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SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Masterpost

Hi, how are you? As I promised, I'm here with a new story. I mean, it's not new, but I've never posted it here. However, I already have some chapters posted elsewhere, on Tapas and Patreon in portuguese, in their original versions. They're going to be short chapters, but I still wanted to share them with you, especially in case plagiarism shows up. (Someone came along with a sad story trying to use my story and my words, you know? So I'll bring other stories here too, for documentation purposes)

We have a portuguese verson too. Right here.

This story started because I wanted to tackle something different, something very cliché, something quick that turned out to be longer and more in-depth than I wanted (I was trying to overcome the blockage of another story). Sometimes the life story of the characters speaks louder, and so the story was born. A father who's trying his best and a boy who's scraping together money to get into a top college.

As always, the characters are very OOC, quite out of character with the canon, although I've tried to keep their essence. So, consider the story more of an original than a fanfic. I decided to focus on character and world building that sounded realistic. I thought about how Percy would act and what his personality would be if he was raised in a strict and demanding way, among incredibly wealthy people and educated to be the CEO of one of the most important companies in one of the most important metropolises in the world. Nico, on the other hand, comes from a humble background, his father being involved with political figures in a small town just a few hours from the big city, raised to conform to whatever his father decided was right, but wanting more of life than to marry whoever his father told him, more than to conform to a small town life.

Basically, that's the premise of this story. Now, how these two people meet is the mystery that will soon turn into something more than pure attraction. So far I have two narrative arcs ready, the story currently at 95,000 words. There is no sex in the first 40,000 words, although there is some innuendo that sounded more interesting to me than the sex itself.

The first chapter is slightly slow, but I promise that from the second onwards things will get more interesting. The chapters are short because the monetization platform requires the chapters to be short, so I strutured the chapters this way. So every three parts would be what I usually put in a chapter. If you could read it and give me some honest feedback, I'd appreciate it. I'm thinking of deleting the entire first chapter, so your opinion might help me decide that.

Now, on to the official information:

I have two covers for this story, although I usually use the second one.

Synopsis: Okay, he told himself. Nothing personal. Sure. No big deal, just another job where Nico would stay for a few months, make some money and move on to the next job until he had enough for college. He took a few steps towards the door and climbed the few steps, these made of white and gray marble. Soon after, he rang the doorbell before his nerves got the better of him. Impatient and overcome by anxiety, Nico rang the doorbell again, pressing the button harder than he intended at the exact moment the door opened, revealing a tall man, almost seven feet tall, with messy black hair and intense green eyes that stared at him with disinterest. Okay, nothing personal.

Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father

This is a story about a student who, in order to have money for college, becomes a babysitter, meets the children's father and develops feelings/lust for him. From then on, fantasies begin to emerge and everything becomes complicated between them.

Summary: Nico, a twenty-year-old boy, works to pay for college when he is fired from his current job. In search of another, he meets Percy Jackson, a businessman and university professor, the father of the children he will be taking care of for the next few months. From then on, Nico becomes more involved with the Jackson family than he expected.

Fandom Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan

Ship Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson past Will Solace/Nico di Angelo

Personagens Percy Jackson Nico di Angelo Annabeth Chase Jason Grace Hazel Levesque Will Solace Hades Alice Jackson Logan Jackson

Tags Friendship Love Anguish Alternative universe Nico!Babysitter Percy!Teacher Original characters D/s elements Age difference

The first chapter will be out in a few minutes.

Writing a Believable Family: Information You Need

So today I thought I’d help out myself and anyone else who’s writing something where family plays a central role, seeing as a lot of people write about families but I barely see any posts about it!

Families are really fun to read about (imo), but often hard to write, as each family has a different dynamic that you really need to get a hold of. It’s easy to get discouraged because sometimes your fictional family might feel like strangers when they interact with each other. So without further ado, here are some questions and prompts to help you get to know your characters’ families.

Questions

Who is in this family? Are they all important characters?

How big of a role does this family play in the story? The theme of family in general?

Who looks the most like who? What general physical features do they all share?

Who is closest with each other? Who feels more distant?

What is a tradition this family has?

What holidays does this family celebrate? What religion do they practice?

What does this family always fight about?

Are all the relationships in this family healthy? If not, what makes them toxic?

Who is in charge or seems to have the most authority?

Is there a social hierarchy within the family? Who generally seems the coolest to the others?

Does this family travel a lot together? Where do they go?

What was/were the older generation(s) like before the younger generation(s) were born?

Has anyone in this family died? How did this impact the others?

Do members of the family have different politics? How does this affect the family’s relationship?

How much do your characters value their family?

What movies does this family watch on movie nights? What movies do they refuse to watch together?

What role does extended family play in this family’s life? (Ignore if the family you’re writing about is an extended family.)

Who argues the most?

What personality traits does the family share?

What makes this family unique?

What did/does the younger generation do for fun as little kids?

If this family had a vacation home, where would it be?

Who looks up to who?

Prompts

Write a conversation at the family’s dinner table.

What was the most disastrous family reunion/outing? Write it.

Try making a character web (shown in this post) for the family.

How does the rest of the family behave when one member graduates?

Write the script for everyone’s favorite old home video.

Draw a family tree. See how many generations you can go back.

Write each family member’s favorite family memory.

Describe how a family road would trip play out.

This family becomes the family fighting in Walmart. Describe how this happened.

The family is known for their top-notch annual ________ party. Write one such party.

Have a character from the family give your reader a “tour” of the family home.

Who got drunk at the last reunion? What ensued?

A character from the family is going through their favorite family photos. What are they? Why do they like them? What is the story behind them?

Imagine that this family has one huge family scandal in its history. What was it? How did people react when they found out?

A character has been hiding a secret for years, and their family finds out.

SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V

Hey. Here are the chapters, three in one go! I got too lazy to do them one at a time, I hate these monetization book platforms that force me to chop up the chapters. I think I'll give up on them, they annoy me to no end. Anyway, I think the next chapters are going to be much longer.

I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter III

"It's not your fault. Come in.”

Mr. Jackson made room for Nico to enter and closed the door, then walked into the house, guiding him through the entrance chamber.

Nico tried to move through the room at the man's speed, but he had to stop for a moment. The first thing he saw was white in its purest tone, seeing that as he walked and his eyes roamed the hall, the white mixed with other lighter and more neutral tones. The walls were white too and the furniture was had an equally light color, pale snow, which contrasted with the beautiful paintings in which he would never be able to recognize their real value even if he were paid to do it, decorating those walls interspersed with large windows that went all the way to the floor in strategic points; everything was so immaculate, so clean and bright that he was afraid to take a step forward and get something dirty.

He blinked, looking around and wondering what else he would find in that place. So, with the greatest care possible, Nico stepped on the very white carpet that stretched across the entire entrance and walked as fast as he could trying to reach Mr. Jackson who was already waiting for him at the entrance to the living room.

