pessoas que estiveram comigo desde o início e que não me deixaram falar com as parades sozinha:

@haiseiscute333 @yonemurishiroku @perryjackpott @ch3353cake-29 @language-of-blueberries (Desculpa se eu esqueci de alguém 😁💕💕)

Até logo!

PS: No momento estou revisando a "Não há lugar como o lar" porque fiz besteira. Por enquanto está aqui no Spirit, a versão em inglês vou continuar do ponto onde parei assim que eu conseguir. Vejo vocês provavelmente no fim de janeiro ou no começo de fevereiro.

Hi, how are you? I wasn't going to do this, because at the beginning of the year I'm too lazy to even open my eyes, but here we go.

To tell you the truth, tagged me in a post, so I decided to do a retrospective too. And just to warn you, I'm going to need your help, okay? Probably in the middle of the year to finish revising my story. I also wanted to thank you for everything so far.

Honestly? I feel like I haven't done much this year, but I don't know, every end of the year it's the same feeling, even if I did. Time passes so quickly! Anyway, I started this blog at the end of 2022, but I only started writing on it in June 2023. I also restarted my project to help writers and tried to keep up to date with what was going on in fandom and failed miserably.

It was a strange and enjoyable year at the same time. There was a moment when I thought I'd stop writing and that I'd actually forgotten how to create a good text. I always forget that my anxiety will always speak louder and my self-criticism even more so.

All in all, it was a good year. Full of ups and downs, but with a long story almost complete. I'd also like to thank a few people who have been with me from the start and who didn't let me talk to the walls on my own:

@haiseiscute333 @yonemurishiroku @perryjackpott @ch3353cake-29 @language-of-blueberries (Sorry if I forgot anyone 😁💕💕)

See you later!

PS: I'm currently revising "There's no place like home" because I messed up. For now, the Portuguese version it's here on Spirit, the English version I'll pick up where I left off as soon as I can. I'll see you probably at the end of January or the beginning of February.