And like everything else, the floor of that house was also made of a white granite that shone almost blindingly. Had he mentioned the large spiral staircase that led to the upper floor? It was beautiful, something out of a fairy tale. Nico could very well imagine a princess descending those bright, polished steps. He heard a cough and finally looked away from the staircase, seeing that there were two doors on the right and one on the left, and the room that he thought was a small living room opened up wider to the right, well lit by the large windows that were also there, showing the well-kept garden, more white walls, cream sofas, a coffee table and a big tv mounted on the wall.

Like an idiot, he kept walking while looking around and accidentally tripped over the end of the carpet, stopping at the beginning of the living room. Mr. Jackson, on the other hand, had walked confidently down the long hallway, waiting for him, looking more impatient with each passing minute now standing in the middle of the room.

"Come in. Please." Mr. Jackson told him as seriously as before.

For some reason Nico couldn't explain, he felt conflicted, though... though he knew it was a different kind of conflict. It was a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, as if... it might sound ridiculous, but he felt like he'd walked into a trap where if he stepped wrong he'd be devoured. He admitted it, he was attracted to a specific type of man. Tall, strong, and... determined.

Well, he didn't know if "decided" was the right word, but Nico liked to believe that. He didn't know, maybe it was all that skin on show, the way the half-naked man was standing in the middle of the room as if he had nothing to hide, the way Mr. Jackson seemed to use his height to demand... demand something from him. It was also the way those eyes that shone intensely seemed to stalk him, restrained, attentive, trying to communicate something that Nico refused to understand.

It could also be that giant, deserted place that gave him this feeling of being suffocated, as if he were tiny and the white vastness was going to swallow him in that house that seemed to be the perfect prison made of gold. Or even worse, it could be something unprecedented, something that Nico would refuse until the end out of pure moral sense; he hated this feeling that climbed up his spine and made him even more confused, because it wasn't fair, he had been irritated with the man less than ten minutes ago! And now, well... Nico couldn't hide it, it was something that came to him naturally; this sexuality that he tried to bury as much as he could and that was obvious if Nico could compare, was the similarity in the posture of this man who stared at him from head to toe so intensely that it made him uncomfortable and at the same time eager.

But everything was fine, Nico could admit that to himself. The only reason he hesitated so much was the memory of what had happened yesterday, it was exactly because he knew people like this man, authoritative and confident, as if it was obvious that others lived to fulfill his desires, that he had lost his job. Nico didn't want the same thing to happen so soon. Or for something worse to happen.

Ah, why didn't he listen to his intuition and leave when he could? I mean... no one was forcing him to be there, right? Mr. Jackson had just held the door, letting him pass and walked into the house. Maybe with his head held a little high? Maybe standing up straighter than before as if... as if he were puffing out his chest? And just maybe... just maybe he could see a sinister glint in those eyes that for some reason Nico couldn't look away from ... No, it must have been the anxiety that liked to play tricks on him.

Nico took a deep breath and did his best to convince himself, he was only making this sacrifice for the money.

He took another deep breath and let it out, taking the first step into the room. Then he took another step and stopped in front of Mr. Jackson, who stared at him for a few more seconds, his face unreadable, arms crossed in front of his chest, standing in the middle of the room with his legs apart. It was hard to keep his eyes from following the natural direction of things.

"Follow me.”

Without waiting for Nico, Mr. Jackson strode towards the sofas in the living room and sat down heavily against one of the thousands of armchairs that decorated the room, forcing Nico to follow him.

"I won’t beat around the bush. My wife travels most of the time and I take care of the kids. I’m a researcher and I don’t have time to waste. They have a routine. You’re supposed to wake them up at seven sharp, get them changed, help me with breakfast, take them to school, pick them up, help them with their homework, keep them entertained until bedtime, and bathe them at the end of the day. The rest of the time, I don’t care what you do. Whether you stay here or somewhere else is none of my business.”

"Hmm… okay?" Nico said, a little confused, irritation rising again in his nerves. "Will you be present at some point? Or should I do something else?”

"And what would that be?”

The man finally smiled at Nico, but it was so mocking and cynical that he almost got up from his chair to punch him.

"Look, I don't know what you do in other people's houses, but here you're going to do what you were hired to do. Take care of the children and clean up the mess they make. Is two hundred a day enough?”

"Two hundred?" Nico said, surprised. That was double what he expected.

"Two hundred plus transportation and lunch. You are free to eat or do whatever you want.”

Mr. Jackson gave Nico another small smile and slowly stretched as he stood up, Nico watching every movement more closely than necessary, still slightly confused and refusing to blush. The worst part was knowing that he was so obvious, unable to avoid the embarrassment.

"Don't worry. It happens to everyone. "Mr. Jackson winked at Nico and finally walked away, but not before saying: "Up the stairs, I'm in the first room on the right. The children should be woken up in twenty minutes.

Nico waved dazedly and watched the broad-shouldered silhouette of his newest boss disappear up the stairs.

Chapter IV

Nico turned on the couch, leaning back against it and placed his hand over his eyes. He blinked slowly and felt the early morning light blind him, like an arrow hitting its target. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the sun was already shining brightly throughout the room, bathing the cold, white walls with the warm rays of dawn, illuminating and warming the place that had previously seemed so devoid of life or warmth.

He blinked once more, trying to pry his eyelids apart and rubbed his eyes, his vision clearing as Nico got used to the morning light. He looked around and finally remembered where he was, leaning forward in search of his cell phone. He felt around the coffee table and his pants pockets until an image he hadn't expected to see became clear; all Nico could see were blue-green eyes, as intense as the sea on a rainy day, along with a thin nose and pretty lips, open in an even prettier smile, although he felt that this smile didn't indicate good news.

In a leap that made his heart race, Nico threw himself off the couch just as the alarm clock rang, telling him it was time to wake the children. Determined to regain control of the situation, he took a few steps back and put some distance between himself and the man who was leaning over the couch, insisting on disturbing him and who was now smiling at him, his pretty lips widening and the pleasure on his tanned face making it clear that the fun was far from over.

Still half asleep and with his face burning, feeling as if he were observing his own life through a blurred lens, Nico saw when Mr. Jackson straightened his spine and, still smiling, approached him. The man stopped in front of him, placed one of his hands on Nico's shoulders and looked at him in what seemed to be a friendly way. However, this time, Nico could see that Mr. Jackson had deigned to wear clothes and had even combed his hair, which was now thrown back, allowing him to see how handsome the man really was. With a clean-cut face, white teeth and a smirk, he looked so charming that for a moment Nico forgot where he was.

If Nico said that something had possessed him and controlled his mind, would anyone believe him? Well, that's what happened. In slow motion, he found himself raising his own hand and holding the fingers that rested on his shoulders, staring at them, half-seeing and half-disbelieving. Fingers over fingers, his palm curved over his, observing how both hands, together and of such different tones, fit so well that for a moment Nico just allowed himself to watch. He heard a throat clearing and only then turned his attention to Mr. Jackson; his green eyes, handsome face and friendly smile finally making him realize that the silence had lasted longer than usual.

That was a fact he couldn't deny, Percy Jackson could be strangely annoying and nice at the same time, but he was one of the most beautiful people Nico had ever met, even though his face had a slightly rounded shape and he was now wearing glasses, not forgetting the sweetest smile he had ever seen.

"Rough night?”

"…something like that." Nico said, unsure. With each passing moment, Nico's confusion grew, making him… uncomfortable, making him feel that little sensation crawling out of his stomach, running down his spine, causing a trail of heat and shivers, something beyond what he was willing to admit.

The truth was that Nico couldn't help it, Mr. Jackson's voice sounded so hoarse and so velvety that he couldn't suppress another shiver, Nico couldn't help the way his hands gripped his tighter. In return, Percy Jackson didn't seem to be behind. The grip on his shoulder was so strong and determined that Nico's attention went immediately to what the man was saying, making him pay attention to his mouth, to how his lips moved, to his tongue that came out and wet his slightly dry lips, Nico little by little feeling himself going crazy with every second he spent near that man; one moment, Mr. Jackson seemed like he was going to kick him out of the house and the next, they were the best of friends. Nico didn't feel comfortable with any of this, bothered by the man's sudden change. It made him insecure and uncertain of how to act.

Realizing what was happening, Nico let go of him and took another step back.

"Sir, if you could--”

"No, it's my fault. I didn't express myself properly." Mr. Jackson raised his other hand and when he saw Nico moving away again, he lowered it and continued in a much softer tone of voice, keeping his intense eyes on Nico's. "Can we start over?”

Nico felt a different kind of heat rise up his spine, he opened his mouth to call him a bipolar lunatic when he stopped in the middle of what he was going to say. Yes, Nico shut up. He shut up because Mr. Jackson kept looking at him as if Nico was the only thing worthy of attention, he shut up mainly because Mr. Jackson smiled again, a small and beautiful smile, but so sincere that it had hit him completely and with full force, making him realize that he was in more trouble than he thought.

You know what? Nico didn't know what was happening to himself or to this man, or why this sudden change in behavior. And he didn't even want to know. Should Nico leave or…

"I swear, I'm being sincere. I'm sorry about before. The last nanny she got didn't leave the best impression, you know?”

“She?”

"Annabeth Chase, my wife? The one who hired you? It doesn't matter, she did it on purpose.”

"I understand if you--”

“No, I insist,” Percy Jackson said, sounding more… firm than before. “Let’s see what happens by the end of the day. Think of it as an experiment, okay?”

And so, the matter was concluded. Mr. Jackson nodded to Nico, straightened his spine and turned, indicating the way. He strode in the direction indicated and climbed the flights of stairs, walking down a long hallway that led to the children's room.

Still a little dizzy from so many mood swings, Nico had no choice but to follow him, practically running to catch up with him. He took the stairs two at a time and, already panting, reached Mr. Jackson on the upper floor.

"I thought… that you… wouldn't be involved?”

"I wasn't serious. I'll be there whenever I can. So relax. I'm not that kind of father.”

For some reason, Nico felt that Mr. Jackson was still mocking him even though the mockery wasn't obvious. In the same way, he followed him once more into the room, being greeted by two children who were already awake. They ran to their father, laughing, and each of them held one of the man's legs, their happiness sincere and contagious, soon making him forget what had just happened.

Chapter V

Percy tried to hold back his laughter and turned his back on Nico, going up the stairs, deep down tempted to continue and see how far he could tease Nico. He liked to think he wasn't that sadistic. Most of the time he did his best to be a good father and stayed true to Annabeth's image. Like it or not, on paper, they were still married, even if Annabeth didn't make the same effort as him, and at the moment, Percy was especially trying to be a good host; it was clear that Nico was a good boy, patient and respectful when he didn't treat him the same way, but it was so easy to tease that little boy... before he knew it, they were too close, Percy having even more fun while trying to control himself and hide his amusement behind a frown.

Okay, he was the one to blame in this story, Percy admitted, he was testing the boy. Nico seemed too nice and too young to be working, it was like watching a child taking care of other children, besides the fact that he didn't know anything about the boy. It couldn't be possible, that cute and innocent little face couldn't be more than fifteen, maybe sixteen years old. He was so skinny that Percy was afraid that the children would accidentally break him in half when they went to play. And even though he knew he would regret it, Percy went up the rest of the stairs and opened the door, being greeted by his mischievous little angels who hugged him tightly before returning to their tasks.

"Daddy, Daddy! Where have you been? We 're late!" Little Logan shouted from his bed, putting on his shoes and already dressed. He was sweet, innocent and well-behaved, always trying to do the right thing. This also had to do with the fact that Logan hated being late.

"Kelly didn't come today?" Alice asked in a much calmer, almost distracted way, reading something on her cell phone while sprawled on the bed.

"She had to leave. Nico will stay with us today. What do you think about that?”

"Another one left?" Alice said.

“I didn’t like her at all,” Logan said. He smiled at his shoes, satisfied with a job well done, and shrugged. “She didn’t know how to play and was on the phone all day.”

"I know, dear. Hopefully, Mr. Nico will be different. Do you want to meet him?”

Obediently, the children stopped what they were doing and got up from the bed, each one stopping on either side of Percy and finally seeing the person standing behind their father. With their straight spines and curious looks, they waited patiently when Percy finally moved out of their way, allowing them to see him. And Nico, who had been leaning against the doorframe all this time and watching the interaction between him and the children, let a smile take over his face.

Percy saw Nico take a step into the room, approaching them, and continued watching from afar, as curious as they looked at Nico.

"Kids, what do we say when we meet new people?

"It's a pleasure to meet you! "Logan said excitedly, his eyes shining when they met Nico's.

"I hope you last longer than a month." It was Alice's turn to mutter. Soon after, she looked away at her cell phone and pretended nothing was happening.

Percy understood perfectly, it was Alice's way of protecting herself; she would ignore the problem until it went away or until someone solved it for her. Because, in fact, he had already lost count of how many people he had hired in the last few years.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Nico said, the tone of his voice surprising him.

Percy couldn't deny it, that tone was something much more loving and kind than Nico had used with him. This surprised him even more when, contrary to what he thought, Nico knelt down to the children's height and held their hands, smiling gently as he said: "I hope we can have fun.”

"Are you going to take me to school? The sitters always do that." Logan said.

"Are you going to help us with our homework?"Alice added.

"Yes, we will do that and much more.”

“Shouldn't you be in school? How old are you?" Alice said again, looking suspicious.

"I'm twenty. And you?”

"Eleven. My little brother is seven.”

"It's true! Daddy's twenty-nine. Mommy, thirty-one!" Logan spoke excitedly, as if in a game. Whoever spoke the fastest won.

"That's very good to know." Nico smiled and Percy couldn't help but smile along.

Percy ruffled Logan's hair and sat on the bed as he continued to watch the light and easy way Nico spoke to the children.

"Do you… study?" Alice asked.

"No, I'm saving money to pay for college.”

"Do you live in the city?" It was Logan's turn.

Percy saw Nico smile even wider, a smile so wide and angelic that he tried to hide his interest as Nico continued to answer the children without hesitation. “No, I live further inland, an hour away from the city. Yes, I have four brothers, two girls and two boys. And yes, I have a boyfriend.”

"Why so many questions?" Nico asked after a while.

"We're helping daddy!" Logan told him, sitting next to Nico on the floor with his sister.

"When we ask, people lie less." Alice nodded, confirming.

"Who has lied?”

"The last nanny. A woman of twenty-five.”

Percy felt like slapping himself and sneaking out of there just as Nico turned to him and raised an eyebrow, clearly questioning him about it. He shrugged, pretending he didn't know anything and settled back in bed, pretending with his cell phone in his hand as if he was reading something very important. Nico turned back to the children, once again paying attention to what they were saying, but... yeah... Percy could see a slight blush creeping up Nico's neck, stopping at his high cheekbones, giving Nico a slightly darker hue.

"I think that's enough for today. Who's ready to go to school?”

Surprisingly, it wasn't Percy who had said it. It had been Nico himself, already in full caretaker mode. It all felt so natural that Percy found himself following Nico's order. They both helped the children pick up their bags, books, and water bottles, each of them taking Nico's hands and pulling him toward the front door, down the stairs, and into the entrance hall.

Feeling satisfied, he handed the car keys to Nico and said, “Have fun!”

"Shouldn't you…?”

"You don't know how to drive?”

“It's not that!”

"So, it's settled. It's the black Jeep.”

Being dragged along by the kids, Nico made a funny face at Percy and he found himself following them again as the kids continued to drag Nico around the house. They went around the house, past the garden, and behind it where there was a long garden were the cars, a convertible that Percy had gotten for his eighteenth birthday and a Jeep, a four-door monster with wheels that he loved to drive, almost taller than himself.

Percy pointed out the car to Nico and, paying attention to Nico's face, felt even more satisfied. Nico stopped in place and spent a while admiring the car, his eyes wide open with such a surprised expression that it made him even cuter.

Nico shook his head and looked at him, looking overcome with fatigue.

"Come on, unlock the car." Nico did, of course. Nico pressed the button and as soon as the alarm was deactivated, Percy opened the door for him and then picked up the children, placing them in the backseat and adjusting the seat belts for them.

"Can you climb up?”

Nico waved, pushed himself forward, and fell face first into the driver's seat, all awkward. Percy had the urge to help him, but since Nico hadn't reacted well when he'd touched his shoulder earlier, Percy stopped before Nico could interpret it the wrong way.

Yeah, looks like he'd have to buy them another car. One that was... lower? That was a good idea.

Percy finally slammed the car door, waved to them and only went inside the house when Nico actually showed that he knew how to drive. Percy continued to watch the car drive away until Nico parallel park to complete the return towards the exit. It seemed that things would be more interesting than Percy thought.

I hope it was a good read. Suggestions or comments are always welcome.

For all you worldbuilders out there, I don't know if you know, but r/worldbuilding on Reddit made this Google Doc with a ton of resources they gathered. Thought that might help some of you.

a dream by the lake

happy 2025!!

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

Oii, como vai? Então... eu não ia postar hoje, mas me deu uma vontade de escrever tão grande e eu simplesmente não conseguia parar, foi o que saiu. Também aproveitei para escrever um pouco sobre o Hades para não escrever coisa pior no futuro. Me desculpem se a escrita estiver muito apressada, é o que acontece quando escrevo muita coisa de uma vez.

Espero que vocês gostem^^

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

Se Nico soubesse, ele nem teria levantado da cama naquela manhã. De fato, se tivesse o poder, teria voltado no tempo para o exato momento antes de brigar com Annabeth na festa e feito tudo diferente, continuaria a mentir para Percy, fingindo que estava tudo bem, mesmo que no fim do dia, era um problema a menos que ele teria que lidar. Sim, ele era o único culpado por tudo aquilo, por não contar o que acontecia com ele no momento certo e por não falar o suficiente no momento errado. No fim, Percy apenas estava fazendo o que ele tinha pedido, mas de um jeito que Nico não tinha previsto, tomando as rédeas da situação quando ele menos esperava. Um bom exemplo disso foi naquela manhã, uma segunda-feira como qualquer outra. Ou era o que ele pensava.

Nico não sabia como não tinha percebido essas coisas antes, o quanto a solidão tinha desaparecido com a presença de Percy e, em contrapartida, a reação que ele gerava nas pessoas. Nico tinha voltado há uma ou duas semanas, mas parecia que os cinco anos fora do país nunca tinham acontecido. As pessoas ainda olhavam para ele e o tratavam da mesma forma, o preconceito velado e mal escondido para quem quisesse ver. Era a cor de sua pele? A homofobia? Ou era o fato de Percy voltar a ignorar qualquer pessoa quando ele estava por perto? Era um peso que Nico não se lembrava de sentir antes. Não que ele pudesse evitar ou tivesse qualquer inclinação para fazê-lo, pois naquela manhã ele tinha acordado do jeito que sempre imaginou ser impossível, com beijos demorados e caricias que o faziam suspirar. Com abraços apertados que aqueciam sua alma e o fazia se sentir seguro. É claro que tudo isso entrou em pausa quando eles tiveram que sair da cama e ir para a escola e enfrentar o cruel mundo dos adolescentes. 

Ele mal percebeu o silêncio em volta deles até que Nico entrou com Percy na primeira aula do dia. Ele só entendeu o que acontecia quando viu Annabeth no fundo da sala, envolta de um grupo de pessoas. 

— Não liga para ela, sim? — Percy disse e levou a mão de Nico aos lábios. 

Então, tudo fez sentido. Eles estavam de mãos dadas, desfilando pela escola sem nenhuma preocupação. Nico apostava que Annabeth estava fazendo seu melhor para espalhar a nova fofoca; o jogador popular estava transando com o garoto recém-transferido, embora ele tivesse certeza que a maioria se lembrava dele.

Nico não teve muito mais tempo para pensar sobre o que as pessoas falavam dele. Percy o puxou para o outro lado da sala e se sentou com ele em uma das carteiras do canto, perfeitamente longe e protegido dos olhares curiosos. Ele queria poder dizer que não tinha conseguido se concentrar na aula, quando, na verdade, foi o contrário; os sussurros se tornaram som de fundo e quando ele menos viu, mais um dia escolar se encerrava, Nico se vendo na reflexão da janela do carro, observando a avenida cheia de árvores e lojas, o comércio agitado naquela hora do dia.

— Tudo bem? — Percy perguntou a seu lado, colocando uma das mãos sobre sua perna enquanto dirigia em direção à casa deles, quer dizer, em direção à casa dos Jackson.

— Acho que sim. A gente pode passar na minha casa? Eu queria pegar minhas malas.

— O que foi? Minhas roupas não são suficientes? 

Percy estava brincando, é claro. Ele não poderia continuar usando as camisas que ficavam escorregando de seus ombros ou suas antigas roupas, mesmo que elas estivessem muito bem conservadas.

— Per.

— Tudo bem. Eu faço tudo pelo meu bebê. — Percy mostrou a ele um enorme sorriso, como se ele tivesse contado a melhor piada do mundo e Nico decidiu ignorar. 

Cada vez que ele dizia não ser um bebê, alguma coisa acontecia mostrando o tanto que Percy estava certo. Ficando calado, Nico colocou suas mãos por cima da mão de Percy e as segurou, entrelaçando seus dedos.

— Estamos quase lá. Você quer que eu pegue ou você pega?

Era uma boa pergunta. Nico não queria encontrar Hades dentro da casa, porém fazia dias que não conversava com Bianca.

— Você entra comigo?

— É claro. Tudo o que você precisar.

Então, depois de alguns minutos, Percy estacionou o caro em frente a casa e ambos pararam na porta, o porteiro dando passagem para ele assim que o reconheceu. Nico nem tentou cumprimentar o homem, tudo o que ele queria era pegar suas coisas o mais rápido possível e falar com Bianca se ela estivesse em casa. Imagina sua surpresa ao ver o pai na sala de estar, sentando no sofá enquanto lia o jornal e tomava uma xícara de café.

— Nico, que surpresa. Pensei que você tinha esquecido onde é sua casa.

— Engraçado. — Nico rebateu. Ele nem se deu o trabalho de ver a reação do pai, e olhando para a frente, continuou seu caminho escadas acima. — Eu pensei que eu não tinha um pai.

— Garoto! Volte aqui! Nesse instante!

Claro, como se ele fosse obedecer um completo estranho. Nico continuou a andar calmamente, e mesmo ouvindo Percy trocar algumas palavras com Hades, isso não o abalou, era algo comum entre eles. Logo Percy estava a seu lado novamente, lhe oferecendo um sorriso e um ombro amigo. Sinceramente? Nico não se importava. Cada vez se importava menos. Ele já tinha uma família, e não era um homem irresponsável que o faria se sentir culpado por ignorar alguém que devia ser o primeiro a apoiá-lo. 

Sem fazer muita bagunça, Nico pegou suas malas, seus objetos pessoais e algumas caixas que haviam chegado somente agora da Itália, e deu uma volta no quarto, se certificando que tinha pegado tudo.

— É só isso? — Percy perguntou para ele, parecendo triste.

— O resto está em Verona. Eu não sabia quando tempo iria ficar por aqui.

— O que isso quer dizer?

Nico deu de ombros e verificou debaixo da cama.

— Pensei que você estaria namorando alguém. Se preparando casar, sabe? Pensei que eu voltaria para terminar o colégio e me desculpar. E depois… acho que voltar para a Itália para ajudar minha nona.

— Serio? Eu significo tão pouco? — Percy parecia magoado, mas essa não era a questão.

— Eu não esperava tudo isso.

Nico decidiu encarar Percy quando o silêncio se alongou mais do que o normal.

— Sempre esqueço o que eu fiz com você.

Não, Nico se negava a entrar nessa discussão mais uma vez. Ele se negava.

— Quer dizer… — Nico disse, tentando mudar de assunto. — Você sabia onde eu estava.

— Eu sabia. — Percy concordou. — Eu planejava ir atrás de você. Depois de me formar.

— Hm. — Nico murmurou sem saber o que dizer. Isso era algo bom, certo?

— Eu queria dar tempo para você… viver.

— Acho que não entendi.

— Não queria que você vivesse se perguntando o que poderia ter acontecido sem a minha sombra te rondando. Sei que isso é mais forte do que nós dois.

Quando Percy falava desse jeito, parecia que eles não tinham opção, como se fosse algo sem livre arbítrio. Talvez fosse. Porque se Percy tivesse aparecido em sua porta, ele teria largado tudo e teria dito sim para qualquer coisa que Percy sugerisse.

— Desculpa, eu não queria falar sobre isso de novo. Vamos, sim? — Percy disse e beijou seu rosto, tentando sorrir, antes de pegar as malas e uma das caixas, deixando para ele carregar os itens mais leves. 

Eles desceram as escadas e lá estava Hades bloqueando a passagem. Felizmente, Bianca também estava lá, ela pegou algumas coisas de sua mão e tentou sorrir para ele, exatamente como Percy tinha feito, tentando o consolar.

— Nico, precisamos conversar. — Hades disse, ainda bloqueando a porta de saída.

— Agora você quer conversar? O que você teria para me dizer?

— Precisamos conversar sobre o seu futuro.

— Futuro? Desde que seja longe de você, eu aceito.

— Eu sou seu pai. Você me deve respeito!

— Que respeito?

— Nico, por favor. — Bianca se meteu no meio deles e implorando com o olhar, continuou a falar: — Você poderia ouvir o que ele tem a dizer?

— Eu sinto muito. — Ele disse, não se sentindo nenhum pouco culpado. — Eu não quero saber dos planos dele para mim. É sua responsabilidade agora.

 — Sei que a gente errou com você e--

— Errou? — Nico balançou a cabeça, se negando a acreditar. — Eu te amo, Bia. De verdade. Mas não tenho nada a ver com a família Di Angelo. Ele é seu pai muito mais do que meu. Aproveite.

— Niccolas. Me obedeça nesse instante! — A voz de Hades retumbou pelo ambiente, profunda e rouca, feito um trovão. Talvez isso tivesse o aterrorizado alguns anos atrás, agora tudo o que ele sentia era uma profunda raiva.

— O que você vai fazer? Me bater? Esse não é seu jeito preferido de lidar com garotos desobedientes?

A cena a seguir se tornou um belo espetáculo aos olhos de Nico. Bianca ficou pálida feito uma folha em branco, Hades se enfureceu mais ainda, porém a reação mais interessante foi ver Percy congelar como a mais perfeita estatua grega. Seria essa mais uma camada de culpa para Percy “tentar não conversar com ele”?

— Está tudo bem. Vai em frente. — Nico disse quando ninguém mais se atreveu a dar um pio. — Vê se deixa pelo menos uma marca, assim fica mais fácil para entregar como prova para as autoridades. O que você acha disso?

— Você não teria coragem.

— Não? Então, tenta a sorte. — E ainda assim, quando Hades não se moveu para longe da porta, Nico foi forçado a continuar: — Você vai me forçar ou vai sair da frente?

— Seu--

— Nico, deixa comigo. Eu vou cuidar disso. — Percy disse a seu lado, o fazendo lembrar o que namorado ainda estava ali. Era estranho. Geralmente essas coisas aconteciam quando não havia testemunhas.

Era isso!

— Não precisa. Sei que Hades vai tomar a decisão certa, não vai? Principalmente com duas testemunhas presentes?

Nico, então, se virou para Hades e esperou. Hades podia ser irresponsável e violento, mas ele não era burro. 

Ainda fumegando de raiva, Hades saiu de frente da porta, mas não sem antes dizer:

— O que você vai fazer? Viver o resto da vida com o dinheiro dos outros? Mendigando por atenção?

— O que eu faço ou deixo de fazer não é da sua conta. Logo você não terá qualquer poder sobre mim ou sobre o que pertence a minha mãe. Diga adeus a sua fortuna, querido papai.

Assim, Nico deu as costas para Hades e saiu porta afora para nunca mais voltar. Ele faria Hades pagar por tudo o que ele fez e o faria devolver cada centavo que tinha sido tirado de sua mãe.

***

Nico se sentia sortudo. De verdade.

Eles colocaram suas coisas dentro do carro há tempo de Bianca dizer que iria telefonar para ele e Percy arrancar com o carro para longe daquela casa. Agora, por que ele se sentia sortudo? Bem, ele tinha sorte de Percy esperar até que eles chegassem em casa para abraçá-lo e tentar consolá-lo. O engraçado é que ele não precisa ser confortado. Dessa vez, tudo o que ele queria era bater em alguma vez para ver se assim a tensão saia de seus ombros. O que ele fez? Se deixou ser confortado mesmo assim. Deixou que Percy o abraçasse bem forte, que acariciasse seus cabelos daquela forma que fazia seus pelos se arrepiarem e deixou que Percy o beijasse longamente.

— Eu não sabia. Eu nunca-- por que você não me disse?

— Eu sabia que você faria alguma coisa idiota.

— Ele te batia! E eu… eu fiz o mesmo!

— Eu não diria isso. Hades nunca foi tão talentoso para me fez gozar.

— Nico!

— Desculpa! — Ele acabou rindo, sentindo parte da tensão deixar seu corpo. — Eu não queria ser mandado para longe por causa dele.

— Eu sinto muito. Você teve que passar por isso também e eu nunca desconfiei. Tudo faz sentido agora. Você não gostava de ir para a sua casa ou evitava Hades a todo custo.

— Eu não queria te preocupar.

— Não diga isso. Hades nunca mais te ver. Isso é uma promessa.

— O que você vai fazer?

— Você confia em mim?

Como ele não poderia quando Percy olhava para ele tão serio e com aqueles olhos verdes intensos?

— Eu confio. Você sabe disso.

— Vou tomar conta de você. E dessa vez, vou me certificar que essas pessoas paguem pelo o que elas fizeram.

E de novo, Nico pensou em contestar. Mas se Percy queria? Quem era ele para negar? Ele sabia que não devia gostar tanto de ser colocado num pedestal ou de ser protegido como se fosse de cristal. O problema real era que ele gostava, amava ver o senso de posse que emanava de Percy. Se quer era um problema quando ele permitia que acontecesse e até consentia com as ações de Percy? Então, cansado de hesitar, Nico apenas concordou, deixando que Percy continuasse com os beijos e abraços. A melhor parte foi quando Sally chegou do trabalho com Grover e Tyson. Ele se aninhou contra o peito de Percy e se permitiu apreciar o momento, vendo a reação da família Jackson. Bem, vendo a reação da sua família, porque eram eles quem haviam oferecido um lar para ele, os vendo ir de surpresos para furiosos em menos de dois minutos. Era algo que acalentava sua alma e afagava seu senso de vingança. Por que tentar lutar contra sua natureza quando ele podia ter tudo o que queria? No fim, Nico ouviu muitos “sinto muito” e “a gente vai cuidar de tudo”, finalizando com “você está seguro com a gente”.

Nico também sabia que eles não estavam dizendo aquilo apenas para confortá-lo, mas ver o rosto deles cheio de afeto e senso de justiça fazia algo dentro dele se acalmar, uma satisfação enorme borbulhando para fora dele em forma de um sorriso. Isso não devia ser muito comum, certo? Começar a rir quando eles mostravam tanta preocupação? A verdade é que Nico já se sentia vingado apenas pelo fato de alguém saber o tipo de pessoa que Hades Di Angelo realmente era.

— Obrigado. — Ele acabou dizendo quando a família o abraçou em conjunto, Sally quase chorando enquanto Grover e Tyson tinham uma expressão seria e neutra no rosto, o fazendo se lembrar quando Percy estava tentando se controlar para não destruir o que visse pelo caminho; Percy podia ser o integrante da família que mais mostrava suas emoções, mas por trás do rosto inocente e bondoso era Tyson quem agia primeiro.

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E então, o que vocês acharam? Está divertido escrever sobre o Nico e desvendar o se passa na cabeça dele. Eu só queria deixar claro que o Nico está onde está porque ele quer e não ser submisso demais. Eu não sei se essa semana ainda tem mais capítulos e não sei quando a tradução chega. Mas vocês sabem, quantos mais comentarios mais incentivo para eu escrever.

Obrigada pela presença!

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

Look who's back! Since I wasn't going to be able to post over the weekend, I decided to release the chapter today. I hope you like it!

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI / CHAPTER VII / CHAPTER VIII / CHAPTER IX / CHAPTER X / CHAPTER XI / CHAPTER XII

Previously:

''My baby is jealous, hm?’’

''I don't know what you're talking about. ''But the blush on Nico's face said what Percy needed to know.

''Why don't we talk somewhere quiet?'' But before leading Nico away from the crowd, Percy turned to Annabeth: "You weren't invited. Go away.”

''But, Percy! You promised!’’

''I didn't promise you anything.’’

''Your lying--’’

''I won't repeat it.’’

With that, he took Nico by the hand and led him into the house, leaving behind a curious crowd and a blonde foaming with rage. The worst thing was that instead of getting angry at the display of possessiveness, his chest felt warm again. He couldn't even judge Nico's behavior when he himself had done worse thinfs. In fact, Percy loved seeing Nico so affected and emotional, so different from the little boy who kept everything to himself and never showed his feelings. Percy felt relieved, like he didn't have to carry these feelings alone and that maybe, just maybe, Nico wanted him as much as Percy wanted Nico.

''Stop smiling.'' Nico murmured against his shoulder, still holding him by the waist. It was okay because Percy was holding him back, just as tight as Nico, guiding him back and up the stairs, into his room once again, both of them sitting on his bed.

''You want to talk?'' Percy tried. He loved knowing that Nico had acted that way because of him, the problem was that this wasn't Nico's usual behavior. And if there was something wrong, Percy wanted to fix it before it was too late.

Not that he really expected Nico to hide anything from him, but...

''It's nothing.'' Then, Nico lifted his head from his shoulder and stared at him with those big, black, watery eyes, and grabbed his shirt as if he was going to rip it out of the way. ''It's just... it's just that she keeps stalking me! Saying that you hook up with her and... and that you spent a lot of time together and that's why you were going to the dance with her!

''Nico. Baby.'' Maybe Percy was sounding a bit... authoritarian. Rude. Cold, even. Sometimes it was the only way to get Nico to listen to him, which worked perfectly.

Nico immediately stopped complaining and his face flushed an incredible shade of red. Percy loved these moments when he could see the old Nico resurface, all obedient and well-behaved, so shy that it made Percy want to lock the door and show how insignificant Annabeth truly was. Maybe he should, actions would always speak louder than words.

''What's the problem?'' Percy tried one more time.

''Is it true?”

''I hooked up with some boys. Luke is one of them. She only helped me with a few study sessions and in return I would go to the prom with her.’’

''That's it?'' Nico moved closer to him, kneeling on the bed and crawling to sit on his lap.

''I would never date her. After studying with her twice, I ended our sessions.’’

''Why?’’

''I didn't need it anymore.'' Percy shrugged, but that didn't seem to convince Nico even in his inebriated state.

''She tried to kiss you, didn't she?’’

''How do you know that?’

''She may have implied something like that…’’

So that was the problem.

''Darling, you don't have to worry. I'm going to marry you. Isn't that enough to prove how much I love you?’’

Nico looked at him for a long moment and bit his lips, looking anxious: "Just because you gave me a ring doesn't mean that a wedding is going to happen.’’

Gods! And Percy thinking he was the insecure one in the relationship.

''Do you want to set a date? How about the month after our graduation? The summer before college?’’

''I…'' Nico opened his eyes wide, seeming to wake up, and sat down better on Percy's lap, putting some distance between them. ''We didn't even had an engagement party! How could I arrange… arrange…

Now Nico looked like he was going to throw up. Or maybe run away of anxiety.

''Shhh... it's an idea I want you to think about. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. A party and a document saying we're a couple is just a detail. Do you understand me, Nico?’’

''Per!'' Nico squealed and threw himself at Percy, catching him off guard. Nico knocked them backwards onto the bed and Percy laughed, surprised and pleased, hearing Nico sniffle: "Why do you do this to me? I want to get married somewhere beautiful and outdoors! With lots of music and food. Then I want to travel all summer with you and take you to meet my Nona!

''That's great. But why are you crying?'' Percy smiled at Nico and put his hand to his slightly flushed face, now beginning to swell  because of the tears. ''Don't cry, okay?’’

''Then don't say those things to me! My heart can't take it.'' To show how sincere Nico was, he took Percy's hand and brought it to his chest. 

In fact, Nico's heart was racing, beating wildly against his hands. Maybe Percy should give one more reason for Nico's heart to continue beating so hard because of him. Then, watching Nico's rushed breathing, Percy slid his hand from Nico's chest to his abdomen, slowly and sensuously, down a little further and found Nico's pants. A few gentle touches were all it took and with a slight pressure, a small bulge formed there, Percy deciding that if they hurried no one would notice their delay.

''What-what are you doing?’’

''Showing how special my boy is to me.’’

''Percy!’’

It was already too late for Nico. Percy took Nico off his lap, put him on the bed, knelt on the fluffy carpet and pulled Nico to the edge of the bed. In a few moments, Percy unzipped Nico's jeans and pulled out his cock, all erect and wet at the head, a few fine hairs decorating his crotch. Percy liked that about Nico, he liked everything about him, from the small member to the discreet hairs, he loved that with the gentlest of touches Nico always got aroused, sometimes trying to hide it, sometimes slyly letting himself go. Today, they seemed to be in the middle ground, Nico touching his shoulders, looking like he was going to stop him just to moan and throw his head back when Percy stroked the base, feeling the soft skin, wrapping his hand around Nico's entire cock, massaging slowly until a real mess was done.

''Do you want to cum in my hand or in my mouth?'' Percy asked, intending to let Nico decide, only to have the pleasure of seeing the same e shyness emanate from Nico's features. ''If you don't tell me, I won't let you cum.’’

''Per-cy!’’

''Come on, just a word.’’

''No!’’

''Do you want me to stop?’’

''Percy!’’

''Please?’’

When Percy saw that this time he had lost, he gave up.

''This time, I'll decide. But next time, I'll torture you until you beg me.’’

Percy was a man of his word. Without warning, he grabbed Nico's legs, put them over his shoulders and grabbed Nico's hips, holding him in place. He'd like to say Nico had lasted, the problem was that they didn't have much time. A long lick, a kiss on the head and a few sucks were all it took for Nico to come, Nico's legs wrapped around his shoulder and long, slender fingers dug in, tugging at his hair. It was a wonderful sight for Percy. Under two minutes Nico had come and now the little boy was gasping at the ceiling, melted against the sheets. Percy could safely say, it had been a record even for him. But that was okay, they had the rest of the night and Sunday to enjoy themselfs.

***

After five minutes, Nico and Percy appeared at the party  hand in hand and both much calmer than before. Nico had a flushed face and a relaxed expression, while Percy had his hair slightly out of place and a big smile on his face. It was obvious what had happened to anyone with a lick of common sense, although it was something new for the small crowd at that dinner. Nico used to be an untouched angel, but it seemed that now he had become human like everyone else. 

Well, Percy didn't mind the gossip, which didn't mean he liked the way people looked at Nico. Would it be too bad if he took Nico and went somewhere else? Maybe…

''Percy, my boy!'' Percy heard a voice booming behind them and immediately knew who it was. The infamous Hades. Not for him, but it wasn't Percy who had to live with an absent father. Poseidon may have betrayed his mother, but the man was present at every stage of his life.

''Sir.'' Percy greeted.

''I see you've finally got your act together.’’

Hades approached and, with a big smile full of white teeth and eyes as black as Nico's, shook his hand energetically. When it was Nico's turn to be hugged, the boy took a step back, his previously happy features turning bitter faster than a rotten fruit falling to the ground.

''Hades.'' Nico said, and just to make sure, he took another step back, away from Hades and Percy. ''Who invited you?’’

''Sally. I came with Bianca. She must be here somewhere.’’

''Good.'' Without another word, Nico turned his back on them and walked into the crowd, disappearing from sight.

''I see things are going well?’’

''They are. Thanks.’’

''How is Nico?’’

''Very good. Better than before.’’

''That's good. Keep it up.’’

With that, Hades touched his shoulder, waved and as quickly as Nico, disappeared among the crowd. 

What could Percy say? The Di Angelo's were known for their brevity. They were always direct and said only what they needed to say. It might seem strange, Percy knew that. The fact was that he and Hades had a deal. Percy would tell him what was going on in Nico's life and Hades wouldn't meddle in their relationship. It worked well for everyone. There was a time when Percy thought that Hades would stop him and Nico from being friends, but then the next day Hades paid a visit to his house, spoke to his mother and apologized. They've had this agreement ever since. Nico knows this, of course, which doesn't make it any easier. Percy was always worried when father and son met, so it was his turn to get into the crowd, looking for Nico's black hair.

It didn't take long to find him. Nico was sitting at one of the empty tables; plates, bowls and cutlery were already arranged on the table for the dinner that would take place later. No one needed to be told what was going on. Percy came around the table and hugged Nico from behind, squeezing him tightly between his arms.

''I'm so sorry.'' He whispered so that only Nico could hear.

''Did he ask how I was?’’

''Yes.’’

''Ridiculous.’’

And it really was. Instead of Hades talking to his son, the man preferred to ask him, or anyone other than Nico himself.

''I'm sorry.'' That was all he could say. Then he put his face against Nico's neck and kissed him there, listening to Nico laugh, contracting all over.

''It tickles.’’

''Tickles, sure.’’

''You dork.’’

Nico turned in his arms and finally hugged him back, sighing and leaning his face against Percy’s shoulder.

''I don't know why I still care.’’

''He's your father.’’

''He didn't even had the courage to visit us at Nona's house! And then he shows up like this, like everything’s fine.’’

''I know.’’

''Do you know how long it's been since I've seen him? A whole year! I had to call him to let him know I was coming back. What kind of father does that?’’

''Shhh. He's not worth your worry.’’

''It's so frustrating!’’

''Nico.’’

''What?’’ 

''Would you like to dance with me?’’

''What'' This made Nico stop in the middle of another rant and raise his head, his eyes watering without shedding any tears.

''Let's dance.’’

Percy took Nico's hand and pulled him gently across the lawn until they reached the center of the garden, where a makeshift dance floor had been set up. Percy stopped in the center of the dance floor made of a kind of plastic flooring and approached Nico, putting one of his hands on Nico's waist and the other on his shoulder, while Nico just stood there in the middle of the other people dancing, his frozen reaction drawing even more attention than usual.

''Percy! They're looking at us!'' Nico muttered between his teeth, trying to hide against Percy's chest.

''Let them look. They must be jealous. Look at you, so beautiful and intelligent. How could they not admire something so pretty?’’

''Per-cy!’’

''Okay.'' Percy smiled at Nico and pulled him closer until not a inch remained between them. ''Look at me, okay? Just look at me.’’

The expression on Nico's face softened and only then did Nico relaxed, placing his hands on Percy's shoulders.

''Thank you.'' Nico murmured, looking at him through his eyelashes. ''I don't know what I'd do without you.’’

Percy wanted to crack a joke to see if it would ease the weight on Nico's heart, but when it came to family, there was no way to fix things. So, he decided to do what Percy did best: he grabbed Nico's neck and kissed him in the middle of the dance floor. The world stopped spinning and a silence fell inside his head, because Nico wrapped his arms around his neck and opened his mouth, allowing their lips to touch, without shame or any kind of embarrassment. That was when Percy finally knew that there was nothing to fear or hide. Even with all their problems, he now knew that Nico was finally his.

***

The party had been a great success. The plates had already been cleared away and the half-eaten bowls of desserts were scattered around the tables, although glasses of drinks were still being offered. Champagne, wine, whisky and beer, only the people who liked to drink or who were still dancing were present, with most of the guests saying goodbye to their families on the way out. Well, the fact was that it was getting late and they could finally leave the party without seeming rude.

He waved to Luke, Thalia, Clarisse and Cris who passed them, deciding it was their turn to go too.

''Baby.’’

''Hm?’’

''It's time to go to bed.’’

''Bed?’’

Percy held Nico by the waist so that he wouldn't fall and Nico settled into his lap, resting his head against Percy's shoulder. It was now or never, or it looked like they would spend the rest of the evening sitting around and drinking uncontrollably, which would end up making for a bigger spectacle than Percy was prepared to handle.

He kissed Nico's cheek and stood up, holding Nico's legs, while Nico leaned on his shoulders.

''Hmmm... Per.’’

''Shhh. Hold on tight.’’

That's what Nico did. They walked across the lawn, Percy carrying Nico like a baby and Nico complaining about being woken up. The good thing was that there was no one left to embarrass them. His mother had already left with Tyson since Paul, his mother's new husband, was away on a business trip, Hades and Bianca had stayed at the party for as short as little time as possible, and all their friends were either too drunk to remember anything or had already left. Percy wanted to say that Nico was heavy and that it was hard to see where they were going, but that would be a lie. Nico was so light that he hardly felt the weight, what he felt was Nico glued to him, his legs around his waist, the bulge between them too obvious for him to ignore.

“Per," Nico said again, in that same soft, sweet tone. Only he hadn't expected Nico to be the one to start things off, kissing his neck and breathing against his ear, or rather, moaning and grabbing him tightly.

''We're almost there.’’

They really were, Percy just needed to walk a few more steps and open the door. Or that's what he would have done if Nico hadn't chosen that moment to lift his head and, with his eyes blurred and dilated, and his face flushed, to hold his face and brush his lips against his in a gentle and soft, almost innocent touch.

''Are you going to fuck me today? In your bed, where your family can hear?’’

Percy froze in mid-stride, his legs giving out as the blood in his body rushed to his cock.

''Gods, Nico! How much did you drink?’’

''I'm not drunk!‘’

The way Nico could barely keep his eyes open or his slow speech showed him the other way around. Fortunately, Percy was sober enough to continue the few steps to his room and lock the door, making sure no one interrupted them.

''You've been a very naughty boy today. You deserve a punishment. My little boy, remember what I said earlier today?’’

''Hmm... that you'd let me come? ''Nico tried, hopeful.

''No, I'd make you beg.’’

''Oh'' That's all Nico said before he was thrown onto the bed and his pants were ripped off.

I hate to say this, and like, rain on everyone’s parade, but after scrolling past three posts about it on a writing tag …

If you are looking up synonyms to exchange words out in your story with the purpose of sounding smarter, more sophisticated, or complicated to your reader, you are probably abusing the thesaurus.

Now, if you *want* to do this, I mean, you can write whatever or however you want! But I just want you to know that this is frowned upon if you are trying to write at a professional level.

I have an old article on this somewhere …

If you want to look at the original article…

https://www.septembercfawkes.com/2018/08/how-to-use-thesaurus-properly.html

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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.

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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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